<div class="floatright">(https://ist5-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/7/e/D/v/7eDvh/2623622_20-_20Camilla_20Fire_Emblem_20Fire_Emblem_Fates_20sakimichan_l.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Sasha</span></span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1864388)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Alluran Superior Lustbound<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorceress 9th<br/><strong>HP:</strong>55/55<strong>AC:</strong>21<strong>FF</strong>19<strong>T</strong>12<strong>Init</strong>2<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Awaken, the familiar bonding and lust bound.<br/><strong>Actions</strong>Dreaming<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Damalla<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aramis Silverscale, Maya Kritri,  Mirodas (Dask),  Disemboweled head of the goddess.<br/><hr/><hr/>In a rush the alluran's consciousness comes.   From the seemingly catatonic depths of her sleep.  Sasha's eyelids blink,  eyelashes flutter.  The vivid color of the waking world momentarily stuns blinding her.   Several moments pass with her eyes rapidly blinking, watering as her vision slowly comes into focus.  Swaying as she rises from the crystal casket.   Topless her ample bosom jiggles with the motion of her climbing out of the casket.    Long wavy tresses of lavender hue hair shimmers and cascades down her back in a waterfall effect.   The simple sheer silk loincloth gently sways.  Bright violet eyes sweep over those immediately gathered.   A thick voluptuous shape.   Her whole being screamed a potent sexuality.<br/><br/>Sasha sways for a moment as she now stands on the floor.  Now free of the gilded cocoon.   She is now exposed for all of them to see.   The marred yet perfection of crisscrossing feint white tone scars down across the span of her entire back to creep and cover a good portion of her buttocks.   They spoke a story, one of the depths of the cruelest designs.  Such cruel disposition that would break a mind and body.    The horror of being brought to a quivering mess.  The simple fuel of arousal that turned ones stomach inside out with heat that deliciously would set off a inferno of an orgasm.  Only to be brought back from such sweet release. With the sting and horrific pain of ones flesh being flayed by a cat of nine tails.   The process repeated a thousand times over.   Brought to near fulfillment of sweet release of a orgasm only to  be denied over and over.   Her late master was truly a artist as she is turned into one of the mindless lustbound.<br/><br/>Threads of unseen magical energy slowly weave a connection between her and  Aramis.   Still ever in the state of constant arousal.   Her nipples thick,  Her heated response to awaking has her own wetness.  Yet the mindless animistic nature does not spark.   Instead, a feeling of completeness fills Sasha.   The horror and emptiness is gone.  Her sparkling eyes rivet solely on Aramis now.   True sentient thought sparks in her mind.   Such brings tears to her eyes.   The ability to once again reason is breathtakingly beautiful.  Sasha then drops before him kow-towing.   As she supple postures before him on the ground.   Forehead kissing the ground.  Arms outstretched in a posture of placating.   Her ass in the air as she kneels.  She addresses him in a soft sing song musical voice.<br/><br/>"I am Sasha I now belong to you, master Aramis Silverscale of the arcane order.  I will protect you, serve you and love you with all my heart and soul.   You have completed me."<br/><br/>Through the empathic link that now is formed between the two of them.   The lustful emotions blast at Aramis.   A more pronounced emotion is felt, one of great joy radiates from the alluran.   Even as the powerful emotions are felt by Aramis through the familiar bond that is completing.   Sasha's arises from the position of kow-towing.   She turns to the disembodied head of the goddess that floating over the casket bowing her head in reverence.<br/><br/>""I thank thee for thou mercy in taking pity upon my lost broken soul.  To give me such a gift, when such should never have been mine.  I will work to make you proud of what you have given me in your all loving mercy you have shown.   Thank you."