(http://s9.favim.com/orig/140715/beautiful-eyes-freckles-ginger-Favim.com-1916759.jpg)<br/><strong>Tasha Ananias (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14416552#msg14416552)</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 29, AC: 13, CMD: 13, Active spells: N/A, Postcounter: 9<br/><strong>Active Spell Effects:</strong> Lullaby<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> Common, Draconic, Dwarfen, Elven, Infernal, Undercommon<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>The Last Stand Inn<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Xana<br/><br/>Natasha lifted her head, watching the bandit squirm as she tried to reassert some measure of control. It was cute, almost unbearably cute. The poor girl was clearly lost in pleasure and yet, somehow she still thought she could be the one in charge.<br/><br/>"It's too late for that, Xana," the mesmerist explained, her voice still bright and filled with promise. "too late to threaten,  too late to think, too late to anything but<em>writhe</em>now."<br/><br/>And with that, her tongue speared forward, plunging deep between the girl's lips and basking in the heady scent of her musk. Tasha probed almost viciously, seeking out the bandit' quivering clit and coaxing the sweet bud from beneath its hood with eager licks. The half-elf buried her face between Xana's thighs, bathing herself in the fruits of the young girl's arousal, even as her lips latched onto the slippery pearl and she sucked it hungrily.<br/><br/>"<em>Please</em>works so much better than threats," she gasped after a moment, which seemed to stretch toward eternity, voice muffled against the bandit's open ripeness. "And I told you, Xana, you<em>are</em>desirable.<em>I</em>desire you,<em>I</em>want you,<em>All</em>of you... You can't<em>take</em>me pretty bandit, but you can<em>have</em>me, if only you'd promise to be mine.<br/><br/>Without waiting for an answer, Tasha let her tongue feather against the girl's pussy. She grinned, enjoying the sensation immensely as she drew agitated spirals over the now exquisitely sensitive flesh. Every stroke toyed with Xana's clit, just enough to push her arousal toward its inevitable peak, but not quite enough to slip over into climax. Not yet. The promise was there, in every wicked sweep of the half-elf's tongue, but Tasha's demand still hung in the air between them.<br/><br/>The mesmerist wondered just how long the sultry bandit might hold out, still dazed and befuddled as she was. How long would it take her swirling tongue to erode enough of Xana's self control? How long until the girl was too desperate to even think of anything but release? Tasha nipped playfully at the bandit's clit, enjoying the way even the lightest pressure could make her victim gyrate and yelp. Lips closed around her prize once more, tongue adding another web of sensations to mire and capture the poor girl's thoughts.<br/><br/>In truth, Natasha knew the girl was already hers, and had been since they first locked eyes in the forest. But... it was necessary for Xana to reach that same conclusion on her own.<br/>