Final embellishments

Evellyn is about to turn and make her escape, when certain thoughts start to cross her mind. If the original intent was to make a spectacle of Evellyn, them by the goddess she’ll make sure to repay the favor and establish her dominance. Twice the pride and double the fall, as you might’ve jested if you were there, never one to miss an opportunity to bestow a lesson in the interplay of humility and humiliation on your beaten adversaries. Evellyn has absorbed these lessons well through personal experience. Charlene’s unlikely to gossip about this humbling, openly admitting her courtly rival had trussed her up naked like a roasted turkey after wrestling and spanking her into submission.

Charlene could use a couple final touches to really drive the point home though, Evellyn thinks to herself. She darts back into the tent and looks around the various chests and such, quickly finding the various sexual inplements she expected to - Evellyn does not have a high opinion of Charlene’s chasteness and has been proven correct; it would not shock her if this woodland picnic is a sex party of sorts, which makes her all the happier to have escaped.

She returns to Charlene, who’s begun to regain her wits and started to struggle against her bondage. Evellyn leans over in between her legs and takes some lipstick from the tent to write some commentary across her rival’s torso: Noble slut, big milkers and open season, among other things.

She next brandishes a long, slender pink dildo she discovered in a chest. Charlene’s eyes widen in trepidation as she spots the implement. Evellyn may have been robbed of her trusty sword but she will improvise a blade if need be. Evellyn teasingly traces the object down Charlene’s stomach, before gently inserting it into the awaiting embrace of her cunny. Audible moans filter through the noblewoman’s gag, falteringly and in spite of dogged resistance at first, but gradually giving in to the abasement. Evellyn quietly draws on her own experiences and preferences to initiate a short bout of rythmic stimulation, before a great shudder and muffled groan indicate her work is at an end, as does the glistening liquid surrounding the dildo.

Evellyn shakes her hands with a slight scoff of disdain, and steps back, leaving the phallic object inserted like a plug. Perhaps it might yield some pleasure to whoever next comes across the scene. ”You do organize the best parties, Lady Wakefield, they’re always so intimate.. and stimulating.” Evellyn give the base of the dildo a final tap, sending it wobbling and eliciting a low after-moan.

It is only then Evellyn glances down and is reminded she hadnt gotten dressed yet, and performed these activities in the buff.