The hoof took small steps forward and moved closer. Duque noticed that she was still covering her buttocks.
Imriel was unusually insistent. "You … You have to swear not to tell anyone, and not to laugh at me."
"Fine, fine, I swear …"
Suddenly, a rumble of thunder came from afar, as if justice was about to be meted out to someone.
Ugh!
Duque shuddered, and finally screamed in his mind. What the hell — Who's going through Ascension here?!
I'll never admit that the sentence 'I swear if it's not XXX, let the heavens strike me with lightning' might come true.
The sudden thunder startled the hoof, and she took a small step back. Then, as if her wound had been torn, she grimaced in pain.
She seemed to be thinking about it, and after a long struggle, she finally showed the wound to Duque. She took off her cloak and turned around. Under the illumination of the magic lamp, he could see whip marks from her back all the way to her buttocks.
Although there was holy light around the wound, when the holy light gathered to a certain point, it was firmly resisted by the black aura in the middle of the scar. And every time the holy light resisted, the wound would tear again, causing Imriel more pain.
"Should I say, as expected of the Queen of Pain?" Duque sighed.
"Is it troublesome? Do I have to trouble my teacher … But Teacher Valen is very weak, I don't want to trouble him. "
Duque scratched his head. The hoof's wound could be simple, but it was also difficult. Because he was the one who killed the Queen of Pain.
When a normal strong person killed a demon, it was a physical death. But when he killed her, he destroyed part of her soul.
It could not be helped. He had learned it when he joined the Burning Legion in the ancient war, so naturally, it was convenient.
Duque did not intend to promote it, and he could not. After all, capturing or destroying souls was the domain of sorcerers. Not every Pharaoh could cross the domains of sorcerers, priests, and some sorcerers like him.
He killed the Queen of Pain, Gabrisa, and destroyed her soul. In her despair, the demoness used the remnant of her soul to cast the most terrifying curse she could on the hoof.
It was a powerful curse that was a mixture of resentful souls and high-purity dark energy. Its level of mystery was quite high.
To be honest, even Willen wouldn't be able to handle it. That was because Willen was a priest at heart. Priests were good at exorcism, but dispelling curses was the domain of mages.
However, since she ran into him, it served her right to be unlucky.
"That demoness cursed you with the remnants of her soul. Because she is a very powerful demon, your curse is indeed very troublesome. "
"Then …" The hoof said bitterly. She seemed to be in despair.
How could it be easy for her to suffer such an injury on her first battle?
"But you're very lucky to have met me. I can help you settle it." After saying that, Duque snapped his fingers and silently called out in his heart.
Immediately, Alonsus Faol cast a spell for him from the Weave.
The hoof could only feel that outside Duque's room, there seemed to be a very powerful priest casting a spell. In the blink of an eye, a beautiful Holy Light Magic Circle that seemed to have every magic pattern appeared under their feet, and enveloped the entire room.
Duque pointed at the bed. "Lie down. Before I say 'okay', no matter what happens, you are not allowed to turn around. Got it? "
"Got it!" The hoof was overjoyed, and ran over to lie down.
It had to be said that because of their body structure, the recurved calves made the Draenei's posture a little funny when they lay down. It felt like they were kneeling, and purposely arched their buttocks.
Duque held back his laughter, which was rare. "Show me all your wounds."
The hoof was a little reluctant, but she still did as she was told, and her pants were halfway down. Of course, there was no chance for her to be exposed, because she had already put on the Thong library.
"Done …" It was like a mosquito buzzing.
As for the hoof, Duque really did not have any crooked thoughts.
Although he was already a Dragon Knight, and also the famous Naga Conqueror, when he was in actual combat, one was a standard human, and the other was an elf, so he did not have any psychological burden.
The hoof, after all, was really not Duque's cup of tea.
For Duque, driving away the soul of an elite female demon with at most a bit of blood was just a small matter.
The important thing was that this was a rare opportunity, and Duque had to collect some interest no matter what.
The tail! The tail —
Unknowingly, Duque began to play with the agile light blue tail.
Duque muttered to himself, "Hmm, this feeling of fullness. Why does it feel like I'm masturbating, oh, no, like stroking a cat? "
Stroking a cat was addictive.
There was still a chance to get rid of the drug addiction, but the addiction of the heart was another matter.
As Duque dispelled the curse, he played with Imriel's tail that was less than half a meter long. It felt so good.
The feeling of holding it just right …
The wonderful feeling of blood pulsating …
The unimaginable agility, and the feeling of being alive …
Hmm, that's great!
Duque was having fun. On the other side, Imriel, who strictly followed the instructions and refused to turn back, fell into a shameful, slightly painful, and sour hell.
The Draenei's tail was very sensitive. Although it was not known whether they were more like canines or cats, there was no creature with a tail that liked to be played with.
Even cats and dogs would be unhappy, let alone a living Draenei.
But the hoof did not dare to resist, not even to protest!
She had been cursed so badly, and in order not to hurt the vitality of her old teacher, she could only beg this guy who had forced her to lead her troops into battle.
It was because of this strange ill-fated relationship that she trusted this Mark, but was also a little afraid of him.
Who would have thought that this guy would play with her tail while he was healing?
At this moment, the hoof's heart was full of tears. "To — my dear sister. Although I know that this is a healing session, and this Lord Mark Dooku did not offend me, I do not know why I feel so ashamed! Sister — am I not going to marry anymore!? "
Duque did not know about the hoof's strange thoughts.
In any case, he had a good time.
Half an hour later, Imriel left Duque's room in exhaustion. Looking at her unsteady steps, he really thought that she had been played to death.
But when the other Draenei saw her healing wound, they all came over to congratulate her.
"It's done?"
"Yes."
"That Lord Dooku did not do anything to you, did he?"
"Uh, no, he just accidentally touched my tail, and it felt weird."
No one cared, and instead said something like, "It's okay, as long as the wound heals."
Hoof thought that the matter had come to an end, but who knew that three days later, the shameless Duque would give another order. This time, the task was even heavier. He ordered her to lead 10,000 troops to attack the fortress that was closer to the western entrance of the Moon Shadow Valley.
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