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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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Silently, barely breathing, the hunter hid in the bushes with her wolf. She watched her target from a distance, sizing up the threat. Voices in the troll's head refused to cease, attempting to distract her from her mission.

"Look at you, all grown up."

"Shut up."

"You even let those barbarians give you a troll name."

"Shut up!"

"You can never escape it. You can never escape what you really are. Do you think this is you? It's not. You still don't think in Trollish, or even Orcish. You know what you are. You love what you are. You can fight and shoot and kill as much as you want, but a whore by any other name..."

She shut her eyes tightly and lowered her head, trying to force the thoughts away. Her loyal wolf nudged her with his nose, bringing her back to reality. Focusing on the target again, the troll grimaced. Nessa was walking with only her succubus through the forest, despite knowing she was a high profile target. The hunter was certain it was a trap, which is why she had scouted for so long. However, she could find no indication that anything was amiss. The two were speaking Demonic, but nothing about the conversation's tone seemed particularly secretive to her.

"I smell a troll in the bushes," Karasae said offhandedly, "There's a wolf with her."

"Any idea how long she's been watching us?"

"I believe about an hour now."

"Interesting." They stopped walking suddenly, making the hunter tense up. Nessa raised her voice and spoke in Orcish. "This is getting old, troll. Show yourself."

The wolf growled uneasily, but the troll simply came forward as Nessa requested. She was short for a troll, about Nessa's height. Her skin was smooth and well-kept, bearing no mark of battle. It was a light green, and even all the way through, unlike many trolls whose skin had darker colored patches in odd places. Her fiery orange hair was braided for utility, but even so, it shone with the efforts made to take care of it. But the one thing Nessa noticed more than any other was the troll's tusks; they simply were not there.

"A child." Nessa said calmly, "You should not follow people like that. Terrokar does not have the nicest population."

"I am no child," the troll responded in perfect Thalassian, complete with elven accent, "And do not think you do me a favor by speaking Orcish, Felwhisper."

"Oh my, aren't we special?" Nessa responded mockingly, "Well then, get to the point, woman. Who are you and what do you want?"

"My name is Hai'tuja. Or as your people call me... Vyroreri."

"Vyroreri is not your name, it-"

"I know what it means!" the hunter snapped, bearing her teeth, "I know exactly what it means! I've been hired to kill you, Felwhisper. It's not supposed to be personal, but every time I put one of you pointy-eared, condescending fucks into the ground, I can't help but feel just a little bit better about myself."

She removed her rifle from the straps holding it to her back, and her wolf came out of the bushes slowly to join her. Nessa chuckled and readied her magic. A smirk spread across the warlock's lips.

"Poor little insect. You're out of your element. I hope you're ready for this fight you started."

Nessa shapeshifted into her demon form and lunged at the hunter, catching her off guard. Hai'tuja fired three times and rolled out of the way. The warlock was expecting the bullets to bounce off of her demon hide, but was met with a rather nasty surprise. The bullets were glowing with holy light, and seared into her skin as if molten hot. Karasae immediately went after the wolf before it could join the attack on her summoner. Hai'tuja gritted her teeth as she fired again. The smell of burning flesh was bad enough, but this time, it was demon flesh. More bullets hit Nessa's ribcage, making her roar in agony. She knew she had to do something differently - the hunter was going to cut her down at this rate.

"Ignore the mutt!" Nessa bellowed, "Get that cursed rifle!"

Karasae quickly shifted focus to the hunter. She closed in quickly, forcing the hunter to disengage onto a high tree branch. The demon followed, and Hai'tuja soon lost sight of her wolf as they moved through the forest. This proved unfortunate for the loyal animal. In her last act before transforming, Nessa grabbed the wolf by the scruff of its neck and slammed it into a tree trunk with all of her strength. The wolf went limp, but Nessa was forced to return to her normal form. She fell to one knee, breathing hard. The holy magic was making her weak, and the longer it seeped into her blood, the worse it got. She took out her dagger and began to cut out the projectiles lodged in her skin.

The demon turned out to be a lot more difficult to hit with a rifle than Nessa had been. Hai'tuja dropped from the tree and ran back towards Nessa, firing at Karasae the whole time. Karasae wove in and out of trees, trying to get an opportunity to strike with her whip. The moment she saw an opening, she let loose with all of the shadow magic she could muster, sending her glowing whip at the hunter's right arm. It connected, but the troll didn't drop her weapon as planned. Karasae threw herself at the hunter, hoping to disarm her with brute strength. As she got close, Hai'tuja did in fact drop her weapon, but by choice. The troll used her now free hands to pull two daggers, hilting them in either side of the demon's rib cage. With a howl of rage, Karasae vanished from Outlands.

Hai'tuja picked up her rifle and cautiously crept back through the forest toward her target. By the time she got to Nessa, the warlock was in demon form once more, sniffing the air. Having not seen the forced transformation, she believed that the warlock had been in demon form the entire time.

Shit. The bullets are only pissing her off, and she probably knows I'm close by now.

In a daring charge, the troll dashed out of the bushes and fired rapidly. Nessa jumped to avoid most of the shots, but the first two hit her before she could react. She came down hard where the hunter should have been, but her bone crushing blow was dodged by her agile assailant. Nessa ignited the very air around her, causing an explosion that knocked the hunter into a tree. Hai'tuja quickly realized that as tough as the demon's hide was, she did not want to fight Nessa at range. She was having trouble breathing, and only then realized that she had been fighting magic she could not see from the very beginning.

Nessa charged and knocked the rifle away, making the hunter resort to hand to hand combat with her two daggers. Nessa had strength and reach, but Hai'tuja had speed and flexibility. Each time her dagger landed a blow, the damage was barely that of a bee sting. Nessa only landed a single punch, but it was enough. The hunter fell to the ground, and Nessa used the opportunity to launch a finishing attack. Hai'tuja closed her eyes and thrust her daggers upwards in a desperate motion. She met soft skin, and the blades sank in easily. She could feel the light frame of an elf on top of her, trembling. Opening her eyes, she saw the warlock's shocked expression.

"Why..." Hai'tuja asked shakily, her face softening in disappointment, "Why did you change back?"

"C-... Couldn't... erk..."

Hai'tuja gently rolled the elf off of her and pulled her daggers out, making Nessa cry out in pain. The hunter limped over to her rifle and came back to the warlock, aiming at her chest.

"I guess those holy bullets were useful after all. Now I wish I hadn't used them. You would have made a much more satisfying target. Any last words?"

"I've never... erk!" Nessa coughed up blood, and the hunter patiently waited for her to continue, "Never seen... a manufactured exotic... take up a combat class."

"I never had a choice."

Hai'tuja pulled the trigger, placing a round square in Nessa's chest. With no more demon hide to protect her, it went much further than skin deep. The troll crouched and checked Nessa's pulse to be sure, then went over to her wolf. The sight of the animal's twisted body made her heart sink. She knelt in front of her loyal companion and sighed heavily.

"That bitch. I'm so sorry, Amarog. I would have never taken you into this battle if I had known."

She closed her eyes and prayed over the corpse of her beloved pet before picking it up in both arms and standing up. When she turned around, Nessa was gone. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, and she cautiously put the dead wolf back on the ground. Slowly, she turned in a full circle, her eyes darting around. Nessa's felguard came crashing through the forest at her, swinging its oversized axe. The hunter was much more nimble than the demon, but deathly afraid of its weapon. She found the holy bullets to be very effective against the felguard, however, and it was starting to slow down after only a few shots. In a desperate lunge, the demon threw all of its weight into an attack. Hai'tuja tried to disengage, but wasn't paying attention to her surroundings. She slammed into a tree trunk with her back, and the axe sunk into the wood and the flesh of her right arm. This left the felguard's midsection open, and a couple of well placed shots removed it from Outlands. She slumped against the tree trunk, breathing hard.

She's gone. Why did she run? She had me.

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Nessa's wyvern carried its near-unconscious passenger back to the Talon's base. She wasn't interested in making a dramatic entrance, but she had set up the market area at the only passage to the surface. She angled her wyvern down, more sharply than she'd intended, and plummeted toward the felguards posted at the entrance. Pulling up at the reigns, she tried to regain control, but the wyvern was rather tired of her antics by this point. It shrugged her off onto the ground, and she rolled down the stairs, flopping right onto the market floor. There was yelling around her, and she struggled to not black out. Someone, or something, picked her up and held her by the underarms, carrying her into the back. By the time she was able to focus again, two of her undead advisors were speaking to her.

"Focus, Fel Lady," Roberick said, "Zanien has already sent for a trusted healer. What happened to you?"

"Bullets... holy bullets..."

"She has a weakness to holy energy?" Mierelle asked incredulously, "I thought that was a rumor."

"Interesting. It looks like we need to make an example out of someone. Ah yes, here she is now."

"Nessa? Oh my, you look just awful." Nessa recognized the voice. It was the same priest who had healed her when she first arrived in Shattrath. "What happened?"

"It would seem as though she was shot with bullets imbued with holy magic."

"Right then. Let's get those out of you, then we can close up your wounds. Offensive holy magic can be bad for a warlock with your level of fel co-... affinity."

Roberick chuckled as the priest caught her tongue. The healer set about removing the bullets she could easily get to first, placing them in a glass container filled with a translucent blue liquid. When she got to Nessa's chest wound, she gave the injured warlock a puzzled look.

"How did you survive this?"

Nessa reached into her robe and produced a cracked soulstone, offering a bloody grin in response. "I didn't."

"Right," she sighed, putting her forehead in her hand, "Okay, we're going to need you to lay down so I can prepare you for surgery. I hate how you warlocks think dying is trivial."

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Xantir had been growing increasingly mindful of his wife's changes in demeanor. Though she had only spoken to Nessa twice, she had clearly gotten increasingly bold in bed. This was far from bothering him, but he did worry at times that she would lose any sense of taboo, or even carry her personality changes to other aspects of her life. He tried to dismiss the fear that she would tire of him, but it did occasionally creep into his thoughts.

Still, it was hard to even want to resist what Tianes had become. She seemed to be able to switch between lady and harlot in the blink of an eye, and the harlot became more daring with each passing day. She continued to introduce toys and fetishes, and flirt with the idea of group sex. Not to mention the fact that she was a screamer now. Her recently heightened reactions made him more eager to please her, which in turn made it that much easier to draw him into increasingly kinkier sex.

Tianes had taken to wearing underwear significantly less often, regularly using it as a way to tease and arouse her husband. Whenever she was not in battle armor, there was a good chance that she wasn't in panties either. Anytime she rubbed up against him like this, he could feel her breasts through her thin robe, as he did now.

"Barely clothed again?" he asked with a sly smile, glancing at the woman pressing herself against him.

"What's the point of panties..." she whispered in his ear, "If they're just going to get soaking... dripping... wet?"

This got an immediate rise out of him, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "What if it shows?"

"You mean if I get so wet it coats my inner thighs? Oh that ship has long sailed, baby. I'm so hot that it's going to start running down my legs." She moaned softly, adding, "I've been such a bad girl. I need you to punish me for being such a horny slut."

She took one of his hands and guided it up her robe. Sure enough, he found her inner thighs slick with arousal. He let his middle finger travel a little higher to lightly brush up and down her smooth slit. Tianes squirmed and bit her lip.

"And just what should I do to punish this horny slut?"

"Tie me up!" she gasped, rocking her hips from his teasing stimulation, "Blindfold me... hold me down, make me scream!"

"Well that was a given, don't you think? I think we should give you more than you can handle. Fetch your rope and blindfold, slut."

Obediently, Tianes went over to a chest and opened it, removing several lengths of rope and a silk scarf. When she brought them back and handed them to him, she pulled her robe off over her head, revealing her bare body.

"Good girl. Hands."

She turned her back to him and presented her wrists together at the small of her back, allowing him to bind her securely. She had been the one to teach him how to do the ties, and though he wondered where she'd learned it, he kept silent about that point. Once he was done, she pulled at her ropes and moaned, leaning over a bit.

"I can't move my hands! Please touch me!"

He pinched her nipples, making her squirm and yelp, before picking her up and laying her onto the bed. Climbing on top of her, he kissed her deeply while slipping the blindfold into place. She whimpered and whined helplessly as he caressed her body, making her writhe in place. Within minutes, she was panting. Tianes was more than ready without any foreplay, and this was driving her insane. He took his sweet time on her ears, her neck, her lips, her cleavage, and her ribs before even hinting at touching a nipple again. By the time he did, she shrieked and arched her back from the shock. He focused on the hard nipples now, sucking and licking one while his fingers tweaked the other. The helpless paladin under him spread her legs, hoping to encourage him to stop teasing her.

Eventually, her whimpering and begging got to him, and he began to kiss down her midsection. He made his way to her thighs, slowly licking up and down the area where her juices had already run down, then up to the crevice between her leg and her pussy. To her relief, he finally took pity on his desperate wife and let his tongue go to her clit. He swirled and flicked the nubbin, alternating to her inner petals every now and then. Finally, after so much agonizing foreplay, she came, screaming his name at the top of her lungs. She struggled with all her might against the binding ropes, thrashing and shrieking in pleasure as the climax washed over her. He chuckled and stood up, finally disrobing himself.

"Don't go anywhere." He said with a grin.

He walked over to the same chest the ropes had come from and came back with his hands full of toys. Three were small clamps with vibrators attached, and as evil as these could be, the other toys he was carrying were even more special. They were three realistic looking dildos that she had picked up. But they weren't simply realistic in look; they had been enchanted to work of their own accord, so to speak. One by one, Xantir placed a clip on each nipple, and then her clit, turning each vibrator on before moving to the next. Tianes squirmed and moaned loudly, but he cut the later short by stuffing one of the dildos in her mouth. She responded with a muffled scream of protest, but the toy was already working itself in and out of her mouth, and she couldn't shake it free. It felt and tasted real too, giving her a distinctly slutty feel as she was forced to take it in her mouth.

The second one went between her breasts, thrusting back and forth. The tip was very near her face on each forward stroke. It further stimulated her already overloaded breasts, but her muffled protests did nothing to make Xantir consider easing up. She felt the last one press against her ass and shook her head, frantically trying to scream past the cock in her mouth. With her juices already coating the crack of her ass, he had no trouble sliding it in. She screamed as the toy worked itself in and out of her, trying in earnest to free herself from the bonds. Finally, he slid his own cock into her wetness, having a bit of trouble getting inside her as she tightened from the copious amount of stimulation. Having him inside her was enough to push her over the edge again. She came hard, screaming and struggling with all her might. As she climaxed, the toys did as well, coating the inside of her mouth and ass with the fake cum. The one between her breasts came as well, spraying all over her face and breasts. She swallowed obediently, but they didn't stop, and neither did Xantir.

He kept thrusting into her, not letting her even catch her breath between climaxes. She wished she could free her arms, or at least shake her blindfold off. By the time her fourth climax hit, she wanted to beg. She whimpered through the toy in her mouth, feeling very much like a whore with the fake cum spraying all over her every time she came, and even more so with being forced to swallow. But he didn't let up, and all she could do was take it. She shook like a leaf, moaning loudly as a fifth climax took hold of her. Her inner walls squeezed down on his cock, mostly by choice. The added tightness was too much for Xantir, and he came with her. After a moment, he reached up and removed the toy from her mouth.

"You look like you need a shower." Xantir said with a smirk.

"Bastard," Tianes panted, "I'll get you for this."

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Laurelin walked through the small underground market area, stopping at the doorway to the inner sanctum. It was guarded by two warlocks, who in turn were flanked by two felguards.

"I need to speak to Lady Felwhisper."

"One does not simply 'speak to' the Fel Lady," one of the guards replied, "Your faction needs to send a request and have it approved-"

"She knows me, and anyone on her council can verify this."

He turned to the other guard, who nodded in response, before going inside to seek out one of Nessa's advisors. He found Mierelle first.

"A night elf wishes to speak to the Fel Lady. She claims familiarity."

"A night elf? I'm going to see for myself. If it's a druid, be ready to kill her."

"Understood."

The two walked back to the doorway, finding an increasingly impatient Laurelin waiting for them. Mierelle chuckled before speaking.

"I'm surprised you didn't simply sneak past them."

"Hello, Mierelle. I'm tired and in no mood for sneaking."

"Very well, let her past." Laurelin walked inside, and Mierelle lead her toward Nessa's office. "Lady Felwhisper is in poor health. Try to make this fast."

"She's fallen ill?"

"It isn't my place to speak of it. She can tell you herself."

When they reached Nessa's office, Mierelle announced her presence and left. Laurelin hopped up and sat on the corner of the warlock's desk.

"You just can't stop getting into trouble, can you Nessa?"

"Nope. This one was a hired assassin, firing holy bullets no less." Nessa handed the rogue a small, clear container with a single extracted bullet inside, "Here you go."

Laurelin tilted it back and forth, looking at it with a grin. "This should cause some trouble in Stormwind."

"Ah yes, speaking of which, your payment." Nessa held out a sack of gold, but Laurelin didn't take it immediately.

"I would feel awkward accepting gold from you."

"Then accept it from the Talon of Hope, for services rendered."

The rogue rolled her eyes and snatched the gold, "Fine."

"Oh, and this is from me." Nessa held out a thin gold necklace with a small pendant. The pendant was green, and looked to have swirling clouds trapped in it. Laurelin tilted her head, looking at it with a furrowed brow. "I know you don't like that I feel indebted to you, but maybe this will make us even. If you're ever in trouble, simply say, 'Fel Lady watches over me', and help will arrive."

"Nessa... I can't wear this. You know how my people feel about fel energy."

Nessa leaned closer to the rogue and replied, "I'm aware. But unless this is one long, strange dream, you saved a warlock from the clutches of your people."

"That's different, I-" Laurelin sighed heavily and put the necklace on, "Thank you. I'm sorry if I offended you."

"I would have been disappointed if you didn't wear it, true. It's only one ever made, and barring another person intervening and pulling me out of an impossibly horrible situation, there will never be another one like it."

Nessa went back to reading some of the paperwork on her desk, leaving a tense silence in the room. Laurelin knew she should be honored to receive a gift like this, and if fel magic had nothing to do with it, she would be. Besides the fact that it was unique, and tainted, the rogue had no idea what it was. Still, she couldn't feel any of the corruption, meaning that Nessa had shielded it very well, probably for her benefit. She decided she had to be the one to break the silence, and hopefully take the conversation in a better direction.

"So," she said with a sudden perky confidence, "Do you remember a human named Gyram Renn?"

Nessa looked up from her paperwork, "You mean that charming young man who stabbed me a few years ago? Oh I've missed him so! How is he doing these days?"

"Sweaty. He was ordered by a commanding officer to kill you, he failed, and now you're causing all sorts of trouble. It's putting a lot of pressure on him."

"Pity that. If I had known my survival would be inconvenient for him I would have simply keeled over and died." Karasae chuckled, a broad grin on her face.

"Out of curiosity, where did he stab you?"

"I can't remember the exact location. My healer was very good, and there's no scar. It was in the stomach though, near the navel. The blade came out the back too."

"Amateur. I can't believe they let that idiot into SI:7. I'm assuming you simply got up and walked home?"

"Something like that. But enough about him. You should stay for a bit."

"Tempting, but my priest is waiting for me at home."

"Tell her I said you've been bad."

"I will do no such thing! She's enough of a bitch without your help, thank you very much."

"I'll bet she is," Nessa chuckled, "I won't keep you. Do what you like with the bullet."

"Oh, I'll definitely give this to them. I really want to see their faces when I tell them that it was a mild annoyance for you."

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Laurelin closed the door behind her and leaned against it, closing her eyes and letting out a sigh of relief. Playing both sides made her days long, and it was beginning to wear on her nerves. Padded footsteps approached, and the rogue opened her eyes to see a priest with a concerned smile.

"You're stretching yourself too thin."

"Keylei..."

"I know, it's important. Still, I can't help but think this could have been avoided if you had followed orders."

"They would have killed her."

Keylei sighed and shook her head. "I don't support the use of beatsticks either, but she should be executed. She's more demon than elf now." She closed the gap between them, and the rogue's new necklace caught her eye. "And now you're accepting gifts from her?"

"I-"

"Don't even try to say it isn't!"

Laurelin sighed and took the necklace off, handing it to the priest. "I don't really know what it is. She said it would help me if I needed help."

The priest held the pendant in the palm of her hand, and slowly, her expression softened. "Oh my..."

"What is it?"

"Oh... nothing. She just thinks very highly of you, is all. I, uh... I should go."

"Keylei, no!"

"She's the one you want, right? Here, take your necklace."

Laurelin batted the necklace to the ground and bared her teeth. She stomped down hard onto the pendant with her heel, and immediately regretted it. Pain shot up her leg, tearing through her from heel to thigh. She screamed and collapsed, holding her leg. Keylei covered her face with her palm and tried not to laugh, but a few seconds later, she involuntarily let out a soft giggle.

"You think this is funny?!" Laurelin shrieked, rocking back and forth, "It feels like I have broken glass in my leg!"

"Well, you did stomp on a demonic trinket."

"If you're going to go, just... get out! Don't stand there and laugh at me!"

"Aw, babe..." the priest crouched next to her and waved a hand, removing the pain from her lover's leg instantly. Laurelin slowly let go of her leg, now feeling a bit silly with the pain gone. "Hey, I'm sorry if I'm moody. It's hard to balance shadow and light, but I did it for you. I wanted you to have a healer to come home to. And... you spend time with that Felwhisper woman. Of course I'm going to be jealous."

Laurelin shook her head. "She wants information leaked to SI:7, and she's paying well for that service."

"She wouldn't pay you with a necklace like that, Laurelin. That's special."

"I think she's ashamed of needing to be rescued like that."

"She's ashamed because you're a night elf. The druids might have gotten you two to stop ambushing each other, but they can't remove all traces of racial tension. Especially now that they've betrayed her. And I can't... I can't be as good as a succubus, Laurelin. No one can."

"It's not even like that."

"Has she never made any advances?" Laurelin hesitated, inadvertently answering the question with her silence. "You would just be a toy to her, but you're everything to me. I don't know how I can make you see that as more important."

"I turned her down. I said I needed to come home to you."

"Really? You mentioned me?"

"Not by name, but yes. You're not a secret, you know."

"What did the demon say to that?"

"She said to tell you I've been bad. I refused of course, you're- wait, shit."

Keylei snickered and shook her head. "You're not very good at hiding things. And I don't need her to tell me that. You're helping a criminal mastermind, wearing fel charms..."

"Hey, now... sometimes rogues take less than legal work. It comes with the territory."

"Then I'm just going to have to cleanse you of your sins on a regular basis. I do hope you'll forgive the shadow energy, but it's necessary to keep someone like you in line." Laurelin felt two thick cords of shadow magic snake up her ankles and clamp down, holding her firmly in place. She grunted and tried to pull at her legs, but there was no play. "Don't bother struggling. All it will do is amuse me." Two more came up and grasped her wrists, pulling her arms behind her. Keylei walked around the rogue and pressed her breasts to the woman's back, her hands reaching around and unbuttoning the top. "Now then, you're going to be a good little rogue and tell me about all the sins you need to repent for, aren't you?"

"Yes, priestess!" Laurelin gasped. With the rogue's top open, the priest dragged her fingers up and down the sensitive skin, making her squirm in place.

"Take your time, dear. When was your last confession?"

"I... hahh! Three days ago!"

"Ah yes, that's right. You did speak to me about your worries and problems, your deeds and misdeeds..." Her two middle fingers now swirled lightly around Laurelin's hard nipples, making the woman whimper and moan, "What have you gotten yourself into since then, hmm?"

"I g-gave more information to SI:7. Felwhisper wanted an information drop that the Korkron would intercept... nnngggg... she... ahhh... she's poisoning their intelligence to spread them thin! Please, Keylei! Don't tease me!"

"Tsk tsk, so impatient. Well, I suppose I could move on..." The priest removed Laurelin's belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, pulling them down just enough to be able to comfortably slide a hand into the rogue's panties. She let one finger drag up and down the woman's slit as she continued, "Tell me of your other sins."

"A-After I went back to Shattrath... I accepted payment from Felwhisper in the form of gold... and she also gave me a fel tainted necklace to wear..."

"And you wore it, didn't you?" Keylei pressed her finger between the folds of Laurelin's most sensitive area and touched her clit.

"Yes! Hahhhh! I wore it! I tried to turn it down, but she got offended! I swear, I don't know what it does!"

"Oh, I believe you, dear. I really do. But you have a laundry list of things to repent for now, I'm afraid. You told me before that you told the demon about a dark ranger that was spying on the Talon and how to catch her, which probably lead to that poor woman's death. A paladin and a druid were killed during Felwhisper's escape, which you aided. Spreading the Kor'kron thin is going to get even more people killed. To make matter's worse, you're helping someone who's more demon than elf. Tell me what I should think of this."

The priest was now swirling her finger ever so slowly around the helpless rogue's clit, making her struggle and whine. Laurelin could do nothing to free herself at this point, and was already past her current limit of teasing. Even worse, she knew this wouldn't be the end of it, not by a long shot.

"I'm sorry! Please!"

"Shh shh shh... there, there, Laurelin... the light will always forgive you, but you know you need to pay for what you've done. You don't fully understand the consequences of your actions, but you will. I'm here for you, and the darkness will never take you. I won't let it."

Keylei's fingertip glowed with holy energy, sending warm, gentle vibrations through Laurelin's clit. The rogue screamed and thrashed in her bonds, but only a moment later, the finger was removed, and Laurelin slumped. She whimpered and hung limply by her wrists from the tentacles. The priest walked back around to the front of the rogue and placed her slick fingertip in the helpless woman's mouth.

"Are you ready to repent?"

Laurelin nodded, looking meekly up at her lover. Keylei took the rogue's face in both hands and kissed her deeply, inhaling sharply as she did. Their tongues met, and Laurelin was reminded that her lover was merely role playing, which brought some sense of comfort and relief. She closed her eyes and accepted the hands now roaming over her body without a fight. The tentacles unwrapped from her limbs, and Keylei was able to properly remove her top.

"Hey... are you sure you're up for this?"

"You can't stop now." Laurelin bit her lip, squeezing her thighs together.

"I mean, can you handle this role play?"

"I'll do my best."

Keylei smiled warmly and stroked her lover's cheek. A moment later, the tentacles showed themselves once more, wrapping themselves around the rogue's arms. She soon realized that there were more than before, when multiples wrapped around her torso as well, picking her up off the ground. The priest chuckled, removing Laurelin's pants and panties before allowing the tentacles to wrap around her legs as well. She was held splayed out, almost in a spread eagle position, about three feet off the ground. A tentacle wrapped around each breast, squeezing it delicately, and another wrapped around her head, covering her eyes. The rogue gasped was she was blindfolded by shadow energy, finally struggling against the binding magic. Keylei knelt in between the woman's legs and licked slowly all the way up the length of her slit, making her shudder and sigh.

The priest's tongue was well acquainted with her lover's body, and had long since learned how to achieve any reaction she wanted. She knew the rogue was close already from the previous teasing, and it didn't take much more encouragement to make her orgasm build. Pulling back at just the right moment took it away before the helpless woman could climax, making her scream in frustration. As horny as she was, a single edge made Laurelin beg pitifully. Her clit throbbed with need, her brow beaded droplets of sweat, and her limbs pulled at the tentacles. Keylei was cruelly toying with her, keeping her in a range of heightened arousal while neither letting her go over or letting her come back down. Even when a finger was added to her dripping pussy, it was just more teasing. Her juices flowed down to the crack of her ass, down the priest's finger, while she thrashed and pleaded.

"Mercy!" Laurelin shrieked, tears streaming down her face. Keylei stopped; it was their safe word. Trying to catch her breath, the rogue sobbed, "Mercy... mercy... p-please..."

With her free hand, Keylei reached up and wiped the tears from the rogue's cheeks. She let her lover calm down a little before replying softly, "May the light purge your sins."

Holy energy emanated from the priest's hand, sending vibrations into her lover once more. Laurelin screamed and arched her back. Her juices gushed out over the priest's hand and wrist, dripping onto the floor beneath her as her climax forcibly took over her whole body. She went into convulsions, shaking and writhing as much as the tentacles would allow, all the while producing a constant stream of moans and screams. When she finally slumped in her bonds, she coughed violently, putting fear in her lover. Keylei freed the woman and held her close, stroking her hair until she caught her breath.

"You should have told me you couldn't handle it today."

"It was just too intense is all. Keep going... priestess..."

Keylei smirked, and the tentacles advanced again to claim their prize. "You have many sins to repent for... not least of which is making me ache with need."

"Please let me make it up to you, priestess. I'll do anything to make you scream."

"Mmm... I bet you will. Kneel."

The tentacles forced Laurelin to her knees, holding her down in front of the priest. Keylei pulled her robe off over her head, revealing only panties covering her underneath. The white undergarment bore an obvious wet spot, and she sighed with arousal as she removed them. She sat on the floor in front of the rogue before laying on her back. The tentacles pushed Laurelin down, and Keylei grabbed the back of her head, forcing the woman's face in between her legs. The bound elf began licking immediately, tasting her lover's slick wetness. Her tongue fluttered across the priest's clit, the stimulation quickly making Keylei's pussy pulse and contract. She gasped and shuddered, tightening her grip on the rogue's hair. Keylei arched her back, her muscles seizing momentarily. She screamed her lover's name, pressing her hips upward, rolling and bucking into the rogue's face as she came before flopping back down onto the cold floor.

Even as she caught her breath, the priest maintained her grip on Laurelin's hair, cooing as the girl continued to lick. She smiled as she looked down, seeing her lover's ass pointed up, vulnerable. Seizing the opportunity, two thick tentacles darted behind her. As the first pressed up against the rogue's pussy, her eyes widened. She squealed and thrashed in her bonds, doing nothing to stop it from entering her. It slid in easily, penetrating her deeply, while the second pressed against her ass. She shook her head frantically, but only managed to get a small laugh out of the priest for her effort. The second tentacle slid into her rear entrance, a little bit more slowly. After a moment, they began to plunge in and out of her. As the one in her pussy pulled back, the one in her ass pushed in, and vice versa. Laurelin screamed into Keylei's pussy, licking much faster now. The rogue came first, thrashing and struggling to maintain her pace with her tongue. The screams sent vibrations through Keylei's clit, which hastened the priest's second climax as well. She was soon pulling Laurelin's hair with both hands, bucking her hips and screaming at the top of her lungs.

There was no rest for the rogue, for even as she tried to calm down after orgasm, the tentacles were relentless, and there was nothing she could do but squirm and whimper. Her thighs were coated in her juices, and a small amount dripped onto the floor under her. Her face was covered in her sweat, and her hair was damp and matted. The priest turned around and scooted under the bound rogue, positioning herself to lick the woman's clit as well. Two more tentacles came around, this time to penetrate Keylei. She let them both enter her at once, which was sufficient to overwhelm her. Her eyes widened and her back arched. Her muscles tensed. She ceased licking momentarily, clawing the ground and opening her mouth in a silent scream. Laurelin didn't stop licking her, causing her pussy to clamp down on the tentacle inside her. She gasped and clasped her lips over the rogue's clit, letting out a high pitched scream as she started licking again. But she couldn't keep it up. It was pushing her to orgasm too quickly, and she soon fell back to the floor, writhing and screaming. Despite the loss of the stimulation from Keylei's tongue, Laurelin was coming too. She dripped onto her lover's face, lending the final turn on that made the priest gush over the tentacles.

The shadow magic came to a stop, resting inside the two women. For a few seconds, they both lay limp and panting in the embrace of the magic, until it abruptly dissipated. Laurelin fell onto Keylei as the bonds holding her up vanished, and rolled off of her laughing.

"You never could handle your own magic."

"Oh quiet, you. Just wait until I get better at it."

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"Again." Karasae was glaring at her summoner, her whip uncurled to the floor. Nessa was panting on one knee, a hand on the floor, sweat pouring down her brow. "Your demon form is slow, like a doomguard. Again."

Nessa growled and lept at Karasae, shifting form in midair. The nimble succubus back flipped away effortlessly and cast her whip at Nessa. Nessa ducked, letting it crack just over her head, before attacking again.
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