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"Is this really wise, Fel Lady?" Roberick growled.

"It's the only way to find out who hired her," Nessa replied, "Besides, we can't give the paladins the impression that they can make a difference."

Nessa and Karasae walked out through the market place and into the forest. The warlock was in full combat gear this time. She did not intend to be caught off guard again.

"How long does it take for a hunter to train a new pet?" Karasae asked.

"It depends if they want loyal or vicious. I'm expecting an idiotic bundle of violence."

"So a fel puppy then?"

Nessa chuckled, "Something like that. It's a real shame we have to do this. Manufactured exotics have a reputation for being excellent in bed."

"Well, she is made in the elven standard of beauty. It's a bit off putting to me though. Trolls should be trolls."

Nessa shrugged, "It won't matter soon. Let's find her and put an end to her career."

They walked for a while through the forest, taking the same route the day they did when Nessa was attacked. Karasae didn't smell anything, which Nessa decided that in retrospect, was hardly a surprise. Leaving herself out as bait wasn't going to attract her target if the troll had already run away. She sighed and shook her head, turning back toward the Talon's base.

"So much for elven pride."

As they began to walk back, Karasae stopped suddenly. A second later, Nessa heard what got the demon's attention. There was a rustling of leaves as something quickly made its way through the forest toward them. They turned, seeing a massive animal first. The devilsaur was taller than any of the brush, and its color made it stand out. It wasn't long before the warlock spotted the hunter as well. Her fiery red-orange hair streaked through the forest. Nessa waited to see if the woman would attack immediately, but once out of the brush, she stopped, glaring at the warlock.

"You know, troll," Nessa began with a smirk, "You could simply collect your fee and be done with it. Technically, I did die."

"I underestimated you. That won't happen again."

"In that case, you have a chance to go about this without holy bullets, like you said you wanted to."

"I have made my decision in that regard."

"Hmph. Fine. Fight me, hunter."

"I thought you'd never ask."

Hai'tuja reached for her rifle and her pet charged forward, going straight for Karasae. Nessa transformed and intercepted the charge, struggling to overpower the massive beast. The demon attacked the hunter immediately, but Hai'tuja didn't fall for the tactic this time. She made no attempt to counter the demon's attacks, instead simply dodging and firing at Nessa. As the first bullet whistled by her, Nessa felt a sudden nausea. The bullets were infused with holy magic. Nessa ignited the air around her, making the beast rear up. She went for a leg and knocked it to the ground, but it cost her. Karasae couldn't keep up with the hunter, and Hai'tuja was repeatedly hitting the warlock with holy bullets now. She was able to protect herself with her wings, but even that caused her to absorb a lot of holy energy. It was only a matter of time before she would be forced to shift back. Before the devilsaur could right itself, Nessa lunged and grabbed its neck in both hands. It roared and tried to shake her off, but once she was able to apply enough pressure, there was a sickening crunch of bones and cartilage, and the beast went limp.

The hunter grew desperate at seeing this. She had thought for sure that the massive animal would be too big for Nessa to take on. The next blow from Karasae that she dodged, she found Nessa already waiting where she ended up. The warlock put all of her weight behind her elbow, and slammed it into the hunter's sternum, hard enough to cause heart palpitations. The troll dropped her weapon and fell, hitting the ground and rolling a short distance. She struggled to breathe, laying face down in the dirt, as Karasae approached and removed her two daggers from their sheaths, tossing them away. Nessa assumed her normal form, and the bullets that had lodged in her wings fell to the ground with a harmless tinkling of metal.

"No..." Hai'tuja croaked, "No... damn you... how did you beat me... so easily this time?"

"Hai'tuja, you should know that I have my fingers in a lot of things. When you hunt for information, you leave a trail. From that trail, I was able to find something interesting about you while I was recovering from our last battle. You're training to become Kor'kron. Not too surprising, considering your skill, but I know how they fight. I've seen them die. I know what their blindsides are. Perhaps it's a good thing that I nipped this in the bud so early; I'm at odds with the Horde anyway."

"I don't give a shit about the Horde," the troll sobbed, "I'm not one of them."

"Then this is going to leave a very bad taste in my mouth, but I have to do what must be done. This isn't about me alone."

The hunter forced herself to roll over, flopping onto her back to look at the warlock. "Make it quick. You know I would grant you the same courtesy."

"Oh you thought you were to be killed?" Karasae quipped, approaching the hunter.

Without another word, she stomped hard onto the hunter's ankle. The bone shattered, and she raised her leg up again. Her hoof came down higher up on the shin, breaking the bone again. Shrieks of agony came from the subjugated hunter's mouth, but Karasae simply walked back to her summoner, as if nothing had happened.

"You sick bitch!" Hai'tuja wailed, "I would have never done this to you! Never! Why won't you just kill me?"

Nessa approached the hunter next, and crouched next to her. She brushed the hunter's hair out of her eyes in order to make eye contact and spoke in a firm, calm voice.

"You will do two things. If you fail to do either of these things, you will see how cruel a demon can truly be. I have no desire to propagate torture, but I will if you disobey. Will you listen?"

"I don't have a choice," she sobbed, "Please... I would rather die than be held captive by elves again... Have a heart, I beg of you."

"Shhh... hush little huntress. Believe me when I say that I'm sorry it came to this, but you got yourself mixed up in civil war. The first thing you will do is never attempt to assassinate myself or any important member of the Talon of Hope again. This also extends to never accepting a contract from another paladin. Are we clear on this point?" Hai'tuja nodded and she continued, "Second, you will return to your employer and tell him that you have failed. Or that you succeeded. I do not really care what you tell him, really. What I want is for you to lead me to him. I will have someone watching you."

"I'll... I'll do it."

Nessa stood up and started to walk away before adding, "Wait until I'm long gone to find your own way back to town to get medical attention."

As the couple left, the hunter looked down at her leg. It was swollen badly already, and she knew there was no way she could put any weight on it. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. The endorphins were kicking in, but she dreaded the prospect of moving and introducing new pain to her leg. After gathering her courage, she put two fingers at her lips to whistle loudly, calling for her drake. The animal flew down and landed beside her, looking at her quizzically, as if wondering why his master was laying in the dirt. She growled as she slowly clawed and pushed herself up.

"I really wish I had a wyvern right now instead of this massive thing." The drake snorted and she added, "Oh, stuff it. You know I love you."

She let her legs dangle while she laid on the creature's back, hugging its neck. It wasn't comfortable or ideal, but there was no way she could get her injured leg in the saddle. It flew up and took her toward Shattrath, swaying confusedly as the rider leaned. Hai'tuja was going into shock, and was losing touch with where she was going. After the second time she tried to steer them into a column, the annoyed drake landed at the nearest spire. A large draenei came up to see who was inconsiderate enough to land in such an awkward location, but the troll fell off before he could get there. This made him start running. He stopped next to her, and immediately started checking her vital signs.

"Adyen, vat...? Oh no."

"Yes, Inessera... her leg is destroyed."

"Get her to zhe medical tent immediately!"

"Of course."

The man picked up the much smaller troll and carried her away. Her drake watched on for a moment, then took off into the air.

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The dark haired warlock sighed, toying with an empty vial. Karasae wrapped her arms around the elf, holding her from behind.

"Bored?"

"Homesick, I suppose. I don't know anyone here besides you who isn't a subordinate."

"I've never met most of your friends."

"That's... not really true. I don't have a lot of friends. In fact, you've met all of them but Coria. I'm not even sure if she's alive. I haven't seen her in years."

"Were you close?"

"She was my best friend growing up. We even went to the academy together before I started pursuing warlock training. She continued her path and became a magistrix, eventually getting shipped off to Netherstorm. That was the last time I saw her. I tried to keep contact, but... eventually the letters stopped coming."

Karasae sighed and rolled her eyes. "Silly bitch."

"I don't think it's her fault-"

"I meant you! We've been in Outlands all this time and you never tried to make contact!"

"Heh... she doesn't want to see me. She came here to fight against demons."

"We're flying there."

"But-"

"But nothing. This is my opportunity to learn about your past, since you never talk about it."

Nessa looked away and gave an annoyed grunt. "Fine."

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Hai'tuja sighed heavily, looking out over the city from the Aldor tier. Robes had replaced her combat gear, as it was much easier to take care of her in light cloth than heavy mail. She was supporting herself on crutches, her injured leg in a hard cast. She knew how severe the damage was. When she had first come to the Horde, the Darkspear had warned her that because of her diet when she was with the high elves, her bones would always be brittle. It gave her an advantage as a hunter, since she was also lighter, but she was ill prepared for this type of injury. The Aldor had told her that with continuous treatment and physical therapy, she would one day walk again. She knew it was a lie. And even if it was true, she would never run again. She would never be a hunter again.

She slowly made her way closer to the edge and dropped her crutches. Closing her eyes, she leaned forward and plummeted off the elevated platform. A couple of seconds later, there was a soft ringing of bells around her, and she felt herself slow down in midair. She opened her eyes, scowling at nothing in particular, and watched the elevator come up toward her. It hit her and knocked the wind out of her, carrying her back up as she winced in pain, rolling on her side. Adyen met her at the top.

"Why did you do that?" she asked, her tone wooden.

"Zhat vas Inessera. She did it because you deserve to live."

"It is my right to choose whether I live or die."

"You can choose anythink you vant after you leave our care. I vill not have you die if I can help it."

"Saving me is a noble waste of time."

"You vill learn. In time, you vill begin to love life again. Not everyone gets a second chance. Don't vaste it."

Hai'tuja didn't reply immediately, and crickets chirped to fill the silence of the night sky. "If I am to live, I will need to go to Dalaran tomorrow."

"Zhen rest today."

Inessera quietly walked over and helped the troll up, taking the smaller woman's weight as they walked over to her crutches. Once she had positioned herself on the crutches again, the draenei let her stand on her own. Hai'tuja wasn't sure whether she should chalk it up to her imagination, but she could have sworn that the mage smelled vaguely of vanilla. Inessera escorted her to a tent, all the while casting concerned glances in her direction. When they were finally inside, the mage spoke softly, making her best attempt to soften her accent.

"Why do you want to die?"

"You're trying to make yourself more easily understood. That's very kind of you."

"Huntress..."

The troll sighed and shook her head, "Don't call me that. I will never hunt again. I lost everything. My ability, my... best friend..." she swallowed hard, pausing for a moment, "I'm nothing now. That's why I want to die, draenei."

"You are no longer able to take the life of others, so you wish to take your own. There is more to life than killing."

"No, you don't understand. The elves, they... they stole my childhood. And now I finally have a small taste of freedom, just a taste, and they take that from me too!"

"I do not know what happened to you in the past, Hai'tuja, but I know that you should consider yourself lucky about this. Not everyone would have let you live. There is life after this, but having the will to live that life is on your shoulders. You might never hunt again, but that does not mean you cannot have a full life. Finding what makes you happy, what gives your life meaning, is such a broad spectrum that at such a young age, you cannot possibly say that there is nothing for you. Not yet."

"And what gives your life meaning?"

"Helping others. A lot of things make me happy. Flowers, setting thinks on vire. Bah! Modas tiriosh!" Hai'tuja giggled at the mage's slip in accent, although somewhat about the idea of the draenei stopping to admire flowers and set the occasional small animal on fire as well. "My apologies, Hai'tuja."

"You don't need to cover up your accent for me. You have a beautiful voice."

"Thank you, but I need to practice. Not everyone is as understanding as you. And I am happy that I could make you smile today. I would have done anything to make you happy."

"Hm," the troll smirked, "Be careful with those words, mage. 'Anything' can encompass quite a lot."

"Or what? You think I cannot live up to that claim? I am far from shy, and you are far from unattractive."

The troll gave an uneasy smile and turned her head, unable to look the mage in the eye. "Yeah... sex is not happiness. The elves took that away from me too."

"You cannot let them. It is too much fun for you to give up on like that. All you would receive in exchange for giving that up is a little extra sleep." Hai'tuja snickered in spite of herself, putting her hand over her mouth to try to keep from laughing. "Find some man or woman that you want to spend the rest of your life, or maybe just the rest of the night with and go after them."

"You seem very free about the subject."

"That is because I am free. I have no interest in getting tied down, figuratively speaking. Literally speaking, I suppose it depends on the mood."

Hai'tuja shook her head and sighed, but was grinning broadly. She finally looked back up at the draenei before responding, "You're funny, and you smell nice. I've decided that those are both very important to me."

"Have you now? And what does that mean for me?"

"It means... be gentle."

"Do you think this is something you are obligated to do? Are you doing this because you are looking for your identity?"

"I have been looking for my identity for a long time. Right now, I'm looking for something to be happy about."

"Well then, that I think I can help with. I can make you..." The draenei closed the gap between them, placing her hands gently on the troll's hips and pressing her body against the smaller woman. She leaned in and whispered, breathing into the troll's ear, "Happy..."

Hai'tuja shivered and closed her eyes, then immediately felt Inessera's lips on her own. The troll's lips parted gently, her tongue waiting for the draenei's. Inessara took the bait, her tongue slipping past Hai'tuja's lips. When she did, her eyes shot open, wide in surprise. The troll clearly had exquisitely precise control over the various muscles that composed her tongue, able to swirl and curl perfectly around the mage's own tongue, hugging it with as much contact as possible, though at no point feeling stiff. She broke the kiss and pulled back, the surprise clear on her face. Hai'tuja smirked at her, giving the draenei a sultry look past her brow.

"You haven't lost your nerve, have you, dear?"

"No... of course not."

Inessera leaned in again and kissed the troll more deeply this time, trying to take control of the situation. Her assertiveness was quickly replaced by doubt by the fluid nature of the troll's tongue, making the troll barrel over her, reversing the lean. Soon, she found her tongue back in her own mouth. Her breathing sped up a little, and she wanted to pull away, but there was no way for her to lean any further back. To her unexpected relief, the troll pulled back, looking into the draenei's eyes. Hai'tuja saw the woman's command of the situation had completely melted away, and pulled the woman almost upright again. When she spoke, their lips brushed, and she maintained eye contact.

"Tell me what you want me to be."

"I do not understand..."

"I can play any role, fulfill any desire. My body and mind were made for this, Inessera. What do you want me to be?"

"I do not want you to relive bad memories for me."

"You can't stop now... it would be too cruel." She took the draenei's left hand and guided it under her robe, letting one finger under the crotch of her panties. Inessera felt the woman's slick wetness and bit her lip. "Please tell me what you want from me. I promise I can be it."

"Give me a limit... so I can know I am not hurting your heart."

"Don't bind me. That's all I ask. I can bind you, but... not the other way around. Never again."

The draenei shook her head and kissed the woman again, softly this time, before answering, "No one has to be bound. I understand, beautiful. What I want is to make you happy. Let me take care of you."

She took the troll's crutches and leaned them against the dresser before grabbing the troll's ass in both hands and picking her up. Hai'tuja gasped, but Inessera silenced the hunter with her tongue. The troll wrapped her arms around the woman holding her up and closed her eyes tightly. She let the larger woman blow over her like a gale force wind. Once Hai'tuja had ceased any attempt to control the situation, the draenei regained her confidence. She had no trouble holding up the small hunter, but soon laid the troll on her back, gently placing her on a bedroll on the floor. Hai'tuja gripped the bedding in both hands as the draenei kissed and licked her neck, craning her head back to make herself more vulnerable to the mage. The noise of shallow breathing and soft cries escaped the hunter's lips. She arched her back and gasped when she felt the draenei's hands on her breasts, toying with her hard nipples through the fabric of her robe. The troll clenched her jaw and writhed in place, whimpering and moaning. Her eyes were shut tightly, her head turned to the side.

The feeling of completely overwhelming the troll was exactly what Inessera had wanted, and Hai'tuja was certainly delivering. She could have taken any demeanor the draenei wanted, or played any role, but she was thankful that the woman actually cared about her mental well being. It was the first time she was intimate with someone since she had been rescued from the elves. The wandering of her mind to these ideas, the lead up to remembering her past, was cut short when she felt a finger drag across her slit, through her damp panties. She snapped back to reality, barely containing a scream of shock and pleasure. She spread her legs wider, her face flushing with heightened arousal. Inessera's facial tentacles dragged teasingly up and down various points of the troll's inner thighs, and her tongue slowly made a trail up through the thin cloth covering the troll's wetness. The draenei's desire to playfully tease her was driving her up a wall, and she knew that must have turned the mage on even more.

"Please," Hai'tuja whined softly, careful not to overdo it and put the draenei off.

A sly smile grew on Inessera's lips. "Please what, dear?"

"Please... lick me..." The draenei responded by slowly licking up the woman's slit through the panties again, eliciting a frustrated whimper, "You're teasing!"

"Tell me what you want, little huntress."

"I want..." she turned her head and bit her lip, a ploy of innocence that amused and aroused her partner.

"To be teased more?"

"N-No!" she gasped. In a quiet breath, she added, "Eat me... lick my clit, make me come. Please, I beg of you, I need it so bad... so hot..."

Inessera slid the troll's panties off, revealing an impeccably smooth pussy, as if she was incapable of growing pubic hair. The mage's tongue slowly dragged up Hai'tuja's wet slit, making the troll squirm and grip the bedding. Inessera's facial tentacles came forward, gently parting the troll's nether lips and exposing her clit. When the draenei's tongue came in contact with Hai'tuja's long neglected clit, she nearly screamed. A quiet squeak came from her instead. She trembled and balled her fists, needing all of her willpower to not announce herself to the entire medical ward. Clasping one hand to her mouth, she let out a muffled scream. Her other hand found its way to the back of Inessera's head, and her hips rolled to meet the draenei's tongue. The troll's attempts at modesty in spite of her heightened arousal amused her lover greatly. But she did manage to stay quiet - or at least, quiet enough - as her climax tore through her body. Her back arched, her hips bucked, and she bit down hard onto her own hand. She pulled Inessera's hair, and the draenei responded by grabbing her hips with both hands to help steady her. Hai'tuja whimpered and moaned into her hand even as the spasms subsided.

Her engorged, overly-sensitive clit was not given an opportunity to rest after orgasm, the draenei's tongue still tracing around it quickly. She feared that she would be unable to hold back her screams much longer, when Inessera stood up suddenly. Hai'tuja watched as the woman quickly stripped, tossing her clothing aside. The naked draenei took a few steps and stood with one hoof on either side of the troll's head, looking down at her briefly before kneeling. The troll's tongue immediately went to work, tasting Inessera's wetness for the first time. She slowly traced the labia with the tip of her tongue, making a full circle before sliding over the draenei's clit. It was a cycle that, from past experience, she knew worked very well on elves. It would sexually frustrate them to the point that they would demand that she focus on the clit. And judging by the draenei's reaction, it was quickly moving in that direction with her as well. Inessera whimpered and squirmed above the troll, squeezing her breast with one hand and stroking Hai'tuja's hair with the other.

The troll was entirely too aroused to tolerate losing the stimulation on her own clit so suddenly, and reached down between her legs. She was shocked for just a moment by how wet she was, but was in no mood to ponder it. Slowly at first, Hai'tuja began rubbing her own clit, still maintaining her pace on the draenei kneeling above her face. As she gradually became more aroused, she began to lick faster, but still managed to maintain the teasingly light tracing motion. Every exhale from the draenei was a labored whine, every inhale a gasp of pleasure and desperation. They were both nearing climax, but Inessera couldn't wait any longer.

"Come with me," the draenei whispered. It was the last little push Hai'tuja needed. The hunter focused on her lover's throbbing clit, almost immediately pushing her over the edge. She bucked her hips toward her own fingers, and the two women came together, each trying to stifle their moans of ecstasy. Inessera gripped the back of the troll's head with both hands, as if holding on for dear life, as an earth shattering orgasm took her over. She tried to pull away to dampen the intensity, but the troll held her in place with her free hand. The mage squirted and bucked, throwing her head back and opening her mouth in a silent scream. Hai'tuja caught most of the woman's juices in her mouth, swallowing obediently and continuing to stimulate them both until Inessera went limp and leaned forward. The mage rolled off of her and laid panting, waiting for her head to clear before she spoke. Hai'tuja took the liberty of starting the conversation.

"I hope I didn't overdo it."

Inessera shook her head and panted, "No... Gods you're good. I wasn't ready for that."

"I have to leave to Dalaran tomorrow, but I will return later that same day for physical therapy. Shattrath is such a cold, lonely place. I think I'm going to need some warmth in the nights to come."

She smiled slyly over at the draenei laying next to her, who responded with a chuckle.

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"Coria, someone is here to see you," a Scryer said from the doorway of the meeting room.

"I haven't the time," she responded coldly, not even looking up from her paperwork.

"It is Lady Felwhisper. She said you would make time if you heard that name."

Coria stopped reading and set her paperwork down. She replied carefully as she stood, "Tell her I will be out to see her shortly."

When Coria went into the reception room, the warlock waiting for her was not the Felwhisper she had expected to see. She her face brightened when she saw that it was Nessa.

"Lady Felwhisper now, is it?" She teased with a broad grin on her face.
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