Zuri knew that teasing Kassandra was a dangerous game, but she couldn't help herself. She was, technically, still a priestess of Shallya, albeit one who spent most of her time with bandits and thieves. Half the wanted posters in Aversol had the face of Kassandra Westerlark upon them. Distracting a notorious outlaw with barely-disguised flirtation? Why, for one such as Zuri who served the goddess of healing and mercy, that might actually be a holy act.
(The only reason why she remained an actual priestess, Zuri knew, was that the others in the church hierarchy were too merciful and forgiving to outright disown her. That, and they were probably scared shitless of Kassandra.)
So she sashayed a little more than usual, let her robes fall open just slightly more than proper, and was delighted when, late that evening, Kassandra simply swept her up, threw her over her shoulder, and carried her back to her tent.
"You," the bandit chieftain growled, "are utterly impossible." She tossed the squealing priestess gently down onto the blankets.
"Wah!" Zuri flopped around, affecting as innocent a look as possible. "What are we going to do on the bed?"
With a feral grin, Kassandra gently pushed on Zuri's shoulders until the priestess was lying flat on her back. "I think," she purred, "that we're going to remind you about the importance of
discipline
."
Zuri squirmed around as much as she was able. "Ooh, I'm so scared," she said, not bothering to hide the way that her hips were grinding up against her superior. "Now what? And," she said, "don't even think about fucking around all night, okay, Leah is still recovering from that time she tried showing off during a raid and I need to check on her first thing in the morning."
Kassandra rolled her eyes. "I know, I know. Those draenei farmers are surprisingly tough."
"Tell me about it." Zuri sighed. "It's always me who has to pick up the pieces afterwards when something goes wrong." Thinking about it, her smile slowly returned. "At least we got decent loot off 'em, right?"
"Yeah." The local farmers didn't usually have much gold, but the successful ones tended to be worth the effort. And you never knew when you might get lucky.
"Hey," Zuri said, squirming around a bit until she could reach up and poke Kassandra on the chest, "you're going to be careful when you're out there doing the ol' hit and run, yeah? I worry myself when you get delayed. Just," poke poke poke, "make sure you always come back to me."
Kassandra did not do a very good job at dodging. "Alright, that's it." Zuri was fairly agile, but trapped as she was it was short work for her boss to seize her wrists and hold her still.
"Took you long enough!" Zuri felt that being subtle about her teasing at this point would've been pointless.
"Mhm, fuck me for taking it slow." Sometimes it slipped past Zuri just how strong Kassandra was. It was a bit of a reminder when the outlaw chieftain shifted around so that she had both of Zuri's wrists grasped in one hand. With the other, she groped around inside a nearby box.
"There we are." Withdrawing her hand triumphantly, Kassandra drew out several silk scarves.
Zuri lay back and relaxed as she let herself be bound. There was a reason why Kassandra, several weeks ago, had given orders to find a real bed for the encampment. Apart from being nice to sleep on, the bedposts made things so much more convenient for little games like these.
"Be sure to get it tight," Zuri reminded Kassandra. Kassandra ignored her. They used silk for a reason: it was less prone to chafing, true, but also while the marks of hard use would be readily apparent on others of fair complexion, any injury would be much more difficult to notice on Zuri's skin. Kassandra was constantly worried about accidentally hurting her, especially with how enthusiastic Zuri got in the heat of the moment, and was always very careful with the restraints.
Personally, Zuri thought it was cute.
"Aaaand done," Kassandra said, sitting back. "Everything feel alright?"
Zuri gave a couple of exploratory tugs on the scarves which kept her quite firmly secured to the bed. "Yep. Can't hardly move an inch." She loved being tied spread-eagle. For one thing, it gave her something to hold onto.
"Good." Kassandra didn't bother with binding her feet, since she was straddling her waist anyways. "Now," she said, "remember what I said about learning discipline?
Those fingers were caressing her face, drifting across Zuri's neck and along her arms. She let out a nervous giggle. "Oh nooo."
"Oh yes." Zuri clamped her lips shut as Kassandra idly began running her fingers up to Zuri's wrists before they began their circuit back down. "It's been awhile since we've done this."
She wasn't going to react, she wasn't going to say anything, she was going to resist for as long as possible. As always. But this got harder and harder to remember as Kassandra's fingers swirled closer and closer to their mark.
When Kassandra quirked her fingertips into the hollows of her underarms, Zuri fell apart completely.
Zuri knew that most people who were deathly ticklish would shriek with forced mirth and quickly descend into the most pitiful begging. That was the case with, for example, the caravan leader who had pretended that her entire cargo was rough linen from the hinterland. Kassandra spent several hours happily punishing the unfortunate orc girl once they'd discovered the gems hidden in a secret compartment. Shortly afterwards, they'd sold the former caravan leader to a mistress who had seemed greatly interested in their story, greatly supplementing their profit from that particular raid.
But Kassandra, from many a long night's experimentation, had discovered that Zuri was different. After the first few moments, any sustained tickle torture would quickly send her into silent laughter. It was, they'd figured, a side effect of just how sensitive she was, that only a few touches could drive her beyond being able to speak.
"Not laughing? What's the matter, not ticklish anymore?" Kassandra taunted her. It was like a ritualized part of their game. So was the next bit, where Zuri, shoulders shaking but unable to make much of a sound, made a rude gesture with one of her hands.
"Bad girl." The admonition sent tingles down Zuri's spine. "You know what comes next."
Most priestesses of Shallya wore robes that were at least theoretically modest. Zuri was no different, although her attire was a little bit nonstandard in its design. Short-sleeved, which helped when Kassandra was in a playful mood, and loose enough so that undoing the ties at the front was simple. Simple enough for Kassandra to manage it with her teeth while those fingers of hers kept Zuri in a state of tortured bliss.
