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Nessa felt herself turn red. For a moment, she forgot to breathe. She had never considered the possibility of leaving the demon, but she certainly hadn't considered the possibility of marrying her either. Logically, there was a lot to think about. So many things should have gone through her head... but they didn't. Nothing was in her thoughts. It was as if the many untamed, discordant collections of ideas and memories constantly running through her head suddenly fell silent. She simply nodded, unsure of how her voice would come out if she spoke. Karasae sobbed and hugged Nessa tightly, burying her face in the woman's robes.

"I was so scared to ask!"

Nessa stroked the creature's hair, trying to calm her even as her own tears fell.

"Shhh... It's okay. I'm not going anywhere. I love you."

"I love you so much. It's... it's not really like your wedding ceremonies. Not at all, actually." Karasae sniffled and looked up at Nessa, "But it binds us forever. It's very important to me."

"I understand," Nessa replied weakly. The demon had really caught her off guard with this one.

She said she'd been thinking about it for a while... then why didn't she ever mention it? She knew I wanted to leave the Horde for her.

"It's going to take time to prepare the ritual. A few days I think."

"When are you going to start telling me things?"

Karasae went cold at the question. Her mouth opened slightly, but she hesitated to speak. She thought that the pause would have given her time to come up with something useful to say, but it didn't.

"What?"

"You say you've been thinking about this for a long time, yet you didn't say anything until now. How long would you have kept it from me if we hadn't been caught? Forever? You know I wanted to leave the Horde for you. You want me to marry you and you don't want to open up to me."

Karasae's eyes narrowed. She was rather unimpressed with Nessa's reaction. It had taken a huge leap of faith on her part to propose, and her reward was grief.

"I'm sorry I'm not a blood elf." the demon replied spitefully. She regretted it immediately when Nessa's lip trembled. More tears spilled down the warlock's cheeks, and Karasae's tough exterior melted. "Oh shit... Nessa, no. I didn't mean it like that, I swear. I'm sorry. I just mean it's hard for me to open up. It's not my nature... I'm trying."

"I know what you mean. I'm the problem for not granting you enough leeway, right? Never mind the fact that I'm the one who suffers while you learn."

"Then teach me!" Karasae snapped, "Tell me why we've been fighting so much lately. Tell me why it's so damned hard to love you even though I don't want to spend even a second without you! Tell me why it hurts so bad when you cry even though every other demon I've ever met would be laughing right now! I didn't have parents; did you know that? Demons don't get 'raised'. No one was ever there to explain what emotions were! I just knew I was different, and being different hurt! It hurt so bad to see everyone happy when I couldn't be. You're different too! You're not like other warlocks who've summoned me in the past! You want me to open up to you? Well damn it, Nessa! I'm trying! I'm trying so hard..." Karasae's voice finally cracked. Tears had been streaming down her face through her entire rant, but only now did she really sound like she was crying. "...Please bear with me. I know it's a lot to ask, but it means so much to me. Of course I want to be open to you, but I learned to close myself up as a way to survive for such a long time. And it did work. It will take time to undo all that."

Karasae looked at her summoner with some trepidation, trembling from the aftermath of having vented so much all at once. When Nessa was sure the demon was finished, she smiled and wiped Karasae's tears away.

"That's a great start. I regret that I cannot answer your questions, Karasae. I don't know why you're different either. What I do know is that we can figure it out together in time. Of course I'll marry you, lover. I love a lot of your demonic tendencies; there are just some things that I need from you. Also, if you were an elf, it wouldn't piss off the paladins when we got married. You know how much I love pissing off paladins."

Karasae smiled weakly at the joke, not quite able to laugh at anything just yet. She put her head in Nessa's lap, slowly calming down. It took a few deep breaths to steady herself, but it wasn't long before she felt confident speaking again.

"You ask a lot, elf. But it's okay; you're worth it. I guess I ask a lot too... it's just harder to realize it."

"What do you need for the ritual?"

"Mostly things from my own world, but I'll let you know as the need arises."

"You need a dress."

"A what?!" Karasae's eyes widened at the suggestion of wearing anything other than her rather ridiculous 'combat' gear.

"Yes... something classy. I'm not going to marry you in the same outfit you use in battle. Speaking of which-"

"I didn't choose this outfit!"

"Don't worry, I won't make you wear white. I know a really good tailor. She could make something for me too. We'll go visit her in the morning; I doubt she's still open now."

Karasae chuckled softly, "You have no idea what time it is, do you?" Nessa furrowed her brow, and after a moment, pulled open the curtain, squinting as the bright sunlight poured in. "It's early afternoon. You managed to completely throw off your body's natural cycle; what with the fighting and the sleeping and everything."

"How long have we been back in Silvermoon since I was attacked?"

"A day. How are your eyes?"

"My eyes?"

"Yes, the round things in your face, a few inches above the mouth." Nessa smirked and crossed her arms. "Your pupils dilated when you were poisoned, and the light looked painful to you just now. You've never been confused about the time when you were injured before. I figured your eyes might still be a problem for you."

Nessa hesitated to reply, uncrossing her arms and stroking the demon's hair again. "You noticed all of that?"

"Nessa... I'm your minion. Even after we get married, I'll still be your minion. It's my responsibility to look out for you. I see things you can't see. All minions do, just... most don't care enough to tell you."

"I think most other creatures don't even care enough to notice," Nessa sighed, "You have a lot to teach me, you know. My trainers hit a wall after I achieved metamorphosis."

"Your eyes?"

"My... oh! Right, my eyes. I'll be okay to go out. Come on, let's go. I really should get some fresh air-"

"Nessa..." Nessa looked down. Karasae turned her head to face the elf. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying. "I can't go out like this."

Nessa kissed the demon's forehead gently. "That was inconsiderate of me; I'm sorry. We should both get cleaned up."

The demon got up shakily, followed by Nessa. When they were ready to go, Nessa stared at her lover for a moment. Karasae looked into her eyes and sighed.

"You've lost control twice recently. Yes... it was twice. I can see the damage to your soul. Was that my failing?"

Nessa grabbed the smaller woman and kissed her roughly on the mouth. Pulling away, she smiled slyly, prompting a giggle from her lover. "To have been so foolish, to put my heart where it needn't be, that is my failing, not yours. I have failed you utterly as a summoner. I will rectify that in the days to come." Her smile broadened as the fel glow in her eyes became a little brighter for just a moment. "We have fools to crush, my love. I can feel it... that near premonition state you described to me in Northrend. I sense the pride of the ignorant will throw them in our way."

Karasae chuckled, gently wrapping her arms around the warlock's waist. Without warning, her nails dug into the woman's hips, snapping Nessa back to reality. The blood elf gasped at the pain.

"Careful, Nessa. You're letting it consume you. It's sexy, I must admit, but you have to control it."

Karasae released her grip on the woman, taking a couple of steps back. She maintained eye contact the whole time, as if challenging her summoner. Nessa cocked an eyebrow, not really sure what to make of the situation.

"Interesting, but am I right?"

Karasae shrugged. "Close enough for now, I suppose. I'm more interested in your controlling it first. You don't start with fire magic by starting bigger fires."

"-I- don't, that's true. Some initiates-"

"Set themselves on fire?"

"Yes, I see your point. Shall I try again?"

"No. Put it out of your mind. In a few hours we can work on it again. Think of it as a cool down period. I'm interested to meet a tailor among the Sin'dorei you seem to think would make a dress for a succubus."

Nessa laughed and reached for Karasae's hand, the two making their way for the door. "Think of her as a mercenary," Nessa said, opening the door, "She works for the money and doesn't give a damn who's paying. She's always been nice to me as well."

As she closed the door behind them, one of the warlocks at her door nervously protested, "Miss Felwhisper, is it wise to go alone into the city?"

Nessa turned to the student, as if having only just noticed him. "If the point of my return is to show that we will no longer be forced to hide our true nature, my being a prisoner in my own home would defeat the purpose."

"B-But my orders are clear!"

"Well... if you think you can stop me..."

Nessa smirked and waited for a moment, then laughed and began to walk away. As they began to get further into the city, and as such, became the focus of prying eyes and ears, Nessa switched from her native tongue to Demonic. While the people around them couldn't understand what they were saying, it only made them that much more agitated. In their eyes, she was throwing her reprieve in their faces. By walking hand in hand with a demon while speaking that language, she was making their blood boil.

But Nessa's perception of how much people actually hated her was more than a little flawed. She perceived the hateful stares of the few as the disdain of the many. While it was true that by and large she was not the most popular individual in Silvermoon, she was not the cause of as much anger as she had thought, or perhaps hoped. "Demon lovers", most certainly, were unwelcome in the city. However, as easy as it was to get whipped up in the frenzy of crowd mentality, not everyone was a zealot.

Those who hated her most were not in the crowd in the market area. A group of paladins watched from across the Bazaar. They favored execution in these cases, and hated that not only was she allowed to live, but she was allowed to live freely in the city.

"This cannot stand," one of them began, shifting uneasily in his heavy armor, "Something must be done to put a stop to her blatant defiance."

"You do realize that you're suggesting putting a stop to -her-, don't you, brother? We have to respect the authority of the Warchief."

"The Warchief said that the city must not execute her. That order has been obeyed, and will continue to be. Thrall does not have authority over paladins as a whole."

The third, previously silent, turned to the first. "You're suggesting assassination now. Surely you realize that Felwhisper will become a martyr for the warlocks if that were to come to fruition."

"Will she? I think quite the opposite - the longer she is allowed to live, the more they will look up to her. She will spread the notion that it's perfectly okay to be a demon lover."

The second man glared at the warlock as she rounded the corner. "He's right, but this is going to take finesse. Attack her unprovoked in broad daylight and we will be labeled as villains, setting our cause back that much further. Same thing if we attack her in her home, not to mention the fact that we'd have to kill initiates to get to her. Find a way to lure her out at night, alone. It will be a difficult fight, especially if she brings out that wretched felguard, but the odds are in our favor."

"And the light is on our side. Keep an eye on her. We need to study our target for a while."

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Nessa entered the store, smiling as she saw Zyandrel. The tailor looked up at Nessa in shock.

"Nessa? Gods, I thought you were dead!" She rushed over to Nessa and hugged her tightly for a brief moment. "What the hell is going on? You wouldn't believe the rumors! How much of it is true? Are you alright?"

"Slow down, sister. I'm quite alright now. Yes, I imagine some of those rumors are at least partially true. We got careless, I suppose."

Zyandrel smiled at Karasae, looking rather amused. "So that part's true then? I always knew -something- was going on. You taking a 'break from relationships' for so long."

Nessa laughed loudly, "Oh, come on! I did take a break!"

"You can blame me, I suppose," Karasae grinned, "She was totally innocent before I got to her."

"Lies and deceit!" Zyandrel grinned. "Has anyone ever told you that your Thalassian is flawless, demon? Most demons in Azeroth can barely handle Orcish."

"There's this warlock who always follows me around. She's said it to me a few times."

Nessa put her hands on her hips, raising her eyebrows at the demon. "That's it. Zyandrel, she needs a dress. We both do, actually. Make hers pink and frilly for that last comment."

"Don't worry," Zyandrel chuckled, "I won't make your dress pink. It would clash horribly with your skin tone. What's the occasion?"

"We're to be married."

"Married? Belore, Nessa. No one even knew you were a lesbian, and now you're marrying a succubus. I guess you couldn't just come out in a normal way? Well, come on over to my workbench area. I'll take your measurements first, demon. It's not everyday I get to make a succubus's dress."

Karasae approached an area of the room with two mirrors and Zyandrel took out her measuring tape, taking measurements at various locations and writing them down. She walked behind the demon and stared for a moment, biting her lip.

"How much can your wings fold?" Karasae retracted her wings, laying them as flat as she could on her back. They still stuck out notably. "Mmhmm. I suppose it doesn't matter. Your talons would rip the fabric anyway. Your dress is going to be backless. And this tail..." she took the base of the demon's tail in her hand and measured around it, then looked at the tip. "How stiff is the... fur? Hair? At the end of your tail."

"Somewhat stiff."

Zyandrel ran her fingers over the tip of the tail, mentally noting the stiffness. It was on par with the bristles of an average paintbrush. After thinking for a moment, she replied, "The hole for your tail is going to need a drawstring, since the tip of your tail is actually wider than the base."

Nessa giggled into her hand, grabbing the demon's attention. "What?"

"You're going to have a bow over your tail." Karasae flushed at the mental image.

"Alright," Zyandrel continued, seeming to ignore them, "Color. We want something dark, but black is so cliche." She started searching through cloth samples. "Why don't we... match... your wings..." Pulling out a square of fabric, she held it up against the demon's shoulder, turning to Nessa. "What do you think?"

Nessa came closer, looking at the contrast between the demon's relatively light skin and the deep purple of the cloth. "I like it."

"Demon?" Karasae glanced down at her shoulder and nodded. "Alright then. Nessa, you're up next."

Nessa's measurements were more routine for the tailor. She was able to conduct more small talk during this, as it barely required her focus. Zyandrel recommended a dark blue for Nessa's dress, which seemed to please the couple. As they left, they didn't notice the eyes on them. Specifically, they didn't notice the ones that concealed murderous intent. Paladin guards were a common occurrence, and the fact that paladins didn't like her wasn't exactly a secret.

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"What have you found, Calael?"

"It seems that the rumors were true - she no longer serves in the Horde military. And she somehow makes enough gold off of her alchemy that it's a non issue."

"Probably because she used to be lead alchemic researcher for Silvermoon. What else?"

"There's nothing particularly suspicious about her goings out. She remains mostly at home, occasionally visiting Zyandrel, a dress maker with a shop at the Bazaar. I'm not particularly concerned about this, as word is that they are old friends. More alarming is her visits to Murder Row. Her support is growing. However, she appears to be a creature of habit. She returns from the row alone, at night. Not late enough for us to hit her in the market. We'd have to jump out of the tavern and corner her in the hallway."

"Belore, brother... that's a risky plan, but you have a better handle on her daily routine than either of us. It's settled then. Tomorrow night, I will wait in the hallway to block her escape, and you two will attack from behind."

"But-"

"I know. There's no way for all of us to survive this assault. I've always known a warlock would kill me, Calael. I just never knew when."

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Nessa stood in the basement, wearing the dress Zyandrel had made for her, surveying the preparations Karasae had made. A large casting circle had been drawn on the floor, with an inner circle that was large enough for the two of them to sit in. The outer circle was lined with unlit candles. Flower petals were scattered around the ring between the outer circle the inner circle. Karasae slowly stepped down the stairs, drawing Nessa's gaze. The demon was also wearing her dress, the cloth complimenting her wings beautifully. In one hand, she had an old leather bound tome from which she continued to read. Carefully closing the book as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she looked up at Nessa and blushed.

"Do I... look okay?"

Nessa walked over to the demon with a sly smile. Her hands slowly wrapped around the demon's waist, her fingers gliding over Karasae's hips as they did. She kissed the demon gently on the lips and looked into her eyes.

"You look gorgeous. I'm so proud of you."

"L-Last chance, Nessa. There's no going back if we do this."

"I'm ready, lover. Are you ready?"

The demon nodded and took Nessa's hand, leading her over to the inner casting circle. They knelt facing each other and Karasae placed the book open between them so that she could continue to read from it. They laced their hands together, and once again, Nessa saw Karasae as a frightened little girl. She trembled, and looked doe-eyed up at the taller woman.

"You make me so happy, Karasae. You saved me at my lowest, brought me into the darkness, and made me a proper warlock. Wherever this dark road takes us, everything will be okay, as long as I have you. No one will keep us apart. I will pave our path with the bones of any who dares to interfere. I love you more than anything."

"Nessa... nobody understands me like you do. My own kind are nothing like me, and Azeroth's denizens just see a demon like any other demon. I love you too... and, I'm ready now."

Reassured by the warlock's words, Karasae looked down into the book and began reading the complex runes. The casting circles around them lit up and glowed bright fel green as the demon read aloud. At first, Nessa didn't notice anything different. After a few seconds, it became a great strain on her soul. She gripped the demon's hands tightly, grunting and wincing from the effort it took just to stay conscious. Her heart was palpitating, as if unaccustomed to what it was attempting to pump. Her lungs struggled to breathe. The ritual was threatening to rip her apart. The petals around them swirled in a violent whirlwind as the energy from the ritual shook the very walls around them.

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"What the hell is that?"

"Very dark magic... and I think we all know where it's coming from."

"Belore, we might have waited too long..."

"Maybe not. I last saw her leaving Zyandrel's shop. Perhaps the tailor knows something."

The three fully armored paladins charged across the market area and burst into the tailor's shop. Operating behind helmets that hid their faces, they attempted to look as imposing as possible. Their metal armor clattered as they stomped across the stone floor. The tailor simply smirked as they entered, not bothering to face them.

"I don't repair plate."

"Don't toy with us, Zyandrel. What is Felwhisper doing?"

"Well, I can tell you what I did for her. I made a couple of dresses."

She boosted herself up onto the table, sitting and turning to face them.

"I don't give a shit about dresses!"

"Oooh, aren't we hostile. Perhaps you should - that armor is so passe."

"Enough!" One of the paladins stepped forward and grabbed the woman by the front of her robes, lifting her off the table. "Tell us what you know!"

"Mad that you didn't get an invite? You're too late to stop her anyway. I certainly didn't expect that explosion of energy to be associated with it, but I believe they're getting married."

The paladin suddenly let her go and turned around, defeated. "Thank you for your time." he said weakly, walking away.

"Why so glum, brother? It's a wedding!" Zyandrel laughed loudly as the other paladins left with him.

"Those whores defiled Silvermoon with some perverted demon ritual and dared call it marriage?" Calael seethed.

"Yes, and under the umbrella of amnesty no less," Lafaer replied, still clearly distraught, "This is no normal wedding, brother. There is little about it in our history books, but I remember hearing of this sort of thing before. It just hasn't ever happened in a city until now."

"What are you implying?"

"I don't know, exactly. Keep watching her, but I fear we missed our chance to make this clean. Zaruel, I need you to bring the other paladins on the same page."

"What?" Zaruel demanded, "You can't be-"

"I am. We must prepare for war."

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Nessa sat panting, her dark hair hanging in her face. The ritual was over, and she was struggling to catch her breath. It felt like her ribs were cracked, and every other breath she let out a small whimper. Her head throbbed in the aftermath, her ears ringing from the sudden silence. She closed her eyes and tried to focus. That's when it hit her. An abrupt calm came to her - not as if washing over, but as if a switch was flipped somewhere inside her. The pain vanished, the ringing in her ears was gone. She opened her eyes and smiled, her breathing returning to normal.

"We're one, aren't we?"

"We are. Just one more thing now. You'll like this part."

Karasae began to climb on top of Nessa, gently pushing her backward to the floor. Nessa gently ran her fingers up the demon's side, making her gasp at the unfamiliar sensation of the silky dress.

"This is an essential part of the ritual, hmm?" Nessa smirked.

"Oh yes." Karasae's fingers snaked up Nessa's dress, moving along her thigh until she came to the waistband of the warlock's panties. She hooked one finger under it and raised her eyebrows. "And what are these supposed to be?"

"Leave it to a demon to expect nothing under a dress."

Karasae leaned in and kissed Nessa deeply, her finger sliding back and forth under the band. Nessa squirmed and whined into her lover's mouth, her own hands making their way up the smooth fabric to the demon's breasts. The succubus gasped as Nessa's fingers glided smoothly over her nipples through the silk. Taking advantage of her partner's more vulnerable body, Nessa let the fingers of one hand slowly make their way down the demon's dress, then up her bare thigh. Karasae squirmed and writhed as her summoner's fingertips made contact with her bare pussy.

The demon's wings came down, curling around the couple. Karasae pressed her body on top of Nessa's and began to pull the warlock's panties out of the way. Nessa maneuvered her legs to help remove the undergarment, revealing her glistening wetness. She suddenly became aware that the candles were lit now, but scarcely had a moment to think about it before the demon was upon her again. The sudden sensation of a fluttering tongue on her clit made her arch her back and scream, both hands darting to the back of Karasae's head. Her minion's skillful tongue on her most sensitive area quickly found her becoming more excited. The build up of anticipation to her climax made her hips buck, and soon, she was over the edge. There was no teasing or domination this time - there was only the well dressed couple playing in a circle of candles and flower petals.

Nessa grabbed her lover's horns, pulling the demon's head into her as she writhed and rolled her hips. Moans and screams filled the room and echoed off the walls while she came again, her body quivering. Karasae raised her head and crawled up on top of Nessa, kissing the woman deeply. The warlock could taste herself on the demon's lips. As she inhaled deeply, she savored the faintest hint of flowers, but not quite consistent with the petals in the room. She pulled away for a moment, looking into her lover's eyes.

"You wore perfume?"

"I didn't want to wear too much... but it seemed appropriate."

"You can wear more around me. My nose isn't as sensitive as yours." They kissed again, and Nessa leaned over to whisper in the demon's ear, "Let me make you feel good too."

Karasae pushed her self up off of Nessa and turned around, kneeling over the woman's face. She lowered herself, her wetness easily within Nessa's reach, as her head went back between the woman's legs. The blood elf moaned softly into her lover's pussy, slowly licking up and down the slit at first. The sensations the succubus was inflicting on her soon overwhelmed her, and she began focusing on the demon's clit. Karasae's breathing quickened, her hips twitching and bucking against her will. The lovers inadvertently caused each other to lick faster as their arousal built, until they came to a crashing climax, their muffled screams a testament to the intensity. Karasae's pussy gushed as she came, spilling her juices onto her lover's face. She came harder than either of them had expected, laying her face on the cold stone floor when she finally came down. Twitching with after shocks, she managed to speak between breaths.

"You don't... think you're getting away... that easily, do you?"

"Wouldn't dream of it." Nessa grabbed the demon's hips firmly. "You're not going anywhere until one of us passes out."
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