Lorn whimpers in shameful pleasure.

Lorn’s eyes widen in shock at Bargle’s identifying her. How-? The touch of his hands on her new sex prevents her from considering his discovery further. It feels incredible. Her sex is already swollen and moist but with the magic piercings and her collar Lorn - no Luzzst - can do nothing but spread her thighs, rock her hips and moan in degraded pleasure. It’s like a **** and she wants more. Needs more.

“With those collars I can read your thoughts... you like that don’t you ****?” Bargle the Magnificent asked as his fingers spread her lips and expertly slipped inside her.

Luzzst could only nod her head. She did love it. She was a ****. Bargle knew exactly what she wanted. A small part of Lorn struggled, tried to assert control, to deny her lust... but it was insufficient. She was weak, horny and at the complete mercy of Bargle. Paradoxically this made her even more aroused. “I... love... it...” she panted in her melodious voice, a once regal and imperiously cruel drow priestesses voice. Now a needy, wonton, lustful voice. “Master... can... you... fuck me?” She gasped.

“Hmmm...” Bargle considered as his thumb circled her budding clit and she squirmed in rapturous response. He literally owned her.