"I'm in!"
 
 
"Wait until you hear what the job is, first."
 
 
"I saw the reward. A thousand platinum? That's all I NEED to hear: I'm in!"
 
 
Belgia rolled her eyes. She was very fond of her comrad Mithinie, but the leather-clad elfish rogue had a deeply un-elf-like impulsive streak.
 
 
They were drinking in the Tarred Bard, a tavern of the sort that kept a job board for itinerant adventures... which their party of

Act 1: Mistress
 
Aftercare was the most important part of their love play. Tilly had no idea how long they'd been playing, except that the sun had still been up when they started, and now it was completely dark outside. The whole evening had all kind of blurred together into a dream sequence of pain, pleasure, submission and breast milk. Her breasts felt tender and sore from where her mistress had bound them tight and milked them dry, her jaw ached from Goddess-only-knew how long with a b