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What is there to say? Describe a scenario or some shit? K.
>Exhausted by the end of the run, the others are more concerned with leaving than with watching their backs.
>None pay heed to the menagerie of demons then at my beck and call, my service to the party dutifully carried out.
>The human mage is accosted, her robes set aflame by wild imps before her portal is cast, fleeing in a panic as the clinging imps tear her clothes apart.
>The Illidari man, our frontline, moved to intervene, but a dark hand stilled him, compelled him to his knees as the Tyrant loomed behind him.
>The rogue was clever, she lived in the shadows, yet even as the Blood Elf struck her stunning blow a Felguard's axe struck her in kind.
>At my command the Felguard slammed her into the dirt, his armored fist crashing into her face and rendering her a limp, twitching heap, a later course for my carnal feast.
>But first the main.
>Her silvery robes frayed in panicked contest to escape the Dreadstalkers and Charhound that pinned her, her cries to Elune cut short by screams of pain at their raking, fiery claws, I savor her struggles for a moment.
>With a wave of my hand the demons part, the Dreadstalkers pinning her hands in their razor maws.
>Another wave of my hand and a flash of purple about the Priestess' neck.
"Go ahead," I say, sauntering forward, casually undoing my belt, "call out to your Goddess."
>She lashes out in the demonic tongue forced upon her, then grinds her teeth, her cheeks burning a deeper shade of purple.
>The Dreadstalkers drag her upon a rock, and I kick open her exhausted legs.
>I drag my tongue along her neck, up her cheek, savor the taste of her fear before I sheathe myself inside her.
>Her demonic protests and cursing serve only to stoke my dark urge.
>She calls out to the Illidari, but under my sway he can but watch in soul-quaking rage and horror.
>Perhaps I will have him clean her after I've had my fill.