Fantasy BDSM?

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"It's in Keth's bag," Al'ika confessed. "And that's with him." She held up some willow bark. "Been chewing this to help with the pain.
 
"You didn't listen to Jorr half as well than I thought you did. Always carry a spare of a supply like that," he said. He pulled out his herb pouch and handed her his pot. "Best I can do under the circumstances," he said.
 
"Thank you, Issak," Al'ika said gratefully. "And you know me, do I ever listen completely?" She began to apply it to the wound.
 
"What's in here, Issak?" Al'ika asked, smiling. "I remember the last time I smoked your pipe. Couldn't drag me off of you."
 
"It's a weaker strain," he said, "You might still have some of those effects but it will be manageable, and it will ease the pain.
 
Al'ika chuckled and shook her head, but she took a puff. "Mmm. . . I admit, this stuff is good," she admitted. She smiled. "You'll be able to control me when the effects take place? Last time you weren't, it took the additional hands of Jep to get me off."
 
"You'll be able to decide what to do when it hits," he said, taking his own hit. He passed it back. "Tell me about your travels of late," he said.
 
Al'ika chuckled. "We'd be here all year," she said. "I've barely been home." A scar on her back from Xur twinged, and she winced. "Gimme the pipe," she growled, taking a huge puff.
 
"That wasn't your leg," Issak said astutely, "break it down to the last week. How'd you find the orc?"
 
Al'ika chuckled. "Well, I made a trip up to Ashglow's castle. Got myself in a bit of trouble, and Keth busted me out along with his children. Ashglow had them hostage. Then went back up there to deal with a goblin and get the Mayor's daughter. And here I am." She took another inhale of her pipe.
 
"Mayor's daughter got herself in trouble? Is that why you sent your boy out after those rare herbs?" he asked.
 
"Yep. She got herself into trouble and Father Hallowbrook needs them," Al'ika said. "I'd get them myself, but my leg prohibited that." She took another puff. "I haven't had a lot of time to recover, though, so this maybe good for me." Another twinge, another puff.
 
Issak heard Brom returning and stood. "Well, that's my cue to leave," he said. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do,"
 
Brom returned with an armload of firewood and more food. The sun was setting behind his back. He saw the glazed look in her eyes and said, "You've been going hard, haven't you?"
 
Al'ika chuckled and held up Issak's pipe. "Painkiller. Body's killing me, so I have to smoke it." She smiled. "You may have to call Jep, though. I'm a tiger on this shit."
 
Brom grinned a mischievous smile when he heard that. "Well, it's been a long day and my shirt is soaked with sweat," he said, peeling it off. "Would you like some hot meat?" he asked, putting some chicken on the fire.
 
"Yes, please," Al'ika said, giving Brom an appreciative smile. "Once that meat's done, could you help me get my shirt off and put salve on my back?" she asked.
 
"Dinner and a show? How lucky am I?" he laughed, plating her food and then fixing his own meal. He stoked the fire and took out the salve. "When you're ready," he said.
 
Al'ika set her plate aside, then gently pulled her tunic off, her nipples instantly hardening. She turned her back to him. "Start," she said.
 
"You're very direct tonight,' he said, applying the lotion to her back. It was looking a lot better, and he rubbed it in a little more deeply.
 
"Sorry, pain does that to me," Al'ika confessed, apologetic. "That feels really good, though, Brom."
 
"I do what I can," he said, putting her shirt on the bedroll. "Let's let that air out a bit, shall we?" he asked, leaning her back against his bare chest.
 
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