There were more than a few in Silvermoon who would not approve of what Adjena had gotten herself into since the arrival of the Army of the Light from the Sunwell. It was tense and more than a little troublesome having the Alliance setting up shop in the city as liberators who’d greatly helped the Sin’dorei cast out the void. Even though they had aided, the scars of the fourth war weren’t exactly gone from everyone’s mind.

Adjena was thankful they had stopped the city from falling as it had in the past. Though since the arrival of Viconia, a mighty Kaldorei and her human wife Aztharoth. She had perhaps become too thankful and accommodating of the pair – even going as far as offering them lodgings in her home during their stay through this troublesome campaign.

Over the weeks her guests had taken full advantage of her welcoming nature. Even going as far as using Adjena’s own bed for their intense baby-making activities. Adjena didn’t even care that they had broken her bed in the process or that they had eaten much of what was in her pantry.

As Adjena felt the heft of those heavy Kaldorei balls atop her head as her lips and tongue wilfully teased and pleasured the hole of liberator of her city, she felt a feeling of deep satisfaction wash over her.

She felt a tug on her collar attached to a leash that Viconia held the other end of. “Go on, say it.” the dark skinned Kaldorei prompted.

“F-For the Alliance!” Adjena answered, her panting breath and eager eyes giving the right response.

Aztharoth chuckled, her face hugging the side of her lover’s ashen pillar. Clearly amused by this entire situation. She gave Viconia a look, exchanging a sly wink with her beloved. A lovely situation indeed.