Re: The Lone Survivor (Tyagor) GM'd by dragoon93041
Aria let out a quiet gasp as the blade lit up. "A-ah...t-thank you," it was brief and a bit tiring but in truth Aria needed that kind of affirmation, the cloister had taken a sinister turn and it was nice to know that, even if it was a hunk of strange metal, that she had an ally on her side. Aria turned her gaze to Habi, in spite of her beauty Aria had begun to associate it with the risk it represented. Dangerous and beautiful, she was still struck by the melody, still found herself humming and thinking about it frequently but she had marshaled her wits to stay on guard around her.
She returned the chatter peacefully, making notes on the recipe to see if she could repeat it. It made her think of Rishia, how she wished she had that girl here at her side, maybe together they would have figured out this strange place together. She did her best to try to get directions for when the rain led up, if she had to flee it would be wise to know which way to do it.
She excused herself somewhat early and turned to bed, but rightfully didn't have an easy time sleeping, fearful of what strange thing might happen to her that night. She felt trapped, the strange lands were a danger to her, and the rain as potent as any foreboding wall. Had she been drawn here? Lured? Was it all in her head? Was this what the world outside her village was like? Oh how she longed for the simpler quieter days she once knew.
She awoke with a start, gasping as he head was clutched tight. "W-what are you doing! Stop! STOP!" she cried out, swinging wildly but ineffectually to free herself as he pants were stripped efficiently off. "Please don't!" She let out a groan as she was penetrated and shuddered going bright red with the embarrassment that her body had betrayed her once again. She still tried to fight but it was too much, she had been completely dominated by the force of the woman and it wasn't long before her shameful cries were one of reluctant pleasure. The act of resisting seeming to have only heightened the sensation.
Wait the rain? Aria blinked realizing it had been another of her mad 'visions' and she sat up with a start. She stared blankly at the towering intimidating figure feeling a warmth spread throughout her, a silent desire inspired by the dream and pleasure she had 'felt' moments prior. Helpless, she was helpless of course, the woman could do whatever she wanted to her. She hated herself in that moment, felt her body was alien to her as she fought against the feelings. No, this was no dream, she could fight if it came to that, she wouldn't be helpless like that.
She left leaving her with her burning shameful body. She almost felt the desire to quietly pleasure herself, wondering if that relief would cause these strange visions to abate, but her honor refused. She eventually dragged herself to breakfast, glancing to Ilara as she was taken aside. "Oh? Questions?" She wanted to open up but was fearful she would just embarrass herself. "In truth I know so little, about your customs and your worship. Could you tell me more about the spirit your worship perhaps? I swear I would not reveal anything secret, but I find myself curious about your worship as well, and the way you go about it..."
Perhaps without revealing her hand she could find the answers she sought.