Filliandari
As they plowed into the more powerful creatures, Filli found herself slaughtering them with ease. Barbed demons, ogres, firbolgs, and shadow fiends all fell quickly to her spells. It helped that they charged in recklessly, but her keen eyes also noticed that Eris was dancing among them, hamstringing, stabbing, and throwing potent but not lethal cantrips into any openings. He was actually weakening them before they got to her...
Not being totally blind or ignorant, Filli quickly came to understand that he was letting her win his little "bet" and couldn't bring herself to mind even a little bit. Just the momentary distraction of imagining what those wonderfully warm hands could do if they touched... everywhere, was enough that she missed a beat, allowing a demon to get a lucky hit on her, before she rebuked it with her holy radiance.
Down the hallway, Filli heard Eris chuckle. Soon enough the fight was over. It was not much worse than upstairs, thanks to Eris actively helping this time, but it was when they reached the Silver doors of the Boss that he dropped a bomb on her. "It appears you have won. So, a new bet... If you land the killing blow, you can and must tell me exactly how you are liking my indentured massage. If I slay the beast, you can offer no word or deed for or against my massage."
If she 'won', she had to vocalize how he made her feel... but if he wins, she had to let him do whatever he wanted...
Before she could reply, he threw open the doors and revealed the towering form of a four-armed Glabrezu. This was not on the locals' list, as most didn't travel this deep, and both of them froze with shock for a moment.
"Oh," Eris said stupidly, "Shit." He charged in and started blasting away at it with force and acid, his usual fire and frost routine worthless against the higher form of demon. The Glabrezu, of course, only spared him a third of its rapid attacks and spells, focusing on Filli with blind hate.
Now that Eris was taking an active role in the battle, Filli fully embraced her role as meat shield, throwing up one ward after another, healing the strikes that land and otherwise trying to endure the onslaught, only sparing the occasional attack when she had a sure opening to do so without putting the ultimate goal at risk - getting out in one piece.
They danced around and battered the True Demon until its strength was diminished. It snarled at her, "The Master will enjoy you, priestess," before Eris severed both hamstrings, dropping the fiend to its knees. Then the Arcane Trickster hesitated to take the finishing blow, leaving Filli an opening... if she wanted it.
She surrendered this to Eris, leaning over and resting her hands on her knees as she panted with exertion. There could be no denying that she could
use
a massage after the beating she'd taken from the demon and its underlings.
Eris slit the Glabrazu's throat and let it fall. Within moments it was reabsorbed into the dungeon. The tiefling didn't even look at the hoard, moving to secure the door and damned if Eris wasn't whistling as he laid their bedrolls atop each other for extra padding...
Filli him in, watching his cheerful movement around the room, filled with such purpose, and her body tensed with anticipation. Still, there was a question she felt she must ask... after all, the demon's reaction to her must have been very telling, and it wasn't like her existence was a deeply guarded secret...
"Eris... do you know who I am? Really?"
"Of course... I told you that already. Honey Pot. I knew it was you." He grinned without reservation, but she could see in his eyes, he
wanted
her to be his Filly, wanted her to not have to be the Savior. Not with him.
Her smile had a sad tilt from his evasive answer, but she accepted it, and pulled off her robe and bra plate, leaving her bra in place while waiting for him to direct her on how to proceed.
"For this, my dear, the greaves simply must go." Eris sat on the steps of the dias the demon should have been waiting for them on if it had not sensed Filli. From there, he watched her with unabashed interest.
Filli remained facing him, although her innocent shyness pushed her eyes down, turning away, afraid to see his expression as she fumbled with the ties on the armor, wincing when they came free all at once and the armor clattered on the floor.
Eris smiled as he looked down and said, "The bra..."
She then heard sweet swaying music and when she looked, she saw he was blowing into a flute. Her vast travels over the years had brought her to the southern lands where men would play such tunes to encourage snakes to sway and turn, but Filli was afraid.
Afraid to make a fool of herself in her utter inexperience and crushing uncertainty. Hoping he would be happy enough with her taking the prompt in general, she did shuffle in a small turn, but it could just as well have been a bashful move as she reached back and unhooked her bra. Granted, now he got his first look at her unarmored butt, with its full shape, though without the firm roundness that would come with exercise.
Nevertheless, Eris continued playing, watching her with adoring eyes and a comforting smile. She hadn't danced... and she only had one piece of clothing left...
Lacking any cues to follow, Filli swallowed hard, her anxiety building, before she removed that final piece of clothing, revealing her untouched body in its entirety and giving him a moment to appreciate her butt, before completing the turn. The bush between her legs was untrimmed and had the softness of never having been shaved. Turning her eyes up to look at Eris, her eyes practically begged him to say or do something. Anything.
He took in her soft white body in all its glory. The room fell silent as he dropped his flute, his mouth agape, before he stuttered out, "Fillindari... you are enchantingly beautiful..." There was no sarcasm or his normal rakish charm in his voice. Instead, it was a simple statement of sincere adoration of her as a woman, not an idol... and an unconscious acknowledgement that he knew her for who she really was.
The solid confirmation that he was aware of her identity was both agony and relief, and both feelings conflicted in her expression, as she whispered the only proper response to a genuine compliment when given.
"Thank you."
Eris rose and sauntered over to her, smiling as he returned to his normal tone of voice, "I believe I won the last bet. Silence and no complaint or resistance, or else you shall be my slave for all eternity!" He declared. Before Filli could protest, he raised his eyebrows and put a finger on her lips. Then he drew the finger across her lips and down her cheek to trace her neck as he paced around her. "I am going to be very. Very. Thorough, in my massage. There will be nothing I don't stroke, kneed, and caress. You can neither speak, nor resist. But!" He declared dramatically as he stepped back in front of her. "If you want me to stop, I will," he concluded solemnly, "Nod if you agree..."
Her lips twisted to the side. How was she supposed to let him know she wants him to stop if she's not allowed to speak? But she took the speech for the joke she was sure (or hoped?) it was, and nodded once, unable to deny that she really, really wanted him to touch everything, everywhere, all at once, propriety be damned.
"On your belly. Feet shoulders width apart. Arms above your head." It was a modest position... but with her legs parted, also so vulnerable.
She laid down on the bedrolls, closing her eyes as her face buried itself into the softness beneath her, hiding her blush as her legs parted, exposing the slightest hint of pink beneath the fuzz.
Filli heard rustling, before his robe dropped beside her. Then his leather armor.. his pants...
The memory that her mind so very helpfully conjured of the 'baton' between his legs, had her face digging deeper into the bedrolls and her eyes squeezing shut while a blush colored her thoroughly enough to touch her ears with red.
A very soft rustle told her that a smaller cloth item had fallen to the floor... He straddled and kneeled down to rest on her round bottom, and she found her smooth crack was suddenly the bun to a large sausage. Despite being enveloped in his heat as he rested atop her, Filli started to shiver, her mind and body struggling to cope with this new reality.
Then his hands reached up, sliding his member along her smooth flesh with the movement, and he began to rock as he massaged sensually into her shoulders. This was a sensual massage, not therapeutic. As he kneaded into her shoulders, so wonderfully, his member stroked along her enticingly.
Pure, wonderful bliss enveloped Filli as he began to touch her, and the shivering calms quickly, replaced by utter relaxation as she silently reveled in the wonder that was glorious
physical