The succubus’ abusive tongue probed and searched alongside the trolls with uncanny dexterity. A hoarse sigh left the throat of the blood elf, clearly making it abundantly clear how well she enjoyed this act of sinful, delightful corruption of the priestesses mind and body. That tantalizing mental vertigo which came in the wake of arousal was kept expertly In check, mimicked in the concentrated mindset of the blood elf; she radiated a wish, no.. a demand to be in absolute control of her victim.<br/><br/>Her hands persisted in their relentless bodywork, feeling, weighing, massaging and groping; At one point, however, Bahiyya’s impatience spurred her to pull out in the fabric of the trolless’ robe, curl her fingers and in one harsh, long gesture, rip the entire fabric apart; an impressive and violent act in itself, but then again there were certain benefits when tapping into the Fel.<br/><br/>Immediately, the general temperature of the room assaulted the now half-naked trolless – and so did Bahiyya; forcing the trolless to face the blood elf, Bahiyyas left hand accosted Tamaskas right mound with urgency; her other hand flew around the trolless’, planting a firm, auditory slap on her left butt-cheek before letting the delicate fingers dig into the pillow-soft skin in a not-so-delicate fashion. The blood elf purposefully broke the kiss to stare directly into the aroused face of her victim; it was a randy, maliciously satisfied expression that effectively melted away any notion of “innocence” that Bahiyya might have been faking previously.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Oh, I’ll please you, angel; I’ll relish hearing you whimper and moan like that delightful little plaything you are, toy.” </span>She snarled through an exposed grin, her head enough for their nosetips to touch.<br/><br/>The hand at her butt travelled up to her undergarments and with little pause, a single sharp nail was spurred on by supernatural forces to grow razor-sharp. The nail tore through the undergarments fabric draping across the trolless’ hip, causing the soaked panties to drop to the ground.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Now, scrrreeeeam for me..”</span>the succubus said through a rattling, smiling, long-held moan as the blood-elves index and middle finger took the opportunity of an already soaked cunt, sliding in as deep as the third set of knuckles while the hand formerly kneading her exposed breast travelled around to trolless’ back to press her figure against the blood elfs.<br/><br/>The warmth and softness of Tamaska was like kinetic drugs to Bahiyya; this unspoiled flesh was hers for the taking and playing. It was a thought that pleased and provoked her own building arousal.<br/>Bahiyya ate her victim with her eyes, and more importantly cheered seeing the imperfect (atleast compared to herself, she thought) but striking trollish beauty willingly letting herself taste forbidden fruit.<br/><br/>Emberspike emerged from the adjoining room, carrying with him a mug of cinnamon tea; the first hints that this was a setup manifested in the fact that he barely even slowed down when seeing his accomplice ravaging their supposed “guest” in such a lewd fashion. A simple smile was spread across his goblinoid face as he moseyed towards the table. As he was walking there, he said:<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Aawww, and you’s started without me. Well A’ aint doing nothing  before I gots my cup.”</span><br/>His voice seemed to distort and pitch down into a deep, snarling perversion of the nasal speech he performed in the bar; but had that been the only distortion worth noticing…<br/><br/>It was as if the goblin discharged a plume of smoke that undulated around his body; to Tamaska, it might seem odd if she had the mental oversight to notice what happened – but in essence, the imp simply dropped his illusion, cancelled the magic.<br/>However, to call him just an imp would be a gross understatement. His entire body twisted and turned within the supernatural smoke-screen and when he broke through the momentary “shield”, it seemed as if a new person entirely had manifested:<br/><br/>Emberspike stood a good 1,89; He had the same muscular, humanoid build as his goblinoid counterpart, but on this much larger shape, he made a much more massive presence.  His skin was a somewhat deep, hellish red with tints of orange. Black, fiendish runes ran alongside his bulky forearms only helping to add to his generally devilish impression.<br/>From each side of his head, two massive, curled dull grey horns emerged having the same runes imbedded into their bony surfaces.<br/><br/>His face was almost a chapter in itself: it had a strange, reptilian character to it with some vaguely humanoid characteristics; His smile was disturbingly broad and riddled with an impressive amount of razor sharp teeth that enabled him to grin almost inhumanly wide; His jaw seemed to protrude out from his skull, adding an orcish part to his unearthly appearance.<br/><br/>Curiously, his clothes had adapted swimmingly to the metamorphism: This hell-born creature was draped in the same white, impeccable shirt and the same sturdy leather trousers and boots; It was ironic, but this civilised way of dressing gave him an absurd measure of class… In combination with the fact that Emberspike apparently liked cinnamon tea, the aforementioned absurdity rose to new heights.<br/><br/>Incongruity aside, as Emberspike leaned against the table putting one thigh up on the wooden surface, it looked like he was going to enjoy the show of Bahiyyas sexual molestation. His devilish, crooked smile became a full-fledged, lewd grin that would remind Tamaska of her situation.<br/><br/>Bahiyya noticed his presence after a few beats and turned the poor trolless forcefully to have her entire exposed body facing the demonic thing; she slid in behind Tamaska and snarled through a clenched grin:<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Now be a good girl and show what you’re made of to him.”</span><br/><br/>Before she was given any real chance to do so herself, the blood elves right hand seized the poor girls’ right breast from behind while her other hand dove straight her legs before spreading her netherlips with ring- and index finger, while letting her middle finger toy across the painfully sensitive flesh in between.<br/><br/>Bahiyya relished this perverted fashion of forcing another to throw away all dignity; she loved how Emberspike spread his toothy grin and she adored how his pants bulged seeing the trolless in her arms like this. But most of all, she almost idolized how the fiend before her was patient.. oh so terribly patient, just enjoying the sight of their new, obviously shared, plaything.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>