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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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Chapter List
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Guess who's back!
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Nessa turned to where the voice was coming from at once. "Coria!"
The warlock trotted over, embracing her friend tightly. Coria smiled and hugged her back, sighing happily. "Nessa, you came a long way to see me." When they let go, Coria looked closely at Nessa's face. Seeing the scar, her smile faded. "Oh no... Nessa..." she touched the warlock's face, her brow furrowed, "The night elves got you?"
Nessa took the mage's hand away and smiled, "Ancient history, sister. We can have story time later."
With a sigh, Coria forced herself to come up with some way to change the direction of the conversation to something more casual.
"You always were stubborn. So tell me, what are you doing all the way out here?"
"My base of operations is in Terokkar now. Things have finally settled down to the point where I can leave to see a friend without it all catching fire."
"If it's fire you're worried about, isn't it more dangerous with you there?"
Karasae giggled and Nessa rolled her eyes, "Yes, yes, laugh it up, you two."
"How long are you going to be here?"
"I can pull myself away for a few days, no longer. I noticed all the mailboxes were nailed shut when entered the base."
"Yes... that..." Coria took a few steps to a nearby chair and sat, sighing, "After the demons sneaked a bomb in here under guise of a mail delivery, we were denied any incoming or outgoing mail as a security measure. I was less than pleased, but I couldn't do anything about it. I haven't heard from home in years."
"So... you don't know anything about what's happening in Silvermoon..."
"Nessa, what's wrong?"
"A lot, actually. Your family is fine, don't worry. It's just politics."
"Hm, I see. You simply must tell me all about it later tonight. I need to quickly finish up some paperwork so that we have time to catch up."
"I need to check into a hotel room anyway and get cleaned up. Shattered rock makes for horribly dusty air."
"You will do no such thing! You will be staying with me, and that's final."
"Pushy as ever. Escort me to the manor, good lady!"
Nessa punctuated her sentence with a flourishing bow, making Karasae giggle again. The demon had never seen her summoner quite so free with anyone, and it made her a bit jealous. Still, Nessa was happier than she had been in a while, and Karasae was willing to let the elf enjoy it.
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Hai'tuja slowly made her way to the inn and sat down. A hooded paladin was sitting on the other side, waiting patiently as she set her crutches aside.
"Is it done?"
The troll reached into a satchel and removed a sack of coins, placing it on the table before replying, "I cannot complete this assignment. My target left me unable to walk on my own, and is very much alive."
"I... see. Very well, then."
He picked up the coins and quickly made his way out, leaving the troll alone at the table. On his way to the flight master, he passed the entrance to the Dalaran sewers. A hand jutted out of the darkness and grabbed the paladin's mouth. It pulled him in, and immediately slit his throat.
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Nessa, Karasae, and Coria were laying around in the mage's home away from home. Nessa's complete shift in demeanor was taking some time to register with the demon. She rarely saw the woman she loved relax this much, and she wasn't quite sure what to expect from her with Coria around. For Coria's part, she hadn't quite figured out why Nessa was keeping her demon around so much. If it was anyone else, she would be uncomfortable, but she trusted Nessa completely.
"Alright, I've been isolated here entirely too long," Coria said excitedly, "Tell me something good that I missed."
"Well..." Nessa grinned and replied, "I got married."
"What? You're joking! When do I get to meet him?"
"Her." Karasae corrected.
Coria's jaw dropped, and she hesitated to reply. She started at the demon for a moment, and when she turned back, Nessa simply nodded. "Uh... wow. I never knew you were... into women that way."
"I wasn't always."
"I guess I missed that too. Well, when do I get to meet her?"
"Hi." Karasae interjected. Coria's face took on an annoyed look and she glared at her friend.
"Nessa, you realize this is punishable by death in Silvermoon?"
"Politics," Nessa replied flippantly, "The death penalty was waived for me, and all charges were dropped in favor of a dishonorable discharge from the military."
"How can you be so casual about this?"
"Coria, I did my crying. I paid for my choices, and in many ways, I continue to do so. Right now, I'm elated to be seeing someone who was more family to me than my own family ever was. You want the full story?"
"Of course I want the full story, you silly bitch."
"Oh look, Nessa," Karasae added, "There's something we have in common. We've both called you a silly bitch this week."
"She is, isn't she? If you think she's impulsive now-"
"If you two are quite done," Nessa growled, making Karasae giggle, "It's story time!"
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When Hai'tuja returned from Dalaran, Inessera was gone. She had been sent to aid the forces at the Isle of Quel'danas, and the troll had no intention of following her like a pet. But without the draenei there, she felt no reason to stick around, either. She was in no condition for physical therapy yet, and had nothing in common with the Aldor. She hated how the Scryers looked at her with disdain, but it was too late to think about which side to pick.
The one thing that kept her from hating blood elves as a whole was the fact that the team that had rescued her had a blood elf. He had translated for her when she was brought to Thrall. An orc and a troll had also been in the party, but at the time, she hadn't spoken any Orcish or Trollish. Not only that, but the troll looked nothing like her. He had two fingers on each of his large hands, and walked barefoot, revealing he had two toes on each foot. Her hands and feet were smaller, but with five digits each, like those of an elf. Even the village he had taken her to had no one who looked like her. No matter how much she claimed to despise blood elves, she had always felt a disconnect from every other Horde race. That was when she made up her mind to visit their capital.
Even though there was a portal to take her to Silvermoon, it took her to the far side, near the Orb of Translocation. It was tedious for her to slowly make her way to the bazaar, limping around on her crutches. Once she was there, however, she still did not experience the sense of home that she had thought she would. The elves largely ignored her, and she didn't know where anything was. She wanted to visit the man who had helped rescue her, but she was tired from her day. The fact that she had to take regular medication for her pain only added to that.
She spotted a blond blood elf actually standing still near her, and decided to ask for directions. The woman's attire afforded her the opportunity to make a reasonable assumption of her class.
"Excuse me, priestess."
Lasiri turned, expecting to see an old elf behind her. After all, it was rare for anyone in her generation to use gender specific class nouns - they preferred generic class nouns now. When she saw the troll, her mouth opened in shock. She froze, wide-eyed, momentarily before regaining her ability to speak. Not only was this troll decidedly not a elderly elf, she was gorgeous.
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't expect... I mean I've never seen a troll who- n-no, I mean-"
"Priestess!" Hai'tuja chuckled, shaking her head, "Please calm down. It's alright. I just want to know where I can find a decent inn."
Lasiri nodded and took a deep breath before replying, "Right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't... a-anyway... there are two major inns in the city. Wayfarer's rest is there to your left. It's fine for... ah... finding company, but if you're looking for a more respectable establishment I can show you one."
"If you have the patience to escort a woman on crutches, please do. I can follow directions of you haven't the time, however."
Who in the hell taught this woman Thalassian? She talks like my grandmother.
"It's no trouble, really. Follow me." The priest began slowly walking toward Silvermoon City Inn, allowing the troll to keep up with her. "How is it that you speak perfect Thalassian? Even our ambassadors don't bother to learn it."
"I was raised by elves. Thalassian is actually my first language."
"I've never heard of a troll being raised by elves, but it's hard to say that I don't believe you. Are you native to Silvermoon?"
So the younger generation of blood elves doesn't know about manufactured exotics? Well, I suppose it could just be this one woman. She is a bit of a ditz.
"No. I came to visit someone. This is my first time here."
"Oh... I see. What happened to your leg?"
"I was badly injured on a mission."
Lasiri was trying not to stare, but there was just so much about the troll to stare at. Her hair looked like it was meticulously cared for. Hai'tuja had done away with the utility braid she used when fighting, opting instead to let it hang loose. Long, lazy curls hung in front, with the rest of her hair hanging straight in the back. It reached almost to the end of her ribcage, easily catching the priest's eye. Then there was the fact that she didn't have to look up to speak to the troll. And though the robe Hai'tuja wore wasn't revealing, or even form fitting, Lasiri was sure that the woman was in very good shape.
"I'm sorry, priestess. I did not mean to put you in an awkward position in our conversation."
The priest snapped out of her near-trance, reddening at the realization that she had not only been staring, but also daydreaming. She was sure that the troll had caught her, and was just too polite to say it directly.
"Uh... it's okay..."
Why am I reduced to a drooling idiot around her? It's not like I haven't seen a beautiful woman before.
"My name is Hai'tuja, by the way. What's your name?"
"I'm Lasiri... Lasiri Sunwalker. And there's the inn." Lasiri stopped and pointed to the veiled door, "Do you have luggage?"
"I travel light," the troll replied, motioning to the small pack on her back, "One must get accustomed to doing so when being sent all over Azeroth and Outlands to track their targets."
"Oh, wow. You must have incredible stories. I've never even left Silvermoon."
"If you've never left Silvermoon, then you must have been here during the scourge attack, and more recently the warlock uprising. Those two alone are surely incredible stories as well. Don't sell yourself short, Lasiri."
"I... suppose I never thought about it that way."
"The destruction of the sunwell, while a tragedy, is a tale of pure legend. Perhaps you can recount Silvermoon's notable events, in exchange for my more mundane traveling tales. Do you have dinner plans tonight?"
"Well... I suppose I do now."
"Excellent," Hai'tuja smiled softly, raising her eyebrows a little, "Is four hours from now enough time for you?"
Lasiri blinked, hesitating for a moment to reply to the woman's odd choice of words. "Four hours is enough. I'm looking forward to it."
"As am I. But if you will excuse me, I would like to rest a bit before dinner."
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Coria listened to Nessa's story calmly, if a bit uncomfortably. Her brow was furrowed through most of it, and she couldn't shake the idea that the warlock uprising wasn't just triggered by Karasae - it was her plan all along. Just because this particular succubus had higher than average intelligence didn't necessarily mean that she was any less deceptive or manipulating.
Thalassian is a difficult language, and a demon with perfect Thalassian is obviously smart. Perhaps smart enough to fool Nessa. She stepped in at a moment of weakness too.
"And... our base of operations seems to be doing well, but I seem to have been talking to myself for a while, Coria."
"You've always mistaken contemplation for daydreaming," the mage replied, "I'm listening."
"Can you really blame her for her doubt?" Karasae yawned, "She came all this way to fight Kael'thas, and while she's gone, you turn into him."
"I don't think... that's a very good analogy..." Coria replied hesitantly, "Nessa is clearly getting closer to Illidan."
"Ooh, she thinks highly of you, Nessa!"
"Enough, you two," Nessa sighed, "Really, people believing my wife has ulterior motives is a mild annoyance at this point. If she wanted me dead or enslaved-"
"Yes, yes," Coria interrupted, "I'm sure she has had many chances. A lack of short-sightedness does not equate to a lack of evil. Have you considered a grander scheme?"
"Again, I can't blame you," Karasae replied lazily, "Having been in Outland so long. The Burning Legion certainly does have some interesting characters. And the whole..." she sighed, waving her hand, "Fighting paladins and moving the warlocks to just outside Shattrath and whatnot. But answer me this: Do you think Nessa would fall for it? You've known her longer than I have."
"Hmph. And what do your parents have to say about this, Nessa?"
"Wait, you have parents?"
"Yes..." Nessa replied, looking a bit guilty, "About that-"
"I assumed you never mentioned them because they died in the scourge attack! I didn't want to bring up painful memories by asking about it! You don't think I would have wanted to know?"
"Rai'ludae, wait-"
"Don't call me that!" Karasae whined, standing up and wiping a tear away, "Just... don't!"
The demon turned away and sobbed, walking quickly out to the balcony. Nessa got up to follow her, but Coria quickly intervened.
"No, I'll deal with this. Just stay here and try to calm down."
Coria slowly approached Karasae, pausing at the doorway for a moment. The demon was crying in all earnest, looking out over the broken earth. The mage knew Nessa didn't like talking about her past, so the fact that the demon knew almost nothing about it was hardly surprising. Still, she wasn't sure if this overreaction was just another ruse. That was when she came to a sudden realization of the situation.
It doesn't matter - not yet, anyway. I can figure out if the demon is malicious later, but either way, Nessa won't be happy until this crying stops.
The mage put her hand on Karasae's shoulder and spoke softly, "Hey, it's not her fault."
"I'm sorry," Karasae sniffled, "I'm not usually this weak. It's this... fucking barrier!"
Coria sighed and nodded, "Yes, it has a detrimental effect on demons. That's kind of the point."
"I'm worried about Nessa now. She's less demon than I am... obviously. But still-"
"Nessa will probably just be a bit tired. I'm sure she can tell you about her past though, if you're willing to listen."
Karasae nodded and turned around, drying her eyes. She followed Coria back inside and sat next to Nessa again. The mage sighed and flopped back down on a pile of pillows. She looked at Nessa with an eyebrow raised.
"Nessa never got along with her parents."
"They weren't really bad people," Nessa began carefully, "But being a Felwhisper... you have high standards to live up to. Both of my parents are expert demonologists."
"You can say they weren't bad people, but it doesn't change the past."
"What does that mean?" Karasae interjected.
"They were..." Nessa began, looking down at her hands, "Emotionally abusive at times. Sometimes I would beg Coria's mother to let me stay the night, just so that I wouldn't have to face them."
"But how come I never even knew they existed? Were you no longer living with them when you started at the academy?"
Nessa shook her head, "When I first learned to summon you..." she took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes, "I came home all excited. 'Momma, momma, I learned to summon a succubus today, watch!' When I started the summoning ritual, she slapped me. She said, 'Don't you dare bring that whore into my home. Come and tell me when you actually accomplish something.' It broke my heart that she didn't want to see something I was proud of, but it was just one more thing that put distance between us."
Karasae leaned her head on the warlock's shoulders. "I'm sorry I made you remember that."
"No, it's fine. I believe it's customary for spouses to know about each other." Coria rolled her eyes and Nessa continued, "Then, when I joined the Silvermoon military with Coria, before it was called the Horde military, I told her, knowing full well she wouldn't accept it. I wasn't quite prepared for what she said though."
"What was it?"
"She said... 'Nessa, you no longer have a mother. I never want to see you again.' And just like that, she walked away. I think I stood there for a good ten minutes, just trying to process it. She could be cold at times, but I would be lying if I said she didn't raise me. I felt like I'd just died inside."
"Where was your father during all of this?"
"He was never really around. He preferred to keep out of it and let my mother raise me as she saw fit. It's hard to have any strong feelings one way or another about the man."
"I hardly think either of those count as the worst thing your mother said to you," Coria grumbled, clearly agitated by her memory of the warlock's family.
"Well, that wasn't the question. She wanted to know why she had never seen my parents before. But since you brought it up, no. The worst thing my mother ever said to me was when my brother died in the scourge attack. She said it should have been me."
Karasae noticed immediately that Nessa had suddenly decided to use paraphrasing instead of a direct quote, but decided not to mention it. Instead, she elected to simply stroke the warlock's hair with one hand.
"That's enough, lover. They would probably just be jealous of what you've built now."
"More like angry that I haven't managed to murder every last paladin yet. That's why they didn't support my joining the military. Paladins were obviously going to gain control of the military. Even then, it was clear as day."
"The military as a whole feared the Felwhispers," Coria added, "Mostly for her father's reputation. He was a mercenary. A very expensive mercenary at that. The dead scar is the only proof that he has ever lost a battle, but none of our people could repel the attack."
"So he died in that attack as well then," Karasae replied.
"Oh no, he is very much alive. Retired, but alive - unless the paladins got to him. But since Nessa's parents keep to themselves, it's unlikely that the paladins will bother. It would result in dead paladins and no perceptible gain, or worse, bring those two into the fray."
"Can we talk about something else?" Nessa asked softly, still looking down at her hands.
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Hai'tuja admired herself in the mirror, trying to decide if she should change her robe yet again. The combination of green skin and orange hair narrowed the range of colors she thought she looked good in, and though the black robe she was currently wearing did look good on her, she was worried that it might be too cliche. She looked at the clock and made a mental note to be early.
No matter what I wear, coming in on crutches would be dreadfully unfashionable. Not like it matters. That girl was positively floundering. And that's just too cute to pass up.
Of the two formal robes she had brought with her, the black one she was wearing was decidedly lower cut. Though her breasts were not on the larger end of the spectrum, they gave her an appropriate figure. With the amount she was showing, she was sure that she would catch Lasiri staring. Hai'tuja was no fan of lecherous eyes, but the daydreaming, fumbling innocence of the priest was amusing to her. As she went for her crutches, she smirked, wondering if the girl was a virgin.
She hated the crutches, particularly on the winding staircase from the rooms on the second floor, but she had given herself plenty of time. By the time Lasiri walked in, she had been seated comfortably at a table, and had ordered a bottle of wine to be brought to them as her date joined her. Lasiri was wearing a blood red robe with royal purple trim. Hai'tuja raised an eyebrow when the girl walked in, making a mental note that she cleaned up well. The priest's previously messy hair with the occasional curl was now distinctly wavy, and meticulously groomed to actually look like it was all connected to the same scalp. Lasiri caught sight of the troll and walked over, taking her seat just as the wine arrived.
"I hope I haven't kept you waiting," Lasiri smiled.
"I would say you're here at exactly the right time. You look gorgeous, by the way."
Lasiri's voice caught in her throat for a moment, but she had determined not to be as meek as she was before. She smirked, picking up her wine glass. "How very forward of you. I wish I had that sort of moxie."
"Oh, you don't know the half of it, Lasiri."
"With any luck, I'll get to know more than half."
Her eyes widened at her own comment, blushing a little. She hadn't intended to be quite so bold. Hai'tuja laughed, picking up her own glass.
"Cheers, priestess. That was clever." They each took a sip and she added, "But you're just here for dinner and a few hunting stories... right?"
"And to tell you a couple of stories I'm sure you've heard already, of course."
Hai'tuja chuckled before replying, "Well, you caught me there. I've heard the story of the Sunwell about a dozen times now, from Kor'kron blood elves. Not everyone tells it the same though. In fact, most people speak of the impact it had on their own families. It always makes for a moving tale."
"And the warlock uprising?"
"Three times. Twice from paladins, once from a warlock. The warlock was surprisingly neutral about it. The paladins... not so much. Though I suppose if I heard the story from one of Felwhisper's followers, it would be slanted as well."
"Excuse me, ladies," a waiter said from beside the table, "Are you ready to order? Perhaps an appetizer first?"
Lasiri let the waiter ramble on about their specials, not really paying attention. She listened just enough to have an answer when he addressed her directly, but she was thinking about the battle. After the man left, Hai'tuja turned her attention back to her date.
"Something bothering you, dear?"
"I'm just wondering what I could possibly tell you about the warlock uprising that you haven't heard. That day was an absolute massacre. The things they say about Lady Felwhisper... I'm not sure if I should believe them. And if they are just propaganda, I'm not even sure who's spreading it."
"You can tell me about the lead up to it."
"She managed to avoid execution despite being very obviously in a relationship with her succubus. I don't know how she did that, but the paladins weren't happy about it. They started off small at first. A warlock would kill a paladin, a paladin would kill a warlock. Then people started dying in small groups, and the paladins started ordering priests to deny healing to any warlock. A lot of us complied. After the major battle, our Regent Lord called all available priests to help with emergency healing. I don't know what he expected me to do, though. When I got to the battlefield, it was horrible. There was blood everywhere, but the very worst thing of all was that the paladins who had fallen weren't just dead. The warlocks had siphoned their life force, and even their very souls. The husks on the ground wouldn't have even been any use to the Scourge."
"You would be surprised what the Scourge can use. How bad was the death count?"
"The warlocks lost far more, even by their own account, but the total was still only in the dozens. Thrall's arrival put an abrupt end to it."
"So I heard. It's hard to believe that Felwhisper didn't simply kill him."
"Kill Thrall? Is that a joke? He could snap her in half with hardly a thought."
"I see."
There was an awkward pause in their conversation, while the troll simply looked down at her hands.
"Hai'tuja, have I offended you somehow?"
"No, it's... well, I'm reminded of a contract."
"I can... talk about something else?"
Hai'tuja smiled and shook her head. "I was hired to kill Felwhisper. That didn't end well for me. I almost had her the first time, but she got away. The second time we faced off, she put me down as easily as I put down my other targets. That's how I hurt my leg."
"Are you going to try again?"
"That... isn't going to happen, Lasiri. I'll never walk again."
Lasiri took a deep breath and reached across the table, touching the troll's hand, "Don't say that. You will walk again. Maybe it won't happen quickly, and maybe it's a bad idea to go after the Fel Lady, but don't ever give up on yourself."
The troll offered a weak smile and squeezed Lasiri's hand briefly. "So you're a shadow priest, then."
Lasiri raised her eyebrows a little, and with a sigh, shook her head, "You're right, but for the wrong reasons. I'm no follower of Felwhisper. Even if I wanted to be, there are only warlocks among her ranks. Sometimes I hate the paladins too, but I could never be in one of those death squads."
"Death squads?"
"Groups of warlocks with the sole intent of destroying paladins, with no warning, no provocation, and no hope..." she suddenly clutched her shoulders and shivered.
"Lasiri-"
"I still remember the first time I saw it. They looked like death itself. Four masked warlocks melted out of the shadows and took a paladin by surprise. So much blood... the skulls embroidered on the front of their masks... I... I..."
"Lasiri!" The priest stared wide-eyed at Hai'tuja, falling silent, "Calm down. They won't come after you. You were never in any danger, because you never got involved, right?"
The priest stared into her date's strong eyes for a few seconds, deciding how much to share. She elected to not mention the conversation she'd had with Nessa before the battle at the gates, simply nodding in response. Hai'tuja motioned with her fingers, and Lasiri placed her hand back in the troll's.
"That isn't something that neophytes are supposed to have to see," she continued, speaking softly, "But this is the reality of war. Horrible things are done by both sides, and they both very quickly lose sight of why they were even fighting to begin with, simply driven by the desire to kill. People find new and creative ways to justify preemptive strikes, brutal methods, and even genocide. Gods, Lasiri - just look at the quasi-ceasefire we have with the Alliance. You know who the enemy is just by looking at them. I'm not innocent either. The Kor'kron receive some of the most atrocious missions of all."
"What did you do?" the priest asked, her tone sullen.
"Assassinations, mostly. I found out very quickly that the sort of targets they gave me weren't the type to be taken out by a single bullet from a hidden position. Even with weeks of information gathering, things get messy. But the vast majority of the time, when I'm called in to take someone out, it is grossly one sided. That's the point. If the person is an even match for me, there's a higher chance of failure."
"Is it as bad as what I'm seeing here at home?"
The troll shrugged, "I don't know. I haven't seen it. If blood frightens you though, I shan't provide you the details of my missions. Some of them were... pretty bad."
"How bad?"
"Does the term 'multiple compound fractures' mean anything to you?" The troll chuckled, then glanced to her left, "Oh look, our food is coming."
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Karasae had her head on Nessa's shoulder, and was barely awake. The barrier around the outpost was weakening her greatly, draining her strength. Nessa could feel it too, but it didn't have as profound of an impact on her, as it was arcane and not holy energy. Finally, the demon spoke sleepily.
"Nessa... send me back. I need to rest."
"Okay, love."
"Don't stay up too late. I know it's affecting you too."
"I'll be careful." Nessa placed a kiss on the demon's lips and dismissed her. The wisps of shadow quickly dissipated, and Nessa turned back to Coria. "Honestly, she worries too much. I wouldn't want to fight under this barrier, but it isn't going to kill me."
"You look less pale after being here for a while," Coria replied, "You're not felblood, are you?"
"That's something my wife and I both want to avoid. Once you go that route, there's no turning back. It always ends very quickly, and it ends in death."
"Well, at least you remember that precaution. I'm still not sold on the whole... 'demon with a heart' scenario, you know. She's crafty, I'll give her that, but this whole situation seems unlikely."
"It is very unlikely, yes," Nessa chuckled, "But the warlocks under my command believe in the legitimacy of our union, and our history suggests that it is truly one of the few bonds that demons hold to be sacred. Come now, Coria. Surely you want to talk about something else after so long."
"Fine, fine. I'm just worried about you is all. Hold on, I want you to have a drink with me." Coria got up and went to a cabinet on the other side of the room, returning with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. "I think you'll like this; it's a personal favorite of mine."
She handed Nessa the bottle, and the warlock took a moment to read the label before replying, "Coria... arcane infused wine? How can you afford this on a task force salary?"
Coria raised an eyebrow, giving a sly smirk. "Take a look around, dear. Doesn't all this seem a little plush for task force salary? The truth is, this area is rich with precious stones, and if you're willing to do the prospecting and crafting yourself, you'll make a fortune."
"Yes, I suppose I can see that."
Coria took the bottle back and poured wine for the both of them. It sparkled and swirled with energy, bringing a smile to Nessa's lips. The mage sat back down, raising her own glass for a toast.
"It's been too long, Nessa. I should have been there through the bad part."
"We all play our part, sister." Their glasses clinked together and they took a small sip, "Maybe we can fight together next time."
Coria chuckled, "That would take some doing. I don't see you as much of a mercenary."
"You never know. Well Coria, you made me tell a bunch of stories tonight, but you didn't say much about yourself. Surely you haven't just been cutting dirty rocks for the past few years."
"Dirty rocks, indeed."
"I know the fighting stopped a while ago. Have you managed to find a love interest?" Coria scoffed and turned her head, blushing a little. Nessa laughed and added, "I think that's a yes!"
"Well, it wasn't very recent, and it didn't really work out. There was a man in our expedition who really caught my eye, but once I let him in my bed, he just took me for granted. The whole gentleman act completely vanished."
"Mm. Shame that. You know I worry about you working too hard."
"Says the girl who left the arcanist academy at 63 to jump headlong into the fel arts." Nessa burst out laughing, her cheeks picking up a mild flush. "I'm telling your wife that story tomorrow."
"You wouldn't!" Coria merely stuck her tongue out mockingly in response, and Nessa shook her head, still grinning. "You still got a real mission before me though."
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Hai'tuja allowed Lasiri to help her up the stairs, foregoing her crutches for the moment. In truth, the troll neither needed nor wanted anyone's help with this; she was using the opportunity to press her body against the blood elf. Lasiri was flushed, and unable to ignore the fact that the troll's breast was pressing and rubbing against her own as they climbed the stairs. It was slow going up the spiral staircase, and when they finally reached the room, Hai'tuja quickly entered, finding a flask filled with magenta liquid and downing it in one gulp as she plopped ungracefully down onto the bed. She looked back at Lasiri, who was mildly alarmed at the sight. Hai'tuja shook her head and sighed.
"I'm sorry," the troll began, "I'm on pain medication for my ankle, and this dose must have been late."
Lasiri entered and took the empty flask, holding it under her nose. She looked up and to the left as she thought for a moment before replying, "I hope you have your papers. No alchemist in Silvermoon will touch something like this without a good reason."
"I do, and the side effects are minimal. As long as I don't decide I know better than the healers, right?"
Lasiri nodded and sat next to the troll, putting the empty flask on the nightstand. "You've led a more interesting life in your time than I have in mine, Hai'tuja."
"Don't say such things. I wouldn't have requested a moment of your time if you bored me. You are far more interesting than you let on, or perhaps even give yourself credit for."
"Yes, you say that, but… I don't understand what you see in me," she looked down at her hands, and found the troll's finger on her chin, guiding her to look into Hai'tuja's eyes.
"You think I can have anyone I want, but even if that's true, I don't want anyone. I want you."
Lasiri's eyes widened, and her mouth opened slightly to reply, but the words wouldn't come to her. Unable to look away from the troll's piercing gaze, she sat transfixed. Hai'tuja leaned forward, and their lips met. The troll's tongue slid out gracefully, delicately meeting her guest's tongue. Her eyes closed, and Lasiri let out a quiet whine, shaking nervously. The troll pulled back, a look of concern on her face.
"Lasiri… are you alright?"
The priest swallowed hard and nodded, but hesitated to speak. She looked down at her hands for a few seconds, taking a deep breath. When she looked back up, she tried to mask her fear, but found little success.
"I've never… I-I mean… I'm really attracted to you, but…" she took another deep breath and blurted out, "I'm such a coward."
The shaking subsided, and Hai'tuja gave her a warm smile. "There's nothing to be afraid of. They say…" the troll touched Lasiri's knee, then slowly began running her hand up the girl's leg, "…That when the lead is a competent ballroom dancer…" her hand reached Lasiri's hip, and began going up the elf's midsection, "…Their partner needn't know how to dance at all, and no one would be any the wiser."
Hai'tuja's hand slid gently over Lasiri's breast, making the elf take a deep breath, arching her back. Lasiri closed her fists tightly, gasping some of the bed sheets as she did. Hai'tuja gently pressed against the priest's sternum with two fingers, and she took the hint to lay down. Her legs were still dangling over the edge of the large bed, and Hai'tuja placed the two commanding fingers under her chin, urging her to reposition herself. Their eyes were locked, and though she didn't understand how, Lasiri knew exactly what the troll wanted, and complied fully. Once the elf was fully on the bed, Hai'tuja crawled up on top of her, then leaned in and kissed her again.
Lasiri laid under the troll, breathing quickly, unsure what to do with herself. The troll broke the kiss and moved down to the elf's neck, dragging the tip of her tongue delicately under the jaw bone and up, making her way toward the girl's ear. Lasiri glanced nervously over at the troll in fearful anticipation. When her tongue made contact with the priest's ear, Lasiri moaned sharply, arching her back and squeezing her eyes shut. The troll let one of her hands wander as she slowly licked up the length of Lasiri's ear, finding the buttons on the girl's robe and slowly removing them. As the troll gently teased Lasiri's ear, the blood elf writhed and moaned from the nearly unbearable intensity of the shocking sensations attacking her from such sensitive skin. The elf hardly even noticed she was being disrobed, until Hai'tuja tweaked her nipple between forefinger and thumb, making her scream in shock.
The elf's robe laid open, her bra having been discarded. Her panties were still on when Hai'tuja's hand slid down her midsection, slowly making its way to the waistband. The troll slid her fingers underneath the thin undergarment and found Lasiri's slit already wet. Her finger had no trouble slipping between the elf's nether lips, and finding the sensitive button nestled between. With the light, gentle teasing, the troll knew exactly what she was doing. She had yet to meet a blood elf who didn't have a weakness for ear stimulation, and Lasiri was no different. In a matter of seconds, Lasiri lost control as her body was ever so gently pushed over the edge, sending her into a fit of screaming, her hips rocking hard toward Hai'tuja's fingers, chasing after the touch that the troll would never allow to press quite as hard as Lasiri's body wanted it to. The priest flopped down onto the bed, a lull in her climax that could have gone either way, but the troll sped up instead of stopping, forcing the elf into an extended orgasm that made her scream and clutch desperately at the sheets below her.
Finally free of her first orgasm, Lasiri shook like a leaf, her brow glistening with sweat. She only began to breathe easier when Hai'tuja withdrew from her ear, allowing her to relax somewhat. As she looked down, she saw the troll slowly crawling down, kissing her way down the elf's body. She dropped her head back onto the bed, looking up above her, staring at nothing in particular as she tried to pull her mind together. Hai'tuja gently tugged the girl's panties down, dragging them off past the feet and placing them aside. Lasiri felt her legs being pushed apart as Hai'tuja's tongue made its way up her leg, to her inner thigh. When the troll's talented tongue met Lasiri's clit, she screamed, arching her back. Her arms flopped up above her head as she rocked her hips, looking down at the woman between her legs.
Lasiri's toes curled, and she trembled in anticipation. Her back arched, and she gripped and pulled at the sheets, screaming up at the ceiling. Her limbs seemed to lock up as she hit climax again. Her jaw clenched, and she whimpered through gritted teeth. The screaming and thrashing subsided, and she turned her head to the side, cooing. Her eye twitched as she tried to regain her composure, but Hai'tuja took the hint and stopped. The troll crawled up and brushed a few strands of hair out of the priest's face, looking down at her with a tinge of concern.
"Too much?" Hai'tuja asked softly.
Lasiri shook her head, replying slowly, "No… I can… I've come more than twice before, but… I can hardly breathe with you."
"Maybe I just… press the right buttons a little bit better?"
The priest chuckled, "A lot better. You need to let me taste you too."
Hai'tuja took Lasiri's hand in her own, and guided the priest to reach under her dress. The elf gained an evil glint in her eye when she realized what was happening, but it quickly turned to surprise when her fingers met wet, bare skin. She had expected to find the fabric of the troll's panties, but instead met a highly aroused slit. Hai'tuja shut her eyes tightly and lowered her head a bit, exhaling hotly from the touch. Lasiri gradually began to take notice of what Hai'tuja liked, and needed the troll's guidance less and less. The hunter remained on her hands and knees over the priest, her breathing gradually picking up. Raising her head a bit, Hai'tuja looked into Lasiri's eyes. The intensity of the eye contact made the elf falter in her rhythm, causing the troll to furrow her brow and whine. Lasiri responded by speeding up greatly, making Hai'tuja moan loudly. The troll began to mutter under her breath in an old dialect that Lasiri couldn't quite understand. It was elegantly spoken, though punctuated with whimpering moans. With a sudden gasp, the troll lunged forward, kissing the elf deeply and plunging her tongue into her partner's mouth. She uttered a muffled shriek as her orgasm washed over her, pressing her body against her lover. Pulling back a little, she shook her head quickly, prompting Lasiri to stop, then laid her body against the elf as she caught her breath.
"Forgive me, priestess," Hai'tuja panted, "My stamina is at a bit of a low point."
"Don't you dare apologize. You're amazing."
The troll rolled off of Lasiri and laid next to her. The priest took her hand and smiled weakly and closed her eyes for a moment, but suddenly opened them, sitting up.
"Is something wrong, dear?"
"I can't fall asleep here."
"Right, let's get you home. But let's clean you up first. I won't have you looking disheveled on your way home; that simply wouldn't do at all."
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Nessa was laughing heartily, though at least somewhat embarrassed, as Coria spun her tale. Karasae sat shocked, her mouth open in a half smile. The mage was clearly somewhat tipsy already, as was Nessa, but she wasn't intoxicated enough to stop her from making sense.
"I'm serious!" Coria laughed, "She was only 63 when she left in a blaze of adolescent rebellion. What was it you said, Nessa?"
Nessa put her face in her palm and chuckled, "Oh gods…"
"Ah yes! 'I have learned everything of value from this contrived hall of limits, and I'm going to pursue true power. Perhaps one day, should you grow a spine, you'll join me.' To the professor, mind you."
"He wasn't pleased about that…"
"Hmm, what other interesting stories can we squeeze out of her…" Karasae looked hopefully at Coria, waiting anxiously for the woman's next idea, until Coria straightened up with a start. "I know! Let's play truth or dare!"
"You must be really drunk…"
Karasae smirked at the mage and chimed in, "Succubi have absolutely no shame. You're a brave woman to want to play that with me."
"Come on!" Coria pleaded, "It'll be fun! And we'll both get to learn all sorts of lovely things about Nessa!"
Nessa rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, replying with a sigh, "Fine! We'll play your silly little game."
Coria took the empty wine bottle and laid it on the floor, then spun it. When it stopped, the bottle neck pointed generally toward Nessa, who rolled her eyes again.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"How many people have you slept with since I left Silvermoon?"
Nessa's eyes widened, and Karasae laughed loudly. She stammered, "A… A few?" Coria crossed her arms and smirked at Nessa, prompting her to add, "Maybe… five?"
"You are such a whore."
"Oh, whatever."
Nessa spun the bottle, and before it stopped, Karasae interjected, "It was more than five."
"Shush, you!" The bottle stopped, pointing at Karasae, and she added, "Perfect. Truth or dare, bitch?"
"Dare."
"Take off your top."
The demon wasted no time in removing her top, revealing her bare breasts. She tossed the top onto a nearby bed and took her turn at spinning the bottle. It ended up pointing at Nessa again, who looked somewhat annoyed by this.
"What's it gonna be?"
"Truth."
"Scared to take a dare from a demon? Fine, this will be fun anyway. First time you masturbated."
"I was… 48, actually. I had -no- clue… thought I had a seizure or a heart attack or something. Alright, my turn."
Karasae burst out laughing, and spun the bottle. Coria was under the microscope this time, and spoke just as Nessa was about to open her mouth, "Dare. You already know everything interesting about me."
"I disagree! But let's see… dance."
"What?!"
"Dance! Do you really need more to go on than that?"
Coria grumbled and stood up, feeling more than a little awkward. She began to dance, sans music, as Nessa had commanded. Her movements were less than fluid, though not for lack of effort. After about thirty seconds, she sat back down with a huff, muttering under her breath, "I think that's just about enough of that."
The bottle spun, stopping at Karasae, who raised an eyebrow and made eye contact with Coria. "You look like you want me to say 'truth'. You have a question in your head already. Let's hear it."
Coria flushed and nodded, a nervous giggle escaping her. She hesitated, seemingly trying to pick her choice of words carefully, though it didn't appear to help much. "There's a spell we found reference to when clearing out one of the minor bases… we never found the spell itself, but I want to know if it's real. It's called… um… pee-aww-pen… I think?"
Karasae gave Coria a blank stare, then shook her head, "Is that Eredun? I can't understand your accent. Maybe I can draw some runes, and you can stop me when you see something that looks familiar?"
"Someone told me it was um…" Coria's face was completely red by now, and Nessa was watching her stumble through her sentences with great curiosity, "I-It was certainly false, or maybe just an idea they used to scare their blood elf subordinates, b-but… S-Supposedly it can make a succubus grow a temporary… you know…" Karasae gave a light shrug and shook her head, waiting for Coria to finish. "A cock."
Nessa doubled over in laughter, and Karasae's mouth hung agape in shocked amusement. When the demon finally spoke, she replied, "That's… pronounced 'peah-peneh', I think. That's the closest word I can think of that would mean what you want it to mean… but I've never heard of such a spell." She took the bottle and spun it, adding, "But if you find that spell, I want it!"
The bottle ended up pointing right back at Coria, who immediately shouted, "Dare!"
"Brave girl!" Karasae replied over Nessa's cheering, "Now kiss her. Open mouth, full tongue."
Coria was stunned at the suggestion, but Nessa simply leaned forward expectantly, her eyebrows raised. The mage looked back and forth between the demon and the warlock, marveling at how casual they were about it all - Karasae was half naked, and neither of them seemed to care. Coria's reluctance was almost palpable, but she leaned in, her lips parted, and kissed Nessa deeply, sliding her tongue into the warlock's mouth and inhaling sharply. A couple of seconds later, she broke the kiss and leaned back again, scratching the back of her head nervously.
"You two are way too dangerous," Coria muttered, making Karasae giggle. She spun the bottle a little too hard, making it skid away from the middle and over toward the succubus, coming to a sudden stop when it bumped into her hoof.
"You again!" Nessa laughed.
"Not fair!" Karasae whined. She rolled her eyes and added, "Fine, truth."
"Have you ever been with a man," Coria asked, "Or have you always been a lesbian?"
"I've always been a lesbian."
"Rai'ludae…" Nessa said scoldingly.
"What? It's true, isn't it?"
"Ahem."
"What…? Oh! Okay, fine. There was this one time I jerked off a night elf, but I used Nessa's tits to do it, so I didn't even really touch him. I have no regrets, and I'd do it again!"
Karasae spun the bottle with this exclamation, leaving Coria stunned to silence. Nessa was covering her face in embarrassment, but her blush had already crept past her cheeks. It stopped, pointing at the warlock, who was now peeking out from the cracks between her fingers. She dropped both hands abruptly when she saw it stop, and sighed heavily.
"Dare."
"I'm feeling oh so lonely, being the only one who's topless and all. Won't you join me?"
Karasae batted her eyelashes at Nessa, who rolled her eyes and began taking off her robe, "Right, lonely." She finished stripping down to her panties, and looked over at Coria, spinning the bottle, "You're next."
Sure enough, the bottle stopped, pointing at Coria. The mage laughed and said, "Truth!"
Coria stuck out her tongue, and Nessa narrowed her eyes in mock annoyance. "You think you're so clever. Why don't you tell us about the first time you got drunk?"
The mage's jaw dropped for a moment, and then she turned her head to the side, closing her mouth. "You are such a bitch." She sighed and turned back toward them, "Alright, I had just graduated from the arcanist academy, you know, the one Nessa dropped out of early? Well, I decided to celebrate with the rest of my graduating class. I ended up dancing on the bar, taking my clothes off. Nessa managed to get to me before I was completely naked and dragged me home."
"Why before?" Karasae teased.
"Believe it or not," Nessa replied, "There was once a time when I was fairly conservative. You completely obliterated that, of course."
"Well, naturally." The demon glanced over at the mage again and smirked, making the mage look at her nervously.
"What? That's ancient history!" Coria blurted out.
"Not at my age, but I was actually looking at your nipples poking out through your robe."
Coria's eyes widened and she hastily crossed her arms in front of her breasts. "It's cold in here!"
"Is it?" Karasae scooted over to Coria, pressing against her. "I'm not sure it is."
The mage swallowed hard, and Nessa came around to her other side, pressing against her as well. Coria stammered, glancing back and forth between the two topless women. She let her hands drop, leaning back on her palms. "A-Aren't we playing anymore?"
"Do you really want to?" Karasae pressed her hand lightly against Coria's lower ribcage, slowly dragging it up until she was holding the mage's breast. "I can stop… and we can go back to spinning that bottle."
Nessa's hand came up too, mimicking the demon's touch on the other breast. Coria balled her hands up into fists against the floor, letting out a choked whine, "You two…"
Karasae slid up behind the mage, starting to unbutton the robe as she whispered in the woman's ear, "You could tell us to stop, but you won't."
Before Coria could answer, Karasae licked slowly up the woman's right ear, making her moan loudly. Nessa craned her neck up and kissed Coria deeply, carefully sliding her tongue into the mage's mouth. The demon helped Coria out of her robe, and Coria shrugged her shoulders, hastily trying to remove it. The mage inhaled sharply, returning Nessa's kiss now, leaning into it. Karasae got Coria's bra off with no resistance, then leaned over and took the mage's nipple in her mouth. Coria's back arched, and she let out an extended, whimpering moan against Nessa's tongue. Karasae kneaded the woman's other breast, her free hand going down lower, teasing along Coria's back until it got down to her ass.
The mage broke the kiss and leaned back, Karasae helping her lay down carefully. The warlock and her minion removed Coria's panties together, sliding them off over the mage's ankles. Coria was panting with excitement, caught in the rush of the moment, making her forego much of the foreplay she otherwise would have wanted. When she looked down, she saw the other two women converging on her, leaning over her. They parted her legs and lowered their heads, their tongues meeting on the tip of her clit. She shrieked in pleasure, arching her back and clumsily reaching for their heads. After some distracted fumbling, she was able to get a handful of each woman's hair, pulling them towards her as she rocked her hips. The two tongues were flicking her nubbin with alternating strokes, sending waves of pleasure through her body, coaxing out a visceral reaction. Coria's unabashed screams of ecstasy filled the room, seemingly deafening them with the onset of her climax.
Eventually laying limp, the mage released her grip on her guests' hair, letting her arms drop to the sides. Nessa crawled up and kissed the breathless woman, letting Karasae settle in between Coria's legs. Nessa stood, her feet on either side of Coria's head, and removed her panties. She squatted, her wetness less than an inch from the mage's lips. Coria needed no further encouragement, darting her tongue out quickly to flick at the warlock's sensitive folds. Nessa screamed and leaned back, placing both hands on the bed on either side of the mage's chest, bracing herself as she rocked her hips. Karasae refused to let up, her tongue fluttering over Coria's clit, trying to arouse her to a state of agonizing pleasure once more. Hearing the woman's muffled whimpers spurred her on, encouraging her to lick faster. The mage's hips bucked erratically, her tongue flickering quickly back and forth across Nessa's clit. Nessa grabbed the back of Coria's head with both hands, moaning loudly as they came together.
Nessa clumsily rolled off of Coria, flopping onto her back. The mage was shaking a bit, panting from the physical exertion. As she tried to catch her breath, the demon stood over her as Nessa had done, and her eyes widened in shock. Coria watched the demon remove the skimpy bottoms covering her, marveling how incredibly wet the succubus was. The demon's pussy was glistening, a strand of wetness connecting the panties to her as she removed them. As she felt Nessa position herself between her legs, she let out an exasperated sigh of nervous anticipation.
"Oh gods…"
Karasae knelt over Coria's face, using her middle and index finger to spread her nether lips. The mage hesitated at first, but when she felt two fingers slide inside her, she screamed and craned her neck up, sealing her lips around the demon's wetness, her tongue flicking the exposed clit back and forth quickly. The demon used her free hand to tease the tip of Coria's ear, making the mage shriek and convulse under her. Nessa began to lick Coria's clit as well, overstimulating the already thoroughly defeated elf. She whimpered, uttering an extended whine as she writhed beneath the two of them. Coria's ragged, labored breathing was peppered with weak moans. Her brow was beaded with sweat, very much to Karasae's amusement.
Though the demon was clearly in better shape, her own arousal was building as well. Her hips rocked, and soft moans escaped her lips. She let out a sudden gasp, shivering and hunching slightly. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, and she stared down at the woman between her legs. Each inhale became a sharp, high pitched gasp, until she finally let out a scream, her hips bucking wildly as she was overwhelmed by Coria's tongue. The mage screamed as well, half in protest, as Nessa pushed her fatigued body over the edge for the third time that night. Karasae slumped forward onto her hands and knees, her head hanging low for a few seconds before she rolled off of the elf. She laid on her back, blinking slowly up at the ceiling, until Nessa crawled up to her. They kissed, but Karasae barely had the energy to return it. The warlock smiled down at her for a moment before dismissing her, then leaned over to idly brush some of Coria's hair out of her face.
Coria smiled weakly up at Nessa, but soon, her eyes closed, and she found herself drifting out of consciousness.
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