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Within the Bowels of the Lilith [PlatemailBikini x Tinythings]

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The silent moans, that had once been such torture for the sensitive ears of the Night Elven Pleasure Slave, had become solace in her solitude. She knew that it was wicked, being thankful for the eternal torment of the souls connected with the horrid ship she found herself on, but she could no longer help it. In fact, parts of her envied them. That endless, empty search of those confused, and lost souls, begging for solace and guidance? She would rather be lost, and forgotten by most, then constantly covered in the scent of her Mistress, leashed to the fluff of a Throne of torment, subject to whims of a cruel Demon. She would rather an eternity of torture, then the fear of degradation, every time the doors to the Throne room opened.
At least, so was the opinion of the lone, former Priestess of Elune, Talindra Breeze, as she sat with empty eyes, staring at the ground between the Throne's surrounding pillows.

The torment of servitude and the pleasures of the flesh, were not the worst of Talindra's griefs, however. It was the searing memory, of the things that she had lost, that haunted her mind. The life of an established Priestess, serving a growing, healthy community. Her Husband, that she still did not know if was alive. The will, to praise the name of her Goddess... Simple fraces, like: 'Elune, light my path' had become so foreign to her now. It had been forced so heavily upon her, that such fraces brought great torment with it, that it was the only thing, she yet feared to do. She no longer.. Dared.. Speaking her former Goddess' name.. She still remembered the days, were she would praise her name, several times a day, and never go a moment without pain.. She learned, and was reduced to praising her Goddess, with just the title. It had still been punished, by her cruel Mistress. Now? Talindra never mentioned her beliefs anymore. She had been broken, on that account. The knowledge of that first break, seared into the flesh upon her abdomen, above her new Mistress' favorite place of torment...

But mending the broken pieces in her mind, was her persisting stubbornness in other areas. She could not bear the heavy torment and pain, her Goddess' name and title carried with it, but she could bear the rest! And, so she would. She would take the occasional slap, when she refused her Mistress.. The punch, when she would sneer at the Demon's guests, or the Mistress herself, when getting close. The usual kick, when speaking out of terms. She took her punishments, in moderation.. Daily, when she was visited that often, making sure to let her Mistress know, that she would -never- be broken entirely... Amisaith would never have her quivering in fear, and blind obediance, as some of her other slaves... Never would she see Talindra Breeze, grovel in complete submission. She would crawl.. She would obey.. But she would never lower her pierced, sensitive ears to the ground, entirely.. There would always be, even if the slightest perk to them. A sign, that she would never be the perfect tool, for this woman.

Of course, parts of Talindra realized, her torment only got worse, for doing this.. She was fairly sure, a part of Amisaith's cruel mind, enjoyed punishing and disciplining her slaves... But she also knew, the horrible woman would find even the slightest, dumbest reasons to punish her Slaves. She had seen the Demonness punish other Slaves for slighter transgressions, that Talindra was quite rarely be punished for. Talindra knew, that the torment wouldn't stop, even if she gave in. Even if she broke entirely to the woman's whims, she would still find reasons to punish her. She lived a doomed existence, with only the slightest hope that the growing Demon awareness on Azeroth, would eventually bring... Someone, to take down her Mistress' ship, although she knew not to hope in vain..

The only real crotch Talindra still held, was the fact that Amisaith had not yet found her daughter. The one thing, still in her prayers, being the free spirit of her little Maeline.. Even though her daughter had cursed her name before, and she'd been anything but a fantastik Mother, she still saw her daughter as her crowning achievement. She'd become everything that made the Night Elves special in Talindra's eyes.. The freedom, and willingness to appreciate and guard, anything that would give back the same, was admirable.. She cursed the fact, that her Mistress had received the information about her little Moonbeam, from tortured victims from her former community. Talindra might not be cruel, but the person who'd given in to the torment, and disclosed that information... She had cursed that soul, ever since it happened. That might not be fair, but she hated this person, even though she didn't even know it's gender. With all of her being, she wished that person had never been born, or was abandoned at birth... All of Azeroth's curses, had been said upon this name, that she did not even know. Probably best that way. All she knew, was that she had not given away this information herself, and that Amisaith knew. It had become the Demons favorite thing to remind Talindra about. That she was still searching. Talindra found solace in the fact, that the Demon would never find her, however.. Not even Talindra knew where she could be found. All she knew, was that she was far away..

Talindra would cry upon her own mistakes, one day, however. She would learn, that even though her daughter had cursed her name, and said she would move far away, she had never gone far.. Eluding the Lilith's scans for so long, because they also thought she would be far gone.. But, no.. In the neighboring continent of Ashenvale, Maeline happily lived her life in solitude, unbeknownst to her parents. But, not for much longer.


Talindra lay sprawled out on the pillows next to her Mistress' Throne, as she so often did these days. Within the first few weeks of her enslavement, she had foolishly refused herself any comforts, at the expense of her new Mistress. Even the comfort of sleeping, lying down, had been refused her own self, as her body was broken further, and further by her tormentor.
No more.. She would seek any comfort she could, even the moaning, groaning voices of the Lilith, speaking to her through the cold surface bellow the warm pillows. Talindra would sleep with her hand on this surface, constantly reminding herself of the cold world she lived in, as well as desperate attempts to soothe the one thing that was still a constant in her life, that didn't remind her of her servitude. Her tattered white Priestess' robes, were no solace. The only reason the clothes had not been entirely disposed of, was probably the fact that it reminded Talindra of what she was gradually loosing more, and more of, each day. Her Mistress so loved to torture, the purple skinned Priestess, in any way, shape or form she found possible..
Sleeping with the cold, permanently liquid substances of her Mistress' ejaculations, had become a necessity. Another thing, she had formerly refused herself. But now, Talindra simply moved, when a new place upon the pillows, had been stained by the liquids flowing from her body, watching as the filthy pillows were replaced, making sure the 'pillow fort' did not become a complete, crusty mess. Just now, she had felt her insides completely cleansed by her Mistress' presence.. These, were the good moments.. With no reminders, of her fate.. She could sleep soundly, for a while..
 
There comes a loud groan from the heavy metal doors as they slowly swing open, letting in a sheen of sickly green light, the darkness of the room soon filling with more of the same foul radiance as fel fire lit up in the braziers along the walls. Following the sounds of flames rushing to life is the sounds of heavy hoof-falls on the floor as the mistress of this ship arrived. More loud clangs cut through the room, piercing Talindra's ears like arrows as the massive sayaadi discarded her armour as she went, dumping them onto the floor without care. As the last piece left her form, she sighed, a half moaning sound as she ran her hands over her body, caressing her blood red skin. Both hands started at her toned belly, one traveling up, cresting the hills of her heaving breasts, stopping to grope herself before she moved on. It continued up her neck, her fingertips ghosting over her plump, full lips; further up, grazing her silken black hair before finally coming to rest around one of her jagged, gold-trimmed horns.

The other traveled down, gently stroking her meaty thigh, circling around to massage one of her plush buttocks before finally coming to rest at the base of her immense, stiffening cock. Just the sight of her most amusing challenge, and the thought of the ace in the hole that would finally break her was already causing her dick to rise. It was a terrifying thing, the length of an elf's forearm, and twice as thick around, naturally ribbed and ridged. This cock alone had laid low entire worlds, untold hordes of women, and even gods.

As she crossed the room, her gait was that of a true temptress, her wide hips swaying to and fro, every step causing her massive tits and round ass to jiggle slightly, her massive bitch-breaker swaying back and forth, growing harder by the moment. She sauntered past her prone plaything, idly eyeing her sunken frame as she passed by. With an unnatural grace, she ascended the throne and planted her sinful rear on the soft seat. She spread her legs, proudly displaying her demonic cock as she tugged on her pet's leash with uncharacteristic gentleness.

"Oh slave?" He sing-song voice was like honey, yet it filled every sound she made with promises of dark things. "I have some very good news for us both." A slightly more insistent tug now. "But first you need to tend to me." It had easily been an hour since she last had a tight hole clamped over her fuckpole, and she was growing impatient. "I want your throat around the base of my shaft now. And if I catch you slacking off and trying to 'breathe'", Talindra could hear the air quotes around the word, "one more time, I'll give you to the imp pit for the day."
 
Talindra's eyes twitched, with the introduction of a new, familiar noise, being torn out of her slumber by the agonizing push of those infernal doors. The noise would not've been this jarring, was it not for the knowledge of what it brought with it. The Night Elf's senses had so few other distractions, that these doors and the warmth that would soon spread, was plenty to rouse to sleeping slave. Her form did not move, however, even when the heat of the living lights of the ship was lit, reminding her just how drained she constantly felt. The lack of pure light, had been torture for the mature Elf ever since she'd been brought to the ship, slowly but surely draining her of her powers, until she felt like the empty husk, she did now. That tainted green light, only intensified the feeling, making her skin taught and twitch, as she grabbed at one of the pillows in front of her.

Remaining on her side, she did not move, even as she heard the heavy hoof-step of the approaching Demon. She did not need to look, to know how this creature behaved. That sinfully seductive air, that always followed this foul creature, was an affront to everything Talindra had once stood for. Complete disregard of her values, and the Demon knew it. However, the Demon was in no position to force the Night Elf's eyes yet, so she remained where she was, still as the dead, only her ears twitching slightly with each of the woman's step. Yet, even with these twitches, they never lowered more then their natural arch. She had yet to show complete submission, the only thing she yet prided herself with. Her only clutch. This Demon would never have the pleasure, of breaking her entirely. That had been the last vow she had made, to the Goddess she was now so disconnected from.

Talindra's body shivered, with the first tug of her leash, causing the tight collar to strain against her skin. She still did not move, or make any sound. She wanted to pretend, to still be asleep, even though she knew the Demon would not be fooled. Even if it was, it would not care. Talindra knew the punishment her actions might ensue, but she didn't care.
That seductive promise of the lewdest requests within Amisaith's voice, sent another tick through Talindra's body, as she hugged pillows closer to her body again. A low scoff escaped her lips at the idea of these news, quickly interrupted by a choked gasp, with the insisting tug at the leash. Talindra gulped, as she slowly roused from her position, dim white eyes glaring up at the Demon, her messy turquoise hair folding in locks down over her face. As expected, her tormentor's request was quite lewd in nature, causing the Night Elf's guts to churn with displeasure. She lowered her eyes, and crawled the distance between the two, only raising her eyes when she moved between the Demon's legs.
Talindra was almost systematic in her disobedience, however. The Imp pit, was a consequences she would not suffer again, and she knew Amisaith did not throw idle threats... So, she would obey, but she would not faign happiness about it.

Talindra moved up on her knees, stretching her body in front of the Demon, her white eyes returning to that of the creature's, narrowed in a sharp gaze. She had not been warned the same consequence, for other disobediences, and her heart was burning with the usual anger, overshadowing common sense.
"The odds of news, being pleasing to the both of us, is astronomical.. Amisaith..." Talindra's voice, raspy at this point, though still stately and stubborn, lashed back at her Mistress.. She was not a complete fool, however, knowing this action would probably lead to punishment, quickly wrapping her lips around the tip of the other woman's massive shaft, breaking past the first ripple. This way, any forceful punishment, would be applied upon the woman's own body as well, not to mention the chance the pleasure would lesson the sentence...
The pleasure... The fact that she was, almost daily, forced to apply pleasure to her tormentor, was her biggest chain. But, not the hardest to live with.. The hardest to live with, was the fact that the taste, grew less vile each time the shaft was forced into her mouth. Something she had refused herself to admit, never obviously showing this change. It was the mere thought of the action, that disgusted her, and made her nose coil in disgust once again. Even so, the fact that she did not gag with first impact of the cock against her lips anymore, was a slight sign of change.
Talindra would slowly proceed to do as she'd been bit, but nothing more, as she raised herself just enough, to be able to take more ripples of the woman's shaft past her lips, to the point of the tip touching at her throat. No further. She was not going to give Amisaith that satisfaction. Not to mention the fact she did not have the required expertise to even take it further, yet, or that the collar made this all a lot more difficult as well. The Demon would still have to work for it, if she wanted more. Probably something she already knew... This was probably just another easy way to have a reason to punish her.
 
As much as Amisaith's pride bristled at Talindra's refusal to properly break, at least her constant simmering of defiance was amusing. Not to forget delicious; watching those proud, hard eyes glare at her, even as her lips stretched around her cock? Oh the irony was sweet. She settled in, resting her arm against the armrest and leaning her head against her hand, watching as the matron struggled to take her. Inch by inch she felt the warm wetness of elf mouth descend along her now fully erect dick, her teeth -even those cute little fangs of hers- scraped harmlessly off of the thick skin, only adding a slight tinge of sharpness which contrasted nicely with the soft and slick tongue. Every time the slave took her orally, she marveled at the fact that her jaw hadn't popped yet; it added a sense of excitement to it: would it be this time?

When she felt the tip of her cock pushing against the back of her throat, she grinned, delighting in the slight gagging noises that escaped her fucktoy. Then, when nothing more happened, she sighed, making an effort to sound extra disappointed.

"Really now Talindra? Is this all the vaunted kaldorei can muster? Your race claimed to rule all of Azeroth and sought to equal Sargeras himself, yet you fail to even throat me? You're lucky I'm in such a good mood today, entire worlds have been ended for less." She placed her free hand on the back of Talindra's head, easily fitting it in the palm of her hand. Her smooth fingers deftly stroked her cum-stained hair before gripping the long locks firmly. "I know how much you despise the imps, so I will be generous enough to help you." She started to push, forcing the slave's head down on her cock. At first she met resistance, the tip merely pressing down on the fleshy wall blocking it's path. "Even if you don't really deserve it..." Soon enough, with some shifting from Talindra, her head began to push down into her gullet, slowly descending into previously unplundered depths. Another ridge pressed past Talindra's stretched lips, and the smile returned to Amisaith's face. "See, isn't that better? Just be careful and close those airways now, or I'll end up fucking your lungs."
 
The Demon's casualness about the Elf's action, was another spear to her pride. The woman expected no aggressive defiance, knowing she'd already punched the consequences of that into the Elf. There were worse things then a pit of sex-craved Imps, and Talindra had seen it when she first tried to cause her Mistress pain. The memory of the humiliation and torment was enough to make her ears twitch downwards, slightly, but they raised right back up, keeping their proud, defiant perk.
The ache in her jaw, was definitely undeniable. Her lips and jawbones were not made to stretch this far, and the fear of dislocation, or worse, was there every time she was expected to do this action. Nothing compared to the humiliation, though. The entire act, of pleasing this wretched Demon, was an affront to everything the Kaldorei stood for, and the foul creature knew it.. Reveled in it...

Talindra hated the Demon, and that hatred shone in her eyes. She knew that it was a useless hatred, the Demon only enjoying the torment even more, the more the white-eyed beauty glared her down. That was a pleasure, however, that the woman could not deny the Demon.. She would never be able to quell that hatred. Stem the tide of hateful thoughts.. Never had she burned with such discontent for another being. The fact, that all of this hatred, went against her teaching as well, only helped to torment her. She was not taught to hate. She was taught to love all beings. Come to the aid of those who needed it. But now, here on the Lilith, she had been taught hatred, and the burning pain it placed in your heart.. Another thing, Amisaith had introduced her to, that made her feel lesser then she used to be.

Talindra's eyes flared with wanting defiance, when the Demon started speaking again, narrowing tightly as her brows twitched. Her lips had moved on the massive shaft, but towards leaving the thing, when her prideful race had been degraded by those words, wanting to bite back with word of her own. That action, however, was quickly stopped by the Demon's hand, causing her lips to vibrate with an irritated moaning around the rippled shaft, probably only helping to enhance the woman's pleasure. The Elf huffed slightly as the Demon continued speaking, eyes then widening a little, as the hand started pushing down on her head. Her body shifted slightly, placing her delicate hands on the woman's thighs, as her mind wanting desperately to start protesting. Her eyes grew slightly wider, as another ripple passed her lips, the tip of the Demon's foul shaft striking again at the back of her throat. Talindra dug her nails into the Demon's thighs, knowing well it probably wouldn't 'hurt' the resilient Demon, but she needed outlet. The pain in her jaw was only growing, the more the woman pushed down on her head.

Talindra took a desperate last breath, before the massive object inside her throat, pushed beyond the point of breathing, blocking her airways. A desperate, pleding moan escaped her, as the massive head caused a light, visible bulge upon her neck, as it pushed even further. Talindra first tried to fight against the demanding hand, but quickly found that a futile attempt, instead having to shift her body, allowing the cock to continue. A loud gag escaped the Night Elf's proud throat, as her eyes shimmered with discomfort, now glinting with moisture. A tear started rolling down the Night Elf's cheek, as she gave a muffled whimpered plea, having to shift once again, to allow the cock it's final descent, completely forcing her lips open. The pain in her jaw was unprecedented at this point, the bone threatening wildly to snap and dislocate. Worst thing, she knew the Demon wouldn't care.. If this happened, her fun would just be easier...

Talindra found herself praying, when her lips finally reached the Demon's desired length, that her jaw would hold, her eyes no longer glaring, but pleading for release from the Demon's grip. She was not pleading something not present, but the very tormentor in front of her. This was not the first time she did so, she had pleaded the Demon before, but even with her pleas, her ears were still perking, and twitching in defiance, as if her ears wanted to threaten the Demon into submission. A unlikely scenario, as the Elf started writhing on the Demon's cock, the very aching jawbones making their presence known on the thickened, hard surface of the muscle down her throat. The Demon probably knew, that she did not have to put much effort in now, to dislocate that jaw. A twist of the Elf's head, would be more then enough. Talindra would live, but not without quite a bit of pain, and her throat would no longer have any 'defense' from whatever cruel desires the Demon had.
Talindra feared this, and therefore gave no defiance anymore. Her arms twitched, as her pleading eyes stared at the Demon, wanting desperately to pull back, enough to breathe again. Her lack of breath was taxing at this point, showing in her teary eyes as she gagged to her Mistress' pleasure once again, gullet massaging the thick shaft inside of her. She would need breath soon, but she would make no attempts to retreat from the cock. If her Mistress would allow it, she would start to bob on the thick head. She knew, the alternative would be her Mistress dislocating her jaw, and taking full control. She denied every part of her, that wanted to remain defiant then, wanting to avoid that pain...
Except, for her ears... Even if the foul creature demanded the full submission of the Kaldorei, to keep her jaw intact, the Elf would -never- submit that low. Come any pain...
 
Amisaith chuckled darkly at the elf's scornful glare, noting the gagging noises and the slight panicked squirming that resulted from having her airflow cut off. She considered going easy on the thing, giving her some room to breathe; but although she may have been in a good mood today, that felt too generous. Instead she raised a leg, wrapping it around the elf's head, trapping her in place and forcing her even deeper, pushing her cock almost all the way down to the hilt. Sadly, one ridge remained, too thick for the useless little whore to properly swallow. Feeling the spasms of asphyxiation set in, squeezing wonderfully on her fuckpole, Amisaith decided she would give her toy some respite, and withdraw. Although choking her out and perhaps using her unconscious body to get off -leaving her to wake up bruised and filled up- sounded like fun, she didn't want her to miss out on the good news.

However, she was seriously disappointing with the slut's performance. So far, after all this time, she had yet to successfully take her to the base, in any of her holes. Her training clearly wasn't enough, and more drastic measures seemed necessary. Or perhaps some reminding of the cost of failure. As she mused on this, she watched as the white, glowing eyes of the elf shifted, first from furious defiance, to pitiful begging, then finally, slowly transitioning to the pained, glazed over, rolled-back look of a dying whore.

Perhaps, she thought, her dilemma was simpler than it seemed. After all, a carrot and a stick need not be separate...

She loosened her death grip on the elf-slut's head, giving her back some modicum of freedom. As she watched desperate hope flash across her fucked-out face, she set out to crush her hopes. Placing one hand on Talindra's scalp, and another on her chin, she held her in place, giving her a smug look that signaled something horrible was soon upon her. With a grunt of exertion, she slammed the elf's face into her crotch, at the same time as she thrust into the throat-cunt, forcing that last ridge past her plush lips and pushing into her esophagus. A sickening crack filled the air, cutting through the otherwise silent throne room as Talindra's jaw popped loose.

Amisaith held her there a breath or two, reveling in the feeling of her entire cock being enveloped in the defiant little skank's moist throat as well as the delectable knowledge of utterly ruining her to this level, her body utterly broken under her might. The, just as she felt Talindra was on the brink, she pulled out. A wet, drawn out squelch followed, as over two feet of demon-dick emerged from Talindra's broken face. She settled back in her throne, watching with an amused expression as the former priestess flopped to the ground, fighting for breath, content merely to watch her recover and eager to see her reaction to her popped jaw.
 
Another gag, as Talindra's eyes started drifting towards begging, feeling the gag reflex tested to the brim.. She would not expel her stomach contents, due to the intrutions immense depth, but the distinct displeasure of it's blockage was more then enough. Talindra didn't know what she'd hoped for with her begging, the leg soon shattering it, her hands placed desperately on the woman's thighs, pushing back against the forcing grips of both leg and hand. There was no getting away. The drained Elf, even at peak performance, stood no chance in a test of muscle against her foul Mistress. She knew this, but her body was acting on it's own, desperately trying to push herself away.

Her begging eyes started being accompanied by muffled gags and coughs, as saliva and spittle escaped around the thick rod, jammed so tightly down her throat. She could feel, that even if she had a throat build to breathe around such force, the collar around her neck would've been choking her as well. The few tears from her eyes, had accumulated into a stream. Such a pathetic, but instinctual display, forced upon her by the intense discomfort, and the tinging increase of fear. Some might think a proud woman like her, might be wishing for death at this point, but she would not allow this Demon the pleasure. She still had hopes of freedom.. It was still out there.. Azeroth was not blind to the Demon threat anymore, she was certain an end to a creature like Amisaith, would eventually come.. That day, she would be free.

With the leg removed, muffled moans of pleas escaped the clammed throat again, making more a mess of her face, as it covered her cheeks, chin and neck at this point. But as she tried to push away, she instead felt the foul woman's other hand come to her face as well. The white eyes looked up in fear, as realization came to her mind, and her hands started frantically reaching for the Demon's hands. Her teeth tried to defend her as well, for all good that did, the hard cock of this foul creature, harder then what she could ever cause pain, no less damage to. She was helpless in the moment, and the fact that her thrashing, panicked body did nothing to stop the sudden thrust, was evidence of that.

The sickening crack form her jaw was ten times worse for the woman herself. A muffled, gagged scream escaped around the blockage in her throat, as her eyes pinched tightly, ears twitching downwards. Her entire body twitched wildly for a while, as she was kept in place, her esophagus tightening so desperately, trying to dispel the intrusion. She could feel her body draining even further, physically feeling the lack of air in her lounges, and how they desperately tried to drag more in, causing it to swallow little bits of saliva in it's rage for survival. It was fear painted in the woman's eyes, as her ears started raising once again. She was feeling death's door opening before her, and even within this, the woman's defiance shone through in those dying eyes. As light started ebbing from her, she made a last ditch effort, pushing back against the woman's thighs, nails digging in as deep as they could. Was this what she meant? The 'good' news for them both? That it would finally be over?

No, that wasn't the case. Those cruel hands finally let go, letting the Elf desperately toss herself backwards, the stinging pain growing even worse, now that her jaw could move. Talindra cried out in pain as she crumbled back onto the ground, curling up on her side. Whimpering with the pain in muffled, uncharacteristically low tones, due to the lacking control in her jaw. Her elegant, desperate hands sought around on her jaw, carefully trying to find the break. Her chest rose with each heavy, desperate breath she took, and she coughed wildly, emptying her lounges of the saliva that slipped trough, making yet another mess of the pillow bellow her head.
Her fingers didn't find what they were looking for, a pained relief falling over her, as she whimpered again. Her ears tingled, raising back up again as she slowly regained control of her breathing. With both hands still on her jaw, her white eyes turned up towards Amisaith again, narrowed in a tight glare. There would be no doubt.. If Amisaith ever slipped up. If the woman on the ground, staring up in that moment, ever had the chance... She would not hesitate, breaking her vows, and killing the Demon on the spot.
Without taking the glare off of Amisaith, her hands cupped the jaw, showing her Elven resilience as she made a quick snap and another crack was heard from the jaw as she reduced it. Put it back in place. It had not been broken, as she'd feared. The pain was still there, causing her to whimper again with it, body twitching, eyes glaring.
"Y.. You're a Monster... Amisaith..." Talindra whispered, her voice rough and raspy, throat sore and dry. Most of her saliva still present on the Demon's stick, glinting with the fel green flames.. But still.. With that, she crawled back up on her knees, sitting before the Demon. She still knew her place, and it was not to deny the Demon anything. She sat up, straightening her back, ears lowering just to the point it usually did, and no further. She placed her left hand on her thigh, her right cradling her jaw gently, as she waited for the Demon's next demand. She'd pushed her luck. She'd spoken ill of Amisaith, and 'disapointed' her.. So, she was ready to do as was asked of her again, hoping that obedience so shortly after such painful punishment, would grant her some credit.. Enough, at least, to avoid the Imps for another while...
 
Amisaith smiled wickedly at the slut's reaction, her eyes glittering as her pet suffered, savoring the look of horror and despair on her face. Truly there was nothing better than the moment a slave realized that she had altered them, the dawning hopelessness and terror as they learned and accepted that their very bodies was hers to do with as she pleased. This particular one had remained almost unchanged, one of the very few of her collection to still cling to their old selves, even keeping her old name. She enjoyed the struggle, the constant fighting to cling to her identity. She had seen many a Narhuula the Paladin become Cumrag the Cocksucker, but it was a rare delicacy to turn a Talindra the Priestess into Talindra the Rapemeat. To so utterly erase an identity, twist it to her lusts, it was enough to make her shudder.

Her now glistening cock swayed triumphantly as she shifted her weight, leaning against her hand as she watched Talindra explore her jaw. She almost opened her mouth to taunt the little bitch, but she stopped herself when she saw the elf pop it back into place. Impressive. Not many of her slaves could endure such a thing willingly when she first found them, especially not priestesses. They were often helpless to take care of themselves here, where their precious Light could not find them; she had spent many an hour watching them sob and wail as they got used to their crippled forms. She would have to commend the slut for being such a resilient little cocksucker.

And then she had to go and open her pretty little mouth. It wasn't the words that incensed her, not even the flagrant disobedience: it was the blatant spitting in her face after coming so close to actually impressing her. The disappointment washed over her, weighing on her, causing her to lean forward, back arched to look down on the filthy little insect. Then she had the gall to behave, to act like she's some obedient servant immediately after such a betrayal! The rage simmering in Amisaith only served to hone her senses, make her aware of just how hard her cock still was, every beat of her black heart causing it to throb in an almost painful way.

"No no no no..." Amisaith almost whined. "You were doing so well." She rose from her throne, towering over the purple chunk of meat groveling at her hooves. "I was so close to rewarding you for your progress," she spoke earnestly, using every ounce of honesty in her to make her see hope in one day being properly rewarded for her obedience. "I was going to give you free reign in finishing me off for improving your skills, for rising to the challenge." She sighed, her shoulder slumping, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "But now you've gone and ruined it for yourself. So instead, I'll be giving you some extra lessons." With that she reached down grabbing the little slut by the hair and pulling her up, not caring if she found her footing or now. She held her at face level with the tip of her cock gently pressed against her plump lips. "Open up your facecunt, or I'll make a new hole to fuck."
 
Talindra saw her error in her ways, before the Demon probably wanted. To her, the foul creature did not shelter it's emotions as well as it might hope. She could feel the tension rising within her, within the very core of the ship itself. As if -it- itself was quivering at her wrath. Afraid of her. It wasn't alone in that sentiment, either. Part of Talindra, knew that she had been a fool. Had ruined a slight hope, of a day without harsh punishment. It was a ridiculous thing to wonder, considering her jaw had been dislocated, with the risk of breaking, but a moment ago, by the very woman she had now been hoping reprise from punishment from... As if that, wasn't punishment enough.

She had to remedy this, in some way. Had to get it back on track, if only the slightest. She knew, at this point, that only her suffering would suffice as reappear. She had been with Amisaith long enough, to know that. Her suffering, was often the only answer to her transgressions. As the Demon started speaking, her head lowered in submission, even while the ears still twitched at a slight perk, but even that was low in the moment. She submitted to the Demon's wrath, deeper then she mostly did. She was now afraid of her, that much was evident in the pale glow of those shimmering white eyes. Again, it was such a foreign, ridiculous way to look at things.. That her 'reward' for having been disfigured by force, would have been free reign to do something, she did not want to.. Her punishment, was even a slightest reward. She would almost rather have her hands off, when it came to pleasing her Mistress.

"I apologize.. Mistress.. I.. Was of the impression, my suffering pleased you.. That my disobedience amused you.." Talindra whispered, audibly loud enough to be heard, but humbly enough to let it be known, she wasn't exactly speaking in terms.. Speaking, when she was supposed to.. But, she believed groveling was, could be considered 'okay' out of term.
She did nothing to stop the tight hand in her hair, flinching slightly as she was raised up to an uncomfortable height, where she had to find footing with one foot, the other just about able to remain on it's knee. Her white eyes opened again, looking up to Amisaith as she voiced her command, head painfully nodding against the grip in her hair. "Yes, Mistress." She agreed to the order, but didn't open her mouth further then that, yet. She knew that her jaw was still fragile, and she knew what her Mistress wanted, then.. She had seemed impressed, that she could reduce a dislocated jaw back in place.. She would prove, she could do more then that.

Opening her mouth wide, her slender, elegant hands raised to do something so uncharacteristic of them. Elegant thin fingers, made for everything but destructive measures, reached between teeth, holding on to the lower jaw. With deft know-how, they took a hold of her jaw, tightening the grip as the white eyes kept their focus upwards. She would look into her 'Mistress' eyes, as she twisted her head one way, her fingers the other. It was with a painful whimper, followed by a cry, that she truly did as her Mistress commanded. Opened her mouth, to the full extent of it's potential. To allow the full penetration, of her massive cock. It was not done without pain, her sore jaw having put up more of a fight, then it probably should have. Tears welled up in her eyes again, as her fingers left her mouth, shaky, as they reached forwards for Amisaith's thighs. Her hands, did not push, however, just elegantly landed against the stark contrast in skin color, of the Demon's soft flesh.

It might've seemed, she took away Amisaith's pleasure in hurting her, but that was far from the truth. Her jaw was sore, and sensitive, beyond much at that point, as it dangled from it's dislocated joints. Every thrust inside Talindra's through, would feel like a punch to the jaw, and the risk of breaking it, was still there.. All Talindra had truly done, was made sure her Mistress didn't need to exert herself, to get to any depths she may desire.. Oh, she would still hurt her Slave.. Pain, would be plentiful, and Talindra would voice it with every thrust, but she would not fight the Demon, unless she pressed it as dangerously close to choking her out, as she had before. Even then, mostly to put up a show. A show, for her Mistress' amusement. She knew how her Mistress enjoyed her suffering so..
 
Amisaith's mouth quirked upwards, the shadow of a smile on her face was she listened to her slave's apology. Some measure of softness returned to her face; she wanted to encourage her little plaything to learn from her mistakes after all. She had just spoken out of turn, yes, but the sentiment was almost touching. It's the thought that counts after all.

As Talindra moved her hands to her mouth, sinking her slender digits past her plush lips, opening wide to display her fangs, the demoness watched with intrigue. Not just wondering what she was about to do -although she had a sneaking suspicion- she also delighted in simply watching her skilled hands in motion, staring with untempered lust at the former priestess' mouth. Her plump lips and smooth skin skill smeared with spilled drool and precum, glistening slightly in the light of the braziers; the subtle shift of her tongue, so slick and soft of her cock; the way the fingers came away with a sheen of saliva, heralding the wetness of her slave's fluid on her skin, and the slight marking it represented, that minute little statement of 'she belongs to me'. As much as she loved owning and ruling her slaves, nothing bought her more satisfaction than when they in turn acknowledged the almost sacred bond between them, when they would claim to heartbroken former lovers that this is my mistress now, and she owns me. It was an unwilling, unintentional thing to this particular slave of course, but she enjoyed the little preview of the future.

When Talindra unhinged her jaw again, Amisaith's suspicions confirmed, the shadow of a smile grew into the genuine article. What a touching act of supplication, and the waver in her eyes as it occurred hinting at the pain it put her through. It was nothing compared to what was to come, fading even to the pain she had already but the stubborn little whore through. It still pleased her, doubly so knowing it was self-inflicted for her benefit. She truly was learning.

Placing her free hand on the back of Talindra's skull, she let go of her hair, that hand shifting to take hold of her cock, barely able to wrap around it. With her grip now tightened on the slut, she lowered her down, allowing her to rest on her knees. This also gave her the angle to tilt her head up, looking into those shimmering eyes as she lowered the tip of her ridged dick down into the waiting throathole. She almost gently placed the turgid head down into her slut, making sure it lined up for a straight passage down into her gullet. Then she thrust, bringing the elf up to meet her. In a single stroke, she hilted, smashing the elf's face into her crotch, uncaring if that pretty little nose of hers made it unbroken. It was like heaven, the tight passage squeezing her, tongue packed flat against the floor of the mouth, fangs and teeth scraping against her tough skin, the immediate gags sending vibrations up her shaft. Few could take her cock orally like this without some serious stretching out beforehand, and it had been years since a facecunt so tight and pristine had stretched around her cock like this.

She couldn't avoid voicing her pleasure even if she wanted to, her face falling back as she let out a low, sensual moan. It truly had been too long. The collar around her slave's neck was near to breaking, she could tell, the thing stretched to the limit as the elf's neck bulged out, molding to the shape of the thick invader. She held her like that for a moment, basking in the delight of it all. When she had first found this one, she'd been a stuck-up prudish bitch, but it turns out she was a five-star cocksucker all along. Well, perhaps not a cocksucker. There wasn't much sucking going on, more gagging and choking. Perhaps 'cocksheath' was a more apt title. Ooh, she'd have to remember that one for later, a fitting slave name for the slut.

Slowly she began to retreat, pulling the elf off of the cock with both hands now. Another low moan left her lips, more of a purr. She felt the wet sheath drag over her limb, the collar providing a nice little choke-point for her ridges, requiring just a little more effort to clear. When she had only the very tip left in the elf's mouth, she stopped, letting her catch her breath, savoring the sensation brought on by her pet gasping and spluttering for air and the way her tongue pressed against her, attempting to force her out. But she would not leave entirely, plugging the whore's ruined mouth with her cock. She'd allowed her breathing room to keep her conscious, something she could do well enough with just her nose. Wanting to use Amisaith's sex toy to breathe too was just greedy...
 
Talindra could see both amusement and a diabolical kind of pleasure being taken, from her subordination. She hated playing into it, but she knew when she had to. While she still refused to always show this kind of defeat, she didn't want to push it. And, she was starting to learn, how far she could take it. In the future, she probably would not take it this far, though. Dislocating her own jaw... Showing Amisaith, that she could!? Might've been a mistake as well. Might become something she'd request in the future. Truly something, Talindra didn't want to do. Perhaps she could avoid that, by doing other things 'better' in this cruel woman's eyes? Submitting more? She felt like she was approaching a rabbit-hole, with no bottom. It pained her heart to realize this, but she knew that she was getting there. She couldn't keep pushing it, if it only lead to more pain.. Her pride ached with this, but she had to admit it. She was breaking. And as the sickly familiar pop came from her jaw, as it dislocated, it was painfully visualized.

Still whimpering silently in pain, another tear starting to drench from her eye, smearing further the mess her face already was, as Amisaith's hand shifted. She praised herself lucky, her make-up had long since been smeared from her face entirely, dried off in bits of her robes, already ripped away. The mess she'd been back then, made the current mess less severe. Her tears, at least not black anymore.
While teary, her eyes didn't leave Amisaith's, as she was lowered into position bellow her, her slack jaw dangling slightly from her face, causing one eye and ear to flinch. Her breathing got a little irregular, as fear started building up in her heart again, looking up with pathetically pleading eyes. Eyes, that hoped for mercy. Eyes, that hoped for things, she knew she'd probably never get. While she had an idea, that Amisaith didn't want to kill her... She wasn't sure anymore. While she was sure Amisaith enjoyed her torment, she wasn't sure the cruel Demon wouldn't one day overdo it. Make the mistake, of pushing too hard. Kill her, unintentionally. Talindra still didn't want to die. She was not that broken. She still had hope, of one day being free of this torment.

There was no real choice against the approaching tip, slipping easily past her moist lips. By mistake, Talindra tried to close her lips around it, actually wanting to please her, but doing so reminded her, with painful whiplash, that her jaw was dislocated, and she cried out in pain again. That pain, however, was soon to be multiplied, when the woman thrust downwards. Talindra's eyes went wide, feeling her throat widen in a bulge to give way to the invading force, choking her even further against the collar around her throat. A gagged choke escaped her lips before the massive phallus reached it's peak, her nose crunched against the Demon's abdomen, causing Talindra's eyes to pinch shut, the force uncomfortable in itself. Her hands went flat on the Demon's thighs, her entire throat squeezing and convulsing around the massive invader, letting only gagged coughs pass through. Her eyes opened again, ears tilting downwards once more, earrings dangling in the sockets as he twitched. Her entire body joined in on the convulsing of her throat, as her eyes shimmered to the back of their sockets. She could feel the hard meat between her teeth, pulsing with the pleasure her throat was giving it, causing her to squirm slightly.

But even in all of that display, she wasn't trying to push away, with any effort. She was clearly combating her instincts, arms only gently nudging against the Demon's thighs, her slim body wanting to fight back, but her mind trying to submit. Pressing her legs together, they moved and squirmed bellow her, hanging entirely from Amisaith's strength at some points, as she almost gyrated for the Demon's pleasure. Her head twitched a bit, when the color of her skin tone got a light, darker tinge, looking up with begging eyes, clearly unable to take much more before she'd choke.
Finally given relief, there was an almost regurgitating sound, as the massive length was pulled from the depths of her throat, but it didn't bring anything with it, but saliva, spurting out across the little Elf's face once again. With more of her esophagus free, Talindra gave a hacking, gagged cough, making more of a mess of herself. She closed her eye, a moment too late, whimpering again as some saliva got into her eye, causing irritation, ears tilting even further down. Muffled cries escaped around the massive invader, still within the confounds of her mouth, allowing only very little noise, even less breath. She had to breath through her nose, also quite a task as saliva had almost covered one nostril. Quickly, those elegant, delicate fingers, was reduced to cleaning muck, reaching up to remove the spittle, allowing her to breathe properly through her nose. She did no more. Only removing, what she needed to get air.

Air she needed, to be ready again. And, she soon was. Looking up, with only one eye now, the other still tingling with irritation due to the spittle that'd gotten into it, she gazed back up at Amisatih. With another breath, she shifted her feet, and nudged herself upwards, slightly. She didn't take away Amisaith's choice, however, only nudging up, to signal something. She was ready for more. She would be a good slave now.. For a while.
 
Amisaith nodded in acknowledgement at the elf's signal to continue, appreciating the co-operation. No matter how much she loved punishing disobedient little brats, she took an equal amount of joy in seeing a slave accept their role, giving in to their fate. She knew this was no end to the elf's struggle against her authority, they'd had to many little moments of understanding in the past for her to believe that this was a permanent change. Nevertheless, she did relish the opportunity to fuck the elf's throat with something approaching consent.

She thrust down once again, bringing her toy up to meet her, her gargantuan tool plunging back into the sopping hole. Then she pulled out, only a moment later. Then a thrust. Then retreat. Thrust. Retreat. Thrust. Retreat. Thrust, Relief.

Every so often she would give the elf some breathing room, just barely enough to keep her alive and awake. She would watch her face, a little messier each time she gave her a moments reprieve. Her face was painted in slobber and pre, becoming more and more whorish with each thrust. The slime had long since began overflowing, painting her now glistening chest and causing her tattered robes to stick to the delicious curvature of her chest. While she thrusted, she would peer over the slut's head, catching glimpses of her ass jiggling with each violent spearing. She had left the whore's already ruined nether holes unused for days, refusing to give her release, only using her throat, tits or ass cheeks to get off. When she wouldn't make her watch as she fucked other slaves, ones that had already broken and submitted, knowing that their fuck-addled cries for their mistress to violate them pained and aroused the elf. Either the deprivation would enhance the effect once Amisaith brought in her ace in the hole to finally break her, or the whore would break and either beg to be fucked, or give in and pleasure herself. Either option was a positive outcome.

Time passed. How much, Neither Amisaith or her pet could tell; minutes? Hours? The steady raping of her throat became all that was for Talindra as Amisaith displayed her superhuman stamina, stretching her slave's throat out again and again. They settled into almost a rhythm: a steady cycle of thrusts, pain for Talindra, pleasure for Amisaith. Then a moment to breathe before going back to the sanity-shattering rhythm.

Then, when next there was supposed to be a pause, Amisaith instead sped up, throwing what little caution she had used to the wind and hammering the elf's face for all she was worth, slamming her face up against her crotch. Her thrusts became less measured, the demoness fucking with wild abandon. Just as Talindra was on the brink, she felt the thick cock scraping her throat bulge, expanding suddenly, bringing with it fear that her neck wold tear open from the sheer size of it. Then she felt the hot cum shoot directly into her stomach, Amisaith holding the former priestess in place, pressed tight against her. The sayaadi cried out, throwing her head back as she pumped litres upon litres of sickening demon cum into her cocksock.

The sensation of being utterly filled with spunk, and the splitting pain groing from her face to her guts, was the last things Talindra felt before she passed out, choked out by her mistress' cock.

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When she awoke, she was still laying on the pillows, still sore, with her jaw unhinged, and still leaking cum out of her mouth like drool. Amisaith sat on her throne, not paying any attention to her as she watched something on a floating screen of fel magic hovering over her right armrest. She didn't even seem to notice -or care- that Talindra had awoken. Her cock was still shiny with spit, and covered in her own cum, her mammoth prick hanging limp between her thick thighs. Whatever was on the screen, it must have intrigued her enough to forego having her member cleaned. Or perhaps she was waiting on Talindra to do it.
 
As expected, she saw some joy from her 'Mistress' at the co-operation from her, but not to any meaningful extent. The cruel creature enjoyed punishing her slaves, just as much as she enjoyed seeing them submit. Talindra was sure of that. She only hoped, chipping at her pride was going to do something good for her. Going to.. At least lesson the torture. Of course, this time, she'd already brought herself out on a ledge, and kicked herself right off of that one, only now trying to diminish the pain of crashing by spreading out her arms and accepting her position. She wouldn't see the fruits of her submission today, because she'd already pushed it too far.

She'd accepted that, before Amisaith started again, and was trying to mentally prepare herself for her consequences. There was, however, no way to ever prepare yourself fully, for Amisaith's stamina. Was the woman not so cruel.. Not so ignorant towards her slaves pleasure, from what Talindra had seen at least. The Elf, in her younger years, might've picked Amisaith as a partner. She wasn't a stranger to pleasure, before she'd started dedicating herself as a Priestess, and the amount of pleasure Amisaith's sinful rod could provide, would've sated her plenty. But she didn't want it, from this Demon. And the creature had no intentions of actually pleasing the Elf. She'd become accostumed to that. Forced to watch, as she pleased other Slaves, leaving her in a corner, forced to watch those already given in, receive 'relief'. It didn't hurt Talindra, her pride still too strong to admit that. But.. She was feeling the burn. Lewdness and seduction did take it's toll, and had reminded her of old attractions. Being disconnected from everything you'd started dedicating yourself to, did bring back old habits. 'Wanting' things, was something she'd put behind her. But being exposed to something, without fully getting it, seduced most. Talindra, was not immune to that.

The immeasurable pain, wasn't long for Talindra, her jaw and throat eventually starting to feel numb, as her mind was addled by the constant thrusting, and crashing against Amisaith's abdomen. Every chance she got of relief, was accompanied by more shame, her chest and face being slowly covered in her own saliva, and Amisaith's pre.. She felt more of her pride and self-consciousness being chipped away, the more of a mess she became, her eyes barely open near the end of it. Even if they could open, without getting saliva or pre into them, they were hazy and unclear at best. Any attempts at struggle, had long since turned to weak twitches and strokes of her hands on Amisatih's thighs, her gags and coughs getting less and less violent, as her energy waned.

When Amisaith suddenly broke the rhythm, Talindra seemed like she was nudged out of a trance, her eyes finally shimmering open. The formula was being broken, and she was usually allowed breath at this point, but Amisaith was stealing that away from her. Gagging on the massive rod down her throat, suddenly aware of it's alternate twitching, reaching her arms up to push at Amisaith again. Instincts were kicking in, and while weak, she made a pathetic effort to save herself from choking. Gagged and muffled whimpers escaped her throat, as Amisaith ruthlessly picked up the pace even more, before finally blowing into full gear, and shoving herself at her deepest once more.
Her throat being extended in such fashion, made the Elf's eyes widen in shock, gagging more violently on the phallus, as hot substance was shot straight down her stomach. Her eyes shimmered, panic starting to settle in them, as she helplessly dangled from Amisaith's strength, life slowly draining from her. Her fingers tensed and twitched a few times against Amisaith's thighs, whimpering her begs, before the hand slowly started sliding down. Eyes rolling to the back of her head, her body slowly went limp in Amisaith's hands, stomach slightly extended with the massive amounts of cum she'd been filled with. finally, her eyes started shimmering shut, and her arms hang dangling by her side, as she was out like a light, choked out by her Mistress' efforts.

Being released her body gave another regurgitating gag, before slumping over on it's side on the pillows. Jaw still slacked, cum started trickling from her throat, a few aggressive coughs sending spurts out with it, whenever her airways was tested by the flow, but she remained out. She'd become a mess, well fitting the whore she'd been turned into, her upper body smeared in saliva, cum and sweat. It reached down her arms as well, after having dangled limply from her body, the excess of cum spilling out around her lips and face, slipping down her sides, as well as her front.
In her unconscious state, her ears had lowered to their lowest, having passed out with only the slightest hope of waking up again. And one, that she wouldn't... That it'd just end there.. That thought, had passed by as well.

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Of course, Amisaith still had no interest in killing off her toy, and Talindra roused back to consciousness a while later. She woke with a violent, painful cough, eyes pinching shut, and ears twitching into an arch signaling pain. The coughing was causing her slack jaw to jingle even more, and make the current, sore pain, turn into jerked kicks of pain instead. She whimpered silently with a cry, raising a hand to the jaw, cupping it as she continued silently crying, the pain being far from numbed at this point. She'd seen some pain in her life, but this was.. Probably among the worst. She wanted to spit some tastes out from her mouth, but that was impossible without her lower jaw, so she had to put it back in place again. An act, she truly wasn't sure she'd be able to.
But she would... She strained her body, crumbling up on the ground and making herself small, tensing every inch of her muscles. With a jerk upwards, and a yank down, she reduced her jaw, and nudged it pack in place, with a painful, silent scream. She cried out a while longer, curled up on the ground, as her fingers gently cleared smears away from her eyes, as well as her mouth, a rather useless effort when she thought about it.

Eventually, she weakly crawled up on her hands and legs, looking up to Amisaith. She noticed the mess still present on her member, her eyes weakly shimmering shut as she sighed, realizing what she'd probably be asked to do. But, she was in no real hurry, to be better then just 'obedient'. If asked to clean up the mess... She would. But not before that. Until then, she just sat herself down on her knees, trying to get a steady breathing, feeling like she'd had way too much liquid to drink, her stomach wobbly. Thinking about it, that wasn't that far off from the truth either...

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"Where'd that little shit go!? Did you see where she ran off to!?" One Goblin shouted to the other, running a few steps away from the heavy cart of foods they were dragging behind a yawning Kodo. The Goblins jabbered back and forth, while a long, slender body got comfortable among the trees crowns, smirking happily to herself. In her hands, she held the thick fruit the travelling Merchants were complaining about. Sitting against a tree's thick, barky stump, upon one of it's strong branches, her legs hung dangling on each side of it. With a few quick thuds against the branch, the fruit was forced open, some juices flowing from it. She had to give it to the Goblins.. They weren't just good fun under the sheets, a surprise bellow the belt and greedy as Barons, the knew good fruit..
Tilting the fruit over, she tried to avoid spilling too much of the juices, using one half of the fruit as a bowl to carry it's rich sugars to her lips. Not all made it into her mouth, some slipping past her lips, sloppily draining down her neck, and near naked body. Maeline usually wore very little, when she could get away with it. Strings with leaves to cover her privates and shapely bussom, was more then enough for her. Her long white hair did help a lot as well, being mostly the coverage she had across her breasts.

Finishing the first drink of juices, Maeline hummed silently to herself, as she started digging into the fruit for it's meats, getting as much of it's nutriaens as she could, looking over the forrest with a content smile and a dangling leg. The young Night Elf was happy, with her simple life. Eating, when she wanted to. Fighting, when she wanted to. Fucking, when she wanted to. There were no rules out here, and she liked it that way.

In her bliss, she missed a very small detail, altered in her surroundings. A tiny eye, floating somewhere above her among the branches. Gazing.. Glaring.. Seeing, for someone not present.
 
"Good morning sleepyhead." Amisaith's voice was sickly-sweet, toeing the line between cooing, love-struck newlywed and outright mockery; her fond gaze and smile to genuine to be entirely an act. The demoness was rarely out-rightly affectionate with her slaves. It had happened of course, there were a few that had genuinely elicited something approaching love from her. Her "wives" rather than her toys. Talindra weren't one of them, but the anticipation of what was to happen next was so sweet she just couldn't help but to be gentle. After all, with what was about to happen to the elf, she could use some softness to look back to...

She raised a hand, a small fel flame appearing in it, its light bright and intense. The ship itself groaned, the sound of settling metal echoing in the grand hall. Buried underneath was a low moan. She then turned her attention back to the screen, her eyes drinking in the view of her slave's daughter. She had only recently managed to find her, but she had sent an agent out to talk to some people in the area under the guise of being an old friend trying to reconnect. She had learned a little about her, her routines and hangouts, the company she kept and the things she got up to. So far, she seemed more Amisaith's speed than her mother. Her original plan had been to simply take her in and brutalize her in front of her mother, see if that would break the slut. Of course, simply having both mother and daughter under her thumb was one of life's simple pleasures, and that alone would have made the effort to acquire her worth it.

Then her agent had returned, with some fascinating tales. It seemed dear little Maeline was a bit of a wild child, and not just because of her druidism. Turns out mommy's little darling enjoys frequent enough one night stands and likes it rough. That, that she could use. If she didn't have to break Maeline, but could instead turn her, seduce her, then she would be an even more effective weapon against her mother. And that's just strategically. The thought of Maeline helping her to tame her own mother of her own free will almost brought a tear to her eye, and definitely brought a twitch to her cock.

That reminded her that her cock was still messy. Of course, she could have Talindra clean her off, like she had many times in the past, but she was going try be a bit gentle on her right now, wasn't she. That is why she had instead sent for one of her servants.

The door behind her throne opened up, a sayaadi entering. One of her demonic servants rather than a slave. This one was particularly skilled in the art of cleaning up and bathing, as signified by the tattoo above her chest that read "Mistress' #1 cock cleaner". She, like most of Amisaith's servants wore heavy tattoo work, bearing many crude comments or markings across her body. Without as much as a word, the succubus approached the throne, beaming like the sun. She sat down on her knees and began lapping up the cum and saliva that clung to her mistress' member. This particular servant, and many like her, was a common sight around the Lilith, and Talindra had seen this one at work multiple times. Although she did not know her name, if even Amisaith knew.

Without even acknowledging the sayaadi, Amisaith continued to watch the screen, waiting for her agent to arrive on the scene. She had this whole part planned out in her head. As soon as she got word her agent was in place, she'd show Talindra the image of her daughter, give her enough time to realize it was a live view. Then she would signal for the agent to move in and they would watch her capture together.

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Meanwhile, in the woods far below the Lilith's orbit, a bottom-heavy Sayaadi waited with barely contained excitement. She was invisible, watching Maeline eat from another branch in the next tree over. As soon as the goblins left and the kaldorei climbed down, she would strike. She had been entrusted with this mission, and the way her mistress had talked about it, she would not want to let her down. Not on this one. The goal was rather simple, approach the woman, and hit her with a sleep spell, the drag her back to the Lilith before she could wake up. She waited for the elf to be looking in the other direction, then snapped her fingers, sending a spark of magic to alert her mistress that she was in position.

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Amisiath cooed as she received the signal, and looked away from the screen to glance at Talindra, still completely ignoring the presence of the servant that was still dutifully -and enthusiastically- licking and lapping at the soft dick. She waited for Talindra to acknowledge her in return, before speaking.

"Finally, that good news we've been waiting for finally arrived." She waited for any remark from the ex-priestess, allowing her the luxury of speaking her mind. She had no doubt in her mind that the sight of the screen would cause her to do something far worse after all, and that too she would overlook. She was such a generous mistress, other Sayaadi nobles would not be so generous with their own slaves.

With a flick of her wrist, she turned the screen, causing it to float over to the kneeling elf. The view was still of her daughter on the branch. Her voice was that same sickly-sweet one she had used to greet the elf when she woke up, almost a sing-song quality to it when she exclaimed:

"Surprise!"
 
Talindra's eyes narrowed slightly, with the sickly tone her Mistress was taking with her. Her ears lowered with suspicion, not liking this tone one bit. It was way too sweet, to mean anything good. She'd seen enough of Amisaith to know, nothing was ever simple. And she certainly wasn't being nice, because she felt bad about what she'd just done.. There was no chance at that, from what she'd seen so far, Amisaith didn't have an ounce of mercy, or petty in her body. If she had, the pain her jaw was feeling, would not be there, or at least she would've done something to soothe it.
She raised a brow slightly, when the doors to the room opened, and Amisaith's favorite cleaner arrived. Her head tilted a bit, confusion spreading in her mind. Confusion, then building up into dread. Something definitely wasn't right... She'd fully expected the sickly tone to be made, because she intended for Tal to clean her off. And, to like it. But.. There was something else.
Her thoughts guided her towards the screen, ears perking slightly with morbid curiosity. The longer the wait lasted, the less she liked it.

Talindra moved slightly out of the way, when the Sayaad approached, not really wanting to watch what she would be doing, and it would allow her a bit more of a view on the screen. All she could really see from the ankle, was still just green. Forrest, of some sort. She sighed softly, sitting as comfortably as she could, legs pulled out by her side as she looked down at her chest. Her ears lowered a bit, sorrow spreading through her at the state of herself. This.. Was anything, but who she considered herself. All of this? It was all wrong.. She'd never been a person, to deserve this kind of torment.. She had to fight back tears a bit, when she looked back up to Amisaith, frown on her lips.

Her frown disappeared, lips turning a thin line, when she mentioned those 'good news' again. Her eyes narrowed to a slit, anxiety building up inside of her now, at what the image entailed. What could possibly make her tormentor this excited? As the screen approached her, she shuffled slightly where she sat, straightening her back, almost expecting it all to be a trick, to get her attention elsewhere, for something to jump at her. But as her eyes fell on the screen, and were reminded of Ashenvale's bright forrests, her heart started beating a quicker pace.
The more her eyes focused on the young Elf on the screen, the more her eyes widened. Shock spread across her expression, jaw slacking once again, the pain the least of her worries then. There was no words, for how her heart dropped in that moment. She could've taken a thousand years of punishment and degradation, and she would never have felt this frightened. Crushing sorrow, could've never had a more perfect depiction in a dictionary.. She gazed upon a 'young' Night Elf, that she had not seen for.. What felt like decades, and was probably close to it. A woman, who'd left with a bad taste in her mouth, just thinking about Talindra. They'd not left on good terms. Her daughters loose nature, had always disturbed the elder Night Elf, being so far from her own nature. Her free-spirit, needed to run free.. Talindra couldn't accept that. So, Maeline had parted ways in the worst of ways, cutting off all ties. But.. She was still her daughter.. And Talindra loved her, unconditionally.

"N.. No..." Talindra whispered silently, frown returning to her lips, as tears was instant to taint her white eyes. "No, no please..." She whimpered again, pulling backwards a bit, as if moving away form the screen, would make it less so. The screen just followed, weighing down the dread spreading in her body, causing her hands to tremble. Her ears, had never been lower, as she watched her only daughter, leap from the comfortable branch she'd been perched on. A cry escaped her lips as well, when she saw a somewhat familiar shape, landing close by, catching the other Elf's attention. She couldn't let this happen...
"No, please don't do this, Am.. Mistress! Please! I'll do anything.. -Anything-.. Just please leave her alone, sh.. She deserves a normal life.. M.. Mistress, please.. You can't possibly be this cruel, pleease.. D.. Don't hurt Maeline..." She -begged-. She'd pleaded with Amisaith before, but never like this. Never had she been this on edge, raised on her knees, looking for Amisaith's approval to move, ears lowered for the ground. Her ears, had never been this subordinate, even when she'd wanted to seem it.. Amisaith, had been completely right.. If anything could bring Talindra down, it was her daughter...

---

Maeline stretched her entire body with a happy little squeal, dropping the empty shell of fruit dismissively out by her side. Stretching didn't help the limited clothing that she wore, hide any parts of her body, revealing a bit of her assets to the nearby Sayaadi. It didn't exactly make the Demon any less antsy to get on with it, nibbling down at her lips. Maline sighed happily, as she swung her legs off of the branch, leaping fearlessly off the tall tree. Mid fall her body took a drastic turn, with a growl turning into a purple panther, grabbing at the branches with it's claws, slowing it's descent, before landing as the beautiful Night Elf once again.

Maeline stroked a few locks of hair behind her ear, as she set off towards the nearby lake, in order to wash off. Her sense peaked, however, when she heard something heavy falling through the air near her. She spun around in a second, ears perking attentively, a loud hiss escaping her throat. Her eyes turned a dangerous yellow, with a thin cat-like pupil, staring down the purple creature that'd landed near her. Her arms and legs went into an aggressive stance, more then ready to attack this creature, that'd somehow managed to sneak up on her. She didn't, though, when the naked woman before her remained passive, hand on her hip, looking at her with the smallest, most seductive smile Maeline had ever seen.

The young Night Elf's eyes remained cat-like, as they scanned over the Demon before her, before her poise calmed, head tilting slightly with a very indiscreet, short stare at the dangling phallus between the creature's legs. As the Camera showed the young Elf's face, it didn't show what most would've suspected. There was apprehension, sure, but not nearly the kind of distress most Elves held, when looking down a Demon. If anything, there was a hint of interest in those yellow eyes of her, as they returned to the deep purple of the Demons.

"Excuse me? Any particular reason, you go about sneaking up on women in the midst of night?" The Night Elf questioned, in the least dismissive tone she could muster. The young woman, seemed interested in anything, but whiffing off the naked woman before her.. In fact, it'd been a few nights now.. And this.. Creature.. Was quite fascinating.. The Demon's lips curved a sly smirk, head tilting a bit, shifting her weight on the other hoof.
"Oh, I have many reasons.. But.. I am not here for me, little Night Elf..." With the first word uttered, Maeline's mind was already being spell-bound. Sweet music played through her mind, clouding it, but she kept a focus on the Demon, not really noticing the change.
"Hm.. Who are you?" The Night Elf questioned, slowly starting to circle the Demon, who in turn stood completely still, purple eyes following the soft skin of the Night Elf.
"Dear, I am.. Nobody.. I am not important.. I am here on my Mistress behalf, not my own.. I am simply a.. Tool, for her great desires.." The Demon mused, every word eating further at the young woman's mind, causing her mind to addle and loosen.
"Are you n.. Now? And.. Who is this.. Mistress.. Who's desire is, for you to find.. Me?" Maeline questioned, her bright yellow eyes blinking a few times, as her ears tilted a bit out of focus.
"She will tell you, herself.. That.. Is not for me, to spoil.. I am simply.. The collector.." The Demon continued, slowly raising a hand, a finger painting the runes of a spell in the air, purple lights glowing from her fingertips, a circle displaying the rune she was casting.
"Wh.. What are.. You doing?" The Elf questioned, starting to try and prepare herself for an attack, only now realizing what was actually happening to her body.
"Bringing you to her..." The Demon grinned, snapping a finger. As she did, Maeline's consciousness went dark, and she dropped to the ground. Or, she would've, had the Demon not created a portal right before her, causing the woman to fall straight through, and right into the place the Demon's Mistress had requested.. The Demon licked her lips, walking with plenty of sway towards her own portal, whipping her tail to the side.
"Lisaith, always provides..." Lisaith giggled, as she hopped through her portal herself, stepping aside from the sleeping Night Elf, awaiting her Mistress, or to be dismissed.
 
Talidra begged. That was a breakthrough. In all their time together, this is the first time the stubborn little whore had begged for anything. She'd known the daughter would be a weak point, but this was beyond her expectations. She'd expected anger, or stubborn denial, or even passive-aggressiveness. Although Amisaith had to admit: begging was a good look on her. The sniveling cunt had a point though, she couldn't possibly be that cruel.

She could be worse.

If she just broke or ravaged the daughter, she'd be wasting an opportunity. An opportunity to utterly crush her toy's hopes and dreams. Show her that this fate, on their knees serving her, was not just her fate, or her daughter's fate. It was the rightful place of every woman on this planet, and deep down, they all secretly knew it. Lust always reign supreme, when all else fails, and she was it's master. She would not tame Maeline, she would submit out of her own free will. She would beg, not out of fear like her mother, but out of love, devotion and desire. She was sure it would work, one does not turn down a sayaad when she wanted to fuck you.

She leaned forward, taking the sobbing priestess by the torso, pulling her in for a hug. She didn't particularly care for the sayaad finishing up her work beneath them and who was now also trapped between them. She held Talindra with uncharacteristic gentleness, rubbing her back softly and cooing.

"Don't worry my pet, there's no need to cry. I promise you, for whatever my word is worth to you, that no harm will befall your daughter." She didn't think the priestess would believe her of course, but this was necessary work, setting the foundation for her new master plan. She needed the priestess less hysterical for the future. She'd put on an act, pretending her work with Maeline was going far worse than it actually would. She'd never outright state it of course, at least not at first. She'd put on a foul mood, leave each session frustrated and dour, no matter how much the druid co-operated. She'd build up hope that her child was resisting, was staying resolute and headstrong. Then she'd tear it all away.

She pulled away, reaching a hand up to dry away Talindra's tears. "She'll be fine. Promise." She slowly placed the elf down, letting her decide if it would be on her feet or on her knees. Then she rose from her throne, the diligent cleaner adjusting in order to clean off the last droplets before silently slinking away with a grateful look. Amisaith began to leave, using another side door rather than the main ones. The ones leading to her personal quarters. She turned to look at the priestess over her shoulders, shooting her another sickly-sweet smile.

"I do have to go and introduce myself though."

---

Amisaith's personal quarters were large, containing several chambers to be used for occasions such as this. The well-lit, finely decorated and regal yet homely room she was currently in was every bit the opposite of her throne room. That was by design, as the "bridal suite" as it was known was only used for those lovers she wished to truly pamper. Royalty, gods, and fellow sayaadi nobles had all stayed here. It's bed was a massive four-poster, a sheer veil covering it. The sheets and pillows were of the highest quality, and enchanted to not only self-clean, but also to ward away bad dreams. It's woodwork -like all the wood in the room- was filigreed with gold and inlaid with shimmering jewels. The room had a large window, in reality another magical screen, showing any number of vistas from around the multiverse. Currently it showed a vision of the Sayaad home world, before the Legion. Rolling hills stretched to the horizon, ending in majestic mountains, the landscape dotted with ruined pathways and structures.

In the room was a large ornate dresser, containing a multitude of gorgeous clothing and intricate lingerie; as well as a desk, fully stocked with quills, ink and parchment. The bed was flanked by two nightstands, and a trunk filled with toys and tools of Amisaith's trade. This was all old and worn and familiar though. Even Lisaith standing there with a smile on her face, proudly presenting proof of a job well done was a sight she was much used to. What drew her eye was the woman lying on the bed. She had had her clothes exchanged for a comfortable yet stylish nightgown, the white fabric and the gold detailing reminding Amisaith of Talindra's priestess robes. That hadn't been planned, but she appreciated the touch. The woman was sound asleep, and if she knew Lisaith's powers, she would be out for another hour or so. She had ways around that of course, but she took the opportunity to admire the kaldorei form.

Unlike her own race, who were all eroticism and sex incarnate, the kaldorei were clearly warriors. Even this one, not a soldier by any stretch had a lean but muscular build, striking rather than sexy. Not to say she wasn't hot, Amisaith couldn't wait to get her hands all over and inside this one, but she was so unlike the many fat-assed, curvy, whores with tits the size of their own head that she usually kept.

She turned to Lisaith, giving her a nod of approval. "Good work on this one. You're free to go, but stick around. I might call on you soon." Her eyes drifted over to the sleeping elf, leaving little doubt about why she may be called back. When Lisaith had left, she walked over to the desk, picking out the outfit that had been selected for her. It wouldn't do to awaken the girl in the nude, would it? How would she seduce if there was nothing left to the imagination?

First she slipped on the black thong, then she worked her way through the traditional outfit associated with her people, replacing the usual panty-like bottoms for a long loincloth that almost covered her entire thighs. Over her arms she wrapped a length of sheer black silk. At her command, the view of the window was replaced with a mirror, allowing her to confirm that her hair and make-up were pristine before fading back into the previous view. She sashayed over to the bed, sitting down on it, and allowing her hooves to dangle off the edge. With a soft whisper and a light touch to Maeline's arm, she ended the sleeping spell.

"Good morning sleepyhead..."
 
Talindra lowered her head against her Mistress' shoulder, ears still dangling low, as she whimpered against the smooth skin of the Sayaad. Part of her knew, just how useless this was. Her pleas, would be useless. Amisaith's Sayaad's never failed. Never wavered. Even if her daughter got out of it now, the Sayaad would find another way.. And she knew her daughter.. Reckless.. Foolhardy.. She'd never met Sayaad's like the kind Amisaith thralled.. And.. Part of her knew, what kind of mindset her daughter lived by... And while their erotic beauty was an affront to all things pure, and right, there was no denying it. They were beautiful. And Maeline.. Never cared about pure.. She probably just saw a beautiful woman, and her mind would immediately start to fantasize.. It is, what'd dragged them apart, after all. Like her father, she was a free spirit. Like her father, she was a 'deviant', in the eyes of the Priesthood Talindra grew up in...

A soft cry escaped Talindra's lips, as she was told not to cry, and given a promise of no harm.. Part of her wanted to believe it, but a bigger part of her, knew the chances of that were slim. Maeline was a free spirit, and now Amisaith would have her submit, and take away that freedom.. She would surely resist, and Amisaith would be furious. As she had been, with her. She could bare the thought, of her child suffering such atrocities. They were not on good terms, sure, but she was still her daughter. Still her sweet little child, though not so innocent anymore. She couldn't even imagine, Maeline would come to enjoy what she would be offered. Enjoy the pleasures, only a Sayaad could provide.

"P.. Please, Mistress.. K.. Keep that promise.." Talindra whispered, raising her head again, as she was put back on the ground. Unable to stand, she crumbled to her knees against the throne, watching Amisaith start towards her quarters. "T.. Take your anger out on me, Amisaith! N.. Not her.. Don't.. Don't be hard on her.. Please.." She whimpered an offer, as Amisaith walked away. She sat, with no words for a moment, as the doors opened for the Sayaad, before her mind suddenly started rushing, an urge building up in her, and she gasped as she got to her feet, rushing towards the door.
"Let me see her! Amisaith, please, I want to see my dau.." A gagging choke escaped her, as she met the end of her chain, halting her approach, and caushing her to topple backwards as she gasped for air. "Amisaith! Leave her alone!" She growled, her stubbornness barring it's teeth again, as she yanked at the chain, sneering a scream.
"Curse you, Amisaith!" She snarled, after the door closed behind the Sayaad, yanking again at her chain with a short, cried scream. Fury, not befitting a Priestess of Elune, broiled bellow Talindra's skin. A fury, Amisaith had constantly tested, and came through now and again, to Talindra's own detriment.

This time, however, there was probably little chance of ruining the Mistress of Pleasure's mood...

---

Lisaith's eyes turned towards the door as her Mistress arrived, lowering her head deeply in her presence. Once Royalty, Lisaith still had some of her old habits, even when she'd submitted fully to her new Mistress. Few Sayaad's had powers such as Lisaith's, and many Legion Barges had hoped to recruit someone like Lisaith. But she'd never been recruited. She sought out Amisaith, very willingly joining her crusade. Amisaith's vision, was far more Lisaith's style, then the purge their kind sought.
But even with her habits of Royalty, Lisaith would submit to Amisaith, in a heartbeat. If, that is what the Mistress wanted. If she wanted struggle, she happily provided that instead. The young Sayaad enjoyed a bit of pain, with her pleasure. In fact, she mostly preferred Amisaith's teeth, then her pamper.

Lisaith watched Amisaith's eyes, grinning as she looked over the catch. Lisaith did the same, and saw the same kind of beauty her Mistress did. She far-out preferred Maeline's athletic, strong, warrior-like beauty, then the pampered Priestess in the Throne room. Of course, Amisaith had made Talindra a beautiful thing, in time.. A Priestess was way more beautiful to Lisaith, when messed up a bit.
Lisaith's yellow eyes moved to her Mistress, lowering her head again as she was complimented on the catch.
"Thank you, Mistress.. I live to serve.." Her smooth, snaky voice purred, her long tongue tasting her own lips with a little sizzle, as she looked back down to Maeline. "Of course, Mistress.. You know how to get a hold on me.." She mused, walking towards the door, pausing as she stood besides Amisaith, lowering her head a bit again, looking half eyed towards her Mistress. "Mistress.. May I.. Perhaps.. Play with your... Treasuries, for this one? I will, of course, listen for your call.." Her snaky voice was a plea, as she asked for access to Amisaith's most priced slaves. Only rarely, did Lisaith ask for anything in return for services, and when she did, it was always as a plea. She never expected anything, and never took anything for granted. But... She did like to take little opportunities, to sneak in pleas such as these, when she did a good catch.. When she knew, Amisaith was in the best of moods. And, really, these little chances, were win-win situations, for the Sayaad. Either, she was allowed, and could please herself with the most beautiful, faithful of servants to her Mistress. Or, Amisaith would decline, and disciplining was in order... So.. Either, she got to play with the 'Treasuries', or Amisaith herself. Lisaith would always prefer her Mistress' attention, but would -never- ask for that. But, Amisaith knew this, as well as Lisaith. That, if she really wanted to praise her faithful servant, she would decline, and apply some disciplining in the near future.

Of course, now was not the time, and whatever answer Lisaith was given, she continued towards the door, humbly excusing herself, her tail swaying happily behind her, stroking Amisaith's arm on the way.


Maeline's dreams were.. Pleasant, to say the least. There was no substance or silver-lining to them, just warmth, relaxing joy. The young Elf slept with a small smile on her lips, ears pointed backwards in a comfortable manner. The tribal tattoos and piercings in her ears dangled silently, as they swayed with the little twitches her ears made, a soft hum escaping her lips as she scrunched the pillow closer against her face. She was a beautiful sleeper, there was no doubt about that.
With the stroke of Amisaith's finger, however, the tiny hairs on her neck raised, as goosebumps covered the area stroked. A soft groan escaped the Night Elf, as her smile turned to a light frown, being forced out of her sleep. A huffed groan escaped, as she turned her body slightly, hugging the pillow tight, as if refusing to wake. Not a morning person, it seemed.
A few seconds passed, before her eyes shot wide open, looking away from Amisaith in the process. Everything came back to her in an instant, and her eyes quickly narrowed. She could feel the draining properties of the place she was in, hindering her powers somehow, as she tried to prepare herself to transform. She wouldn't be able to. Her bright yellowish-white eyes looked around by her side, as she prepared herself.

In an instant, Maeline prepared to leap off of the bed, and create some distance to the other person in the bed. She'd felt the presence of this other person on the mattress, and didn't want to look up, from such a vulnerable position. Of course, she wasn't wearing what she'd 'gone to sleep' in, and the cloth of the dress kept her from spreading her legs in to the leap, causing her to instead just topple over awkwardly a bit further away from Amisaith. She grunted with annoyance, raising instead to her hands and knees, finally looking up at Amisaith. Her eyes was still narrowed, threateningly, still feeling vulnerable. Wanting to change that, she quickly looked down to the dress, reaching down her hands to rip a long slit down her right leg, allowing her to finally jump off of the bed, straight into the lining hanging from it, again stopping her in her tracks, finally stopping and calming down, half covered by the dangling linen.

"Hmpf..." She grunted again, raising the lining, finally taking a proper look of Amisaith. Feeling less vulnerable now, with quite a bit of distance, as well as the returned movability of her legs, her eyes calmed slightly, instead now raising a brow, one ear doing the same.
"Guessing... You're the.. 'Mistress'..." She mumbled, looking down Amisaith's body, being anything but discreet about it, ear tingling a little higher with the sight. She snapped out of her own thoughts, looking around the room. "Where am I? More importantly.. -Why- am I here?" She finally questioned. A lot of questions were running through her mind, but started with the most important one... Finding out, what was going on. She remained where she was, between the dangling curtains, and the surface of the bed, watching the Demon closely.
 
Amisaith listened to the priestess go form pleading, to begging, to threatening, to cursing. All on a matter of seconds. Not even her most unsavory assistants had coaxed such emotions from her before. She had done things to that woman that made most people beg for death, and none of it brought her even close to this level of hysteria. Oh, she had made the right decision in this. As she stood in the doorway, she stopped and turned, placing a hand on her ample hips. "Oh shut your cockhole, Priestess," she decided to meet undignified words with undignified words, "I won't harm your little angel as long as she behaves. And just because you begged so nicely, I'll be far more lenient with her than I'v ever been with you." With those words she left, shutting he heavy fel iron doors as she went.

---

The Sayaad's lips curved into a smile as she heard Lisaith's request. Clever girl. She of course knew of the huntress' attitude towards punishment, and admired her for not making her little requests more often. It showed she was clever enough not to get caught out in her schemes. And she was in a great mood, and would busy herself with this one for a while...
It was always good to occasionally remind even her most prized possessions they were just that. Possessions, which she would do with whatever she pleased. Remind them that even her favour didn't make them much more than especially well-liked fucktoys that she could and would discard or trade away in a heartbeat. "Enjoy yourself, Lisaith. They're yours for tonight."

---

Amisaith watched with naked amusement in her eyes as Maeline struggled to get off the bed. She certainly had a spirit to her. Usually she delighted in breaking girls lik her, but this time she had other plans. She would turn her, make her willingly join her. Anything less would be a failure, and a waste of both her time, and good flesh. Just as Maeline's eyes openly drank in her form, so too did her own leave no room for interpretation outside of 'I am checking you out, and I like what I see'. As the kaldorei finally found her footing and addressed her, she made a show of tucking a stray few strands of hairs behind her ear, a mock display of attraction of the more innocent sort.

"You're aboard the Lilith. A Legion ship. My ship." Her voice was sickly sweet, and she leaned in forward, giving Maeline a better view of her massive cleavage. "I am Amisaith, a princess of the Sayaads. Do not be afraid, I mean you no harm." She withdrew slightly, placing one hand on her arm, and glancing down at the bed in a display of shyness. "And I've found myself rather smitten..." She decided a twisted truth would suit the scene better than a lie. She was smitten with the girl, that much was true. The way she blended the vigor and power of the kaldorei with traits like lust and indulgence that reminded her of her own kind. No need to tell her about why she had found her just yet. That could wait until she was fully on board.
 
The Kaldorei's yellow eyes narrowed slightly, when they noticed the Sayaad's own. A small smirk spread across her lips, seeing the attention she was receiving from the other woman. In her smirk, one of her little fangs showed at the edge of her lips, gently nibbling on to the rosy flesh. The Demon's interests, were quite obvious, and not nearly as hostile as one had been made to believe in her youth. Demons were savage, monstrous beings, feeding off the mortals sins and flesh. Beings with only one goal in mind; the suffering of the Kaldorei.
Maeline certainly didn't see that, in this creature's devious eyes. Nor, in the build of her body.. Sure, the Sayaad could've probably beaten her in a fight, but she didn't carry the kind of weight Maeline would've suspected from a race of savages. She realized quickly, her kin was quick to call the Orcs the same, and she'd certainly seen more than savagery from their kind.. Perhaps.. Even more of the things she'd been bred to believe, were untrue? Perhaps Demons, had more merits to them, then simply the death, and agony, people like her mother preached?

Maeline looked a bit surprised, when the Sayaad mentioned their location. She looked around for a moment, raising a brow as she looked to the floor. It was quite obvious, what her uneducated mind was wondering. They didn't not seem to flow around much, as was so usual for a ship? What kind of ship was this? Or, perhaps the waters were simply dead still?
Maeline's eyes were quick to toss their attention, where Amisaith wanted it, looking straight down the view she was given. Her lips grinned slightly again, as she crossed her arms, listening closely. Calling herself a 'Princess' caused a silent scoff from the Elf, pouting her lips slightly with narrowed eyes. Not the kind of Princess, she knew. That title, didn't exactly have a nice ring to it, for someone like Maeline, so she almost appreciated her own doubts. Her eyes narrowed more, when she glanced down in shyness, admitting her 'reason'.

Maeline remained still for a moment, arms still crossed in front of herself, looking down to Amisaith. She tasted her words for a moment, with a click of her lips, before she crawled slowly back onto the bed.
"Smitten, hm?" She questioned, slowly crawling across the bed, almost in an arch around the seated Sayaad. "Not much for.. Dinner, and Roses then, are you?" She questioned, narrowing her eyes a bit again, pausing as she looked past her white locks. "Going straight to the Kidnapping, huh?" She added, spreading a playful grin, sitting down on her knees, further pausing her approach. Still on her hands, she looked around the room again, humming silently to herself.
"Hm.. You Sayaad's are.. A lot less blood, gore and guts, then I've been led to believe..." She murmured, before her eyes turned back on Amisaith. Her words had been more of a statement, then a question she wanted answers for, instead looking over the Demon. She knew, a lot of what she'd been taught was.. Inaccurate, for a person like her. Her entire way of life, was an affront to what she'd been taught.

Maeline finally continued, slowly closing the distance between the two, as her yellow eyes stared intensely at Amisaith's.
"So.. Amisaith.. Smitten, hm?" She questioned, not stopping her approach, until her long, strong fingers rested on Amisaith's thighs, still gazing into her eyes, noses but inches from each other. Her eyes narrowed a bit, a small smirk spreading across her lips, as her head tilted. "You're no.. Princess, Amisaith.. Not, of the bland, boring kind that I know, at least.. Don't carry yourself as one.. Tell me, why I'm -really- here.. And don't use words of the court, we aren't in a Palace..." She continued grinning, shifting slightly on he knees as she straightened her back. She raised her hands, placing them on Amisaith's shoulders, proceeding to try and push her backwards and on to her back. If Amisaith did not protest, Maeline would crawl on top of the Sayaad, following her descent onto the bed, hands still holding onto those colorful shoulders. "Princess' don't send sexy Demons out, to catch and kidnap their peers... They're not nearly that exciting..." She grinned slightly at that, winking, as she hovered over the Demon, white locks flocking around their faces. "Why would you put this much effort, into getting someone like me? If you've done your homework, I'm not going to be the kind, to join you in your kin's wars.. I won't even join my own's.. You.. Say that you're 'smitten', but.. Such a 'propper' word, just doesn't seem at home, in such a hellishly sexy, fuckable creature..." Her grin grew, again showing the little fangs at the edge of her teeth. Her eyes darted up to the Sayaad's horns for a second, before return to her eyes. "Creature, with quite literal 'handles', to hold on to.." She teased with a wink, testing the woman's boundaries as a hand moved up, grabbing on to one of Amisaith's horns, pushing it down against the bed..
She'd always been told of the manipulative nature of Demons.. How they would seek to corrupt one's nature. But, quite frankly, so far, this woman seemed to 'corrupt', offering something she'd already taken a liking to. Right now, she wanted to know how this woman would react, to having all of that turned around. If this woman was interested in pleasures of the flesh, she wouldn't require any 'Demonic Corruption', to achieve it. She was not the Prudish kind of Kal'dorei. Should she want different things from her.. The killings, and maiming of innocents? That was a vastly different story..
 
(Sorry for the delay. I got suddenly stuck without my computer for a while.)

Amisaith simply watched the girl in silence, her eyes following her as she approached slowly. As the elf went to push her down on her back, she allowed it without hesitation, metaphorically leaning into the sudden reversal of roles even as she leaned away from the girl straddling her. She arced her back, leaning further into the motion of her head being pushed down on the sheets, her toned belly reaching upwards towards the night elf, and her heavy breasts pressing into the blue pair above them.

She had expected that she would enjoy this. She had expected this one to be a bit less submissive or hostile than her usual partners. She had not expected this. This boldness was something she was much less used to. Sure, she had had presumptive partners in the past, but she had made them beg for mercy within minutes. The thought of playing along, playing the submissive role (at least for a bit longer), of having a more "equal" partner? That was almost intoxicating. Her heart was already racing, and if sayaads could blush, she would.

Instead, she wrapped an arm around Maeline, placing her hand on the small of her back, and pulled her closer into their embrace, pressing their bodies together. Even through their clothes, the contact was invigorating. "I pity your kind, Night Elf, that your princesses aren't anything like ours." She leaned in, lightly nibbling on the base of her ear for a moment before whispering, her breath hot and wet. "And if smitten is to proper a word for you, would enamored suffice? Or is that too poetic? What about turned on? Or overcome with a need to fuck the brains out of?" The hand on the small of Maeline's back makes its way down to her rear. "Because I've found myself quite overcome with a need to fuck the brains out of you."

She would let Maeline take the reigns for now. Let her explore her situation at her own pace. Soon she'd discovered the cock concealed behind her loincloth, which would be quite fun to watch. She had no doubts the girl would enjoy that surprise, but it had been some time a lover had reacted to it with anything other than dread, most of her consensual partners already being aware of her endowment. She also had no doubts it would be the most impressive member the girl had ever seen. She was large even for a sayaad, and those of her kind blessed with a cock were among the largest in the universe.

But, again, she would let this play out as Maeline wanted. She had no idea after all, that merely being in this room was magically lowering her inhibitions. Every Sayaad possessed a natural pheromone that lowered inhibitions. One that would slowly fill her mind with ever more depraved thoughts in a manner indistinguishable from the natural loosening of morals associated with most sentiments giving in to their baser needs. In fact, the effect merely hastened the process. While a normal mortal might only go so far as to masturbate in a public space or cheat on their spouse, Amisaith was certain the magic would at least speed her along the path to wanting to break her own mother. And -most crucially- deprive her of the moment of post-orgasmic clarity that might reset her moral compass.

But that would take some time, and would require work to reach the desired outcome. For now, she merely brought her free hand to cup Maeline's cheek, stroking her thumb across her smooth skin. "I do hope that's more at home in my hellishly sexy, fuckable mouth..."
 
The Night Elf almost found herself a bit surprised, that she was allowed this much leeway. This beautiful Demon, was very far from the scary stories, the likes of her Mother had liked to tell in the past.. Supposed to be egotistical, bloodthirsty monsters, Maeline had almost expected being tossed aside, and punished for her actions.. Part of her had almost hoped, that'd happened. But the hungry, feisty side of her, was quivering with the excitement of this Demon's current submission. She almost had a feeling, this was an exclusive deal.. That this woman, would't do this for everyone? The Elf had no illusions about them being equals. She was in the Sayaad's domain, and had no doubt the woman could easily toss her around, should she so wish.

Maeline didn't protest, letting her slender, but strong form meet with the Demon's her smaller curves squeezing so lightly against the more voluptuous of Amisaith's. Her lips curved a grin, the little fangs at the edges of her teeth showing as she nibbled at her lower lip. Her body quiver slightly, as her abdomen stroked against that of the Demon's, back arching with the tender touch of the other woman's hand. Her own fingers curled around the sheets on each side of Amisaith's head, before one stroked to her shoulder, nails gently scratching against the red hue.
The Night Elf's eyes rolled shut, as lips met her long, sensitive ears, not a seconds hesitation for them to drop. Like her mothers, her ears were sensitive, but unlike the prude Priestess, Maeline had no quarrel enjoying that sensitivity. In fact, Maeline's seemed way more sensitive then that of her mother's, even the hot breath making them tingle wildly as Amisaith whispered into it. Maeline's expression contorted into a husky moan, her body arching against the moving hand, rear happily raising against the touch of those strong fingers, longing for more. The Night Elf's nails dug lightly into the skin of the Demon's shoulder, without any chance of really cutting the surface, as the woman's entire body tingled with the sensation of those lips.
Maeline's head shook with a shiver, her other hand quickly grabbing Amisaith's horn, pushing her head back down on the bed with a soft, husky hiss. She wasn't quite ready, to give into the submission her ears could lead her to, grinning down on the woman with narrowed eyes.

Maeline gulped slightly, as Amisaith raised her hand to her cheek. Her tongue licked her lower lip between her teeth, biting down gently on the curve as she grinned with the Demon's words. Her eyes batted playfully, lips pouting a bit as she moved her hand from Amisaith's shoulder, to her wrist, fingers gently lacing around it.
"That's.. Far more appropriate.. Yeah.. You're way more then the boring Princess', from where I grew up.." She whispered, leading Amisaith's fingers up in front of her lips, eyes sparking with lust at this point, as her tongue emerged to lick the tip of the Demon's middle finger. Lips embracing the tip as well, she suckled the appendage gently as her other hand stroked down from Amisaith's horn, thumb finding and stroking along her lower lip.

Curiosity sparked in the Night Elf's eyes, as they drifted down to Amisaith's mouth, her finger gently trying to part the Demon's lips to see her tongue. Her body shivered, clearly not disappointed, her breath catching around the finger she still suckled. Her eyes shot back to Amisaith's, her expression even more longing now, than before.
"Fuckable.. Indeed..." She whispered around the finger in her mouth, before her hand pushed the wrist aside, and her lips shot for the Demon's. Her lips pressed against Amisaith's intently, groaning into the kiss, bleeding the lust the room, and her nature was sending through her body. Her hand stroked into Amisaith's hair, massaging and grabbing onto her scalp, while trying to keep her down. Her other hand kept a tight grip of Amisaith's wrist, keeping it pinned to the bed as her tongue invaded the Demon's mouth.

The hand in Amisaith's hair stroked down her neck, sporting nails along the red skin, all the way to her voluptuous breast, squeezing it firmly, digging her fingers into the soft flesh with a growling moan. Her knees started moving her up the Demon's body, arching her own in order to keep their lips locked. She panted in light frustration, as the dress once again got in the way, gasping as she finally left Amisaith's lips. Panting for her breath, she sat back up on her knees, looking down the dress she'd been put on, and then back down to Amisaith.
"If your intentions were this carnal from the beginning... Why on earth did you put in such an impractical Priestess robe?" She questioned, still panting softly, as she looked down over the Demon. Her eyes narrowed slightly, lips grinning with playful 'realization'. "You naughty little creature.. You wanted to fuck a Priestess, did you?" She grinned, reaching her hands down to the skirt of her dress again, fingers grasping the cloth to tear a larger rip in the cloth, allowing her more freedom to her legs. "Well, you're not going to get to violate this Priestess without a fight, Demon... I want to try that 'fuckable' mouth of yours... Needed to fuck my brains out? I'd like to see you try..." She challenged with a grin, clearly intent to take her by the word, with a very specific, current interest.

It was rather ironic, suggesting Amisaith 'wanted to fuck a Priestess'. As if she didn't have any chance to do so, should she walk to the next room over... Of course, said Priestess' 'sinful' daughter, knew nothing about that.

Maeline would once again display her flexibility and speed, quickly playing with Amisaith's tongue in another heated kiss. Using that as a distraction, the Night Elf attempted to crawl further over the Demon, hoping she would still allow her some control.. Just.. A little more. Maeline desperately wanted to try grabbing those horns, and pulling the Demon between her legs. And, if Amisaith didn't react in time, the night Elf's blue legs would quickly land on each side of her head, feet shift behind her shoulders and hands on her horns. Maeline grinned down from above, giving Amisaith a great view of the Night Elf's wet folds, framing the entrance to her hungering caves. Lisaith had very much not imagined, the Night Elf would need any cover down there...
Maeline fully intended to go the entire way, grip of Amisaith's horns trying to pull her lush lips against those wet folds. Should Amisaith struggle at this point, she'd find it rather difficult, to get the Night Elf off of her head. She'd use anything at her disposal, to stay exactly where she was, if she'd gotten there. Strong thighs would lock onto Amisaith's head, hands keep a strong grip of her horns and her natural balance would help her stay.
But, if Amisaith would actually give into the woman's desires, and grant her what she 'demanded', she'd find the woman quickly grow more malleable..
 
Oh, Amisaith was liking this a lot, and she found herself unable to stop herself from showing it for the first time in many centuries. As the bold little kaldorei started to suck on her finger, she let out a low purr. A literal purr, a deep thrumming in her chest, felt more than heard by the elf straddling her. Now that was embarrassing. Purring was one of the most intimate displays of affection and pleasure a Sayaad could produce. And in a society ruled by performative sexuality and cut-throat scheming, genuine displays of affection and true enjoyment were highly private and close-kept. Was she truly so starved for genuine affection that she went around purring for any azerothian who had the guts to start teasing her?

She pushed the thought aside, banking on Maeline not understanding what the purring truly meant, and focused instead on the fact that Maeline was currently prying her mouth open. She complied, letting the girl open her wide, and, guessing at her intent, stuck her tongue out to its full half a foot length. She smirked at Maeline's reaction, basking in the effect she had on her, as well as the needy look on her face, the way she swallowed around her finger. As she went to pull the digit out, Amisaith couldn't help but to hook it under her cheek for a moment, just to remind the girl that she still had some agency in this. Keep her on her toes.

She saw the kiss coming a mile away, but her mind was too caught up in games to react before their lips crashed together hungrily and she felt Maeline's hand comb through her long silken hair before coming down to stake a claim on her massive chest. She greedily and shamelessly drank in Maeline's groans, her own hands roaming her body, one still grasping her plush booty while the other darted up to grip at her neck, pulling her in deeper into the kiss. A partner as passionate is this was a rare delicacy, and she wanted to take full advantage of this opportunity, hungrily meeting Maeline's tongue with her own, tracing the inside of her mouth.

Then, the kiss was broken, and she found herself struggling to suppress a disappointed whine, masking it as a gasp for air. She watched idly as Maeline inspected her dress, almost answering her question, but biting her tongue as she came to a wrong yet far more deliciously ironic conclusion. She decided to wait to reveal her actual reasoning until she was the one on top...

Maeline's distraction worked like a charm, Amisaith too occupied with enjoying these passionate kisses while they lasted to pay attention to what the rest of her was doing. By the time the kiss broke, and she allowed herself to pay attention to the world outside Maeline's lips, it was far too late, the kaldorei already in position. Not that she would have tried to stop her. This was all going according to plan.

With the dress, and her muscled thighs, all Amisaith could see was purple skin and that enticingly presumptuous pussy pressing into her face. Not one to back down from a challenge, she immediately set to work. Her long tongue stretched outwards, the whole bulk of it pressing against her slit, slow yet insistent motions rubbing the wet muscle against her. Both her hands came up to grip Maeline's hips, holding her in place as she moved on to her next trick. Inch by inch, she sunk her squirming tongue into her pussy, letting out a low moan to show Maeline that she found her to be quite tasty indeed. With her tongue firmly implanted deep into her, she went to work, working her face back and forth, rubbing her nose up against her clit and undulating her tongue to stimulate as much of her tunnel as possible.

For minutes, she kept this up, showing no signs of needing to breathe or slow down her pace. Instead, she worked her way deeper in, until she found the delicious creamy centre of her kaldorei pastry: the g-spot. She worked the very tip of her tongue against it just barely, just deep in enough that the very tip of it grazed over the edge of that sweet spot when she moved her face to the very zenith of her arc, teasing it gently but insistently.
 
Any purring from another creature, would have the same reaction from a woman like Maeline. To her, purring was a sign of happiness, content or affection. The hatred harbored for Demons by her people, was rooted so deep in her from birth, that she had her doubts about affection. While she had no reason to hate Amisaith, other doubts where there, caused by upbringing and conditioning. She could rebel all she wanted, but a tinge of her peoples inherited distrust towards Amisaith's kind, was whispering at the back of her mind. But even if affection wasn't there, she knew she was doing something right. Amisaith's purr had reminded her of a defensive, and aggressive Cat, trying to fight against it's nature to purr. Cornered, trying to put up a dangerous, strong facade, but purring at just the right touch. Maeline often ended up acting on instincts, but tried her best not to think too deeply about that purr. Her logical mind kept telling her, it couldn't possibly have been as affectionate as it sounded.

Seeing Amisaith's tongue come out, indeed paused Maeline in her tracks, her expression one of excited shock for a moment. She almost didn't even notice, the little gesture of the now hooked digit in her mouth, her jaw just slacking for a few seconds, staring down at that tongue. She could feel shivers running down her spine, as a shaky breath ran down the red finger in her mouth, and her white eyes finally let go of the tongue, returning to Amisaith's. She grinned around the finger, her tongue running along a knuckle, as she sported the tiny little fang against it, nibbling it 'threateningly' before she yanked it from her mouth and brought it down to Amisaith's instead.

The kiss was everything, and more, then Maeline could'v expected. Her significantly smaller tongue found it hard to keep up, with the squirming digit inside of her mouth, her moans only growing more intense. Feeling the Demon's hands combing over her body, didn't help her moaned displays of intense affection, her rump still more then happy to receive the Demon's attention. She was no foreigner to lust, but had never found herself this intensely given into it. Like all she could think about, was that tongue, and what this woman could do with it. Her ears perked with excitement, her body rolling against the Demon's, but always returning her ass into the air, against that groping, red hand.

Getting the Demon where her desires had wanted it, Maeline grinned widely, as she took a hold of the other woman's horns. She'd never had the chance to play with a horned creature, and she'd be lying if she said she hand't fantasized about this... And as she'd demanded, so she received, her jaw dropping, shakily, as she exhaled a deep, guttural moan, followed by a high pitch whine of pleasure. Her insides clenched up for a second, as the writhing digit slit inside of her, doing nothing to slow the powerful appendages decent. Consciously feeling how her chest was heaving, Maeline arched her back backwards, fingers grasping hard onto Amisaith's horns as she pinched her eyes shut.

"S.. Shii-hit..." Maeline mused, her entire body quivering as she felt Amisaith's tongue dig deeper, her walls clenching, and relaxing around the squirming appendage. Her lower body ground against Amisaith's eager face, twitching slightly as she felt that tongue tease her clit as well, whimpering another high pitched whine. Her fingers were yet to let go, as she gasped and heaved for her breath, eyes shimmering slightly as her ears lowered. She knew what Amisaith was doing. Like the Demon, Maeline was far from innocent, and way more experienced then someone like her mother would've ever wanted to admit. This Kaldorei, desperately wanted her partner to find that spot, her lower body grinding against Amisaith's face still, trying to guide her.
"Y.. Yes.. A.. Alm.. Ah.." She whispered, gasping husky little breaths of air, whenever the tip of that tongue found new soft spots inside of her. Finally, as the tip of that tongue brushed just past that, the sweetest of spots, a gasped whine escaped Maeline, ears lowering all the way down as her body went still for a second, telling her lover what she'd almost found. Amisaith, more then experienced enough to take that hint, quickly found it again, forcing another whimpered cry of pleasure from the Kaldorei as her body arched back again.
"Y.. Ye-hes, right there!" She cried out in a weird mix of joy and extacy, as her lips curled a wide, quivering smile, eyes rolling in their sockets.

Subconsciously, Maeline's hands nudged Amisaith's head a few inches away, keeping her from quite reaching that deep inside, giving the Night Elf a seconds breathing time, in between her husky breath's, and moans. She realized the constricting sensation at her chest, looking down herself again. One hand let go of Amisaith's horns, in order to reach up to her chest, wrapping around the curve of her cleavage, yanking down hard enough to loosen the fabric with another tear. The corset-like strength of the fabric 'guarding' her chest, didn't allow for much leeway, but it did allow her to breathe more steadily, as Amisaith dug right back to that sweetest point, causing the night Elf to let out another sweet little cry. She quickly reached the hand back down, this time stroking from Amisaith's forehead, into her hair, fingertips massaging against her scalp.

The juices of Maeline's nether, had trickled down most of Amisaith's face at this point, as she quivered and twitched over her. The grip of the Demon's horns had loosened, and if the red beauty still hadn't turned Maeline around, her shaky knees would soon falter, causing her to roll over on her side, grip of Amisaith's horns dragging the Demon with her.
"F.. Fu-huck..." Maeline whimpered, rolling further onto her back, somehow managing to be careful not to yank her lover's neck too uncomfortably, something the Demon might've noticed. Now on her back, Maeline's legs were able to move more, feet quick to plant themselves on the Demon's back, curling toes pressing into her red skin.

It came sharp, and hard, Maeline not even expecting it herself, her face contorting in a surprised gasp, as it ran through her body like a whip. One of her legs raised slightly, pointing it's curled toes towards the ceiling, as her head arched down against the sheets, jaws parting in a long, high pitched cry of intense pleasure. Her entire body quivered with her ecstacy, shivering leg's clenching onto the sides of the lover who'd given her so much pleasure's head. The hands on Amisaith's horns grew lighter, fingertips almost pressing a bit against them, as if she subconsciously wanted to 'locked' face to fall back, as her orgasm made an even bigger mess of the Demon's wet face. Her white eyes rolled in their sockets, ears still dangling as low as they got, piercings resting against the sheets bellow her.
Finally, she knew she could handle no more, if she wanted to give anything back... And, she knew she wanted this. A lot.. She couldn't walk away from something like this, without returning the favor to this beautiful creature. And, she was deathly curious to find out what a creature like Amisaith tasted like.

Her legs released the lock of the Demon's head, as her hand found it's forehead, trying to nudge her back as she whimpered another moan. If, however, Amisaith decided to play around a bit more, and deny Maeline's request, the Kaldorei would smile slightly, face contorting in pleasure, as a fang bit at her lower lip.
"N.. Noo, please.. S.. Stop.. I.. I wan't to t.. Taste you t.. Too! F.. Fuck.. Stop! Y.. You'll drive me c.. Crazy like this... Princess..." She grinned slightly, calling the Demon by her 'title', before her expression broke into pleasure again, eyes rolling as she continued to try to desperately push Amisaith back.
Should the Demon give, and pull away, her flexible body would be quick to place her feet on the woman's shoulders, pushing her a little further back as she panted heavily, chest heaving in the slightly loosened dress. She looked up, small grin on her face as her body quivered, excited to be exposed this way. There was no shyness, or apprehension, about having herself displayed, even as the wet mess the Demon's tongue had left her.
Even with such an intense orgasm, the Kaldorei didn't seem particularly weak, as she sat herself up, feet gently stroking the Demon's shoulders, as her yellow-ish eyes looked down her form.
"Y.. You weren't kidding... When you said, you wanted to fuck my brains out.." Maeline's blue lips grinned slightly, a fang biting at her lower lip as she looked down between the Demon's legs. "Why don't the Princess, let me return the favor?" She questioned, batting her long brows slightly, ears slowly perking once again, excitedly putting the ball into Amisaith's park, still completely innocently ignorant about the surprise waiting beneath that loincloth.
 
'Control' was the name of the game. As Maeline's legs started to fail, Amisaith could have easily slung them over her shoulders and lifted her up, supporting the elf's entire weight on her, holding her up while standing up herself, literally carrying her off to orgasm. But that was for another time. Right now, the important thing was to let Maeline feel like she was the one in control. Let her take things at her own speed. She didn't want to risk scaring her by displaying her strength so suddenly. Okay, so she also liked seeing her partners crumpled in a heap from her ministrations, but this also happened to support her plan, so win-win.

As Maeline rolled over, she let herself be dragged along, thankful that her neck wasn't too tightly twisted. As she rolled onto her back, Amisaith would take the opportunity to get up on her knees, taking a new grip of her thighs as she dove back in eagerly. She could feel the elf's orgasm building up, feel it in the way her tunnel clamped up rhythmically around her tongue, and in the way her breaths grew shallow, and in the way her soul flickered and shuddered. At the last possible second, right before the floodgates bust, she ceased her rhythm. Her tongue, previously only teasing the g-spot at the very top of it's arc, dug in, and pressed on the point with all its might, coiling up to rub against it roughly.

Sayaads are sexual empaths. They can feel the effect their skills have on their partners, feeding off of the burst of energy coursing through their souls. So when Maeline's orgasm came, it wasn't the scream, or the tightening of muscles against her back, or the way she almost arced off the bed. It was the way her soul burst with light, a pleasant warm sensation she was sure no other species could ever feel washing over her. She felt wetness cover her face, and greedily drank of it, rubbing her face against her crotch, driven wild by the soul-pulse. The energy buzzed inside her, filled her to bursting. The heady sensation soon faded, reduced to an ever-present glow deep in her core. It had been so long since she had tasted such uncut pleasure, without even a trace of pain or suffering. Pain made the soul-pulse stronger yes, and gave her much more power, but the pure thing was so sweet to her. Like honey-wine compared to dark bread.

She kept her head in place, only withdrawing her tongue enough to curl it upwards and lick at her clitoris at the same time as she was plumbing her depths. She relished in drawing the halting words from her partner, drinking her praise as greedily as she had just drunk her fluids. Only when she sensed she was on the verge of going to far did she relent, not fighting back as Maeline pushed her away, only taking care to stay low to the mattress and on her hands and knees. Her large tits hanging down was the only thing obscuring her massive cock, which had long ago grown rock hard, and was impossible to conceal beneath her loincloth. Instead she perched like a wildcat prepared to strike, giving Maeline a cocky, wicked grin.

"I never kid about who I want to fuck. Makes life more interesting." She crawled forward, inching closer and closer to the elf. When she was over her belly, she leaned down and pressed a wet kiss to her stomach. Looking up at Maeline's face, she gave her another wicked grin. "Before you return the favour, I should warn you that many are overwhelmed by my... nether regions. I do hope you're up to the task."

With that, she leaned back, sitting down at Maeline's feet and finally revealing her large member. Her loincloth was draped over it, pathetically inadequate for the task of covering it, only hanging down enough to cover the head. She had no doubts that Maeline wouldn't mind the lack of a pussy, but was somewhat concerned about her ability to handle its size, and the unusual shape. Placing her worries to the side, she gingerly picked up the loincloth between her thumb and pointer finger, and gently moved it to the side. "We sayaad don't have males, you see. Not as you know them. Our genders would translate to Carriers, and Breeders. I am the latter."
 
Amisaith had already danced dangerously close, to living up to what she'd promised. Maeline had no doubt, that woman could've driven her crazy with that tongue. Part of her, almost wanted the Demon to've done so. But, a different part of her, wanted to give something back. She still wasn't stupid. You didn't kidnap a person, you fully intended to put back. Not the way this 'Princess Amisaith' had.. No, she was fairly sure, her fate was a lot darker, then just a quick fuck. But, she wanted to try and take advantage of that knowledge. Show this Demon what she could offer, if it kept her happy. Show Amisaith what she was capable of, when she -wanted- to give. There was no doubt, this woman wasn't as 'precious' and 'shy' as she'd pretended to be... Maeline's imagination had gone to many different points, and considered each carefully. The thought, that this Demon wanted to enslave her, as her kin was so keen on saying Demons wanted to do... If that was her fate, she'd make sure Amisaith knew, what she'd be getting from a 'happy slave', rather then a mad one.

Of course, all of her tactical considerations, was put on a.. Different shelf, at the current time. The Demon had made it rather hard to focus, on anything but pleasure. But, that was the whole point of this, after all. So, now Maeline was just working on her instincts, letting her lust thrive. Something she was fairly sure, her Sayaad Lover, didn't mind.

Maeline gulped slightly, panting heavily as her feet curled against Amisaith's shoulder, watching her carefully after her request. Her lips grinned slightly, body quivering with the Demon's promise, already excited about what was to come. Her feet moved off of the Sayaad's shoulders, legs spreading slightly to give the Demon space to crawl closer. She inhaled a deep breath, biting down on her lips as a hand stroked through Amisaith's hair, arching her stomach into the kiss on her stomach. Her eyes narrowed a bit, her lips joining the grin in a lustfully curious expression. And as Amisaith spoke, the curious expression grew a little tighter, lips grinning wider to show her fangs. She'd received warnings like this before. Orcs were happy to boast, and warn, about what they had to offer, not expecting a 'tiny Elf' to be capable of handling them. Receiving it from a woman, however, was the curious part. Her body and mind automatically gave a shiver in anticipation, reacting to the words as she had from males, with a soft, playful scoff. Of course, she hadn't expected to be greeted, with the package she was.

A soft gasp escaped Maeline's lips, as she quickly sat up on the bed, hands still rested on the soft sheets, looking down at the woman's raised loincloth. Her brows raised for the ceiling, jaw slacking slightly. Yes, she'd been warned about good endowment before, but she'd never been as surprised as she was then. Nor, as excited, as she was then. Her excitement, however, were more concealed then surprise, and a hint of fear behind those white eyes.
Gulping lightly, the Kaldorei finally closed her mouth, smacking her lips a few times to control the saliva formed behind them. She bit down on her lower lip, ears lowering slightly as she listened to Amisaith explaining. She batted her eyes a bit, head tilting as the Demon admitted to which she was, the Kaldorei scoffing softly.
"No shit... Although, 'Carrier' wouldn't be all that misplaced either.. That thing's gotta be heavy, to carry around..." Maeline whispered softly, eyes finally leaving the massive member, to look back up at Amisaith. The hint of fear was still there, surprise still ruling her expression for a moment longer. Her expression could easily be mistaken as apprehension, her ears still lowered nervously, but all that soon changed.

Maeline's ears lowered a bit further, showing submission rather then apprehension. Her lips curved a soft grin to replace the worried curve, as her body shifted. She turned around, standing instead on her hands and knees, to start crawling the short distance between them. She crawled close to the attentive, throbbing member, lips kissing the side of the head, as she crawled past it. Instead, she let the member stroke over her shoulder, a soft strumming purr escaping her throat, as she stroked her cheek against the length, eyes never leaving the Sayaad's.
Seductively, she crawled all the way to the root of the Sayaad's massive member, lips kissing the skin just above it, as it arched over her right shoulder. She raised her right hand, wrapping the long, elegant fingers around the woman's massive cock, at it's thick base, gently squeezing the hard muscle.
The Kaldorei's head finally turned towards the member, kissing the deepest of it's ridges, letting her tongue extrude to lick up it's side. She'd made sure to soak her tongue quite well, leaving it lathered somewhat in her saliva, as she started sitting up. Sitting up on her knees, stroked her shoulder back down the length once again, as she proceeded to kiss her way upwards, towards the tip once more, her fingers following in a long, massaging stroke.

Finally sitting on her knees, with her lips inches away from the tip, she looked back up to the Sayaad, lustful glimmers of excitement in her eyes. A fang bit at her lower lip, before opening wide and inviting the head in without much warning. Purring again, her lips vibrated around the thick head, as her own bobbed slowly on the tip. Her ears remained low, as her hands joined in, stroking up and down the full length, before she started scooting backwards a bit on her knees. She lowered herself, bringing the tip of the Sayaad's cock with her, placing her hands back on the bed.
Starting to bob again, she slowly brought more of the impossible length, down her tight throat. She was slow, but eager, using her body to make little thrusting movements, pushing deeper and deeper. As her jaw parted, mawing over the massive thickness of the Sayaad's length, she soon met the point where her little fangs, and teeth, started scraping slightly against the ridges of the woman's cock. The fangs were sharper then her mother's, adding a little more scratch to the gulp, but nowhere near sharp enough to cut through the sturdy meat. Her eyes looked up, yet to gag on the huge length, having swallowed it a good way down, without much hindrance. The issue, would be soon, and the Kaldorei would start struggling soon. But, the smaller woman was, as her race, a warrior, and battled on. A gag finally escaped her, leading her to thrust her body a little harsher forward, pushing the massive cock further past her gag reflex, allowing her to start swallowing properly. Her jaw started aching, but still she didn't stop completely, as her breathing was now being hindered, and she wanted to impress this Demon. Wanted to do, as she'd promised.
And, with a flicker of that promise, she reached a hand for Amisaith's waist, grabbing it as she grimaced, and pulled herself forward, choking on the massive length, as she took it past that deepest ridge, whimpering with the pain in her jaw.

Choking softly again, her fingers tightened on Amisaith's waist, eyes flickering open as she gagged on the massive length, currently bulging her little throat to make room for it's girth. She kept it down for a moment, looking up for Amisaith's reaction, before finally starting to pull back a little. Maeline was no wonder-child, and would never be able to take rough treatment to the throat, without dislocating her jaw like her mother's had. But when she got to control it, she -could- take Amisaith to the base, and she was quite proud of this.
 
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