and friends
artwork by menchimenagerie
See the full story (and saucy artwork) by MenchiMenagerie here!
This story is part of a birthday surprise for my friend and artist Menchi. I commissioned the image above for him and then wrote the story as his present.
Millie is the character of The Jaded Entity, with visual design elements by CallMePlisskin.
Evie is my OC, with visual design elements by CallMePlisskin.
Laressa is the character of MenchiMenagerie, the artist of the work above.
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artwork by menchimenagerie
Evie is happy to be by Laressa’s side…so happy, that Laressa can show her off to other prospective clients…anonymously, of course…
My good friend MenchiMenagerie was kind and generous enough to include Evie in his stream image today, and it inspired me to add a little vignette to go with it. See the sexy and explicit version on either of our pages!
Laressa is the character of MenchiMenagerie, the artist of the work above.Evie is my OC, with visual design elements by CallMePlisskin.
Menchi has his own page on my site here: MenchiMenagerie.
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Mrs. Willingsley, a refined and elegant wealthy lady of Greytrade, and a prospective client of Laressa’s, was vacillating.
“I’m just not sure, Laressa. I’m not sure what to expect, and so I’m unsure I’m ready for something like this.”
“I understand,” Laressa replied. “My services are not to be sought out capriciously. And I understand it may be difficult to take my word alone. But I would be taking risks by taking you on as a client, and I expect you to take some risks as well.”
“If only I could perhaps speak with another of your clients, perhaps obtain a testimonial or reference from them…”
“That would be quite inappropriate,” Laressa snapped. “The privacy and confidentiality of my
clients are of utmost importance.” She softened her tone then. “However, I may be able to show you an example of some who are quite satisfied…”
“I would appreciate that, yes,” Mrs. Willingsley nodded, with obvious relief.
Laressa led her across the sitting room to a door leading to one of her many private chambers. The room was very dark but a faint rustling could be heard within.
“Wait here a moment, please, and I will light a lamp.”
Mrs. Willingsely trembled with unease to be left in the near darkness, but then her breath caught in her throat as the lights came up in the room.
Laressa was standing beside a naked blonde woman on her knees, blindfolded and bound tightly with what appeared to be fine silk. The silk was attached about her throat as well, and a long strand flowed up to where Laressa held it in her hand. Behind Laressa, the outline of two other women were visible as they wriggled and dangled completely encased in silk.
“If you are willing to trust me, Mrs. Willingsley, you might enjoy my attentions as much as these lovelies do.”
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For more Evie and Laressa fun, see Menchi’s Page here, and visit him on DeviantArt.
Stories in the Candlelight, pt. 1
Stories in the Candlelight, pt. 2
Coming Soon: The Silken Trap, pt. 2
artwork by menchimenagerie
See the full story (and saucy) artwork by MenchiMenagerie here!
Millie is the character of The Jaded Entity, with visual design elements by CallMePlisskin.
Laressa is the character of MenchiMenagerie, the artist of the work above.
This story and commission were a gift to The Jaded Entity, and follows a story he wrote about Millie and Evie. Unfortunately, I was unable to get his permission to share the story or art for his portion of the exchange, and so sadly their story ends here.
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Evie and Millie were relaxing in the garden of the little cottage Evie had rented for the weekend. Both had enjoyed a decadent lie-in after being up entirely too late the night before, and a simple breakfast on the patio had led directly into lounging in the midday sun.
“I think I could just lie here and bask in the sun all day,” Millie purred.
“An appropriate desire for an adorable kitten, no doubt…” Evie replied without opening her eyes. “But we have big plans for the evening, and an appointment to keep before then…so it’s about time we stop lazing about, and get ourselves cleaned up and dressed.”
“Oh??” Mille inquired, perking up. “What do you have planned for us?”
“We are going out for a nice evening at the home of a friend. He is the ambassador to Varala, and he’s hosting a formal event. He told me to bring a ‘plus-one,’ and I chose you, sweetie.”
“A formal event? With an ambassador?” Millie’s eyes were alive with excitement. “I’ve been to a governor’s ball before, but I’ve never met an ambassador.”
Millie suddenly looked thoughtful. “But I don’t have anything packed to wear to a formal event.”
“You leave that to me,” Evie replied, giving the pretty brunette a wink. “That’s the appointment we have to keep. You’ll need an exquisite full-length gown to wear, so I’m going to take you to Mistress Laressa’s. She’s already been working on a gown that she and I designed especially for you. My treat, of course.”
“Evie, I don’t know what to say…” Millie looked like she wanted to cry and scream with excitement all at the same time. “I’m not sure I deserve something like this..especially after…”
“Sweetie, it makes me happy to spoil you a little. And after that incredible evening you boldly arranged for me? I felt as though I needed a way to express my happiness and gratitude.”
When they arrived at Laressa’s shop, the proprietress escorted them directly back to the private fitting area. “Millie,” she said as she drew back the curtain and gestured toward the plush seating, “this dress might be one of my favorites. Evie came up with a delightful idea and it was a wonderful challenge for me.”
Evie grinned proudly and made herself comfortable in an armchair where she would have a good view of the fitting area. “Only the best for our lovely Millie.”
“What about you, Evie? Are you getting a new dress, too?” Millie asked.
“Mine is that gorgeous blue one on the mannequin over there. Laressa will help me into it when you’re done. It fits so snugly she practically has to sew me into it.” She gave Laressa a wink.
“Oooh!” Millie gasped. “It is gorgeous. And that mannequin…it’s like it has your exact proportions, Evie!”
“Hmmm, I suppose you’re right..it is as if it was moulded over me,” Evie replied. She shot a sly grin toward Laressa, who smirked and winked back.
Soon Laressa emerged from her back room carrying a dress made of a lavender gossamer fabric. It had a subtle sheen to it that seemed to shimmer as it moved in the light.
“All right, Millie,” she called out. “I’ll need you to disrobe for the fitting.”
Millie blushed. “Of course.” She looked around nervously, realizing that Laressa and Evie would both be watching her. She saw Evie cross her legs and sit back into the armchair.
The nervous look on Millie’s face was accompanied by the slightest grin as she removed her sweater and skirt. She placed one foot up on the fitting platform and rolled her striped stockings down. When finished, she stood to face Laressa and clasped her hands demurely before her.
“You’ll need to remove your camisole, dear,” Laressa said softly. “The gown is backless.”
“Oh…oh…ok,” Millie stammered. She slipped it from her shoulders and held one forearm over her bare breasts.
“Panties, too. The dress is a very snug fit and we don’t want panty lines, do we?”
Millie gasped. “I’ll wear it without any underwear?”
“Well of course, dear! I won’t allow anything to come between you and one of my dresses.”
“You’ll love how the silk feels on your bare skin,” Evie offered. “Especially in certain spots.”
Millie’s jaw dropped and she turned a bright red.
Evie just grinned. She was taking a special satisfaction from watching Millie squirm. ‘Just returning the favor, sweetie,’ she thought to herself.
Laressa slipped the dress over Millie’s head and helped her slide her arms into the long sleeves. While Millie stood there practically trembling, Laressa slid the gown down her sides, over her hips, and let the fabric drape around her legs.
“Wowwww!” Evie cried out and clasped one hand against her chest. “You look stunning!”
Millie flashed her a proud grin and looked down at the dress. She could see how the fabric tucked in at all the right places, and stretched to hug all the other places. She stroked her hands down her sides, the sleek feel of the fabric grazing her skin as it shifted under her touch.
She glanced over her shoulder at the open back of the dress, the back neckline plunging almost to the base of her spine. It seemed quite daring to be worn to a fancy event.
She could just see her toes poking out from beneath the hem. Then the slit up the side caught her eye, and she followed it upward from her bare ankle to her bare calf, her bare thigh, and…just how high did this slit go???
Millie realized that she could just glimpse the curve of her lower cheek below where the fabric came back together at her hip. When she walked, surely her rear would peek out. And without underwear??
She looked up at Evie and Laressa again. Surely they didn’t mean for her to show so much skin? The two of them were silent, simply staring at her admiringly.
“But…my rear is half exposed!” Millie hissed at Evie.
“Yes…and it’s a lovely rear, too.”
“But…I can’t…”
“Millie.” said Evie. “Don’t be silly. You’ve got a lovely figure and Laressa’s dress shows it off tastefully–and tantalizingly–at the same time. Trust me, there will be other women there tonight much more exposed, and much less tastefully. You will look confident, elegant and refined.”
Millie took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Ok…I’m trusting you…”
Laressa had been moving gracefully around her, making tiny adjustments as she went. The silken fabric seemed to respond to her fingertips and re-fit itself.
“Evie, your idea for the long sleeves was inspired,” Laressa said. “You can see how they accentuate Millie’s delicate shoulders and pull the underbust area inward.”
“I do see that,” Evie said in a tone that suggested she was appreciating the effect.
“Let’s make sure the front looks good when you pull your arms back, too, Millie. Can you reach behind you with both hands, please?”
“What are the laces on the sleeves for?” Millie asked as she complied. What looked like shoelaces extended from the wristlines of the dress, and eyelets ran along the outer sleeve.
“Ahhh, this is a special feature that was Evie’s idea,” Laressa said. “Let me show you.”
Laressa drew Millie’s wrists together and rapidly began threading the laces through the eyelets–criss crossing from one arm to the other, working her way up to Millie’s elbows.
“Wait…what…what is this?” Millie asked.
“This is my favorite part!” Evie called out. “Laressa thought so, too!”
Millie’s initial confusion gave way to understanding, and then acceptance that Evie had played her well. “Evie! I should have known there was a catch to this gift.”
“You’re going to look so lovely on my arm tonight…and all eyes will be on you when I lead you into the party.”
“What?? I’m going to walk in like this?”
“Why of course, sweetie! You’re MY plus one…I have to make sure everyone knows it!”
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Rithian Girls provide unusual challenges in recruiting sacrifices for The Ancient Ones
Olkoth stared into his flagon of ale and tried to rub the tension headache from his temples. The bubbles and foam in his ale reminded him of the nebulous primordial realm in which his master resided, and he wished that he was there now, by his masters’ side. The task his master had given him ages ago was taking all his patience and will to complete.
He looked at the open ledger before him. Only fifteen names were listed, and he was expected to recruit twenty nubile new followers for his master before he could return to his master’s side. Even worse, the fifteen he had already sent through to his masters’ realm had all proved rather unworthy. The next one needed to be special.
Recruiting worthy followers on this world was difficult in the best circumstances. It was difficult finding young women who were willing to pledge their bodies and souls to an unknown fate with a ruthless deity. After days of having their flesh violated by monster after horrific monster, those found worthy would spend eternity as the shared concubines of his master and his fellow celestial entities. Those who were not found worthy–well he didn’t like to think about those.
Things had been different since he had arrived in Rith. Oh, recruiting was still challenging for him. It was just challenging in a different way.
He looked up as a perky young blonde slid into the opposite bench of his booth. She was quite pretty, had a healthy, youthful and athletic body, a lovely smile, and had pale greenish-blue eyes of a color he’d never seen before. She carried a confidence he’d seen in many Rithian girls.
“Hi! Are you Olkoth, the recruiter?” she asked, a sparkle in her eyes.
“I am. What may I do for you?” he replied. He already knew where this was going.
“I heard about your master, and I think I’d like to be considered to serve him,” she said cheerily.
“I see. And are you certain that is what you really want–or are you just looking to be fucked by a tentacle monster?”
The pretty blonde looked surprised. “I…uh…no! I mean…yes! I uh…yes, I’m certain.”
“Do tell,” Olkoth sighed wearily. “Thank you for your interest in my master. Unfortunately I am unable to extend an offer of enslavement at this time. Best luck to you in your future servitude.”
He watched as the blonde’s face changed to a disappointed frown, then a frustrated pout. Then he watched her stomp away rather immaturely. He sighed again. Then he pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes, and shook his head. That was the third one this week.
Olkoth slowly became aware of a change in the atmosphere…and the smell of…strawberries?
He looked up and saw a gorgeous golden-haired woman seated across from him. Her eyes were of a bright blue he’d only seen in the cosmic flames of the eternal supernova of Nyctelios. And her sun-kissed flesh was in a shape somewhat fuller and curvier than the last girl.
“Hello,” she said in a calm measured tone.
“You are very stealthy,” he replied.
“It’s my job to be stealthy. I hear you are a recruiter of sorts.”
The juvenile lust-smitten grin fell away from Olkoth’s features. “Oh. Let me guess. You want to be fucked by a tentacle monster, too.”
“Tentacle monster?” she asked, looking bored. “Pffft!! Please. Been there, done that.”
“Oh?” Olkoth’s grin was making a resurgence. “I suppose, then, you’re aware that what you’re inquiring about requires a lifetime of sexual servitude to the Elder Gods?”
The blonde stared at him with those plasma blue eyes for a moment. “I sense that’s some sort of test?” she asked. “Because the Elder Gods are a little tame for my tastes. I’m seeking something a little spicier and more decadent than those benign do-gooders.”
‘Now we’re getting somewhere,’ Olkoth thought. “You are correct, that was a test. As you seem to know, I serve one of the Outer Gods, the true Great Old Ones. And you are also correct, that their tastes do run a little more…’spicy,’ I think you called it?”
“Well, I’m not interested in pledging my body and soul to just any run-of-the-mill deity.”
Olkoth swallowed hard. Time to close the deal. “You understand that service comes at a great cost…your flesh is to be offered as tribute for the pleasure of my master–and his peers.”
“I do indeed understand,” she said with a somber nod. “To fulfill my destiny, I must stand in the presence of your master, and…achieve physical communion with him.”
“I know of none who would survive such a physical interaction,” Olkoth said. And what a shame to see that incredible body consumed in a flare of brimstone.
“If that is my fate, that I die at the hands of your master, I shall consider it his divine will.”
Olkoth blinked rapidly, his breathing quickening. “And you should also know, that upon entry to my master’s realm, you must first endure the pantheon of horrors that stand between you and his godly presence?”
“Doing so will put me in the proper state of mind to meet our master.”
Olkoth realized he had found a true believer. But against his better judgment, he decided to risk the wrath of his master with a selfish ploy to taste this magnificent creature for himself.
“Then of course you also know, I must personally see to your worthiness before I can send you to my master’s realm.”
“I would expect no less,” the woman replied with a level stare.
Olkoth decided to go for broke. “You would consent to spend several days in servitude to me, collared and shackled, performing many unsavory tasks, satisfying my every desire and whim?”
“I will do all that is commanded of me, and then more, in order to seek your approval.”
“Sign here, please,” Olkoth said quickly, and pushed the ledger across the table with trembling fingers. His heart raced as he watched her write her name with a flourish.
“Evie,” he read, turning the ledger to face him. “No last name?”
“None that you need know,” she replied.
“Very well then,” he replied, getting to his feet. “There is a castle just up the road where we may begin your…indoctrination. It is small, but the subterranean levels are well appointed.”
“Please lead me,” she replied as she stood beside him. “I am yours to command.”
“I’ll um…need you to turn and place your hands behind you. It’s a, uh…symbolic measure that I take you there already bound.” Willing or not, Olkoth wasn’t letting this one get away.
“I understand,” she replied. “Oh, and by the way…that wasn’t a ‘no’ on the tentacle monster.”
~~~the end?~~~
artwork by menchimenagerie
Long before Evie ever called Laressa ‘Mistress,’ they had a more adversarial relationship…that of hunter and prey. But just who was the hunter, and who was the prey?
Laressa is the character of MenchiMenagerie.
See the full image and read Part 1 of ‘The Silken Trap.’
Here’s an excerpt:
I had to admit that I was a little surprised at my quarry’s first touch. I was prepared for an attack, a strike meant to incapacitate or shock me. But the first touch was light and sensual, and sudden…I didn’t realize the predator was even there yet–there were no footsteps, no movement from the mouth of the alley, nor from deeper within.
That first disconcerting touch was followed by a warm body pressing against my back and firmly pinning me to the wall. The form leaning into mine felt incredibly strong yet pleasantly soft.
Then came the hot breath on my shoulder and a sweet heady scent, followed by the soft sensual voice of a woman. “Such a darling little fly, I will have so much fun with you.”
The voice was at once seductive and inviting, yet condescending and taunting all at once. It was the tone of a predator confident that their prey was already defeated and helpless.
I was tempted to spring my trap right then, but instinct and training both told me to wait, draw her in a little more. There was far too much unknown here…how she was able to approach me unnoticed…why she was so strong…and her intriguingly seductive manner.
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See Part 1 of ‘The Silken Trap.’
artwork by callmeplisskin
Will uncovers a secret about Evie and uses it to his advantage
This sexy artwork was completed by my friend CallMePlissken a little over a year ago as a birthday gift for me, which sparked me to write this story of a sexy and romantic interlude between Evie and Will–but for some reason I never put on my site!
Here’s an excerpt: you can read the full story on my site here: Sparks and Spanks
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The soft glow sneaking around the dark window shades stirred me from a deep and satisfying slumber. The luxurious bedding in which I was nestled had kept my body so warm that I slept peacefully, and the silky feel of fine sheets against naked skin caressed me the few times I moved.
The body heat of the handsome man under the sheets with me certainly contributed to the warmth, and his hand resting on my hip cradled me in much the same way as the down-filled bedding. His presence was the best reason of all to ignore the pre-dawn glow in the room.
The opportunity to sleep in fine bedding was a rare pleasure; the opportunity to sleep late was a luxury even more rare. To sleep peacefully, unarmed, and with a man I both loved and trusted was more than my younger self would have dared dream.
To do so after a night of sex and passion that was both amorous and carnal, intimate and adventurous–well damn. I might never leave this room.
The glow in the room was becoming too bright to ignore though, and I regretfully raised my eyelids to let it in. When my eyes began to focus I saw Will propped on one elbow looking down at me. Any regrets about opening my eyes vanished.
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Read the full story on my site here: Sparks and Spanks
artwork by menchimenagerie
Millie is the character of The Jaded Entity and Laressa is the character of MenchiMenagerie and appear with their permission.
Recently I commissioned my good friend and artist/author Menchi for a two-part tale of an encounter between Evie and The Jaded Entity’s Millie–an evening during which his character Laressa ‘drops in.’
See Part 1 of ‘Stories in the Candlelight.’
See Part 2 of ‘Stories in the Candlelight.’
Here’s an excerpt:
I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan as the fingertips traced ever so slowly between my thighs, tantalizing as they moved further under my dress. The touch was delicate but deliberate, leaving no doubt that its owner was in control–that I was under their control.
My mind told me that the touch was familiar, that I knew who this was behind me. The whispers had stopped, and my head was clearing as I realized my chin was no longer in their grip.
Instead, those fingertips were tracing down my neck, over my collarbone, and down my chest. They deftly slipped under the fabric of my dress and traced across my upper breast. They danced teasingly around, brushing close enough to my areolas to make my nipples respond, without making any satisfying connection.
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See Part 1 of ‘Stories in the Candlelight.’
See Part 2 of ‘Stories in the Candlelight.’
artwork by menchimenagerie
Millie is the character of The Jaded Entity and Laressa is the character of MenchiMenagerie and appear with their permission.
Recently I commissioned my good friend and artist/author Menchi for a two-part tale of an encounter between Evie and The Jaded Entity’s Millie–an evening during which his character Laressa ‘drops in.’
See Part 1 of ‘Stories in the Candlelight.’
Here’s an excerpt:
By candlelight in the bedroom, I was taking my time with Millie, making her feel just a little more helpless with each added restraint. I was cautious, not wanting to get ahead of myself, taking care to avoid binding her in too strenuous a position or overwhelm her too quickly.
I listened closely to the delightful little gasps and squeaks as I cinched ankles, knees, wrists and elbows together. At each stage, I encouraged her to wriggle and test her ropes to make sure they felt satisfyingly snug without pinching or pulling.
I may have also encouraged her to wriggle because she looked so delicious doing it. It was taking all my willpower not to pull off all her clothes and indulge my own desires. That would be a mistake; she had put a lot of faith in me, putting herself in my hands, and I didn’t want to betray that trust.
Instead, I simply tugged her top down over her shoulders and uncovered just enough of her breasts and back to make her feel a little vulnerable and exposed. I did the same with the hem of her skirt, exposing her pert little bottom (and suppressing my urge to smack or pinch it!).
“How does that feel, sweetie?” I asked softly, hesitant to disturb the quiet tension in the room.
Millie gave some more test wriggles, rolling to one side, and tucking her knees to her chest. “It feels really good, Evie. I wouldn’t mind being a little more restrained…I want to feel like I really can’t move or escape.”
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See Part 1 of ‘Stories in the Candlelight.’
story by KatieD in response to Wyland. Read his tale first HERE.
Back in January my good friend and fellow writer Wyland scribed a little tale about his characters Prim and Tia ambushing my Evie and having a little fun/taking a few liberties with her in A Friendly Meeting Tale.
Evie, of course could not let that go unaddressed. She did decide to bide her time and dish out her ‘turnabout’ cold…(and not at all because I got busy and couldn’t finish the story in a timely manner).
Whatever the reasons…enjoy Evie’s ‘Turnabout is Fair(Fore?)Play.’
BUT BE SURE TO READ WYLAND’S TALE HERE FIRST…not only is it important to have ‘PART 1‘ context first, but it’s a quick fun and sexy romp with (blatant teaser) Evie dressed up and treated like their girl-pony, “Honeydew Sparkles.”
Evie’s response includes more descriptions of the events of Part 1, then details Evie’s attempt at giving Prim and Tia their comeuppance. Of course no one can ever really ‘get ahead’ with Prim…
NOTE: This is ‘part 2’ of a tale started by my good friend Wyland, strongly recommend you read PART 1 HERE first!
The pub remained quiet for a moment as the ranger and her two gnome friends fell face-first onto their table. Then the place exploded with applause and laughter. The bartender turned to a chalkboard and added three new hash-marks to the twenty-some that were already there.
A few moments later, three curious young locals stood and wandered over to their table, looks on their faces that indicated nefarious thoughts were overpowering whatever self-restraint they had in their feeble minds. Each moved behind one of the slumped figures, prepared to grab or grope or whatever other ill-intentioned impulses they were following.
Suddenly a throwing knife sailed between two of them and embedded itself in the tabletop between the heads of the comatose cuties.
The three turned in the direction of its origin, to see a beautiful curvy blonde with another throwing knife in a lifted arm, poised to be launched. Beside her was an equally beautiful yet somehow curvier blonde with a nocked arrow drawn and ready to let fly.
“The way you’re aiming that arrow,” the first blonde said to the other, loudly enough for the men to hear, “you’re going to miss his heart and hit him in the crotch.”
“Is there a reason you’re stating the obvious?” the second replied.
The three men, their courage coming more from their drinks than their nature, slowly backed away and sat down. They chose to remain focused on studying the insides of their ale mugs.
The two blonde women made their way to their friends’ table. “This was an utterly predictable outcome,” sighed the archer as she slung her bow.
“And yet, would any of them have acted differently if we had warned them?” the other grinned.
“You get the gnomes, I’ll get Aly.”
“I got the gnomes last time. And Tia snarls in her sleep.”
“Ok, but if Aly pukes down your back, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
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Upstairs, in a rented room of the inn, the blonde women looked down on the sleeping trio. They had gently laid them side by side in the double bed so they could sleep off what was sure to be a very painful morning.
“They look so cute and peaceful like that, don’t they?” the archer asked. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“That they needlessly put themselves in danger without backup, and yet, other than an epic hangover, they’ll not learn anything from it?” replied her blue-eyed companion.
“Not in so many words,” the green-eyed beauty replied. “Seriously, why so many words? Who the hell writes your dialogue?”
Her companion only stuck out her tongue by way of response. Then the two of them got to work preparing a lesson the three sleeping cuties would not soon forget.
They doubted it would do anything to change their ways, but at least they’d not soon forget.
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The window was high on the wall, so it was very late morning before the rays of sun reached the faces of the sleeping trio.
The flame-haired gnome stirred first, opening one eye painfully, only to notice her face pressed against a generous naked breast. “Who..?” she began.
Her green-haired friend, positioned toward her but with her face pressed into a matching generous breast, replied, “What..?”
The owner of said breasts, lying on her back, also stirred. Looking past the shocks of green and red hair partially covering her naked chest, she looked about the unfamiliar room. “Where..?” If she wasn’t mistaken, she was completely naked–as were the two lean bodies pressed against hers. “When did…”
The flame-haired gnome tried to sit up, but found that her arms were wrapped around the abdomen of the blonde ranger she was lying upon…and her wrists were bound on the opposite side of the girl’s body! “How..?”
Squirming hands against her own chest told her that her friend’s hands were bound on her side of the ranger’s body…which meant her own hands were…
“Why, Prim, stop that!” Tia cried. “This is neither the time nor the place!”
“Frightfully sorry, Hot-Tits,” she replied sweetly. “I had no idea whatsoever where my hands had gone to. Most unfortunate.”
Further wriggling led them to realize that not only were their hands bound around the ranger’s body, but Aly’s arms were similarly bound–holding her arms in place while she gave both gnomes a tight hug. All three of their bodies were held tightly together by the others’ encircling limbs.
Even further squirming led them to discover their legs similarly entangled, with each’s ankles bound to at least two others!
“Prim! Would you stop moving your hands like that!”
“So extremely sorry, Hot-Tits…I am merely trying to accomplish our escape.”
“Right. That explains why it is taking three times as long as usual.”
“Well, it is most certainly not my fault if your delightful form is interfering with my hands’ ability to–”
“Ummm…” Aly said. “I’m not sure how or why we ended up like this…but we must have had some crazy kinky fun?? Hopefully?” Her cheeks flushed brightly. “But I do have one question…”
“What?” Tia grumped.
“Do tell, Starlet Slut!” Prim piped in.
Biting her lip, Aly asked, “Did you happen to leave a blank panel on that goblet?”
KatieD 