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Cassia woke up in a dark room. Her head was pounding, and she didn't know where she was. She started to get up, but a light caught her attention. It was extremely painful to her eyes, making her whimper loudly and turn away from it. She felt a hand on her shoulder.

"I know, dear. Your eye socket is cracked, so you're very sensitive to light right now. That candle is the weakest light I have; just try not to look at it."

"Neria? What happened?"

"You got your ass kicked is what happened. What's the last thing you remember?"

"Ugh... my exam. I used a large fire spell, then everything went black. Did you save me?"

"Roberick let you live. He slipped this note into your pocket before he left. That's when I picked you up and brought you here."

"Can you read it for me?"

Neria picked up the folded note from a nearby nightstand. She unfolded it and read aloud, "'You pass.' That's all it says."

"Yay," she replied, using the least excited tone she could possibly come up with, "So he basically just runs through a script, and anyone who survives passes?"

"I don't pretend to understand warlock training and culture, but your exam was probably the harshest I've seen. I think the point was to show you that you could have easily been killed, despite your ability. I see why Talionia was replaced with him now though; he's also a demonologist."

"Ha. You weren't kidding about not understanding warlock culture."

"What do you mean?"

"It's political, Neria. He isn't her right hand for his specialization, or even his power. He's her right hand, because she knows that no one will try to assassinate her as long as he is second in command. Under him, warlocks would be much more dangerous. He is a much better and more brutal leader than Felwhisper could ever be, and no faction leader with paladins in their ranks wants to see what he would do with that kind of power."

"That's... shockingly insightful of you, Cassia. And quite frankly, terrifying. I hadn't thought of that. How do you know all of this?"

"It's a common occurrence in the Burning Legion, but it doesn't really work. For it to be a useful strategy, your enemies have to believe the same thing. Paladins want to purge everything with a hint of shadow magic; they'd love the opportunity to be in open war with us."

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Though the dark ranger's report had been accurate, Sylvanas had chosen to not act on this information. Many warlocks left the blood elf capital, and the few who were left behind were isolated. A lot of students felt it necessary to leave, as Talionia was the only remaining instructor, and she was understandably overworked. In the days that followed, the Talon's following had grown stronger, the scarred face of their leader a constant reminder of what could happen to them. The Dark Lady watched as even warlocks under her own command left, making no attempt to stop them. The orcs had always been less affected by Nessa's situation, and most remained in Orgrimmar. The ones that stayed made it clear that they were loyal to the Horde, which actually served to improve their social standing.

"I am still with you, Warchief," Grol'dar assured Thrall.

"But how many are not?"

"Among orcs? Some. Among others though..."

"Yes, I heard. Dismissed."

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To her own credit, Nessa had discouraged any sort of violence against paladins unless in self defense. Her following was greater than she'd expected, and it would give her a lot of bargaining power. Her ultimate goal was to make Horde cities safe for warlocks, whether it be through diplomacy or war. Roberick and her other advisors had come up with a daring multipronged attack to retake Silvermoon in a matter of hours. From a tactical standpoint, even she had to admit that it was nothing short of genius.

The squads would be split, each warlock roaming on a set path on their own, and converging at thirteen minutes past the hour. At this time, all over the city, multiple squads would form and attack simultaneously. This would put the paladins into a state of panic, defeating the advantage of their military expertise. All groups would converge just north of Murder Row exactly three hours and twenty minutes later, funneling any surviving paladins into a choke point to decimate their ranks. They would then storm the Reagent Lord's chamber and force him to stand down as leader of Silvermoon.

Nessa disagreed on the last part, on the basis that she had no desire to lead the city as a whole. Furthermore, she knew that the city leaders would not go down without a fight, and were fully capable of killing more warlocks than she was comfortable with losing. Still, the remainder of the takeover plan looked promising. The main problem she had with it was that she knew her followers were, for the most part, in no way capable of this level of synchronization. And for the time being, the plan was just a basic overview. The details would take months to sort out.

In the meantime, a letter arrived that emphasized a method that she was more comfortable with. It was emblazoned with the Icon of Torment, and bore Sylvanas personal stamp in her own blood. It was a dark red, almost black. Nessa cocked her eyebrow at this, having been certain that the Banshee Queen's blood would have been replaced by the green plague liquid as it was with many of her people. Included with the letter was another document, one that she neglected to look at for the time being.

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Lady Felwhisper:

The exodus of warlocks from Horde cities is unacceptable. Your propaganda machine is rather finely tuned, and you are no doubt well on your way to forming a military plan for a hostile invasion of Azeroth. As you are no doubt aware, the final battle against Arthas draws ever nearer. Any of the Horde's people that you turn or murder will hurt our ability to destroy him.

Surely you remember how devastating the coup staged by Varimathras was, and how it cost us the victory at the Wrathgate. Besides the annoyance of having these lumbering baboons watching our every move now, the Kor'Kron occupation hurts the Horde further by spreading the military thinner.

This is a unique situation in which we can actually help each other. Enclosed you will find a grant of diplomatic immunity within the walls of my city. Send a response with my courier detailing when you will be here. I wish to speak to you personally at your earliest possible convenience. Do not bring advisors or guards.

Lady Sylvanas Windrunner

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Nessa now looked at the other piece of paper. It was also stamped and signed, bearing a striking resemblance to blood elf official documents. Despite the fact that this was exactly what she should have wanted, she couldn't help but feel as though it was a trap. The fact that the dark rangers had been spying on her did not help matters.

"What should I tell the courier, Fel Lady?" Mierelle asked.

"I'm not sure if I should trust your queen."

"If the Dark Lady has given her word, then that is what will be."

"And you have absolute faith in this woman?"

"You would find it difficult to find a forsaken who does not."

"Very well. Tell the courier that I will be there within the hour, through the portal from Shattrath."

"Understood."

Nessa rolled her shoulders, an unconscious nervous gesture that tended to coincide with meetings with authority figures. She went to her dresser to find the robe that her people had insisted on, and was beginning to undress when Karasae finally spoke.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

"Alright. I'm a bit frightened, to be honest. I don't think I can handle the banshee queen alone, let alone with the Kor'Kron behind her."

"If you don't trust the documents, don't go."

"If I refuse, future negotiations may prove impossible. We would be forced into war, and I'm not sure that we can hold Silvermoon against the Horde. Help me with my robe?"

Karasae walked behind her summoner and began to adjust and fasten the straps and buckles. When the robe was in place, her scars were totally hidden. Even her face was not visible with the hood pulled up. She walked out of her own room near the back of their underground lair and through the hall to the outside market area. It was small, but featured an all-warlock merchant lineup of many different types of goods. Her own potions were even for sale, but she hardly had enough time to run a stand of her own.

Upon entering Shattrath, the guards watched her closely, as if expecting her to cause trouble. Instead, she went straight to the portals and went through the Undercity portal. The portal took her to the mage and warlock training area, and in true forsaken fashion, she was mostly ignored. The blood elf recruits took notice, however. They exchanged whispers, but Nessa wasn't there to deal with them. The Kor'kron was noticeably agitated with her presence. Karasae kept her eyes forward, resisting the urge to scout. They entered Sylvanas's throne room, the banshee queen stepping down immediately to greet them.

"I did not expect you to show up at all, let alone so quickly. Follow me."

"Your harboring of a known criminal is barely tolerated as it is," Bragor growled, "And now you wish to hide your meeting?"

"I don't want to hear it, Bragor. Feel free to write me up, if you can even write."

They entered a passage Nessa remembered from when Karasae had brought her to Undercity before. Unlike most diplomatic missions, Nessa did not remove her hood this time. Sylvanas offered them seats in her private chamber before beginning the discussion.

"So my scout got careless."

"Indeed. Surely by now you've learned what you need to, and you could have had me killed in a much less spectacular way, so why bring me here?"

"It's because of what she learned that you're here. I was unaware of any desire on your part for diplomacy, but in her full report, my scout stated that violence was actually going to be your last resort."

"I'm surprised. Particularly after I threatened her life and the life of her warlock toy when my wife caught her."

"That was not in her report. She did, however, say she was positively identified."

"The warlock still lives, if you didn't already know. She's an upstart little bitch, but she might be able to become useful with time."

"I keep an eye on anyone who gets close to my elite, particularly warlocks. Well, Felwhisper, I'll get to the point. You have a majority share of the Horde's warlocks, but you don't want war. What is your goal? Is there some point to this power trip, or are you still just saving your own skin?"

"My skin..." Nessa scoffed and stood up and took two steps forward. Sylvanas went for a dagger immediately.

"Don't think that close quarters means you can win this, demon lover."

"Help me with my robe, lover." Nessa said, ignoring the other woman's defensive stance.

Sylvanas cocked her head with a confused expression on her face. Karasae stood and helped undress her summoner. When the robe fell to the floor, Sylvanas could see that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. More importantly, she recognized the type of scars the warlock was covered with. She stood up and came closer as Nessa turned to show the scars on her back.

"My goal..." Nessa said sadly, "Is to make sure that this never happens to someone else."

Sylvanas wrapped her arms gently around the warlock, and Nessa could see an older, but similar scar on the banshee queen's right arm. She turned her head away and shut her eyes.

"So it's true, then? Felwhisper, are you aware of how you ended up in night elf hands?"

"Thrall handed me over to the druids."

"The druids Thrall handed you over to were taurens. They're dead. We all assumed you had killed them and were injured trying to escape."

Nessa held her tongue. She wanted to scream at Karasae for not telling her this detail. She knew the demon must have seen all of it. But the demon spoke up first.

"It doesn't matter." Karasae sighed, "That was clearly a setup. She was being transported unconscious and bound, with only two guards."

"Hmph. Perhaps there is no difference to a demon, but night elves are our oldest enemies. To purposefully deliver a blood elf prisoner into their hands would be a soul crushing insult."

"As great of an insult as forcing another night elf to step in and stop it? The beating was so atrocious that I'm happy Nessa doesn't remember all of it! The night elf who saved her life claims to have only witnessed a very small part, and that was enough to turn on her own people!"

"That's enough," Nessa said weakly, "Sylvanas can see the damage." Nessa turned to face the banshee queen and continued, "She is right about one thing though: it doesn't matter. The paladins can make anyone disappear for any reason, regardless of rank. Silvermoon is not safe for us, and as long as we have no protection from them, no Horde city will be safe."

"There is only one high ranking paladin in my city, and I keep a close eye on her. We need the help of your people, Felwhisper. Any member of the Talon of Hope from any Horde city will be safe within our walls, so long as you keep any business of the organization out of my city. This is the deal I brought you here to offer."

"I will pass the word to my own people. This is a major diplomatic victory."

"Will you speak to Thrall?"

"I... I don't think I can ever look that man in the eye again."

"Then I will speak to him on your behalf. Your people are not known for their patience, warlock. I want to stop this before it goes any further." Nessa crouched down to pick up her robe and began to get dressed again. "Damn it. It's been months since I got someone naked in my private chamber, and she gets dressed again before anything happens."

Nessa stopped and cocked an eyebrow at Sylvanas. "Months? You poor thing. You give yourself entirely too much work if you don't have time for a good fuck every day or so." Karasae giggled into her hand and she added, "Besides, you don't strike me as the type to like women. And I do nothing without my wife. You're clearly not a fan of demons."

"I don't 'like' women, no. I would absolutely not form a relationship with a woman, but I'm not blind. I see attractive women, and I see women who I believe would perform well in bed. You are right about the demon part though - while a succubus would fit both categories, it cannot be trusted."

"Most of the time, you'd be right, but I trust my own."

"To what end?"

"Any end. I've been at her mercy more times than I can count."

"Something I would never allow from any lover."

Karasae smirked and chimed in, "Kneel before the banshee queen?"

"Ha! Yes, she gets the idea!"

"I don't always push for dominance, especially when she's injured."

"Which must happen a lot to someone who causes as much trouble as Felwhisper."

"Hey!" Nessa interjected, her cheeks reddening.

"Yes, she's always getting cut up or something equally horrific." Karasae replied, "But even when she's not, I let her have her way every now and then."

"Bah. Equality is overrated when you can make someone do your bidding."

"I suppose it's my fault for falling in love with the silly elf."

Karasae smiled at Nessa, who was holding her robe up haphazardly. Her arms were crossed in front of her breasts, armfuls of dark cloth hanging over her forearms. Some of her dark hair dangled in her face, not quite obscuring her blush. The warlock returned a nervous smile, glancing between Sylvanas and Karasae.

"How are her injuries?"

"The right arm is weak, but the major problems are gone. We could just take advantage of her. She prefers feeling like a slut toy anyway."

Nessa's eyes went wide from Karasae's bluntness. This wasn't her intention when she disrobed, but her lack of underwear left her motives open to interpretation. The way the demon and the banshee queen were looking at her didn't leave much hope for her to simply get dressed and leave.

"Now then, Dark Lady," Karasae grinned, "Won't you be a dear and find something to keep her under control? I'm afraid I don't carry a whole lot of bondage equipment to diplomatic meetings."

"Oh, you really should. You'd be very well liked. Just look at Jiana."

"Hey!" Nessa blurted out, turning redder, "Don't I get a say in this?"

"Go ahead," Karasae replied matter-of-factly, "Tell us that you want no part of being helpless at our mercy, and I'll help you get dressed and we can leave."

"I'll be good," Nessa said meekly, lowering her head a little.

"Impressive," Sylvanas added, bringing a significant amount of rope over to Nessa, "You really have her wrapped around your little finger. Now drop that silly robe, warlock. Struggle if you wish; it makes no difference to me."

Nessa did as she was told, letting her robe fall to the floor and exposing herself once more. She allowed Sylvanas to bind her arms quite well. Testing the ropes, she knew she wasn't going to be freeing herself from this predicament. The banshee queen continued to add a body harness, pushing the warlock's breasts out, and a joy rope that nestled between her butt cheeks. When it was pulled up and secured in the front, it went between her pussy lips as well, resting on one side of her clit. Sylvanas brought the rope down again, placing it on the other side of the bound girl's clit as well before securing it for a final time in the back. Every movement Nessa made teased her clit, which was gently pinched between the rope. She whimpered and squirmed, her clit already throbbing.

"Oh, I like that," Karasae grinned, "The poor little subby girl is already frustrated."

"That's too bad for her. I haven't decided if I should let her come in my private chamber yet. I might just send her away desperate. Either way, I'll let you keep that body harness on her. It should make for a fun trip home."

"What an evil mind you have! And here I thought we wouldn't get along very well."

Sylvanas hooked a finger under one of the strands of Nessa's body harness and pulled up just enough to make the warlock stumble forward and tiptoe. She looked directly into Nessa's eyes and spoke with authority.

"Kneel, slave."

She loosened her grip and Nessa complied. Nessa looked up at the two dominant women standing over her. Karasae hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her leather panties and winked at the warlock. Sylvanas stepped behind the demon and put her hands on the demon's hands.

"Let me do that, sexy. You're a guest in my home, after all."

As she slipped the demon's bottoms off, she knelt down behind Karasae. Her fingers ran up Karasae's inner thighs and found her wetness.

"Mmm... see something you like?"

Sylvanas didn't respond verbally, instead electing to kiss and lick up Karasae's bare thigh. Her tongue found the crack of the demon's ass and wiggled between the cheeks, making its way to the puckered hole. Karasae gasped and widened her stance a little, looking down at the banshee queen. She got a handful of Nessa's hair and pulled the warlock's head forward, making her provide stimulation to the neglected wetness in front. Sylvanas spread the demon's cheeks with both hands to get better access, and the added tongue in front made Karasae's eyes roll back. She moaned loudly from the attention she was receiving. Sylvanas eased a single finger into Karasae's ass and stood up to play with the demon's nipple. Nessa knew exactly what to do with her tongue, flicking the throbbing clit in front of her back and forth. Combined with the banshee queen's added stimulation, she couldn't hold out for very long. She threw her head back and screamed, bucking her hips into Nessa's face as she climaxed. Sylvanas continued to tease the demon's nipples, eliciting after shocks out of her.

"You're lucky I can't take it anymore," Sylvanas purred, "I need attention."

"Such a gracious host... we'll make it up to you."

Karasae unbuckled and removed the banshee queen's pants while the woman removed her own top. Sylvanas was quickly naked before the other two. Her proud form had several scars, but unlike Nessa, she had no shame about them. Leaning down, Sylvanas touched Nessa's chin and spoke softly.

"Wear your scars like a badge of honor. No one can take the battles you've fought away from you."

Nessa closed her eyes and nodded. When she opened them again, Sylvanas was standing inches away from her face, stroking her hair. Karasae knelt next to her summoner and brushed the length of the banshee queen's slit gently with her fingertip. Her finger made its way up to the small patch of very short pubic hair above the slit, making the woman in front of her twitch and very nearly scream.

"So sensitive..." Karasae said as she gently brushed the patch of hair up and down, "We're going to make you scream, Sylvanas."

"Yes!" she panted, lacing the fingers of each hand into a different woman's hair, "Eat me!"

Warlock and minion leaned forward, gently licking the sensitive area between the banshee queen's legs. Nessa's tongue found its way to the woman's clit first, circling slowly around it until Karasae's tongue joined. Their tongues flitted gently up and down, one on either side of the swollen nubbin. The exquisite stimulation of her long neglected clit threatening to buckle her knees, Sylvanas braced on the women's shoulders for support. Karasae slowly inched a single digit inside the woman in front of her, gauging her reaction. Sylvanas whimpered softly between moans, and began to rock her hips in an attempt to take the rest of the demon's finger inside herself. Karasae obliged, albeit at a teasingly slow pace. Once her finger was hilted inside the banshee queen, she stopped moving it. She could feel the pulsing squeezes as Sylvanas slowly attained higher levels of arousal. Frustrated with the efforts of the two women kneeling in front of her to draw it out as long as possible, the banshee queen shrieked in desperation.

"Faster! Ahhh! Faster! Make me come!"

Nessa and Karasae complied, flicking her clit between their tongues at a fast pace. Karasae resumed fingering her, and her juices began to dribble down the demon's arm. Her body wracked with spasms as her orgasm hit, her hips bucking wildly. She through her head back, screaming and pulling the two into her involuntarily. By the time her intense climax finally came to an end, she was putting nearly all of her weight on the other two. Her ragged breathing and trembling did nothing to stop Karasae from stimulating her more. It wasn't until she caught her breath that she was able to protest.

"N-no... ahh! No more! Hahh!"

Karasae ceased licking for only a moment to respond, her finger still sliding in and out of the woman's wetness. "Are you sure about that?"

"Ah... I'll come again too- fast! Ahhh!"

"Yes, come for us again."

"Fucking... ahh... demon... ahhh! I'm gonna come!"

True to her word, it was barely any time at all after her first climax that she came once more, bucking her hips into the grinning demon's face. It was less intense than her first, and accompanied by less screaming, but she almost fell to her knees none the less. This time, she was able to pull away before Karasae could continue. The demon giggled and stood up.

"Now then, what shall we do with our captive, hmm?"

"She has a talented tongue. I think she's earned the right to receive some attention of her own."

Karasae squatted next to the bound warlock and massaged her breasts, making her roll her head back and moan softly. She felt a single finger on her pinched clit, making her snap her head forward and gasp. Sylvanas was crouched in front of her, gently teasing Nessa's needy clit. Her fingers rubbed in a circular motion, barely making contact. She grabbed Nessa's hair and forced her to maintain eye contact, rubbing faster but never pressing harder.

"I think I've been cruel enough, don't you? Come for me." Nessa moaned and squirmed, finding it hard to build up an orgasm with so little friction. "What's wrong, slut? Don't you want to come?"

"Please! I can't come like this!" Karasae pinched her nipples, making her scream loudly.

"Try harder."

Whimpering and rocking her hips, Nessa struggled in frustration from her predicament. Without warning, Sylvanas gave her that extra little bit of friction she needed. Nessa screamed and thrashed in her bonds, making Karasae hold her steady. She could barely move at all against the demon's superior strength, and even her shuddering and bucking was mostly suppressed. Her bound pussy was sent into involuntary spasms while she screamed and exploded in ecstasy, gushing over the ropes and dripping to the floor as her juices flowed over the dark lady's hand. Once she stopped struggling, Karasae freed her wrists and she slumped forward. Sylvanas caught the warlock, helping to hold her up.

"You do know the warlocks were welcome here even before all of this, right?" Sylvanas quipped.

Nessa offered a weak chuckle, still trying to catch her breath.

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In a neutral tavern in Dalaran, a cloaked man pushed a heavy sack of coins across the table. The troll across from him picked it up, mainly to test the weight.

"You came highly recommended," he said, reaching into his robe, "But consider this a gift. It might make the job easier." He placed a smaller, glowing sack on the table before adding, "I don't really care how you do it, just get it done."
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