<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/U2jxxsK.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong> Ishmael Laethalseer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585516#msg13585516)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jon, Kyoko and Dalarea. <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Normal clothes for an artist. (https://i.imgur.com/8WsQGHW.jpg) <br/><hr/><hr/>Ishmael grinned mischievously as one of the dryads guided his hand to his rock solid member and made it clear what he wanted. Not that he was a stranger to such advances and he wasn't exactly going to reject the request. If anything he stuck out his tongue playfully as he firmly gripped the base and slowly began to rub the shaft with slow and deliberate strokes.<br/><br/>"So demanding~" He teased. He then let out a soft gasp and leaned back as the one that had been touching his rear was now paying attention to his cock and balls. A flirtatious hum came from his lips before he murmured; "Friends, indeed~" <br/><br/>Using his free arm he turned to the male rubbing on him and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, half paying attention to Dalarea as she responded to his tale of the last one to gain her favour. Although seeing her masturbate as she did earnt a dark chuckle and confirm his lewder thoughts of what the exchange was. However, just as the dryad were about to start removing his clothes they stopped and the room made a noticeable shift in atmosphere. Ishmael was confused by everyone freezing like statues and didn't realise the seriousness of the situation until he looked himself. His eyes widened in horror at the sight before them; Kyoko was all chained up and being offered to them on a golden platter as a sign of "friendship" between them and the dryads. <br/><br/>Seeing Kyoko like that had pulled him off whichever cloud he was floating up to and back down of the ground again. The shadows of lust that previously gripped his mind now pushed back. The half-breed hated slavery. It was a deep-rooted emotional link that had been there since he could remember. <br/> His tribe had been the victim of multiple bandit raids and thus taken some of the community as slaves from time to time. Some returned, others did not. A lifetime of these experiences made him adamant that he would do what he could to free any slaves he came cross... and Kyoko wasn't going to be the exception to this rule. Even if she had sided with the violent duo before and had proven to be annoying at first. In his eyes, no one deserved such treatment.<br/> The elder dryad's request barely registered as he then noticed the corruption Jon had been subjected to... not to mention that he got a rather lovely view of his junk, then the pile of females who seemed pretty spent. Once Dalarea finished her request, all Ishmael could do was laugh awkwardly with Jon at his reaction to this situation. This had to be some sort of joke right? Kyoko offering herself didn't help matters. All he could think of was this being a punishment for doing business with these creatures and thus a harsh lesson was learned. <br/><br/>After a few moments of trying to weigh out their options, the half-breed carefully eased the dryad males off him so he could stand and proceeded to remove his cloak. His previous erection was quickly wilting away as he silently walked towards her, ignoring any hands that reached for him and the voices encouraging him to ravage her right there. The fun mood he was in was now gone for him and had changed into something very serious. Whether the elder meant to offend him or not was irrelevant. Right now he was focused on their "gift."<br/><br/><strong>"There is no need to devalue yourself like that."</strong> Ishmael told her softly as used his cloak cover her up so she had been given at least some dignity back and hugged her with care for a moment. He could understand why she would be unsure of if he would agree to accept her. He was just in a pile of dick and many would assume he wasn't interested in the fairer sex but nothing could be further from the truth. <strong>"I'm sorry."</strong> <br/><br/>He knew it wouldn't make up for the fact he was essentially responsible for her current situation. He then let her go and examined her for injuries. She had sustained friction scratches and bruises. He chose to ignore the glistening liquid of arousal between her legs as he was more concerned with her wellbeing, despite previously abandoning her. He wasn't an advanced healer but knew with a warm herbal bath and rest she would be ok physically, mentally would be another story. Whether they would have the chance to give that to her in the anus would be another matter though. With a worried expression, he then encouraged Jon to look at her state also.<br/><br/><strong>"I remember you told me your god values conquest... but would he approve of us taking advantage of Kyoko when she is unable to do anything?"</strong> He asked. He would understand if his companion would become more 'intermate' with their former teammate. But it didn't mean he had to agree or join in. It just didn't sit well with him.<br/><br/>Ishmael passed her chain to Jon so it couldn't be snatched back before he turned to the leader. It was clear she was no longer in his good graces and any good repport they before had vanished. He bit his lower lip and let out a big sigh as he tried to compose himself. Once again he found himself angry. While he was aware that each race had their own ways this was the first time someone's customs had upset him so much. <br/><br/><strong>"We will accept your... offering and quest."</strong> He replied to Dalarea. He was trying not to let his anger show and was trying his best to keep calm. Afterall, his temper had caused Kyoko to suffer and be put where she was in the first place. <strong>"But before we leave you need to answer some questions. No more distractions."</strong> He said firmly. He then shot a warning glare at any who tried to approach him. <strong>"First; How did your new "sister" become part of your family? Second; The contents of her belongings... was any of it cursed? Third; what did I sing?"</strong> Many other questions were racing through his mind but for him, these were the more important ones at hand. <strong>"And finally... how do we remove these chains from our new "servant" we can't go into the depths her all tied up like this... it will be a hazard."</strong> <br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>