<strong>Name:</strong>Bremorel Silverkin (Bree)<strong>HP:</strong>9 of 9<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Fatigued (-2 Str & Dex), Mage Armor (+4 AC) for the next half-hour or so, Poisoned (-2 Wis), Spider poison (-2 Str), Light (periodically re-cast)<br/>Spells expended: 1 1st-level, 2 Elemental Ray<br/><hr/>She missed Aleria's words, not that they would have slowed her... nothing would keep her from trying to go on, she thought.<br/><hr/>Ah, Tavek's robust frame enfolded her, the earnest farm boy holding her again, giving her that little thrill, her love and her inexperienced lust pushing her along when she should have been slowing things down, but... Tavek?  Wait a moment, what was going on?<br/><br/>She paused only a moment, probably not enough for him to notice... reflection of course, memory, but... what was she supposed to do?  Fix things?  What had the voice said... embrace change or accept who she was?  Something like that.  But what would happen?  If she changed things now - and oh, how satisfying that would be - would she still be here, with at least a chance to save Fin?  That... that was what mattered, more than anything, to who she was now.  Fin and Yustissa needed them, and Bree wasn't going to do anything to jeapordize her odds of helping.<br/><br/>But... how far did she have to take this?  If she could just leave now, start early on her world travel, leave Tavek with a good kick between the lout's legs.  But for all she knew, the vision would end as soon as she changed anything, and then who knows how her path would be changed?  She couldn't risk it.  She twisted her scowl into a mockery of a loving smile - though it was more than enough for Tavek, who wasn't interested in her smile, but in what he could slip between those lips, apparently.<br/><br/>So she listened to his lies, and tolerated his oafish hand on her breast... admittedly he wasn't really so bad at what he did, and to her disgust she felt her young/not-young body responding again as it had, felt the stirring in herself as he kissed and caressed, as he pressed her hand to his hard penis, her fingers closing around it like before.  She didn't remember her exact words, but she remembered the gist.  "Oh, Tavek... mmm, your touch feels so... so wonderful."  Her words rang false in her own ears, she wondered how Tavek could possibly believe them.  But maybe he was content to... or didn't care, as long as she kept doing the "right" thing.  "But... that..."  she held out just a moment, just like before, though this time it wasn't because she wasn't sure what to do, or out of concern for her reputation.  This time she knew just how Tavek would smear that reputation, while aggrandizing his own, and how it would hurt her parents.<br/><br/>"If that's what you want... my love, of course, anything for you."  Her hand was already stroking him, gently, up and down that generous, ever-ready shaft.  She hadn't really thought of that, not consciously, but apparently certain things came naturally.  She was entirely conscious, however, of shifting to kneel next to him, staring down at him a moment before puckering her lips around his tip - she remembered that, the first time she'd used her mouth on him, on any penis.  And, worse, that little spark of excitement at the contact, the illicit act warming her, then and now.  But she couldn't bear to take it so slow, she wanted this to end ... unlike her tentative moves last time that had frustrated him until he instructed and coaxed her, this time she pushed her hair back with one hand, and slid her lips down, pressing her tongue against him, wetting him, then gliding back up.  Not so proficient as some paid whore, of course, but with a little more confidence than she'd had back then.  The feel of the head pushing her tongue down, opening her lips wide and filling her, that<em>was</em>exciting all over again, which annoyed and embarrassed her, but she couldn't help her reaction.  So, it wasn't quite like the first time ... she was better at doing what he wanted from her, bobbing up and down and breathing ever more noisily around him.<br/><br/>There was another inevitable difference, too.  Before, she hadn't known any better, she'd done this from love, and a bit from the pressure of her own desires.  This time... she hated Tavek, though she had mostly forgotten him until this vision brought him back.  He had shamed her, she knew he was doing it again, would do it again, knew that he was all lies, and still she spoke her loving words, still she opened her mouth to him, tried to please him.  And found it both pleasureable and humiliating... much worse, in a way, then simply being duped.<br/>