<strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 1.1:  Nastara (Chains)<br/><br/>“Good!” The satyr observes, as the facesit leaves her captive gasping for breath. A certain measure of uncertainty gives her smile a downward flop until the drow herself confirms her helplessness. “Heh!” She grins victoriously! It’s pretty obvious the girl has never caught a whole adventuress all by herself (at least not one who admits the loss). “You can’t move. No friends. Nuhhuh, you’re helpless!” The satyr confirms, her smile growing smug and confident.<br/><br/>Those little gestures and flirts of the drow below, they have a visible effect on the satyr. She bites her lip at the promises of passionate lickings, fingers trailing over her petite breasts and trembling abs. Her hips buckle at the surprise touch of wet horny tongue. Sex twitches against Chains’ lick. A first taste of pleasure and lust for more - much more - elicit wishful gasp, “Nah, mmmh… Ahh...” Her hand returns the favor, grip instinctively tightening on the cock in Chain’s panties, giving base of the cock and affectionate squeeze.<br/><br/>The deal was already sold and sealed with the lick. Asshole and cocksucking bonus pushed her from fantasizing to movement mode. “Uh, yep! You should do good job and elf cock is delic- If you do good job there can be reward, but only then, okay?”<br/><br/>She lifts weight off of Chains and turns over, keeping one leg on the drow’s left arm but allowing the other full freedom. A fluffy white doe tail wiggles above the round fleshy ass. Her slipperily glistening slit and readily breathing rear hole descend towards Chains’ face as she feels rustling in her panties. The satyr has pulls her clothes down and flops her shaft into freedom. Her hands slide around the base, fingers curling around Chains’ sex and reaching to brush the womanhood below her shaft. “Ah. You’ve got everything?” She spots, delighted.<br/><br/>Her attention slides further down. The fingers curl and tips dive deeper into Chain’s folds, fingernails gracing the dark courtyard of her lips before they fall into the opening. Another set of sensations falls upon her erection. A soft dry kiss, the caress of a cheek, another kiss, a wetter kiss - nibble on the base. “Mmh… Cock…” Breathes the satyr. “Get to work. Work good! Work good. Quick…” Her body trembles with anticipation, as much for her own pleasure and the chance to suck on an adventuress. The nibbles and odd caresses continue, intensify. Unable to suck cock, her fingers find themselves sliding deeper, pushing Chains’ womanhood open, stroking. “Hurry~”<br/><br/>From beyond the brushes and trees surrounding the pair occasional shouts, moans, and shrieks can be heard. No doubt about it, out there beyond the foliage a battle unfolds.<br/><br/><strong>The situation is slowly turning in your favour. It looks like promises of willing sex are effective on the lustful creatures of the Anus (at least on these cock hungry satyrs). She has agreed to your demands and left her rear wide open for your abuse! What do you do?</strong><br/><br/>OOC: I almost forgot. You of course still have the ‘chains’ as weapons. The satyr wouldn’t realize that those are dangerous and just thinks that the drow really wants to be tied up.