(http://s9.favim.com/orig/140715/beautiful-eyes-freckles-ginger-Favim.com-1916759.jpg)<br/><strong>Tasha Ananias (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14416552#msg14416552)</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 29, AC: 13, CMD: 13, Active spells: N/A, Postcounter: 7<br/><strong>Active Spell Effects:</strong> Lullaby<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> Common, Draconic, Dwarfen, Elven, Infernal, Undercommon<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>The Last Stand Inn<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Xana<br/><br/>(I rather enjoyed your last image - even if it was just spawned from Tasha's imagination)<br/><br/>Natasha slipped an arm around Xana, taking hold of one firm buttock and sinking her fingers into the flesh, claiming it for her own. She hooked a leg behind the bandit's knee, drawing them closer and allowing the sharpness of her eager nipples to press into the ripeness of the other girl's breasts. Languidly, she stroked her moistness up and down Xana's thigh, marking the bandit still further and shivering in that knowledge. The mesmerist gave voice to her desire, breaking off the kiss so she could whisper huskily.<br/><br/>"Just imagine," the half-elf breathed, "how good it's going to feel when I finally slip my tongue inside you!"<br/><br/>She nibbled playfully on the girl's ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth and wrapping it in her clever tongue. The mesmerist nipped at the captive flesh, grinding her pussy against the bandit as a counterpoint to the sharper sensations. Tasha's tongue slipped down, playing down Xana's throat, lapping tenderly between soft, sensual kisses. By the time she reached the girl's collarbone, the half-elf was panting with need. She could feel the throb of arousal growing and every pulse seemed to push the thought of enslaving this woman completely more forcefully into her mind.<br/><br/>Tasha reacted the only way she could think of, by focussing only on their shared arousal. The mesmerist snaked dexterous fingers between her playmate's buttocks, searching for the wet heat she could feel growing there. Nails grazed shivering lips, parting and playing, stroke by lucious stroke. At the same moment, Natasha bent her head even lower, lips now able to close around Xana's puckered nipple. She drew the sweet tightness into her mouth, lavishing a series of horribly perfect tongue lashings to the taut nub.<br/><br/>Fingers dipping deeper, her teeth clamped tight on the girl's nipple, letting Tasha draw back and stretch it into delightful agony, even as the mesmerist feathered her touch between the bandits nether lips. Then, when the flesh finally snapped free, the half-elf paused to regard her conquest with ill-concealed lust.<br/><br/>"Would you beg, Xana?" she wondered, eyes sparkling, "Would you beg for my tongue?"<br/>