Addiction

"You smell like bloodthistle, demon," a tauren addressed Karasae, "Explain yourself."

"My mistress was asked to dispose of it, and she in turn asked me to dispose of it."

"And what do you plan on doing with it?"

"I was going to bury it."

The tauren chuckled before responding, "If it was some other plant, perhaps that would be useful. However, bloodthistle will simply grow. Give it to me."

As Karasae handed the bundle over to the tauren, the blood elf who was escorting him added, "Our people have a natural weakness to bloodthistle. It is always better if another race disposes of it for us."

Green energy coursed through the tauren's hands and into the plant. The leaves withered and turned black before crumbling into dust and blowing into the wind.

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When Karasae got back, she saw Nessa working again.

"It's gone," she said with a sigh, "How are you holding up?"

"I'm fine. It was a lapse of judgment and it wont happen again."

Sliding up behind Nessa, Karasae added, "Why don't you take a break with me?"

"I have a lot of work to do right now." Nessa replied coldly. Scoffing, Karasae went to sit back down and watch Nessa work.

Nessa continued to work night and day. She didn't sleep and barely ate. Karasae constantly tried to make her sleep, but was greeted with the same response everytime. In fact, she only ate because Karasae brought food for her and insisted that she did. She kept this up for two days, showing no sign of fatigue. However, the demon began to notice something else about her.

Nessa had started favoring her injured hand. She almost always kept her arm limp, and never used it. She did everything she could with her good hand. Karasae walked up to her and delicately took the injured hand by the wrist, lifting it to her face level to get a closer look. Nessa yelped in pain and looked at her with a mix of fear and shock.

"Is it really that bad?" Karasae asked, looking at her summoner's hand. It was swollen and red; and the swelling was spreading.

"I..."

"It's infected. You need medical attention."

"B-but, my work-"

"Nessa, this is serious."

"Okay," Nessa sighed, "Okay."

Karasae went with Nessa to the hospital, and they were directed to a doctor's office. When they entered, he instructed Nessa to sit down and removed her bandage. The area around it was swollen, and the wound tract itself reminded Nessa of the dead scar.

"It's infected, alright," he sighed, "You can't just throw a bandaid on something like this and expect it to go away."

"It's from shadow magic if that makes a difference."

"I know this already. And yes, it does make a difference." Holding up a small bottle with blue liquid inside he added, "This is going to hurt, you might want to look away."

Nessa looked away, but Karasae didn't. As the doctor poured the blue liquid into the wound tract, Nessa clenched her jaw to avoid making a sound. Puss oozed out of the wound and the doctor wiped it away. By the time the bottle was empty, the infection appeared to have vanished. He put a new bandage on the wound.

"Sister, please take care of yourself," the doctor said sternly, though not completely without concern, "You look like death. If you don't get some sleep, you really will die."

Back at home, Karasae expected to have to urge Nessa to get some rest. Much to her surprise, the blood elf went straight to bed without even saying anything. She was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. As she watched her summoner sleep, a twinge of guilt made itself known in her. She felt bad for having hurt Nessa in the first place; even if she didn't mean to. She walked over to Nessa's alchemy equipment and began working on the sample analysis.

Although there was much that she wasn't capable of, the simple analysis was just that. She had seen Nessa do it so many times that she could repeat the process. She looked over Nessa's notes to see what was important to write down, and made her own notes to match. Time wasn't her concern; she wanted to let Nessa sleep. All she knew for sure is that she had gotten a rather large bit of Nessa's work out of the way before she woke up.

"Karasae," Nessa said groggily from bed, "What are you doing?"

"Helping you get your work done. How's your hand?"

Nessa raised her hand to her face and cautiously poked through the bandage with her finger before replying, "I think it's healed."

Karasae set down the vial she was holding and walked over to the bed, sitting next to Nessa. She helped Nessa remove the bandage. The wound was indeed healed; leaving only a small pink line where it once was.

"I'm sorry I hurt you, sweetie," Karasae said, "I just didn't want to see you go down that path."

"I understand," Nessa said, then smiling she added, "But next time you want to punish me, make it kinky instead."

"Oh I intend to. You need to learn your lesson properly." Karasae removed handcuffs from her satchel and grinned.

"But-"

"But nothing."

Karasae pulled Nessa's hands behind her back and locked them in place. She struggled a bit, but didn't put up a real fight. Karasae reached under the blood elf's robes and pulled her panties off somewhat roughly; then stuffed them in Nessa's mouth. She held them in place with her hand while she grabbed a rope before tying the rope around Nessa's head to hold the gag in place as Nessa tried to protest. Karasae forced Nessa's legs open and touched her most sensitve area. Nessa jumped, not expecting Karasae to go there so quickly.

Nessa didn't particularly like getting to the point so quickly. She wanted Karasae to kiss her, hold her, caress her, and get her in the mood. As humiliating as it was, she knew the demon knew her body too well for her to put up much of a resistance. Before long, Karasae's fingers had made her wet, even if she didn't really want to be.

"You really can't resist me, can you?" Karasae asked softly. Nessa shook her head and she continued, "Do you know why I like to torture you? It's so easy to make you come, but keeping you on the edge is a challenge."

Karasae produced three fel vibrators, activating them all immediately. The first one went into Nessa's pussy. The demon didn't seem to notice the blood elf's muffled screams; or perhaps wasn't concerned. She licked the second one to make it wet and pushed it into her summoner's ass. This didn't really surprise Nessa, but she couldn't help but squirm anyway. What did surprise her is that the demon took a roll of tape from her satchel and taped the last vibrator to Nessa's clit. Nessa struggled and squirmed, mumbling through her gag. Just as she was about to come, the demon lowered the speed of all of the toys and smiled wickedly. She tied Nessa's legs together and got up, going back to the alchemy equipment.

"I have a lot of work to do if I want to give you a chance of meeting your deadlines," the demon said teasingly, "Don't go anywhere."

As Nessa squirmed and wimpered, Karasae calmly continued working as if nothing was going on behind her. Nessa watched the demon work, and began to realize just how easy most of her job was. Karasae was able to drive her up the wall with the three toys even as she continued to analyze the plant samples. She tried to scream through the gag, but Karasae made no motion to indicate she was listening. The demon was of course paying very close attention to prevent her from coming, but she pretended to ignore her as part of Nessa's punishment.

Nessa looked at the remaining stack of samples and thanked her lucky stars that the demon worked quickly. She could only hope there wasn't another delivery soon.