Handbook of Erotic Fantasy: Caught in the AoE (Patreon)

“Do you remember the last time?” she asked, a hint of silk in her voice and a twist of ivy in her hands.

“Indeed I do!” he replied. “Hard to forget a marathon session like that! Particularly with such an audience.”

For a moment she stared at him, trying to place what ‘audience’ he meant. Then her mind readjusted. Her face blanched. “Ah,” she said at last. “No. I was thinking of the time before that. It was a slightly more intimate occasion.” 

“Of course,” he said, his enthusiasm growing. “A smaller crowd, to be sure. But no less exhibitionist! Do you know, I’ve never hit such a bullseye in all my years as an archer. I believe Bard has written a limerick commemorating the occasion.”

Again, Druid sought to place the remark. She felt somehow that the moment was slipping away from her. “Before that!” she snapped. “You displayed something of an artistic flair on the night in question…?” 

“What can I say,” he said, fox eyes over a wolfish grin. “Every once and again the spirit moves me, and poetry is the result. Shall we compose together again?” 

Druid stared. It was not going at all like she had hoped. 

“What?” said her kitsune lover. 

“I was thinking of the time with the ropes,” she said flatly. “That shibari thing we tried.” 

“And you want another demonstration?” 

“On the contrary,” she said. “I was thinking of a role reversal.” 

Arcane archer arched an eyebrow. “Have you got any ranks in Use Rope?” 

“I’ll do you one better,” said Druid. “I memorized entangle.”