<span style="color: #4d4dff">"You forced me... you forced me to submit... and I will never forgive you. Torture me and be done with it, demon."</span>She started to pant like a bitch in heat despite herself, her anger at war with her desire.<span style="color: #4d4dff"> "Ana is a slave... in a gilded cage- I will die before that... I will never accept you." </span>Her nails bit into the bed and she started to snarl again but it turned into a deep moan as she came again, hard enough that it seemed to even distract her for a moment.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"I am an Elf, something... you abandoned for your demon masters. My only need... is your head on a pike."</span><br/><br/>Crimzon's clothing vanished as she submit to Tyrande, letting her legs spread and her hands move up to cup her lover's breasts.<span style="color: #660000">"I want you to have me, my beloved. Feast on me as I feast on you, take my strength and make me sing your name to the goddess."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>