Chapter 8

What do you see?

A Woman in all her glory

As her lower half is unveiled to you your heart quickens, the glyphs entwined around your manhood pulsing and writhing threatening to make you wriggle and moan. You bear witness to her bare sex, smooth and moist, the smell of the lavender oils she bathed in so much richer this close to her soft silken skin.

Morrigan draws you forward like a pet on an unseen leash a hair away from the goal she presented. Your eyes caressing the elegant tattoos that escaped up the left of her hip and scrawled around that perfect navel. "Show me youre worthy of pleasing a woman and maybe I wont whore you out to the local barracks commander." The threat to have you tossed amidst lonely soldiers in your current form puts you firmly in the ice grip of fear...