L'lara jerked herself away from his touches, only to realise she was merely choking herself on the firm grasp of his hand on her damned collar. She was however not giving up, her harsh awakoning made her flip her hair back and stare with her deep darkened eyes at the bloodelf. Every colour of her once beautiful light brown hazelnut eyes has disappeared into a dark void of shadows, everlasting movement of contained power she was withholding with al her strength to not get hurt once more by the painful enchantment on her collar. Her glare had lost some of the fire that it had had before but not nearly enough. She was clearly a willful woman and, even though her body ached of the imploding powers, and her skin burned of the horrible magic she was struggling more then ever. Though it had lost every effect, her muscles were barely able to lift up her legs as she tried to kick him hard with her hooves, only able to slip her knee over the carpet, burning the soft skin of the fast rubbing movement. It however had freed herself for just a slight moment from his rubbing and slick movements over her bare folds and bum.<br/><br/>"She screamed of frustration as she shouted the words at him.  "Y-you Foul creature! You don't deserve to live! I will curse the light that falls upon your body, I will purge you from your demonic deeds of lust, I will.. I will.. I will burn your cock with the blinding light of taking my sisters purity! Oooh.. I will.." Her last words lingered, and a soft flash of light trickled over her skin before surging back in her veins, making her grit her teeth of the pain that it caused her. Her will to resist the urge of trying to bombard the elf with all her strength and powers was whimpering with every moment she looked at him, his slick fingers and the movements that he had made on her bum were confusing enough as it was.<br/><br/>"Let me go now.. And I will go easy on you.." Even in the hopeless position she was, on her knees, with her bum faced to the elf, she was still making threats, still believing she had a chance. Then when she realised the image of her girls weren't burned on her eyelids anymore she saw them projected on the wall, shivering and trembling in each others arms as they tried to kiss each other, their cheeks wet from the streams of tears. They looked embarrassed, pained and alone, and it visibly broke the heart of L'lara.<br/><br/>"L-l-let.. them go.. p-p-please.. they're still so young, haven't even-even seen the battlefields.. yet..." Her words were a whisper, almost sounding like a begging, if not for the demanding tone that was ever so present in her attitude, she sounded broken enough. A lonely tear found it's way over her flushed dark cheek, her eyes softly turning back to brown as she couldn't stop looking at the two whimpering young priests, crying in each others arms, blood still dripping from one of their thighs.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>