Thread: Slaves of the Illithid (Morathor and Kaybee)

Even as her orgasmic ecstasy faded, the sense of contentment did not. Fiera could have laid there forever, basking in the satisfaction of being useful and appreciated. Only, that wouldn't have been useful, and it wouldn't have been appreciated. He wanted much more from her than a few minutes of carnal pleasure, and she was eager to give it to him. Even so, her mind was foggy and her body was unsteady. Awkwardly, she lifted herself up onto her knees, planting her hands on the ground between them to balance herself. When she was sure she was steady, she reached back behind her and pried the shoes off her feet, then began crawling towards him, leaving her pants behind as she did. Her black eyes were fixed on the illithid's cock as she approached. 'Attend me' he had said, or rather, thought. And because they were more than words, they had carried meaning that might otherwise have been lost on Fiera. But understanding that he meant something sexual did not mean she knew what to do. He had taken the lead before, even if he had done so from within her mind, guiding her body step by step. She wasn't sure how to please him, but she was keen to try. She began to lick the shaft, as he had commanded her earlier. The taste and scent of cum, hers and his alike, was a heady reminder of the joy she had just experienced, and her body burned with anticipation of more. But now was not the time she had to answer his questions. This proved difficult to do, however, with her tongue on his cock. They, mm, they're ss--ahn, ss, smmff... they're... She paused, hesitating, then closed her eyes. He was in her head. She didn't need to speak she only needed to focus her thoughts so he could more easily pluck the ones he needed. She pressed her lips to the head of his cock, then began taking it into her mouth as she concentrated on her... associates. She had been analyzing them, just as she would an enemy--to compensate for their weaknesses, cover their blind spots. But now, perhaps, that information could serve a different purpose. They're strong. They're all much stronger than me. He might have severed the bonds of her loyalty, but Fiera's assessment of the other three had not changed. Combat. Mental fortitude. They will be much harder than I was. Not that she expected this to dissuade him he had decided what he wanted, and she would help him get it, but for that to work he needed accurate intel. Leilah Karim. Hand-to-hand specialist, exceptional coordination, timing, stamina. Preferred strategy focuses on counters, utilizing enemy momentum. Even without counters, offensive power quite high for unarmed combatant. Evasive skills also high, but durability only average. Flighty, restless, impatient. Tends to wander off by herself when situation not holding her attention. Fiera doubted if the others grasped that was why Leilah walked away, but she recognized the behavior on some level. There was some dread or misery that filled her mind the moment it was still, and while Fiera dealt with that by doubling down and focusing harder on her current situation, Leilah's response was simply to leave and look for something better. Lienna Rieza. Elemental mage, offensive power exceptional, excels in both ranged and area attacks. Sometimes employed ice-based restraints as well. Defense poor, attempts to compensate with preemptive strikes. Will push out of melee range with wind magic as last resort. Behaves recklessly when others are in danger. First inclination seems to be putting herself in danger instead. Fiera paused, pulling her mouth off of her master's cock to catch her breath. It would never have occurred to her to think of this as something to exploit, if only because she didn't have the talent to exploit it. But he did. Suspect very high libido. Very active sex life, multiple lovers. Fiera resumed licking her master's shaft as she turned her mind to the last. Lady Elyssa Devana. Holy knight, master swordsman, exceptional battlefield awareness and tactical insight. Augments weapon with holy power, especially destructive to undead, possibly others. She wasn't quite sure how Elyssa's divine power would interact with an illithid, but even if it didn't do much of anything, it was as fine a blade as any, and it cut through flesh quite well. But, that was hardly the biggest concern. This... was not going to be what her master wanted to hear, but he needed to know. Defenses appear impregnable. Adept at reading opponent's movements to avoid attacks. Armor covers little, but mostly for show body and mind both shielded by divine power. Not sure how to get through. That wasn't a good enough answer, she was sure of it. She had to think, there had to be something, something her master could use against Elyssa. She cared about her appearance, but not so much that it could distract her in battle. She often clashed bitterly with other nobles, but there were no nobles here--none whose status she would accept, anyway. There had to be something, there had to... ...insecure. Fiera remembered a conversation she'd had with the holy knight once. The details had been vague, but the feelings had seemed genuine. Feelings of doubt, inadequacy. Unclear as to source, but possibly useful. She hoped it would be enough. It was all she had to offer.