Happy Fel Friday! Even with her older model, so many of you wanted to see Mira that her option in the weekly vote lost by only 4 votes. Since it was so close, I decided to visit the idea for Fel Friday. Enjoy!
Far below Hellfire Citadel, the broken draenei known as Betryl stalked the dark, dirty sewers for discarded carrion and prey. Little did he know that one day he would stumble on Raka, one of the Lords of Hellfire. Though he assumed his death had come, Raka instead surprised the mutant with another option, “You can become one of my pets, free to wander these sewers as you have and protected by my power, as long as you answer to my call when I desire it. Do you agree?” She said with a sly smirk. Betryl nodded, knowing he had little choice, “What does mistress desire?” Raka quickly pulled off her celfthoof skin cloak to reveal her nude form below it, “Suprise me.”
Laboratory Log 3028: Today was an utter disaster. While warming up the infusion machine for the evening experiments, I had noticed a rather large creature sniffing around the volunteer cages. It seemed Raka, in all her arrogance, had allowed her rebellious little “pet” to wander the citadel off it’s leash. I attempted to shoo it away with moderate success, but as I took out Subject X for her routine procedures, the beast jumped from behind the blood mixer and quickly mounted her, nearly taking my arm off in the process. After many unsuccessful attempts to break the two apart, I decided to let the mongrel finish it’s lustful encounter. I will spare all the details of the utter mess it left behind when it finished, but needless Subject X required more rest then usual. The Master will not be pleased.
“The… the magic still lingers inside my body. Corrupt and vile, it burns my blood and heats my…. I can’t stop myself… I… have to taste it…” Kylasta thought as she felt her tongue wrap around the warlocks cock. She looked up, his grim visage peering down at her with wicked satisfaction. “Good girl, you are learning much these last few weeks sucking off the peons in the barracks, now let us see what experiance you bring back to me. Mhehehehe.”
“Bad puppy.” Raka spoke as she gripped the worgen’s hand, his claws set and ready for a strike but being held easily back by her demonic strength. She smiled as she used her other hand to squeeze on his snout, the worgen’s conditioning forcing him to go docile as she did. “N..no…” he growled as she continued to grind him hard. “I would have given you a treat for being a good boy, but you had to be a naughty puppy. A good pet obeys it’s mistress, and sooner or later you will learn to obey me like the mongrel you are.”