Exile of a hero

Nessa climbed off the bat outside the walls of Silvermoon. The Kor'kron guard had forbidden her from using the orb of translocation in the ruins of Lorderon to return home. Her leg now only hurt when she put weight on it, but Arithi's dagger was rather vicious. She summoned Karasae to help her walk, and together they made their way slowly across the field and up the steps.

"I can't believe you're doing this," Karasae said, more than a tinge of concern in her tone, "You can flee. We can live alone, like most warlocks who-"

"No. I'm tired of this shit. I am sick to fucking death of the persecution of my people."

Two guards at the gate immediately approached, flanking Nessa and Karasae.

"Captain Kanas has requested your presence," One of them began, adding with palpable disdain, "Commander"

As they walked slowly through the city, people stopped and stared, whispering to each other. She was certainly well known by this point. As fantastical as her escape had been, the rumors somehow managed to make her seem even more bold, painting a picture of hordes of ruthless demons paving a path of blood for her departure. Four warlocks approached Nessa in full battle regalia, but with their hoods pulled back, each with a different demon in tow. She recognized them immediately - they inhabited the warlock's den in Murder Row.

"We'll take this from here," Zanien said to the guards, a certain authority in his tone, "You two may leave."

"Captain Kanas has requested that she be escorted to his office immediately upon her arrival."

"And so she shall." Talionia replied, "Leave."

The guards complied grudgingly, if only out of fear. With a new escort, Nessa was a lot more confident about walking through the city. Talionia looked down at Nessa's leg and continued speaking.

"Alamma has organized a few of his students to keep watch over your home in your absence. Left unchecked, it would have been vandalized."

"And to what do I owe the privilege of such organization on our people's behalf for my benefit?" Nessa asked weakly.

"When you landed near the city, our scrying picked you up immediately. Many of us are also tired of the persecution of our people, and this is a fine example. They organize a crowd, gather with torches to drive you from your home, and for what? A veteran of the wrathgate, a commander, lead alchemical researcher, and none of that means anything because you seek comfort in a demon's arms? No. This will not stand. If your execution is scheduled, the trouble your felguard caused will seem like a childish prank compared to what we will do. Cute how they refused to heal your wounds, making you limp through the city like a wounded dog. Here."

Talionia handed Nessa a vial, from which she drank immediately. Within seconds, the pain in her leg vanished, and she was able to walk without Karasae's help.

"Thank you, sister. The Dark Lady has said I will not be executed, but I fear this is hardly the end. You all endanger yourselves by associating with me."

"Warlocks have never been safe, Nessa," Zanien interjected, "Silvermoon is not the least forgiving of the Horde cities for us - that honor goes to Orgrimmar. And even so, you risked life and limb to defend the warchief. The way they cast us aside when they no longer have use for us, or we become too inconvenient, is very reminiscent of the humans' betrayal."

Nessa cringed at the mention of humans, "Fucking pigs."

"The orcs or the humans? Either way, your hate should be directed at the paladins. In case you've forgotten, they are the ones who have done the most to drive us underground over the years."

The group stopped at the door. Nessa rolled her shoulders, straightening up as she prepared to see her commanding officer.

"Go in alone, but do not dismiss your lover." Talionia said, "He will take everything he can; don't let him have your pride."

Nessa nodded and walked in alone. Kanas looked up from behind his desk, his brow furrowed. Without a word, he stood up, coming around his desk and walking over to her.

"I once thought Koreli was the biggest disappointment of my subordinates. You have quite aptly topped anything he did."

"By defending myself?" Nessa glared at Kanas, her tone laden with defiance.

"Watch your tongue, little girl. You speak to a superior rank. In light of your service to the Horde, mostly your actions in Northrend, you have been cleared of any charges of treason."

"How kind."

"However, there is no way to smooth over or ignore your actions in Silvermoon."

"This isn't about attacking those people. Enough with the charade, Kanas."

"Then I'll get right to the point, you impertinent little bitch!" Kanas snapped, his teeth bared, "You are hereby stripped of all rank within the Horde military and relieved from duty permanently! Your work in alchemical research is no longer needed, and any current or upcoming projects are canceled, effective immediately. From this moment forth, you are not authorized to represent the Horde, or Silvermoon, in any way, shape, or form. Do I make myself absolutely clear, Felwhisper?"

"Crystal."

"Then get the hell out of my sight, demon lover."

"As you wish, paladin."

Nessa turned and left, finding her escort still waiting for her when she exited the building.

"Please tell me he turned red with rage," Zanien smirked, "We could hear him shouting quite clearly from out here."

"Perhaps just a little." Nessa replied, her facial expression making it clear that she had no sense of humor at that time.

Karasae held Nessa's waist gently, looking into her eyes. "I know this isn't how you wanted it to happen. I'm sorry for not being more careful."

Nessa shook her head, embracing her demon tightly. She shut her eyes, her voice lowering to almost a whisper. "Don't blame yourself... please. I never blamed you. I would give up a lot more than a job to be with you."

Talionia shook her head, sighing. "And this is what they hate you for. Unbelievable. And to think I once wanted diplomacy with those zealots."

"Diplomacy is a noble goal, sister," Zanien replied, "But the paladins never saw us as allies. I could run into a burning orphanage, saving children with the aid of my minion, and be accused of setting the fire. They hate us, and always will."

"I'm sure you want to rest, sister." Talionia said, turning back towards Nessa and Karasae. "Let us escort you home."

Nessa nodded, finally releasing her embrace from her lover. She wiped away a tear streaming down her cheek, gripping Karasae's hand in her own. The group of warlocks and demons walked together. People cleared the street as they came through, not wanting any part of what they had heard. Others glared at the group from a distance. In front of Nessa's home, two warlocks stood guard. The rest of the group stopped short of Nessa's door.

"We are prepared for the worst, sister." Zanien said, pulling his hood up, "You make us proud by returning to face your commanding officer... former commanding officer."

"Thank you for all you have done." Karasae said, turning to the group.

Talionia smirked, pulling her hood up last, "Be worthy of her sacrifice, demon."

The group turned and left, and Nessa entered her home. Another warlock was inside with her imp, cleaning up. She jumped when she heard the door open, turning quickly to face Nessa.

"Oh! M-Miss Felwhisper!" The woman began, turning red, "I'm j-just cleaning up. There was broken glass and-"

Nessa cocked her head to the side, smiling warmly. "Please be calm. I was already informed that Alamma had some of his students come to watch over my home in my absence. Thank you for doing so. You seem to have me at a disadvantage. What is your name?"

"Cassia Sunspire."

Nessa leaned in a little closer, her brow furrowed slightly. "You look awfully young to begin your training. You can't possibly be a day over sixty."

Cassia reddened further, smiling. "I'm actually ninety-seven. I should let you have your privacy, but I will be standing guard outside should you need me."

She scurried off, opening the door just enough to squeeze through and quickly closing it behind her. Nessa went straight to the kitchen, trying to find something to eat quickly.

"I can't remember my last meal," Nessa said, sounding a little stressed, "And all this magic drains more than mana."

Karasae helped her get ingredients, having remembered watching her prepare a sandwich before. She hesitated suddenly, a thought occurring to her. She looked over at the woman quickly throwing together another sandwich and spoke, a little unsure of herself.

"Is this... sufficient for you?

"It will do. I'm very hungry right now, so I don't want to bother with a full meal. That would take a long time to prepare."

Karasae nodded slowly, thinking. "Let me help you prepare a full meal later."

Nessa took a bite of her sandwich and smiled. After swallowing, she replied, "If you think you're up to it. A pity you cannot eat with me."

Karasae laughed, covering her hand with her mouth. "That's a myth, dear. The truth is, I can eat, just not very much at a time. My body does not really need the food, but I can eat, and taste, just like you."

"When is the last time you ate?"

"Never."

"Pity, that. Food can be a major factor of the enjoyment of life."

"And yet you throw a few random things between bread slices."

Nessa shrugged, finishing her sandwich. "I was often too busy with my work to cook. Since I've been relieved of duty, perhaps that will change."

Karasae suddenly grabbed the warlock by the front of her robe, balling her hand up in a fist in the cloth. "You've been a horrible, careless warlock. You need punishment." Nessa's eyes went wide as Karasae pulled her close, forcibly kissing her on the lips. The elf yelped and giggled as the demon picked her up effortlessly, slinging her over one shoulder. Carrying her into the bubble, the demon gave her a swift slap on the ass before dumping her on the bed. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting to be mean to you?" Karasae growled, an evil grin on her face.

"I was beginning to think you'd forgotten how."

Karasae pounced her summoner, straddling the woman's hips. She took both of Nessa's wrists and stretched them above the elf's head, pinning them with one hand.

"How's that attitude of yours now?"

"Defiant to the end, slut." Nessa replied with a grin.

Karasae laughed, reaching over the side of the bed for a rope. Holding it up, she added, "If you want to ever wear this robe again, I suggest taking it off now."

As she released Nessa's hands, the warlock, unfastened the top of her robe, pulling it down off of her arms. Immediately, Karasae grabbed the woman's wrists again. She quickly bound Nessa's wrists, then leaned back to inspect her work. Nessa pulled at her bonds out of reflex, but knew from experience that she wasn't going anywhere.

"Let's see," Karasae said, toying with one of Nessa's ears idly, "How many things do I need to punish you for?"

Nessa shook her head side to side, trying to escape the demon's fingers, until Karasae used her free hand to press the warlock's head to the side, immobilizing it. "Bitch!"

"Ah yes, that mouth of yours, of course. Then there's your ignoring your training, attacking your people, and making me carry you. Oh, and that whole business with letting a paladin get within melee range. Tsk tsk... careless little girl." Nessa thrashed and growled while the demon played with her sensitive ear, as if being electrocuted. "You're going to hurt yourself if you keep that up."

"Fuck you!" The demon finally released Nessa's head, allowing her to straighten her neck. The elf panted for air, having exerted quite a lot of energy while struggling. Karasae moved down, pulling the robe off the warlock and removing her boots. Nessa bit her lip, actually thinking about what the demon had said for a moment. When she spoke again, there was a tinge of sadness in her voice, "Hey... you know I don't mean it when I say those things to you, right?"

Karasae paused, looking up with her brow furrowed. She crawled up on top of the warlock, looking into the woman's eyes. "When have I ever been offended that you swore at me in bed?"

Nessa turned her head to the side, hesitating to reply. "It's just... I really have been horrible lately."

"Bah, you are such a silly bitch sometimes. If I was actually upset with you, you wouldn't be naked." Nessa suddenly felt cloth invade her mouth as Karasae stuffed the elf's panties inside. "Now stop ruining the moment."

Nessa squealed in protest, squirming in her bonds. Despite her struggling, or perhaps because of it, it would be a complete lie to say that this wasn't where she felt she belonged. Every touch of the demon's fingers, lips, or tongue on her helpless body made her react. She was safe; she was vulnerable; she was the mistress; she was the submissive. She allowed herself to be taken advantage of by a creature she could dismiss with a mere thought. At anytime, she could turn the situation around, but was instead ruled by her desire to be powerless. She displayed her devotion by submitting when she had no other reason to do so.

As the demon's fingertips ran slowly down the elf's body, Nessa's skin tingled. Even as she struggled, she spread her legs obediently. Karasae's every touch was gentle, light, soft, and unbearably teasing. Her stiff nipples felt as though bolts of electricity were shooting through them as Karasae flickered her tongue across them quickly. Nessa was heaving her chest as best she could, but the demon held her down with superior strength. The demon finally made her way to her summoner's slit, barely stroking the outer petals. Karasae looked up at Nessa.

"Do you have any idea how much I love seeing how my touch affects you?"

Nessa spit her gag out to the side, looking down at her lover. "As much as I love giving myself to you?"

Karasae crawled back up, her fingers still between the woman's legs, and kissed Nessa deeply. She slid a finger slowly into the warlock's wet crevice, making the woman gasp. "I love you so much."

"I love you too! Ahh! K-Karasae!"

Nessa trembled at first as Karasae's finger moved ever so slowly in and out of her. The demon was looking into her eyes, and she maintained eye contact as long as she could. Eventually, the teasing became too much for her. She shut her eyes tightly, craning her neck back. She screamed and pulled at her bonds, begging for mercy. The demon sped up in response, which felt briefly like relief, until Nessa quickly found her first orgasm approaching, and Karasae was hell-bent on not letting her have it.

"I should keep you like this for days!" Karasae growled.

"No! Karasae! Please! Ahhhh! I want to come!"

"Fuck what you want. Suffer for me."

"You're torturing me!"

"Good. Now shut the fuck up."

The demon shoved the elf's panties back into her mouth, making her whimper. Nessa's clit became more swollen as Karasae continued to deny her the climax she so desperately sought. Finally, the demon stopped completely, not touching Nessa at all. At first, she tried to take the opportunity to cool down, but quickly realized that it was actually worse without the teasing touch. Karasae watched her intently for a few minutes as she squirmed and whined, finally removing the woman's gag.

"Where is your place, Nessa?"

"Under you, always."

Karasae suddenly plunged two fingers into her lover, kissing her full on the mouth. Nessa's eyes opened wide. She screamed into the demon's mouth as a wave of orgasm came crashing over her. The helpless elf lost herself in bliss, both unable and unwilling to leave the demon's embrace. Karasae finally pulled her tongue from Nessa's mouth, leaving her fingers inside the elf's wetness as their foreheads touched.

"I missed this so much." Nessa panted.

"You're not going anywhere, lover. We're just getting started."