Vorela continues to moan in pleasure as he fills her, shuddering at the warm cum filling her up, her teeth tightening on his neck, her claws digging into her scales, though she's a little distracted, and barely notices when he teleports away to Nadriina. The drow continues to lie on the ground, panting heavily, as the 'strange' lust that overcame her finally starts to fade. "Fa-fa-familiar?" she says, equal parts fascinated and horrified. "What... how? I... this... what..." She stares at him in incomprehension, trying to wrap her mind around the idea of someone like her becoming a familiar, a major reversal of roles, for a wizard like herself.