Jericha’s eyes slowly flutter open, and they take in the form of her Lord. Her extremely pissed off demonic Lord. Exceptionally hot extremely pissed off, I cannot wait to get him away from the others Demon Lord. One moment she is looking at Lord Salkeen, the next she is pressed against him, all six of her hands sliding around him… she nips at his shoulder… “I feel this urge to punish someone, or perhaps to be punished.” She Lightly grazes Lord Salkeen’s flesh with the tips of her razor sharp claws. She presses herself flush to him, turning her head she looks around. She feels a little of kilter and recent events have yet to catch up with her. She is practically humming with desire… then her Gaze falls onto Yumara and Isaik. Everything comes rushing back.
If she required breath it would have been caught in her throat. She turns to face Yumara her back pressed against Lord Salkeen’s chest. She is still beyond ticked off, her Artifact Eye flares as Jericha seems to be looking at something beyond the physical realm. As she stares out into seemingly nothing she begins chanting words in the Shath’yar tongue. As she does a small void rift appears between her hands. She slowly adds more power to the portal, it is one of the most delicate and most important that she has ever made. She searches for what she wishes to summon to her. She needs to be careful there’s many false leads. Still it is a part of her and she will find it. It is only been a few moments, but to her it seems like a life time. Then she finds it, wrapping it in the voids embrace she pulls.
Yumara screams and grabs her stomach. She falls against Master Isaik, blood mixed with clear watery like fluid spills from her mouth, and nose. “Master… please…” She screams a second time and drops down to her knees, her stomach swelling the flesh bruising as veins and Arteries burst. Soon her abdomen in so distended that the black and blue blooded flesh is nearly transparent. This time it’s Yumara who is silently begging. Jericha smiles coldly at her. “You lying little witch, I’m only taking back what is mine.” With that Jericha speaks a final word. With that word Yumara’s swollen stomach seems to implode from the inside, blood explodes from Yumara’s mouth like a Geyser. Yumara falls against Master Isaik, her glazed over eyes glaring at Jericha.
Within the swirling void between Jericha’s hands the body of an infant small enough to be cradled in one of her clawed hands appears. She stares at the unborn child with hate and disgust. Yet buried beneath a myriad of negative emotions, is the beginnings of what might be exception. Wasting no time she summons Ahcirej back from where Orion had taken her. As soon Ahcirej appears, both her and the Holy Light are pulled into the child. After this happens Jericha absorbs the child and the void cocoon housing it into her artifact eye, before speaking. “I will not let the two of you decide what you are going to do with my daughter and the other half of my mind.” With that the fear that she had been fighting finally overwhelms her and she prepares to vanish. At the last moment however she moves behind Salkeen. He can feel her fear, not only of Master but of Yumara as well. She wants to run but is using sheer determination to remain by his side.
Mmmm and what a nice side it is, nice sides, nice strong muscular chest. Chest that she just wanted to… sixs octopus like limbs wrap around Lord Salkeen, as she licks up along the back of his neck.