Verita looked up, her folly showing in her widened eyes. She was greatly overpowered, and ever so frightened of Lillith before her. Anywhere else but in this cave she would have blindly raised her weapon and charged forward, secure in her faith that she would be able to escape, or at least convince the woman to let her leave. Now she knew better.<br/><br/><b> "Y.. Y’vaste…’’</b>she whispered, remembering the name she had given a very long time ago in the woods.<br/><br/><b>‘’You are not well.. ‘’ </b>She wanted to start, hoping that by talking she would be able to buy herself some time. In the corners of her eyes she could see the shadow of her soul walking backwards, leaning against a wall to just sit back and watch. It was all that was left to take her last hope of salvation away. There was nothing that could help her, if even the one she shared her mind with wasn’t going to do anything about this.<br/><br/>Verita heaved of the smell of dead flesh Lillith was bathing her face in. Her tears were all but dried up now, as even squirming only added to the sensation of feeling the elfs burning hot body against her naked skin.<br/><br/>Once the elf was finished with her puzzling proposal, Verita gasped of the intense feeling she had gotten from the stroking tail over her folds. The intense heat of her own body shocked her, yet somehow felt surprisingly good. But it was not something she was going to relish in at this very moment. Her eyes could not leave the sight of demonic hunger and mixed lust in the eyes of her captor. It was both terrifying and enticing to know that her lost friend was going to rape and ravage her body first before tearing her limb from limb to sate her hunger.<br/><br/>She could however feel the hardened nipples press against her own body. The soft fleshy mounds of dark grey weigh heavily against her own creamy-white flowering buds. Her own body looked pale in comparison with the matured and curvy body of her friend. Something she could not resist looking at, as she finally pulled away her frightening eyes from the burning coals of lilliths gaze. Suddenly she found herself wishing she had never left Aberion, as the feather in the Lilly’s hands from her hair tickled against her cheeks.<br/><br/><b>‘’Please.. Let me leave…’’</b><br/><br/>And all this time, a dark shadow with an amused smile was watching the scene unfold before her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>