<em>You ask so much of me,</em>the staff laments.<em>Driving me like a cruel slavemaster.</em>Laughter fills her mind.<em>In all honesty, though, I will need to rest and recover, after this. You've used me fairly extensively, and I think my reserves are beginning to run dry. I don't believe I'll be able to offer my full spectrum of power, tomorrow. But I can still manage this; this is enjoyable.</em><br/><br/>The tendrils snake out from the staff, caressing her face and head, brushing against the horns and causing them to fade away into nothingness. The tendrils then trail over her body, making minor tweaks here and there.<em>The extra mass has to go somewhere, after all,</em>it explains. The angel looks disgusted by the staff's actions, and surprised, as it wraps around the cock, and, surprisingly quickly, causes it to vanish.<br/><br/>She cries out in alarm, though, as the tendrils suddenly plunge into both Amara and Nelchael's vagina's, thrusting deep inside. "What's going on?" the angel cries, struggling and trying to pull away.