Re: Suri Dahan (Tiffanian)
After a few moments the rustling stopped, and out of the underbrush came a number of dark, hard to see tentacles. Suri watched them carefully, trying to determine if they were the ones that James kept as a pet or not. It was impossible to tell, though, and fighting would be too loud. She could only wait and hope. A tentacle grabbed her by the legs; not a promising start for the catgirl's hope. As she was tugged up into the air another tentacle wrapped firmly around her arms, tying them behind her back and against her pack, and a third wrapped tightly around her waist and between her legs. Still, she didn't cry out; her fear of the guards that might be behind her much greater than her fear of the tentacles.
Still, there was enough room for Suri to still hold out some hope, as the tentacles didn't rape her, instead beginning to pull her into the forest. As it did, the blood started to rush to her head, her vision getting a little fuzzy as she hung upside down. It didn't help that the tendril between her legs kept rubbing around, teasing her through her lacy black panties and starting to arouse her more by the minute. It was thankfully a very short trip, but she didn't much like what was at the end of it. Laying there in a clearing was James, his body beaten and bruised, and he didn't seem to be conscious. The tentacles dropped her on the ground next to him, and she panicked. Quickly she checked for a pulse and breathing, and then for signs of any injuries other than the obvious bruises. She wondered if there was a first aid kit of any kind amongst the things she was carrying on her back, but she hoped dearly that she wouldn't need any such thing... The catgirl wasn't sure why she felt so bad, why there was a dark, heavy pit in her gut. Was she already this attached to the ranger? She pushed the thought out of her head quickly.