Narcelia prowled through the captive slaves, looking for the one in particular. A human male, handsome and clean cut, wearing holy robes. The one she had faced off with in the previous battle. He was one of the few humans who had managed to put up fight against their forces. He had even managed to kill a couple males before she stepped in to end it. She thought at first he was just a simple fighter, until he cast some defensive magic on himself. She didn't immediately recognize the spell, so she was certain it was divine in nature. A cleric most likely.
He held up well against her, defending himself against most of her spells, and even managing to hit her a couple times. In truth, she was only able to defeat him with a lucky shot. She had lobbed a powerful force spell at him, and he had managed to block it with his shield. This would have been very good for him, if it would have dissipated upon impact, however it instead bounced off his shield and hit a pillar behind him, collapsing the church roof on his head. He was quite fortunate to have survived the impact, or atleast he would be if she could get to him before the priestesses did.
As both a powerful and attractive captive, he was particularly at risk of being sacrificed to the Demon Goddess Lolth. Narcelia thought is was too great a waste to let that happen, hence why she was here, among the new slaves, looking for him. She managed to find him, amidst two other warriors who fell defending the church. She conjured a floating disc to carry him and head back to her quarters.
“You can't take a slave before the priestesses have been in to evaluate them” A young novice scolded her. She flashed a cold stare at the young woman who nearly let out a yelp as she moved out of Narcelia's way. She knew they would be consequences for this but she didn't care. She didn't fear the priestesses.
Narcelia arrived back at her quarters, a large dwelling with walls lined with bookshelves, floor littered with pillows and incense holders scattered within.. She lied the man down on some larger cushions and lit some incenses, hoping the smell would soon wake him.
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As she waited for him to awaken, she fetched a bottle of wine from her private supply and a goblet. Now that everything was said and done, and she had a few brief moments of peace, the dull ache of her injuries was growing louder. Wine would help with that, as would a hot soak, but she would have to wait on that for now. She had company to entertain after all.
She was behind a folding screen, unbuckling her leather armor, when she heard him come to. Still unstrapping herself, she stepped out into his view, and waited for him to recognize her. She didn't think it would to too long, and she was curious what was going through his mind as he saw her, recognized her, realizing what she intended to do to him. A satisfied smile twisted on her lips as she watched him.
“Decided to join me, did you?” She asked in the common tongue, her thick accent punctuating each syllable. She had finally loosen her armor enough to get it off. It wasn't very thick, or even that much of it, but she was grateful for it today, mitigating would could have been serious injuries otherwise. She hung it up on a wooden mannequin.
“I am sure you're not too happy to see me, but I assure you, it's better than the alternative.” She slipped the armor padding over her head and now she was completely nude before him. Her jet black skin was perfectly hairless, save the long luxurious locks on the top of her head. She was a bit curvier than most of her elven sisters, from spending time studying magic rather than physical exertion, but it was well distributed nonetheless. She picked a spidersilk robe from her wardrobe, relishing in how nice the soft fabric felt on her tender body. She cinched it loosely as her waist, ample cleavage still on display towards him. It draped nicely over her round hips and plump ass, landing just above her knees.
She poured him a glass of wine and conjured some food for the both of them, figuring he was easily as hungry as she was. It was a bit strange, treating him like this, as though he were a guest and not her plaything, but Narcelia was not practiced in keeping slaves.
While her birth position and profession had left her marriage prospects abysmal, she was at no loss for potential paramours. She was lovely, powerful, and not nearly as cruel as most women in her position, so she had plenty of drow males who she could call upon to service her, sexually. So she never bothered to keep a bed slave before, and didn't have a strong grasp of the protocol. In any event, she reasoned that if he was to be of any use to her in bed and otherwise, he would need to keep his strength up.
“Don't try anything stupid.” She warned as she made her way to him, unlocking his shackles from behind his back. The plan was to re-lock them in front, so he could have some range of motion without becoming a threat to her.