3 comments/ 14948 views/ 2 favorites Eladrin Princess By: DungeonMaster87 Shanoas' story. Authors' notes: This story is based on a dear friends' character in a fantasy game called Dungeons and Dragons in which she plays an Eladrin Sorceror. During the course of the games I wrote up the combat encounters as a log of the parties' adventure together. The woman who created 'Shanoa' as her player character read and enjoyed the way I write and asked if I would consider an adult version of events. So aside from the main story and secretly from the rest of the group, based on long conversations we had about her characters' backstory, her own personal fantasies and desires I decided to write them up as a separate tale. The major theme of this fantasy story is BDSM, something I have recently turned my attention to and a major turn on for my friend in her own personal life. A word of warning to readers, this story contains some taboo subjects such as bondage, whips, chains, ropes, choking and a large part later on is 'forced' play, however it does not contain any bodily waste, piercing or blood. This is the prequel to the actual adventure but I can either (depending on feedback) post the combat/non-erotic part elsewhere on this site with a link or I'll put a brief synopsis of how the party jumped to the next place. For the guidelines of Literotica.com everyone in this story involved sexually in any way shape or form is over 18 years of age or the equivalent for their race/species. Thank you for reading and feedback you would like to leave. ***** Part One. Being the daughter of Eladrin Duke Ethradi Elhromane, Shanoa had certain expectations put upon her from an early age; wed into a good noble family, study hard at the academy and represent her family with pride. Shanoas father led the Kings Guard and defended the city of Mithrendian bravely, his family where at the top tier of the Kings inner circle and were given certain liberties due to their station. The finest foods and wines delivered daily, the best teachers and facilities opened to his children and the honour of riding at the Kings side into battles, when they had them. The city had been at peace for a generation, her father last fought in the Battle of the Wastes some 80 years before. On his return he had met Shanoas mother Mitharia. Her mother worked the royal stables and tended Ethradis' wounded horse back to health with her tender care after the war was over. They were married within the year and she bore a daughter for him, Shanoa, hair blonde like her father and eyes a brilliant violet like her mothers. Soon Mitharia managed the royal stables and taught Shanoa how to ride very early in her childhood. When her mother passed away Shanoa was 70 years old, barely of age in Eladrin years, she had no role model to guide her as she blossomed into womanhood and no compass to help her with the changes she was going through. She became reclusive and shy throwing herself into her work. Her studies at the academy were heavily focused on the Arcane Arts, splintered wands and dusty tomes became all she carried with her most days. She struggled to wield a wand and spell book effectively, the mistress of her school, a cruel woman named Lady Taliahan, had often forced Shanoa to study long into the night to perfect wand technique and chanting. As she grew older Shanoa began to realise she could feel the magic inside her, as she cast spells they felt more as though they came from her hand than the stick of wood between her fingers. She daren't ask the mistress what this meant for fear of punishment, so she decided to ask one of her most trusted teachers about the sensations she felt when she cast spells. She ventures into the academy one evening and knocks on the instructors' door. There is no answer. "Sir?" she whispers, poking her head into the classroom. "Sir Fael are you here?" She hears a noise coming from behind a door at the back of the room. She creeps slowly to the small wooden door and presses her ear against it. She hears a woman's muffled scream and what she quickly recognises as a riding crop whipping through the air. The sound of leather on flesh permeates the thin door and the resulting moan rings in Shanoas' ears. Panicked she bursts into the room to stop the assault, finding herself face to face with her teacher standing naked before her a bull whip in his left hand and the riding crop she heard in the other. "Shanoa?!" he gasps covering himself poorly. Shanoa looks past him to find the sound of the screaming. She sees a female body bound and gagged, bruises on her chest and tied to a table. Her legs covered with rope are spread apart displaying her glistening sex, a plank between her arms pushing into her back arching her backwards, her head of long auburn hair flowing down behind her. Sir Fael rushes to release his captive victim. "Shanoa I know you must be confused right now," he begins to explain, "But this isn't as bad as it looks." He loosens the bonds freeing the woman from the table. She raises her head looking at Sir Fael with confusion, she catches the eye of Shanoa and her eyes widen. Shanoa suddenly realises who the woman is, Lady Taliahan. She almost didn't recognise her without her signature tight buns in her hair and crop under her arm. Shanoa realises what Sir Fael is holding in his hand and falls backwards against the door. "Shanoa just wait," pleads her once most trusted teacher. Lady Taliahan wriggles free of the table and pulls the gag from her mouth. "What are you doing in here!?" she screams. "You will be sorry for just barging into a room like that." "I...I'm sor..." stutters Shanoa. "I thought you were in danger Ma'am." "Don't worry Shanoa." Sir Fael says softly, "You aren't in trouble we just need to explain what you saw here. I don't want you thinking I was hurting Olani... Lady Taliahan "Explain?!" yells Olani furiously, "We will not explain anything to this pervert. She was watching us!" "I wasn't!" swears Shanoa, "I wanted to help." She fumbles for the handle of the door as Lady Taliahan climbs down from the table and snatches the whip from Sir Faels' hand. "You will not tell a soul what you saw here!" continues Olani, "I will make sure of that." Bearing down on the young Eladrin she raises her whip, Sir Fael steps between them and takes the lash of the crop across his chest. He drops to one knee as Olani stops her march to Shanoa. "What are you doing Jamian?" she scolds pushing past him. Shanoa releases the door and falls into the classroom. Shuffling on her back she moves away from the approaching Mistress. She feels an energy build up inside her, instinctively she closes her eyes and raises her hands. She feels the heat of flame erupt from her fingertips. She hears a piercing scream in front of her. "Olani?!" shouts Sir Faels voice. "Shit the building is on fire!" his voice fades as Shanoa blacks out, drained of energy. ***** The Elders spent many days debating what could be done with the sorceress that burned down part of the academy with a single spell. Phrases such as 'bad omen' and 'the ruin of us all' were batted back and forth. Shanoa had spent the best part of the week locked away in a tower at the royal palace, waiting for the Councils' verdict. Never once was she summoned to state her defence, to tell them what really happened. Perhaps Lady Taliahan span enough falsehood that Shanoas word was not to be trusted. Finally her father entered her room in the tower, she ran to hug him and he wrapped his arms around her tightly as he let go she looked up at his face. She barely saw her father as it was and this last week looked as though it had taken a lot out of him. His eyes looks weary and his usually swept back blonde hair slightly bedraggled across his brow. "Father thank Corellon!" she sobs. "I have to tell you the..." "The Council have reached a decision." He interjects with a stony expression. "But I haven't told them what happened!" cries Shanoa outraged. "It is too late." Her father says looking at his daughter. "You... you are to remain here in the tower." "Until when?" she asks fearing his response. "You are to stay here until you can control your powers and are old enough to be Wed." he starts "FATHER! You can't let them do thi..." "Let me finish butterfly." Her father speaks softly, "You gravely wounded the Mistress of the academy but she insisted it was an accident on your part. She recommended as a security measure you are to be trained by a great sorcerer from another kingdom, he will help you control your powers and once you have them under control the King has announced you will be married to the Prince Regent himself." "I cannot be expected to stay locked in here for twenty-five years father." Shanoa exclaims before she processes the whole of what her father told her, "The Prince wishes to marry me?" "Yes butterfly," he smiles, "You are becoming a beautiful young woman and I know becoming a princess would have made your mother so proud. Twenty-five years is a blink of an eye to an Eladrin my child and you will not be locked in here entirely, you may visit the stables on occasion." Weeks past as Shanoa slept, studied and ate in her tower. As she ran out of magical material to read she read everything else available, learning of other kingdoms, far off adventures of noble knights and powerful conjurors. She looked out over the land from her balcony one morning, at the stables below and the rolling green hills to the west. To the east, a great sea, vast and deepest blue on the clearest of days she can see islands far in the distance. She yearned to see those places she had only read about in her books. A knock on the door is immediately followed by the rattling of keys. She quickly realises she is nude and covers herself with the drapes around the balcony door. A guard walks in with a young blonde Eladrin male dressed in fine emerald robes. Spotting the barely covered princess to be the guard turns his back. "Beggin your pardon ma'am" he starts, "May I present Sir Erevan Gladomain. Your teacher of sorcery." Without turning to bow he leaves the room and locks it behind him. An uncomfortable silence falls upon the two left in the room. Shanoa extends a hand towards the young male. He makes towards her to shake it. "My robes!" she yells pointing behind him at her bed. "Pass me... my robes." "Oh! S... Sorry Lady Elthromane." He stammers grasping at the crimson gown upon the bed. He averts his eyes as her passes them to the naked noble girl. Shanoa fumbles with the drapes and her robes, trying and failing to keep herself covered. "Could you... could you turn around?!" she demands. Erevan opens his eyes to reply and gawps at her slender body. "NOW!" she screams jolting him back to reality. With a bow he whips around and stares at his feet. Shanoa finishes dressing and sits down at her vanity table, brushing her hair she looks at her new teacher in the mirror. "You're very young for a Master Sorcerer." She observes flustered. "Erevan was it?" "Yes my lady." He nods still looking at his feet. "I was trained as a..." "You may turn around now." She interrupts. "What? Oh yes sorry." He mumbles turning to face his student. "Do continue." Shanoa yawns brushing her long blonde hair. Erevan clears his throat and continues, "As I said I trained as a sorcerer for the last thirty years, the most gifted in my class by a long way and a controller of tier four spell craft." "There is no tier four." Corrects Shanoa. "Mortal beings can in rare cases control up to tier three arcana, and that includes long rituals and multiple mages working in unison." Erevan lowers a pack from his back and removes a large leather bound book from its depths. "Then you have a lot to learn my lady. Todays' lesson." He announces. "Read this." Shanoa spent the rest of the day reading through the 'Arcana: The Hidden Depths' volume one. Talking through passages with Erevan she began to emerge from her shell. They talked for hours, she hadn't spoken to someone her age for a long time. Many of her classmates saw her differently as the daughter of a Duke and generally her own reclusive nature had kept them at bay. They spoke about places Erevan had visited as a master sorcerer, famous people and royalty Shanoa had feasted with and what they dreamed to do next. Erevan wanted to open an academy of his own for gifted magic wielders, Shanoa wanted to see the world visit all the distant places in her books. She told Erevan she was to be wed to the prince once she was in control of her magic and had reached her one hundredth and tenth birthday. "So until you turn a hundred and ten you have to stay cooped up in here?" he asked her before he left that first night. "Exactly." Frowned Shanoa. "Well, we'll have to make sure you don't waste a day of it," he beamed as the guard let him through. Shanoa watched the door close, sank onto her bed and sighed. Erevan returned twice a week for the next few months, bringing new text books and scrolls for her to read. Soon he visited her when he wasn't teaching, they just sat and gossiped about the guests in the palace below. Shanoa would see them enter the main gates with impressive carriages and colourful banners waving. Erevan would later appear at her door with food from the feast he had snuck out and tales of the places the guests arrived from. As the years rolled by they became closer and closer. Erevan had stopped teaching her long ago convinced she was nearly every bit as strong as he, more than capable of controlling her powers. They simply spent their time talking and venturing to the stables to sit in the hay and feed the horses during the warmer months. About a year before Shanoa was due to be married she sat in the fields with Erevan watching her large black mare Selune graze lazily. She turned to him and asked a question that had been baring heavy on her mind. "How will I know if I please him?" she asks her closest confidant staring into the distant sky. "Please the Prince? As a princess or his wife?" he asks her innocently. Shanoa turns red and looks at her feet. "Neither... I meant please him." She responds coyly. "Oh? ...OH!" Erevan exclaims louder than he had meant. "Have you never had...? You know? Sex before?" "Of course I have!" Shanoa lies, talking louder than she should before composing herself. "I have heard rumours that the Prince has a fondness for... slave girls." "Don't we all?" Erevan replies too quickly. "You like slave girls too?" exclaims Shanoa, her face lighting up. "You have to show me what they do differently!" Erevan coughed and sputtered at the boldness of the Princess' request. "Show you?!" he nearly yells. "Yes! At once. Follow me." Shanoa replies frankly. She drags him by the arm back to the tower. Sweetly twisting her hair and batting her eyelashes she asks the guard to lock the door and leave them for a while. She pushes Erevan back onto the bed and with a leap lands on her knees beside him, almost giddy. "So what should a good slave girl do first?" she asks a playful smile on her innocent face. "Shanoa, I can't show you what a slave girl does." Erevan responds sitting up. "Why not?" asks Shanoa her smile dropping, her eyes lowering to her knees, "Is there something wrong with me?" "No!" he replies again far too quickly, "It's just that slave girl's do some pretty... degrading acts." "Like what?" Shanoa asks puzzled. "Erm..." fidgets Erevan trying to explain it delicately. "They are usually... forced into positions and sexual acts that most women would not enjoy. Some are even quite painful." "Painful? Painful how?" "Painful like... whips and ropes and chains. They are usually tied up and whipped until they beg for release." "You mean to be released?" asks Shanoa, clearly intrigued. "Sometimes, yes." Agrees Erevan, "Other times they enjoy it, a lot and if their master is a good one they ask permission to... finish." "Finish?" "To... orgasm." "Oh... Oh!" gasps Shanoa. "And these girls enjoy that?" "Yes, some of them can only enjoy themselves this way." Notes Erevan, "It might sound strange and twisted but it's as natural as regular sex to some people." "Oh no I get it." Nods Shanoa. "You do?" "Yes! I saw something like you described years ago before I was trapped up here." She looks shyly down at her knees again. "My favourite teacher, at the time!" she adds looking at Erevan, "was whipping the mistress at the academy and she moaned so deeply like she needed it more than air. I didn't understand at the time but the more I remember that day the more I feel the emotion she felt, the more I feel a warmth in my body that I can't control until I touch myself. Does that make sense?" Erevan gawps at the princess in silence, the same as he did when they first met. "Well?" she asks nudging him in the arm. "Well?" he replies slightly gobsmacked. "Will you show me how to enjoy sex like that?" "I have to leave." He splutters leaping from the bed. "Leave?! Now?!" "I'll come back!" he promises, "I just need to get a few things." Erevan had been gone nearly an hour and Shanoa was becoming restless. 'What could he possibly need that would take so long to get?' she thinks to herself. She paces up and down her bedroom a few more times before she hears a voice outside the door. Erevan hurries into the room followed by a pair of slender legs sticking out from under a blanket. He shuts the door behind them and lowers his now bulging pack from his shoulder to the floor with a weighty thud. "What are you doing?" hisses Shanoa pointing at the blanketed person. "You wanted me to show you what it is that a slave girl does differently so I brought..." He pauses to whip off the covering revealing a petit young woman. "...a slave girl." Shanoa sits on her bed in shock and looks the girl up and down. Short, maybe five foot and two or three inches tall, wavy brunette hair flicked across a rather plain, but pretty, face and a rich olive complexion. She wore a thin brown leather dress tied with a narrow black belt barely covering her body and accenting her toned legs and perky breasts. Shanoa usually didn't fraternise with the help and was at a loss as to how to address this unexpected guest in her bedroom. The slave girl looks up at the future princess and Shanoa immediately can see why Erevan chose her. Her eyes are a deep brown, twinkling in the sunlight from the balcony, they magnify her greater features and draw away from her flaws effortlessly. Shanoa blushes as the slave girl seems to look her over in the same manner and then smiling at her. Regaining her composure she turns to Erevan. "You snuck a slave girl into my room?" she whispers in case someone over hears. "This is Quina." Introduces Erevan pushing the girl forward slightly, "And she is the very best teacher you will meet at what we are about to show you. Do you mind if we use your bed for this?" Shanoa moves to her vanity table stool and faces the bed. Erevan motions for Quina to sit on the edge and reaches for his bag. Erevan whispers into Quinas' ear, she nods and giggles looking at Shanoa. "What did you tell her?" asks Shanoa frowning. "I asked her if she thought you were as beautiful as the stories she'd heard." Replies Erevan with a smile. "What stories?" "Oh there are hundreds of tales that span from when you were locked away in here. Most of them turned into stories that your beauty was so great that the Queen had become jealous and locked you away and the like." "Really?!" blushed Shanoa. "I may have started a few." Admits Erevan. He finally finds the item in his stuffed pack he was searching for, a long piece of rope about an inch thick and twenty or thirty feet long. He shows it to Quina and she stands removing her garments shamelessly. Shanoa averts her eyes, embarrassed at the young woman stripping next to her bed. Quina steps from her dress and tosses it into Shanoas' lap making her jump. Eladrin Princess Shanoa glances at the now naked girl and tries to focus on her eyes, Quina stretches her arms above her head pushing out her chest expanding her small breasts and pointed nipples trying to make the Eladrin drink her in. Shanoa watches the brunette lean and twirl and bend, her stomach is toned but her ass flatter than her own she notes. A small triangle of black hair is neatly trimmed above her smoothly waxed vagina. Shanoas' stare lingers a little on her pussy, being the first she has seen other than her own and her briefly the one belonging to her mistresses from the academy. Her mind travelled back to that fateful encounter over two decades ago. "Shanoa?" echoes Erevans voice somewhere in the back of her mind. She comes out of her daydream and finds herself still staring at the body of Quina now lying on the large four poster bed. "Are you with me? This is the basics of what a slave girl does. If you watch what I do and think you might enjoy it then you can... try it for yourself." He gulps as he speaks looking to Quina spread out on the bed. He kneels beside the young girl and skilfully ties a knot around her ankle with one end of the rope, looping it around the bed post nearest and then the same around the second post at the base before measuring up to Quinas other leg. He dips back into his pack and pulls out a sharp knife, with a sawing motion her cuts through the rope and ties the freshly made end around her other ankle. Quina moves her legs around slightly to see how much freedom she has, Shanoa notes that although she has a few inches of give she certainly would not be able to close her legs. Erevan performs the same steps to Quinas arms pulling them up and looping the rope around the top two poles of the bed. Quina is no longer in a position to move, resist or escape thinks Shanoa watching intently. Just in case this wasn't enough restriction Erevan takes the remaining few feet of rope and loops one end around Shanoa headboard and the other end is loosely knotted around Quinas' neck. "Now you see?" he asks turning to Shanoa. "She has no way of moving more than an inch or so. This is actually quite lax bondage, usually the rope would be tied much tighter, cutting into the skin and more rope would be used around the body, the breasts and the legs. As this is your first lesson I thought we would take it slowly." Erevan reaches into his large pack again this time pulling out two identical thin chains with two wide metal clamps at each end of both. He tosses one to Shanoa to inspect, she places the clamp on her finger and winces at the pressure it causes. Erevan leans over Quina and with his free hand smacks her breast making her wince but she remains silent. Erevan hits her breast again, this time he follows up by pinching at her nipple, tweaking and pulling it. Shanoa watches the slow deliberate pace Erevan uses, carefully following the facial expressions of Quina. Erevan strikes the reddening breast with his palm once more and pulls the nipple out an inch from where it should be. Releasing it Shanoa watches the nipple harden, remaining further out than it normally should. Eravan takes the first clamp between his fingers prying apart its smooth flat jaws. Moving it around Quinas' teat he gently released his grasp leaving the metal plates clamped down on her breast. Quina and Shanoa both wince in unison, Quina then groans slightly catching Shanoa by surprise. Erevan is already turning his attention to the other breast, slapping and tweaking her nipple into shape before the second clamp is fixed in position. Quina inhales sharply this time and then smiles. Shanoa leans forward on her stool enthralled by this unexpected response to what must be considerable discomfort. Taking the chain in her hand she places the clamp of the bare skin of her forearm and nearly yelps. Removing the clamp immediately Shanoa looks back at the nearly flattened nipples of Quina. Determined not to be out done by a slave girl Shanoa places the clamp back on her arm, this time slowly releasing the grips allowing the pressure to build steadily. She closes her eyes but gingerly lets go of the clamp entirely, her tender flesh pinned in place. As she adjusts to the pain it becomes more bearable, after a few moments it becomes a discomfort and a few moments later again Shanoa feels something akin to pleasure move through her body. A warm tingling runs up her arm as she pulls gently on the clamp she realises in time with Erevan as he pulls on Quinas' chain. Stretching her small breasts out towards him. Quina moans, Shanoa stops her testing with the clamps and gives her full attention to that moan. It was a moan she recognised, the same type of moan that Lady Taliahan emitted when she was whipped over and over. A moan that Shanoa had once mistook for a cry for help. She saw now the eyes of Quina shut tight and a small smile appear on her lips. Erevan releases the chain and extracts a thin wooden cane from his rolled up blanket. Quina quivers with anticipation and bites her lip. Shanoa realises she has been absently stroking the top of her own breasts above the cut of her gown. Her nipples are hard and she feels an unmistakeable warmth growing between her legs. "This is an important part of what a slave girl does that most women do not." Advises Erevan. "If what I'm about to do doesn't arouse you in the slightest then we shouldn't continue." "Continue!" bursts Shanoa raising a brow from Erevan and a wide smile from Quina. "I mean... please go on." Erevan smirks before turning to Quina. He quickly whips the cane across her thighs. Shanoa jumps in shock as the wooden bar strikes on Quinas dark flesh. The slave girl however purrs softly, giggling. Another crack across her fleshy legs ripples the skin, making Quina moan quietly. Shanoa starts to squirm on her stool watching Erevan leave red stripes across Quinas body, she twitches with each stroke and crosses her legs tightly. Staring at her teacher Shanoa feels herself drawn closer to her bed, she rises from her stool and approaches Erevan slowly. Looking over his shoulder she catches Quinas eye, the pleasure on the slave girls' face is clear. Shanoa glances at Erevan and sees the desire on his face, she feels a pang of jealously. "Is it my turn yet?" Shanoa whispers without thinking. Erevan freezes mid swing, his mouth wide open. "Y...your turn?" he croaks, "You asked me to show you a slave girl so I brought Quina to you." "I didn't want you to show me on a slave girl," Shanoa coos. "I wanted you to 'show' me, how can I know if I like it if I don't feel it?" "I don't know if that's appropriate." Mumbles Erevan. Shanoa slides her body between Erevan and the bed. She pouts, her violet eyes gleam in the sunlight from the open balcony doors. Moving her body against his she places her lips next to his ear, her hot breath caressing his skin. "So you haven't been imagining me lying there this whole time?" she breathes to him almost silently. Leaning back to measure his reaction she bites her lower lip for added effect. Erevan shifts uncomfortably, his eyes transfixed on the beautiful pouting red lips of Shanoa. "I would love to watch that." Interrupts Quina swaying her glistening olive skin breasts gently, raising her hips from the bed, her pelvis rolling and her arousal obvious to see. Erevan looks between the two women and sighs deeply. "If you need me to stop just say 'Eden' and I shall stop immediately." He warns. "Are you sure you're ready to try this?" Shanoa nods her head and smiles, feeling the heat between her thighs, her own arousal has been building for some time. Watching another girl wasn't what she needed right now, she spins on her heels and decides to put on a little show for Erevan. "Could you help with my robes?" She teases, weakly attempting to reach the string ties at the back. Erevan drops the cane on the bed and with trembling hands struggles with the tight bow. Shanoas' sparkling violet eyes meet the deep pools of brown that belong to Quina and they both share a wicked smile. Quina seemingly reads Shanoas' mind and nods. As Erevan finally releases the knot and loosens the fabric Shanoa turns her head to the side. "Thank you kind sir." Her voice becoming more confident gains a seductively husky quality. "Now could you...?" she moves her arms out to the side slightly and like a tailors' mannequin stays perfectly still. "Oh!" Erevan sputters catching on. He slides his fingertips under the shoulders of the crimson gown and moves the fabric from her skin. It drops slightly down her body still loosely held across her chest. Erevan reaches under Shanoas arms, his hands slip across the top of her robes gently touching the top of her breasts. Shanoa groans softly as Erevan tugs the dress down her body releasing her ample bosom, the cool air caressing her stiffening nipples. He follows the dress down her body kneeling as he exposes the soft curve of her back, his hands roaming across her slim toned stomach and narrow waist. The dress stops at Shanoas' hips, Erevan marvels at the lines her figure draws, full and curvaceous but compact and taut, he had not seen an ass quite as perfect as this one before, certainly not on a body to match and the face of a goddess. She was the perfect woman Erevan thought to himself. "Are you ok back there?" giggles Quina from the bed. Shanoa mouths for her to hush, enjoying the attention. Erevan gulps hard and then tugs at the gown, pulling it over its final barrier. He stares mesmerised at her rear barely covered by loose laced under garments. Her legs are soft, supple and boast perfect porcelain skin. With a small shake of her hips Shanoa steps from the heap of ruby red fabric beneath her, hooking her thumbs into her underwear she starts to take them down. Legs perfectly straight, bending at the waist she pushes her behind out slightly stopping only inches from Erevans' gawping face. Her excitement grows as the fabric exposes her completely smooth pussy, she knows that Erevan will be staring and she watches Quinas' expression to see if it's having the desired effect. Erevan inhales her sweet musky scent, he feels his prick stiffen in his slacks. His hands begin to travel back up her calves, with a swift movement she grips him by the wrists and pulls him towards her. He loses balance slightly as she pulls, his face rests against her warm cheek. Shanoa can feel his breath on her cunt, hot and fast. 'Good he's panting already' she thinks to herself with a smirk arching her back slightly and steps forward towards the bed. Erevan falls forward as his support leaves him, staring up and the impossibly long legs of his former student. Shanoa glances back at her tutor and begins to loosen the bonds around Quinas' ankles. Erevan pulls himself up to see the happenings on the bed more clearly. Shanoa runs a hand up the slave girls thighs, grabbing her hips she pulls herself up until her face is level with Quinas' now soaked pussy. Shanoa breathes in deeply and smells a tangy yet familiar scent. Quinas legs now free slide gently up the blonde Eladrins' side. Continuing up Quinas' body she brushes her lip delicately across the nipple pinched in the clamp. With great care she twixt the metal between her teeth and releases the first teat. Quina groans at the tender touch of Shanoas body on hers, their legs entwined she pushes her leg up between the Eladrins thighs. Shanoa feels the warm skin pressed against her hot snatch and pushes against it slightly rubbing her slit along the supple flesh. Taking the second clamp between her teeth she makes no attempt to release the grip before she pulls. Quina cries in pain, making Shanoa drop the clamp in shock. "Do it again." Mouths Quina reassuringly keeping up Shanoas aura of control for Erevan. Shanoa relaxes and pulls on the clamp with her teeth once more. "Harder!" screams Quina as her nipple stretches out further and further. The clamp gives and Quinas' breast springs back to her chest, her nipple swollen and red, still slightly flattened. Quina groans deeply her eyes fixed on Shanoas' full lips. Shanoa drops the chain from her mouth and moves up to meet Quina face to face. Quina tries to move their lips closer but the rope around her neck stops her lifting her head any further. Judging the maximum distance Quina can reach Shanoa looks to makes sure Erevan is still watching closely. He is still knelt on the floor upon Shanoas' robes, transfixed on the two gorgeous women entangled on the bed. Shanoa returns her attention to the panting, straining Quina, resting her arms either side of slave girls' head she lies her body down atop her. Their stomachs touch and their breasts press together. "Do you think this is working on him?" whispers Shanoa into Quinas ear. "It is working on me, so I hope so." Breathes Quina in reply. Shanoa smiles and begins to move her mouth slowly in front of Quinas parted lips. She feels the girls' tongue flicking out, trying to touch her lips. Slowly she slides her hand up Quinas arm and loosens the rope on her wrist, Quina wriggles her hand free only to be caught and pinned down to the bed by Shanoa. The blonde Eladrin performs the same excruciatingly slow journey up Quinas other arm, releasing the rope only to pin her to the bed on the other side. Pushing herself up Shanoa holds the slave girl down, straddling her waist. Quina squirms underneath her captor trying to gain some advantage. "He can't tie you up if I'm in the way." She grins. Shanoa moves both Quinas' arms above her head and traps them both by the wrist with one hand, with her free hand she unties the final rope around the girls' neck. As soon as it is loose Quina springs into action. With one deft move she swings Shanoa over and rolls herself through. Before Shanoa can react the positions are reversed, Quinas' strong arms holding Shanoa by the wrists pinning her to the bed, her body flat along her own. Quinas' face is close enough to Shanoas for her to count the brown freckles on her olive cheeks and small nose. "Now it is your turn." Quina breathes, Shanoa can feel her words touch her lips. Quina edges closer gauging the sexy blondes' reaction to her advances, ever so slightly their lips brush against one another. Shanoa feels the warm touch of Quinas' mouth against hers and she stops her struggle to free her arms. She parts her lips as the tiniest of sighs is released, this is all the information Quina needs as she presses her lips gently against Shanoas'. Quinas' kiss is tender, almost fragile, her lip quivers as they part and she smiles broadly seeing Shanoa has closed her eyes. With another quick look to Erevans' captive stare she turns back to Shanoa. "That certainly worked for him." She whispers sweetly. "Mmmm, me too." Shanoa moans softly, she opens her eyes slightly in shock at what she had just said. "Will you hurry and tie me up already?" she hisses. "You have to struggle a little." Advises Quina still too quietly for Erevan to hear, "It's no fun otherwise." She adds with another wicked grin. Shanoa nods and attempts to free her arms again. Quina slides up the Eladrins body, straddling her chest to gain more of an advantage. Moving further up Quina starts to pin down Shanoas' arm with her knee, firmly pressing down on her bicep. Her other leg moves up to shift her centre of gravity, making it nearly impossible for Shanoa to move her arm. In this position, near straddling the blondes head, Quinas', now wet, pussy is on full display to Shanoa just beneath her. Shanoas mouth is inches away from the girls highly aroused slit, she takes in the soft folds of her pink skin, the scent musky and sweet, her entrance parted and inviting. Quina confident she has the soon to be Princess trapped under her knee releases her grip on the wrist and takes the other arm in both hands. Forcing it upwards she grabs the end of her former bonds and ties the rope around Shanoas wrist. Determined to not give up without a fight Shanoa, in an act of exhilarating spontaneity, runs her tongue along Quinas cunt. She had tasted her own juices before and always liked the sticky flavour of her own orgasm but this was different, this was someone else, a slave girl no less. She licks her lips savouring the new tangier notes to her juices. Her stunt has the desired effect on Quina, she buckles instantly, her leg straightens and releases Shanoas arm. Quina moans deeply and slips back down the luscious body beneath her bringing her face back level with her new favourite noble. "That was mean!" she hisses. Shanoa sticks out her tongue playfully, Quina pounces on it sucking it into her mouth. Their lips meet once more this time Quinas enthusiasm takes over. They kiss deeply, tongues swirling together, saliva mixing, teeth roughly biting at lips causing both participants to moan into each other. Shanoa feels a bizarre sensation in the pit of her stomach, a deep yearning from within her body. She needs to cum, and soon. A fire is lit in Quinas deep brown eyes, with an animalistic growl she grasps Shanoas free arm and ties it tightly with the rope making the blonde wince. With another swift attack she pulls the knot on the first arm tighter as well, Shanoa pulls her arms again but finds she cannot move them at all, let alone a few inches. Quina sits up and, straddling Shanoas' chest, admires her work. Her finger trails along Shanoas' cheek and her neck. She circles softly stroking the Eladrins chest, her long nails graze the top of her breasts and teases close to her stiff nipples. Shanoa closes her eyes, focusing on the slave girls' touch and the tightly bound ropes digging into her wrist, she begins to moan softly to herself. Quina, bending forward, slips downwards rubbing her body against Shanoa, making as much skin contact as she can. Her breast caresses Shanoas' cheek, her small stiff nipple stopping at the corner of her open mouth. Shanoa stays perfectly still her chest heaving with her breath, Quina traces the line of Shanoas' lips with her teat. Dipping her body slightly her breast enters the Eladrins mouth. Shanoa moves the tip of her tongue to meet her breast, flicking at the stiff nipple and clamping her lips down to suck gently. Quina runs her hands through Shanoas hair and pulls her head up further to take in more of her breast. Shanoa opens her eyes, as they glean with mischief, and bites down on the teat between her teeth. Quina screams once more but makes no effort to pull away, her thighs squeeze at Shanoas' hips, her nails dig into the nape of her neck. Releasing her bite on Quina makes the slave girl moan loudly as she continues her path down Shanoas body. "You'll be so happy you did that." Quina jokes as her head passes down to the blondes' chest. Shanoa starts to squirm slightly as Quina moves her mouth hungrily to her large, firm breasts. With a lunge Quina buries her face into her cleavage kissing down between her breasts, trailing down Shanoas' stomach with her tongue. She circles her navel and runs her nails across the hard nipples roughly making Shanoa shudder. Shanoas' legs, still unbound cross at the ankles, her thighs tight together. Quina places a hand on each of Shanoas' knees, slowly and forcefully she tries to pry them apart. Shanoa resists, toying with the brunette girl. Realising Shanoa will be unable stop her if she can tie her ankles to the bed she starts to focus on one leg, stretching it out. Digging her nails into Shanoas' thigh causes an involuntary flinch, making her leg straighten. However Shanoas' legs are strong and toned from years of riding, she locks herself around Quinas' midriff and hooks her ankles behind her back. Now it's the slave girls turn to struggle as Shanoa squeezes her thighs together with impressive power making it difficult for Quina to breath. Eladrin Princess With great limberness the girl arches herself twisting Shanoas legs out of position pulling at her tied wrists above, stretching her shoulders and arms painfully. They to and fro, exchanging moans and grunts, each trying to overpower the other. Quina digs her nails into Shanoas' ass clawing at her pert, juicy buttocks. Shanoa tries in vain to find a way to retaliate, exhausted she finally loosens her vice like leg lock and pants heavily. Quina able to breathe properly again inhales deeply before collapsing herself onto Shanoas chest. They lie panting and moaning and giggling for a few moments until Shanoa feels a rope tie around her ankle roughly. She peers over the wavy brown head of hair snuggled in her cleavage and sees Erevan, on his feet, smiling and rope in hand. "I think you've worn each other enough for out for now don't you?" he smirks forcefully gripping Shanoas' other leg and with surprising strength overpowers her strong limb and lassos the rope around her second ankle. "There!" he says a little out of breath. Shanoa notices a bulge in his trousers running about a third of the way down his inner thigh. Quina drags herself up to Shanoas face and kisses her sweetly, the Eladrin returns the kiss back lustfully. Quina shifts slightly before placing her middle finger upon Shanoas' bottom lip. It feels wet as she draws across her mouth slowly, extending her tongue Shanoa tastes the now familiar tang of Quinas' sex. Taking the digit into her mouth Shanoa sucks the juices from her skin, Quina slips out her finger and with another quick peck on the lips she slides off the bound beauty letting her nails trail behind. Shanoa sighs a little and suddenly realises she cannot move her limbs at all. She raises her head and feels a rope now around her neck cut into her, Quina smirks from the end of the taking great pride in her work. Shanoa sees Erevan standing shirtless holding the small chain in one hand and his wooden cane in the other. "Are you ready to begin?" he asks with a grin. Thoughts of what might happen next start to speed through Shanoas' mind, her helpless situation starts to sink in as she recalls the pain those clamps in Erevans' hands caused her arm. She imagines them pinching at her nipples, his hands slapping and tweaking at her breasts. She catches herself staring at his torso, lean and toned and becomes aware that her sex is exposed to him for the first time. He talks a few steps towards Shanoa flexing the metal clamp between his fingers, she watches them open and close in his hand. He sits on the bed next to her and runs the cool chain along her stomach, her cleavage and the underside of her breasts. She flinches as the tip the clamp grazes her nipple, waiting for the impending pain, a mixture of fear and excitement floods her senses. He nips at her teat with the flat plates of the clamp pulling at her nipple slightly making her take short, sharp breaths. Placing the chain down on her taut stomach he takes her breasts in his soft warm hands and closes his eyes. His hand becomes cool on her flesh in an instant, then cold. He channels his arcana slowly, with great focus. Quina grins with an intimate knowledge of this spell from the end of the bed watching Shanoa quiver. With Erevans' hand becoming icy Shanoa tries to recoil, unsuccessfully. Her nipples stiffen more than she has ever felt before, her skin contracts from the change in temperature. Her soft pink areolas tightening, tiny goose bumps raise from her skin as the cold spreads across her chest and penetrates deep into her body. As she shudders Erevan releases his grip. "That's what we need." He remarks. He picks the chain up from her stomach and places the clamps around her nipples, still holding them open. "Breathe in and then imagine the worst pain you can." he whispers to her. Shanoa takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. "Keep breathing," he continues, "It will help you adjust to the sensations." He slowly releases the clamps, they press down on her teat, increasing in pressure steadily. Shanoa gasps, determined not to cry out. Erevan loosen the clamps again. "We'll take it easy. Now breathe slowly." He says to reassure her. Shanoa feels the pain subside replaced by an unusual tingling deep in her nerves. The clamps start to close again, Shanoa focuses on her breathing, the pain overpowers the new tingling sensation and keeps building. She breathes in and holds it, waiting for the pain to peak, it doesn't. "Exhale." Warns Erevan, "We're not there yet." Shanoa opens one eye and looks at the clamps, her nipples are nearly flat and the pain reaches its apex. She exhales just as Erevan lets the clamps hang free from her breast. The pain is excruciating for a few seconds but as she continues to breathe it starts to lessen. Slowly the pain changes, morphing, her body reacts to the discomfort in a way Shanoa hasn't experienced before. A pleasurable tingling spread through her body making her groan slightly. "There it is." Smiles Erevan as he starts to pull on her chains. She moans as the pain returns, the pleasure she feels competing for priority. Pulling further causes an explosion of conflicting sensations in her body. "She likes that." Notes Quina looking between Shanoas' legs. Shanoa feels slightly giddy, the pain making her delirious. The pleasure ripples through her pussy making her juices overflow. Quina runs a finger along Shanoas' slit, inserting a finger slowly into her hot opening. Shanoa feels it enter her as Erevan continues to pull at her breasts, the finger reaches into her and strokes at her sensitive flesh. Shanoa feels the searing pain combine with her building orgasm from Quina, her body shudders and twists, trying to find a balance between crying and moaning. Quina slips a second finger inside and begins to pump her hand. Erevan stands as her pulls at the chain her large breasts stretching out inches from her chest. Shanoa pants, clenching her walls around the fast moving fingers of the slave girl, her orgasm starting to peak. A sudden white hot sting erupts on her skin, Erevan strikes her with his cane across both her upper thighs, barely missing her mound. Shanoa screams loudly the searing pain pushing her over the edge as she clamps her inner walls trapping Quinas' fingers. Her juices flow over the slave girls hand and her stomach cramps as her body racks with orgasm. The ropes cut into her skin as she tries to curl her body up against the pulses of pleasure. Erevan grips Quina by the wrist stopping her movement. With a whisper in her ear Quina pouts and slips her fingers from Shanoas' cunt. She crawls from the bed and walks slowly to a high leather chair. She runs her tongue up her wrist and side of her hand then sucks on each of her fingers slowly staring at Shanoa lustfully. Her chest heaving, Shanoa purrs gently as she recovers from her orgasm. The cane strikes again across Shanoas thighs, ripping her from her bliss with a piercing yelp. Another a whipping lash criss-crossing across her skin leaving stinging red lines in their wake. Shanoa cries out as the whipping becomes more forceful, 'Eden' starts to run through her mind as the searing pain rips through her body. She bites her lip, her legs flinching, trying to pull away from the attack. Erevan becomes more focused aiming for the same line over and over. He starts to lose himself in his methodical pace, his strikes strong and accurate. Tears start to run down Shanoas' face as the relentless beating continues, determined not to give in she swallows hard and screams as loud as she can manage. The adrenaline pours through her veins, racing her heart and dulling her senses. The pain persists but she knows she can take it, she clenches her fists making her knuckles whiten. Erevan steadies his cane and places his hand on to Shanoas raw purple thighs. The heat from her skin warms his still cold fingers and Shanoa winces at the change in temperature on her raw flesh. The pain subsides slightly replaced by a pulsing throb, Shanoa feels her legs ache and her pussy respond. "Remember your breathing." Erevan says calmly, moping his glistening brow. His stomach is taut and his chest raises softly as he breathes. Returning to his pack he pulls out a black canvas bag with a draw string top. He stares at Shanoa with a deep gaze, his eyes bore through her making her shift uncomfortably. He opens the bag slowly his eyes unblinking, he tips it up and empties the contents onto the bed. Shanoa strains to look at the items between her legs, the rope around her neck cuts into her throat making her choke. Erevan places the bag on Shanoas' stomach the rough canvas irritates her skin, reaching around her neck he unties her noose letting her breath a little easier. Grasping her hair roughly he forces her head up, sitting up pulls her arms against her rope bonds making her suck in air, drying her gritted teeth. He holds her in place pulling at her hair, the discomfort causes a tearing pain in her arms, neck, wrists and back. She lets out a sob as her body strains against itself, she lifts her waist up trying to straighten her back a little to ease the pressure. Unable to take the pain for much long Shanoa closes her eyes and tries to slow her panting. Erevan sweeps the black canvas bag from Shanoas' stomach and pulls it tightly over her head, drawing the strings around her throat. She feels the fabric close in on her face, opening her eyes she can barely see light through the thick fabric. Her breath warms the material making the air inside hot and stuffy, the strings tighten cutting into her throat. Erevan releases his grip on her head letting her fall back flat on the bed. The dark confines of the canvas bag makes Shanoa slightly claustrophobic, with an inability to breathe fully her body sends panic signals to her brain. Shanoa starts to thrash using up the limited air that can permeate the weave of the material. She feels her lungs burn as her brain becomes foggy, Erevan loosens the draws string and pulls the bottom of the bag away from her face. A burst of cool air brings her back from the brink of unconsciousness. "Remember your breathing." Repeats Erevan frirmly as he adjusts the bag around her head fully again. Shanoa tries to relax this time breathing slowing and as deeply as she can. The heat of the bag and her diminished sense of sight and sound make her skin tingle. Hairs on her arm stand on end as she waits in the dark for Erevan to make his move. She doesn't have to wait long as he runs something cool and tasselled up between her thighs. "Have you ever heard of a 'flogger'?" Erevan asks with a menacing calm to his voice. Shanoa shakes her head inside the bag. "Would you like me to describe it to you?" Erevan continues rolling the multiple strips of material up and down Shanoa. She nods this time. "It is a type of whip but not as long, instead of one sturdy piece of leather or rope it has a hundred tendrils, each one designed to strike at the end of your nerves and cause you pain." Shanoa quivers slightly as she feels the dozens of leather strips weave along the contours of her chest, stomach, legs. She flinches as it raises from her body and slaps against the headboard above her with a thunderous clap. Shanoa listens carefully for any sign that Erevan is preparing to swing this new toy against her skin. She tries to imagine what the impact will feel like, a hundred whips lashing in unison. The tension is too much to bare, Shanoa starts to pant again, just when she starts to focus on her breathing what feels like a thousand tiny needles pierce into her chest. Erevan picks the perfect moment to strike catching his captive audience off guard. Shanoa gasps for air unable to scream, a second lashing marks her breasts again, catching her pressed nipples. A muffled and dizzy moan is all Shanoa can manage the lack of fresh oxygen makes her head spin. A pulse loud in her ears starts to spread through her body, moving down and meeting the throb of her breasts. A third whipping shot from the flogger this time hits slightly higher across her chest, catching her neck, tingling her nerves and making her groan deeply. The bag is lifted again to allow fresh air into her lungs briefly. Erevan leaves the bag in place over her eyes, freeing her mouth to breathe for a time but still blinding her to his movements. More strikes with the whip across her neck leave red strips in her skin, small dots of her blood raise to the very surface. Erevan places his hand on Shanoas' stomach his fingers pointing down to her groin. As he slowly walks his fingers down her body Shanoa begins to respond with soft groans. Just as he reaches the top of her pussy he removes his hand and whips the flogger across her thighs. A few strips of stinging material curve around her legs whipping her cunt, a whole new form of pleasurable pain ripples into her deep core. Erevan replaces his hand against her mound less than an inch away from her slit. He slips his fingers with agonizing slow pace into her throbbing folds. Stroking her softly he puts her at ease grazing her clit with his fingertips one at a time making her jump. Another moan from Shanoa is interrupted by a yelp of pain as Erevan strikes with his whip once more, this time aiming for her cunt directly. Striking again Shanoa feels the connection on her sensitive lips, a need to moan and scream at the same time is cut short by another lash. Her clit burns and her opening widens needing to be fucked. Erevan returns his pleasurable fingers to her sensitive nub, tweaking and pinching gently. Shanoa can't keep up with the mixed reactions her body is creating, her need to be fucked is overwhelming but Erevan is toying with her. Pulling the bag from her head the sudden light blinds her briefly. With a nod Erevan summons Quina to his side. They both begin to untie Shanoa from the bed, taking advantage of her being too exhausted to fight them off. Erevan grips Shanoas' hair roughly and drags her up onto her knees. Quina moves onto the bed behind and hooks both of Shanoas' arms behind her back with a part of the rope. With expert skill she loops and weaves the rope around Shanoas' elbows and wrists, binding her arms tightly together behind her back. Once Quina is satisfied she pushes Shanoa onto her front and loops a second part of the rope through the gap between Shanoas' elbows. Erevan holds Shanoa down by her neck pressing her face into the bed smothering her into the soft quilt. She struggles against his strength trying to turn her head to the side. Erevan lets go only to slap her face as she faces out to breathe. Quina ties the rope she holds around the Eladrins' ankles, pulling her feet together. Wrenching the rope Shanoa feels her legs and arms pulling together, her legs leaving the bed bending her back into an unnatural position. Her feet touch her wrists as Quina loops the last of the rope around the tied limbs securing them in place. Shanoa tries to look up at Erevan and receives another slap for her effort. She sobs from the strike and the discomfort in her wrists and spine. Quina repositions herself at Shanoas' head, she spreads her legs out in front of Shanoa displaying her dripping wet pussy. Erevan kneels on the bed behind her and swats at her round ass with his flogger, whipping it around with his arm it smacks against her juicy firm cheeks over and over, catching her legs and back without prejudice. Shanoa is distracted from the pain by Quina as she rubs herself inches away from her face. The scent of her arousal fills Shanoas' mind as she moans from Erevans' attention. Erevan pulls up on her ankles hooking her knees on his thighs. Shanoas' head rocks forward towards the waiting pussy of the slave girl. Quina thrusts her hips forward grasping at the blonde hair of the student pulling her face into her cunt. Shanoa feels something behind her rub up and down the length of her own slit, something firm yet flexible, rigid and smooth. It slowly parts her lips and penetrates her opening, as she gasps her mouth locks around Quinas sex. Erevan shifts forward slightly to better angle his stiff prick, pushing into the tight hot snatch of Shanoa it's all he can do not to explode right then. The sensation for Shanoa is incredible, the large wide cock splitting her lips wide filling her hole entirely, stretching her body in ways she has never felt before. Her tongue laps at Quinas' clitoris hungrily, drinking down the juices of her arousal. Erevan pushes in until he finds Shanoas' core and holds himself inside her for a moment, controlling his own urges. Shanoa adjusts to the sensations in her body, Erevans' dick deep inside her snatch, her mouth pleasuring another girl. Her own pussy dripping wet and in need of a hard fuck, she rocks her hips clenching her walls around the shaft and bulging head. She pushes back down taking him further into her body, moaning into Quinas soaking cunt, making Quina moan in return. Erevan thrusts deep into the hogtied blonde slapping at her ass with every insertion. Quina wraps her legs around Shanoas' head pressing thighs tightly against her ears, pulling her mouth in closer to her pussy. She grinds her hips rubbing her snatch up and down against the surprisingly adept tongue between her legs. Shanoa feels another pulse through her body as her tongue probes the wet folds of Quina and her pussy stretches to accommodate Erevans' sizable shaft. Erevan picks up speed before Shanoa can adjust fully, she cries out from the burning in her groin pulled tight around the stiff rod inside her. Her back still arched unnaturally, her wrists and ankles tied together she can only lie in place as Erevan fucks her with a steady, powerful rhythm. Quina body starts to quiver from Shanoas' searching tongue as it enters her tight hole. Shanoa tastes the warm juices run over her taste buds, feeling them flow down her chin and neck dampening the bed sheet. She starts to balance out the pain from the large cock pumping into her mercilessly as her orgasm takes shape, a wave of pleasure starts to ripple from deep within her cunt with each inward thrust. "Oh shit..." Shanoa moans in ecstasy muffled by the soft wet flesh of the slave girl, "Oh fuck!" She screams into Quinas body and Quina bucks against her mouth pulling at her own nipples tightly, her eyes screwed shut. "You can't come until I say." Pants Erevan. "You need to ask my permission." "I...can't hold it! Fu—uuu—ck." Cries out the hogtied blonde. "You cannot finish." He warns whipping his flogger hard across the back of her legs. Shanoas' orgasm loses its momentum as the pain counteracts with the euphoric chemicals in her blood. She moans into Quina again as Quina rocks into an orgasm of her own. Her juices overflow just as she lifts her hips up high, soaking Shanoas' face with her sticky sweet nectar. She falls back onto the bed her legs still twitching around her lovers' neck as Shanoa tries to regain her momentum with Erevans' prick. "I need to come now!" she gasps, her face slick and wet, her mouth fresh with the taste of Quinas' orgasm. "Then beg me to let you." Erevan states as he picks up his previous tempo again. "Uh... ooooh! Shit!" Shanoa wails as her body jolts with every thrust. "I need to... oh shit! I need to come now!" "Beg me!" shouts Erevan lashing at her ass with his leather tendrils. "Scream for me to let you come." "Fuck... oh fuck..." Shanoa can't hold it back much longer as Erevan continues to piston in and out of her throbbing cunt and crack his flogger over and over on her bare flesh. "Please can I come!?" "I said beg me!" says Erevan pulling back on her hair contorting her body back on itself. "PLEASE! Can I come!?" Shanoa cries, "Shit... oh fuuuuuck! I need to come... please let me! Can I come now MASTER?!" Eladrin Princess "Yes." Erevan grunts deeply. He pumps faster, his cock a blur, Shanoa needs no further help as she lets her body take over. She screams with the ecstasy only a truly possessing orgasm can bring, over and over the waves of pleasure tear through her nerves, her senses overwhelmed she clenches every muscle in her body, her arms and legs strain at their bonds trying to pulls apart. Erevan keeps fucking her with manic intent. Shanoa feels the crest of the wave rise again washing over her body as Erevan suddenly pulls out of her dripping cunt. He grasps her roughly around the neck, spinning her around to face him. With no warning her forces his slickened shaft into her mouth and deep into her throat, Shanoa chokes on his cock, her airway blocked. Erevan pulls out just enough for Shanoa to gulp down some air before he rams back down her neck. He fucks her mouth making Shanoas eyes water and her lungs burn in protest. Her head starts to swim in fog as she struggles to take in enough oxygen between vigorous thrusts. She feels a tongue lapping at her tender folds as Quina begins to return the favour of her orgasm in kind. A soft tongue licks up her slit and a mouth sucks on her clit with desperate wanting. Erevan continues his relentless fucking of Shanoa's soft full lips, with a groan Shanoa feels his shaft engorge before a throbbing pulse sends jets of semen into her mouth. Erevan pulls out and continues to ejaculate his seed across the lips and face of the beautiful blonde slut he has trained. The sensation finishes off her second orgasm shutting her body down from over stimulation. She collapses on the bed exhausted as Quina slides up next to her and kisses her deeply. Their tongues mix Erevans' and each other's juices together into a final passionate kiss. Quinas' tongue finds the stray semen on the blondes face lapping it from her skin hungrily. One last tender touch of their lips and she leaves the bed to stand at Erevans' side Erevan is already dressing and gathering his items. Quina steps back into her brown leather dress and Erevan covers her with the blanket she arrived in. With a slash of his knife he cuts the tie between Shanoas wrists and ankles letting her limbs fall flat on the bed. "We shall continue the lesson next week." He announces walking to the door. With a rap of his knuckles the door opens revealing a rather shocked looking guard. He glances at Erevan and the slender legs sticking out from the blanket as they pass, then looks into the room to see Shanoa purring on the bed a wide smile on her face. "Until next week." She sighs drifting off to sleep.