All tied up

Elwynn Forest seemed quiet as a Night Elf moved along the trees. She was jumping from branch to branch, keeping away from landing on the grass below her. This had been the first time she had ever been to this area of the Eastern Kingdom, and was told she could find associates and possibly some information.

Even for a Night Elf she was scantily clad. Basic linen covered her breasts and hips, while a long cloak whipped behind her in the wind. Tattoos were drawn in the pattern of runes that made even more intricate designs along her skin. Her leather hide shoes allowed her to keep a grip on the branches as she continued to move westward, by-passing the small settlement she thought was Goldshire. Cerine didn’t want to waste any time making it to Stormwind Keep and the Teldrassil representatives that might know about her pendant and shed some light on her family and who she was.

Stopping, she perched carefully on a branch, squatting down so she could balance herself with her hands while she looked over the area. In the distance, about 50 yards away was a small farmstead with humans walking around, clad in similar crimson garments and patrolling the area.

Cerine watched them before dropping to the ground at the base of the tree without even rustling the leaves and grass. Her cloak wrapping around her, she stood slowly, trying to get her bearings. There was a rustle behind her, and before she could turn, something hit her in the back of the head.

The tattoed Night Elf dropped to the grass, out cold as someone stood over her.

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Her head feeling like a stag had kicked her, Cerine rolled it around, trying to make the throbbing pain stop. She tried to touch her temple, for the pressure points located there, but her arms wouldn’t respond. She tried again, and once more her arms didn’t seem to respond to her. But it felt more like they were restrained. Forcing to open her eyes, her vision was blurry due to the knock to her head, but it soon started to clear up. She was in a room made of wood. A dresser was off to the side with a mirror, reflecting the other wall and a small window. There was a door frame off to the side which was open and she thought she heard voices down the hall.

Cerine realized she was in someone’s cabin, or house. She couldn’t tell the size of the structure from this one room. She looked at her arms and it snapped her back to her current predicament. Her arms were bound at the wrist and tied to the headboard. Her legs weren’t restricted as such, but that still left her at a disadvantage. What was worse was that her clothing was missing! She was completely nude showing where her tattoos were drawn near her intimate spots.

Some of her tattoos were drawn around the contours of her body as well as design. Runes around her chest extended up and around her breasts, curling in around her nipples and then stretching down her stomach. More Rune patters dotted her legs, back, neck, arms and a few on her face, mixing with her natural Elven markings around her eyes.

She struggled against her bindings, her head still too foggy and hurting for her to use any spells effectively, if at all. It was then that she heard footsteps down the hall just outside the room. Cerine pulled at her restraints but was unable to get them to move, someone came at the door and she looked at who it was.

The being was human, his pale skin and reduced ears was evidence of that. The clothing he wore looked mostly leather with underlayers of cloth beneath. This human also wore a mask of cloth that covered his face from his nose down.

The Defias bandit lord smirked under his mask. “So it seems that luck smiles on me today,”

Cerine kept her mouth shut and tried to remove her bonds. She could understand some of what the human was saying, but it was the tone of his voice and how he carried himself that worried her.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen a Night Elf like this before. Quite remarkable. I’m glad my scout decided to suck up to me today and bring you here…” He started to walk closer to her and stood next to the bed. With a hand he reached out and cupped her brest.

A shiver went through Cerine’s body and she squirmed under his touch. The man seemed to send signals through her body that she didn’t understand with the way he touched her.

“Soft, not quite full, but I suppose you’ll do,” He moved his hand to use a pair of fingers to pinch her nipple and roll it between them. Her body reacted again, and she let out a Taur-ahe curse, but this only seemed to encourage the Bandit lord. “Senstitive? That’ll make thinks more interesting.”

He let go of her breast and walked over to one of the dressers and dug around. Pulling out a jar he set it on top of the dresser before removing his armor and the cloth underneath. Cerine could feel her blood rushing to her cheeks. She had never experienced anything like this. Being sheltered from the rest of your kind had that effect, especially when your only communication with another sentient being was an aging Tauren.

The Bandit lord finished removing his garments and grabbed the jar before returning to the bed. He sat next to her, but Cerine scooted away as much as she could with her arms tied to the head board.

“Get, back here,” he snarled. Placed the jar down and grabbed her hips before pulling them back and then sitting on her chest to keep her immobilized. She continued to resist, but Cerine had lost the pivit point she needed and didn’t’ have the momentum to dislodge him from on top of her. Well there was that, and the thing from between his legs now resting between her breasts that had her curious but also confused as to what was going on.

The Bandit lord took the jar, slipped off the cap and used two fingers to extract a smooth, almost jelly-like substance from it. He put the lid back on with his other hand and then spread the substance onto his other fingers and hand. With a slow motion, he started to rub the salve into her skin, starting with her breasts. He rocked them in a massaging way, rotating them around as he worked the substance into her skin. She could feel her breasts being used like bread dough and even felt them wrap around his erection which felt warm and pulsated with his heartbeat.

This continued and a strange feeling washed over her. Cerine’s body began to get very hot and she wanted to relieve the heat. She rubbed her legs against each other as she felt the effects of whatever he was using on her. The salve seemed to be activating her Runes as well, not empowering a spell, but enough to start each rune pattern to glow with a faint red.

The salve lubricated her breasts, causing the rouge’s erection to slide between her breasts as he kneaded them around his own member, sliding one breast one way, and the other breast the reverse. Cerine could feel the bandit’s heartbeat through every pulsation as the flesh of her breasts slid against his throbbing member. She moaned, trying to rub her legs together to get to the heat which was pooling at her groin. Juices were leaking from her, soaking the bed that she was being pinned on.

Rocking his hips back and forth, the bandit wrapped her breasts around his erection, using his fingers to tease Cerine’s nipples. The salve made her breasts slick as his erection slid in between her breasts with every motion of his hips. Cerine could feel the heat within her clouding her mind as she stared at the head of the bandit’s erection as it appeared and disappeared between the flesh of her breasts.

Every full thrust brought it close to her face. She could feel an urge to arch her neck forward and taste it, to slide her tongue over it and then take it into her mouth. It was starting to leak though, a small bead of liquid formed at the small slit at the front of the head. She continued to watch it, as the bandit rocked his hips and used his fingers to roll her nipples in small circular motions.

As he started to thrust forward, she arched forward, mouth open and tongue out, to try and taste his member. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, or why. Instinctively she just wanted to taste him, to take him into her mouth, to feel the heat and pulsations of his erection on her tongue. Her sudden motion made him jump slightly, and she missed. His erection slid against her face, the head near her forehead and scrotum near her lips. He was close though, and Cerine licked the layer of skin that held the bandit’s testicles before wrapping her lips around the base of his erection, kissing it.

“So,” he commented, pinching her nipples and making the Night Elf gasp. “You want this, don’t you?” He flexed his erection, lightly tapping Cerine’s face.

Her response was winded, with her mind too clouded with desire and ecstasy to form a coherent sentence. This only spurred on the bandit as he slid back and held his pulsating member mere inches from her lips.

“It’s right here,” he teased, a smirk under his mask. “Take it. Suck on it. Lick it.” He teasingly flexed it, making it bounce in front of her.

So she did.

Cerine opened her mouth, taking the bandit’s erection into her mouth. Her saliva mixing with the salve that he had rubbed on her breasts. It tasted odd, like some plant leaves mixed with sap, but she didn’t care. Her mind was elsewhere as she slid her lips up and down on the head of the erection, tasting the precum that had come off of the tip of the head. Her tongue rolled around the lower part of the member, feeling the blood vessels and the heartbeat of the bandit.

Her rune tattoos were glowing brighter now, as the effect of the salve was taking a greater hold. She sucked faster, taking in as much of the erection as she could, nearly reaching the base with her lips. Cerine’s eyes were closed as she lost herself in the sensation that sucking on the bandit was giving her. Her juices were flowing from her, as she tried to relieve the sensation growing between her legs.

She sucked on the head like candy, as the bandit took the jar once more. He used two fingers to get a healthy amount of the salve. Placing the jar on the bed he reached back and searched for her groin. His hand found the folds of her flesh between her legs, and the Night Elf’s eyes snapped opened, her protest mumbled by the bandit inside her mouth.

“Oh yes,” he said as he slid the fingers with the salve on them inside her. “This is going to be very enjoyable.”

He rubbed the salve inside the folds of her groin, her wetness allowing him a slick penetration to rub the substance inside of her. As his fingers rubbed her inner walls, Cerine sucked harder on the erection, but there was less of her sliding along it willingly, and more of the bandit thrusting his hips and the erection sliding into her mouth.

She was being stimulated right at where she was the most sensitive. The strange salve affecting her straight at the source of her heat, making it unbearable. Having the bandit’s fingers inside her, feeling around and stroking the walls made her build up faster. Her mind was lost to the ecstasy as she just sucked the bandit’s erection, even as he seemed to throb more with every thrust. Her lips tightened around the head of his erection as his fingers touched a real sensitive spot within her.

It was enough.

The bandit tensed up as his erection exploded in Cerine’s mouth. A thick substance squirted into her mouth as his member flexed, pouting more and more. Soon there was too much, and she swallowed reflexively. The substance tasted bitter, kind of salty, and seemed to stay in mucus-like clumps as it rolled down the back of her throat. Then the bandit pulled back, his erection still throbbing, and the substance came out more, white and in spurts as it landed on her face. It was warm, and after the last bit landed on her cheek, the erection continued to throb in front of her.

The bandit’s hand continued to work inside of her. Stirring her loins and causing her to get wetter and wetter, flowing from her. He slid his fingers out, the salve dissolved within her, with her juice on his fingers. Using those fingers, he whipped off his cum off of her cheek and slid it into her mouth, letting her taste herself mixed with him. In her dazed state, she licked the fingers clean.

The bandit smiled under his mask. “You like the taste of yourself mixed with me don’t you? Don’t worry, you’ll get to feel that inside you soon enough.”

Cerine was only able to gasp for breath. His cum had run out of the corner of her mouth and there was still some on her face. Her runes were glowing a deep red and she gasped, her loins burning and begging for release.

The bandit started rubbing her groin again, causing Cerine to thrust her hips up and roll them, trying to get him back inside her, to hit her sensitive areas again.

“We’re only just getting started…WHAT?!” The bandit leader’s claim was interrupted by the crackling of raw power and the screams of some of his men. “What the hell’s going on out there?!”

“Someone’s taking out all our guys!” came a response from someone as they ran down the hall, passing by the door.

“Damnit!” the leader said, before hastily grabbing some armor and heading out to help.

He stopped at the door and looked back at Cerine, who was still under the effect of the salve and a light sweat on her skin. Runes glowing a bright red.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll be back to continue shortly.”

Cerine couldn’t reply. Her mind was so clouded from the blow earlier, the desire rising in her body, and the ecstasy she felt less than a moment ago. She watched as the bandit left, her body numbed and weakened from the salve on her breasts and inside her. The sounds from outside only those of the bandits shouting and the explosions. Such sounds echoed up the hallway, until there was silence. Only the sound of Cerine’s heavy breathing met her ears, until footfalls were coming up the stairs. She was vulnerable, had no idea who was coming up the stairs, if it was the Bandit lord coming back, or whoever was attacking the house.

Her mind was fuzzy, clouded, difficult to concentrate on anything but the heat continuing to build inside her and someone coming towards the room where she was still tied up.