<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Dhampir_Sorceress.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mephis<del>Daphoinos</del><br/><strong>Race:</strong><del>Ḩ̸̉å̴̱l̷̤͒f̷̺̎-̶̨̚E̴͖̾l̶̯̓f̷͓̒</del>Dhampir<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer, Divine Mark, Harlot's Mark, Slave of Lord Victor Balebrook, Traitor to Atlantica<br/><hr/><br/><em>"I keep remembering things that... that aren't me."</em>Mephis made sure to listen carefully as Ionli spoke, the hand that had pulled the sheets down raising back up to rub reassuringly along the young woman's stomach while she talked about her problems.<em>"Tied down, pinned, his cock in my mouth, my butt, my... my pussy. I see myself in the place of the villagers... gods, what is wrong with me?"</em><br/><br/>The dhampir was specifically sitting on the bed, leaned in nice and close on the aasimar's left side. Her right hand was cradling the back of the young woman's head, but it was her left hand, still rubbing along the other woman's midsection, that her gaze drifted down to, and specifically the marking, the divine brand that was glowing on the back of it. Ionli, the dhampir recalled, had said earlier that evening that she sometimes had particularly vivid flashbacks as a result of what she was. The slave girl didn't know much about aasimar, admittedly, but she did know a bit about suddenly finding herself with knowledge that belonged to somebody else. It was something that had happened quite a bit when she was first learning magic, knowledge and concepts relating to the casting of spells suddenly coming to her unbidden, lessons she was taking reminding her of other lessons, but they were lessons that somebody else had experienced. Her own previous life, the life of the ancient hero she was reincarnated from. This sounded rather similar... and it left her fairly confident of what to say to the young woman.<br/><br/>"There's absolutely nothing wrong with you. What you're feeling is perfectly normal." Leaning in just a little further, now, Mephis pressed her lips to the other woman's cheek, giving her a quick, affectionate kiss. Her hand dipped down, now, her fingers sliding over the aasimar's glistening wet petals, starting to trace their way up and down her sex. "You saw something horrible... and it sounds like there's a part of you that once experienced something very similar, too. Those old memories were stirred up, and then the new ones were added in, and now your mind is trying to process it all, to overcome that fear and that pain and that helplessness, by making you face it again in a much safer, more controlled setting."<br/><br/>The dhampir was sure that this was the right explanation. As part of learning her own mind magic, she had had to learn a bit about how the mind operated in general. How it reacted under certain stresses, how it could bend or break... and how it tried to put itself back together again afterwards.<br/><br/>"The pleasure is a part of that process, too. The way it feels so good to imagine yourself as one of those girls in the bugbear camp. Stripped naked and tied up, in the arms of one of those hulking bugbear brutes, feeling his thick and throbbing cock plunging into you and pumping you full of his hot, heavy cum~" As she spoke now, the dhampir's voice dropped into a much more seductive tone, and those fingers that had been rubbing over Ionli's lower lips slipped in between them, started to slowly pump in and out of her. "That pleasure is meant to help ease the pain. To make it easier to face those memories again... and to make you<em>want</em>to face them again, to make you<em>want</em>to picture yourself tied down, used in every single hole, made an utter<em>whore</em>by whoever it was in the past who hurt you...<br/><br/>"...All so that you can prove to yourself that you're stronger than that, that you can experience something like it and come out again whole on the other side." And while she continued to slowly pump two of her fingers in and out of the aasimar's slit, the dhampir slid her right hand away from the other woman's head, back to herself... and down to the thin belt that held the lower half of her outfit together at the waist. She started to work it open, but in her position, her movements were a bit awkward. It would take a little time before she could start exposing even more of herself to the other woman's view.