Some stress relief

"Well, you've got yourself into quite the pickle." You chuckle softly as you examine the silver cords that are binding her to the bed. Once drawn tight, the woven silver tubes wrapped securely around her wrists and ankles are inert and in spite of your initial alarm the situation no longer feels like a deadly emergency.

"Adonis!" You can tell she's trying to maintain some control of the situation, but the truth of the matter is that she is at your mercy and both of you know it. You sit between her splayed legs and press experimentally on the rounded end of the closest binding chain the silver cord loosens slightly but when you move your hand to the warm bare skin of her slender calf it twists back to its former position. "Adonis, please..." There is a subtle change in her voice, it is a little lower and somehow throatier as well. "Get me out of these things...for the sake of all the gods, free me."

"Oh, I don't think that all the gods would be in favor of releasing you." Both hands now are on her ankles just above where the bands are wrapped and stroking the soft skin of her legs under the loose quilted leggings. "Some like Bacchus and Aphrodite would quite approve of this; I suspect that even your Lord of Light has taken advantage of a lovely morsel like you when he found her offered up in tribute." Cassia's eyes widen prettily when your intentions become clear. However, she makes no attempt to protest as you climb onto the bed between her thighs - if anything the moan that escapes her lips is one of desire, not fear or protest.

"The Demon lords who ruled this city had a thing for binding their captive playthings, didn't they?" As you speak your fingers find the quilted garment's drawstring and nimbly untie the knots that holds the leggings tightly around her slender waist. "Do you think these enchanted cords latch onto the first body that climbs onto the mattress, or are they more selective only entrapping the most tender of flesh for their masters?"

"Oh!" Cassia moans softly "I don't know, why does it matter?" She lifts her buttocks helpfully as you slide the leggings down to her spread thighs exposing the dark curls at the junction of her legs and a little of the pink opening as well. With her legs stretched wide to the side the heavy cloth doesn't have much play, but there is easily enough room for what you need.

"I was just wondering what you might have decided to do if I had been the first to stretch out on this bed." Whether it is the image you have painted in her mind or the gentle touch of your fingers on her sex, you can't be sure but Cassia arches up suddenly and her gasp of pleasure so loud you wonder if the beasts of the under city could hear it on the other side of the thick door. While one hand continues its teasing of her wet labia, you turn your attention to the lacing at the top of the gambeson; the quilted armor was designed to fit a variety of sizes and when at last the fastenings are released you find plenty of room to explore her bare skin under the garment. Her eyes closed and her hips rocking in time with your fingering, Cassia is content to allow your endeavors to progress until she feels the warmth of your mouth on her breasts. She makes a final plea for the torment to end.

"Adonis, you have to stop!" The words come out as a whimper and are severely undermined by the way she lifts her torso pressing her tit even deeper into your mouth.

"Would you have stopped?" You grunt into her bosom as you switch to her second breast easily as soft and responsive as the first.

"No."

"What would you have done to your poor captive if it had been me lying on this bed and held securely for your pleasure?" She moans in frustration as you sit up suddenly and tear at your own coverings. But then she gets a wicked gleam in her eye and as you work at stripping away the bulky clothing, she tells you in explicit detail how she'd have stroked you to full stiffness and then used her mouth to tease you until you begged for release. The description is vivid enough that you almost wish it had been you strapped to the bed.

"And would you have finally let me come in your mouth?" You grunt as you pull off the leggings and turn back to the lovely maid as naked as the day you were born.

"I think I'd have straddled your hips and rode you like a wildling rides her mount." The image of a naked Cassia bucking and twisting on your hips with your shaft rising like a pillar into her lithe form was as erotic as anything you've ever pictured but the need to have her is too strong now to try to change the situation. There was just enough room where the pulled down leggings end on her thighs to fit your cock against her lips and with a groan of relief you push into her dripping passageway.