Whoever was the fool who thought that pitting two slaves against each other would be an amusing past time for their lord had made a merciless mistake. And his time will come, Azeerae was sure of it. Till now she was looking at all that took place from the ether, merged with the shadow of the Demon Prince himself. But now it was time to show herself.<br/><br/>A stunning frame of beautiful pale elf flesh manifested itself from the shadow. Naked and wet, clothes quickly followed as she soon stood before them in a transparent robe, sword in her hand. She quickle knelt before her master presenting him her weapon.<br/>"My liege. My Prince. Your finger is at your command."<br/>She was one of his personal guards, and today she was guarding him personally. She looked up at him with a smile, her pheromones already mixing with his making the room even hotter. And she was getting hotter herself.<br/>"Also, my lips at your ears. What is your plan, 'o master? Were we not to wait for our belated generals? Are you maybe planing on making us a show of mating Denara with J'Gyr?" She smiled at the angel.