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Re: Trapped in the Underdark - In Character
Dasyra
The old Training hall
Tag: Vel, Ventus
"Mmm... I enjoy it when you give commands, my love, but I have the advantage of sweet promises of undying delight to accompany such orders. Not so for our fiendish friends... but once they see what you could do with them... or to them... maybe they would prefer to know the sort of sexual discipline you could provide, instead of the fatal kind. Oh, my sweet mistress, I know how you struggle... how grateful they should be that you make the effort to hold back. Mmm, let me be the recipient of those frustrations though. Yes?"
Dasyra cooed in Ventus' ear, rubbing her hands softly across the deathknight to soothe her.
"Vel, my sweet tempter, we undead are intractable in our design, so you needn't busy yourself with trying to convert my Mistress from her ways to your own. You should find a way instead to enjoy us as we are. Fuck her. Fuck me. Fuck our cold, beautiful bodies together. Take whatever form you think will satiate us most and derive pleasure from our unearthly moans. I promise you, you will find passion enough in us, with kink to spare."
As the more quixotic, less orderly undead of the pair, Dasyra was open to manipulation where her Mistress wasn't, and was willing to act as a mediator and go-between if that was what was necessary. She preferred Ventus' straightfoward manner, but even she could tell that her darling death knight would need a little guidance now and then. Something that Dasyra was MORE than happy to do.
As Ventus removed her armor and clothing, Dasyra shifted out of her own clothes, keeping her red cloak on for the moment and ogling her Mistress' hermaphroditic body hungrily.
"Vel, you have a nice beastly form. I confess I've always wondered what it might be like to feel a beast take me. Mm... and perhaps my mistress would enjoy that pleasure as well?" the dark ranger bit her lip, letting he hands begin to run across her body in anticipation.
The old Training hall
Tag: Vel, Ventus
"Mmm... I enjoy it when you give commands, my love, but I have the advantage of sweet promises of undying delight to accompany such orders. Not so for our fiendish friends... but once they see what you could do with them... or to them... maybe they would prefer to know the sort of sexual discipline you could provide, instead of the fatal kind. Oh, my sweet mistress, I know how you struggle... how grateful they should be that you make the effort to hold back. Mmm, let me be the recipient of those frustrations though. Yes?"
Dasyra cooed in Ventus' ear, rubbing her hands softly across the deathknight to soothe her.
"Vel, my sweet tempter, we undead are intractable in our design, so you needn't busy yourself with trying to convert my Mistress from her ways to your own. You should find a way instead to enjoy us as we are. Fuck her. Fuck me. Fuck our cold, beautiful bodies together. Take whatever form you think will satiate us most and derive pleasure from our unearthly moans. I promise you, you will find passion enough in us, with kink to spare."
As the more quixotic, less orderly undead of the pair, Dasyra was open to manipulation where her Mistress wasn't, and was willing to act as a mediator and go-between if that was what was necessary. She preferred Ventus' straightfoward manner, but even she could tell that her darling death knight would need a little guidance now and then. Something that Dasyra was MORE than happy to do.
As Ventus removed her armor and clothing, Dasyra shifted out of her own clothes, keeping her red cloak on for the moment and ogling her Mistress' hermaphroditic body hungrily.
"Vel, you have a nice beastly form. I confess I've always wondered what it might be like to feel a beast take me. Mm... and perhaps my mistress would enjoy that pleasure as well?" the dark ranger bit her lip, letting he hands begin to run across her body in anticipation.