<div class="floatright">(https://img.fireden.net/tg/image/1515/01/1515012561560.jpg)</div><strong>Jas Silverwing</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=314507.msg15213239#msg15213239)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Camp, approaching Meow's tent<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Myra, Lucifel, Meow<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 27/27<strong>AC</strong>: 13<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: NA<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>:  1st 3/4  | 2nd 2/2<br/><hr/><br/>Jas flushed at the giggle form the angelic figure at his obedience to the beast featured woman's demand.  That was...well, to be expected maybe.  But it made his cheeks burn and he felt a momentary sting of almost disappointment.  Lucifel had promised them gentle treatment but it seemed that the angel hadn't actually meant those words.  Had this been a mistake?<br/><br/>That feeling only deepened when his own staff was pushed against the back of his head.  Jas grimaced and swatted at it with one hand, only for it to push back with greater pressure, "What are you-hnn!"  He was then forced down, his forehead pressed to the carpet they knelt on before Meow.  The wizard tried to rise up a few times, only for the angelic beauty to thump the staff firmly against his head to keep it in place.  He growled but finally ceased resisting, his cheeks burning.  Then he blinked as he felt the staff hooking under his hips, "Now-oh!"  He was half urged, half lifted up from the waist, his ass going high into the air, putting him in a ridiculous position.  His hands clenched into fists.<br/><br/>But then he relaxed them, slowly.  He had agreed to this...and while his patience was starting to be tested, he was still...interested in what had been dangled as possible before him earlier.  Though part of him now doubted there would be any such thing, just this humiliation.  And he would have a finite amount of patience for that.<br/><br/>For now though...for now.<em>"Myra, it's all right.  Don't fight them unless I ask or they harm either of us,"</em>he sent her the thought.  Though what might constitute harm here could be open to judgment.  Jas soon found Myra's face inches from his own, her eyes mysterious in the dark.  He wondered what Meow was up to until- "Ahh!"  He felt it before heard the sound of the noblewoman's hand striking Myra's upturned ass, the flat slapping smack seeming to resound off the tent walls.  His body jerked from it, feeling the impact the same as his Guardian did.  He then groaned at the feel of Meow's deceptively strong hands massaging and squeezing Myra's ass, the sensation transmitted to him just as the smack was.  His cheeks were flushed again and he let out a soft yelp and then again a groan after the second spank and caressing.  He could feel Myra's breath on his face, and knew she could feel the sounds coming from him as much as hear them.  He grunted in discomfort, his upturned ass wiggling, as Meow gave them both a wedgie to complete her initial punishment for the supposed questioning of her.<br/><br/>Jas took a few moments just to breathe, his heart already beating faster.  Gods...what was this?  And why was his...his cock getting hard from it?  "Th-then, Dame Silverfur," he said, for she hadn't told them they couldn't speak, "how do you intend this to start?"