Imrae narrowed her eyes at Aria’s backhanded insult, comparing her to other mercenaries and hired killers. She wasn’t technically wrong, but there was a reason that she was here and not someone else. “Yes, there are others, but they aren’t here, are they? You spent an incredible amount of time and resources to track me down, so clearly you felt you needed only the best.” A smug smirk ended up gracing her dark lips. “So no, human, I don’t think you will replace me.”<br/><br/>As Aria’s gaze moved over Imrae’s figure, she would be able to see the lean muscle that covered her body. Like all elves, she lacked any sort of body hair except what was on her head. Her dark skin was a stark contrast to Aria’s. Though what was probably the most interesting aspect was what sat between her legs; a ‘gift from Lolth’ as her sister put it. Though she wasn’t sure if it was meant in sarcasm. With her sister, it was always hard to tell.<br/><br/>Imrae shoved the Duchess backward and onto the bed, climbing on top of her and pinning her down by the neck, her legs straddling the woman’s waist. “An army may be hard to come by, but one thing I have in abundance is time. You are not so lucky. You will never succeed without me.” She leaned in close to Aria, her voice low. “So let me be clear: question me again and it will be your last.” Despite her threats, or maybe because of them, one thing that was obvious was Imrae’s cock was growing and getting harder with each beat of her heart.