<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/VjfvTWw.png)</div><strong>Taris Vannel</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14533999#msg14533999)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>25 / 40<strong>AC:</strong>18<strong>CMD:</strong>20<strong>Arcane Pool:</strong>5 / 6<strong>Arrows:</strong>54<strong>Posts:</strong>26<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Guardhouse, Captain Eingeschworen's Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Xara<hr/>Taris's eyes fluttered slightly, her breath coming slow and even as she lay upon the freshly laundered bedding in the room Xara had had prepared for them.  There was a pleasant warmth in her belly, and her thoughts had a soft edge to them, smudging from one to the next without leaving a clear train of thought that she could follow back.  She felt like she was floating, drifting on a gentle current of air that took her where it would, so long as she was content to let it.  It was like the dreams had followed her into her waking life.  Nothing she'd said or done in the evening felt<em>wrong</em>, like something she wouldn't have done on her own, but the feeling had eased the way.  It let her be more forward, disregard her concerns, or notions of propriety.<br/><br/>So, of course, at the crucial juncture, that feeling of gentle ease left her behind like a sobering drunk.<br/><br/>Of course, it wasn't all bad.  That same vagueness had dulled her senses, now she was<em>keenly</em>aware of the texture of the silken cords tied around her.  She could feel the way her wrists were crossed behind her back, pulled up and tight so that they'd draw her shoulders back and have her presenting her full breasts proudly, even if the cord hadn't crossed over to frame and lift them artfully.  The rope was cinched tightly, the texture of woven silken strands biting into her soft, pale skin in a way that she knew would leave a clear outline of the pattern snaking around her body before the night was through.  The tightness extended to a loop that circled her waist, and then wound down between her legs, biting into the cloth of her panties and pressing against her sex as it ran down up up again like a thong to rejoin the length around her waist.  Every breath she took, she could feel the ropes holding and restraining her form, ensuring that she didn't forget her captive nature.  Every time she twisted or writhed to try and get a sense of her range of motion, she pulled on something in the harness that tugged the rope digging into her sex.<br/><br/>And, of course, the surprised murmur she tried to get was muffled by the gag in her mouth.  A hard ball had been wedged behind her teeth, held in place with an adjustable leather strap.  Her tongue prodded at the smooth invader, her jaw pried open wide, and as she tried to bite down into the ball she found it had no give.  Worse yet, her mouth kept watering, and lying down it was hard for her to swallow it back.  She tilted her head back, her green eyes looking up at Xara through her loose blonde bangs as the other woman continued her preparations, just trying not to drool onto the sheets.<br/><br/>Something dark and animal twisted in the back of her mind; a slow, rising panic.  In her daze, she hadn't considered it, but it occurred to her<em>now</em>that this was the first time she'd been at another's mercy in<em>years</em>.  Even disarmed, she'd always had her magic to fall back on, something she'd demonstrated keenly upon her would-be kidnappers that very morning.  Though she could still feel the arcane power gathered up in her pattern, she couldn't speak the words or make the signs.  Her breathing got a little faster as she listened to Xara muse about how she'd begun her explorations into this kind of bondage.  She'd only known Captain Eingeschworen for a day, she reminded herself.  She trusted her, but, giving someone this much power over her was new ...<em>frightening</em>.<br/><br/>Maybe her feelings had been too transparent; as Xara wasted no time is loosening the gag in her mouth, letting the ball and harness fall like a collar around her neck.  Taris swallowed a bit and sighed, trying to steady her breathing as she listened to Xara.  She watched as implements were selected out of sight, both strange and familiar, and then set aside where she could see.  A little game, to tease her with possibilities; it let her imagination run in circles and build anticipation for what was still to come.  She had to admit that it was working.  The phallus was familiar enough, but a miniature bridle?  Well, Taris<em>had</em>noted that her bonds left her legs free, but what that<em>meant</em>was still beyond her.<br/><br/><em>Trust</em>, she reminded herself, closing her eyes to breathe as deeply as the rope would let her and release it in a low rush.  Even if she'd been in her cups, she'd invited this after all, and Xara had never shown anything but concern for her well-being since this morning.<br/><br/>"<em>Mph!</em>"  a sharp tug on her bonds snapped her back to the present, the ropes digging in as the little slack she'd managed to work loose was brought tight again.  It seemed like the preliminaries were done as her captor's hand cupped the pert curve of her backside, leaning in close.  The warm breath that tickled her ear as she spoke gently into it was enough to send small shivers down her neck, but it seemed Xara wouldn't be holding back regarding the weakness she'd already discovered on the road.  Soft, warm lips wrapped along the edge of her ear, hiding teeth that gently teased in a way that caused her breath to tremble slightly.  Tingling little pulses of pleasure danced up along her scalp and down her spine, her bound hands curling into loose fists as she squirmed at the attention, listening as Xara told her plainly how it was going to be.  Taris licked her lips and tried to focus enough to answer her.  Apparently, however, she wasn't responding quickly enough.<br/><br/>"<em>Ah!</em>" Taris's back arched slightly as Xara caught her ear between her teeth, biting firmly enough to hold it, if not enough to tear it.  It was more than enough to send a bolt of sensation down her spine, but rather than tailing down and making her toes curl, it tripped as Xara's fingers dug into the flesh of her bottom, repeating the question with a snap that Taris was long familiar with.<br/><br/>"Yes ma'm!" the words jumped out of her lips on reflex, bypassing her brain entirely as her training kicked in.  As if realizing what she said, she tried to drop her face down into the sheets and hide it, the heat of a creeping blush threatening to claim her face in embarrassment.  Of course, even if she succeeded it wouldn't amount to much since the heat was intent on making its way to the tips of her ears.<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WLVeGed.png)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Memorized Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cantrips:  Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Mage Hand<br/>1st Level:  <del>Magic Missile</del>, <del>Ray of Enfeeblement</del>, <del>Expeditious Retreat</del>, Obscuring Mist, Weaponwand<br/>2nd Level:  Force Sword, <del>Scorching Ray</del>, <del>Mirror Image</del></div></div>