Hundreds of metric tons of credit to Eucher for nearly every idea.

Story Codes (highlight to see): ([M/F/M, n/c], [F/F, n/c], [M/F/M, cons], etc.)

Laurana sipped her tea and glared at Sylara across the table. Kazarss was sitting between them, trying to keep a bad situation from getting worse.

“She, she ravished me!” Sylara sobbed, a bit too theatrically for Laurana. “I was just coming to apologize!”

“I remember nothing,” Laurana said, trying to keep her head from breaking open like an egg. I really shouldn’t have had that much to drink, she thought fiercely as she took another swig of her tea.

“What happened?” Kazarss said diplomatically. “Sylara, you first.”

“I was just trying to apologize,” she said. “I went up to Laurana’s room and I knocked but there wasn’t any answer. When I opened it I saw...”
 
 

...Sylara gasped in horror when she saw the scene beyond the door. For a moment she thought that those horrid bandits had followed them and were extracting their revenge from Laurana, but then she saw the expression on the beautiful elf’s face.

Laurana was squeezed between two hulking half-ogres, the bed creaking under their combined weight as they thrust themselves into her from above and below. Laurana’s face was covered with a sheen of sweat, her golden hair plastered to her forehead and cheeks as she moaned in rapture. Traces of the half-ogre’s seed could be seen splashed across her nose and at the corner of her mouth. As Sylara watched in horror, Laurana slowly licked the whitish liquid from her full, red lips, her delicate pink tongue slipping across her mouth. The elf tilted her head back and rubbed her cheek against the half-ogre thrusting into her from above, her eyes closed in pleasure as she savored the taste of the half-ogre’s seed.

Sylara froze for a moment and then squeezed her eyes shut, knowing that she shouldn’t be watching such an intimate moment. As she began to back out of the door she felt a meaty paw land and her shoulder and propel her back into the room to sprawl on the carpet.

“You want to have some fun with us?” Laurana leered as the half-ogre on top of her grunted and thrust one last time into her before collapsing to the floor, exhausted by their debauchery.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude!” Sylara whimpered as Laurana slowly raised herself off the half-ogre’s cock and slid her leg over his body, letting her thighs part to show her quim dripping with their combined juices...
 
 

“I did no such thing!” Laurana yelled across the table, her cup slamming against the scarred and pitted surface. “Bedding two half-ogres? What type of insanity has infected your mind, you- you-” Laurana trailed off into incoherent rage and nearly threw her cup across the room.

“But that’s what happened,” Sylara said innocently. “And it wasn’t two half-ogres, it was three. The last one went to get something to drink.” She sniffed and turned back to Kazarss. “As I was saying...”
 
 

“No, please, don’t make me!” Sylara begged as she was dragged across the floor and forced to kneel between Laurana’s spread legs. “I’ve never done this with a woman! It’s-it’s wrong!”

“That’s too bad for you, Slutara,” Laurana said with a leer on her face. She reached down and grabbed Sylara’s face, tilting the wide-eyed and blushingly beautiful cleric’s face up towards her. “Now lick me until I come otherwise the half-ogres will use that voluptuous bod of yours until you scream.”

“N-no,” Sylara moaned as Laurana dragged her head down by her silken hair. The smell of the elf’s quim floated up and around her face, making her head spin with its intoxicating odor. Sylara whimpered as she felt a half-ogre move behind and force her head down even further. She let out one last cry before her face was mashed into Laurana’s quim, the elf laughing evilly as Sylara flailed about, trying to get free. She cried out in terror as she felt her robe pushed up from behind and her underwear roughly torn from her.

“Lick, slut,” Laurana hissed from above her as she twisted her hands painfully in Sylara’s raven hair. The human tried to shake her head and yelped as a half-ogre slapped her bare ass painfully. “Do it or I’ll have him fuck you.”

“Please, no! I’m still a virgin!” Sylara sobbed as Laurana forced her face back down and rubbed it in the juices dripping from her sex. Sylara moaned as she felt her lips rubbing against Laurana’s and cried out in fright as the half-ogre’s swollen cock pressed against her bottom. “Oh gods, I’ll do it. Just don’t let him-”

“We’ll see, Slutara,” Laurana smirked as Sylara began to tentatively lap at her quim. “We’ll see.” Sylara groaned in relief as the half-ogre moved away from her and looked up pleadingly at Laurana only to see a wicked and debauched leer on the elf woman’s face

Sylara moaned in fright as she began to tentatively lick at Laurana’s quim, tears brimming in her eyes as Laurana tugged on her hair and pushed her face down. The smell of the elven princess filled Sylara’s head as she continued to lick steadily, lapping up the liquid flowing from Laurana’s quim.

Laurana leaned back against the headboard, one leg up and resting bent on the bed while her other rested on the floor. A half-ogre knelt by Sylara’s side and began to worshipfully lick and kiss Laurana’s delicate foot. The other half-ogre sat by Laurana’s side on the bed and bent his head to suck at her breasts, his mouth moving from one to the other, leaving a shining coating of saliva on Laurana’s heaving bosom.

The elf woman leaned back further, her head tossed back and her shimmering, golden hair cascading down her back as she wrapped her thighs around Sylara’s head and began to buck her hips towards the cleric. Low moans and grunts of pleasure escaped from her clenched mouth as she ground herself against Sylara’s lips and tongue. Laurana gasped in ecstasy as Sylara slid her tongue into Laurana’s quim, putting the elf woman on the brink of coming. “Yes, you slut,” Laurana groaned as her hips speeded and both half-ogre’s moved to pleasure her breasts. “That’s it.”

Sylara whimpered in terror as Laurana’s hands clenched painfully in her hair and tugged her up onto the bed between the elf’s spread thighs. Sylara felt the rough hands of the half-ogre forcing her to kneel on the bed, her head between Laurana’s thighs and her hands pinned behind her back by the half-ogre.

“Take her,” Laurana groaned, motioning to the half-ogre holding Sylara.

“No! Please!” begged Sylara, her head shooting up for an instant before Laurana grabbed her hair and dragged Sylara’s lips back to her quim.

“Shut up, you slut,” Laurana hissed as tugged Sylara’s hair. “Take her ass.  We'll let her keep her precious maidenhead.”

Sylara screamed in abject terror, her cries only stimulating Laurana more, as the half-ogre spread her buttocks with his free hand and pressed his cock against the virgin opening of her ass. Her pleas ignored, Sylara writhed furiously in the half-ogre’s clutches, forcing Laurana to twist Sylara’s hair around her hand. With one roar, the half-ogre forced the head of his cock deep into Sylara’s ass, causing a terrified and agonized scream to rip from the cleric’s throat.

Laurana grinned with sadistic pleasure as the half-ogre began to force the rest of his massive cock into the cleric’s tender ass. Sylara’s cries continued, her licking frantic as she writhed in pain. With a moan and cry of pleasure, Laurana felt herself come onto Sylara’s face, half-ogre seed and her own come wetting the screaming cleric’s face...
 
 

“That is all the most bald-faced, idiotic, bunch of lies I have ever heard!” Laurana said quietly, her voice seething. “You know it too. You can’t even keep your lies straight.”

“But it’s all true!” Sylara said, her lower lip quivering. “Kazarss, you believe me, don’t you?”

“You watched when Vakos had his way with me, you tormented that poor Kagonesti girl, you wrote that damnable play!” Laurana interrupted. “How can you expect us to believe that you’re suddenly some sort of blushing virgin?”

“I-I, um,” Sylara said, looking around frantically. She looked at Laurana and Kazarss and noted their weary and extremely angry faces. “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” she bawled as she burst into tears and flung her head down onto the table. “It wasn’t like that, I was just trying to spare you-”

“Spare me what?” Laurana said, her temples throbbing.

“When I went to your room, it wasn’t like that...”
 
 

Sylara gasped in horror when she saw the debauchery taking place in the room. Laurana’s wrists had been tied to the bedposts and her legs were flailing wildly as a half-ogre roughly mauled her firm breasts and ran his slimy tongue over her skin. Her cries were muffled and faint behind a gag improvised from a knotted handkerchief tied in her mouth.

Laurana let out a gasping cry as the half-ogre reared back and reached between them to guide his massive cock into her quim. Sylara yelled in outrage as Laurana screamed into her gag, her face flushed with shame as the half-ogre slammed himself into her, the force of his motion making the bed shake.

“Let her go, you monster!” Sylara yelled as she charged into the room, her hand going to her mace...
 
 

“You don’t have a mace, you don’t have any weapons at all,” Kazarss said coldly.
 
 

...her hand going to the heavy branch she had picked up earlier in the evening when no one had been looking. “Or you’ll be sorry!”

“You’re going to stop us?” the half-ogre said as he looked over at Sylara with a leer on his tusked face. Below him, Laurana looked up at Sylara with an expression of grateful relief, tears streaking her beautiful features.

“Us?” Sylara said as someone slammed the door behind her and hit her over the head. She collapsed to the floor and moaned as her club was kicked away from her and someone sat on her back.

“Yeah, us,” the half-ogre said as he resumed his mauling of Laurana’s breasts as he crushed her to the bed and slowly pumped his cock into her. Sylara shook her head to clear it as someone roughly wrenched her arms backwards and began tying them behind her back. She could hear Laurana’s muffled screams as the half-ogre tired of her breasts and began to increase the pace of his fucking.

Sylara watched in horror as the half-ogre rammed himself with increased vigor into the helpless elf woman. The entire bedframe shook and groaned with the strength of his thrusts, nearly drowning out Laurana’s muffled cries of pain and humiliation. Sylara could see the massive cock of the half-ogre sliding in and out of Laurana’s quim, spreading her so wide that it must have surely been agony.

Sylara looked back towards Laurana’s face when she heard a change in the elf’s cries, thinking that she must have become weakened from the brutal ravishment taking place. The cleric gasped and shook her head in denial when she saw the look of unmistakable pleasure on Laurana’s face. Laurana’s head still shook from side to side, but Sylara could see that it was in denial of the pleasure she was feeling, not of the act being forced upon her.

“No!” Sylara cried out. “Don’t give in to them, please!”

Laurana looked up at the human woman for a moment, shame filling her eyes, and turned her head away as the half-ogre ripped her gag free. He leaned forward, his hips still pumping into the bound elf woman, and kissed her, receiving no resistance from her. Laurana moaned in pleasure and kissed him back, her head lifting as she tried to prolong the kiss.

“The elf slut likes this,” the half-ogre grunted as he looked down at Laurana’s sweaty face. “Don’t you?”

Laurana turned her head for a moment and gasped in pleasure as the half-ogre rammed himself back into her. “Yes,” she moaned, “I love it.” She flushed as the half-ogre laughed and gave one last thrust into her, his seed boiling from his cock and filling her. She moaned as he pulled out, not in relief, but in desperation for sexual release. “Let me come,” Laurana begged as Sylara cried out in horror.

The half-ogre standing over her grinned and reached down to untie her from the bed. “On your hands and knees, slut,” he growled as Laurana started to sit up. She complied silently, her head hanging and concealed by the fall of her golden hair.

Laurana bit her lip as she heard the half-ogre rummaging through her bags and chuckling in delight. “Look what we have here,” she heard him laugh and then the crack of a cat-of-nine tails snapping in the air. “Do you like having this used on you?” he asked.

Laurana nodded behind her hair and lowered her upper body to the bed, leaving her ass raised in the air. She spread her thighs even further, exposing her quim to the hungry eyes of the half-ogres and Sylara, her face flushing at the realization of what she was doing.

Laurana cried out in pain and pleasure as the half-ogre snapped the cat over her deliciously rounded buttocks and then slapped her ass with his calloused hand. “She really likes this,” he said as he ran one clawed finger around her quim. He snapped the cat again and the leather tails slashed over Laurana’s bottom, eliciting another pleasured cry. “Beg for it,” he said smugly.

“Please, whip me,” Laurana moaned as she raised her head and looked over her shoulder at the half-ogre. “Whip me and use me.” Laurana’s head sank back to the bed as he continued to whip her, his arm rising and falling steadily, the cat smacking her tender flesh. Each slap of the cat brought Laurana closer and closer to the release she craved until finally she- “Yes! Oh gods!” she yelled out and buried her head in the mattress as she let out a wild scream of pleasure, feeling her entire body shudder in the throes of a magnificent climax.

“Now it’s your turn,” the half-ogre said as he swished the cat idly through the air and leered at Sylara. She yelped in fright as the half-ogre sitting on her back ripped her robe open and tore the shredded remnants from her body. She struggled valiantly against him as he lifted her into the air and carried her over to the bed. “What are you doing?” she gasped in horror as he rolled Laurana’s panting body onto her back arranged Sylara over the elf’s head.

“She’s going to lick you until you come,” the half-ogre leered as he forced Sylara’s legs apart and pushed her down onto Laurana’s face. Sylara looked down at Laurana’s eyes as the elf eagerly began to lick her there, her tongue flicking over her clit as she...
 
 

“He ripped your robe off?” Laurana said sarcastically with a pointed glance at Sylara’s perfectly intact robe.

“I-I had another one,” Sylara said.

“So how did you get the black eye?”

“He hit me?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Laurana said with a grimace of anger on her face. “I’m leaving,” she said as she pushed her chair back and stood. “Call me when she finishes babbling,” Laurana called over her shoulder as she stomped out of the inn.

“But wait!” Sylara yelled. “I haven’t told you everything yet!” Sylara stomped her foot petulantly as Laurana slammed the front door behind her.

“Why do you continue to antagonize her?” Kazarss said in a low voice as he pulled her back down into her chair. “Do you want her to hurt you?” He stared at Sylara’s faraway gaze and watched as she licked her lips and shuddered in secret rapture. “Never mind,” he said quickly. “Do you want her to kill you?”

“Well, no,” Sylara said slowly. “But I was just trying to spare her feelings.”

“That’s what you said before.”

“I haven’t told you what really happened yet,” Sylara said with a sly smile...
 
 

Sylara rushed up the stairs and down the hallway to Laurana’s room, her heart beating in terror as she saw the scattered and torn undergarments that littered the hallway. She had left to tend to the horses, not thinking that Laurana would be able to do anything as drunk as she was. But when she had come back inside she had been told that Laurana had been very friendly with a group of youths from the town and had invited them up to her room.

“-you gods, thank you gods,” she heard a young male voice moan from inside Laurana’s room. Sylara cracked the door open an inch and brought her hand to her mouth at the sight inside.

Laurana was kneeling in front of one of the room’s chairs, her shirt cast off and wearing only her lacy underwear, her head bobbing steadily over a teenage human’s crotch. From the boy’s expression it was obvious what she was doing to him. His hands were buried in her hair as his head lolled back and forth as he continued to gasp out his thanks to the gods. But what was worse was what Laurana was doing with her delicate hands.

Sylara saw two other youths standing to each side of Laurana, their hands wrapped around hers as she jerked them both off. They seemed less inclined to thank and more inclined to furiously guide her soft hands across the stiff flesh of their cocks. The one on her left reached down to pinch and fondle the soft flesh of her breasts while the one on her right was groping her ass furiously, his fingers kneading her flesh. With a gasp the youth being pleasured orally jerked his hips up, obviously in the throes of the best orgasm he had ever had. In a second the two other youths were coming as well, their seed shooting onto Laurana’s hair to glisten there in the golden strands. More of their seed dribbled onto her delicate fingers as she continued to jerk them off.

“I told you I was worth twenty steel, didn’t I?” Laurana said drunkenly as she lifted her head from the youth’s crotch and stood shakily. She licked the seed from her hands and stretched lazily as the other two youths collapsed onto the floor. “Now who’s next?”

Sylara gasped as two other youths emerged from out of her line of sight and pounced on Laurana before they dragged her onto the bed, pushing her onto her stomach as they positioned themselves in front and behind her. “Mmm, you boys are randy, aren’t you?” Laurana moaned as she reached out and opened the pants of the youth kneeling in front of her head. “But don’t you want to see what else you’re getting?” She smiled and slowly pulled her underwear down her legs, letting it dangle from one slender ankle before dropping it to the floor.

With that, Laurana spread her legs lewdly and reached down to expose the petals of her quim, displaying herself decadently to the rest of the boys. One youth, bolder than the rest, moved between her spread legs and ran his hands up the insides of her thighs. “Go on,” Laurana said as she reached into the pants of the youth standing by her head and began to stroke his cock.

The youth kneeling between her thighs looked up at her for a moment and pushed a finger into her quim, eliciting a sultry moan from Laurana. “Oh yes,” she groaned as she arched her back to force the boys finger into her. She looked down at him and smiled lasciviously before wrapping her long and slender legs around his head, pushing his face into her quim. “Now it’s your turn,” she moaned to the youth standing by her head as she pulled his cock out.

His cock sprang out, already fully hard, and he frantically pushed himself into her waiting, warm mouth. Laurana’s body writhed in a slow wave as she arched her back and head to take the boy’s cock fully into her mouth and throat while the other boy licked her furiously.

“This slut’s going to do whatever we want her to,” the boy in Laurana’s mouth managed to gasp with a wide grin. “Suck my cock, slut!” he shouted as he reached under Laurana’s head to grab her silken hair. He tugged her hair painfully to bend her head back even further as he forced himself into her throat with a yell. Laurana moaned in ecstasy as she reached up and began to fondle the youth’s balls as he pounded into her mouth, her throat taking him expertly with each thrust.

The youth between her legs stood up shakily, his face covered with her juices, and panted for breath. He stared at the sight of Laurana taking his friend’s cock into her throat and began to pull open his breeches to free his engorged cock.

Between her legs, the youth tore open his pants and forced her thighs apart, spreading them as far as he could make them before he clumsily pushed himself into her. He gasped in pleasure and grabbed Laurana’s shapely hips before driving himself deeper into her. “What a hot pussy,” he moaned as his fingers dug into her skin. “You like this, don’t you, you slut?” he said enthusiastically as he began to pound away. “Don’t you?!” he yelled as he slapped her flank and thrust himself into her with as much force as he could muster.

“Gods, this slut’s hot,” the one in her mouth groaned as he reached down to fondle her breasts. “And her tits are great.” He squeezed her tits in his hands until Laurana moaned with a mix of pain and pleasure. He grabbed her stiff nipples in his fingers and roughly pinched them as he pushed his cock as deep as he could into Laurana’s warm and willing throat.

“Her pussy is amazing,” the one between her legs moaned as he pounded away into her. “Earn your steel you slut,” he moaned as he continued to slap her flank and hips, his hand leaving red marks on her soft skin. Each time his hand slapped her flesh Laurana cried out in pleasure, her body wriggling between the two humans pumping their cocks into her.

Sylara watched in mounting horror as Laurana sucked the youth in her mouth to an amazing climax, swallowing all the seed he spurted into her mouth and then letting him come onto her beautiful face, the white seed splattering across her cheeks and lips before dripping down her face to her golden hair. The youth flopped back against the headboard, his entire body drained.

“Oh baby, oh yeah,” the one in her quim grunted as he reached up and grabbed her breasts, pulling her up and forwards against him as he pumped into her. Laurana reached down to grab his hips, her head flopping backward, urging him into her as she licked the other youth’s seed from her lips. “Gonna come-” the youth behind her yelled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Laurana’s breasts as he thrust into her and collapsed backward...
 
 

“And then they started to-” Sylara continued after taking a sip of her tea, ignoring Kazarss’s incredulous expression...
 
 

Laurana knelt in the middle of the room, come splashed over her face and breasts, with her hands clasped demurely behind her back. One of the youths who had first had her stepped up to her face and rubbed his cock over her cheek, grinning as she tried to suck it into her mouth.

“You’re just a cock-hungry whore, aren’t you?” he said mockingly as he grabbed Laurana’s hair and tugged her head backwards.

“Yes,” Laurana said quietly as she looked yearningly towards his stiff cock.

“Say it,” the youth said, giving her hair an extra tug.

“I’m a cock-hungry whore,” Laurana moaned.

“That’s good,” the youth said as he shoved his cock into her mouth, his hands tugging her hair with each of his thrusts between her soft lips. “Now play with your tits.”

Laurana complied silently as her lips moved over the youth’s cock. Her hands, still sticky with the remnants of the other boys’ seed, moved up her body to squeeze and caress her full breasts. She rubbed the sticky white come into her skin and lightly pinched her nipples before cupping her breasts and pressing them together as she squeezed them.

“Now reach down and spread your ass,” the youth in her mouth said. Laurana looked up at him as she sucked his cock and slowly reached down to spread the cheeks of her ass. Her eyes darted from side to side as she watched another youth kneel behind her, his cock nudging her hands and cheeks before it slid between them to poke her ass. “Beg for it,” the youth in her mouth said as he pulled out and rubbed his cock over her nose and chin.

“I want you in my ass,” she moaned.

“More,” the youth said as he rubbed his cock in her hair.

“I want your hard cock in my ass!” Laurana cried out as the youth behind her poked his cock at her ass.

“Prove it,” the one in front of her said as he roughly pushed himself back into her mouth. Laurana moaned as she took him into her throat and began to move herself backwards and downwards onto the boy’s cock. She groaned as his cock pushed against her ass and cried out, her eyes wide, as he popped into her. Her moans increased in pitch and frequency as she lowered herself deeper onto his cock, finally letting out a muffled and ecstatic cry of orgasm as he penetrated her fully.

The feeling of Laurana crying out around his cock was too much for the boy standing in front of her. He let a long stream of seed spurt into her throat and mouth as he pulled out and yanked one of her hands up to jerk his cock further. Laurana watched and jerked his cock as he pointed himself at her face, more of his seed splattering across her cheeks, forehead, and chin before dripping down to splash onto her heaving breasts...
 
 

“It was just so horrible to see her acting like that,” Sylara said in quivering voice. “To see the Golden General and the mother of the ruler of the Qualinesti reduced to that level.”

“Yes, I can imagine,” Kazarss said, trying to get the image of Laurana forcing a cock into her ass while sucking another out of his mind. Neither of them noticed that Laurana had re-entered the inn and was standing behind them, her entire body quivering in fury.

“I’m going to thrash you senseless!” Laurana screamed as she jumped forward and snatched up a knife from the table, slamming it into the wood a scant inch away from Sylara’s hand. The cleric shrieked in terror and scrambled backwards as Kazarss wrapped his arms around Laurana’s waist and lifted her off the ground. “I know what happened now!” Laurana shouted as she struggled to get Kazarss to let her go...
 
 

Sylara slowly pushed open the door and peeked inside, ready to retreat at a moments notice. She smiled when she saw Laurana lying back on her bed, her mouth open and a snoring softly. The cleric padded into the room and softly closed the door behind her, pushing a chair under it just in case.

Laurana mumbled something under her breath as Sylara knelt on the bed beside her, a manic grin on the human’s face. Sylara leaned over and buried her face in Laurana’s hair, her left hand sliding up Laurana’s flank and resting on the elven woman’s smooth stomach. Sylara took a deep breath and tugged Laurana’s shirt up to expose the elf’s bare skin.

“Thank you, Takhisis,” Sylara said breathlessly as she slid down the bed to lie by Laurana, her hands gently rubbing Laurana’s stomach and sliding up her shirt. Laurana mumbled something in her sleep and shifted into a more comfortable position, her right hand falling across her eyes.

Sylara fumbled with the ties of her robe and managed to drop it to the floor as she pushed Laurana’s shirt up even further. She reached down and fished through a pocket of her robe and pulled out a small set of padded manacles which she set on the bed next to Laurana’s head. The cleric pulled Laurana’s shirt over her head and tossed it across the room before tugging the elf’s pants down and dropping them to the floor. Laurana’s underwear joined them a second later, slightly worse for wear from Sylara’s eagerness.

Sylara stared for a moment at Laurana’s bare breasts before she fell forward and began to eagerly lick and suck on the warm flesh. Her head spun as she felt Laurana’s nipples hardening under her tongue and squeezing fingers. Sylara paused for a moment to fill her mouth with as much of the elf’s soft flesh as possible, a shudder of pleasure running through her body as she lifted her head to gaze at Laurana’s breasts, shining with spittle in the lamplight. Sylara moaned again in deep pleasure as she placed her head on Laurana’s breasts and rubbed her cheek against them.

“Whhrrat?” Laurana mumbled, pushing clumsily at Sylara’s head.

“Shh, shh,” Sylara whispered as she stole a quick kiss from the drunken elf and rubbed her own breasts against Laurana’s, their nipples rubbing in a tingling contact. “Everything’s fine.” She licked Laurana’s cheek and began to nibble and suck on Laurana’s pointed ears.

“Sylara? What are you-?” Laurana managed to say drunkenly before Sylara kissed her again and straddled her waist. Laurana grunted and pushed at the woman only to have her hands grabbed and placed on Sylara’s generous bosom.

“That’s it,” moaned Sylara as she began to rub herself against Laurana’s stomach.

“Get off me,” Laurana said, her head starting to slowly clear.

“Oh gods,” Sylara groaned as she forced one of Laurana’s hands down to her quim. “Yes, yes, oh, ye-” She was cut off by Laurana’s sudden and vicious punch to the side of her face. Sylara tumbled to the floor and struggled to her feet as a red-eyed, naked, and very angry Laurana staggered off the bed and lunged towards her.

“Bitsch,” Laurana growled in near incoherence. “I’m going to make you pay.” Even drunk, the elf woman was too skilled a fighter for Sylara to escape and in minutes the cleric found herself pinned to the bed. “You were going to use these on me?” Laurana hissed as she picked up the manacles.

“I-uh-no,” Sylara stammered as the elf forced her hands up towards the headboard and fastened the manacles around them. She groaned in pleasure as Laurana’s hair drifted across her face, the soft strands tickling her delightfully. Sylara watched as Laurana finished securing her hands to the headboard and bit her lower lip as the elf woman stood by the bed. “Oh yes,” she moaned to herself as she pulled at the manacles.

Laurana’s faintly golden skin was flushed from the exertion of manacling Sylara and her hair was in a tumbling cloud around her face and shoulders. Sylara squeezed her thighs together at the sight of Laurana’s naked body, drinking in the length of her slim legs and the gentle curve of her hips and waist. “Do whatever you want to me,” Sylara groaned as Laurana leaned over mumbling something.

“I need a switch, or a whip, or something,” the elf mumbled as she knelt on the bed next to Sylara. The human struggled to bend her head far enough to kiss the elf as Laurana bent over Sylara’s body.
“You’re going to- going to-” Laurana shook her head and clumsily slid over the cleric’s body until she was lying next to her. “Going to pay,” Laurana yawned as she reached for the sheets and pulled them over herself. “Gonna pay, tomorrow...” she mumbled as she collapsed back against the pillow and soon began snoring...
 
 

“I feel so dirty,” Sylara sobbed into her napkin. “You used me and left me chained to your bed like some sort of toy!”

“That’s it, I can’t deal with this anymore,” Laurana said as Kazarss cautiously let go of her. “I’m leaving, Kazarss you can come with me or take care of this-” she made a disgusted sound, “lunatic.”

“I feel sorry for her,” Kazarss whispered to Laurana as he stood. “She managed to get herself caught by those bandits, the gods only know what trouble she’ll get into if we leave her here.”

Laurana buried her face in her hands and shook her head. “Fine, do what you want. Turn her into your own sex slave, the gods know she wouldn’t mind,” she said resignedly. “I’ll go on ahead, meet me in Palanthas. If I have to stay around her for the rest of the trip, I’ll kill her.” With that Laurana turned and strode from the inn’s common room, tossing a handful of steel pieces to the innkeeper on the way out.

Kazarss watched her go and sighed quietly. He didn’t really want to look after the cleric, but she was insane and almost every god or goddess taught that the insane needed to be cared for. “Get ready to go,” he said without turning towards her. “We should leave soon if we want to keep up with her. Do you have much-” He stopped when he half-turned and saw how Sylara was looking at him.

“You know, I always had a thing for draconians. You’re so strong and scaly,” she purred as she slinked over to him and ran her hands across his chest. Kazarss sighed and went to pay the innkeep. This was going to be a difficult trip, he thought to himself.