Bora's breathing quickened.
Heat seamed to spread out from her insides.
Suddenly, every sensation seemed to be more intense. The unyielding feel of the metal shackles on her wrist, the roughness of the gag on her lips, it's fowl taste, Cliona's breath on her skin, and the sensual, calculating tracing of her boney fingers on her body, the cool air of the dungeon only making the rising warmth within her more intense...
Bora raised her chin, ever so slightly. She could swear she was able to feel even the eerie glow of the torches that lit this cursed torture chamber...
Muckerman
2022-08-07 15:43:22 +0000 UTCmarkus baur
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