<div class="floatleft">(https://am22.mediaite.com/tms/cnt/uploads/2014/01/TaurielCosplay.jpg)</div>At no moment the bliss and lust ever left Aewyn, since the enchantments and curses, and the brainwashing took the whole part of her soul and being. She journeyed quietly with her new owner, on the back of his lizard, and she had to walk herself. Her lovejuices dripping between her soft thighs, she would stain the beast with it if she mounted on it. She gazed down at the trade post, and her warm chain harnessed body shivered at the thought she might be used as a whore there, like a payment of sort.<br/><br/>"Yes, my Master." she replied softly, in a whisper, as she oberved intently the outpost for any danger and evaluate the forces in presence. Even dressed as she was, she moved like a ghost, in an absolute silence that would make drows assassins jealous.