Summoned!

[Pervy]

"I'll take you to my boss, so she can give you tasks is not -why- I should join you but how." She rolled her eyes. and yes, she was tense. She was turned into a devil and died.. yesterday? Very early today? Stupid hell..

"Uuuh.." She made, looking down at the licking. "I didn't know I was considered a sister, very open minded, for a dark elf, wait is that not open minded for me to think? Hrmnn..." She mused. The lickey-girl was distracting.
Well, the drow was prettier than an orc or ogre, not like she'd want to get fucked by any of those, obviously, shut up Love..
She felt a little.. warmth.. yes, but. "Listen, this place is a little weird" She hesitated, exhaling.. what was it with this thick smoke.. she propably couldn't trust some drow-drugs.. she didn't even know about her poison-resistance, so she didn't question that bit..

"You told me you got a job that could interest me, so now you can tell me more, or else tell me what I'm looking for." She demanded, her breathing a bit deeper, pupils slightly dillated.

(12 constitution save!)

 

[Aenon]

"Why? We are not like the other dark elfs you may have met...we don't worship the Queen of the Demonweb Pits. Here, we are all a big family. Those who you see tied up, are like this by choice...they crave to be controlled, and serve like that. But we also take care of them...and we will never betray them, or sell them out. We are a big, loving family..."

"You are in need of something...I can see it in your eyes." the drow offered circling around Cyra, and slowly hugging her from behind, her head perching next to Cyra's neck, as she stroked her tummy with hands. "We can offer what others can offer...and probably more."

"You also need a family...someone who can understand you...take care of you...satisfy your darkest desires...don't you?" she whispered, her breath sending shivers down her neck.

"The offer is here...we will always offer a strong, guiding hand to a sister in need...as for the job...sadly we can only entrust it to someone who has joined us, if even only in spirit...you see, in involves the safety of one of our sisters." she continued.

"We can offer you anything we can afford to...and surely more than anyone else can, down here...but if you want to leave..." she took a step back, releasing the flustered Cyra "...we will not stop you...even if it is a pity..."

 

[Pervy]

"Oh yeah, now that you say it, this is not really a place for the traditional dark elf.. but neither would be the Heavens or Arvandor, and with them I'd trust this family-thing more..." Cyra mused. Something about the writhing bondage-girls just didn't seem super happy family, to her. Well she was the last that shouldn't have an open mind, considering her situation, but still.
She was not sure what to think of the drow, glancing at her, before tilting her head with the drow resting up against her.. blushing with the petting of her round tummy.. it was emberassing, but the armor.. thing was kind of kinky when she could feel it like that.. it just needed some proper training..

"You can? Hrmn.. Well, really, I can take care of myself, .. after I get back on track, that is.." She admitted.
"I could use some assistance, alright, yes, but I did not exactly come here as customer.. I lack the founds for starters. I uh.." She blushed, at the drows offers.. it did sound kind of nice.. she had Love already, who was helpful, but.. well the two could use some time apart, after all this chaos, plus.. Love had been more fun on the prime material, where her teasings seemed more playful, less.. dangerous. Cyra slightly bit her lower lip, seeming to consider the drow-womans offer for a long moment.

Long enough for her to continue, either way. "Huh.. well.. I.. am intrigued. Tell me more about what you want to do, and well.. I'd need a shortcut to the eigth hell, I guess. To recover my memories, long story. Oh also, I don't plan on hanging out here forever." She glanced back over to the drow, she also kind of wanted to restore her human body, yes, but.. with her sword recovered and a new, albeit questionable armor, she didn't need the stuff on it, did she? And as much as she hated to admit it, this body was.. kinda better than her old one..
"More than anyone else can huh? Alright let's say I'd want to join, temporarily or whatever.."
She mused, glancing about in the smokey room.. tingling arousal numbing caution.

 

[Aenon]

"Hmm...shortcut to the eigth hell? That's not an easy one, certainly...but I am sure we could find a way. As for recovering memories...that's...I am not going to lie, that's not something we can do...but we can try." she mused, as her hands swiftly moved around to start help undressing Cyra. Not that there were a lot of things to get rid of...

"However relax...you can leave your worries behind. I will take care of your troubles from now on...I will be your Mistress, so you can just relax, and leave everything to me...you just have to be a good little sister, and follow my guidance...isn't that wonderful?" she whispered sweet temptations.

Maybe Cyra could relax just this once? She could let her Mistress take care of her...her touch did feel steady and reliable...she knew what she was doing...all Cyra would have to do, was to just play along...

"I am Mistress Z'resliel...you may call me Mistress, or Sister when we are in the presence of my Mistress..." she introduced herself.

"Now...why don't you tell me of your situation in detail, while I prepare you?" she asked. Cyra would very soon find what she means, as she found the elf holding a set of a collar, along with some delicate leather bindings...would she get tied up like a doggie, and then ordered around? Wouldn't then she be helpless, at the hand of her Mistress? Was she realy that trusting?

On the other hand...blindly trusting the drow felt very arousing. Who know what would she have her do?

 

[Pervy]

"Well, you seem nicer than I'd expected to meet today and here, not gonna lie, I guess a shortcut to the sixth orseventh hell would do, am sure I can find another way from there." She chuckled, compromising, and blushing when the drow moved to remove her outfit.. she sure didn't waste any time, did she?

"I mean.. uh.. I've had a rough day, not gonna lie.." She admitted, shifting, tipping her chin with a slight blush.. the drows offer did sound rather tempting.. just relax.. The sister and family thing was a bit weird, but the hard to pronouncedly named drow was quite nice it seemed..
"P.. prepare me? Woah uh..." She gulped, watching the collar, she wanted to protest, but the.. relaxing smoke and soothing, dark elf were.. distracting.. alright, alright and maybe the mistress, the danger of domineering half elves, the girl licking at her feet and the leathery outfits were turning her on quite a bit, making her cheeks flush and her pussy moisten a little.

Perhaps she could act the good little sister part, just a bit, to indulge and enjoy this lewd.. idea.. yes.

"My situation? Well, long story slightly less long, I lost large parts of my memory in a botched resurrection, now, the best way to recover that is on hell no. 8, the cold place, I'll recover who I am, hopefully, also more of my proper strength, then.. A bit wobbly on the stuff that comes next, but propably don't want to keep hanging around this place here. I guess I should return to the prime material and deal with some trouble there. For now, I'm quasi-devil and not happy with this place, but I'll makedo. A shortcut would help, I also considered acquiering myself some reliable mercenaries but.. eh.." She shrugged, glancing at the drow-sister and allowing her to affix that collar, with some visible apprehension at the coammding mistress.

 

[Aenon]

The collar fit perfectly around Cyra's neck, keeping it comfortable tight, before locking in place...she was collared like a dog, or a slave now...how would it feel to really be a slave?Love had suggested a plan that would have turned them into slaves, for a while...however this didn't feel too bad...no, it felt comfortable. Why was she so comfortable, wearing a collar? It was as if she was always meant to wear one?

"This sounds like a long story...and not a nice one. But you don't have to worry about any of those now. We will do what is best for you." the drow offered, before starting to fix her arm binders in place.

Soon enough, Cyra's hands were properly bound behind her. She was now really helpless...fully at the mercy of the drow. If they decided to feed her to their pet spiders or something, she couldn't even resist now...did she really decide to trust the dark elfs, who had the fame to be both slavers, and treacherous? Just because they told her some comforting words? Did she really trust them that much, or had she secretly hoped for them to....just the thought of what she had just done, made her wet...

"So, how does it feel to be bound? Not many would be so trusting." the drow mused, licking her neck.

"Yes, I feel you should be rewarded for it. You have to be perfectly honest with me...what do you want to happen to you?" she asked.

"Do you wish to be trained with pain? Not real pain, soft things. You will slowly learn to enjoy it...it is a great help in the battlefield too. Or you prefer more traditional fun? I can have someone fuck you, like you deserve to be fucked. Then again, we could have your sisters and brothers use you as they see fit...however I don't know what they will have in mind for you. Or...I think I can see that you desire something else...but what is it?" she inquired

 

[Pervy]

The white haired paladin's blush deepened as the collar was fastened around her neck, she wanted to say something but hesitated.. the thing fit rather snuggly around her neck and she was -certainly- not sure how to feel about that.. even with the drows offer of just relaxing and forgetting her worries for a bit in mind.
"Yeah.. it is a long story, I shortened it a bunch.. it's.. nice not worrying too much about it... rough day, yeah.." Should she be concerned? This was definitly a concerned-moment, but.. it felt relaxing, so... she let the drow bind her arms as well, let her do what was best for Cyra.. how did she know that? Well, it was nice, someone just doing what was best for her, no lewd nonsense, no hellish temptations..

"Hmnaaah..." She gasped at the lick, wetness glistening betwen her legs with soft arousal, her legs rubbing against one another as she glanced to the lewd drow-mistress.. she gulped, glancing down at the dark beauty. "I.. feel.. aorused, yes.." She admitted, with a hint of emberassment still.
"Rewarded?" She hesitated as she listened on, a deep flush on her cheeks.. was that.. really a reward? She had to be honest.. she hesitated for another long moment, swaying whilest inhaling the sweet-smelling smoke.. "Haah.. uh.. t.. to be trained to like pain? Th.. that sounds so twisted but kinky.. hmnn.. fucked like I deserve.. have their way with me.." She blushed and swayed.. other things? Well, she kind of liked.. uh..
"B.. being trained to enjoy something sounds the best.. I mean.. if it's all soft and.. tempting..." She finally blushed and admitted, her submissive personality winning over.. Hmnn to be trained by that lustful, dangerous drow mistress. Yes, given a choice between just having a naughty fun time with one or several, or enjoying a descent into further relaxed, horny submission, Cyra leaned towards that.

"Hmnn.. a.. are you sure this is best for me? T.. To be trained Haa.. hmn... I guess if it is, please do that.. They all sound kind of tempting but.." She purred and writhed lustfully.. why was she getting so aroused by this, enticed, her body pulsing with hungry need. Something about the drows offer to just relax and let her decide the best course of action was tempting even more than those options, in a way. She could just relax and leave this to mistress...

 

[Aenon]

"Hmmm....yes, it is a training fitting a warrior like you..." her Mistress praised her, softly massaging her breasts from behind.

"It is also my specialty...so I will be training you personally. Follow me...let's not get disturbed by other visitors." she chuckled, before fixing a thin siver chain on the ring on Cyra's collar, and leading her deeper into the weird smoke...she wasn't pulling her with force of course, just gently guiding Cyra. However Cyra could feel it....she was in control of her. She had given her this power to control her, willingly...

Soon, Cyra found herself in a large room....there many interesting things inside. Two human girls standing face to face, kissing each other as they rode a wooden horse, a man hanging from some ropes, whip marks covering his body....some cages in the back where some collared women were napping...yet, strangely, no one seemed unwilling to be there...just like her...

"Here we are...don't mind those, it is too early for you to join them." she raised her hand, to pat Cyra's head. It felt somewhat strange, to be treated like that by someone who was shorter, and more frail than her...

"Lets start with the basics. Pain is a great feeling. It is something no one can escape from. Pain is something we all need." she explained, as she picked up some waxed ropes, and started tying Cyra with them.

"Pain can help you wash away your shames, and free you from your guilt...pain also help you feel alive...and feeling alive is great. Once you learn to appreciate it, that is..." she smiled.

Soon, Cyra was bound in a compromising position, hanging from the ceiling...

"Sadly you plan to leave us...so it will be harder to train you as a proper painslut...however don't be sad, because it is still possible. But enough of that." she said, as she fondled Cyra's pussy.

"In life, you can't have anything without some pain...can you? So the start of your training will be this. I will be whipping you, softly...while your sister here will be taking care of your pussy." she nodded towards the girl that had been licking Cyra's feet previously...she had followed behind them all the way here, it seemed.

"Any time you have had enough, you can tell me to stop. But, she will stop pleasing you too." she stoked Cyra's cheek. "Are you ok with this? You didn't change your mind, did you?" she offered....

 

[Pervy]

"Haamn... it is?" She half pondered, moaning softly and blushing under the lewd drows massage, her nipples growing from soft to hard.. the danger, the seductive kindness.. the skilled touches from the drow, all were so very.. distracting. Alright and maybe she was curious about the scantly clad dark elfs allure as well. She had only heard rumours about the drow.. their deadly beauty.. far as she remembered, anyway.

"Your specialty hmn?" Well, that sounded promising! Cyra followed into the smoke, aroused.. and just a little emberassed.. which was also kind of arousing.
"W.. woah.." She commented, taking in the scene of.. lewd bondage, her eyes taking in the scene of.. well it was clearly slavery and bondage, yet no one seemed to mind.. which made it easier for her to feel like she didn't mind either.. that.. that was right, wasn't it?

"Uhm.. ok.." Cyra mumbled, not sure if she -wanted- to join them. The drow was cute, definitly, but.. wasn't this a little.. extreme? She blushed, realizing she was kind of getting bound up right here with the slaves there.. other slaves? Considering the feeling around her neck, well this was just uh.. a trial, yeah..
She listened to the dark elf talk about pain. The drow seemed to masterfully mix things she wanted to disagree with and things she wanted to agree with, making her hesitate.. yeah, she wanted to feel alive, but.. washing away her shame? That sounded a bit..

Cyra mieeped softly as her leg was pulled up and she was bound up, standing in a rather bound, yet exposed position, making her blush more, her arousal apparent in the paladins soft, smooth sex being wet, and flushed, and puffy under the drows touch, she biting her lips slightly. Well, she didn't have to leave this place immediatly, she could take a little time..
"Ahmn. uh.. I uh.. I'm not sure about painslut but.. y.. yeah let's take it slow..." She blushed, not liking how.. soft that came out, staring at the ground.. why was it so hard to look the smaller woman in the eyes, right now?
She hesitated and looked at the drow, gently petting her cheek.. damn, she was such a cutie... and Cyra could stop anytime, right? She could do this..

"Heh, I can handle a little pain. I've been in fights before.. and died.. and I had to listen to a church-sermon... ah err.. Anyway.. I mean.. wow.. you are.. definitly not what I expected.. " She smiled, nodding determinedly.. and with a barely hidden subtone of arousal. "Le.. let's do my training!" This was so weird, but she liked it.. the drow-mistress definitly had a way of getting Cyliarra to do what she wanted..

 

[Aenon]

"That's the spirit..." she moved behind Cyra...if the paladin had eyes in her back, she would see her going towards a display with different whips, and pondering for a while, before picking one of them.

Meanwhile, the other girl apprached Cyra, kneeling before her, and started kissing her pussy...she hadn't even introduced herself or anything...was it really all right for her to do such things for Cyra? However she looked like she liked it too...was she really finding this so enjoyable?

Soon, Cyra found out that the girl was very skilled in using her tongue...but her fun was very soon interrupted by her drow Mistress.

"I will be starting now..." the light smack of a whip was felt her back. The pain was very bearable...it seemed that the drow was going very easy on her. Yet, no matter how light it was, it did leave a stinging sensation on her back.

She then felt a hand stroking the place where the whip had just hit, shoothing the pain away. "Remember, if you want to stop, just say so..." she offered again.

The scene repeated itself, over and over...the girl would keep licking, Cyra, skillfully making her come closer and closer to orgasm...but never really let her have it...while the drow would slowly keep smacking her, with a soft hand. Each stroke was bearable...but they kept building up...the question was, how long could Cyra take it? And what could she do to finally, have her release...or would she give up, before that?

 

[Pervy]

Cyra blushed a little.. granted, it was hard not to get emberassed by her.. position. She glanced down at the stranger woman just.. attending her like this. "Uuuh.. hi?" She tried, trying to decide where to look at.. down at the girl? No.. cages? Also lewd. that horse-thing.. woah.. definitly not!

Although Cyra's emberassment did not stop her from enjoying the soft lickings on her tongue, making her mewl in soft suprised at the skillfull attention. With the situation she was in, she felt like she was going to... "Nya?" She meweled softly at the touch of the whip.. however, this really was nothing too bad.. "Heh.. I'm hmnn.. fine, really. uh.." It was emberassing and she felt helpless, yes, but right now she only blushed cutely at the considerate drow-mistress.. what was she doing here again? Oh yes, gaining the mercenaries trust to maybe get some support and some nebulous task she could help with..

"Hamnn.." Cyra writhed a little with the building lust.. although it felt as if the pain was building too. She was feeling a little woozy,.. and very aroused. "Hamnn.. I.. .haah.. I can't.." She panted a little, seeming.. rather receptive to the treatment, writhing and mewling in her bindings, with growing lust. "P.. please I can't.. mistress.." She panted out. Cyra herself was suprised by how.. receptive her body was to this treatment, leaning into the drows soothing hands and panting softl, her cheeks flushed, she finally implored...

"Haaah.. I can't.. hm.. handle this any more... ohmnn.." She writhed.. all she knew was something about the dark elves treament was driving her wild.. she wanted.. needed to cum, right now... her breathing quickened, eyes slightly dillated, arousal dripping from her helpless sex... she just wanted to cum under the dominion of the lewd drow-dominatrix. This felt.. forbiddenly good, and her hips rocked along with the whip and licks best as they could whilest Cyra moaned softly, helplessly.

 

[Aenon]

The drow from behind her stopped whipping her, when Cyra asked her to stop...instead, she hugged her from behind, pinching her nipples, as her own body was pressing against Cyra's whipped backside. It was a new kind of pain...stronger, yet more intimate than before...

"It is ok, you can let her cum now..." she instructed the girl, who picked up the pace, letting Cyra get lost between pain and pleasure.

Soon, Cyra found herself unable to endure any longer...she could only helplessly cum, overpowered by the girl's tongue. Somehow it felt more intense than usual...she still felt the pain, and she was exhausted...but it was a nice, refreshing kind of exhaustion...yet he girl kept sucking her, hungrily...

"Good girl...you did really well for your first time. You are very talented...you are a natural submissive painslut, there is no doubt about it." her mistress mused.

"I think that was enough for a first training session. But do you want to stay tied up like this a bit longer? I can let your sister in charge...but be warned that she is going to suck you dry. Or I could release you, and let you rest..." she offered.

The girl looked up pleadingly as she was still licking...somehow Cyra felt that it would be a pity to let her stop, even if she had enough...but she also had the feeling that the warning about getting sucked dry wasn't an empty one...

 

[Pervy]

"Gmnaaah.." Cyra moaned and blushed, feeling the dark-elf up against her.. tugging on her niples so bitter-sweet. She moaned and writhed a little more in her bindings, this time with lewd climax building within and then taking her, with Cyra moaning.. perhaps a little too eagerly, under the attention.. why did this feel so.. overwhelmingly.. good?

"I uh.. I'll.. just take the compliment.." Cyra decided, with a hint of shame in her voice.. why was this so intense.. her devil body? No.. Olda hadn't.. felt like that.. she panted, and glanced over to the lewd drow-dominatrix, biting her lower lip again, and squirming under that tongue, still assaulting her, not letting her pulsing pleasure dry out fast.

"I'm.. haah.. going to sound like such a.. bottom girl... but.. Well it's all your fault, so I'm just going to say it.." She purred out...: "Hamnn... please decide for me, mistress.." She nodded, moaning again.. this whole.. intimate dominance, it was.. quite intoxicating. Perhaps that was the smoke, but.. right now she found herself really attracted to the Drow.. she was not as.. straight forward sensual as Love, but she had an air of.. tempting authority around her that made something in Cyra all happy, obediant putty...Wait.. had she said 'First session?' how much more of this was there.. well, it woul be a shame to stop now, would it?

 

[Aenon]

"Good...good." the drow sounded pleased.

"I am not sure what I am to blame for...but I understand that you are still a bit confused. Lets let your sister take care of you for a while, while I apply some herbs in your back." she said, petting Cyra's head with one hand.

~~~
"Those are some special herbs. The next time you will be whipped, it will feel even better." she explained, as she applied the shoothing herb paste on Cyra. She was bluffing...however Cyra wouldn't know that... The paste first burned her a little, but then it actually felt cool...like a winter breeze against her skin. The pain from the whipping didn't really get away, but it wasn't really hurting her - it was more of an annoyance...or a reminder of what happened.

Her sister on the other hand, had never stopped licking her like crazy...keeping her constantly distracted and aroused...

"Enough for now." Z'resliel waved the girl away.

"I think you will fit right in with us. It is really a shame you want to leave..." she sighed. "Let me untie you first. You are now part of our family...so I should take you to meet the Mistress."

"Let me tell you a bit about the mission I talked about earlier, too. You see, we are a family here...looking out for each other. And sadly, one of our sisters...was abducted."

"We are pretty sure it was those cultists who took her...who knows for what. But we can't actually do anything, without proof. You are...the ideal candidate to help us save her. Mistress will surely suggest you to do so. However, I want to warn you, that it won't be easy...or safe. You shouldn't feel pressured to accept, if you aren't ready for everything." she warned Cyra.

 

[Pervy]

"Wait, why am I confused.. hamnn..." Cyra, the handsome, white haired, blue eyed paladin moaned, under ther mercenary-sisters licking.. herbs to heal these whippings? They didn't feel that damaging to begin with but.. she definitly appreciated the drows kinder side. A kind, twisted dominatrix, what wasn't to like about it? She chuckled and leaned towards the petting with a happy smile. The drow.. Znrr.. the Elder sister and mistress was quite nice, wasn't she?

"Feel even better.. oh.. oh my.. I dunno about that.. hmarmnn.." Cyra struggled to.. discuss matters with the suckling and licking still on her folds. The salve sucked a little at removing the pain, but it didn't bother her.. peculiar.
"Hmn... I mean.. I'm not sure I'm fitting mercenary... material for you, and I don't want to stay here, so.. sorry." She said, now feeling kind of regretful for her leaving as well. "I mean.. I guess I can try and help you out if you help me out, definitly.... I guess you figure that, because I'm unknown, I could pretend I want to join the cultists and find out more, hrmn... I mean.. let's meet the mistress first and hmn.." She glanced over to the drow, waiting for her to be untied.. although she didn't feel too uncomfortable tied up like this.. huh..

"I'm ready to bring your wayward sister home,.. trust me, I'm crafty." She grinned, ever so slightly posing to look more impressive towards the sexy drow, nodding to her to guide her to this mistress, on the way gathering the courage to ask: "So.. you are.. definitly not the average Dark elf, I mean.. just going by the rumours about your kind.. heh.. isn't this a strange place for such a nice.. family?" Cyra was pretty sure that the drow was genuine.. people around seemed just..happy to submit to her.. and she was really pretty..

 

[Aenon]

"It is fine...we could train you, in time..." she chuckled.

"No. Well, it is a long story...lets just say that the rest of my kind just can't accept new ideas. That's even more true for their godess..." she explained, as she led Cyra through the smoke once more.

"Here we are away from both the influence of other dark elf, and safe from her wrath...we do have to work, but it is not something we can't do..."

~~~
Finally they arrived before an open room.

"Mistress, a new sister is here." she announced.

"Let her inside, then." an alluring voice sounded....

It looked like Cyra would have to enter alone...and once she did, she would meet the owner of the voice. She looked like she had just finished getting fucked by someone...maybe one of those collared males who were kneeling at the other side of the room...

"Welcome, our youngest. I am Saz'al Z'eris. I trust Z'resliel in her judgmenet...so, who are you?" she then noticed Cyra's eyes, that were drawn to her used pussy.

"This? I didn't have time to clean up. Usually someone offers to lick it clean..." she suggested (?)

 

[Pervy]

"I heard your patron goddess is not exactly the forgive and forget type, yeah, but, .. Isn't there any other place that's less dangerous yet takes you in? A.. and uh.. you'll have to tell me what you mean with more training later..." She added, fidgeting a little, a bit annoyed at how.. girlishly shy the dark elf made her.. well, the drow-mistress had been right, Crya needed someone to soothe away her worries a little.. differently than the cheeky Love had.

Cyra was not sure what kind of mistress she expected, perhaps a lewd pleasure devil. .. certainly not an almost even more alluring dark elf. Cyra had been emberassed about her nudity, admittedly, but it seemed this was no issue by comparison.
"I uh.. woah.. " She gulped, looking at the drow-pussy.. Why were all their names so.. complicated.. she bit her lips.. she was treated so nice, but somehow, wanted to act just like a slave, and.. that beautiful dark-elven pussy.. "I'm Cyra Darkbane.. I uh.. Mistr.. uh.. Z'eris.. uh.. told me you had some trouble, with a lost sister and the cultist-club, and that maybe we could.. " She approached the drow-mistress.. "Help each other..." Why did her naughty body want to kneel before the drow this badly... It was weird to be treated as one of the mercenary members already, but.. kind of nice too. Should she mention this was just a temporary thing? Well, the mistress hadn't asked..

 

[Aenon]

"Oh, I have seen this expression before. I am over four hundred years old...I have seen it over and over..." she chuckled, flipping her legs open before Cyra, as she looked up at her. It did somehow feel wrong for Cyra to stand taller than her...or to not help her clean her pussy from all that juicy cum...

"It is the expression of someone who knows his place...yet he isn't quite ready to embrace it. Of someone who knows what she wants, but isn't brave enough to claim it." she sighed.

"Why is it so hard for you to simply do what you want?" she looked Cyra questioningly, as she took a drag on her smoke stick.

"But yes...you would perfectly fit the position. However, I am not sure if you could do it..." she pondered.

 

[Pervy]

Cyra smacked her lips. Don't say anything about her age, don't say anything about her age.. "I uh.. " She gulped, at the senior drow posing at her.. "The position? Pfah.. I can do it.. uh.." She gulped, then shrugged.. then kneel-sat between the drows legs. "It ah.. it's very emberassing and uh.." She mused, glancing over to the slave-men by the side.. so where those brothers then?.. She hesitated again, looking back to the drow dominatrix, well, she'd sucked of imps before and.. something about this was just intensely erotic..

"Woah.. I wouldn't have put you a year over 200, you know.." She charmed, .. this was.. obviously a test to see what she was.. willing to do.. but joke on the dark elf, she'd been fantasizing about what the body of her mistress would feel like more intimately than just hugging her after a whipping.. this was humiliating, but.. looking around, who'd judge her?

"I am err.. capable of doing what it takes.. Let me prove it to you.. hmnn.. le.. may I clean you..." She gulped, before leaning forward, extending her tongue, licking and tasting that dark-elf sex, the cum upon it.. Collared, more or less kneeling between a dark elves legs, pleasuring her perfect pussy.. Cyra had to suppress a moan. She was kind of doing this to progress with the mercenaries no?
She was kind of doing this because she was weirdly into it.

 

[Aenon]

The drow stroked Cyra's white hair.

"Oh, yes, you may. It is appreciated." she nodded.

"Hmm...yes. Well, I guess maybe you could pull it off, after all..." she mused "You see, one of our sisters was abducted...and we suspect that she was targeted because she was pregnant, just like you."

"There is no one else than those damned cultists who could be interested in something like that...but the devils favor them, and without proof...or some explanation, we can't even attempt to find her."

"Now...yes, you would play the role of the bait. Easy....yet hard. At the very least, we will be tracking you, so you should be safe...however we don't know what they may be planning to do to you...or what they have been doing to your lost sister..." she exlained sounding a bit concerned.

"No, before you ask, you weren't allowed to join us just to play the bait. I am sure Z'resliel had other considerations too..." she assured Cyra, petting her on the head.