She shuddered. Astyria's arms were chained behind her to a large marble column so she was unable to fight the grotesque little monster leering at her.
If only I had one of my blades, I'd be free in a moment and that pathetic excuse for flesh would understand what it meant to face a noble sidhe!
But her swords were across the room, behind the boggle. Her magic was bound by painful chains of iron and the creature continued to stare.
She accepted the forced nudity. One of these foul things, while Astyria was still unconscious, took a very dull pair of scissors and crudely cut circles of fabric from her shirt, covering her breasts, and her leather skirt. It didn't bother her to be viewed in such a state, control or no. In fact she took it as a compliment that one would choose to admire her bountiful gifts with such passion. What she objected to was the creature which was doing the staring.
She had come across a roving band of the little beasts. Seeing her alone they became bold enough to attempt an attack. The sidhe are well known for their magic and for good reason. Between her weapon prowess and her magical skill she had nearly all of them dead. Then the boggles demonstrated the true fears of the powerful elves; numeric superiority. While she was slaughtering a dozen of it's brethren a single bastard snuck behind her to deliver an incapacitating blow.
The leering boggle turned more fully towards her. It's tongue darted out in her direction. She knew it had a very highly advanced sense of taste and was probably scenting the air much like a snake. Given the heights that its tongue danced at she was beginning to get nervous. Astyria wouldn't willingly touch one of these vile creatures to shake its hand, to think of those same hands pawing at her, or worse that slime covered tongue, sent a fresh shiver of dread racing through her.
It walked right up to her. She tried to kick it, only to discover her feet had been similarly chained. The thing grinned and grunted something in its primitive language. She simply shook her head and shrugged. She never bothered to learn the languages of such creatures,
after all they're beneath my notice
, she thought sarcastically.
"You! Miiiiiiine." Its basic drawled out. "Me lead tribe. Tribe take you. Now me take you!" For a creature with a limited vocabulary in basic it certainly seemed to understand the double meaning of certain words. A slow trail of thick slime began to inch upward from her naval.
Goddess, I'll do anything for you if you keep this monster from within me!
She shuddered anew, its tongue had reached her breasts and was carefully tracing the underside of them. She tried to bend or twist away from its touch but each time she moved it countered. It maintained the advantage by sidestepping with every turn. Where she was shackled to a column it had full freedom of movement.
The slimy, almost prehensile, tongue began to snake around her right breast. She was vaguely aware of a tingling sensation coming from somewhere in her body. She immediately discounted her groin, it was a similar sensation to the lust she had spawned before but it felt somehow artificial. Besides it came from somewhere slightly higher on her body then that. The tongue finished its trek. In through the torn fabric of her shirt it maneuvered to completely encircle her breast. She expelled breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Something was very wrong. She was having difficulty breathing. Her eyes flew wide when she contemplated the source of her discomfort.
The beast's saliva! At the very least it's anesthetic, possibly even narcotic!
The horror of the realization quickened her breathing further.
The wrap of the tongue began to tighten. As the soft flesh began to squeeze inward a slight jolt worked its way through her body. She told herself it was merely the chemical properties of the viscous spit but could not long deny the beast had some degree of talent. Slowly, as the tongue continued to constrict, it began to slide forward. Finally it was pressing firmly a small circle surrounding her areola. She forced her breath to remain even. She refused to advertise any arousal to the monster. As if to mock her attempts at concealment the tip of its tongue shifted away from her supple flesh and flicked back and forth in front of her face. The reminder was clear, it was able to taste the barest hint of emotion flowing from her. The slightest reaction and it knew. It could literally taste her arousal.
Down the tongue darted. She gasped in pleasure, giving up any pretense of deception, as it battered her engorged nipple. Eyes full of hatred burned towards the beast but it's attention was down, focused completely on her body. She followed its gaze and nearly panicked. Her entire breast was now covered in the thick slime. The slightest shift of its tongue, the hint of a breeze, sent a chill racing through her as she reacted to the chemical euphoria.
She was released from its grip, but only a temporary reprieve as the tongue curled back into its wide mouth
