As her instinctual verbal objections vibrated around his aching prick, the lustful devilish master of hers crooned satisfactorily – parking your tool in a warm, slick, saliva drenched hole like this ranked among some of his most favorite sensations and with his trollish slave so positively spent like this, she drooled so messily.<br/><br/>The two piercing eyes of his regarded the result of their hapless screwing as he perched the half-burnt cigar stump between his canines again. The beauty of her cum-stained back and the ragged expression of tire painted in her face complemented this constant dribble of her abused nethers. She was a piece of art, he mused. A testament to the joys of sexual abandon.<br/>His attention swayed upwards to the public, relishing that plenty of people found inspiration in his creative usage of his fuck-puppy.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><b>Ya’ rarely have perks likes these back when I worked in the Legion</b></span>” Emberspike bragged with a haggard breath, relishing the occasional shock of dirty pleasure rolling through his spine.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><b>Ma’ own personal cock-repository – a lil’ place to slide ya’ schlong inta’ all nice an’ snug.</b></span>”<br/><br/>His fingers curled around her hair – applying some force, Tamaska was required to take a bit more of his manhood down her warm gullet. Every choking noise she whimpered only egged him further, resulting to another session of languid sucking, though this time he put more attention on hilting as deep in her throat as possible – he leered triumphantly as he subjugated her to this uncomfortable situation, and she could see how she instilled glee in him the more noisy and slobbering she was.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><b>I think ye’re fit t’walk around on all fours until I says anythin’ different, puppy. Yer’ already slippin’ into the role as a bitch in heat anyways, so our perceptions align swimmingly. Give me yer’ best beggin’ expression – it gives me a chill seein’ ya whimper fer more while guzzling on mah cock.</b></span>”<br/><br/>The imp ear-marked time to closer experience every little wet tingle of her tongue and her mouth, trying to segregate every single sensation and enjoy those one at a time.<br/><br/>The Baron dismissed the distraught major, who - following a curt bow, in which he regarded Tamaska with burning frustration and lust mingled – summarily descended from the dais, seeking the immediate comfort from a buxom lady chosen to relieve him of his tensions.<br/>The charade that was a court session ended as the Baron rose from his seat. The Sheppard immediately announced in a stately voice:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateGray"><b>His Highness retires! Further inquiries can be addressed the royal functionaries! Long Live Bruutheim!</b></span>”<br/><br/>The more diligent members of the audience began actively discussing the rulings of the Baron, but Tamaska could hear much of the madness she witnessed stepping into this court return. Slowly, almost reluctantly she felt Emberspikes warm schlong ooze out of her ill-treated mouth, strips of saliva and his manfluids splattering deftly to the floor. The imp manifested a regretful grunt, seeing that he couldn’t enjoy the fruit of Tamaska any further.<br/><br/>“<b>Sheppard. I shall take my dinner in my study in fifteen minutes.</b>” The Baron commanded in a voice that could cull the fury of Sargeras.<br/><br/>“<b>See that our “guest” is cleaned, fed and dressed for my entertainment later tonight.</b>” he followed up, placing his unseeing eyes on the stained trolless kneeling before his servitor.<br/><br/>And with not another word, the Baron took stride towards a large door leading out of the throne room to the right, two Bruutheim guards flanking him on either side. Bahiyya rose gently and swayed towards the immoral twosome as the imp fastened his trousers around his waist.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><b>Ya’ll be crawlin’ on all fours, troll-bitch.</b></span>” Emberspike announced<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><b>“..and A’ll not hear a word come outta’ ya cum-trap; whines, mewls and purrs is allowed n’ nothing else. I dunno’, A’ just found a fancy to that..</b></span>”<br/><br/>Bahiyaa clucked her tongue at her compatriot, saying:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">Atleast until I take custody of you, darling.</span>”<br/><br/>The illusionary blood elf traced a dainty finger along her long ears, small sparks of her touch rolling into the back of her skull and down her spine.<br/>Her master and mistress set course for the same door as the Baron, the chain coercing her to move on all fours. In her wake, a small dotted line of Emberspikes sperm painted across the floor.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">And when this parading is over, we have a little surprise for you, doll. I think you’ll take a liking to our little gift for your good service and exemplifying of good morals.</span>” She tittered on, leveling her sultry glare on Tamaska as she crawled in their wake.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>