Tales of Somneria - Episode 5-4: Around the CampTales of Somneria
Around the Campfire
The first sensation that returned to Fiona was touch. She felt something pressed against her cheek, fingers combing through her hair. She mumbled, stirring slowly, not wanting to wake up. Couldn’t she just stay asleep? It felt so nice, being stroked, having her hair brushed… She could just nod off…
“...akey wakey…” a soft voice cooed, slowly pulling Fiona out of unconsciousness. “C’mon, wake up sleepy…” it persisted, soft and feminine.
“Mmm…” Fiona mumbled. “D...don’t wanna…” she slurred, brows furrowing.
The sound of laughter, a different voice. “C’mon, Fiona. We’re safe now.”
Safe? Why wouldn't she be - Fiona gasped, suddenly bolting upright. “What? Where? I… Ohhh..” Fiona moaned
Tales of Somneria - Episode 5-3: Escape!Tales of Somneria
Escape from the Estate
“Mgnf… Mgrmgnmff!” Song the Kitsune grumbled, shaking her head back and forth as she struggled to shake her gag off.
”Damn them! This thing’s tight!” She thought to herself, tipping herself over and using the floor to scrape at the cloth tied around her head. ”I am NOT dying here. And neither is anybody else! Tied up or not, we are getting out of here!” Unlike Mercy, whose resolve had been completely eroded by the sight of Lunaria’s brutal treatment, Song had been reinvigorated. Her struggles had doubled the moment the trio were left alone, and she violently squirmed and wriggled in her tight bonds, tail swishing back and forth as she tried to pull something loose.
Suddenly, Song heard and felt the telltale sound of cloth ripping - she’d done it! With a scrape, she’d torn into the side of the cloth gag. W
Tales of Somneria - Episode 5-2: Slaver's SnareTales of Somneria
The door opened, and in walked a feminine figure, an even more feminine form cradled limply in her arms. The black-haired woman in quilted armor, hair a messy ponytail, sauntered somewhat lustily towards her cot in the Estate, located in her private quarters. In her arms was her prize, and she had been allowed by her employer, the Young King, a brief moment of indulgence with the object of her admiration - Song, the Kitsune thief.
Her name was Tricia - her blonde twin sister, Alina, and her were mercenaries, currently under the employ of the master kidnapper. Tricia was by far the more enthusiastic worker, of course. After all, “do what you love,” right? And if there was one thing she loved, it was the domination of women - particularly such lovely women as the Young King always picked - into meek and mewling submission. Perhaps it was because she herself had never been beautiful, just
Tales of Somneria - Episode 5-1: On the RoadTales of Somneria
On the Road
The town of Devrin, small and unnoteworthy save its relative proximity to the Nenib Desert - and by extension, the Denin Empire - was a quiet place. The tavern there, the Soursand Inn, was also quiet. It was rare for any commotion of any sort to occur there, and it was just far enough away from any major trade routes to even make the arrival of adventurers a sparse occurrence.
That was not the case this day, however, as the dusty, unkempt wooden doors of the Soursand opened. In stepped a figure that would’ve turned eyes in even the most populace and diverse of cities, let alone this isolated little town. As it was, there were only two pairs of eyes to turn as the womanly figure stepped in.
She was tall, over six feet and nearing another half. A very good portion of that was legs, her willowy limbs moving her forward with confident strides. She wore a fascinating garb - teal in coloration, composed o