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The scant comfort he can find is in his ability to free himself from the bonds of her conjured ropes. As he pulls the gag away from his mouth, the thing disappears in a shimmering of gold, leaving him in the void, where no light penetrates, and yet he can see himself and the floor just in front of himself.

"Tesarasa!" He shouts, his voice echoing. He wraps his arms over his shoulder, feeling the cold against his bare chest. How humiliating is it to be so exposed, and all he had done was try to be helpful to her? The chill goes down to his boots and his leggings, his legs shaking in the cold.

He pushes forward, walking through the darkness. He won't let some cold get him down, and he'd be damned if he allowed himself to strip down further while still in this dangerous locale. Each footstep echoes through the abyss. They bounce off of walls that aren't there and assault his ears over and over again. It is an unnatural reverberation, and every sound and step makes him feel like he isn't alone.

He's sure he isn't. The feeling of eyes upon him never leaves the knight, but he pushes further.

What has she planned for him? Is this all part of a grand scheme? Is she the one who kidnapped the princess, or was the implication just buried into his mind just to cause him the woe he is currently feeling?

One of the many steps he makes ends with a very definitive "click" and a "snap." This stops his movement immediately, his heart racing, his teeth clenched, his eyes darting, and his ears perked for anything.

But there is nothing.

He shifts his foot just a tiny bit and senses the clicking and groaning of mechanisms beneath his foot.

"I wouldn't move too far off of that if I were you."

The voice comes from behind him. He looks over his shoulder, and sure enough, Tesarasa is there, or rather, some sort of approximation of her. Her form is shaped enough like her, but it is translucent and wiggles as she moves.

"A simulacrum," she admits, brushing fingers over her jiggling lips. "I don't want to be down here myself, and it's far too dangerous, you see."

"What hell have you in store for me now, Tes… Tesarasa."

"Oh, see, you're learning!" She claps her hands together. "How lovely! But, it's only going to make your time here more enjoyable for you, and it isn't going to get you out of here if that's what you're thinking."

"I'm thinking that my allies will find and stop you."

She rolls her transparent eyes, stepping with bouncy steps around to his front, just in front of the offending tile. "Oh, you poor old man," she coos, patting him on the cheek. The feeling is warm and soft. Not like skin at all, but it feels so wonderful next to the cold of the demented chamber. She slides her fingers down along his chin and over his neck, her lips quirking into that unmistakable smirk. "You're just trying to worry me because you know that you have no power here. Lunge at me with your big strong arms, and not only will you be totally worthless, but you'll take your foot off of that pressure plate and, well…" she slides her finger over his collarbone, tracing up and down. "I'm sure you don't want to risk it, do you?"

Kerage grabs her by the shoulders, his fingers digging into her gelatinous body, staring her down with a determined gaze.

"Oh, what's that?" she coos. "Do you want to end your knightly life by harming a lady like me? Go ahead, show me just what kind of a monster you can be when you're pushed to your limit. All you'll do is prove yourself to be the man I want you to be."

He loosens his grip, and as he does, portals appear about her, shooting out darting ropes that grab at his wrists, yank them together and lift his arms up over his head.

Kerage shuffles and scampers as he's yanked upwards, his feet fighting to stay put on to the plate. He lets out yelps of surprise, the sounds hitting him, embarrassing him.

Her fingers slide down over to his chest, and she bites her lip. "You've kept yourself in good shape for being a retired adventurer," she says, letting her finger swirl over his left nipple. "Even if you have dirty thoughts for a girl my supposed age."

"I never had such thoughts," he quips back.

She flicks at his stiffened nipple, and he groans.

"You poor boy," she coos. "Of course you did, especially when you saw me upstairs. Or, are you going to say that your own body is lying to you?"

"W… what do you…?"

Her free hand runs down his side, hooks onto his trousers, and yanks them down past his hips. From there springs his manhood, hard and ready.

"You've bedded so many girls with this, no doubt," she says, "but I'm a real woman, not some starry-eyed lass who wants you for your fame and to carry your bastard children."

Gelatinous fingers slide along the underside of his shaft, stroking two fingers upwards, slowly from the base and then up, bit-by-bit to the tip.

His toes slip and slide along the tile. He fights to keep the pressure on even as his cock twitches under Tesarasa's teasing.

"There you go," she coos. "Imagine, you could have one last orgasm of y our life… or you could stick it out and survive this ordeal until I'm bored. Which one will you… or rather, your body… choose, Sir Kerage?"

He holds his breath, fighting back the urge to let out any sound, but he knows that he can't keep this up, and he'll slip for sure if he doesn't do something—anything.

But, there truly is nothing he can do. His legs give way as pre begins to pearl, and he slips off of the tile, where a final "click" reverberates throughout the abyss.