COMMISSION: Legion - Beholden, ch.2

Author's Note: Yo, tentacles! Time for a new installment! As a reminder from last time, the client's character is Amelette, who you may know from many commissioned art pieces such as this one! The story also features Devah, of Dungeonrunners fame! Enjoy!

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‭“Alright, so the wine didn’t work…” a ragged sigh came from Vezira, the leader of the cell of rebels Amelette had been working with. With a foe as cunning and thorough as the Legion, it was best to keep information in isolated batches, small groups working towards the same goal, while not knowing overall strategies – that way, if they were captured or tortured, only a limited amount of intel would end up in the enemy’s hands.

Vezira was the commander of the Leyriders, one of those small cells of the greater Nightfallen, and was perhaps the worst mage Amelette had ever seen among her people, unable to reliably cast spells even nightborne children would find simple. She was, however, a fighter – intricate chainmail glittering beneath a tattered black cloak, an leather patch covering most of the torn flesh surrounding what had once been an eye. Her skin was a little darker than Amelette’s, hair shaved on the sides and pulled into a high ponytail. She was exactly what you would imagine when you thought ‘rebel splinter lieutenant,’ and lived up to the aesthetic.

“Well…” Amelette fidgeted, chewing on her lower lip, hands behind her back. It had been some hours since her encounter with the succubus, and she had only just finally managed to make her way back to the speakeasy where the Leyriders made their main base. “It didn’t get me in, but it certainly did end up… distracting the guard.” She swallowed nervously. If she returned, it would get her back in the clutches of Devah again. Then again, was that a bad thing?

“Did it now?” Vezira ran her tongue across her teeth, thinking for a moment. The conclusion seemed quite clear, and it didn’t take her long to reach it. “Do you think you could do that again? If you can keep the guard distracted, I can get a covert team in close, just long enough for recon on their defenses in that area. It’d be closer than we’ve ever gotten before.”

“I… I don’t know if…” Amelette squished her thighs subtly against each other. She could still feel the dull ache in her ass from her time in the demon’s ‘care,’ though she didn’t dislike the sensation. She’d be subjecting herself to who knew how much more deep, intense satisfaction of her tight ass, and… well… “Yes! S-sorry. Yes, I’m sure I can do it again! I’ll just need more arcwine, is all, and you’ll have to really hang back so you don’t blow my cover. Assuming it’s the same guard as last time, I should be able to get her away from her post. Just wait until that felguard’s made his patrol, and it’ll be the perfect time to make our move.”

Vezira took a moment to digest the pitch, gears turning in her head as she considered what moves to make, what team to bring. “I appreciate your sacrifice, Amelette,” she said, offering a solemn nod to the mage. “We’ll move out in two days time; make whatever preparations you must before then.”

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“Hey, Dev,” Ste’zax paused as his patrol brought him to the succubus’ outpost, taking a moment to stretch and roll his shoulders out. “See anything?”

“I saw a gnome for a few seconds,” Devah sighed. “Little fucker tea-bagged in place for a few seconds, cloaked, then flew off in a beaten-up gyrocopter.”

“I hate when they do that,” Ste’zax frowned. “Alright, well, I’d better head off. Need me to pick anything up for you on my way back around?”

“Nah,” the succubus shrugged, “I had a late lunch, figured I’d just take a nap, maybe watch the boys throw axes at captured spies.”

Ste’zax nodded, then lingered a moment longer than was necessary, until Devah’s total lack of further acknowledgement finally encouraged him to go, returning to his long patrol. A few minutes passed – until the felguard was truly out of sight – and Amelette was given the signal to move ahead with the plan. Lingering out of Devah’s view, Vezira and a small handful of nightborne rebels busied themselves with the components needed for a field of invisibility, something that should conceal the entire group as long as nobody got too close.

Amelette steadied herself, clasping tightly to her new bottle of arcwine as she made her way out toward Devah’s post. In a way, she was even more nervous than the last time she’d tried this – the element of the unknown was gone, of course, but it was replaced by certainty of reprisal. She knew, or at least assumed, exactly what would happen when Devah inevitably stopped her. Though… she’d be lying if she said a big part of her wasn’t looking forward to it.

“Hi! Um – Devah!” Amelette said sheepishly, tucking the wrapped bottle behind her as she approached. The demoness spotted her quickly, arching a brow and folding her arms across her chest in a haughty stance.

“Well, well; I wasn’t sure you’d come back, little thing. Couldn’t get enough?” Devah took a single step forward, letting the mage close the rest of the distance before reaching out, grabbing Amelette firmly by the hips and drawing her close. Her dark lips met the nightborne girl’s, stealing a long, possessive kiss while one hand drifted lower than her waist, slipping up under that airy pink garment.

“Eep–!” Amelette bit back a gasp as she felt two fingers prod firmly against her asshole, one sliding in deep, then the second, the succubus wasting no time in ‘trying out’ the hole she’d designated as the only one Amel was permitted to use. “We’re… w-we’re out in the open, Devah….”

“And?” Devah nibbled the girl’s lower lip, grinning wickedly as she pushed her fingers a little deeper. A thrill rushed through Amelette slim figure, combined with intense embarrassment – this wasn’t just the risk of being caught in public, she knew the other Leyriders were actively watching her, and now, probably getting a distinct impression of just exactly how she planned to ‘distract’ the beautiful guard.

“I…nnh… what if someone…?” she bit her lip, reflexively pushing herself closer into Devah’s body, shuddering as those fingers rocked back, then pushed into her once more, causing her little hole to tighten and quiver around them. She tilted slightly sideways, a subtle encouragement for the succubus to turn and face her in kind… and face away from the small team of cloaked nightborne taking position, readying themselves to scurry past the instant Devah was out of the picture.

“Mrmh,” the demoness grumbled slightly, a hint of annoyance in her voice. The rebel in her wanted to be caught – the nightborne were irrelevant, but she’d love for the Legion to realize just how little she cared about their supposed domination over her. Nonetheless… it wasn’t the right time. Not for that. Not just yet. “Perhaps some privacy would be better,” she said, though an icy tone crept into her sultry voice, a clear sign that she not only found the suggestion annoying, but that she found following through on it to be infuriating.

Despite that visible annoyance, though, she let her fingers slip free of Amelette’s asshole, giving her backside a little grope and slap, then taking firm hold of one perky cheek, using it to turn the elf around and begin to ‘guide’ her back towards the abandoned restaurant. The last thing the mage managed to spot before being led towards inevitability was a glimpse of the Leyriders, translucent and keeping low, barely as visible as a heat wave – scurrying past Devah’s post and toward the Nighthold. She just hoped whatever they got would be worth all the effort.

Now, though, Amelette had only to worry about herself. It wasn’t long before the two reached the restaurant, just as empty as it had been before, though magical automation kept it clean, free of the build-up of dust and grime one might expect of an establishment so long left dormant. “Alright, darling,” Devah purred, seeming to have overcome her prior annoyance – or it at least having fallen into the background in the face of impending sex. “Get on your knees. Let’s see just how much you missed me, you little slut.”

“Uh…?” Amelette let out a few seconds of confused babble, but nonetheless dropped to her knees in front of the succubus, looking up at the dangerous scarlet beauty towering over her. “I, erm, I-I just–”

“There’s no need to make excuses,” Devah flashed a fang-filled grin, “is there even arcwine in that bottle you brought? Or were you just so eager to come and enjoy round two that you’d make up any reason to cross my path?” Biting her lower lip, the demoness unfastened the front clasp on her snug black pants, wrestling her thick red cock free of its leather cage, letting it breathe and start swelling to full size at the sight of the nightborne girl looking up at her with those big, silvery eyes. “So, since you were clearly so excited to come get another piece of Devah… why don’t you show me.”

Amelette swallowed hard, licking her lips as she was left eye-to-eye with the tip of the demon-girl’s massive cock. While her backside may have been inexperienced, her mouth wasn’t without skill – the issue was with Devah’s sheer size. An above-average nightborne penis she could handle with plenty of grace, but Devah was a succubus, and watching that thing loom so ominously in front of her made her wonder how she ever got it up her ass at all.

Nonetheless, this was what she’d signed up for, and there was certainly something exciting about the challenge. Taking a deep breath, she offered a short nod – as much one of resolution as acknowledgement – and leaned forward, closing the few inches between her face and the scarlet beast before her, already nearing full hardness. She brought her tongue to its tip first, tapping, then swirling around the tip, letting out a soft coo as her senses were filled with the thing. It had a flavor that was strong and dark, not unlike whiskey or fresh tobacco in its dangerous intensity, but far more spicy, organic, sensuous. Amelette pulled closer, opening her mouth as wide as it would go, as if just testing the thing’s size, and found it very close to the limit her jaw would stretch. She could take it… but she was definitely going to be sore afterwards. To climb a mountain like this, though, it would be worth it.

“Finally just realizing what you’re dealing with, mm?” Devah let out a dark, melodious giggle, running black-nailed fingers through Amelette’s silky tresses, not grabbing onto them yet, but a reminder that she was very much both willing and able to. “Go on, show me how much you want it. How deep you can take it.”

Amelette’s lips wrapped fully around the head, both hands reaching out to take gentle hold of Devah’s hips. There was certainly some strain in her jaw as she fit the throbbing thing in her mouth, taking in its musky heat, but she quickly found her saliva generously coating the thick shaft, leaving the red flesh glistening, lubricated enough that it could more easily navigate the mage’s overstuffed mouth. “Mmrrhlhh…” the elf girl murmured, pausing just before it reached the back of her throat, tongue scrambling wildly just to find a place to be as Devah’s hard cock completely occupied her. “Mmrrcchh…!”

“Oh, don’t give up there, little thing,” Devah flashed fangs once more, her stance widening, hooves planted firmly… and her fingers finally tangling into those soft white locks, forming a fist. With Amelette’s head firmly in grasp, the succubus pushed forward, taking the final steps that the young mage seemed either unable or unwilling to take herself. Amelette’s eyes widened, immediately starting to water as she struggled not to gag, the pulsating crown of the demon’s girldick finally starting to push down her throat.

“GlllllcchhHh–!” the elf spluttered, sucking air in deeply through her nose. She held the breath as long as she could as Devah thrust into her, using the elf’s hair as a counter-point to the movement of her own hips, ramming that thick cock deep down Amelette’s gullet. She took a good half-dozen indulgent pumps forward before finally drawing back, letting the mage gasp for air, strands of saliva forming a messy web between lips, chin, cock, and even the nightborne girl’s nose. “Hahh… hahhh…” she panted, seeing stars for a moment, then feeling that massive dick thud onto her face, not so much a proper cock-slap as Devah simply allowing the weight of her shaft to drop naturally. It covered most of her face, the demon’s balls resting on her chin while the tip extended well past Amelette’s brow.

“Get to know this dick, cutie,” Devah bit her lip, pulling her top up over her head and tossing it to the side, fully freeing her full red tits, pawing at one of them with her free hand while the other guided her cock, rubbing and grinding it insistently against the mage’s face. “It looks like you’re going to be seeing quite a lot of it. Especially once you’ve been properly trained.”

“Tr-trai–?” Amelette hadn’t even fully finished her bewildered half-protest before the succubus shoved her cock back into her mouth, pushing it down the elf’s throat without hesitation. After several more long, lustful thrusts, she shoved in deeper than ever, enough that a slight bulge could be seen in Amelette’s throat, her eyes now watering so much that it caused her makeup to run, strands of black streaming down pretty blue cheeks, though not quite reaching her jawline. Devah held her shaft in place, relishing the way the mage’s throat shuddered and squirmed around her planted girlcock, waiting for lack of air to redden Amelette’s cheeks before she finally slid back out with a triumphant, glaring grin. Gasping for breath, the dazed elf reeled back slightly, shaking the stars from her eyes and trying to get her bearings, her face increasingly coated in a mixture of drool, tears, precum, and now, mascara. “Hahh… pffhh… N-Nightwell, I….”

“I must say, I’m a little surprised,” the demoness purred, giving Amelette’s face another few light whacks with her cock, not enough to injure or even sting, merely demean. “I heard how much you nightborne love sucking dick, but you really managed to keep that whole thing down. Just shows how eager you were to come back here and get properly played with. Now…” a clawed fingertip hooked under the shoulder-strap of Amelette’s gauzy pink tabard, tearing it with blade-like precision, then following suit on the other shoulder. “Let’s see those cute little tits of yours.”

With the garment’s anchor-points torn, its entire top half fell forward, overlaying Amelette’s thighs but exposing her flat belly and firm breasts, small enough not to be overly pendulous, but large enough to fool around with – the latter trait of which seemed to be Devah’s focus. The succubus bit her lip, restraining a dark, husky chuckle as her fingers tightened in Amelette’s hair, lifting her a bit so that her cock was level not with the girl’s face, but with her chest. Both hands then came to the elf’s sides, pushing those smooth, pert breasts against one another, giving both a long, indulgent grope before thrusting her hips forward again, sliding the tip of her heavily-lubricated demoncock up between that silky valley of cleavage, trapping herself tightly between those lush swells of soft flesh. “Ahhn…” Amelette swallowed hard, still catching her breath, but nonetheless extending her tongue and letting a long spool of saliva drip down it, pooling between her tits and adding even more wetness. “Be careful, my… erm, m-my breasts sometimes….”

“Oh? You aren’t keeping secrets from me, are you, little thing?” Rebellious to the point of predictability, Devah kept her rod nestled tightly between those azure globes, but put her hands to work doing more than simply holding them in place – groping turned to kneading, thumbs arcing up to press and bully Amelette’s hardened nipples. There were only a few things breasts ‘sometimes did,’ and while Devah was incorrect in this specific instance, she was in the general area. Teasing, squishing, and occasionally tugging at the nightborne’s sensitive tits, even as she slid her cock between them, had Amelette shuddering with pleasure, her face screwing up in a string of little gasps and winces, leaving her tongue extended so that the demon’s cocktip could stroke along it at the apex of its thrust.

After a few moments, Devah was rewarded – not only by the obvious pleasure of pumping her shaft between Amelette’s tits with increasing speed and eagerness, but by the mage girl’s tender nipples beginning to moisten, then finally leak. The succubus’ private assumptions about what exactly they would leak turned out to be very much in error, however. Rather than milk, the liquid coaxed from them was silvery and translucent, glistening, almost weightless, colors dancing off of it like light off of oil. “Hnnh… nnffh, I….” Amelette murmured, cheeks flushing, though this was more exciting for her than she was willing to let on; beneath the mantle of cloth laid across her thighs, one hand hand slipped down to rub and tease at her drenched slit, anything to channel her arousal into direct pleasure, even if she knew it wasn’t something that Devah allowed.

“My my, and what is this?” Devah arched a brow, sliding her shaft free from between the elf’s breasts to grind it against one nipple, coating it in the shimmering substance, not quite liquid nor gas. “Secrets, indeed.”

“It’s…” Amelette fidgeted, “it’s… mana. Sometimes when we… euh, it’s complicated.” There was genuinely no explaining the phenomenon of bio-mana byproduct in terms Devah would quickly grasp, and getting granular would certainly kill the mood. Better focus on something that the succubus would like. “Here…” she brought her free hand to her nipple, dabbing away a bit of the eldritch discharge and dabbing it between her breasts, repeating the action with what her other nipple had leaked. “It tingles, see?”

“Ooh, well aren’t you full of surprises?” Devah let a shudder run through her as she pushed back up between Amelette’s breasts, sinking the tip of her cock into the girl’s mouth on each up-stroke, and finding what she’d said to be entirely true – this strange liquid mana that the elf was lactating did have a tingling, almost effervescent quality to it, sending sparks of pleasure arcing up and down the length of her shaft. She let out a soft, heated breath, then a moan, keeping both hands planted on the mage’s tits, both to keep them squeezed together around her, and to continue to knead and grope them, coaxing out more of that shimmering, weightless fluid. “Ohnn… ffhuuuh….”

Keeping her mouth open to repeatedly take in the end of Devah’s girlcock, Amelette continued to rub herself under the suspicious veil of fabric covering her nethers, teasing her pussy with caresses that started off as cautious and uncertain, but quickly became frantic and needy, growing bolder and bolder when she noticed that the pleasure was starting to overwhelm the succubus. Devah wasn’t watching her anymore, not closely – she was letting herself be captivated by ecstasy, from the slick, smooth valley of Amelette’s chest, from the warm, inviting wetness of her mouth and tongue, and from the sorcerous spillage from her stiff, sensitive nipples. Devah’s head was thrown back in delight, her own gorgeous tits bouncing with the torque of her own forward thrusts, and Amelette knew full well what was soon to come.

As Devah’s moans finally rose to a bitten-back wail of pleasure, Amelette let out a gasp, opening her mouth at the most inopportune moment – or perhaps the most opportune, depending on one’s point of view. Shot after shot of hot spunk rocketed out of that throbbing red shaft, the first few blasting directly into the elf’s mouth, before several subsequent rounds laced across her face, adding further to the mess of saliva and running make-up that had Amelette looking like as much of a slut as she felt. A few final, lesser spurts of spunk shot straight up, falling back down to pool in the mage’s cleavage, dribbling down her mana-leaking tits.

“Hah! Fuck!” the succubus gasped, taking a few moments just to catch her breath, taking a long swim in the haze of pleasure that had encouraged such an auspicious money shot. “We’ll have to find out what else you mana-addicted little gremlins have in store, maybe your–”

As she descended from her high, Devah’s eyes scanned back down to a cum-drenched Amelette, finally drifting down past her bare tits and to the cloth covering her thighs… and the hand beneath them. The elf’s shoulder was visibly shifting back and forth, a clear indicator that the nightborne was disobeying the cardinal, and singular, rule that the demoness had imposed upon her. For a moment, the elf’s heart stopped in her chest – she’d been caught, no doubt about that, and clearly promised punishment. “I… u-um–”

Devah’s harsh gaze softened, and the demoness reached down to take the mage’s free hand, guiding her up to her feet and then tilting her backwards, laying her back down onto one of the abandoned restaurant’s tables. “Poor thing, poor thing,” she said, her voice soft, a little teasing. With one wrenching gesture, she tore away the scrap of cloth concealing Amelette’s misdeeds, leaving the nightborne fully nude… and exposing her drenched, hairless slit. “Perhaps I’ve been too restrictive on you. I have, haven’t I? I haven’t even touched this little pussy you seem to attached to.”

“I’m sorry, I…” Amelette swallowed hard, biting her lower lip as she was spread-eagled on the table, legs dangling off its edge. The succubus leaned in, pressing the tip of her semi-hard girldick against those wet folds, pressing gently. “I just got so….”

“Oh, I understand. It demands your attention – it wants to be fucked hard. It betrays itself to you…” another gentle forward rock of her hips. Devah’s dick was turning around in record time, approaching full hardness again, but just when it seemed like the demoness was about to finally push inside, she withdrew. “...And you are too weak to ignore it.”

Amelette let out a yelp, her body tensing up as the succubus delivered a swift spank to her soaked slit, followed quickly by a second, then a third. She clenched her teeth, shuddering – just like Devah had said, her pussy was craving to be touched, but the sudden pain disrupted that desire, quelled her weakness. “AaAHh!”

“I’d hoped I could trust you, but it seems I’ll need to think up a more permanent solution to your temptation,” Devah purred, delivering another sharp slap to the elf’s womanhood, causing it to start reddening. “In the meantime, I can still have some proper fun with you.” She didn’t wait for further protest or permission before taking hold of Amelette’s hips, turning her around and bending her over the table – she’d already taken the girl on her back once, now it was time to take her from behind. And with their extensive, messy oral encounter a moment ago, it didn’t seem like magical intervention would be necessary to provide suitable lubrication.

Amelette clenched her teeth as she felt the tip of Devah’s hardened cock pressing up against her backside, reaching back to obediently spread both pert buttcheeks to allow the succubus easier entry, an attempt to atone for her insubordination. Moreover, a great part of her was excited to feel this again, to see if it would feel as good, and as wrong, as it had the first time. She was already heady with pleasure, nipples tingling and pussy burning from those firm spanks, intoxicated by the aura of fel magic that Devah reeked with… but her tight elven ass remained unviolated, something she’d known it was only a matter of time before the succubus rectified.

Fingertips dug into the edge of the table as Devah’s rod slowly pushed inside, the succubus taking time to relish every second of feeling Amelette’s backdoor resist, then relent, inch after inch of hard demonic cock gradually sinking in. It was truly delightful the way the elf’s asshole would tighten down, then relax again, gating progress every few inches if Devah didn’t force her way past it. In this case, she entered Amelette at the girl’s own pace, giving her all the time she needed to gasp, adapt, and moan out, giving her time to enjoy every second of being invaded until, finally, the demon’s rod was buried all the way inside. “Mmn, there we are, darling,” Devah purred, caressing one hand up along the elf’s side and hip, the other holding her steady. “Isn’t this more rewarding than giving into your base, simplistic urges?”

It took a few moments for the words to properly penetrate Amelette’s clouded mind. Once they took hold, though, they did carry a ring of unexpected truth – playing with her pussy had been nice, but... easy, obvious. Having Devah’s massive girlcock gradually stuffed up into her tight ass was challenging, even uncomfortable at first, but as she acclimated she could feel intense pleasure radiating through her in bright, wild waves. “Nnnnhhh…” she groaned out, not providing proper response. All Devah needed, though, was to feel the way Amelette’s ass tightened and shuddered, rippling along her length in response to any small movement. There was no doubt as to the truth of what she’d said, and it spurred her on further.

Now that she’d finally gone as deep as she could, the succubus began to withdraw, then push in again, gently drawing her nails up and down along the delicate skin of the nightborne’s butt. She took the girl deeply but slowly, only increasing the force and tempo of her thrusts when she felt Amelette fully adjust to what had come before. As Amelette relaxed more and more, though, her body heating and her gasps and winces fading to moaning and squirming, so too did Devah’s pace increase, ravaging the mage’s asshole with long, rough pumps that grew faster and faster, a whimper drawn from Amelette each time Devah’s hips slapped against that upturned blue backside. “Ahnn–! How quickly your tight ass adapts, like you want me to take you harder and harder. I can feel the way you squirm and spasm… be honest, little thing, how soon before I make you cum again, using only your little ass?”

“Ghh… I don’t… I t-think…” Amelette stammered, eyes squeezing shut for a long moment, losing herself in the ceaseless pounding, absorbing the way everything felt, how pleasure continued to lance across her body each time the succubus buried herself into her ass. Lifting herself very slightly, she rolled onto her side, both legs winding side-saddle around Devah’s hip, topmost arm reaching out to clasp one of the demon’s hands in her own, hanging on for dear life as she was thrust into again and again. She could feel it bubbling up inside of her, threatening to explode out – and at long last, the elf let her mind go clear, and let that spark of ecstasy finally overwhelm her.

Soft, breathless moans rose into a passionate wail, fingers and toes curling and clenching, her asshole tightening down around the thick crimson cock inside of it, locking it into place and churning around it. Orgasm hit long and hard, like a boom of rolling thunder that never seems to end, only extended when Devah, too, relented, and unleashed her fel seed deep into the mage’s compromised backside.

It pumped into her in several long, powerful shots, somewhat diminished in comparison to the enormous load deposited on Amelette’s face earlier, but nonetheless impressive. The elf shuddered as she felt it slowly fill her, burbling inside of her, not only its warmth but the musky potency of its demonic nature – still magical, regardless of how corrupted it was; sunshine to Amelette’s flower.

After a long moment, Devah fell forward, wrapping her arms loosely around the elf and entangling with her, planting a long, possessive kiss on Amelette’s lips. “You’re going to need to make these visits more often,” she cooed, one hand gently caressing along the perky curves of the mage’s butt.

“Mnn… I suppose I…” Amelette swallowed hard as the mist lifted from her thoughts. While she was certainly the submissive party in this pairing, she had control in a sense – Devah was largely unable to pursue her, and had to wait for Amelette to initiate contact. Something important to remember, she supposed. What she didn’t expect was the strange sensation of guilt she was feeling, the knowledge that she’d deceived the succubus to let her allies slip through. She wondered how they were doing. “...I s-should go, I guess,” she stammered, only to have the words kissed away by the affectionate demoness.

“Stay with me for a little longer,” she said, after a moment. “No one will miss me at my post for a good while, yet.”

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“You said this isn’t the first time she’s left her post?” a voice like barbed velvet rumbled, deep and feminine, though the back of its owner remained turned away.

“That’s… that’s right,” relented Ste’zax, the felguard holding his helmet uncomfortably in his massive hands. “It’s just a little worrying, to me. I know she doesn’t like the position, but it’s strange of her to run off, and I just hope everything’s going… okay. Maybe you can get her another post, somewhere with a little more action?”

The second figure, far taller and leaner than Ste’zax, turned slightly, just enough that the felguard could catch a glimpse of the side of her face, of one burning yellow eye looking back at him. “Thank you for bringing this to my attention,” the shivarra said, ignoring everything else the demon had said. “We will take this information into strong… consideration.”

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