Falithas chuckled at the honorable pleas of the pretty young draenei. It was all very noble, surrendering herself in defense of her black queen... The only flaw with her supposed sacrifice was that in that moment L'lara was -still- being all but tortured, left upstairs for the blood elfs thorough use later. The young things hadn't saved her for a moment; they'd simply provided an interesting prelude to the main event, so to speak. Furthermore, he'd been offered the -perfect- leverage tool; they would do anything for their mistress.<br/><br/>"So honorable, so noble, and yet so incredibly stupid. Do you think I'm going to wear myself out on you two? No... I'm going to flood your wombs, bind you, then go and do much, much worse to your bitch of a leader. You girls - tight though your horny little cunts are - are just practice. A warm up."<br/><br/>His eyes flickered right, watching the expression on the draenei hanging suspended by her wrists, with her snatch exposed but her insides still untouched by anything more significant than cool wafts of air. It was she who was stuck watching, listening and witnessing the sordid detail of Falithas' actions. His hips would hammer against her companions, sending them bouncing up. The girls tits would swing, her arse would mold itself beautifully, and her mouth would almost threaten to -moan- despite herself.<br/><br/>As his excitement grew toward it's peak he drove faster and faster, panting breathlessly and gulping down air. It seemed like he was constantly clapping against his chosen targets rump, filling the room with a clapping noise that -almost- drowned out the lewd squealches of their sexes grinding together. Over and over he pummelled his way into her, growing a little closer with each squeeze of her walls and each hurried rub against her soft insides. The pleasure surged through him, taking over more and more of his body til he was tensing, freezing up, and spraying her insides with thick waves of his cum. He smirked as he felt it flow out of him and into her, leaving himself locked in place for the entire sordid moments. When he drew away - followed by a tendril of spunk intent on connecting their sexes - it was only to slap her arse hard and ruin her precarious balance.<br/><br/>"You're both very, very fuckable. Now, how deep does your loyalty to your mistress go?"<br/><br/>Elive, suffering less than her sobbing companion, curtly replied with an aggressive: "To the ends of the earth."  It was the perfect retort for Falithas' plan.<br/><br/>"Very well... Then we'll test it. The two of your will be unbound. Each time you make the other girl cum, I'm going to leave your Mistress alone for... shall we say quarter of an hour? When I'm not leaving her alone... I'm going to be whipping her fat arse, while her mouth has to deal with my cock." He turned to his assistant and nodded. "Go ahead. Send me a magical message each time."<br/><br/>The assistant frowned momentarily, before the smirk on Falithas' face answered her unspoken question. Of course they couldn't send magical messages; but then Falithas didn't intend to honor his end of the bargain anyway. He strutted out, to deal with the unconcious ambassador.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>