Under Iseniel's haughty state, Nymiri fidgeted and her lips curved into a sultry pout. Alonya's dark presence seemed to be working perfectly in the young priestess, leaving her disoriented and pliable. When the warlock further chastised the addled priestess her shoulder slumped and those kissable lips quivered. There was a brief nod, a barely perceptible admission of her guilt and Nymiri hung her head. She was not rude not was she a child, so why had she done such a thing?<br/><br/>The silence made the night elf more tense and she started the shift her feet nervously. The melodious laughter made her head jerk up and Iseniel could see Nymiri's pupils were fully dilated and her eyes were glazed. The priestess was falling farther under Alonya's influence it seemed. The fear still flickered across her face and the priestess would tense sporadically. Nymiri's mind screamed for her to fight but she could not understand what she was fighting against. It did not make sense.<br/><br/>Those unfocused blue eyes swept to Alonya again and she stared again. She was beautiful even though she looked strange. There was a flare of fear like a best of angry hornets in the back of her mind and the Night Elf shook her head trying understand why her instincts were screaming at her to run. Running was rude and was what got her into trouble in the first place. Why had she been running in the first place? She tried to remember but the only thing she could remember was the feeling of Alonya's hand taking hers and how the heat had warmed through her body.<br/><br/>Her breathing was ragged when her mind snapped back to the present. Alonya was walking away and still the blood elf had that piercing green gaze locked on her. Without the succubus standing beside she felt all alone and the feeling of fear rose up again. Perfect white teeth bit her bottom lip nod she took an unconscious step back toward the door. Nymiri whimpered but was unable in her current, fel-influenced state to connect the desire to flee with the dark haired woman in front of her. Her head shook, tousling her navy hair as her mind fought to reassertion itself.<br/><br/>She was about to turn when the heat enveloped her again. Nymiri felt Alonya grip her shoulders lightly and straighten her to face the other elf again. Iseniel would see those brillint blue eyes glass over again as more fel-energy poured in the trembling little servant on the light. Those beautiful blue eyes widened at the feel of the hot, soft lips brushing one of the most sensitive spots on her body.  Breathless, desperate  noises fell from the Elf's slack lips with each passing second as the heat ignited nerve ending sending  waves of sensation through her. Iseniel recognized the little whimpers from their previous time together. Nymiri was in real trouble.<br/><br/>As quickly as the powerful feeling had begun it ended, leaving her feeling drained. The heat still suffused her though and it seemed to mostly pool in the out of her stomach, making the squirming more apparent. She could not think of anything other than the heat and the succubus' words purred into her ear. Alonya was right, was she not? Nymiri should kneel. Her mind worked to figure it out but the decision was taken when she was shoved to her knees with force.<br/><br/>That azure gaze looked up at the Sayaad with a furrowed brow, a look of apologetic confusion. So engrossed was she in the beautiful features of the succubus that she did not immediately realize that her bra had been removed to display her perky breasts. When she did though she made to try and cover herself. Alonya caught her arms before she even had the chance and pulled her arms behind her back until her elbows touched. It did not hurt the flexible elf nor was it a comfortable position but  the result was definitely alluring. Nymiri knelt with her back arched and breasts thrust out staring up at the warlock.<br/><br/>The feel of the forked tongue against her ear drew out another hoarse moan from the now shivering priestess. The words filtered into her mind even though the other women's sweet perfume made it hard to think.  "Mistress, may I please earn your forgiveness?" She almost said the part about keeping her eyes down aloud but realized just in time that it was meant to be a direction. Why was she having trouble thinking? Still she lowered he eyes as ordered, chewing her lower lip again, worried the Iseniel would not approve of her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>