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Exile of a hero	By : fibericon Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 10410 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Several tense days passed with no violence from either side. Each group expected the other to break the treaty first. No words were spoken between the two classes. The paladins watched the warlocks; the warlocks watched the paladins. Other combat classes made an effort to keep their noses out of it, but debates and gossip spread among the civilians. While annoying to those involved, it made it easier to know who to watch - anyone with an actual stake in it didn't voice an opinion.

Though other cities had heard of the infighting, the contents of the treaty were not well known outside of Silvermoon. Even other warlocks were mostly unaware of what Nessa had agreed to, as it did not apply outside the walls of the city.

A visiting warlock from Undercity entered through the city gates rather than the orb of translocation as he had recently been south. He was flanked by a felguard - something that immediately got the attention of the guards. One of the provisions in the treaty was that warlocks could not have a demon "of large stature" summoned within the city walls. This included felguards, doomguards, and infernals. Before he could even make it to the auction house, five paladins rushed to confront him.

"Dismiss your demon," one of them demanded, "Now."

"What is the meaning of this?" the warlock hissed, looking around nervously, "I have every right to protection."

"By the recent treaty enacted to cease the uprising of the criminal organization of warlocks-"

"The what?"

"No demons of large stature are permitted within Silvermoon limits. Dismiss it, now."

"Fine," he said begrudgingly, sending his demon away with a wave of his hand, "If Felwhisper has agreed to that law, fine. But she will hear of your labeling of warlocks as criminals."

"You won't be spreading dissent in our city, undead."

A paladin struck him on the back of the knee, then pushed him face down on the ground with his boot. A child looking on from a safe distance - a paid lookout - started running full speed toward the row. He darted between the adults in the market area, tearing through the city. Ignoring the ramp entirely, he jumped down to the lower level of the warlocks' den.

"Miss Talionia! A bunch of paladins are bullying a warlock by the city gate! They beat him up and made him disappear his demon!"

"What?!" Talionia grabbed her staff and began charging up the ramp.

"Hey, what about my money!"

Talionia tossed a small sack of coins in his general direction and kept moving.

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"So you admit to coming here to convene with other warlocks!"

"The Dark Lady will have your soul for this, paladin!"

"Silence!"

"Enough!" A man barked from beside the group. The paladins turned to see a group of hooded warlocks, demons en tow. "Let him go at once!"

"This warlock broke the treaty signed by Felwhisper by bringing a felguard into the city."

"Only denizens of Silvermoon are bound by that treaty. You have no authority to harass the forsaken."

"Just as you have no authority to interfere with an arrest. Go back to the demon whore and have her file another complaint with Fordring."

Warlocks are hardly known for patience, or good judgment, or saving violent reactions for when they were actually necessary or justified. Impulsive, angry, and at wit's end, the man leading the group struck first. Formations on both sides broke as they attacked, giving the undead a chance to roll away and reclaim his footing behind the paladins. He resummoned his felguard and attacked, catching them by surprise. Soon, one paladin fell, giving the man the distraction he needed to join the group of blood elf warlocks.

"Quickly," one of them shouted, "We can't keep this up forever!"

The warlocks ran, leaving the paladins to be distracted with the demons. The demons didn't last long, but reviving their team mate cost them valuable time in chasing down the warlocks. By the time they got to the row, there was no way to identify who was who.

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"What the hell is wrong with your city?" the forsaken demanded.

"Well," Nessa began cautiously, "I'm fairly certain that I've never seen a treaty broken quite this quickly. It was signed by myself, Talionia, and three of the paladins leading this movement. Fordring and I hashed it out in Northrend beforehand."

"Get your damned people under control! I'm going back to the Undercity, and the Dark Lady will know of this."

"Is it really wise to be walking around right now?"

"And you would suggest that I remain in this hole in the ground the paladins have forced you into? No."

"Fine," Nessa sighed, standing up and signaling to the other warlocks in the room, "We'll escort you to the orb of translocation. Belore, Lor'themar is going to have my head for this."

"Is Lor'themar not a blood knight? He can make the paladins fall in line."

Nessa shuddered at the thought, walking out ahead of the group. There was a reason she specifically avoided contact with the Regent Lord. As they entered the sunlight, leaving the safety of the row, Nessa pulled up her hood. The familiar wisps of darkness shrouded her face, and Karasae joined her on her right hand side, the demon's whip already prepared to strike. The forsaken was in the center of the group, blood elves watching for paladins at all sides.

They walked through the lines of guards in front of the spire with no trouble. Even as they entered the chamber with the orb, not a word was spoken to any of them. However, when the group set foot on the ramp inside, Lor'themar spoke calmly, sending a chill through Nessa's spine and freezing her in her tracks. The others stopped awkwardly, not wanting to bump into each other.

"Lady Felwhisper."

"Yes, Regent Lord?"

"I wish to speak with you after your friend is no longer within our city."

"Of course, Lord Theron."

It didn't require a soul joining for Karasae to see how tense Nessa was at the prospect. Her eyes were wide in fear under the cowl, but she did her best to maintain the facade of being in control for the sake of the other warlocks. When the forsaken was gone, the group descended the ramp once more. Nessa addressed the group in Demonic.

"Leave us. You as well, Talionia."

"Were you not just questioning the wisdom of-"

"Wisdom has nothing to do with this. He will not have me executed, but I cannot promise the same for the rest of you."

Talionia motioned to the other warlocks, and they left with her. Now alone, save for her wife, Nessa approached the Regent Lord. He spoke first. It was a dull tone - that of a politician poorly masking displeasure.

"Lady Felwhisper. Quite the little problem you seem to have started in my city. For all your diplomacy, military experience, and desperate backpedaling, you still find it difficult to protect your people. Are you ready to cease playing leader? How quaint that you went to Fordring to stop this 'war' before me. Actually, explain that first. Why did you let people kill each other in ambushes for a whole week while waiting for a human - a race I know for a fact you despise with the burning passion of a thousand suns - to answer your attempt at diplomacy? Why did you not come directly to me about this?"

"Did the paladins speak with you about this, Lord Theron?"

"Answer the question, warlock."

"I was pardoned by Thrall in response to my efforts in Northrend. As the paladins seemed unreceptive of Horde authority, given their attempts to kill me anyway, I thought to appeal to someone who understood firsthand the value of my efforts in Northrend."

"Pardoned? You were not pardoned, and you seem to have a gross misunderstanding of how decisions are made. Thrall requested that you not be executed, as the orcs in Northrend vouched for you. I'm the one who kept you out of prison. Did you think removing you from military service was the act of a single disgruntled paladin captain?"

"What possible gain could you have in keeping me out of prison?"

"I've been asking myself that everyday for the past two weeks. The fact is, Felwhisper, that you have your grubby little fingers in more pastries than a fat child. I have letters from the Cenaurion Circle, the Taunka, the Shattered Sun Offensive... That goat you saved apparently became some sort of important healer, but I'm weary of any healer stupid enough to meander into an enemy city alone. Then there's Fordring... you know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were an alliance sympathizer." He narrowed his eyes and smirked, "The argument could be made that you were brainwashed by that night elf who tortured you. How unfortunate, that such a dedicated soldier of the Horde would be so brutally turned against us."

"I was loyal down to the last second of my military service, Regent Lord. Everything I've done has been for the Horde."

"Has it really? Because it looks to me like you're trying to save your own skin. How many have died protecting you, warlock?"

"That is neither here nor there. You knew it would come to this. I'm but a pawn - a trait we seem to both share. Were it not me, it would be some other warlock that decided enough was enough. Tell me where the guards were when an angry mob attacked my home! They conveniently showed up when I tried to defend myself! You want to meddle in the affairs of warlocks? Then where the hell were you when I had to flee for my life?"

"Nessa, enough!" Karasae barked. Nessa was caught off guard by the demon's sudden interruption, and more than a little embarrassed that a demon was telling her to calm down. "You solve nothing by unloading this on the Regent Lord."

"So it speaks," Lor'themar said, casting an eye to Karasae for the first time, "And with more reason than you, I'm afraid. But you're wrong about one thing, demon. There is some truth to her words, however slanted it may be. I will end this conflict once and for all. But so help you, if any of you break the new treaty, there will be no salvaging the situation."

"Because you cannot lead a people divided?" Nessa quipped.

"Control yourself." Karasae hissed in Demonic.

"I've always done what I thought was right for our people. Whatever opinion you have of my decisions, you will respect my authority or you will leave this city. Go now - enact a ceasefire among your lackeys."

"That will carry little weight if I'm attacked on sight on the way to the row."

"How dramatic," he sighed, giving her reply all the weight of a child's wild imagination, "Fine, I'll send four guards with you. Anyone who attacks them will be executed, paladin or not. I will send for Lafaer. Return once you have declared a ceasefire."

Nessa and Karasae turned and strode out of the leader's chamber. As they quickly walked through the two lines of guards, the four closest to the door flanked them on either side. When they got to the row, Nessa stopped. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, pulling her hood back so that her face was visible. She turned to Karasae and spoke softly.

"Find Talionia for me."

The demon nodded and entered the den, coming out with the other warlock. Talionia quickly made her way to Nessa, nervous at the prospect of any warlock being alone with that many guards.

"Lady Felwhisper?"

Nessa continued to speak softly, but switched to Demonic.

"Lor'themar cares only about appearances. A new treaty will be signed, and I want to make a show of ending the hostilities."

"The children will carry the word." Talionia replied, matching Nessa's tongue. Switching to Thalassian, she added, "Of course, Lady Felwhisper. Attacks on paladins will cease at once."

Nessa nodded and turned away, walking back to the spire. Once there, they only had to wait a few minutes for Lafaer and his two closest to arrive.

"Did you truly require a gaggle of paladins to provide one signature?" Nessa asked with an eyebrow raised as the three walked in.

"Cute," Lafaer replied, "But hardly worth acknowledgment. I have things to do, and I'm sure you're busy with whatever unholy abominations you warlocks call 'work', so let's get on with it."

"I was unaware that potions and flasks were abominations onto your religion, but yes, let's."

Karasae was becoming increasingly agitated with Nessa's tongue. A smart mouth in its own right was hardly enough to upset the demon, but it was very unlike Nessa. Her wafting between levity and aggression signaled a distinct loss of control. It was not soul damaging, as in the case of extreme emotions. Rather, it was a result of their recent union. Nessa was letting the demon in her get the better of her, and this was neither the time nor place for Karasae to reprimand her properly. Once the treaty had been signed, and they were allowed to leave, Karasae ushered her summoner home.

"What is your rush, Karasae?" Nessa hissed, the question sounding harsher in Demonic than she'd intended.

"This is important, you stubborn ass."

"Then start talking. What can be so secretive that you won't even tell me in Demonic outside my home?"

"Something I don't want other warlocks or demons to overhear, perhaps?"

Once they were safely inside, Karasae shoved the warlock up against the wooden door. Her own self control was waning, and she ended up using more force than she'd intended.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" The demon demanded. The impact had knocked the wind out of Nessa, and she crumpled to a sitting position on the floor. Seeing this, Karasae's tone changed completely. She moved to help Nessa up, and gently guided the blood elf to sit on their bed.

"Shit. Nessa, I'm sorry. It looks like we both have control issues still."

"It feels good..." Nessa said weakly.

"What?"

"Just saying whatever comes to mind, not thinking about the impact..."

"Nessa, you can't just give in like this. So much of your training was devoted to self control." Nessa nodded and she continued, "And your people look up to you. How can Silvermoon take warlocks seriously if they can't take you seriously?"

"I... I embarrassed you, didn't I?" A tear slowly made its way down the warlock's cheek. "All that time I spent scolding you for being who you are, and now you have more tact than I do. You must be ashamed of being seen with me."

"I'm not. What you need to do is what you've always needed to do: control it. It may not make sense to say this out loud, but even though the temptation is greater now, resisting it will be easier, as long as you try."

Nessa pondered her lover's odd choice of words briefly before responding, "You sound like a druid."

"Focus."

"Sorry. No, I understand what you mean."

"I don't wish to punish you like a child when you misbehave. That would be silly, and disrespectful to both of us. I want you to control yourself because -you- want to control yourself."

"Then punish me like an adult," she smirked. Karasae sighed, but the elf had coaxed a smile out of her. It was an open mouthed smile, barely restraining a chuckle. The demon looked down and shook her head. "And that joke was from my soul, not yours. I really am sorry, lover. I won't lie; I enjoyed it far too much at the time to stop. I know it must have been eating at you that I continued despite your attempts to stop me. It must worry you that I could fall."

"You won't fall. You have me, and I'll never let that happen to you. Nessa, you leave yourself open to me, and I appreciate that trust more than anything in any world. You took a risk on me, and I'll never forget that."

"How many times could you have enslaved me? And I don't mean gaining a temporary advantage, I mean a complete ownership."

The demon swallowed hard. Nessa wasn't as vulnerable as she thought she was, but at the same time, warlocks weren't as safe as they would like to believe either. "Only once."

"And you decided not to, even though you couldn't have felt much for me."

"I'd just watched you get raped and dumped in the forest. You needed... you deserved something better than me to console you. But I promise you, Nessa: if you had had any other succubus..."

Karasae trailed off. She didn't want to finish that sentence. Nessa finished it for her, causing the demon's eyes to shut tightly for a moment as she let out a pained sigh.

"I'd have been made a slave."

Karasae stood up and walked a few steps away from the bed, flicking her wrist dismissively. "Maybe." She turned around and glared at her lover. "I don't think you quite grasp what that means. We don't all want sex. If you had one who wanted to make you her sex slave, you would be in tears often, most likely drugged up - maybe bloodthistle, maybe something else. If you had one who wanted power, she'd turn you into a conduit, burning you out until you were a mere husk... what your people call wretched. You'd do her bidding until your arms rotted and fell off, and then she'd leave you to die. And then of course there are the short sighted sadists, who would merely use you as a whipping post, eventually going too far and killing you." She pointed her finger at the warlock and barked, "You made a stupid decision when you summoned me at your weakest! You knew nothing about me!"

"It was do that, or die that night." Nessa responded calmly. "You think it was an idle gripe, even adolescent. Not once did you believe I would make good on such. But look around you, Karasae. After what you've learned of blood elves, do you really believe that I would have been able to live with that guilt on my own?"

"I don't care about blood elves." The demon strode back over to her lover and crouched in front of her, placing her hands delicately on the elf's knees. She looked up at the warlock and spoke softly, "I care about one blood elf. Just one. That's why I get upset when you do things that are harmful to you. I don't want to be powerful or bring in the next wave of demons like some sort of burning legion clone. I want you to be happy and healthy. If you can refrain from hurting yourself, I'll do all I can to protect you and make you smile. Can you do that for me, lover? Can you control the curse I gave you?"

"I can... I can control myself. But it's not a curse. It's you."

"We can agree to disagree. As long as you do your best and I do mine, the darkness within will bend to your will, not the other way around."

"So what happens now?"

"Now?" Karasae stood up and smiled, "You calm down, take a shower, and I'll prepare dinner. There's a question on your tongue, pet. I can see it in your eyes. Save it for when we've both calmed down, and I promise I'll answer."

Nessa smiled and turned to take her shower. The demon knew her too well. There was a question, but probably not what she was thinking. After hanging her robe up neatly, Nessa stepped into the shower and let the cool water flow over her nude form. It made her muscles tense involuntarily at first, the temperature difference biting her hot skin, but eventually it became soothing. Her soapy hands slid over her wet body, gradually becoming more focused. Her nipples hardened, and the gasp that escaped her lips suggested that it wasn't from the cold. She teased them lightly at first, but one hand moved between her legs quickly. A loud moan as her finger entered herself reached Karasae's ears, making the demon chuckle and shake her head. Her moans grew louder, and became screams, but suddenly stopped. On the edge of climax, she stopped herself. Not teasing, but coming to a complete stop. Only after stopping did she realize what she'd been doing. Trembling, she slowly pulled her finger out of herself. Her clit throbbed for attention, but she was an equal mix of aroused and frightened. It hadn't been her decision to touch herself; the loss of control worried her.

Once out of the shower and dressed, she came back to the living room. Karasae was waiting for her on the couch with a knowing smile, and she was having trouble hiding her arousal.

Why didn't I just finish? I'm going to make a fool of myself trying to ask her a serious question in this state.

"Don't just stand there, lover. Come sit with me." Nessa sat quietly next to the demon. Before she could reply, Karasae added, "Feel better?"

"I, um..."

"It's silly to be shy around me. Of course I heard you. Hell, half the block probably heard you."

Nessa flushed bright red. Karasae wasn't making this easy, but Nessa doubted she knew there was a serious concern on her mind. "Karasae... about that... I'm worried. That wasn't... me."

"Hmm." Karasae's brow furrowed. For the first time in this conversation, she looked like she wasn't going to mock Nessa. "When did you realize what was happening?"

"I... I noticed after I stopped. My body stopped when I was on the edge... like it wanted me to give in and make that last push."

"But you resisted."

"Barely."

"Because you want me to take control of you. You want to be on the edge."

"Karasae..." Nessa squirmed, biting her lip. She furrowed her brow and looked at the demon pleadingly.

"Let it take control of you in this way. Let it take you to the edge... but you are not allowed to let it make you come. Never. I will be the one to grant that permission. The demonic possession will trap you in a hell of pleasure, and only I can free you from your desperate arousal."

Nessa pushed herself up against the demon suddenly. "Karasae, please!"

Karasae leaned in and whispered into the woman's ear, "No. Not yet, dear. Suffer for me. Appease the demon in me, and I promise to give you what you want. Besides, it's time for dinner." The demon chuckled and stood up, walking over to the kitchen.

Nessa huffed, but she didn't complain. She had difficulty understanding her motivation for submitting at times - it should have been the opposite of what she yearned for as a warlock. And once she handed over that control, she willingly endured the agonizing arousal of being so very near an orgasm that she couldn't achieve without permission from a demon. To make matters worse, the demon's soul had influence on her own mind now. And as much as Karasae continued to emphasize making Nessa to control every other aspect, she expected the warlock to relinquish control of her sexual urges. It was maddening, and her body provided constant reminders of her need.

She managed to keep her composure through dinner, and she quickly realized that Karasae was right. It was easy to control herself, but impossible to ignore the throbbing. After dinner, the two resumed talking seriously, this time taking it a notch down from their previous emotional exchange. Nessa felt like she had hit puberty all over again. She was confused, unstable, and horny, but she knew Karasae would get her through the worst of it.

"You can give up control when you want to while maintaining control when it matters. I fully believe that you're capable of making this decision subconsciously, and consistently making the right decision when the demon in you offers - or threatens, as it were - to take over."

"You say it as though it was something simple."

"Then I've said it wrong. It isn't simple, but it can be learned. Any idiot can refuse all attempts to lose control, and it would take a special kind of idiot to give into every attempt, but losing control in a way that would benefit you? That takes effort. It's a drug - it makes you want more. But there's a distinct difference between drinking a cup of coffee for a boost and needing coffee to be functional."

"Ha. Your analogy would work better with a more addictive drug in place of coffee."

"Yeah, yeah. You get the point. And I've been thinking..." Karasae leaned in close and ran her fingers slowly up Nessa's thigh, making the warlock gasp sharply. "We should do this to you everyday. Get you worked up when you wake up, have you on point all day, and make you scream your lungs out before bed."

Nessa twitched, her breathing picking up pace. Her body hadn't let her forget that she had unfinished business, but now her clit was practically begging for attention. She looked into the demon's eyes, unable to respond immediately.

"I can't take it..."

"Oh, but you can. I think the issue is that you'd rather I force it upon you. And for that outburst earlier, you need to be punished. 'Like an adult', you say? I'll punish you in a way that only a succubus can. For the next week, you're going to be completely under my thumb. Constantly aching, constantly needy, often stimulated, sometimes bound... you'll beg for climax constantly, but you'll learn that even when you get it, you'll still be..." Her hand went under the warlock's robe, the fingernails gliding along the inner thigh eventually touching the warlock's wet slit, not covered by panties. The pad of her index finger rested on Nessa's clit gently. "...desperate, and horny out of your mind."

"Karasae, please!" she blurted out quickly, throwing her head back in pleasure.

"A test, slut. Pass my test, and your punishment will remain at one week. Fail, and it will be two weeks. I'm going to go get a few toys from the bedroom. You're going to edge yourself the whole time I'm gone. No coming. If I come back and you're not naked and frantic, you'll be sorry."

With that, she withdrew her hand and got up, walking out of the room. Nessa quickly stripped as she was told, but that was the easy part. The truth was, she could barely touch herself for fear of breaking the rule of not being allowed an orgasm. But gradually, she managed to pick up a rhythm of starting, slowing, and stopping to achieve Karasae's desired effect.

By the time the demon came back, Nessa was whimpering and begging the empty room. Karasae climbed on top of the writhing blood elf and strapped a ball gag into her mouth, cutting the begging short. Nessa squealed in protest, but it got her nowhere. She was soon bound tightly in rope that held her hands in a box tie behind her back and wrapped around her chest. Two loops went over her breasts and two went under. While the rope didn't actually put much pressure on her breasts, she was more aware of them as a result of the tie, making them that much more sensitive. Every teasing touch from the demon, every flicker of the tongue, made Nessa struggle and squeal in desperation. By the time Karasae's head was between the warlock's legs, Nessa was well past her teasing threshold. She screamed for mercy through the gag as the demon tormented her needy pussy, keeping her as close to the very edge as much as possible.

Eventually, the demon stood up, allowing the tormented warlock to rest for a moment. It did not provide much respite, however, as the demon began a slow striptease. Though her outfit provided little to remove, the succubus made sure to drag it out. Nessa badly wanted to touch and taste the body unveiling in front of her, out of her reach. The finally naked demon walked back to the sofa, deliberately placing each hoof in front of the other. She climbed over her bound wife, and released the gag from her mouth.

"Precious desperation... delicious insanity..."

"Karasae, please! Please, I'll do anything!"

"Sweet little demon girl, you'd always have done anything. You're just lucky I don't want to collect. All I want... is you."

The demon leaned in and kissed Nessa deeply, holding the helpless warlock in her arms as she did. Nessa took a deep breath, somewhat involuntarily, while Karasae's tongue explored her mouth. The blood elf whimpered from the stimulation brought on by her lover's ill-behaved hands. When Karasae broke the kiss, she climbed up, straddling Nessa's face. Tormenting Nessa had always aroused her - almost as much as it aroused the submissive half. Nessa's tongue went to work obediently, gliding around the demon's swollen clit. Karasae screamed and grabbed the back of Nessa's head, her thighs squeezing out of reflex. Nessa knew her lover's body well, and her own arousal made her tongue work that much faster. Before long, the shuddering demon exploded in ecstasy, further enforcing her whimpering submissive's denial. Once her screaming had died down, she looked down at Nessa, stroking the blood elf's dark hair.

"I've had my fun, lover. Now you'll get yours, just like I promised."

Karasae turned around, putting the two in a 69 position now. She lowered her head between Nessa's already spread legs and immediately went to work on the woman's tortured clit. Almost immediately, Nessa bucked and strained at her bonds. Struggling as much to continue licking the woman on top of her as she was in a failed attempt to free her arms, she screamed loudly into Karasae's wetness. Her face was covered in sweat and her lover's juices. Her eyes shut tightly as she squealed in climax, losing control of her body as the pleasure washed over her.

But Karasae had been right. Even after her climax, Nessa maintained the same sexual energy. She couldn't stop her hips from gyrating and pushing up towards the demon's mouth. She felt like it would never be enough. The two melded into a single mass of arousal. They were almost equal, but Nessa's bondage was a constant reminder of the submission she had placed herself in. The sweaty, writhing couple could smell and taste nothing but the other's juices, their faces wet with it.

Eventually, Nessa turned her head to the side and bit down softly on Karasae's inner thigh - a signal they had both agreed upon in lieu of a safe word. Karasae grinned and climbed off, then knelt by the sofa and helped her lover sit up so that she could untie her.

"You look like you could use another shower."

"You don't say. I was clean before you got to me."

"Never. You were always a dirty girl."

Nessa chuckled, stretching her arms and rolling her shoulders a bit. "We both need a shower. Tomorrow might be a big day."

"Based on? I think you're over analyzing the hate in the air you sensed today."

"Maybe. I'm still not very good at figuring out people's intentions."

Karasae shook her head. "That's because you have the wrong idea still. You'll never be able to 'read' minds or predict the future. You can sense base transgressions, and try to piece a scene together based on the context, but even that is pushing it. I try to educate you about this because you can feel it now, far more persistently than you could before our joining, but the truth is that I've had a lot longer than you to learn how to use it."

"Yeah..."

"And you're trying to figure something out when your head is spinning. I can barely form the response you deserve right now, and I was the one on top." Nessa chuckled, but was cut short when Karasae scooped her up in both arms and lifted her off the couch. She responded with a surprised yelp before burying her blushing face in the demon's bosom. "Shower and bed. We'll talk in the morning."
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