Mine

Koumori stood near motionless, eyes heavy lidded and mouth slightly parted as a sensual smile played across her lips. If one were to listen closely they would hear a soft purr of pleasure as she arched her back into the sensations that danced through her veins and out to every single nerve ending.

The death knight watched the man’s body quiver, heat radiating from his skin as he stiffened. He pressed into her, his hair damp with sweat and his breath ragged until finally he fell to his back, writhing. She threw her head back, hair like streamers of lichen trailing down her back as a throaty laugh, filled with satisfaction, bounced off the walls.

The stranger lay before her, eyes closed as his blood boiled… literally. Around him lay the pestilence ridden, lifeless bodies of his comrades, slowly being devoured by her darling little blood worms.

 Silly humans, how dare they try to stop her from gathering ore in their precious Dead Mines.