Im working on a Skye sounding story with the art
>The Knight strung up to the rafters mumbles incoherently. Skye softly nudges his winged helmet with her stiletto heels. "You know...the ball gag was placed outside of your helmet" She smiles at the knights roleplay. The knight blushes deeply, the metal helmet does not portray this, but you can hear the admonished voice as it whimpers "Mistress, please...the sword". He thoughtfully clenches his core. The stone that powers this disembodied armor is a red glowing protrustion 'tween his greaves, a warm glowing gem that is filled with magic... and more recently, a formidable blade. Skye reaches up and flicks the bit of exposed blade and salaciously whispers "But wasnt it you who begged to be my sweet little scabbard? My own personal walking armament? Though ill admit you were very particular about where i sheathed it. Youre sounding-heh- a little ungrateful." The knights eyes glowed red for a second as he squirmed in apparent pleasure and frustration, then replied "Please, for only a second i pray for release, The stone of my core grows restless, i am grown rigid with pleasure, but i am plugged, the amount of mana i wish to release would power an automoton for weeks, *panting* i beg for your skilled, sure hands to draw this blade and let me enjoy the sweet sensation. Most honorable commander, i will dub thee the next king arthur, nay king of england should thee pull the sword from my stone *panting stops*" As Skye grips the sword with one hand and the knight instantly quiets. An evil smile creeps upon her face "i could do that...while i practice my Iai" The knights screams. Skyes laughs malevontly, a resounding harmony to the knights exulation. A different unlucky knight posted outside the chambers quivers in fear, he is unable to determine if the sounds bleeding through were of pain or pleasure, only that it chilled him deeply.
