Misadventure by Midnight - ch.1

Author's Note: Taking place in the same world and loosely a continuation of Under the Moons of Stranglethorn, this is an all-new WoW tale featuring... well, you're see. It's good stuff though, so definitely check it out.

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“It’s preposterous. It’s ridiculous. It’s unheard of. But... we can’t ignore your accomplishments, dubious though they may be.” Lord Ravenholdt inhales deeply through his nose, managing to look down at me despite being a good foot or so shorter than I am. “You’ve passed the test. Welcome to the Uncrowned.”

While the obvious distaste in his voice is more than a little bit hurtful, I nod graciously, forcing a smile. It’s an immense honor, no matter how begrudgingly it was given, and it’s truly amazing just to be here. I’ve finally been invited into the Underbelly of Dalaran to rub elbows of some of the greatest rogues, thieves, and cutthroats of all time -- shit, I saw Valeera Sanguinar on my way in! Garona Halforcen! Marin Noggenfogger’s even here! I may be the redheaded stepchild, but I’m here nonetheless. Hooves and all.

That’s right -- my name’s Jaeya, and I’m draenei. Guess I’m just too stubborn to listen when someone tells me I can’t do something, not that the hooves don’t give me hell whenever I try to be stealthy. I do my best to work around that, and velvet-padded bottoms work, but it’s been challenging. As I like to say, though: No challenge can’t be overcome with enough dedication.

“I trust you understand that being able to operate under our banner will include certain responsibilities,” Ravenholdt continues, his voice a bit grave and serious for my taste. “But for the moment, enjoy yourself. We’ve set up a room for you towards the back end of the sewers.”

“That sounds nice,” I reply.

“With the pirates.”

“Ah. Cool.” I fold my arms across my chest, remaining awkwardly quiet. I’ve been getting my fair share of weird looks since I got here, and while I don’t totally understand where they’re coming from, I try to accept the fact that they’re something I’m going to have to have to deal with until I prove myself to these people.

That may take some time, though, so for the moment it’s probably best that I lay low. Nervously excusing myself, I make my way through the dregs of Dalaran, drinking in the sights of a total den of a scum and villainy -- goblins and other low-lives peddle their wares on every avenue of the sewers, selling poisons or keys, offering heist blueprints, fencing whatever stolen goods they can get their hands on. Fortunately, the first place I’ve found that truly feels like home wishes I wasn’t in it. I’ll work on that.

“Greetings, everyone,” I say tentatively, trying and failing to conceal a native draenic accent as I arrive near the back corner of the Underbelly. The smell of beer and other spirits immediately assaults my nose as I make my way towards my bunk, of which I try to make the best. After all, I’d rather have bunkmates that know how to party rather than a bunch of stuck-up Gilnean special operatives like Tess Graymane and her organization of spies.

It’s a cramped space but not too badly so, little wooden partitions separating small “rooms,” each seeming to contain a bunkbed, pair of chests, and a dresser. Definitely cozy, and not even as lavish as one of Dalaran’s normal inn rooms, but I guess that’s the price you pay to live in the Underbelly with the most elite organization of thieves, spies, and assassins in the Broken Isles. True to what Ravenholdt had said, most of the rogues bunking back here are pirates -- and among them, primarily trolls and humans, though a number of cartel goblins seem to have set up shop as well.

“I’d ask if you were da new girl, but I think everyone already knows who ya are,” the voice of the woman in the bunk just below mine -- she’s mostly obscured in shadows, but from her playful, exotic accent, I can tell that she’s definitely a troll. “The horns kinda give it away, wouldn’t ya say?”

“And the tail. And the hooves. And the... blue skin, and... y’know, everything,” I murmur awkwardly as the troll woman sits up in her bunk. From the quiet chuckling of the other pirates and cutthroats nearby, it seems like my bunkmate might be a woman of some importance, if not necessarily to the same degree as Sanguinar, Graymane, or Ravenholdt himself. “Is my being draenei gonna be, like, a problem or anything?”

“I don’t t’ink so,” the troll girl says, a smirk on her fanged, if strangely pretty face. She sits up and leans forward, giving me a better look at her -- her skin is a few shades greener than my own, but still a deep ocean blue, and her hair is dyed a deep black, tossed in loose tails across her shoulders. A fashionable leather patch conceals the remnants of her right eye, signs of old scarring marking the area around it. About as beautiful as she was intimidating, and a true pirate... possibly a captain of some crew, considering the way the others seemed to defer to her, not one of the other scoundrels daring to speak against her vote of acceptance. “Ya kinda cute, draenei. Ravenholdt throws us a fish thinkin’ we gonna eat it, but I got bettah plans. What’s ya name?”

“Jaeya,” I reply honestly, trying not to anxiously gulp despite my throat filling with saliva. No, I’ve got this -- I’m not just chum in the water, no matter how much the other scalawags here might like to think I am. I got here for a reason. “You?”

“Zera Seashadow,” the troll responds, saying her name like I should recognize it. I don’t, visibly, and she seems a little taken aback -- but tactically decides not to press further. Maybe my ignorance will get me some street cred. That’d be cool. “Tell me, little girl with the hooves -- ya like t’ party? I’m startin’ to t’ink it’s time we all celebrated ya comin’ to stay with us here in Salt Alley.”

Salt Alley. So this little nook back here had a name. Fitting, I guess. “I’ve been known to get into some pretty crazy romps back on the Exodar,” I lie. The fact that Zera can see through my bluff is painfully clear by the wicked grin that immediately crossed her face, and I regret everything. Instead of backpedaling though, I opt to dig myself deeper in. “Bet I could out-drink any one of you.”

“We’ll be seein’ about dat, sistah,” Zera purrs. More pirates are starting to encroach around us the doorless “doorway” to our little flat, all women -- maybe part of Zera’s crew? She seems like the type to run an all-estrogen operation, but I’m starting to feel a little crowded nonetheless. Tucking my tail between my legs, I sit down beside the raven-haired troll on the bottom bunk, accidentally bumping my tall horns against the top bunk and immediately regretting it. Nothing like immediately pointing out why you’re unfit to be a rogue on a structural level.

The troll girl reaches under the bed and withdraws a sizeable flask, almost like a grooved bottle made of a metal I’m unable to identify. Mithral, maybe? Unscrewing the lid, she grins as she hands it to me. “Why doncha do the honors, new fish. Since ya got such an iron belly, an’ all.”

Oh man. Really hadn’t expected to need to back that claim up quite so quickly. “Oh, yeah, you bet,” I say nervously, taking the flask from her and smelling it. Whatever it is, it’s not beer. It might be rum, but whatever rum it may or may not be is something seriously fucked up, it smells so strong it’s almost noxious. I feel almost obligated to drink it before one of the Bilgewater goblins tries to use it to blow the place up.

I exhale slowly, brushing my short, shaggy white hair out of my face and tipping my head back, bumping my horns against the top bunk once again as I take a long swig from the massive flask. It actually tastes amazing, but burns like felfire going down. It’s a matter of seconds before I can feel it sparking its way through my entire body, and I finish the chug, bringing it from my lips with a gasp. Looking back at Zera Seashadow, her eyes -- sorry, eye -- is wide with horror.

“Wh-what?” I say, blinking, wiping the wetness from my mouth.

“I... I meant for you to sip it,” Zera says. “Not chug it.”

“Oh,” I respond quietly, the gravity of what I just did weighing down on me. Though I’m not sure I wanna ask at all, I finally do. “Am I gonna get super fucked up and die?”

“Well, ya definitely gettin’ fucked up,” she says, taking the flask back from me and taking a little swig of it herself, though a far more conservative drink than the guzzle I attempted. She hands the bottle to one of her friends/crewmates (I’m still not sure), a pretty human who takes a small drink herself. “Didn’t think it was gonna be that easy, t’be honest, but I ain’t gonna complain. It’ll be more fun to play with ya when ya can’t fight back too much.”

“Fight back? Why I... I can still fight whatever you, um... yeah...” I blink a few times, letting out a small burp and blinking again. My head feels like it’s filled with cotton and my skin is tingling, almost burning. Whatever that stuff was, I drank way too much of it. I don’t know why the other pirate girls are laughing, not realizing how much I’m slurring my speech, but nor do I particularly care.

More specifically, I don’t have time to care -- by the time I realize how drunk I am, I feel Zera three-fingered hand slide up under my snug, black leather jerkin, lightly groping and massaging my ample, yet perky breast. She’s straddling me now, lips pressed hard to mine, her delicate tusks gently pricking against my lips as her tongue starts to invade my mouth. By the Naaru, this certainly changed direction quickly! Maybe all that tough talk was just because li’l miss dark trolly lady had a crush and didn’t know how to express herself. Wouldn’t that be cute?

I don’t even bother trying to push her off of me; I know I won’t be able to and frankly, I don’t really care to -- my lips are numbed to the soft poking and scraping of her fangs, and now my body is tingling in more ways than one as I feel her grope and rub my boob, then feel another hand on my other breast... then another hand gently squeezing my ass through the leather covering that... then another, caressing down my side, and... um....

“Be gentle with her, girls, remembah, we’re keepin’ dis one,” I hear Zera coo before kissing me again, and I let my eyes flutter open. Yeah, this appears to be a whole-crew sort of affair, and I can’t help but panic a little despite my tongue snaking out of my mouth to twirl and stroke along the troll’s. My pussy is soaked already, the prospect of getting it on with an entire crew full of sexy pirates on my first night here filling me with both anxiety and excitement. Wait, my first night... oh shit.

I lunge forward awkwardly as Zera pulls back, breaking the kiss between us and reaching into the side pocket of her own jet-black vest, withdrawing a little packet that appears to be filled with small, disc-shaped pills, popping one onto the surface of her tongue before extending her hand to the rest of the girls present, of which I’m guessing there around five others. “Now remembah, all’a you only take one, we don’t need any accidents,” she says with a grin, waiting for each of the other girls to take one before tucking the baggy away and then playfully pulling her top up over her head, revealing a lovely pair of greenish-blue tits that I clumsily paw at, resting my head against them for a moment before closing my lips wetly around one nipple, hearing the groan of pleasure I draw from Zera.

I do my best not to worry about whatever the pills were supposed to do for the moment, just cooing excitedly as I feel the other crew members stripping my clothes and weapons off of me, tossing them aside in a little bundle and starting to remove their own clothes as well. I hungrily lick, suckle and bite at Zera’s nipple, ignoring how naughty what I’m doing is and not even thinking about the fact that I’m perpetuating the stereotype of draenei girls all being sluts. After that drink I took I can barely think about anything except what’s right in front of me, and right now, what’s right in front of me is a big, thick, blue--

--Dick?

“Ummmmm... whazzis...?” I burble, widening my eyes a little as I take in the sight of the smooth, throbbing member in front of me, my head in Zera’s lap now. Not that I have any issue with dicks or anything, but they typically aren’t what I expect to find between a lady’s legs. A pleasant surprise, maybe, but a surprise nonetheless.

It isn’t until I feel another warm, pulsing shaft pressing between my buttcheeks that my drunken mind lazily connects two and two -- or in this case, two and three might be a little more accurate. Did those pills give Zera and her crew all cocks? And if they all had them, then that meant....

I turn my head to the side, vision blurry as I try to count on my fingers. Five crew members, plus Zera herself, which was six, which meant... six dicks. That’s gonna be challenging.

“Me and the crew have a new way of having fun,” I hear Zera whisper, caressing her fingers through my hair and sitting back a little on the bunk, spreading her long, athletic legs to give me a better view of the thick shaft in front of me. My awkward position straddled across the side of the bed is sharply shifted as one of the other crew members yanks me backwards, the alcohol dulling the pain of my knees hitting the floor as I’m made to kneel in front of the troll pirate.

My panties are pulled down around my ankles, tail swaying wildly behind me as I feel a slap across my ripe, bubbly backside, then another playful spank from another, slightly smaller hand. I’d say I felt degraded or humiliated except that my hairless azure slit is visibly glistening with wetness -- even though it might have been nice for these nice young ladies to actually ask before starting to rub their cocks on me, I’m not gonna complain too much as long as I’m having fun.

I feel one hand gently squeeze the base of my tail, lifting it a little as one thick shaft grinds against my butt, another pirate giggling and assisting by gently squeezing the smooth blue globes of my ass together around the thick rod, letting her firmly saw her sausage between my buns. I bite my lip gently as pleasure sparks though me, feeling the hot, throbbing flesh stroking back and forth along my pussylips and my asshole -- but I have something more important to concentrate on. I have a job to do.

Not resisting or protesting in the slightest, I lean in to trail my tongue up along Zera’s freshly-grown girlcock, moaning quietly at the taste. It’s nice and clean from having just been recently sprouted, and impressively big, kinda confirming some of my suspicions about trolls in general in the past. Another little lick, then another, and I let the tip sink past my lips, taking it about half-way down and filling my mouth with the warm, throbbing shaft, feeling it pulse and bob against my tongue as Zera shudders with pleasure.

Breathing in deeply through my nose, my tail lashes contently from side to side. I feel Zera take firm hold of my horns, pulling me down a little deeper onto her huge cock -- I have to suppress my gag reflex for a moment but then manage to sink down deeper, though I can already feel the other members of the crew getting a little, um... restless. I can feel a stiff dick grinding against either side of my face, warm and spongey and wanting some attention, and just now I start to really realize the amount of penises I’m being expected to take care of.

Opening my eyes, I sit up a little bit (pressing my ass down firmly against the cock of the pirate lass behind me), glancing from side to side to see an impressive volley of pulsing flesh waiting for me. As inviting as they all look, though, I’m gonna have some serious difficulty without mixing things up. “Okay, ladies, eerrrryone calm down and we can--” I let out a small burp, covering my mouth a few seconds too late and then grinning awkwardly. Fuck, I’m still really drunk from that stuff. Remind me not to drink with pirates too much more in the future. “Just uhhh, calm down and let’s, um... well... okay, someone’s gonna have to sit down.”

I get a volunteer straight away, a cute troll girl that looks like she could be Zera’s sister, sitting down on the floor of my Salt Alley dormitory and spreading her legs, revealing her holy fucking Naaru what the hell.

I blink, rubbing my eyes to shake the alcohol-induced blur from in front of them, and looking again. That’s gotta be one of the biggest dicks I’ve seen in quite some time, filling me with deep worry -- I really should have picked the person on the bottom, rather than asking for volunteers. Nonetheless, the look of anticipation on her face means it’s too late to back out.

Tilting to give Zera a quick kiss on the corner of her mouth, I turn around and start slowly lowering myself into the other troll’s lap, so that I’m facing the rest of the room. I flinch when I feel the throbbing crown of that enormous green dick press against my back entrance, reaching between my legs to gently rub my own pussy for a few seconds, getting myself in the mood as I lower my ass down against that monstrous thing. I screw my face up again as I feel it slowly penetrating my anus, stretching me apart enough to slide inside and fill up my sinful back entrance. Discomfort quickly mixes with pleasure as I do my best to adjust to her size, my breathing picking up and my cunt getting hotter than ever as I feel her start to slide in deeper.

I turn my head a little to kiss and suck at the more reasonably-sized emerald dick of a pretty cute goblin girl, spreading my creamy thighs more fully to invite any newcomers. Zera, unsurprisingly, takes the bait pretty quickly and pulls in close to me, gently groping my boobs as she eases her own shaft against the soaked hole of my pussy, pressing in slowly but quickly getting more excited as she feels me wrap and squeeze wetly around her, and I definitely let out a soft moan of my own as I feel her big shaft spear into me, fireworks going off inside of me as both holes are now stuffed full of enormous trollcock, just like mommy always wanted for me.

“O-oh, fuck...” I groan softly, taking a moment of me-time to catch my breath and bite my lip as I feel the two trolls start shifting their hips back and forth. I can feel them both inside of me, rubbing against one another through the relatively thin membrane of flesh separating my two holes, and look around me. Two down, four to go.

Wait, four? How was I ever expected to handle this many?

I’d say I’m naught but a mere mortal, but considering that I’m technically an immortal holy alien demon I start to realize that more could, in fact, be reasonably expected of me. My booze-addled mine goes down a quick checklist of parts of me that are capable of containing dicks -- pussy, ass, mouth, two hands for some unlucky ladies, and... hrm. Oh! Boobs!

It’ll have to be someone who doesn’t take up much room, which is perfect for the little green chick beside me. Popping my lips wetly off of the tip of her cock, I reach over to lightly lift her up, setting her jade bubble-butt in my lap and pinning her between Zera and myself. She lets out a soft squeal of excitement that quickly changes to a blissful groan of pleasure as I scoot her upward, leaning back against the troll who’s buried to the hilt in my backside and gently squeezing my smooth blue tits around her rock-hard dick.

Shuddering with delight from a slow, deep thrust from Zera into my quivering slit, I barely have time to concentrate on the goblin girl before a red-headed human lassie pulls closer to me, pressing her own alchemically-crafted dick against my lips and giving me little choice but to open up. Again, I wish these girls would be a little more polite, but I don’t mind opening my mouth and taking her inside, squeezing my shoulders together to create a tight valley with my breasts. Normally, I’d use my hands to press them together and give gobby a decent titfuck, but they’re immediately busy as another pair of shafts slide between them, one human and one troll.

As my fingers wrap around the two newcomers and start to rapidly stroke them back and forth, I can’t help but feel a sense of pride well in my chest. Sure it had been tricky and taken some careful positioning, but me, just an innocent little draenei fresh off the Exodar, am managing to take on half a dozen rock-hard girlcocks like a fucking pro. While it may not be the most dignified of talents, it’s a talent nonetheless, and it’s also the gift that keeps on giving -- while the troll-cock stuffed in my ass might be a little too big for the hole it’s in, my body is humming with pleasure like a smoothly-running gnomish engine.

Zera’s crew, likewise, are starting to resemble an engine in their own way, their hips excitedly pistoning forward to have fun with whatever part of me they were offered. Soft, feminine cries of pleasure and lust fill the little cabin and, I assume, distract the rest of everyone and anyone else in Salt Alley, fucking my every drunken hole along with my tits and both hands. Coughing lightly and slurping around the human girl’s dick, I open my eyes again and look around, almost swooning from the beautiful sight of six sexy pirate ladies, their tits jiggling up and down with each fevered thrust against me, their faces gasping in pleasure. I think I’m starting to be really, really glad that Ravenholdt tucked me away with the pirates.

The other scoundrels seem to follow Zera’s lead, not thrusting too fast or too deep until the troll -- who I can more fully assume is their captain, now -- takes the lead. Zera, however, seems to be fairly unconcerned with how receptive I am to her actions, and her pace begins to steadily increase, her arms reaching around the goblin girl to paw at my tits, rubbing her thick thumbs along my nipples and squeezing my cleavage more snugly around the shorter girl’s green dick. It adds a new layer of pleasure to everything I’m experiencing.

I soon start to find myself lost in the ecstasy of so much excess, bobbing my head up and down eagerly on the cock in my mouth, taking it deep into my throat as the tendrils under my ears wind up to cradle and lightly constrict around the human girl’s smooth sack. My head is throbbing a little as all the squirming and thrusting and sweating helps me metabolize the alcohol in my system, but it’s easy to ignore, the buzzing in my body replaced by sparks of pleasure sizzling up and down my azure skin, gasping for breath through my nose as I deep-throat the human woman, my biceps starting to burn from the frantic stroking of the two cocks to my side. Zera manages to do most of the work on her end, as does the goblin girl between us, but I’m starting to get exhausted from thrusting my weight up and down against the troll beneath me, that stupidly huge cock of hers pummeling my asshole with such a sweet intensity.

I can feel a gentle burning now, a tension in my lower abdomen that tells me I won’t be able to keep this up for much longer, even though I’m loving it. I gasp out softly as the human’s shaft is drawn from my mouth and replaced by a troll dick, my now-freed hand winding around the saliva-slick one that had just left my gullet. I’m as lost in bliss as a girl can be, my entire body thrumming as I prepare for a climax I know can’t take much longer....

My attention is grabbed my the loud, if muffled, ringing of a great clock, the city above us telling the citizens of Dalaran that midnight has come.

Wait... it’s midnight already? I... uh oh.

By the Naaru, I hadn’t expected this.

I try to quickly protest, knowing the change that’s about to come, but a bulging throatful of hard cock has been known to make verbal communication very challenging, as it is now. While the other girls don’t notice the change about to come, I hear Zera Seashadow get her early warning as she starts to pull away. “Da fuck! Gettin’ tight... too damn tight, whatcha tryin’ to do, new fish?”

Not her fault, she doesn’t know. Technically it’s not my fault either, I’m totally fucked up, there was no way I was gonna remember my midnight change. Nonetheless, my pussy gets unmanageably tighter around her, and she pulls out of me before the point of no return. The curse is taking hold, and after a few minutes of Zera watching in horrified curiosity, my sapphire slit seals up completely, then begins to bulge outward as I sprout a new member of my own, a thick blue cock springing forth in the place of my pussy. Unlike the pirate girls and the party pills they passed around, though, mine’s all-natural... ish. Whatever the source is, I’ve had it from the start, and couldn’t explain it if I wanted to. It’s a twelve-hour cycle and it’s one that I seem to be stuck with.

Fortunately, Zera doesn’t seem all too concerned with my new addition, seeming only confused for a moment before accepting it. “Looks like our horned lady has a secret of her own, though I didn’t give ya one of our little mojos,” she muses for a moment, biting her lip playfully as she starts to rub and grind her own dick against mine -- I can tell she’s measuring them, but doesn’t want anyone to know. From my vantage point I can’t tell which of us is bigger, though if I had to guess after having it inside of me, I’d say her. “No mattah. I can have fun with this in my own time,” she purrs, wrapping her hand around the both of us and giving us a few slow strokes, making me squirm and moan out as I’m assaulted with a new kind of pleasure.

The other pirate girls, characteristically, seem only peripherally interested in Zera’s observations and my sudden change, instead busying themselves with their own game of Musical Dicks as the one cock I have yet to have in my mouth pushes inside, leaving me to rapidly pump and stroke my hands along the other two.

I whimper more frantically as I start to adjust of the sudden shift in my own genitals, getting tilted back even farther to allow the troll beneath me to take longer, deeper, faster thrusts into my asshole, making me spasm and shriek out around the dick ruthlessly driving itself down my throat. Zera retains her iron grip on both of our cocks, determined not to lose any progress despite the surprise, one she doesn’t particularly seem to mind as she eagerly frots us together, pleasure coursing down my new cock light a lightning rod into my body.

I don’t really know who came first -- it might have been me, for all I know, it lasted so long. What I do know is that my whole existence became a world of cum as all the pirates brought their anxious rutting and grinding and stuffing to terminal velocity, some of them leaning across me to kiss or grope each other as their climaxes seized them, each a herald of a big sticky mess to come, and each and every one of those messes centered on me.

What spunk I couldn’t swallow down was plastered across my face, along with a volley of creamy seed from the two dicks I was pumping, each making an incredible mess of my face and hair, forcing me to close my eyes. The goblin girl in my lap shot her load straight forward, hitting my chin and totally coating my chest in her sizzling cream, pooling in my cleavage. That was immediately followed by a massive burst of cum from an equally massive troll girlcock that flooded my anus with warm goo -- but the center of the show was Zera and I, getting off simultaneously from grinding and stroking our throbbing blue cocks against each other, a sea of hot spunk blasting over my belly and (to her chagrin) the back and ass of the goblin girl between us, saturating the poor little darling in our mixed discharge.

I remember collapsing after that, some cocks sliding out of me while others just playfully rubbed against my naked skin, slick with sweat and cum, basking in a pile of naked, slutty pirates and more completely satisfied than I think I’ve ever been before.

“Not bad, new fish,” Zera purrs quietly, kissing and nibbling at my lips as she cuddles into my side, her cock pressing back against mine and causing me to quiver. “I think you’ll be right at home in Salt Alley... you keep dis up, we might even make you an unofficial membah of the crew.”

“I’m sure you’d like that,” came a firm voice from the open doorway to our little wooden berthing, a voice that was most certainly not that of a troll. My eyes fluttering open, I looked up to see the slender, crimson-clad figure of Valeera Sanguinar, and I’m not surprised in the least that she’d be the one to check up on me -- need I remind you of the rivalry between the Draenei and the Sin’dorei. “I should have known you’d make a scene on your first night here. By the Sunwell, has it even been an hour before you’ve managed to fuck half of the Underbelly?”

“N-no, I-- you don’t understand, it was just--”

“Mhm, I’m quite sure,” she cuts me off icily, her fel-green eyes roaming over the pile of seven sticky, feminine bodies. “I’d consider just taking your word for it, but I’m afraid I won’t have time to. You need to start packing your things, little draenei.”

“I’m... you’re kicking me out?” I stammer, sitting up now, my slack girlcock laying against the inside of my thigh and a rivulet of cum trailing unceremoniously between my boobs. “Just like that? Already?”

“Not kicking you out,” Valeera says, trying to mask the hint of sadistic enjoyment in her voice. “Just sending you on a mission. A very special mission.”