(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/2f/fe/49/2ffe493b1df146eed0327418623c5723.jpg)<br/><strong>Xara,<br/>Guardhouse, Captains Quarters<br/>Tag: Taris</strong><br/><br/>(Hard to find a good smexy dark haired fantasy gals, so let's say for now she likes it more or less armored! *cough cough*)<br/><br/>It'd be a lie to claim Xara was not taking in the sight before her up close, Taris pushed up breasts like an experienced inspector, propably able to guess at Taris half-elven blood by their sight alone.<br/>She cooed softly, watching the woman and extending a finger to caress along her lips playfully, teasing. The dark-haired woman grinned down to what could be best described as her capture, seeming to recognize - and bask in- her worried glances.<br/><br/>"I don't as much care about physical pleasures, you understand.." Xara went on, when there was little protest but a short yelp at the reaffirming of her ropes coming from Taris. "I like feeling in control over others first." She mused, strong, yet soft hands wandering along the outline of Taris leg with no clear apparent goal in mind, just enjoying to play over her body and explore her slowly.<br/><br/>Xara watched her capturee snap into attention, she watched the following emberassment.. and she caught Taris chin before she could fully hide herself, looking into her eyes with a lustful, posessive,<em>hungry</em>desire, that nonetheless missed any malice. Rather than allowing the elfblood to hide in her emberassment, she put it on a pedestal, pulled it forth and presented it before her.. only to kiss Taris lips softly. "Good answer." She praised, slightly biting down on Taris lower lip to keep up the mixing of pleasure and hints of pain as she leaned back.<br/>"The answer of a well-bred, well disciplined Hawken noble.. although, a halfblood like you can't be in high standing." Xara leaned close...<br/>"That's right.. I'm not stupid. You have a family-symbol, yet no personal entourage.. you're a bastard-child, aren't you? You know, that means I could propably take you.. lock you up and have you be used by the other guards as they please and no one would care..." Xara threatened, although there was a lusty subtone in her voice...<br/><br/>"But something about your impure bloodline is just so.. bewitching." She cooed, one hand gently petting Taris cheek, the other cupping at and rubbing over her panties.. and what lay beneath, in slow, sensual motions.<br/>"What I'm saying is.. you are beautiful. Taris. I want you.. " The hand gripped into her panties, her fingers pushing the fabric right up against and into Taris, ever so slightly. "I want to own you." She leaned up, licking along Taris sensitive ear-tip again with a warm, wet tongue.<br/><br/>"Teach you your place and proper respect... but don't worry. I think in time you'll learn to crave my lessons." With that, she reached behind Taris, tugging on her intricate bindings and forcing her to push out her chest, if not half lean up.. into Xara's hand, cupping her orb warmly and feeling it, resting her hand upon it for a long moment before beginning to slowly, softly, pet over it, fingers circling in onto her areola, teasing her arousal higher. "Well, what do you think of that, a proper officer of Hawken wants to teach a bastard-noble like you proper respect, what do you think about that?" She cooed.. and then, the moment Taris opened her mouth to respond, if in agreement or protest, she pinched the half-elves right nipple tightly. "It doesn't matter what an unranking noble thinks!" She insisted and, if Taris tried to protest, her other nipple was up for the game.<br/><br/>"That's right. Just think what you are told. Here. This is to help you." And, with that assertion, she pulled up the ball-gag, re-inserting it by gently, but insistantly nudging Taris mouth open, before pushing the ball-gag past her lips.<br/><br/>"When you had this thing within you, I saw an expression in your eyes I liked.. an expression of helplessness.. of trust. Propably because there's no spellcasting like this." Xara mused, gently petting a hand along Taris back, before brushing a strain of hair out of her face. "I bound you up because I don't want you to be able to struggle. I gag you because I don't want you to be able to talk back, because good girls like you shouldn't struggle or talk back. They should just listen to their superior." Xara nodded and leaned back. "Stand up!" She snapped, commandingly.. as bound as Taris was, her legs were free, after all, so she could stand.. even with a bit of effort, considering her bound arms.<br/>Then, The Guard-captain grinned.<br/>"Present your neck!" She commanded, next, and reached out, presenting a heavy, metallic slave collar.. this was not a toy, this was not a joke, that was genuine, a collar you'd put on penal-criminals, and..<br/><br/>And with a swift, decisive motion of Xara's, it had just been snapped around Taris neck. "What.. oh, I'm sorry, did you expect some cuddles on the bed, some comfortable time with me?" Xara asked, twirling a key-chain, before letting that one, not all too subtly, slide under her chest-armor.<br/>"Now comes the important part, Taris. You need to know that you are safe with me, but to understand that and your place as mine, you need to know actual danger too. Now..." She smirked, and then stepped over to the items she had prepared.. dildo, bridle.. and a piece of cloth that Taris had not noticed immediatly before.. but on closer examination, it seemed suspiciously like a blindfold.<br/>"For your training, I want you to pick your favourite." She requested and, if Taris seemed to shy away or hesitate, she hooked a finger into her collar, pulling her close and nibbling softly on the elves eartip again, blowing a hot, warm breath on it.<br/>"I'm doing this to you because I think I've fallen for you. But the only way I can be with a cute bastard-girl like you is if I make sure to teach you your place. Just let it happen.. even if you're afraid now, the inferior elf-blood in you will quickly bend to my will like their leaders bend to our superior military. Don't fight it. Don't fight me. There's no point my little elf-slut. Just let it happen and I'll pull you away into a world of pleasant obediance." She offered, temptaciously, her voice sounding so dirty, yet spoken with a passion, the newly promoted Guard-captain unafraid to attack the elves sensitive ears again to help 'encourage' her choice, between the velvety blindfold, the rubber-toy and the implement of training very peculiar horses...