AToHA, Interrogation

While the rest of the camp celebrated, Elliandri stood in Legault's tent, her prisoner restrained to a support beam. She worked out that the woman's name was Trika, but further communication via talking would likely get them nowhere. Fortunately for Elliandri, she had other, more intimate means to communicate with Trika. The mage just had to make sure her prisoner would be cooperative in her efforts. Elliandri retrieved her "special" staff and approached Trika, her hand glowing with magical energy. While the women-of-the-camp would swear that the rod was magical, it was, in fact, quite ordinary. Elliandri gently placed her glowing hand on Trika's cheek, who stood shaking nervously at what her captor might have planned for her.

To Trika's surprise, what she felt, was a gentle warmth as her mind slowly connected to what she could only assume was Elliandri's. Instead of words, the two of them would communicate through emotion and memory, as Elliandri probed, searching for the woman's true intents. Elliandri brought the head of her staff down between Trika's legs, softly rubbing the phallic rod against the woman's vulva. As the mage worked, Trika relaxed more as she felt Elliandri's warmth envelop her. The chained creature allowed her captor to delve deeper into her more private memories as she bore witness to Elliandri and her innermost feelings and thoughts. Elliandri was careful in what she divulged but understood that she'd have to reveal herself to gain the trust of who would likely become her newest friend and lover.

Elliandri's interrogation, while gentle, was quite effective as she managed to determine with confidence that her prisoner was not her enemy, just an innocent civilian trying looking to run away. Only one issue remained as Elliandri noticed her staff had become slick with Trika's wetness, and her captive's eyes almost begged for Elliandri to take her. After such an intimate moment and the gentle treatment she'd received, Trika found herself smitten with the elf that stood before her. It was a look Elliandri was familiar with and one she was glad to see as she slid out of her dress, revealing her pale, naked body.

Elliandri returned to her prisoner unarmed but with a throbbing erection that she intended to bury inside her new acquaintance. She embraced Trika, who offered no resistance as the elf groped her body. Trika let out a soft moan, a moan which informed Elliandri that her prisoner wanted her inside. The elf obliged as she gently slid her stiffness into the snug warmth of Trika's womanhood. Elliandri gently swayed her hips to and fro as Trika wrapped her legs around the elf, encouraging her to go deeper. The mage figured now was as good of a time as any as she reached past Trika to unshackle her. Trika rewarded her with sensuous hands, gently feeling the elf's soft body as Elliandri now held Trika in her arms. As a sign of trust, Elliandri lowered herself to a nearby chair, allowing Trika to take the reigns and pleasure herself on top of the elf. 

Trika took control as she began to grind on the elf's stiff member, her body rubbing against Elliandri's. The pair could only take so much before Trika's aching womanhood tightened around Elliandri's thick phallus. Elliandri let out a lustful moan as she filled Trika with her sticky seed. The two, not yet finished, continued as Elliandri retook control, holding Trika tightly as she slammed her hips against her captive's. The chair fell from under them, resulting in the pair lying on the floor, undeterred as Elliandri desperately thrust into Trika. A needy moan escaped Trika's lips as she trembled under Elliandri's sexual prowess. Elliandri let out soft, breathy gasps as she maintained her pace, bringing her and her new lover to orgasm again.

Elliandri sat Trika on the bed and began working the woman's vulva with her tongue, allowing her meaty scepter a moment to recover. Strained pants came from Trika as the elf's tongue stimulated her clitoris. Unable to take any more, Trika forced Elliandri on her back, inserting the elf's erection greedily between her sopping labia. It wasn't long before Trika's humping ceased, and she shuddered at the sensation of yet another climax. The woman's debauched expression made Elliandri's beleaguered rod erupt in an explosive orgasm. Winded, Elliandri knew she had one last load in her as she took command of Trika's hungry womanhood. Elliandri's nether regions were a sticky mess of erotic fluids as she pounded Trika from behind. Trika would go from being on all fours to lying prone, trembling as Elliandri's relentless thrusts brought the woman to one last orgasm. For her final climax, Elliandri pulled out, painting Trika's backside with her thick fluid before collapsing to the floor in an exhausted heap.

Legault arrived at his tent, carrying a beautiful maiden, to find it a mess with Elliandri snuggling Trika in the middle of it. Elliandri, noticing his presence, gave him a reassuring thumbs up as she gently caressed her prisoner. Legault stifled a laugh as he turned to leave. He'd pleasure his prize somewhere else this evening. Geiselle would not return that night as a small contingent of naughty maidens snatched her up and spent the whole night taking turns pleasuring themselves with the squire.