Cassia seductress?

To your immense relief Cassia has revived enough to sit up in the bed, she looks dazed and unsteady but that is not what has you so disturbed. The padded tunic that you had retied over her chest her is once again pulled loose, and Cassia's hand is cupping the exposed breast as she smiles at you invitingly. You try not to read too much into the throaty richness of her voice or the way her eyes watch you like a mouse eying a fat mouse. The same strain that knocked her out after the sun-blast must have shaken her up more than you first guessed.

"Come here, Adonis." She pats the bed by her side, delicately licking her lips as she continues to fondle that perfect orb that you had so recently covered. In spite of your best efforts, a powerful force propels you towards the bed and you struggle to keep your lust from exploding.

"Cassia, what..." The once modest cleric climbs gracefully off the great bed and extends her pale hand to you as you stumble forwards.

"Shhh, Adonis." She stops you with a soft hand on your chest, "You've been a bad boy." As you watch in stunned silence, Cassia strips off the rest of your clothing; loosening the laces and pulling off the layers with a single-minded purpose. She is close enough that you can smell the sweetness of her hair and feel the warmth of her skin as she removes the last of your garments. Only after you are standing completely naked next to the bed does she speak. "I saw you, Adonis." Her tone is firmer now, more confident that you are used to. "I saw you with that demon, I saw you fucking her." Your face flushes with color. Standing naked in front of Cassia should have been enough to make you blush fiercely, but that felt right. It is the memory of your weakness that raises the blood to your cheeks. Before you can stammer out some kind of explanation, Cassia pushes you firmly with both hands.

The strength of her sudden assault takes you by surprise and when the back of your legs hit the bedframe you topple over onto the round mattress sprawling out as you try to recover. To make things worse silver coils snake from the edges of the bed and loop around your wrists and ankles. The cables are made of interlocked silver plates each one maybe half the width of your little finger moving together like the scales of a living creature and if it were not for the fact that they were wrapped firmly around your limbs you'd be fascinated by their beauty. In spite of their intricate construction the chains are as strong as thick cables; a forceful yank followed by frantic kicking results only in a mechanical clicking sound as the chains withdraw back into the bedframe stretching your arms and legs apart.

"Adonis!" Cassia is clearly as alarmed as you by the sudden appearance of these binding coils. "Are you OK?" For the moment at least the brazen stranger is gone and the sweet priestess of Apollo that you have come to admire and depend upon is back. Although she is no longer caressing herself the gaping split in her ripped does nothing to cover that perfect breast and you are finding it impossible to hide the effect on you. She circles the bed apparently concerned that she too could be trapped by the coils, but thankfully ignores the tenting of your padded leggings. The bed must be content with just you as its prey because no more of the coils snake out to grab Cassia's slender arms as she reaches onto the mattress to pull at the coils. You watch as she half climbs onto the bed and tentatively pulls at the end of one of the coils wrapped four times around your wrist. To your relief the same bindings that had resisted your full strength move like ropes of soft clay at Cassia's slightest touch.

"Thank the gods!" You sigh in relief, "get me out of here."