Ysabel's face held a hardened beauty, the kind forged through countless battles. Her hazel eyes matched her long black ponytail.
Her long eyelashes twitched with each word Lyssandra spoke. Her refined nose seemed to snort at every statement. Full lips, devoid of lipstick, pressed into a stubborn line.
Her body was lean and defined, shaped by constant training and movement. Clean lines of muscle traced her arms and abdomen, not bulky, but unmistakably strong.
Lyssandra reached forward, her fingers deftly cutting away the cloth wrap binding Ysabel's chest.
The magic happened.
A pair of impossibly large breasts burst free the moment the wrap released them. The dark pink areolas contrasted sharply against her tanned skin, while the lighter nipples hardened rapidly as cold air surged through the dungeon.
Ysabel's breath hitched, her chest heaving.
Lyssandra's gaze traveled downward over her toned belly to the long, powerful legs and thick thighs.
With deliberate care, Lyssandra pulled away the white loincloth, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair above Ysabel's intimate area.
"What are you doing?! Unhand me now!" Ysabel commanded, her voice firm despite her compromising position.
"Not so fast, who would've thought that under that straining layer of cold armor was this beauty?"
Lyssandra cooed as she rubbed her face between Ysabel's huge breasts.
"N-no, w-what are you… doing?"
Ysabel's voice broke, her nipples scratching against Lyssandra's cheek.
"Will you tell me what you're doing in this place?"
Lyssandra's tongue flicked out, softly grazing Ysabel's nipple.
"N-never!"
Ysabel groaned, her body tensing as that small touch sent unwanted shivers through her.
"Come on, honey, you can tell me. Don't you trust me?"
[Alluring Feint] activated, Lyssandra's eyes changed to heart shape.
Lyssandra's voice became impossibly soft, impossibly sweet.
It was like honey poured over silk, designed to make anyone's ears melt.
Ysabel's eyes slowly unfocused.
"I-I… we… no!"
But just as quickly as the haze came, it vanished in a flash.
Ysabel's gaze sharpened instantly, returning to her normal steadfast emotion.
'Probably the difference in level was too high, that my skill failed.'
Lyssandra realized with some frustration.
"Even if you torture or kill me, I won't say a word*"
Ysabel groaned under the continuous attacks on her hardened nipples, her cheeks flushed bright red, her eyes unfocused, her mouth slightly parting.
Slurp.
Lyssandra sucked loudly on one of Ysabel's nipples, the wet sound echoing through the cell.
"But don't you worry about…" She chewed gently on the abused nipple again. "…your…prin…cess?"
With each word that left her mouth, another gentle chew followed.
"P-prin…cess?! H-how did you know?!"
Ysabel's voice became labored, her breathing heavy. Between her legs, a slow leak of nectar began.
"Don't you dare touch her! The royal army won't stop until this place is razed to the ground to find her!"
Ysabel took a deep breath before forcing out those words.
"If you endure the trial I'm about to put you through without uttering a single word, I will set both of you free.""
Lyssandra whispered into Ysabel's ear, her breath tickling the sensitive skin.
"I told you, even if you torture me, I won't say a thing!"
Ysabel's voice remained steadfast.
"I didn't say it was torture. Come on, it will be fun."
Lyssandra stepped back, facing Ysabel directly.
"W-what do you mean? What wor…?*"
Ysabel's question was cut short by a sudden finger plunging into her vagina.
"EEK!"
"Exactly like that sound!"
Lyssandra removed her digit, now coated in a layer of transparent juice. She brought it to her lips and sucked on it with vigor.
"Delicious! So do you agree?"
She asked, her eyes glinting with dark amusement.
"Just to be clear, you do your thing and I won't say a word, then you will leave me and my young lady free?"
Ysabel's mind was still lingering on the sensation.
"Yep, so, you ready?"
Lyssandra confirmed as she stepped closer.
"Fine, do your worst!" Ysabel said, closing her eyes and bracing herself for what was to come.
She kept waiting and waiting in the dark, but nothing happened.
'Did she not start? Or did she give up? I hope she just stopped toying with me.'
Ysabel thought. as she slowly opened one of her eyes.
Before her still stood that beautiful face, pretty enough to make anyone's heart skip a beat.
Those lustrous lips…
Suddenly, they got closer, sealing her own lips.
"Umm?"
Her mind went blank, questions popping up inside her head.
'What is she doing?'
'Why did she kiss me?'
'I don't even like girls, but this…'
Ysabel's eyes widened so big they seemed like they might fall out.
'…but this is not that bad.'
The sensation was strange, not that kind of bad but a good strange, she thought.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she let herself fall into the soft lips of her captor.
The kiss was innocent at first, lips on lips, mouth tasting mouth.
But then, the wicked tongue of Lyssandra parted Ysabel's lips, penetrating and wreaking havoc inside.
Schlup.
Ysabel's eyes opened again, this time filled with astonishment.
'Her tongue? What is she doing? She already took my first kiss and now…?'
Lyssandra's tongue was long and soft, curling around Ysabel's tongue as they wrestled for dominance before brushing against her gums, tasting her saliva.
Their saliva streaked down in line after line, wetting their chins.
"So sweet, so good, I want….more…*'
Ysabel thought as her tongue kept drawing in more of Lyssandra's saliva, gulping with everything inside her.
Lyssandra kissed until Ysabel's lips were slightly swollen and red, before finally releasing her head.
"Feels good?"
Lyssandra asked.
Ysabel just turned her face away, her cheeks flushed bright red.
"Don't want to comment on it? You're hurting me, you know."
Lyssandra's voice became sultry as she displayed a distressed face.
'No… it wasn't like that. I can't talk, remember?'
Ysabel quickly turned her face back, looking at the seemingly hurting girl in front of her.
"How about this?"
Lyssandra crept closer again.
This time, her long tongue sneaked out, first licking Ysabel's lower lip, then trailing down her chin.
'AAHhhh!'
The tongue wiggled slowly down her neck, the agonizingly slow movement stoking the fire inside Ysabel.
Her legs and thighs rubbed together, trying to keep the fire inside from spilling out.
The devilish tongue continued its journey down, from her neck to her right breast. It flicked the nipple, then trailed to the other side, repeating the motion.
It moved down over her defined abs. Lyssandra placed a kiss on each muscle before trailing lower and dipping her tongue into Ysabel's navel, drawing a shudder from her.
The trained guard was doing her best not to say anything, her eyes squeezed shut to fight against the sensation.
Looking up at her, Lyssandra smirked as her tongue continued its path, lower and lower.
'No, not down there, please.'
Ysabel's thoughts were in complete disarray as the tongue got closer to her clit.
It drew a circle around the enlarging flesh bean before delivering a sharp, stinging flick.
This time Ysabel's body spasmed so violently that it pushed Lyssandra away as she sprayed her face with a steady stream of translucent liquid. She came.
The liquid coated Lyssandra's face as she tilted her head back, her mouth opening wide to catch the stream. Her hands cupped beneath her chin to gather every stray drop.
Ysabel's orgasm was so strong and prolonged that the volume filled Lyssandra's mouth to the point where it flowed out from the corners of her lips.
A big gulp followed as Lyssandra drank the delicious liquid down her throat.
'Why did she drink that? It was dirty!'
Ysabel looked at the sensual sight in front of her, then questioned her own eyes.
But she couldn't deny that it was hot. So hot that her pussy was leaking more and more down her leg.
"That was good, I reckon? Let's continue then."
Lyssandra smiled as her head moved closer to Ysabel's crotch.
'No, don't come close, I don't want to experience that feeling anymore. I'll lose!'
Ysabel thought as she frantically shook her head left and right in an attempt to stop this sinful creature from reaching her.