After A Fashion

When you clear your head from the experience you just went through, you notice that behind you both Tevoy and Baehdor have entered the room through the door which now seems to connect seamlessly to the world outside again. Baehdor looks confused, for a moment, before she notices the cages and bed in center of the room and she seems to get her bearings quickly. Without even being prompted she quietly pads towards the chest in the back and sets her pack next to it, turning to look at you now with a rather thoughtful expression.

You're not sure what she's thinking, but frankly, you're too tired to care. Physicsl exhaustion is a new sensation to you and one you're not familiar with in any semblance, which leaves you with a shorter temper than you'd normally possess. Baehdor's quick submission means you have less to do, and Tevoy...

Turning to the halfling, you can see she has had just about enough. She's sweating, hair matted to her face and body, her leathers sleek and grimey at the same time from sweat. She's barely standing now and you can only admire what a long trek down a tunnel with the equivalent of a glass rod inside her has done for her disposition. [Baehdor. Strip Tevoy and help her into a cage. ] You order now and Baehdor steps forwarded nervously, fidgeting with her hands and avoiding eye contact until she's near Tevoy.

With minimal urging Baehdor is able to convince the Rogue to begin stripping, her top and undershirt pulled free and you can admire her sweat-covered chest. True to your suspicions her leathers hid an actually quite generous chest given her more masculine features, a C cup with a light bounce and more importantly, her rather cute faded freckles stretch over both breasts. Tevoy seems to notice you watching and she raises one of her hands, flipping you off in an almost comically half-hearted way.

You respond by twisting the **** object inside her sharply with a push of your mind and as Baehdor is removing her pants. Tevoy groans and her body clenches, then shakes as she climaxds. Baehdor is greeted by a thin stream of hot spunk spilling on her face and leaking down off her chin, milky white standing out well on her charcoal skin. If Baehdor is offended or concerned with this, or the now visible stream of feminine juices falling from Tevoy's pussy, she said nothing but she did suck in a breath. It reeked of sex the instant those pants came off.

With a thought you disolved the object inside Tevoy which at first she didn't seem to notice, until Baehdor began leading her towards the back and the cages there. Finally able to walk, Tevoy seemed to grow more alert but soon groaned and returned to slouching over, legs bowed from how long the toy had been inside her. Her cock swayed and bounced, still hard as a rock from overstimulation and when Baehdor opened the cage door Tevoy seemed relieved as she stumbled inside, curling up on the floor and pulling her hands under her head.

Baehdor closed the door and without warning a series of clicks echoed from the cage. When Baehdor tugged the door again, it was locked fast. She now looks to you as you turned to the door and you mentally conjure a **** hand to close it, floating yourself towards the cushion pile in the center of the room. You're beyond tired now and when you hover over the pile you almost reflexively turn off your Hover ability. Sinking into lush silk is an experience you have had precisely once and this is it, and it's still the best feeling in the world.

Baehdor watches as you settle in, your mass not even half filling up the mound and for a moment you consider making her lock herself in a cage...but no. The curvy druegar has been good. [Come here. ] You mentally call, surprised your exhaustion does not resonate even there, and Baehdor slowly approaches you with her hands moved to her sides, shaking lightly. She seems worried, but approaches anyway and when she stands beside you, she lowers her head.

To her immense surprise you use your **** hand to push her onto the cushions, letting her fall sideways and into a nestled position next to you. For a moment she seems stunned silent and still, but then you close your eye. You can't see her expressions or reactions now, but you feel her relax against you and especially as your magic hand begins stroking her head. Tomorrow you will deal with this Lair nonsense and determine your next move, but for tonight, you rest.

You're almost asleep when you hear Baehdor murmur against you, "Goodnight...Master. " In an almost dreamily tired voice. Master has a nice ring to it, honestly...