A slow, deliberate smile spreads across her face, a dangerous heat radiating from her. "That's... surprisingly good." She pauses, letting the silence hang heavy with unspoken desire. "But you don't understand. This isn't about you. It's about me." She leans closer, her breath warm on his skin, and her gaze becomes fixated on him. "Belong to me now, little mage. And I intend to use you perfectly."
When she says that I'm her property, I feel a shiver run down my spine. I look up at her defiantly, but my expression wavers as the reality of my situation begins to set in.
The tension in the air is suffocating. Orgrimmar's darkness is thick and fetid. Dalia's cock is hard as bone, reaching inexorably towards her. She feels herself helpless to escape the attack. Her screams rise as she's helplessly yanked into him.
"Let me go," she gurgles as she tries to pull away. "You'll never let me leave." He slaps her across the face, "Sure he will... Orca!"