<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/689220636480110605/1018905756562636900/pally_lady_2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ionli (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345576.msg16288973#msg16288973)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Aasimar<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Cleric<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mephis<br/><hr/>Ionli had done her best to unwind, focusing on one task at a time after parting with the others and allowing Mephis to use her cookpot.  First was making sure her equipment was taken care of.  Her armor was removed, piece by piece, then cleaned of dirt and blood that had gathered on it by the mission they'd just completed.  Her sword was cleaned and sharpened, her shield scrubbed of a spattering of blood, and her clothes set to be washed later.  Then came time to clean herself.  She'd hoped that the effort would leave her relaxed, but it only made her "problem" worse.  By the time she was secluded in her room she was hot, flustered, and mildly nauseous.  She felt sick that she was aroused by both what had transpired with the village women and the intrusive memories, groaning as she twisted and writhed beneath the sheets.  Finally, unable to stand it anymore, she reached down to touch her needy loins, gasping and twitching as she felt the wet, dripping mess between her legs.<br/><br/>"What... what is this?"  She moaned, tracing her petals with her fingers and shivering in delight.  "Why did that... I don't understand."  She knew very little about physical pleasure, having never had the chance to explore such things, shut inside with her mother keeping a watchful eye and all, so it was confusing and a little scary to her.  The pleasure stirred fresh memories that had her rubbing and grinding her fingers over the outer lips, then pressing between them to slide her fingers between the inner ones.  She twisted onto her side and panted into her pillow, blindly exploring herself as the sensations and memories mixed.<br/><br/><strong><em>He pinned her to the bed, face down, ass up, grinding himself against her and chuckling as she shuddered beneath him.  He whispered things to her, calling her his whore, his sweet little valkyrie bitch.  Shame roiled confusingly with budding arousal, then he was pushing into her, the thick, hard flesh spreading her and spearing deeply inside.  She couldn't help the moan that escaped, drawing a cruel laugh from his lips as he slapped her ass, calling her a "good girl".  She tried to struggle, to fight him, but he was too strong for her, as always, and he wasted no time in plowing ruthlessly into her pussy.  There was pain from how rough he was being, but the pleasure was enough to overwhelm it before long, and she was gasping helplessly with every thrust.  It continued for what felt like hours until, finally, he slammed in as deep as he could reach and the heat blooming within her belly as he filled her with his seed sent her crashing over the edge...</em></strong><br/><br/>And that's how Ionli found herself in a similar position; face pressed into the pillow, ass in the air, and fingers driving hard and fast into her wet cunny, sharp cries of release soon following as she climaxed for the first time.  It wasn't enough, leaving her to whimper and curl up, fingers, wet with her fluids, rubbing over her clit to find some relief from the memories and the heat that continued to torment her.  "I'm such a filthy person... gods, why does it feel like this?"  Then she startled as there came a knock at the door, her heart in her throat as she pulled the sheets over herself in a desperate attempt to hide what she'd been doing.  "Y-yes?"