Addiction

Karasae stopped what she was doing and looked up. She felt something she didn't expect and furrowed her brow.

"I don't think the other demon is in this world anymore." Karasae said with a tinge of alarm.

"I hadn't noticed," Nessa said, still curled up in bed, "Can she even leave on her own?"

"No, something's wrong."

Karasae put down the vials she was working on and turned off Nessa's equipment. She stepped outside to be free of the sound blocking barrier and immediately heard a lot of shouting from a distance. She couldn't make it out at first, but it was getting closer. Several people were shouting, and it sounded like guards were trying to stop someone.

Before she could make out what was going on, Erilas rounded the corner of a building and made a bee line in her direction. He was drenched in blood; some from injuries he sustained fleeing guards, some from those who had gotten in his way. There was an injured tauren chasing him as well. The bloodthistle was making him both fast and dangerously crazy at the moment, so even the tauren couldn't really catch him.

"Demons!" he screamed, raising his bloody sword as he rushed towards Karasae, "I'll destroy you!"

Once he was close enough, Karasae planted a kick right in the center of his chest. When her hoof connected with his breastbone, he tumbled backwards. As Erilas tried to get back up, the tauren caught up to him and snapped the bones in his forearm, making him drop the weapon. The blood elf barely had a chance to scream before the tauren's large hand palmed his chest and raised him up into the air. He was brought back down to earth with a ground shaking thud, knocking the wind out of him. The blood elf guards finally caught up to him and pointed their polearms at his throat to discourage him from trying to get up; as if that was really necessary at this point.

"What's going on here?" Nessa said from behind Karasae. The demon was a little surprised and turned around to see her summoner clutching her stomach.

"Another bloodthistle addict," one of the guards panted, "He ran through the city attacking everything in his way. He even went through the inn. Are you okay, sister?"

"He didn't touch me, I've simply fallen ill recently," looking up at the tauren, she noticed he was bleeding profusely from the shoulder and added, "And you brother?"

The tauren paused for a second before replying, "It is odd to hear someone of another race call me that; but yes, I'm fine."

"We are all family in the Horde, Tauren."

"Mistress, please," Karasae interjected suddenly, "This doesn't require your presence. You should get some rest."

While Nessa went back inside to lay down, Karasae quickly ducked in and took a frostweave bandage, then went back outside. The guards were taking Erilas away already, and the tauren was beginning to walk off.

"Wait," Karasae said, "Let me bandage your arm."

He stopped and turned around, and Karasae trotted up to him. She tried to reach up to bandage his arm, but he was simply too tall. This made him chuckle a bit before sitting down so she could properly wrap his wound.

"Cloth wearers make too big of a deal out of simple injuries like this."

"If my mistress cares about your well being, so do I."

"Ah, yes. I think I know who you are then. There are rumors back home of a rather articulate demon who truly cares about her summoner's health. That's you, isn't it?"

"It might be. There has been an increase in tauren interest in Silvermoon City, why?"

"Mainly the alchemical and herbalist research being done here. If your summoner has taken ill, you should take care of her. I will be fine."

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Several days passed since Nessa was injured from the vibrators. Though she was still a bit sensitive the second day, she was able to get back to work. During this time she found nothing even hinting to the plague's spread. She was beginning to get annoyed with the whole thing.

"You know what?" she said finally, "I never even saw the research that indicated a spread of the plague. I think I need to pay my dear old colleague a visit."

Before Karasae could even respond, perhaps suggesting that Nessa might calm down if she got laid, Nesa was out the door. Karasae followed quickly, ready to protect her summoner in case her temper got her into trouble. Nessa stormed into another blood elf's office, startling him from his work.

"I want to see your notes from your discovery of the plague's spread." she demanded.

"Very well," he said, handing her an open lab book, "It's all right there."

She looked at his notes, which included several drawings and calculations. Finally, she closed the book with a smirk. Holding it by the bottom corners, she looked at the cover for a moment. Without warning, she swung the book angrily, hitting her colleague across the face and knocking him to the floor.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

"You don't know the difference between plague residue and corpse dust?" she yelled, "All this time I've been studying copious amounts of useless samples because you're an idiot! Either report to Kanas that you failed or I will."

She threw the book at him and stormed out. Her face was flushed with anger as she went back home. Karasae stuck by her side, wanting to find an opportunity to calm her down. When they got inside, she had her opportunity.

"Are you okay?" Karasae asked.

Nessa sat on the edge of her bed and sighed, "I just wish I hadn't trusted someone else's research now. What a waste of time."

"Well at least you can relax now, right?"

"Yeah, I don't suppose they will have much more for me to do. I must have studied every plant in Eastern Kingdoms already."

"And, um... are you still bruised?"

Nessa smiled and responded, "I think I'm okay now. You poor thing, you're used to having me everyday, aren't you?"

"Of course. And you? We never finished before."

"Mmm, what do you think?"

Their lips met, and Nessa closed her eyes to savor the moment. It had only been a few days, but it felt to her like forever since they touched. Karasae stroked her summoner's cheek and smiled.

"Missed me?" the demon asked softly.

"More than anything."

"Tell me what you want."

"I think you know what I want... just be gentle."

Their lips met again, but this time they were slightly parted. Nessa's tongue slid into Karasae's mouth. The blood elf's body was more sensitive than usual; perhaps because they didn't get to finish what they started last time. She was lost in the moment, so much so in fact that she didn't notice Karasae was removing her robe until it fell past her shoulders. She let the demon disrobe her completely and lay her down. Karasae tied Nessa's wrists together with a soft scarf to the headboard.

"There, sweetie," Karasae said with a smile, "Gentle. And no vibrators, okay?"

"Just make sure I can't get out."

"You wont be going anywhere. You look so sexy tied up like that... I really wish I could just show you off."

Nessa turned away for a moment. Just when Karasae though she had offended her summoner, she replied, "I know a place..."

"What do you mean?"

"There's this club in Ghostlands. I've never actually been there, but if the rumors are true I could find it pretty easily."

"What sort of club."

"All I know for sure is that it's a place that welcomes sex and bondage. But..."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Nessa. If it's something you aren't interested in just say so and I'll never mention it again."

"It's not that, I'm just scared."

"I'll protect you, I promise."

Nessa had always had a weakness for those words. Whenever Karasae said that, she felt like nothing could ever go wrong.

"I can take you there tonight." Nessa said smiling.

"I think we should get you ready then," Karasae said, a rather evil smile spreading across her face, "You wont get to come until we're there."

Nessa pulled at her bondage and replied, "You have to keep me tied up until we leave then... I wont be able to control myself."

"If that's what you want," Karasae said with a broad grin.

Simply touching Nessa's nipple set her right off. She was squirming and burning for Karasae's touch. By the time Karasae's hand made it down to Nessa's pussy, she was already wet. She spread her legs wide and rocked her hips. Karasae was shocked at her behavior, but it didn't slow her down. The torture Karasae had put her through before was obviously having its effect on her. Nessa was on the edge again in no time at all, trying desperately to hump Karasae's fingers. Karasae pulled away, making Nessa shriek in frustration and struggle.

"Please! I wanna come!"

"Not yet. You can come when we're at the club. Then you can come in front of everyone."

"I can't take it! Karasae, please!"

Karasae ignored the blood elf's pleas and continued to edge the poor girl into a frenzy. Nessa begged and struggled, demanded and swore, but she wasn't allowed to come. Karasae let her rest from time to time before continuing her torture, but it seemed to only make Nessa more desperate. At nightfall, the demon finally reached to untie her, but paused before actually doing so.

"You wont try to make yourself come, do you understand?" Nessa nodded and the demon released her before continuing, "Get yourself cleaned up and get dressed, but no underwear."

Nessa did as she was told. When she was dressed she said, "You aren't going to be mean to me there, are you?"

"Well, it depends what you mean by that."

"I know you're still going to be a tease, but you'll be loving, wont you?"

Karasae walked up to Nessa and touched her cheek softly, "I wouldn't dream of being anything else."

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Nessa led Karasae through a winding path in the forest which had been kept strangely devoid of all animal life. She could feel a trickle of her juices running down her inner thigh and was suddenly glad that her robes were long. When they got to the end of the path, there was a large door in the side of a much larger tree. Nessa hesitated. This was night elf construction. She grabbed Karasae's hand as the demon knocked twice on the door. As it opened from the inside, Nessa's suspicions were confirmed. A night elf stood in the doorway with a kind smile on her face.

"Greetings, Sin'dorei. Do you speak common?" Nessa nodded sheepishly and the night elf continued, "We mean you no harm here. I am from the Cenarion Circle. Please come in."