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1st of April, 406th of NDE. Ang-Osomi.

Selindrae sauntered towards the Playful Kitsune joy-bar – an establishment of all earthly desires – sitting at the crossroad of the prismatic district in the north east section of the heimrad’s capital. A three-floored building which structure incorporated the curvatures of a phallus and clitoris and with lucent prismatic walls garnished with oblong, oval windows while the roof glass tiles glistened with the sheen of refined silk.

“Just a drink. You can do it Sel!” She whispered to herself as she stopped at the double doors. Half the left sleeve of her high collared dragonid leather jacket hung loosely, beneath a sleeveless turtlenecked dress hugged her shapely, well-honed body with a slightly oblique hem.

Noticing her missing arm, the rouge scaled dragonkin guard of the establishment opened up the door for her and she thanked him as she entered in a bit of a tremulous manner. Which increased the moment her eyes scanned the spacious bar area filled with boxes of people indulging on their primal desires after they already quenched their thirsts. First her eyes landed on a stygian who descended from a bone devil evident from his gaunt face of flayed epidermis, half-naked exposing his bare chest of prominent ribcages bulging through the thin layer of his pallid and sallow skin whilst his lipless mouth curved into a smile while his orc boytoy vacuumed his phallus.

Without noticing it, her cheeks reddened as she continued her search for Astrydril who sent her a carefully folded and sealed parcel the day before, witnessing more and more scenes like the first. At last, her sight landed on box opposite to the stygians where Lyaldis waved at her. She was a bit disappointed, but also relieved when she saw the fellow snow blonde high elf with icy blue streaks in her voluminous hair done in a double low bun with the thick bangs swept to the right, her delicate form draped in a stiff smeilyon blouse of a deep burgundy shade with oversized collars which tips pointed at the upper trims of her vhalex and leather mixed corset tightly knitted at the back.

Naurljon was a soft fabric created through the synthetization of nylon, kraken ink giving it refined but still dull lustre, the shed scales of a dragon to give it the wrinkle less trait found in all the products of the Black Rose Commercial Branch’s galore in tandem with the durability against even the highest grade of metals. And the final ingredient, the slimy remains of oozes fused into the piece through magical means to give it mutability, so if one buys the version coming without the woven in enchantment to keep one’s body temperate regardless of the climate, they can still alter the appearance, like for example lessening the size of the collars or sliding the sleeves back completely.

She quickly headed there with a trembling smile as she went from ‘it will be just a business meeting’ to ‘what if it is a threesome’ in a matter of seconds. “Good, I was worrying for a bit you would chicken out because of the place.” Lyaldis said with a sly smile. “Also don’t worry, I ordered a few drinks ahead.” She added noticing the mild signs of anxiety on Selindrae.

“Honestly the choice was a bit of a… surprise. I’m used to meeting in the more mundane bars of cities.” Selindrae said after she took a few breaths to calm down, reciting the technique of his father to resist the charms of her mother when he did not want to do house chores. “So how things went down the past few days?”

“Nothing too exciting, or well if I’m being honest these past days were a bit frustrating. No sign of Kiri, no new leads on Ilsarei’s accomplices though at least her inheritance went to the new mayor of the city and the governor of the heimrad. And now we have to also track down half the statues’ families.”

A merfolk waitress draped in the cheongsam dress inspired uniform appeared carrying a tray littered with their drinks appeared seemingly out of nowhere as Selindrae could not take her eyes off Lyaldis. “So now everyone is busy huh?”

“Well, Faen and Simh are out hunting for Kiri in the other mansions of Ilsarei. Hen and Tab meanwhile are all occupied identifying the statues and their families. Raab herself meanwhile is trying to find out what happened with Ilsarei, though not like it matters much.” Though whilst most of them were fine with her simply dying because of her ambitions and not preparing enough, except for Astrydril and Lythienne who herself studied the ritual attempted and failed by Hazred-Kha too thousands of years ago.

“So, she is out hunting too I guess.” Selindrae said a bit of dejection laced into her words and tone.

Lyaldis smiled mischievously, then slid across the leathery cushion of the seating and bumped shoulders with Selindrae. Her fellow kindred blushed lightly as the tantalizing cherry scent hit her nostrils and drawn her attention to the striking icy eyes staring hungrily at her. “Astrydril, nah she is up on the third floor suite. She is waiting for us.”

Her heart picked up on its pace, and her face reddened hearing those words. As her lips began to move, Lyaldis’s soft index finger tapped against it gently and she spoke in a soft volume. “We are grateful for your contribution in this mission. It is a small payment from our side.”

Selindrae turned away and closed her eyes as she cleansed her mind so that she can think straightly to not come of as a buffoon. “It is quite enticing. But I’m a free dragon. Though I’m willing to offer my services for the right sum if and when you need it.”

Lyaldis chuckled softly and admiration reared itself in her eyes. “You misunderstand. We are aware of that, and well we also understand it. This time its truly and only our reward for your services.”

“I still have to refuse I’m afraid.” Selindrae said feeling a bit regretful.

“Well, it is a bit shameful. She was quite excited.” Her ears poking out from under her heavy dark hair cut sharply and short twitched upon receiving those words. “Or maybe not.” She mumbled which elicited another chuckle from Lyaldis.

“Then we better hurry before you make the wrong choice again.” Lyaldis grabbed her arm and pulled along Selindrae after they chugged down their drinks. Selindrae herself felt a bit surprised at herself giving in, and lightly vowed to practice her resistance once this day reached its end. Which was far away.

**

In the hexagonally arranged suite of bright violet walls and carpeted blue floor which gently caressed the bottom of their feet as they rid themselves of their leather boots upon entering the room per the code of the place. Inside, Selindrae got even more flustered as her eyes immediately noticed the black table with polished, unblemished surface facing the entrance door, scattered neatly with various bondage appliances, restraints.

Leather Phallus-Fastenings close to the wall, on their right masks with zippers at the eyes and mouth or only at the former, one armbinder left while there was a space clearly left for another as she instinctively activated a detection spell in her eyes. In the centre were the legions of gags including a few rolls of sensual sealing tapes, which besides sapping mana and stamina also amplified the tinge born of arousal, each roll stacked on each other and even separated by colour with the brightest, glossiest on top.

Then there were also spherical gags forming a ring with each tip of the leather strap touching about leaving only a small gap, similarly to the sensuous sealing tape they were placed in a meticulous manner as they followed the prismatic order, though she also noticed the red one missing. Further to the right were the singular and peculiar gags like the funnel which creeped her out a bit, the lemniscate gag which strangely recalled the memory of her mother teaching her how to channel her mana endlessly before facing a threat, the muzzle gag which most often were used for prisoners with high magical prowess and lastly the bit gag which evoked a bestial image in her eyes.

Then at the bottom border were the various bindings including the plain enchanting ropes in multifarious shades, the sensuous rope which does the same as the type of sealing tape towering behind the coils, the cuffs with furred or leathery studded trims and thick, heavy looking chains coursing pinkish mana, and lastly the leather straps, some of the mundane kind with locks, others more of the arcane nature where the two ends fuse together and tighten around the restrained parts.

“She out did herself this time.” Lyaldis said as she noticed Selindrae staring intently at the table. “There are a few more things but I guess you may have guessed where they are now.” She added while walking towards what looked like a wardrobe door. As she flung it open, her assumptions were proven right as she gazed at Astrydril draped only in her icy blue high collared naurljon blouse buttoned down to the uneven hem.

Snow brass clasps voraciously bit onto her dark nipples with a chain binding them together, between her onyx lips gleaming with a marble sheen a large rubber looking sphere wedged in greasy with her iridescent saliva as she let out endearing mewls to the two’s ears, her eyes blindfolded by the glossy black tape with the adhesive amplifying her sensuousness whilst her arms bent behind her back, forced into the missing armbinder strapped tightly and lastly a chain slithered down between her shapely bosom connecting to a skin tight leather collar encompassing her whole neck.

“Also, I may have been not fully honest with you Sel. You see when it comes to certain decisions, we have to make them together.” Lyaldis grabbed the chain and pulled Astrydril out from the wardrobe letting out a few more mewls that twinged Selindrae’s nether area as she unconsciously moved her hand into her pants. Lyaldis’ tone deepened, disciplinary while she eyed the bound and gagged Astrydril with feral delight in her expressive frosty eyes. “She freed you before we consulted on it, and I get we were a bit out of time, but still it was risky and risky choices need punishment.” An icy slap reverberated through the suite followed by Astrydril’s muffled yelp.

“I see.” Not knowing what to say as she was drawn to the helpless form of Astrydril, Selindrae blurted out. Lyaldis then threw the chain up with a bit of her mana fused and shaped into spatial inscriptions so that it phased and melded into the ceiling, then grabbed the enamoured, automatically self-pleasuring Selindrae’s shoulders letting out a soft sigh at the touch of the high grade arcane leather before she wrapped her arms around the fellow aelfrith’s slender, well-honed form clad in the sleek outfit.

Selindrae once more somewhat conscious of herself and her surroundings let out a yelp which Lyaldis found cute. “Don’t worry, this shall be a long session I promise you.” As she whispered into Selindrae’s long, knife contoured ear, her tantalizing cold breath brushed against her neck, strangely not soothing but stimulating Selindrae further and further into a pleasuring madness. “Now come, for the first round you shall have a seat in the front row.” Lyaldis said jokingly, dragging the sensuously immobilized Selindrae towards the stylish bluish black leather sofa with a large back into which she sank into as she relaxed.

Lyaldis leaned onto her for a moment, their faces close to kissing range, yet even as she desired to lock onto the silken lips before her, Selindrae could not move at all. “Neat, aren’t they?” Lyaldis said with a foxy smile on her face when Selindrae noticed a dark liquid creeping over her body, then before long it changed and resembled the leather of the sofa. “Tight isn’t it?” Selindrae meekly nodded then as she tried to follow Lyaldis walking to the table, she realized her head was fixated onto the bed before her. Then came the footsteps from behind where they stopped, followed by the familiar tearing of sealing tape which then went over her lips and cheeks, completely sealing them as she felt the numbing of her jaw and tongue happen within a moment’s notice.

“Now one last trick before we begin my dear Astra.” Lyaldis said as she reached down to the bottom sides of the sofa and her hands glowed in a bluish aethereal light, then Selindrae yelped when she felt as if tendrils invaded through the silken embroidered walls before her vulva.

“Don’t worry, we shall begin soon.” Astrydril moaned into her spherical gag with the leather straps running around her head, melded together just above her nape as she listened to Selindrae’s moans as her delicate, slit elvish pupils jumped up suddenly at the onslaught of pleasuring tendrils as they began to vibrate inside her vulva while on her soft surroundings started gently massaging, pouring low to mid-grade inscriptions enhancing the sensuousness of her body.

Lyaldis walked slowly towards Astrydril and first touched her sides with her icy hands with a cheeky almost childish smile adorning her face when the latter jumped into her embrace instinctively. Her hands wrapped around the red infernally divine form before her, and her soft, cold lips brushed against the silken red neck before snapping her fingers letting the chain out from the wall, catching it as it headed towards Astrydril’s lone draconic horn. With each soft touch, minor spells broke into Astrydril’s arcane veins, clogging up her arcane points from which they sprouted into gardening, compulsion planting spells.

The Phallus-Fastening first began to stir, then levitated into the air and onto Lyaldis’s nether area, phasing through the thighs rid of garments like a ghost and the sloping dark leathery rod rose stalwartly whilst Astrydril was pushed away onto the bed. “Time for your punishment.” Both of them let out a long, weak muffled groan as their eyes reflected the maddening pleasure they were afflicted with.

The chain of Astrydril’s collar slithered under her head and into the wall while two coils of the sensuous enchanting ropes coiled around her ankles and to the bottom pillars of the bed while Lyaldis crawled over her form, gently caressing, tickling her sides with a ferocious smile on her face.

First her lips locked onto her neck, her cold arousing breath tickled Astrydril’s long elven ears with devilish contours, while Selindrae gulped watching as the tendrils inside her became gentler, yet still wrestling with the increasing sting of warmth spreading like a wildfire across her body. Slowly, Lyaldis proceeded downwards with her cold lips touching, kissing against the red silky epidermis whilst her hands pressed against her sides, growing astral, iridescent needles with a penetrating and spreading a supplemental spell regulating the heat raging within Astrydril.

A muffled giggle and moan escaped her stuffed mouth and her gleaming white teeth and fangs snapped into the rubbery sphere when Lyaldis altered the texture of her tongue to be mildly serrated as she freed her nipples from the tyranny of the clasps.

Whilst she neared towards her own climax, Selindrae looked confounded a bit at Lyaldis freeing Astrydril’s nipples from the clamps using nothing but her tongue and teeth, spitting them to the sides off the bed, then her lips succulently engulfed them. “Mmph, nnphph mnhm hnmm mnmmm mnhmph nph!” A long and joyful moan arose forth Astrydril. Her body squirmed pugnaciously as Lyaldis’ soft lips and the vacuuming of her tits and the sudden insertion of the faux phallus pounded her senses.

“Bear with me.” Lyaldis said as the phallus’s enchantments took their toll on her, a wave of warm twinging washing over her whole being as she strained her upper body and took a slight glance at Selindrae who squirmed in the grown binding of the sofa. A loud moan came from her as she struggled resist the breaking of dam upon the crack of her climax. Her sealed cheeks puffed, her lips bulged out from beneath the azure tinted glossy tape while sweat cascaded down from beneath the dark tresses covering her narrow forehead.

She watched as Lyaldis hastened the pace with which the faux phallus broke in and out Astrydril who herself was drenched in her sweetly scented and flavoured sweat glistening further her already lustrous body.

“Mmph...nr...mnmhm...nnph...phn...N'm...nnph...phnrm....” Her moans became rugged as she exhaled periodically while also resisting against the temptation of climaxing, though in the end she lost as Lyaldis pumped her mana into the Phallus-Fastening, forcing Astrydril’s body to increase the sensitivity of her whole nether area battered by the prominent piece sculpted after an orcs’.

Though she still managed to stood her ground until the 269^th pull which broke the dam and let the river of snow silvery cum with an iridescent glow flow forth, forming a small lake on the dim violet silken sheet for a short moment as the piece swallowed it within seconds, though not before Lyaldis scooped a little onto her finger.

She walked over to Selindrae – whose own cum was swallowed by the chair, converting it to enhance its lustre and softness – and sat into her lap, her shapely legs crossed and hanging over the arm of the sofa devoid of a bulging. “Just a little to help you endure.” Her soft pillowed tip covered in the iridescent snow silver sum and smeared it across azure sealing tape, across the bulging lips of Selindrae who moaned upon inhaling the scent reminiscing of dark chocolate, vanilla mixed with saccharine floral and her body twitched within the tight binding. Her eyes moved past Lyaldis and glared cravingly at Astrydril whose pleasing chest rose sporadically.

“Not yet.” Lyaldis said as she leaned closer. Her tongue drawn across the tape, licking off the cum then her lips once more locked onto Selindrae’s. “Now, I believe it is time for round two.” She said leaping out from the binding sofa and walking back to Astrydril. Their panting, bartering mewls reverberated throughout the suite, forming a wide smile on Lyaldis’s enticing face…