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The battle had been weighing heavily on Nessa's mind for the past few days. She couldn't get over the fact that warlocks from as far away as Orgrimmar had gathered and been waiting for her before she had even known there was a battle to be fought. She had never even spoken to the warlocks of Orgrimmar.

Why would someone fight for you when they don't know you? What was it that was said to these people?

This wasn't the only thing troubling her either. Lucid nightmares had returned, but this time, she couldn't remember any of it when she awoke. She tried to not let it distract her, but it didn't change the fact that those druids had been added to her now rather long list of people who needed to die. Her arm, still in a sling, was a constant reminder of that.

Nessa and Karasae walked around the inner ring of the city slowly to accommodate Nessa's current health. She was determined to not rest completely, but for the time being, she wasn't capable of doing much. Their walk was interrupted by a rather irate Cassia, quickly walking toward them.

"Felwhisper!" she growled, stopping in front of the other warlock with balled fists, "Tell me what the hell is going on!"

"Hello, Cassia," Nessa replied, coming to a stop as well, "I saw what you did to help us escape. Thank you for that. You have grown a lot since I last saw you."

"Stop changing the subject!"

"You want to know about the battle," Nessa sighed, "Alright. Can we sit? I've just about expended my ability to walk."

They slowly made their way to the nearest bench. Nessa's limp was becoming more pronounced from having walked a ways already, and it got Cassia's attention. She softened a little at this, but was determined to learn what she came to learn.

"I was told that the warlock casualties were three times higher than the paladin casualties."

"I'm not sure that's entirely accurate. You know how rumors get more inflated with each telling. My own assessment of the battlefield isn't that extreme... but more warlocks died. Significantly more."

"You had to know that would happen! Why would you assemble an army for a straight fight like that? You were a military commander! There's no way you could do something this stupid!"

"Actually, that's exactly it. I didn't do something this stupid."

"What?"

"Cassia, this was a setup. Even Talionia refuses to believe me on this point, but I never organized warlocks for a full frontal assault. The only command they understand is 'attack'; never mind trying to get them into any sort of formation."

"How many did you kill?"

"This isn't going to be what you want to hear, but I don't keep score."

"I've killed three people now, including that paladin."

"Good for you."

"I want to fight alongside my comrades! I want to take my home back!"

"Cassia... this revolution is over. That's precisely why Thrall did what he did. We're just lucky it ended so quickly. Otherwise, we would have Kor'kron occupation in Silvermoon."

"So that's it? You're giving up?"

"The first time you kill someone, that's one feeling. The first time you watch someone you care about die, that's another. After that, it doesn't really matter. But torture..." Nessa pulled back her hood, revealing to the other warlock her scar for the first time, "Torture stays with you forever."

"Why isn't that driving you forward?" Cassia demanded, seething at this point, "Get your revenge! You're supposed to be our leader!"

"Calm yourself, Cassia. Think of our current condition as a class. The last battle ended with many of us killed or jailed, and the so-called leader being delivered into Alliance hands. Meanwhile, the paladins have reclaimed the city, and those of us that stayed in Silvermoon are under more scrutiny than ever. Rebuilding will take time. Blindly throwing our lives away won't achieve anything, no matter how many paladins die in the process."

"Fine," Cassia grumbled, crossing her arms, "Have you found out who set us up?"

"No. The paladins believe that I'm the one who sent the order for warlocks to congregate there, and they aren't letting anyone else investigate."

"Why are they letting paladins investigate something they're so deeply involved in?"

Nessa furrowed her brow in confusion at the younger warlock, "Paladins control Silvermoon. That is the whole reason for the problems we've faced up to this point. They are the sole means of law enforcement, and the bulk of the military. Silvermoon is a loss. Just walk away, Cassia."

"I won't!"

"Then you will die."

"There is no greater honor than dying for one's home."

"The great lie. I cannot force you to do anything, but ask yourself this: is there anyone who will mourn your death?"

"They will move on."

"Would you move on if the people you cared about threw their lives away?"

Cassia stood up. "You are no leader. Thrall did not kill our revolution; you did."

When the younger warlock had walked through the portal to Undercity, Roberick approached Nessa.

"We cleared out the cultist infestation in one of the underground lairs outside the city."

"Good. Now we can start the spread of information. I will organize a controlled SI:7 leak as well. We know Kor'Kron has ears to Stormwind; this will spread their elite even thinner."

"What will we do about Talionia and Johnston?"

"Ensure that they know they are welcome to return at any time to our organization. I want to show that the Talon of Hope extends an offer of protection to all warlocks against paladin tyranny. Oh, and Roberick?"

"Yes, Fel Lady?"

"I'm officially making you my second in command."

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Lasiri hadn't been prepared for anything quite like this. In one short afternoon, Silvermoon had gone from tense to a bloodbath. Now everyone who didn't explicitly side with the paladins was being watched and harassed. As an initiate herself, she wasn't on the receiving end of very much, but her new instructor had to defend himself verbally everyday. His shadow magic put him under suspicion, but he was too smart to do or say anything to give the paladins a real reason to arrest him. After several days of resisting the urge, Lasiri finally gave in and asked the question that had been eating at her.

"Sir, what will become of Silvermoon?"

"That is not a question for me," he replied with a sigh, "That is a question for Felwhisper. She will either stay in hiding to avoid arrest, or she will organize the warlocks again for another attack. If she does the latter, this city will die."

"You don't believe the warlocks can have their freedom and remain in the Horde?"

"Not anymore. Not after Thrall got involved. It was a purely political move to officially label her a criminal. Now, anyone who supports her will be considered a member of her 'criminal organization'. Lafaer was charged as well, but for less severe crimes. But if you ask me, she brought all of this foolishness upon not only herself, but all of our heads. The only intelligent thing she has done since her dishonorable discharge was to send the initiates to Undercity. And I would urge you to not listen to other warlocks. This police state is not permanent. Eventually, the paladins will realize they got what they wanted and calm back down. Now then, I trust this will be the last time you ask me about this? You have training to attend to if you're going to be strong enough to be considered a threat."

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Cassia sat alone on her bed, her head in her right hand. Her left hand spawned and dissipated small wisps of flame every few seconds. She wanted to go home. She wanted to see her family, but she wondered if her family wanted to see her. She was suddenly aware of Neria's presence when the dark ranger spoke.

"Something troubling you?"

"Sorry, Neria..." she said weakly, more to herself than the other woman, still looking into her hand, "Not today."

"Is that all you think of me as? I was never really sure on that point, but if it is, I will leave you be."

"Please don't do this now..."

"Do what, dear? I have no ill will toward our arrangement. That doesn't mean I can't care about you as a person though." Cassia remained silent. Neria waited for her response for a moment before sitting on the bed next to her. "You're afraid to show emotion around me. Do you really think I'll think less of you for it? There is a difference between emotional strength and emotional void."

"I met with Lady Felwhisper today. She gave up on our people."

"What exactly did she say to you? Direct quote, if you please."

"She said a lot of things. 'This revolution is over', 'Silvermoon is a loss', she even said that the idea of it being honorable to die for one's home was 'the great lie'. She wanted me to calm down and walk away, not even bother to try."

"And you believed this?" Cassia looked up at the other woman for the first time that day, finally ceasing the flickering flame in her hand. "I know some things that Silvermoon thinks I shouldn't, Cassia. I know that Felwhisper was a diplomat. I know that she stormed into the home of another warlock, her commanding officer at the time, who she knew to be stronger than herself, to kill him for poisoning her. He's dead now. I know that every attack on paladins that she coordinated was precise and lost not a single warlock. I know that she coordinated these attacks because there is a specific pattern to them, one that the attacks that lost warlock lives did not follow. I know that a large scale battle is not like her in the least."

"She said that battle was a set up."

"That... I am not sure if she is telling the truth about. But do you see what she's doing? She's spreading disinformation. You're an initiate, Cassia. As powerful as you are, your rank is not high enough that she will trust you with this type of information. You and I both know that you're prone to action before thought. That is why she did not want you to be a part of this. She doesn't want you to die, perhaps taking others with you."

"Crafty bitch." Cassia tossed a fireball at her imp, making it fade out of existence with a squawk.

"If you want my advice, pretend to believe it. Spread it among the other initiates. Mention it to your instructor."

"How can you possibly know all this?"

"Give me some credit, dear. This is what dark rangers do. I applaud her efforts, but she's an amateur compared to me. I'm actually going to do some snooping on her myself."

"Why would you do that?"

"I enjoy having you around, and alive at that. Oh, and you should know something. The Dark Lady is watching you. Not through me, but because of me. My apologies."

"So I should keep up the act of ignorance."

"Mmm, good girl. You learn fast. Just keep growling and throwing fireballs at that test dummy, complain to the other initiates that the revolution is dead, and don't ever think you're alone. The only time you aren't being actively watched is when I'm in the room. None of my sisters would try something so foolish."

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Nessa smiled to herself as she sat in her new underground home. It was very well made - draenei architecture. Along with the offer of protection, she had her people spread the word that the Talon would provide a market area that was accessible to the public - for a tax which was half that of Silvermoon's merchant tax. But that word had yet to be spread. She wanted it to reach all three major cities with warlocks at the same time, and such coordination required preparation.

Silently approaching was a dark ranger with an interest in the situation. Neria was able to stay cloaked to avoid possible visual detection, but she knew that she had to be very careful to avoid being sniffed out. It hadn't taken long for her to find the underground lair. Nessa's group hadn't exactly been discrete. She was relying on blood elf paperwork to bring Sylvanas proof of Nessa's intentions. It almost seemed too easy when she found an unattended desk with papers strewn about.

I suppose a stack of fliers would be too much to hope for. Still, Roberick is leading this disinformation spread... with photos? That can't be right. Ah, I see; they want to paint an image of what happened to her. My Common needs work.

Karasae sniffed the air and furrowed her brow as she walked into the room. She looked around, and went over to sniff the papers on the desk.

"What's wrong?" Nessa asked, walking over to join her.

"Nothing. I thought I smelled someone in here, but it's empty. I think I'm just paranoid."

Neria was long gone before the demon came in. This was, after all, her specialty. She knew she could simply go back to the Dark Lady and receive permission to eliminate Roberick, but she wanted to gather more information first. Neria wasn't proud of lying to Cassia about why she was in Shattrath, but it was a part of her job, and only a partial lie at that. She knew that Nessa never had as much command over the warlocks as she let on. If someone else did indeed put out the call for the attack on Silvermoon, she would need to find and eliminate the real threat.

To this end, she remained in the field for several days without returning to Undercity. The warlocks' lair was very conveniently located for her; they clearly hadn't thought it through very well. Of the warlocks who remained in Nessa's circle, she learned that Roberick was the newest to join.

She doesn't trust anyone who was involved in the battle. Prudent, but she hasn't been watching them like I have. It was one of the warlocks who abandoned her after she arrived in Shattrath - it has to be! But these accounts are too conflicting. She told them she cut ties with the Horde in order to test their loyalty and then... did nothing?

Hearing soft footsteps, Neria turned to duck into the shadows, but something closed around her ankle.

"Don't bother," Nessa said from the other room, "If she senses you, I also do."

Neria looked down and saw Karasae under the desk, holding her ankle in one hand.

She must have crouched there for hours, cloaked and waiting. Damn it to hell!

The dark ranger twisted her leg free as Nessa entered the room. As she did, Karasae lunged from under the desk, turning it over. The loud crash from the desk hitting the floor brought the other warlocks into the room quickly.

"Don't let her get away!" Nessa shouted, "I want this one alive!"

Karasae attacked, but she was no match for Neria in hand to hand combat. The elf responded by closing the gap herself and striking the demon with a flurry of punches and elbows before leaping away and melting into the shadows again. Nessa was furious that no one could find her.

"You bitch made whore!" Nessa shrieked, "This isn't over! I'm going to find you and kill everyone you care about! You will drown in a tide of blood!"

Neria was still in the room, wide-eyed in fear. Under any other circumstances, this would have been an impotent threat, but she recognized one of the warlocks. She finally knew who 'Roberick' was - her lover's instructor. He would have to be a fool to not recognize her. Nessa might not be able to get to Neria, but she could kill the younger warlock with no trouble whatsoever. At the first opportunity, she fled, hurriedly getting to the portal to Undercity.

The idea of losing something she had always taken for granted made her face the horrible reality of how much it actually meant to her. Death was always a possibility in her line of work; you make a mistake, you die. But she wasn't prepared to get others killed over her failure, and she didn't think there was anything she could do to stop it. She entered the Dark Lady's chamber and fell to one knee.

"What is it?" Sylvanas snapped in Thalassian, mainly to annoy Bragor by keeping him in the dark.

"Dark Lady, I have been compromised and identified."

"Idiot! Did you at least learn something useful first?"

"I have identified her right hand and mapped her disinformation strategy. My estimate is that ninety percent of Silvermoon's warlocks will join her, though not necessarily leave the Horde to do so. This also applies to sixty percent of Undercity's warlocks, and forty percent of Orgrimmar's warlocks. Furthermore, Felwhisper maintains that someone else killed that paladin that started the battle between warlocks and paladins. Even in paperwork, she claims the person who sent out the call for those warlocks to gather needed to be found and executed. However, I can find no records of any paladin being murdered immediately before the battle."

"It could be more propaganda - an ace in the sleeve to maintain her innocence if you will."

"Do you want her right hand dead? He will be in charge of the disinformation spread. If I can eliminate him before he begins, it will set them back."

"No."

"But Dark Lady-"

"Another would take his place. Felwhisper has shown that she can get a message to her comrades under any conditions. I have enough reason to allow it to happen anyway. Dismissed."

Neria couldn't imagine what reason Sylvanas would have for allowing something like that to happen, but she didn't dare question it. Even if she did manage to go through with her plan, it would no longer be possible to convincingly make it look like an accident. And it wouldn't save Cassia. She tried telling herself that Nessa wouldn't kill another warlock, but she couldn't make herself believe it. She entered her lover's room silently, and sat on the bed to await the warlock's return.

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Cassia walked back to her room in a rare good mood. She was more powerful and more driven than her fellow blood elf initiates, and that scared them. The fact that her graduation test was coming soon made them jealous, making her grin that much broader. She had something to be proud of, and she was just waiting for her dark ranger to return so that she could brag about it. The fact that she had nailed the imp with a very well placed fireball that day made her even happier. When she opened the door, she was certain that today was her day.

"Neria!" she said happily, rushing over to the other woman, "You're back!"

"Yeah..." Neria didn't look at Cassia immediately. When she did, the sad look in her eyes brought Cassia's elation to a screeching halt.

Cassia quickly closed the door and sat next to her lover, her brow furrowed. "What's wrong, Neria?"

"I fucked up. I really screwed up badly this time. I had to make a decision, and I made the wrong one. I should have come back with the information I gathered the first day since they got suspicious, but I kept watching them, and finally I got caught."

"Well, you escaped, right? How bad could it be?"

"Your instructor is Felwhisper's right hand, Cassia! He saw my face! You aren't safe here anymore. Felwhisper is going to have you killed."

"She will do no such thing. She owes me for that paladin."

"Idiot girl! What makes you think she cares? You can't-"

Cassia interrupted her by grabbing her face and kissing her deeply. She pulled back and looked into the dark ranger's piercing red eyes with fierce determination. "Shush. I'm not going anywhere. I lost my home because of that bitch once; I won't flee again. If she does have me killed, then that's my decision and my consequence. No one will take that from me."

Neria sighed and shook her head, forcing a weak smile. "You really are hard headed, you know."

"I have my graduation test coming up. Perhaps my instructor will try to kill me then. It would be a real shame if one of his students left him in pieces on the floor."

"Cassia..."

"I know. You don't have to say it. If the worst should come to pass, remember me as I am now. Remember me as the confident, overly powerful young blood elf who got the sexiest dark ranger in Undercity in her bed because she fucking deserves it. I'm nobody's baggage. And if there's enough of me left afterward, I'll be hiding in the shadows with you. But just in case there's not, we're going to make our last moments together something special."

One way or another, Cassia was determined to make an impact before her demise. She leaned over and kissed Neria again, pushing the woman to the bed slowly. Neria made no attempt to push away. The younger woman's willingness to face certain death for something she believed in reminded Neria of herself when she was still alive. She couldn't fault the warlock; she had no right to do so. All she could do was make Cassia's last hours worth living, and pick up the pieces afterward. Her fingers glided over the warlock's ribs through the thin cloth robe as their tongues entwined. Cassia's movements were noticeably slower. She was in much less of a rush to get Neria out of her clothes than before. It wasn't a lack of interest or desire; Cassia wanted Neria to want it.

As Cassia's fingers delicately dragged across Neria's neck, the dark ranger instinctively pushed her bosom up toward the younger woman. Cassia had always been quick to arousal, and Neria had managed to conditioned herself to meet the younger woman half way. By the time Cassia got to her lover's clothed breasts, Neria let out a small whine of pleasure. She wasn't used to the warlock doing this, and it was frustrating. A single finger dragged lightly over Neria's nipple through her leather, making her twist and writhe.

"Is this..." Neria grunted, gritting her teeth, "How you feel... all the time?"

"Frustrated, hot, desperate, and barely maintaining the willpower to not grab me by the hair and grind on my face?"

"Yes!"

"Mmm... yes. And now that you're on my level..."

Cassia pressed her body against the woman in her bed, pushing their breasts together as they kissed deeply. The two breathed quickly, their hands quickly moving to remove each others clothing. Cassia fumbled more than her lover - a combination of more complicated clothing on Neria's part and a lack of agility on Cassia's part. The second Neria's top was open and her breasts exposed, Cassia lowered her head and took a nipple in her mouth. Neria's back arched, and she threw her head back in pleasure.

"Fuck! Cassia!"

Neria laced her fingers into the younger girl's hair. The pale gray skin of her fingers looked dark against the warlock's fiery red hair. It hadn't always been so, but the vain warlock insisted that her hair matched her specialization. Neria had joked before that the girl would look ridiculous had she gone with affliction or demonology, but she had to admit to herself now that the girl's hair color turned her on a lot. One hand left the back of Cassia's head and started pulling the robe up. Cassia helped remove it, revealing there was nothing at all on under it. Neria smirked at seeing the shaven area between the girl's legs, remembering how she'd begun to shave because "the curtains don't match the drapes anymore."

Cassia's hands went lower to remove Neria's pants, and the dark ranger deftly slipped out of them. As she removed her panties, Cassia saw a thin thread of the other woman's juices between the panties and her wetness. It brought a grin to her face, but it was short lived. Neria quickly pulled her close and kissed her deeply. The two worked their fingers between each others legs, teasing and touching around their lover's aroused sex. Cassia squealed into Neria's mouth when the dark ranger's fingers tweaked her clit. She responded by sliding two fingers into her lover with no warning, making Neria moan loudly and reciprocate.

The warlock was determined to finger her lover slowly, needing to make a great effort to keep herself from speeding up. Neria matched her pace, despite the need in her loins. She whimpered under Cassia, her hips gyrating and trying desperately to get more stimulation. She touched her thumb to the living girl's clit, getting a sudden jolt and a sharp gasp out of her. Much to her frustration, Cassia did the same, adding a teasingly slow circular motion to the swollen nubbin. She knew Cassia wanted to make her beg, but she was just too stubborn. She was determined to keep up with the younger girl, even if it drove her crazy.

Cassia was having trouble keeping it up as well. She wasn't used to drawing it out very long before her first climax, and she knew she was quickly approaching the limit of her patience. She was, in fact, able to build her arousal at such a slow pace, but it was still unbearably teasing. Her pussy began to clench in waves around Neria's fingers, and her eyes opened wide in shock. Neria screamed, a drawn out, high pitch shriek of ecstasy, as her body began to tremble. The slow, teasing stimulation they inflicted on each other brought them to simultaneous orgasm, which seemed to last for hours. Their muffled screams filled the room, and Neria sucked hard on Cassia's tongue. Cassia's juices forced their way out around her lover's fingers, drenching both of their hands and mixing with Neria's juices between the dark ranger's legs.

The dark ranger stroked her lover's hair with her free hand, trying to catch her breath. They finally broke the kiss, and Cassia laid limp on top, barely conscious as usual. Eventually, Cassia forced herself to speak.

"Stay... in me... at least for a while."

"I'm not going anywhere. Try to relax. I'm always afraid that you're going to have a heart attack."

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Nessa stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel. Karasae handed it to her, admiring her summoner's form. The scars from her beating were numerous, punctuated by voids where her skin had been protected by the ropes. Her legs, arms, back, and face all had scars from that particular encounter. Though her arm was no longer in a sling, it was still sore, and Karasae had been denied the opportunity to bind her because of it.

"You're staring at my scars," Nessa frowned.

"I like them."

"I... I really don't." Nessa self consciously crossed her arms to cover herself a bit.

"Hey, Nessa..." Karasae closed the gap between them and held the nude warlock gently, "You have completely the wrong idea. I don't like what happened to you. I don't like the fact that you had to suffer. But I'm a demon, and I like how scars look. I think they're sexy. Try to see it my way." Karasae ran a finger along the length of one of the scars on Nessa's back, making the warlock gasp and arch her back, pressing her breasts into the demon. "And they're more sensitive, because the skin is thinner. With time, and with therapy, they will fade. But even if they don't, don't ever think you're ugly to me. Let me show you how much I like your scars."

Karasae turned Nessa around and pushed her against the wall, making the elf bite her lip and look back. The demon started at the highest point of the scars on her back, almost to the top of the trapezius. Her tongue slowly, lightly, glided down the length of the scar, making Nessa shiver. The sensitive skin made for a perfect target, and Karasae intended to take full advantage. Each scar received a teasing lick up and down, and Nessa was breathing faster. Her nipples hardened against the cold stone of the bathroom wall. Karasae knelt and licked up the length of a scar on her outer thigh, the fingers of one hand sliding up the inner thigh at the same time. The demon grinned when she reached her prize.

"You're soaked."

"Would you..." Nessa sighed with arousal as the demon's fingers delicately began to work over her clit. "...Believe it's because I just got out of the shower?"

"Not a chance," the succubus chuckled.

The demon stood up and pressed her body against Nessa's back. Her free hand touched the woman's chin, turning her head so that they could kiss. Two fingers slid inside the warlock, making her wince and moan loudly into her lover's mouth. Nessa pushed back against the demon, rolling her hips slightly to get more stimulation. She reached back with her good arm between the demon's legs and began to gently stroke Karasae's slit through her clothing. The succubus grabbed Nessa's wrist and pinned it to the small of her back in what would be half of a box tie if the demon could do so without hurting her.

Nessa squirmed a little, but didn't want to risk hurting herself, more for Karasae's benefit than her own. Her bad arm was starting to hurt again already, but she shut it out to focus on the pleasure. That part wasn't difficult - the demon knew her body better than anyone. She clamped down on Karasae's fingers in waves, shuddering against the wall. Her muffled moans ushered in a powerful climax just before her knees gave out. Karasae's hand deftly switched from pinning the warlock's arm to supporting her by the waist. The demon held her close as she broke the kiss, whispering into her ear.

"You're really going to get it when you recover."

Nessa chuckled weakly, offering a small smile, "You're a strange little thing, having a scar fetish."

"What can I say? I'm a demon. Let's get you to bed."

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Lasiri laid alone on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. She was younger than Cassia, only just pushing ninety years old. It was an age range that blood elves couldn't seem to agree on regarding adulthood. She too was tired of being treated like a child, but handled it with resigned disappointment rather than frustration and anger. Though she had already passed puberty, she was far from graceful. The awkward bundle of nerves and hormones didn't always know what she wanted, and found herself aroused at inconvenient times. Like now, for instance.

She sighed as she looked down at her chest. Her hard nipples were begging for attention, distracting her from more serious thoughts. She blamed the short, silken robe she slept in for stimulating them while she was focused on other things. The priest went back to ignoring the arousal for the time being, trying to make herself form a plan for dealing with the paladins. Her instructor had told her that she would soon start getting harassed frequently, since her power was increasing.

Why does my body think I'm a whore? This is just obnoxious. I'm a whore with no one to fuck. How droll. Ugh, now I sound like my instructor. Who even says 'droll' anymore? Fuck! I'm getting distracted and rambling again! ...And to myself, no less. Focus, prepare something to say to paladins so they leave you alone...

Lasiri struggled to keep her mind on track while she looked up at the dark ceiling. But between her hormones, her addiction to magic, and a complete lack of interest in politics, she couldn't make herself do it. Her mind wandered to the warlocks of her city. In her mind, there were two kinds: the ones who were a constant state of cruel, and the ones who attempted to be nice until they reacted like a wild animal and destroyed everything in sight. She began to draw parallels between them and her own kind, remembering much of the history she was required to read. Purple glowing tendrils snaked slowly through the air, dancing on her fingertips, as she held her hand above her idly.

She began to remember all the nights she spent in Wayfarer's Rest, attempting to socialize. Most nights, she simply ended up sitting alone, despite how open everyone was. She drove people away with her inability to maintain a conversation, mostly due to shyness. There was one particularly persistent man who took her home one night, but she had been disappointed by the outcome. The sex had been lackluster at best, and she found that she had been a lot more attracted to his actual sword than his member. After that, she didn't go in as much, but a woman had yet to approach her.

How pathetic. I finally figure out my sexuality and can't pick up a woman. Twenty year battle with sexual preferences... what a waste.

Her mind wandered to thoughts of what would have happened the night she spent at Nessa's house had her host been less of a lady. Nessa, Karasae, various other students, all were in her mind's eye in bursts of sexual fantasy. Scatterbrained though she was, the priest was beyond the point where she could ignore her arousal. She guided the roaming tendrils down to her own body, the thin vines of shadow energy sliding over her. They snaked under her nightie, spreading out towards her various sensitive areas. Her back arched as one touched her breast, sending shocks through the sensitive skin. Her free hand gripped the bedsheets, her eyes shutting tightly.

More tendrils sprouted from her fingertips, shooting lower. They wrapped around her ankles, drawing them up into a frog tie and keeping the legs spread. Others wrapped around her wrists and pushed her arms down to the bed. The first set of shadows had found her nipples and inner thighs, making her squirm and breathe quickly. A braid of the thin vines entered her pussy and unraveled, each smooth tip exploring a different part of her inner walls. Still more sprouted off and swirled around her clit. She thrashed from the intense stimulation, barely able to keep her screams in her throat. Shuddering and struggling against her own magic, a much needed climax hit the young priest, making her buck her hips as much as her own bondage allowed.

Once her senses had returned to her, but before she had an opportunity to rest, a thicker tentacle sprouted from the hub that had been forming over her midsection. It pushed itself into her mouth, forcing it open. She no longer had to hold back vocally; she had removed her ability to make much noise. The shadow energy twisted and spun inside her, making her whip her head back and forth. Another tentacle snaked behind her, sliding into the crevice and slowly into the rear entrance. With all of her most sensitive areas stimulated, and her arms and legs firmly secured, her next orgasm came very quickly.

This self domination always went on for five or six orgasms, drenching the girl in sweat by the end. When she finally dissipated the shadow magic, she gave a sigh of disappointment with the reminder that she always retained control.

I would love to do that to someone else... or perhaps even be at their mercy. Maybe. The look on a girl's face when I used this magic on her would be priceless, though.

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Roberick faced a very determined Cassia. A felguard stood next to him, ready to attack.

"Your graduation exam starts..." he began in a nonchalant tone, "...now."

The felguard charged Cassia. She dived out of the way and proceeded to hurl fire at it rapidly. Roberick did nothing to aid the demon he had sent after her, simply watching how she would handle it. It was a dangerous minion to be sure, but on its own, should not have been a match for anyone hoping to graduate. It eventually fell to the floor under a torrent of flame, fading away. Roberick looked at a stop watch before commenting.

"Again," he said lazily, snapping his fingers. The felguard instantly reappeared to charge at Cassia once more.

Cassia growled and dodged, bearing her teeth at the massive demon. More flame erupted from her hands to take the beast down a second time. It went down faster this time, due in no small part to Cassia's increase in anger.

"Enough games!" she shouted, hurling a fireball at Roberick's head.

The man leaned slightly to the left, just enough to let the spell pass by his ear. There was no sense of urgency in his actions, even when the fireball proceeded to crumble a pillar of stone behind him.

"At least you're smart enough to know that demons come from warlocks," he responded in the same bored tone, "Enough games indeed."

Roberick transformed into his demon form and leaped into the air. Cassia looked up to follow him, just in time to see him coming down to earth, aided by a flap of his wings. She was able to dodge, but not far enough. He struck the ground hard enough to crack the stone, knocking Cassia off her feet. Before she could get up, he grabbed her ankle and hurled her into a wall.

The old bastard is fast... shit shit shit... everything is spinning. I am so fucked. I am so incredibly fucked...

She struggled to stand, putting her hand on the wall to keep herself steady. When she could see straight again, she realized that Roberick was no longer in demon form. He was simply standing across the training area, waiting for her.

"You shouldn't have given me another chance!"

She tossed more fire in his general direction - rapid, weak spells designed to give the illusion that she was still too dizzy to properly aim. Roberick approached slowly, not even needing to dodge most of the attacks. When he was only a few yards away, she grabbed her imp by the neck, hurling it at him in a massive ball of flame. Roberick called down an infernal to block the attack, which it managed to do with no ill effects whatsoever. It then charged the blood elf, a single swipe of its stone arm knocking her into another wall.

Cassia went completely limp as the infernal struck her in the side of the head. Roberick approached her crumpled body and took her pulse before slipping a note in a pocket of her robe. He walked away without so much as a word to her, leaving her unconscious on the stone floor.
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