Afternoon of a Faun

Velicia flicked her wrist, and the air crackled with arcane energy. Metal flowed like water from her fingertips, weaving into exquisite cuffs that shimmered with a subtle enchantment. The satyress Honeypot, grinning with impish delight despite her predicament, felt the cold kiss of metal around her wrists. With practiced ease, the elf mage conjured chains to match, their links unbreakable, suspending Honeypot at just the right height.

"Stay here and be good," Velicia commanded, her tone laced with mischief. "I have no time for your distractions."

"Whatever you say, dear mage," Honeypot said, batting her eyelashes mockingly. Her tail swished as she tested the restraints, feeling the tingle of magic against her skin. The sensation was not altogether unpleasant; in fact, it sent a spark of arousal through her lithe body.

Velicia turned to the diminutive dragon perched on the windowsill, its emerald scales now merely a shade of the fearsome beast it once was. "Keep her company, would you?" she asked, the hint of a smirk on her lips.

The tiny dragon snorted, a puff of smoky breath escaping its nostrils. It hopped down with surprising grace for its size, its eyes fixed on Honeypot with an intense gaze that spoke volumes of its desire.

"Indulge yourself," Velicia added, nodding towards Honeypot's sweet crotch, exposed and inviting.

The dragon needed no further encouragement. Its long, serpentine tongue flickered out, tasting the air before sliding between Honeypot's thighs. She gasped, the sound echoing in the high-ceilinged room as the dragon's tongue began its dance. It explored her folds with hungry licks, each stroke deliberate and eager, savoring the taste of her honeyed essence.

"Velicia, you wicked witch," Honeypot moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. "You know exactly how to make a girl squirm."

The elf chuckled, satisfaction curling in her belly. "Enjoy," she said, giving Honeypot's swaying form one last appreciative glance. Confident that her companion was well occupied, she stepped out the door, already envisioning the rich aroma of coffee that awaited her at the café.