"Do you have a rope?"

"I, ah, do," she answers, a suspicious glimmer appearing in her eye.

"Then bring that out first. If I see anything else..." you leave the threat open-ended. She nods. Warily you release the Whip of the Dom, letting the bard's body free. As it unwraps from her chest, those massive orbs begin a new dance. Her hand disappears into her inventory, then comes out with the rope. You nod. "Now pull out the...three health potions. But set them down." She does so obediently. "Now make an M with your legs and grab your ankles." She's almost too eager to obey this instruction. She really is your willing sub; what a wonderful ability you have!

You lift the rope and begin tying your first masterpiece. The art comes to you as readily as using the whips, and soon you have her body bound securely and erotically, the ropes pulled just taut enough to press and rub against her soft skin. That accomplished, you upend one of the potions into her mouth. She swallows it, trying not to **** as you pour it far too fast, and her HP bar shoots back up to half.

"Now, we can continue." You bring your Lust Whip out once more, and starting from her nipples work your way down to her clitoris. When that sensitive nub receives its first snap, her whole body jumps against the bindings and a burst of fluid jets from her nether lips. The reaction is so adorable you have to repeat it several times. At the fifth one, a small ding sounds in your head.

*Status condition caused: Rolling Orgasm*

The woman shakes and trembles, her entire body convulsing, straining against its hemp prison. Despite your minor confusion, you can't pass up this opportunity: you strike several more times at all her most sensitive places, drawing out the climax as long as possible. After several minutes she finally collapses to the ground, a panting, drooling mess.

'Oh. My. Archfiend. That was amazing.'

How you've held it in so long you'll never know, but you need to be in that girl now. You flip her onto her stomach, line yourself up at her sloppy, wet entrance, and shove your dick into her more-than-ready cunt all the way to the base. It feels like absolute paradise, the folds superheated, soaked, and still twitching around you. You don't even bother with restraint, humping her with all the lust you've been building watching her sexy body squirm beneath your whip.

"'salriiiight," she slurs dreamily. "Y'don'...don' haf ta. I'm alre...read'. Dun' need fingers."

With catastrophic timing, it's that moment you climax. You look up at her in complete shock at the comment even as you pump your seed into her. She looks back at you, perplexed by what she's feeling, and then sees how you're positioned. "Whu... Wait. Tha's it?" she asks, a bit of lucidity returning to her voice.

"Um... uh..." you flounder.

"I's supposta be huge! Like a' arm! An' go for hours and hours, flooding my womb un'il I look eight months pregnant!" Her voice grew more and more clear the longer she spoke. You wish it didn't.

"Geez, an' after such a good job with the whip... I mean, that had ta be the hardest I ever..." She's talking to herself now, like you and your finger don't even exist. On the other hand, that formal "dueler of demons" speech she had has given way to an accent you find incredibly cute.