The Shadow ducked his head and entered the wagon.  He waited for the orks to lift Tristan's groaning and squirming form and then moved to stand before the elf.  He reached out to toy with one of her ringed nipples.  "A request..." he chuckled, "But you can offer me nothing in exchange that I cannot simply take from you.  And how are you ever to make ready for our bonding without a handmaiden?"<br/><br/>Turning but not removing his finger from where it teased the dark ring, he lifted his other hand and began to speak softly in a language older than even Lauralana's.  And even with the cruel rings, she felt the power of his divine magic flare up.<br/><br/>From the corner, Anna's cries grew louder.  And slowly less and less incoherent as her body flushed and healed itself, unblemished skin spreading to cover her as her body twisted itself back into the proper shape of a young human woman, though as it did the unmistakable swell of her belly and breasts was now plainly visible.<br/><br/>Turning back to Lauralana, he let his fingers trail down to tease the ring in her pearl, dripping his finger to her moisture and rubbing it into her pierced nub.  His chaotic eyes swirled with amusement as he offered up the silent proof of her body's reaction.