Keira paused for a moment, anger almost overtaking lust at her friends audacity. Then, suddenly, her expression changed to a sly smile and she rubbed up against Aaralon, pressing her breasts against his side. His member immediately sprang to attention.
"Help me get my own back on the little slut?" she whispered, licking the side of his face. He could only nod eagerly.
"What are you doing?" Deyna demanded as Keira touched Aaralon's bindings, undoing them with a spell.
Aaralon stretched his limbs, working life back into them. "Well," he said, smiling as he made the gestures of a spell. "Let's see how you like it."
Thick vines burst out of the ground and the trees, wrapping round Deyna's wrists and ankles, lifting her of the ground. She shouted in shock and wriggled, trying to get free, but she was held fast.
Keira raised a hand to her mouth, shocked to see her friend suddenly made so helpless. Then Aaralon rubbed her mound through the fabric of her skirt, and her trepidation was washed away in a tide of the possibilities for revenge on her friend. |