Before The Goddess
Val & Lori take to the sacred waters blessed by their goddess to attempt to shatter the nightmare collar that has plagued Val for hundreds of years.
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A bit of a big moment for my oldest and flagship OC, Val. After ten years (hundreds for her) I am finally releasing her from her nightmare curser and giving her something new instead of the collar. Whatever I choose, you can trust it'll go around her neck as I'm sure you'd all agree she'd look weird without something there.
Commissioned by: Loriandra
Before the Goddess
Ever eager to break the hold of the nightmare collar over her girlfriend, Val. Lori convinces her life-long lover to join her in the Elune blessed waters of life in the breeding halls. Normally reserved for the Kaldorei to seed the future of their kind after great tragedies and war, Lori hopes that making love to Val and breeding her repeatedly in a place so powerfully close to Elune will weaken or break the collar.
The sensations are intense, the sex lasts many hours and the lovers engage in so many positions and acts of lust that they’re both entirely exhausted by the time it draws to a close. In the warmth of the sacred waters they lay for hours, naked and bare before their goddess and each other. When they think they’re done, they discover Lori is once again as hard as stone between her legs and the pair go for hours more.
In the midst of a particularly roughly passionate love making, the pair fuelled by the purist desire, lust and love for one another, Lori grips the collar around Val’s neck. She tugs on the object that denies her lover the gift of children to pull her towards her to set her lips against her own.
Then it happens, a flash of red sparks followed by crimson wispy smoke. Val is no longer kissing Lori, her head is back down slightly submerged in the waters. Her eyes blinking as she looks to her equally stunned girlfriend and then both of them look to the object firmly grasped in Lori’s hand. The collar, the nightmare collar, the curse of the nightmare satyr Azraeus and his hold over Valnoressa had snapped free. After hundreds of years the collar had broken.
There’s a stunned silence between the two of them, a long moment of uncertainty and confusion. Val is the first to break the silence as her hand reaches to her bare neck, touching a collarless space as she bursts into a joyful laughter which Lori soon joins after.
A Reflection of Corruption
Scarlett Ashford faces the woman in the mirror, herself, as she awaits her moment of ascension to a half-demon in service of the Baroness.
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Another release so soon after that last one, le gasp! Yes indeed I had a lot of fun working on this one and I think it turned out rather well. This image is an on-going story in the Baroness/Scarlett timeline and this image represents her final night as a human before she surrenders to the will of the baroness and becomes a half-demon succubus for her. Myself and the commissioner are fond of dark erotic corruption so we both enjoyed riffing and brainstorming this - the story is written in her personal journal from the first person perspective of Scarlett for those who enjoy the lore! hope you guys enjoy it too!
Commissioned by: Radisea
Final Entry of Scarlett Ashford
This will be the last time I write in this diary, it has been conduit for my thoughts during my time in this place serving my mistress. I once came here seeking to be her equal, but I have long since realized the folly of such a goal. My Baroness has no equal, she is terrifying power made manifest and I would surely crumble to ash if I endeavoured to stand by her side as a mere mortal.
So then the solution is simple. I must become more than a mere mortal, I must become a demon. Only then can my mistress keep me by her side and only then can I bask in her glorious radiance.
I find myself looking at the face in the mirror as I write this final entry. I am moments away from joining her to complete my ascendency and yet I am filled with thoughts that both contradict and affirm this gift she gives me.
This face is mine yet it is not mine. This body is mine yet it is not mine. I see flashes of what I will become in my waking mind and I both adore and abhor it. Ever since I drank of her gift, I feel something lurking beneath the surface of my mortal flesh, eager to break free and consume me.
She summoned me to her chambers last night, we talked for a while as she sought to steady my mind ahead of the ritual. And of course I made my body available for her as is my duty. Pain and pleasure, she has mastery over them and with no one else have I ever felt so helpless in one moment and euphoric in another.
The mirror shimmers as I gaze into it again, I see a creature… a demon. She kneels at the feet of my mistress. Loyal and submissive, she… Oh gods, is that? The… the creature is me. Is that what I will become? I have to leave this place! I can’t be here. What am I doing??
<Some scribbles suggest the writer left in a hurry, yet a couple of spaces down the page a steady hand returns to continue writing.>
My weakness bid me flee, but as I turned to do so I caught the eye of my mistress in the painting on the wall. Her stoic gaze calmed my weak soul and I reached out to beg the forgiveness of her visage, yet my chains would not allow me to touch the canvas. I feel the marks of her wrath across my back and rear from my time with her last night, she knew I would have this moment of weakness - her sting lingered upon my flesh when I needed it most. Oh Mistress, thank you.
Of course. It is a sign. I must stay the path, become what my mistress needs me to be before I can truly embrace her. My humanity holds me back from her like these chains around my wrists. I will give her this diary and I shall press the locket of the woman I once was between its pages as proof of my readiness to ascend.
I’m coming, my mistress.
- Scarlett Ashford
The Cabin Boi
Alex or "Freckles" spends most nights pleasing his pirate captain husband when he’s not balancing the books and performing duties as cabin boy accountant aboard his husband's pirate ship.
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First release of 2025 is some cute gay boy-butt action! Loved this fella when the commissioner showed me some of their other art so I was happy to put him into some good butt lovin’ fun with his husband (i think ex-husband now though!).
Commissioned by: FreckleButt
Being the boi-wife of a renowned or perhaps infamous pirate like Captain Burbridge was no easy life. Alex was constantly on the move, constantly sailing the seas of the world, yet it was part of why he’d left home. His loving mother had passed and his Kul Tiran Navyman father was a nightmare who blocked his every desire to sail the seas.
It wasn’t until the suave and tempting hunk of a man, Captain Burbridge, had come into his life one night at port that everything changed for the lad. Without a word, Alex had left with the man to be his cabin boy aboard the Drunken Kobold. He had a good head for numbers and was far too soft of hand to labor like the men of the crew. So Burbridge kept him in his office and quarters, managing the books and taking on more servant like roles.
Yet the two grew close, so close that they’d have sex for hours every night and the pleasuring of his captain became a great part of Alex’s duties aboard the ship. Within a month the two of them were married and Alex felt as complete as he possibly could be. He was living life on the seas as he always dreamed and had a hell of a man as his husband.
Yet Burbridge was a pirate, a man of low morals who’d save his own neck sooner than Alex’s and a great betrayal awaited in the lovely boy’s future.
Undermine Grindin’
Eager to skip the slow grind of gaining renown with the factions of the Undermine, Caelie takes things into her own hands, holes, feet and mouth in a lucrative arrangement the goblins can't say no to!
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I decided to take something of a break for the holidays though I was still working on comms so it wasn’t much of a break. I did also have an issue with my GPU which just got resolved today with an RMA for a brand new 4070 Super. So I’m good to game and art again! This particular image was certainly an interesting one, Rakez wanted an Undermine themed scene which is kinda tricky when we don’t have access to Undermine yet. But I made do with what I could and I think it turned out nice enough!
Commissioned by: Rakez
A new place to explore always meant there was more renown to be ground out. Caelie had grown tired of this particular factional gimmick and she was of a mind of getting ahead with her womanly wiles.
The buxom elf decided to go to each cartel in the undermine individually and pitch a way for her to fast track her renown with them. Naturally they all refused the concept at first, citing a lack of trust and history with the elf – especially the Venture Co.
Yet each one quickly agreed when Caelie slipped out of her clothes and offered herself as the catalyst for a most lucrative bargain. The terms were simple and set, an hour per rank with as many goblins as possible able to participate, no protection required and they were able to do almost anything, within reason of course.
Caelie might have thought it an easy enough task at first. Goblins were small and generally not very well endowed creatures. Well, to someone like Caelie who’d taken far larger and more brutish men it certainly seemed that way. Yet she was foolish to think it, as Goblins were also known for their strength in numbers during gang-bangs, their excellent stamina and the absolute speed of their humping.
She quickly discovered that Goblins aren’t quite so small down there as one might expect either. They were able to climb all over her, cram their green meaty cocks into any crevice, hole, fold or gap that suited them and lightning fast pump their surprisingly above average cocks in. Their hands were grabby and grope hungry, their teeth eager to bite and tongue her perfect pristine flesh.
It was proving a tall order, because as soon as she finished with one faction it was on to the next one to do it all over again. She was absolutely determined to avoid the monotony of running around questing, performing mind numbing tasks and generally just spending several weeks doing what she she could do in days.
By the end of her multi-day gang-banging, Caelie was finally renowned before everyone else. The goblins had put her up in the fanciest of suites and piled every rank reward into the room for her to enjoy. She might have been an elf, but she was a goblin queen in the Undermine to the factions. Marriage proposals poured in and even some goblins of note had come to visit her and indulge in her beauty one on one. There wasn’t a goblin fella in the whole of the Undermine who didn’t know of Caelie.
Duty & Booty
A surprise visit to her pent up girlfriend at the recently secured Amirdrassil drops both daughter and warden in hot water. Yet not before they get some eager lovin’ in with one another.
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Val’s ass sure does seem to get bigger every image lately huh? Well thats a good thing I suppose. Anyway this was a fun and surprisingly more challenging pose to do that you might think. I’m happy with how juicy and big I managed to get Val’s rump here thats for sure. And its nice to see a little bit of Val taking the lead in the story too.
Commissioned by: Loriandra
Val could certainly tell that her beloved girlfriend was pent up from her particularly long posting with the Wardens at Bela’meth. There were still pockets of resistance from the Druids of the Flame that needed mopping up and a Warden’s job was never done until command said they were.
She had brought Lori a bag of various baked goods from home, some moonberry juice and most of all; herself. The Warden had lit up at the sight of Val all the way out here, scooping her up into her arms for a most passionate kiss. Val knew what her lover needed, all the signs were there that she was pent up. Her aggressive kissing, the fixation of having her hands on Val’s rump while possessively kneading it with her fingers. All tells that her dearest was in need.
“Come, my love. Lets get you taken care of.” Val remarked, stepping away to head to Lori’s tent up on the hill.
“Bah… I can’t. I’m on standby for orders.” Lori sighed deeply, as if saying that had physically pained her.
“Then we’ll standby for them in your tent.” Val smiles at her over her shoulder, cruelly pushing aside the loincloth that draped over her amazingly plump and round backside just for a moment. Giving the sex-starved Warden a brief look at it’s beauty.
Lori bit her lip, her ears twitching a little at that view she’d been thinking about the whole time she’d been here. “Yes dear…!” she said, quickly following Val.
It was likely they didn’t have long, so things heated up and moved quickly when they got back to Lori’s tent. Thankfully she didn’t share it with anyone, so they were relatively alone while they got up to their particular deed. It had been long enough away from each other that Lori’s aggressive ‘missed you’ sex was fully on show.
When she was like this she was impossible to slow down. She kissed, grabbed, groped and smacked at the body of her lover; manhandling her into various desired positions in the pursuit of her lustful enjoyment of that beautiful thick shapely form of hers. And even though they didn’t have much time, she still couldn’t help but spend a fair bit of her time with her face buried in between Val’s fat heavenly ass cheeks.
The sound of sex grew louder in the tent, the symphony of clashing flesh and lustful moans emanating from it. The risk of being discovered was high and yet the two lovers couldn’t stop even if they wanted to. In forty minutes Lori had climaxed twice and likely had a few more in her before they were satisfied.
“Ahem.” said the familiar voice of a fellow Warden at the entrance to the tent. Lori’s head swung around half expecting it to be Aethera. She was relieved when it was just Laria and Arana. Laria, the tall muscular Elf wore a smug face and folded arms, while Arana was smiling all goofy at the lewd deed before them.
“Beat it you two, we’re busy!” Lori said dismissively.
“Well actually Lori you should know that Aeth-” Laria was interrupted.
“I said scram!” rudely said, her attention still focused on the shapely Elf on the table in front of her.
Arana and Laria looked at each other. Seemed they had something important to tell her, but if she was going to be a jerk she could find it out the hard way. They simply smirked and greeted the lovers farewell before taking their leave to watch what unfolded from somewhere with a good viewing spot.
A few moments later, another throat clearing “Ahem.” came from the entrance to the tent.
Lori reacted immediately, thinking it was still Laria and Arana. She turned her head to tell them to buzz off before her eyes settled on a fully armored and less than amused looking Warden Mother. Aethera had caught them in the act.
Lori immediately lept to attention, her still pulsing and wet cock quickly pulled free of Val to face Aethera as she gave her a Warden salute. “W-Warden Mother.” Lori stammered out, realizing she’d made quite the mess up.
Aethera’s hard gaze drifted over to the naked Val on the table. “Daughter.” she said flatly, her arms still folded with the glaring look of a mother reserved for Val.
“M-mother.” Val replied, covering herself with a nearby backpack she’d brought with her.
Aethera rolled her eyes. “You have ten minutes to finish up. I need you on patrol.” she says with firmness in her voice. That gravelled and strong voice of hers could strike fear into anyone.
“Y-yes Warden Mother!” Lori almost shouts while saluting again.
“And Lori. We will have words about your priorities in the field and in your duties later.” she said with a threatening tone to her voice.
Her hard gaze shifts to Val after, the stone cold eyes able to send shivers up the spine of her adult daughter as if she was still just a little girl who’d knocked over a vase while playing too rowdy. She watched as Val’s ears flopped downward the same was she did as a child. “As for you young lady, you and I shall have a long talk about this on my next visit to Val’sharah.”
“Yes Mother.” Val said with a sigh of defeat.
It was then as Lori looked over the shoulder to the bushes out by the trees that she could see Laria and Arana giving her the thumbs up. Aethera took her leave and Lori looked to Val once more.
“Now what?” she inquired.
There was a long pause as they looked at each other.
“… She did say we had ten minutes.” Val remarked with a tilt of her head and a smile. One Lori returned right away as she got back between her lover’s thighs.
She was already in trouble, might as well enjoy it.
Hot Spring Hideaway
Arana finds herself getting hotter than the hot spring she finds herself in with handsome Zandalari, Jah'lih. Always nervous about her impressive endowment around men, she need not worry around Jah’lih.
Sorry about the delay between releases, but I hope you like this one as it was fun to work on. This one features one of my older side characters and a member of the "Spears of Elune" wardens with Lori.
Arana here is a well endowed woman, however she's almost entirely attracted to men! (RARE!?) Yet a woman of her size and additional appendage often scares off men (cowards!). That is until she encounters Jah'lih in a snowy hot spring in Kun-Lai Summit and discovers a new friend who's more than happy to show her just how beautiful she is.
Commissioned by: Knightlord
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“Oh Jeez, oh jeez!” Arana mumbles to herself as she watches the very handsome Zandalari Troll in the hot spring she’d been expecting to enjoy by herself. She had come here the past couple of days and found it completely empty for a nice long soak in the spring waters, yet here was this Troll seemingly from nowhere.
She watched him from behind a craggy outcrop, entirely naked, save for a towel she held against her form and the cover of the rocks.
The icy wind was relentless as it bit at her form. She had to make the choice to get into the hot spring or get dressed and leave. Still, she watched him wade through the water, lifting handfuls of it to pour over himself. The water ran down over his carved muscles and his shimmering golden tattoos, trickling down his body like rain drops on a heroic statue.
“Why’d he have to be hot?” She mumbles to herself again, her palm pushing her growing blue member between her thighs in spite of the nipping cold air. “Darn it stop getting excited, he wouldn’t like you anyway.” she says, as if talking to her own penis.
“You going to join me, Kaldorei? Or keep mumbling over behind that rock?” the thick Zandalari accent calls out to her.
Arana’s ears spike up at being discovered, before drooping down a little at the absolute amateurish nature of a Warden being caught sneaking. The Warden Mother would surely make her run laps if she heard about that.
“I uh… I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here.” She calls back timidly from her not so excellent hiding spot.
“Well its plenty big enough to share. Come.” He replies, seemingly unbothered by the spying.
Arana slips her half erect cock between her thighs, covering her lower half with the towel as she shuffle walks rather ridiculously over to the spring where the handsome Troll awaits her. She looked a little goofy trying so hard to hide it, especially since she wasn’t trying to hide her generous blue breasts at all.
“You going to get in with a towel on?” He asks, tilting his head at her.
“N-n-no that would be… uh… silly.” she says. Shoot, she had been hoping he wouldn’t notice that. Instead she comes up with an ingenious plan, at least to her silly mind it is. “Look over there! Whats that!” she exclaims, pointing to behind the Troll.
The troll simply shrugs. “If there was something there I’d have heard it.”
Oh he’s good, she thinks to herself. Finally though, she sighs as she drops away the towel and the reason for her ruse reveals itself to the Troll. A half-hard and spectacularly large blue cock hanging on the hips of a very beautiful elf. He was certainly surprised to see it, yet he wasn’t running down the mountain from her.
“Ah, I see now. I can assure you, that doesn’t bother me.” he says to Arana as she dips into the water.
Sweet warmth at last, she sinks right into the spring until only her head is above the surface. Pouting a little as she looks to him again. “O-oh. That’s good then.” she replies softly, still a little embarrassed.
“Jah’lih, by the way.” he says as he stands up out of the water. His lower half that had mostly been unseen until now is now fully above the surface. He had stood to give her a greeting gesture common among the Zandalari, but had left his very impressive manhood dripping with the hot water, glistening in a masculine stance.
Arana sank deeper still, only her white luminous eyes above the water as she hid the blush she wore from the sight before her. “A-Arana.” she said it with her mouth under the water at first, but quickly corrected herself and cleared her throat to repeat it again for him.
Jah’lih had been with and met his fair share of submissive women in his time, she might have been the most dorky and submissive Kaldorei he’d ever met. And cute too, of course. He could tell she was attracted to him and that she was far too timid to make a move, so he would make the move for her.
Arana blinks as she watches him wade through the water towards her, glistening muscled thighs sweeping through the hot steaming spring with the thick muscle bouncing majestically between them. Jah’lih offers a hand to her, inviting her to stand up fully with him to her full height as he offers her a kind yet dominant smile.
The elf hesitates for a moment, but then takes his hand as he helps raise her out of the water. It rushes down over her body and curves until it’s dripping. With averted eyes, Arana looks shy and embarrassed standing at her full height with that large wet blue cock twitching eagerly at the sight of the troll.
He smiles again, looking her over with his one good eye as he speaks in that gruff Zandalari accent of his. “What are you lookin’ so shy about? A big beautiful woman like you doesn’t need to be shy.” he says smoothly, his three-pronged hands settling on her hips as he tugs her forward to be close. Intimately close. So close in fact that their light and dark blue cocks cross each other like lowered swords. She was big but he was bigger.
Arana’s heart was racing, Jah’lih was proving quite the stud and he seemed to have her figured out. A passionate evening with the handsome Zandalari lay ahead and she couldn’t wait to indulge both his and her desires.
Loving Confirmation
Az’s hormonal nature sows some self-image doubts. Yet her beloved wife Vic is quick to remind her why even when she’s heavy with their child, she’s still the most beautiful woman in her eyes.
So this is first for my art! In my 10+ years of making art I've never once featured a pregnant lady so it was certainly an interesting challenge to make it work! Learned a lot but I think I succeeded in making it look both romantic and sexy to appeal to most. Do let me know if I did!
Commissioned by: Maxyo
Vic stirred awake from the sound of creaking floorboards. Not an uncommon sound in a tavern of course, but they were close and coming from the pacing of someone in the room. It was only her and her wife so she turns her head to see what’s going on. Her eyes are filled by the pale and beautiful half naked form of her lover, heavy with their child yet her face wore an expression of concern and a hint of sadness as she looked herself over in a tall mirror.
“Everything alright, love?” Vic asked from her armchair that she had seemingly fallen asleep in. They’d been traveling for a few days after all.
“I feel so… huge and a little gross.” Az said just loud enough for her beloved to hear. “I get why we haven’t made love in a while, who’d even want to when I look like this?” she said rubbing that protruding belly of hers yet still protective of it. She was of course hormonal and easily made emotional at such a stage of her pregnancy. It was bound to happen.
“C’mere.” Vic said immediately, beckoning her wife over to the chair in which she lounged. The firm yet caring tone of her voice caused Az to indeed step away from the taunting of a mirror to head over to her beloved.
Vic settled her palms on the round belly in which her child grew at first, before sliding her hands around to rest on her wife’s hips. “You look as beautiful as you always have to me, Az. With all the traveling I just haven’t had the chance to show you is all. That’s on me.” she says, taking the blame for her lover’s current mind.
Az was speechless, and just as she began to verbally dismiss the idea that Vic had any blame in such a thing, her lover had already began undressing herself. “Vic it’s not-”
The real shock was when Vic’s large dusky cock sprung up between those toned thighs of hers, revealing as strong of an erection as she’d ever had. Perhaps even more so. It twitched and pulsed eagerly at the sight of her pregnant wife and a deep blush settled in on Az’s pale cheeks.
“O-oh my. You’re really not turned off by this?” she asked. A hot flush of excitement washing over the wife as she admired that impressive physique of Vic’s. Words weren’t needed though, actions were loud enough as she found herself relieved of the little clothing she wore before being lovingly tugged into Vic’s lap.
Aztharoth was awash with emotion and excitement as she straddled that large dusky cock of Viconia’s. As the thick dark crown slipped hungrily inside, she knew already she was foolish to have doubted the passion of her wife. She felt a relief fall over her as Vic’s strong hands gently cupped her swollen tummy from beneath, taking the weight of it safely into her own hands to give her wife some freedom from carrying it alone. The cock felt amazing but that relief from the belly weight was blissful in itself.
So comfortable after a night of passionate gentle sex was she, that Az fell asleep in Vic’s lap on the arm chair. Thee weight still supported by those loving hands the whole night to allow her a sound rest that she sorely needed.
Handmaiden Heaven
A normal night for The Baroness, Melody and Lauren. Her two loyal handmaidens and lovers. Not all who serve her do so on equal footing, these two beauties are her most loyal, favored and loved of all.
A normal night for The Baroness, Melody and Lauren. Her two loyal handmaidens and lovers. Not all who serve her do so on equal footing, these two beauties are her most loyal, favored and loved of all.
Melody carefully waved the brush across the pristine nails of the hand she very carefully held in her own palm, being absolutely precise in the application of the nail polish. It was important and thankfully it was something she had done countless times before for the woman she served. She didn’t do it so carefully for fear of punishment though, she did it carefully because she wanted her mistress to receive her perfect attention as she truly believed she deserved it.
“Ugh. That I should have to make an appearance at this damnable noble party and not even be able to bring my girls. It’s going to be dreadfully boring.” Penelope rolled her eyes, looking at herself in the mirror. Admiring her radiant beauty so very vainly and full of vanity for herself. She looked incredible and she knew it. Her eyes darted over to the reflection of Melody. “And what will you two be doing while I’m gone, hm?”
“Waiting for you to get back, mistress.” Melody replies with a kindly yet very sincere smile. Indeed they would be waiting, for without her both her handmaidens felt entirely useless. They were at her side at almost all times, ever ready to serve her with unwavering doting loyalty. Not just as handmaidens, but as her two personal lovers. They were no common rabble slaves that slept in cells in the dungeons like many others. No, they were elevated above them and in direct service within the inner circle of The Baroness herself. None were closer to her than them.
Penelope smiled at her, briefly turning the hand she was having the nails painted of over to give Melody a stroke under her chin. “Good girl. Ensure the two of you are ready for my return, I will not be spending any longer among those suited apes in Stormwind than I need to.” she announces, turning her hand over again to let Melody continue her task.
“Yes Mistress!” Melody said.
“Myeff Miffstreff!” Another voice said, lower down and muffled between the legs of the Baroness.
Lauren, her other handmaiden, had originally been helping Penelope pick some shoes to go with her outfit. That was until The Baroness had gripped the ponytail of her silver-white hair, pushed her fancy noble dress aside at the front and guided the girl’s face directly between her thighs.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Lauren.” Penelope said with a tug of her hair. For several minutes Penelope had been pressing her womanhood to those plush lips of her handmaiden, even hungrily gyrating her hips in a downward manner to push Lauren’s tongue deeper between her moistened lips. The handmaiden may have controlled her own tongue, but the mistress’ hand was leveraging that ponytail like a handlebar, guiding and dragging her head to where she wanted it to be.
“Mistress, won’t you be late to the event? We wouldn’t want you to be late because of us.” Melody asks as she works her way down the nail of another finger with the little brush.
“Mhm, that’s my plan. Never arrive early to an event, Melody-dear. All the real guests show up when they please. Besides, the later I show up the less time I have to spend there.” She says with a sideways look down at Melody with a wink and a smile.
Melody blushes a little from the wink and the sage advice from a woman who simply oozed an aura of cool and confidence. She didn’t know how she did it, the raven haired handmaiden would spend hours fussing about something she had to attend, unable to relax even the night before. That was just how her mind worked, she guessed.
More time passed and at last her nails were done, expertly so. Penelope inspects them over with a firm nod of approval before turning to her handmaidens who stood at attention behind her. Melody was eager to see what she thought, before a beaming smile filled her dark lips at the approving nod. Lauren meanwhile, had an aching jaw and exhausted tongue from the lengthy period of eating her mistress’s pussy. She’d not had a moment to clean up either, judging by the moistness on her nose, lips and chin from the deed. She looked happy though.
“Right darlings, I’m off to this bloody event. You two relax and enjoy yourselves. Come, give mistress a kiss now.” she says with a parting tone in her voice.
Melody and Lauren scamper over to the tall goddess of a woman, each one taking their turn to kiss their shared lover’s lips. They had the night off from their duties, yet both would be eagerly awaiting The Baroness’ return all the same.
Girlfriend Experience
Caelie invites Lori to the royal bath house in Uldum to share some one on one time in the waters. Eager to see how it would feel to be Lori's girlfriend, she requests Lori give her a sexy romantic good time.
Phew, just made it before the end of the month. ~Wipes off sweat~
This one was a real pleasure to make and I'm especially pleased with how the water and lighting turned out in it. Two of my regular commissioners together in the same image again, it was bound to happen! The story for this one is Caelie invites Lori to a bathhouse to experience what it would be like to be her girlfriend. So we doin' it romantic stylez (thats style with a z so its cooler.)
Commissioned by: @Alzu_Darkveil
Caelie hadn’t been entirely sure if Lori would accept her invitation to join her at the royal bath house in Uldum, especially since she knew Lori had a girlfriend. Yet Lori did indeed show up as she said she would.
“You’re sure it’s okay that you’re here?” Caelie asks. “I don’t wish to cause problems.”
“Caelie, I love my girlfriend very much and we have a very open relationship.” Lori assures her, wading through the water towards the smaller Elf. “Besides, I don’t recall you being so shy when you had my cock between your lips in the vault infirmary.” she says with a cheeky grin.
Caelie couldn’t take her eyes off her, Lori was an impressive woman. A tall and muscular warden who looked absolutely stunning. And it was especially hard to ignore the base of her impressive cock as it peeked above the water line attached to those mighty hips. The smaller elf hadn’t even realized she had been backing up with each mighty step forward Lori took, but she soon realized when she felt the bump of a bath house pillar behind her.
Lori placed a hand on the pillar, resting her forearm against it just above Caelie’s head as she leaned in close to her. “Well, you got me all to yourself Caelie. What do you think we should do now?” the pink-skinned elf says with a smirk. Looming over the smaller elf with a clear dominant presence. She knew what Caelie wanted but she wanted to hear her say it.
Caelie blushed, biting her bottom lip a little as her eyes cast downward at the fat pink cock with it’s length was still hidden below the surface of the water. It was even crowned with a gold ring around the base. Lori was doing some ogling of the goods too, her eyes were looking down that tight, slim and curvy form of Caelie’s with even less subtlety than she was.
“If I was Val, how would you take me?” Caelie asks with a smile of her own.
Lori chuckles at that. Before her palm slips down over Caelie’s rear and down the back of her thigh. She grabs it, lifting her leg up on one side and then doing the same with the other leg until Caelie’s entirely lifted out of the water, her back pressed against the pillar she had bumped into.
Caelie wraps her arms around Lori’s neck, holding on to those tight firm shoulder muscles as she feels the taller Elf hold her by her ass. Caelie didn’t have nearly enough ass to be Val of course, those soft caked up cheeks didn’t quite spill over the edges of Lori’s palms and fingers like her beloved girlfriend’s did, but it was still a very nice ass to hold onto all the same as she closed in between her legs.
Lori’s cock had woken up now too, and as she presses it against Caelie’s eager nethers she smirks at her. “The girlfriend experience, eh? You got it.”
Caelie didn’t know it yet, but it took quite a woman. One of Val’s particular skill to be able to handle an Elf lover like Lori everyday. She asked for the girlfriend experience though, so she’d let her know just how that felt.
Beach Bum
Val's summer vacation gets rudely interrupted by Gara'ha who decides to meddle her way back into the unlucky elf's backdoor some beam bum fun! There's no escaping Orcs for the unlucky druid!
Oof sorry for the long break between releases! The War Within came out and I've been enjoying playing the game again (if you can believe that!) Catching up on my comms queue right now then I'd like to do some fun TWW themed content too.
After all, Val's got a bountiful delve and it's worth exploring hm? Gara sure thinks so.
(FULL SIZE 4k + NO BRANDING versions - Available exclusively to patrons here!)
COMMISSIONED BY: Devastate
Val blinks as a pair of dusky brown feet appear in front of her, she lifts her sunglasses and peers up at the source to settle her white luminous eyes on a familiar face indeed, a look of disbelief dawns over her pale features at the sight. A Mag'har Orc looming over her, arms folded and as equally naked as the beautiful Druid. She was smirking down at her with the smuggest of expressions, her large brown cock twitching at the view of the sunbathing elf.
"Well hello again my chubby bunny elf. I don't think I've seen you since... The Dragon Isles?" she says with a shit-eating grin - she remembered it of course, she had spent three days fucking and musking' up a stank of sex inside that small tent in the Ohn'ahran Plains with Val. It was a fond memory indeed. "I might not have spotted you on this beach if not for that fat ass of yours popping out of the sand." she chuckles deviously as she admires the very plump ass indeed.
"You again? How do we keep crossing paths!?" Val groans out, cursing the sheer lack of luck to run into this Orc yet again. "You know your little stunt in the plains got me captured by Gnolls. It was two weeks before adventurers freed me from being their breeding matron!" she says with a pout of disapproval.
Val protests a little more than she needs to about the Gnoll situation. She hadn't entirely hated it as she let on but she wasn't about to let this damned thorn of an Orc know that.
"Heh, my bad. But hey! You don't look any worse for wear out here sunbathing. And besides..." Gara quickly steps over and gets down onto her knees behind Val, she moves pretty quick for a big muscular Orc of her size. She very quickly has her impressive dusky cock slapped against and hotdogging Val's rear. "Ooo yeah it's way fatter. Look at the size of it!" she says, slapping Val's chubby round rump.
Val squirms a bit, but with Gara kneeling and pinning on the back of her legs she's not going anywhere. "It's not fat! Get off me you brute!" she says in protest and no small amount of denial.
"I'd say cut back on the buns, Val. But I love this look for you~" Gara growls approvingly, her fat brown cock poking and prodding up against Val's inviting backdoor with eager intent. Then like she's been invited, she plunges it deeply inside that familiar and welcoming ass right down to the base in a single thrust. Enjoying the jiggle of that elven rump from the momentum of her motion. "Nngff... still so easy to fuck yet so tight still!" she moans in a husky voice.
Val lets out a moan of her own, perhaps unexpectedly from the deed of being plunged into so suddenly. She balls up handfulls of sand as she feels the Orc invade her as she had many times before. "Ah! F-...rick!" she cries out. "Curse you, Orc! I'm on vacation!" she protests.
Gara begins to aggressively pump her muscular hips, shoving everything she's got into Val's snug hole and throwing caution to the wind. It was the famous Orcmeat elf after all, she was an expert on being fucked by huge Orcs!
"Hey I'm on vacation too. Right now I'm exploring your fat rump, chubby bunny!" Gara chuckled mischievously again, swatting her palm across the rear and leaving a few marks on it in the process.
Val sighed, with an eye roll and an audible groan at the Orc's terrible joke.
It seemed her vacation had been cut short.
Spear of Elune
As a Spear of Elune, Loriandra is blessed with a sacred duty to help the Kaldorei society recover from times of great loss and war. With the blessing of Elune that her and others like her carry, she takes to sacred breeding pools to do her part.
Lori is back and this time she's solo! They gave me a lovely pose to use for this piece and I just had to take it and add my own flair and set building to it. I think you'll agree that Lori looks delicious both in her semi and full mast versions eh!
Commissioned by: Loriandra
Loriandra is one of many Kaldorei women blessed from birth with the beauty of a Kaldorei female yet carrying the male appendage between their legs. Their society considers this mix a blessing directly from Elune and titles such individuals as 'Spears of Elune'.
Tasked with replenishing the population of Kaldorei society following moments of great loss or war in addition to their normal lives, it is not uncommon for the Spears of Elune to lay with countless women of their people and father many children. Especially as they're well known for their extreme virility compared to the men of their kind.
Following the tragedy of Teldrassil, Lori is called up to attend the breeding halls. A sacred place where she will lay with countless Kaldorei women in the sacred blessed waters of life giving. A candle is lit for every new soul born from the breeding halls and Lori has contributed many new candles in her duty~
Ecstasy of Gold
Caelie’s beauty can only be afforded by the most wealthy of folk willing to shower her in gold to get between those legs. You might even need to have the endless wealth of a Zandalari Merchant Lord to bed such a beauty~
Another release for you as I experiment with a couple of new techniques and stuff for my art. Do let me know if you like how my last two images have looked~
Commissioned by: Rakez
Caelie's arms squeezed around the pillow beneath her head as she braced against the eager thrusts of the Zandalari Merchant Lord behind her. Her beauty had entranced him, pushed him to offer more and more amounts of gold to have her to himself.
"What ya' gonna do with all that coin then, sweet gal?" Rah'go asked with an approving growl to his voice, he slowed his thrusts as his three prong palms squeezed the wonderful ass cheeks of the Elven beauty beneath him. His slow yet still very deep thrusts were to allow her the breath in her lungs to reply to his intrigue.
"Not sure, I guess that will be part of the fun of spending it." she says with a smile, her blue eye flicking to the corner of her turned head to look back at him.
"Mhm. Ya sure I can't convince ya' to give this up n' come be ma' wife? Ya'd live like a Zandalari princess. Wantin' for nothin’. You’d just have to get used to havin’ me inside ya every day.” Rah’go said with a chuckle, his thick dusky blue digits sinking into the flesh of her hips and rump, kneading them in a circular fashion as that fat elven rump amused him endlessly.
”Sorry Rah’go, I’m just not the kind of girl one can tie down for long.” She playfully replied, arching her back inward giving him plenty to admire from his perspective. It was better this way anyway, he might grow bored of her if he could have her whenever he wanted. This way made her able to dictate when she was bedded by him and certainly not without paying a small fortune every time he wanted his mitts on her.
“Ya highly addictive, you know, gal? Like the most dangerous of drugs. Ya know how to keep ‘em coming back for more.” the Zandalari Merchant Lord admitted with an approving shake of his head. He rolled that thick thumb of his against her back entrance with one hand while sprinkling several gold coins over the bed and the elf herself with the other. It was an entirely indulgent and shameless scene of paid sex with a high class whore and gross wealth use.
By the time the morning rolled in, the bed was covered in gold coins and the air of the room was thick with moisture of repeat and elongated all night fucking in the temperate climate of Zandalar.
It was an ecstasy of gold.
Costa Del Cation
On the beaches of Zuldazar, Valnoressa soaks up the sun on that beautiful thick body of hers as she enjoys the Zandalari heat. ts just sun, sea, sand and being naked for the young druid.
This is a special image as it was never meant to be seen by anyone but one person. Knightlord kindly and very generously helped me get my new pc to replace my ten year old one earlier this year and one of the special things about it was that he’d get an exclusive, signed pin-up of Val just for himself and also has the project file which is something I never give to anyone. So while you lot will never see the signed version, you can appreciate the art I made for him!
Thanks Knight <3
On the beaches of Zuldazar, Valnoressa soaks up the sun on that beautiful thick body of hers as she enjoys the Zandalari heat and does absolutely nothing. She thinks she’s earned a little vacation and a chance to be part of nature in a place she’s rarely been. Its just sun, sea, sand and being naked for the young druid.
A perfect summer.
The Warden's Birthday
In all her ten thousand years, Aethera has never enjoyed three beautiful femboys at the same time. Something Zozu ratifies when he invites his good friends Ri'lael and Saran to join him in celebrating her b-day!
A few releases still coming including a couple of commissions! But I hope you’ll enjoy a triple threat of my most beautiful boi characters with the mighty Aethera. In all her ten thousand years, Aethera has never enjoyed three beautiful femboys at the same time. Something Zozu ratifies when he invites his good friends Ri'lael and Saran to join him in celebrating the Kaldorei MILF's birthday!
Even a stoic woman like Aethera couldn't help but visibly smile as she found herself the center of attention of three beautiful feminine boys. She wasn't quite sure how she'd lucked into this particular arrangement but she certainly wasn't complaining. She'd always held a fondness for beautiful boys, it was inexplicable to her really, they were just so delicate and cute that they made for fun bedfellows in spite of their shortcomings.
She reached her right arm backwards to grope the rear of the very spirited Elf boy behind her. He wasn't endowed enough to actually penetrate the large rear of the tall amazon-esque Elf woman he humped eagerly from behind. Saran was his name, he was one of Zozu's friends along with the Troll boy Ri'lael.
Saran's arms were wrapped around the strong midriff of Aethera as his little hips humped so very quickly at the firm yet full asscheeks of the Warden, his cock sandwiched between the mounds providing him the pleasure he sought even if he wasn't actually penetrating. Everytime he began to slow down or tucker out, Aethera would give him a firm smack on the rear and peer down at him as his head popped out from around her side with a dominant expectant gaze - it always worked, it sent those hips humping like a rabbit again.
Her eyes then flicked to the blue-skinned troll boy, Ri'lael, who seemed obsessed with her matronly chest. The lad had barely parted those lips from her tits since meeting her. He was a delicate thing, a little shy and clearly not used to the company of a strong woman. Or any woman for that matter. He hung on Aethera's every word too, mezmerized by her strong aura. She didn't know it yet, but she's awaken to him suckling her breast the following morning.
Then her gaze turned to Zozu, her beloved boyfriend and servant. Seemingly the only Orc and Male permitted daily access to the Vault of the Wardens for his role. His face was buried up between those tits, looking lovingly up at her as his little cock penetrated her pussy from the front. He too was humping away like a horny pup, unable to really please the woman he was with but still so doting and eager to try.
She silently enjoyed the amusement of the boy's chatting as they doted on her.
"How'd you score such a milf girlfriend, Zozu!" Saran, inquired as bluntly as ever.
"I guess I'm just lucky. She's so pretty isn't she? And strong! Don't you think so Ri'lael?" he asked, beaming happily up at her.
"Mmffnngfff~" Ri'lael replied, a mouthful of Elf tit in his mouth.
A very happy birthday awaited Aethera, and the day was only getting started.
Her Acolyte
Scarlett once thought herself able to learn from The Baroness, now she serves as her acolyte. Corrupted, turned into a willing servant of this dark and twisted woman. None who serve her know her end goal, they know only love for their mistress.
Bit of a slow month, but I still managed to get out this imposing art of the Baroness with one of her loyal acolytes, Scarlett! This was genuinely fun to work on and forgive the quiet month… Elden Ring and Dawntrail stunlocked me >.>
<Written on some old parchment, the edges tinged by fel flame>
She's so beautiful, radiant and magnificient. Terrifying. She looks out across a dark cosmos, as it lies at her feet and so do I. She rolls her shoulders a little as her demonic wings expand, she flaps them a couple of times before letting them rest. She clicks her finger at me, and I quickly crawl to her leg, hugging it with my arms and the side of my face. She runs her hand through my hair, stroking it as if I were common house pet. Bliss.
It was there as I peered up through unworthy eyes that I truly saw the foolish folly of my belief that I could learn to be as powerful as her. That was why I had come to her all that time ago after all. I thought myself a warlock approaching another warlock on equal footing for instruction, but I was so wrong. I must have looked so small to her.
She was on a path to greater power long before she met me and I feel deeply honored to be in her presence as she consolidates that power. It would be naive to say that I stand at her side, I do not. Nobody stands her equal, I merely grovel at her feet as she transcends her humanity into something greater. I envy her clothes as they get to be against her warmth at all times, I wish I was the dust on her boots, at least then my kissing of them wouldn’t be so fleeting.
When she looks down at me I feel a sense of belonging and a need to serve, I feel her eyes staring at me, through me and inside me into the deepest blackest depths of my soul to measure my worth. When she beds me, she revels in my mortal corrupt body and I've learned that what would count as shaming and debasing myself for someone in my old life is called loyal service in this one.
As we lay in her bed last night, she moved atop me and pinned my hands back to the sheets. My heart raced. Then she let my hands go and slipped hers around my neck, pressing me down as she squeezed so tight. Those eyes stared deep into mine as she squeezed the life from my lungs. She was trying to see something in me, taking me to the edge of death. I didn't fight her, not even a little. My life was hers to take if she wanted it, it was not my place to deny mistress the taking of something that belonged to her already.
Then she let go, and as the world returned from a blackening blur to clarity again and the life giving air filled my lungs once more I found myself looking up at her dominant expression. That smug smile on her lips as she peered down at me, the bruises of her grip already beginning to appear on my neck.
I had pleased her, yet in what way I can't be sure. Was it a test of loyalty to her? If I had fought back would she have ended me? Perhaps it was a reminder of how quickly and easily she could take my life at any moment. She offered no explanation, called me "Her Acolyte" and then straddled my face with those powerful hips. She had me eat her ass and pussy for so long that my tongue ached, it was wondeful.
I love her so very much. If you're reading this and The Baroness envelopes you in her wings, do not fight her. Let her draw you close into the warm embrace of her bosom. Surrender dignity, pride and shame - only then can you truly know what it means to serve something far greater than yourself.
To my family and friends I once had, you must forgive me. I have long forgotten your faces and the sound of your voices in my mind. I have no room to remember them, I must forget and pledge myself entirely to my mistress. She has shown me that the fleeting mortal ties of my old life are nothing compared to the long eternal life of service to her that awaits me. When you all crumble to dust in the ground, I shall remain at my mistress' feet, basking in her glorious beauty and power.
Weep not for me, as it is I who should weep for you. To live a life without the Baroness is an empty one.
Farewell shadows of my old life.
- Scarlett,
Loyal Acolye of The Baroness
The Hate Fuck
Aylee is SI:7 and Jelria is 7th Legion. Allies under the same banner but they hate each other’s guts. One is always getting in the way of another in some manner which leads to fighting and eventually… great hateful sex.
Aylee and Jelria return together this time as they bump heads and other body parts! Both enemies of one another, yet they always seem to end up in bed with one another. Or anywhere with objects that double as a bed at any rate. After Aylee’s undercover op for SI:7 gets blown by Jelria and her 7th Legion comrades, the pair have a huge disagreement and sex often follows.
Commissioned by: Jelria & Aylee
“Oh my gosh, are you gonna tie the knots sometime this century? Must be those pig-fingers making it take ages.” Aylee remarked, scowling up at Jelria who fastened the ropes that wrapped around the SI:7 agent’s naked and beautiful body.
Jelria responded with a roll of her eyes and then a firm smack to Aylee’s rear. The smack was a sharp and spiteful one too, she wanted it to hurt. “Shut up will ya? I’m making sure your SI:7 rat body doesn’t squirm free. Your kind are good at that.”“Aghh! Grrrr… Oh that sounds like a plan! I thought Jelria and her 7th Legion knuckle draggers didn’t know how to do plans.” Aylee shot back quickly, her rear still humming from the sting of the smack as she squirmed about trying to slip free. That wasn't happening, all that extra time tying those knots had ensured they weren't being slipped out of.
“What are you blabbering about now?” Jelria replied with an irritated sigh and a casual slap of her very large cock against the vulnerable and moistening pussy before her.
“You BLEW my op! Six months of surveillance down the drain because YOU and YOUR pigs went storming in.” Aylee angrily yelled, finding an angle to shove her foot up against the side of Jelria’s face.
“We got the cell, everyone got arrested. You’re not evening making sense. That is a good result you idiot.” she shot back struggling with the foot pressing against her face. Everytime she batted it away, Aylee would shove it back against the side of her head.
“A good result!? Big whoop! You got a bunch of small fries behind bars. A little more time and I could have got the whole network! Fuck I hate you so much!” Aylee argued back, their bickering was getting louder and showed no signs of passing. Thankfully it was just the two of them down there in that empty criminal den.
“Pfft, you weren’t gonna take down shit. You were spinning your wheels in that group for months and getting nothing. We made a call and it was the right one. Just another failure for Agent Aylee. First the Poundflesh Clan op now this.” Jelria shot back with spitefulness in her words to match those raining down on her from the bound up petite agent.“Oh digging up the past huh? What about you? Did you get bored of harassing flower-picking elves in the park? Decided to come fuck up my operation? I can’t wait to take you down for corruption.” she hissed back through gritted teeth.
Jelria was already rock hard between her strong legs, all the fighting and the bickering mixed with the lustful nature between them always had this effect when it came to Aylee. She absolutely hated that agent, always enjoyed getting in her way and ruining her operations, but above all that she loved fucking her rough.
“You know what, let's hear your voice do something other than bitch.” Jelria growled, pushing the head of her cock deeply and suddenly inside Aylee while she fought with the kicking barefoot at her face. She was bottoming out inside her pussy as it prompted a loud moan and cry out from the SI:7 agent. Her voice echoing around the abandoned halls of the sewer lair crime scene.Aylee loved that big cock of hers, not that she’d ever admit that to Jelria of all people. She’d sooner die than say anything nice to this piece of work. “Ugh, don’t fucking look at me while you do it you pig.” she hissed through gritted teeth, stifling her moans a bit.
“Yeah you’re right, there must be a paper bag around here somewhere you can wear, do us both a favor.” Jelria smirked spitefully as she reveled in twisting Aylee’s insult back at her. All smug and righteously as she pounded her hips furiously against her, forcing sloppy sounds of wet hateful sex to echo around the empty halls of a once thriving criminal den.It was just the two of them now. No organizations or duties, just them, their hate for one another and the best nasty sex either of them could ever hope to have.
Corruption II
Deep in the lair of the Baroness, Zoey finds her body is succumbing to the corruption of her mistress and the fel. She sprouts horns, develops fel green eyes and pointy fangs. She’s becoming half demon and ever more loyal to her captor.
Back with another Baroness piece featuring the OC of Dyp, Zoey! Seems all her time as one of Penelope's loyal servants has started to have some kind of effect on her physical form. Are those fel eyes and horns? Oh dear!
Commissioned By: Dyp
The flow of time in the Baroness’ off-world lair was a difficult thing to grasp for those who had been there for a long time. Time moves differently there, and the lack of a sky and sun to determine the passing of days made it all the more difficult. The sky was an endless expanse of the cosmos, stars littered across a black and purple gown like beautiful diamonds twinkling above this prison.
Zoey had been there longer than she could determine, a new life given her by the Baroness. One of loyalty and servitude to a woman of incomprehensible evil. A threat yet unknown by the world of Azeroth but far different from the ones they were used to. Zoey's body was a tool of pleasure for her selfish and lustful deeds. But as horns sprout from her head and the corruption of the fel takes hold of her over time. Is there perhaps another reason for this servitude?
Chains of Freedom
A romance born of two completely different people and worlds colliding. A simple tailor’s assistant finds a new life in the desert as the slave wife of a mighty Tanari woman. Liberated from her boring old life, she has never been happier!
Looks like this big dark-skinned beauty I did art of some while back has a new wife and this one isn’t a cute boy! I loved the idea these people brought to me of this handsome beauty coming into this normal Elwynn ladies’ life and turning it exciting.
Commissioned By: KhalidaRP & Summerton
Sarah lived in the vibrant city of Stormwind, amidst the bustling streets and bustling marketplaces. She possessed a rare beauty that seemed to capture the essence of sunlight itself, with cascading locks of golden hair framing her delicate & beautiful features with eyes as blue as the ocean. Despite her outward allure, Sarah's life felt hollow and unfulfilled in almost every possible way.
For years, Sarah had toiled away as a tailor's assistant, stitching fabrics and mending seams with practiced precision. While she possessed a talent for the craft, the monotony of her days left her longing for something more than the mundane existence she had grown accustomed to. Each morning, she would wake up to the same routine, yearning for excitement and adventure beyond the confines of her small world.
It was amidst this longing that Sarah encountered Khalida, a striking woman of the desert from the distant lands of Uldum and Tanaris. Khali exuded an air of confidence and mystery that immediately ensnared Sarah's attention, her tall and statuesque figure drawing her blue gaze. With skin of ebony and eyes as golden as the dunes, Khalida possessed a beauty that was as stunning as it was intimidating.
As Sarah found herself drawn to Khalida, she began to realize that her old life no longer held the same appeal it once did. The prospect of adventure and the unknown beckoned to her, pulling her away from the familiarity of Stormwind and into the embrace of something new and exciting. With each passing moment in Khalida's presence, Sarah felt a sense of liberation she had never known before, as if she were shedding the constraints of her old life like a second skin.
Sarah was never the kind of girl to lay with someone they just met, it wasn’t the way she was raised. Yet how could she possibly resist that incredible, handsome and charming woman of the sands? Sarah had confidence issues about being naked though, she was a little plump and pudgy in places. She even found it difficult to reveal her stretch marks and the little pouch of belly fat she had gained from a long period away from dating.
She need not worry so much with Khali, though. In fact Khali was quite fond of a pale-skinned foreigner with such a body type, she adored grabbing, stroking and kissing those extra pouches of fat and she loved stroking her marks while referring to them as Sarah’s tiger stripes. She couldn’t get enough of the loud plap of flesh smacking flesh as those toned mighty hips smacked hungrily against Sarah’s jiggly round rump.
After two days in bed talking and fucking. Getting to know one another deeply and intimately, Khalida extended an invitation for Sarah to accompany her to Uldum. Sarah didn’t hesitate to accept it! Leaving behind the disappointment of her old life, Sarah embarked on a journey into the unknown, guided by the promise of a future filled with passion and adventure.
Upon arriving in Uldum, Sarah found herself immersed in a world unlike anything she had ever known. The vast expanse of the desert stretched out before her, its golden sands shimmering in the sunlight like a sea of molten gold.
As Khalida's wife, Sarah became part of her harem. Yet, as she embraced her new role, she discovered a newfound sense of belonging. No longer bound by the stress of expectation and monotony, Sarah reveled in the attention and adoration lavished upon her by Khalida and the other wives. The other wives were all so different and kind too. Some were stunningly beautiful women of various races and sizes/shapes. Others were beautiful feminine boys of a similar variety. Yet all made her feel welcome, all bound together by their shared love of the mighty Khalida.
But it was not just the lavish lifestyle of the harem that captivated Sarah, it was Khalida herself. Khalida possessed a skill and stamina in the bedroom that left Sarah breathless and satisfied with each encounter. The golden haired human discovered things about herself she had never known before, desires and fantasies she had never dared to explore until now. In Khalida's arms, Sarah felt liberated to embrace her true self, free from judgment.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, she found herself falling deeper in love with Khalida. Together, they forged a bond that transcended the boundaries of culture and tradition, a love that was as boundless as the desert itself.
In Khalida, Sarah had found not only a lover, but a partner, a confidante, and a soulmate. And though she wore a collar with a chain dangling from it, leading to the dusky palm of her new wife, Sarah had never felt more free.
Slave of the Incubai
Caelie finds herself in quite the predicament as she’s taken captive by four Incubai and turned into their lust slave. Will she escape their mind control before their constant feeding on her womanly pleasure kills her? She sure hopes so!
Back with another release! Everyone seems to like corruption and mind control so I got to do this piece for Rakez of their lovely elf, Caelie. She's got herself in a spot of bother with not one but FOUR Incubai!
Also includes a bonus version with text over on my patreon!
Commissioned by: Rakez
Incubai were an incredibly rare find on Azeroth, even after the Legion war. So Caelie certainly had been surprised to encounter four in the same spot all at once. One would think that an incubus starved of pleasure would be an easy target, but in reality it only made them more ravenous and dangerous in equal measure.
It only took one of them to put Caelie under a mind control spell to put their starvation at an end. The elf could see, hear and feel everything they were doing to her, but the mind was blank and warped by the spell. She was a passenger in her own body, an experience unlike anything she had felt before. Even words spoken by her weren’t formed by her own will but pushed into her mind by the spell upon her, she spoke and while it was her voice speaking it wasn’t something she had tried to say.
It wasn’t her flesh they fed upon, but her pleasure. A single incubus could deliver immense pleasure on a woman yet four could leave her in a constant state of ecstasy. This was good for them, the more pleasured and excited she was the more they could feed on that energy. Her womanly pheramones were like a drug to them, simply being near her while they pleasured her endlessly and basked in the radiance of a fertile and aroused female was enough to keep them sated for a long time.
One might think it an incredible fate to be so used, but it is incredibly dangerous. So ravenous are they that the creatures can feed for days, even weeks. A demon may be able to survive that long, but a mortal woman would surely perish before that time. Be it by exhaustion or starvation.
Caelie must break the spell or be rescued before it’s too late!
Stop, Criminals Cum!
Jelria catches Val in the private gardens of Stormwind park tending the flowers at such a late hour. Val has permission to be there, but Jelria isn’t buying her story and decides to dispense some criminal justice of the fat bottomed elf herself.
Time for my newest release! A commission featuring Val and Jelria (one of Lori's alt characters too!) Plan to get another image or two out this month so please look forward to those. Also you might even spot my new birb mascot in this image!
Don’t forget, you can get the raw 4k brandingless/logoless versions in PNG format exclusively on my patreon.
Commissioned by: Loriandra
“Well Miss Valnoressa? Anything to say for yourself in defense of this most heinous crime against the crown?” Jelria asked with no small amount of judgement in her voice. She loomed over the naked and bound elf in the park, placing her foot on the side of her head as she began to mount her from above.
“NNgh... You’ve got this all wrong. I’ve got permission from the king to tend the private gardens of the park!” Val replied, her face smooshed a little under the foot resting on it. She felt the rugged palms of the human woman pull her hips up to her preferred height.
“Pfft. A likely story. Incredibly convienent that the King isn’t around to confirm this. Tresspasser thief!” she accused. Of course Jelria wasn’t even sure if what she had done was an actual crime. Nor did she know or care if she actually had permission to be there. The simple fact of the matter was that she had come across a fat rumped Kaldorei woman on her patrol and simply needed any excuse she could muster to get her alone.
“It’s the truth...nnnmf!” Val protested, though it was in vein. She felt Jelria begin to prod her backdoor with her cock, that was surprisingly large for a human.
“Sure it is ya’ fat rumped harlot. Judging by your collar you’re some kinda’ sex deviant. Probably hanging around the park at night lookin’ all fuckable hoping this would happen, hmmm?” Jelria remarked as she admired Val’s ass while using her palms to spread those plump mounds apart. Her hole looked anything but virgin that was for sure, with a near constant finger width gape at all times.
Jelria could hardly contain herself. She’d never encountered a Kaldorei quite so plump and appealing in shape. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip as she slid her bottom studded cock inside the Elf’s welcoming rear. Slowly at first but with a quick thrust of the final half once she realized how used to cock in her backdoor this elf really was.
“MMhnf... We’re just stacking up your charges here aren’t we, knife-ears? Public indecency. Nnf. Public Sex. Mmfff. Resisting arrest. Nngh~!” She listed off her completely false charges, thrusting her hips down into Val as she kept her upper body pinned to the floor with her foot on her head.
The park was deserted at this hour. It had been the appeal of it for Val, she liked sitting among nature and enjoying night flower picking for her various medicines and herbal remedies. She certainly hadn’t anticipated things ending up like this. She noticed a couple of fully armored guardsmen approach to see what the light and noise were. Then she watched them chuckle to one another and take their leave once they saw Jelria. Naturally they knew who the captain of the 7th legion was after all.
The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed around the empty park. The plaps and claps of Jelria’s huge hefty balls slapping against Val’s pussy were meaty and wet. The sound of rough n’ rampant sex drifted off into the calm, clear Stormwind night.
After a night of vigorous punishment, all charges against Val were dropped.
