<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Dhampir_Sorceress.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mephis<del>Daphoinos</del><br/><strong>Race:</strong><del>Ḩ̸̉å̴̱l̷̤͒f̷̺̎-̶̨̚E̴͖̾l̶̯̓f̷͓̒</del>Dhampir<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer, Divine Mark, Harlot's Mark, Slave of Lord Victor Balebrook, Traitor to Atlantica<br/><hr/><em>"It's... the camp... the fight. I can't get it out of my head."</em><br/><br/>"I understand," Mephis spoke, soothingly, rubbing her cool fingers along Ionli's forehead and then moving to stroke them back through her hair. There was so much more of the other woman's body on display than she realized, so much kept just barely covered, so many outlines revealed... The dhampir's own eyes couldn't help but run up and down the aasimar's body, and she could feel herself already starting to stir to life, her thighs pressing together a little as a subtle way to keep her growing length out of sight for the moment. A soft flush was already starting to spread across her cheeks. "Better than you might realize, really. I can recognize that look of shame in your eyes, and I know the fear that comes with it, too. I've experienced it myself, more than once."<br/><br/>Her other hand dropped down from the young woman's cheeks, next, fingers catching on the hem of her blanket, though she didn't try to pull it down just yet. Instead, the dhampir leaned in even closer, pressing in close enough that she could drop her voice down to just barely above a whisper, perfect for that low, seductive tone that would send a thrill down any listener's spine. Close enough for her breath to tickle the other woman's cheek.<br/><br/>"It's the fear of what might happen if someone else finds out, the fear of what people might think of you if they learn how your body and mind are reacting to what you saw." Of course, leaning in as she was, the dhampir found it more difficult to keep her growing erection under control. Partly it was that her position had shifted, and partly it was that getting closer was causing that intoxicating, mixed scent of sex and shame to fill her senses with every breath. It wasn't long before her shaft slipped free from the confines of her thighs, started to noticeably tent out the front of her costume... "It's how I felt, too, when I first became a slave. When I found myself constantly thinking back to what corrupted my body like this in the first place, those orcs... and when I couldn't even sleep every night without having nightmares about it, without dreaming of swallowing down orcish cock, feeling orc cum fill my womb, fill me from every hole...<br/><br/>"For a straight month afterwards, I wound up getting myself off every morning while thinking about it, stroking my newly-grown cock and plunging my fingers into my pussy, just to be able to calm down enough to get through the day, and I hated myself for getting aroused by it the whole time, and I was afraid of what everyone would think of me if they ever found out..." And now, finally, she pulled on that bedsheet with her fingers, tugged it out of Ionli's grasp and down and off of her body entirely. It was finally time for the aasimar to stop trying to hide that wonderful body of her, as well as the evidence of exactly what she had been up to, what she was feeling, even now.