Yasha

Stepping into one of the high towers of your castle, the sound of squelching flesh and rasping moans greets your ears, the door swings open before you and the sight that greets your eyes is enjoyable in the inventiveness your minions put into the presentation of the Aasimar Barbarian.

Yasha had been chained to the wall by her wrists, more loops of chain wrapped tightly around her torso, forcing her larger breasts to bulge out obscenely. The wings Aasimar were able to manifest had been altered by you to be true wings in a physical sense. In a fit of true cruelty, your minions had plucked Yasha’s wings, the raw flesh beneath exposed to the rough stone of the tower wall.

Meanwhile, both of Yasha’s swords had been enchanted, the hilt of each sword was now pumping in and out of the Barbarian’s ass and cunt, causing unceasing pleasure and pain combined.