Cora reminisces about their first encounter

The first time had been in the back of that gods-damned tavern. Cora had caught wind of a thief nosing around after closing hours and thought she’d make short work of them. She’d stormed in, sword in hand, catching only a glimpse of Erin’s impish eyes and a smirk before she had darted into the shadows. A simple takedown, that’s what she’d expected; she was larger, stronger, it should’ve been a walk in the park. The thief had no business being so damn slippery! But Erin had danced around her, effortlessly weaving through her strikes as if leading her in a waltz. At first, Cora had been confused. Why wasn’t Erin drawing a weapon? Why wasn’t she fighting back, or trying to escape? But with every missed swing, something had gone loose. A belt. A buckle. A knot undone.

Then she’d noticed the tug at her waist. Her belt was gone.

A flustered second passed, and in that moment of hesitation, Erin had twirled behind her and tugged sharply - off came her tunic, buttons popping, her bosom bouncing in all its glory. The chill bit her skin as she instinctively reached up to cover herself. And that moment - that single second - had been all Erin needed.

"Gotta be quicker than that, sweetheart."

A hand at her waist. A pull at her laces. And down went her pants.

She’d frozen, her eyes widening, the fingers around the hilt of her sword slackening. She’d been torn between keeping her tits in check and hoisting her pants back up, swinging her sword being less than a distant third consideration. Erin was grinning like a fox.

"Come on now, at least put up a fight before I finish unwrapping you.”

A foot at her ankle. A shove at her back and a smack on her ass.

By the time Cora had realized what was happening, she was tripping over herself, stumbling and tumbling forwards, tangled in her own damn clothes. Before she could recover, Erin had hooked an arm around her and sent her spinning, using her own momentum to tangle her up completely. When the world finally stopped turning, Cora had thundered to the floor and found herself flat on her stomach, stripped to nothing but her briefs, wrists bound behind her thighs with her own belt.

Erin had crouched beside her, grinning. Not even a little out of breath.

"Aren't you a sight, all tied up for me? I’ll have to thank you for tonight’s entertainment."

And then, to add insult to injury, Erin had rummaged through the pants around her ankles for her coin purse. She had ruffled her hair, patted her on the cheek - and no, not the side of her face -and walked out, leaving her there to struggle in the improvised bonds.

Cora had never been so furious.

And yet.

The next time they met, it only got worse.