Bargle looks more closely at Luzzst

Lorn swallowed the last mouthful, and instantly felt the sting of regret. She kept her eyes down, unwilling to look at Bargle the Vile. Bargle the vicious. Bargle the villain that her entire party had quested to defeat. And she had just choked down his cum like a little cocksucking slut, instead of trying to defeat him.

She was still aroused. This body was swimming with desire. Her breasts ached to be touched, her belly feeling empty and needy. Her lips missed the sensations they felt a moment ago. Yearning, aching. Was it the collar? Was it the body of Luzzst? Despite herself, she glanced up.

Bargle grabbed her chin, and a thrill of anticipation shot through her. But he only muttered something and peered into her eye.

"Lorn? Lornalthas the Firebolt?" Bargle began to laugh and laugh, breaking into peals of laughter that bounced off the walls and echoed back into Lorn's ears. "The haughty elf now a drow! The mighty warrior mage now a sex ****. Where's your mighty staff now, Lorn?"

Grinning, Bargle reached down to grope her between her legs...