<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/vS4Yyv9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><del>Serana Strode</del>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2697354) Josephine<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Class:</strong>lv.3 Artificer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Freeman<br/><hr/><strong>HP:</strong>24/24 -<strong>AC:</strong>18 -<strong>Initiative:</strong>1 -<strong>Passive Perception:</strong>14<br/><strong>Infusions: </strong>Bag of Holding, Enhanced Defense -<strong>Arcane Armor:</strong>Infiltrator -<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv.1 3/3<br/>-Magic Missile<br/>-Thunderwave<br/>-Cure Wounds<br/>-Disguise Self<br/>-Identify<br/>-Purify Food and Drink<br/>-Jim's Magic Missile (free cast per long rest 1/1)<br/>-Hex (free cast per long rest 1/1)<br/>-Misty Step (free cast per long rest 1/1)</div></div><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>As Ionli's lips parted for her, Serana slowly pushed her tongue inside her mouth. The sensation was strange at first, warm and wet, but with a squeeze of the knight's hands the Princess pressed on. She had nothing but Mephis's forceful ravishing to go off of, and she had been too shocked to take proper notes at the time, but she managed to retain the gist of it. Serana explored around with her tongue, tracing between Ionli's teeth and lower lip, teasing at the corners of her mouth.<br/><br/>Eventually she found her tongue, and the memory of what Mephis did to her suddenly struck her more vividly. Blushing deeper she pressed her tongue to hers, just awkwardly pushing against it at first, but eventually settling on slowly swirling her tongue around the aasimar's. She had no idea if she was doing it the "right" way or not, but it felt pleasant, and it allowed her to truly savor the taste of another for the first time. And the more she tasted the more she wanted, moans reverberating from one throat to another as she lost herself between Ionli's lips.<br/><br/>The Princess released her grip on Ionli's hands, unlacing their fingers. She ran her hands back up the girl's arms and wrapped her arms around her powerful shoulders, gently pulling Ionli down into her, wanting to hold her tighter. Her moans turned into pants, and eventually huffs, Serana's eyes snapping open as she realized she hadn't taken a breath in almost a full minute. With a tiny gasp she broke the kiss, the two girls still connected by a silvery strand hanging between their lips, "W-...Woah..." she murmured, biting her lip as she stared into Ionli's eyes, "Ionli...I'm sorry..." she said, pressing her forehead against hers.<br/><br/>"I shouldn't have pushed you away before. I was just...scared..." she admitted, placing another peck upon her lips, "Not of you...but of myself. I fear that...whatever these feelings are, they are too strong for me to handle...that I might lose myself in them. When you were...er...licking me...I felt something building inside me, something so intense it was frightening. But I realize now I wasn't scared of it feeling painful, but of it feeling good...so good that I might surrender myself to you entirely. That I would do anything you'd ask of me with slavish devotion" she cooed, punctuating each pause with another kiss, "But when I denied you, instead of pushing harder you pulled back. Even if it frustrated and hurt you, you respected my wishes, and I realize two things. The first I already knew, yet so easily forgot in my panic, that you are noble and good, chivalrous and kind. I realize even if I gave you such power over me, defenseless to your every whim and fancy, you would not abuse it. I would be safer naked and helpless in your presence than I would be fully armored in anyone else's. I also realized that the thought of you walking away scared me far more than letting you get too close..." she cooed, pulling Ionli into another deep kiss. Though this time when she pushed her tongue into the girl's mouth she would swiftly retreat soon after, her lips parting wider as if inviting the knightess to explore her this time, take the lead, to take control.