The Tempest Tamed
Copyright© 2023 by Scribbles Orchestra
Chapter 2
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 2 - After a surprisingly onesided battle, a druid tribal leader Keyleth is imprisoned by the mysterious warrior Otohan Thull. She doesn't know what Thull's plans are, but she is determined to find out and so begins a game of cat and mouse, where the power dynamic between the two women shifts and changes rapidly. While this story is originally fanfiction, one does not need to be familiar with the source material to understand the story.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fan Fiction High Fantasy Sharing FemaleDom Light Bond Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism Slow Violence
They gave her only a simple burlap cloth to cover herself with, presumably trying to humiliate her. She fashioned it into a small, simple dress of sorts, making a sorry attempt to preserve her dignity. Her knees shook, and her breathing became shallow and panicked. She felt weak and powerless.
No, she thought, clenching her fists. She was the Tempest! A powerful leader. Her dignity came from within, from her power and her will and she would not be so easily broken.
When the two guards arrived to escort her, she walked with the poise of royalty, holding her head high. They brought her to another room, carved into the rock, with a simple chair bolted to the ground. She was seated upon it, her hands shackled behind her back and chained to the floor. She scoffed and crossed her legs. Shackles or not, she would remain a leader and hold her head high. The guards left her there, sitting in that chair, and time seemed to slow to a crawl.
Keyleth scanned the room countless times—the uneven, carved walls, the table in the corner, the layer of dust on everything. She felt as if she were becoming a part of the room, blending into the dust. Finally, just as she thought they might have forgotten about her, the door behind her opened, and two figures entered. It was Otohan Thull and the witch, Temult.
“Are you ready for our little chat?” Otohan asked cheerily. Temult remained silent, raising her eyebrows at Keyleth’s display of pride despite the conditions. “So Tempest, will this be easy and quick, or do you want to keep us here all day?” Otohan continued, unbuckling her weapons belt and throwing it, along with both blades, onto a small table in the corner of the room.
“What are you doing, Thull? We don’t need her,” Temult exclaimed.
“You are wrong, Temult. They will come looking for her. We need information, we need to be prepared,” Thull responded, rolling her eyes. “Why don’t you do your thing while I speak to our little gust of wind over here, alright?”
Temult scoffed and focused her unsettling gaze on Keyleth. Something about her gaze sent shivers down Keyleth’s spine. Those piercing eyes calculated and examined every muscle twitch, every movement. No, this was something else. Keyleth didn’t want to show fear, but this woman scared her.
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