I bounced lightly in the opulent carriage as it hurtled through mana-portalled streets toward the palace, velvet cushions plush beneath me but doing little to ease the persistent throb in my raw ass from Elowen's dawn ravages.
The cum-remnants were long purged by my fingers, yet the stretched ache lingered like a branded secret under the scandalous outfit he'd forced on me.
He'd dressed me in women's clothes, a belly-dancer's fantasy straight from some Arabian harem tale—sheer crimson silks draping low on my hips, exposing toned midriff with tinkling gold coin-belts that jingled mockingly at every jolt.
A cropped halter top of translucent gauze barely containing my chest while accentuating my lithe frame, billowing pantaloons slit high to flash thighs, all topped by a thin veil of shimmering sapphire gossamer that framed only my eyes—lashes fluttering behind it, golden hair piled in exotic braids woven with jasmine chains.
