What’s this? Hetero content? In my femboy-futa-artist work? just kidding of course. But it has been a minute since I did some straight content. So here’s hopefully the first of much more!
Commissioned by: Altrek
As Altrek shut the door to the interrogation room behind him, he locked it. The sound of clanking metal echoing and bouncing around the walls of the small empty cell as his gaze fell upon the figure at the center of it. A beautiful shapely Elven woman, white of hair and fair of skin - completely stripped bare of her clothing. Her gaze was downward cast, as if in prayer, her arms suspended up from wall to wall by long chains.
Save for a few bruises and scrapes, she seemed unsullied by rougher hands than his. He had half expected to arrive and find her already in the midst of a rough and brutish group use of her womanly charms. It seemed his command for her to be untouched before interrogation had been heeded, much to his surprise.
“Valnoressa? Are you awake? It’s me, Altrek.” He asked in a soft tone, offering her a smile of comfort with his words as her head raised and those white orbs settled on his own.
“Altrek? It’s... been quite sometime. Have you come to free me?” She asked, hopeful.
“I have. Though they believe me to be interrogating you, if I leave too soon they will be suspicious.” The handsome human explained. “I will sit with you a while to pass the time.” He nodded.
Val nodded, a comfortable silence lingered between them for a few moments, before the Human broke it. “I see your beauty has only grown since last we met. I have not forgotten your kindness to me at Bashal’Aran.” He explained and complimented in kind.
“Thank you. And it seems my deed of kindness has come back to me in a good way this day. Elune’s blessing no doubt.” She smiled with a bow of her head.
He didn’t particularly know much about Elune, being a man of the light and all. Yet he could see the the strange lay of fate that had brought him back to this Elf of all Elves. He yet drew breath thanks to her masterful healing, a Scarlet who had fought the Undead in Darkshore in Alliance with her kind. His will to slay the Forsaken was welcome, but he himself was largely tolerated by the Kaldorei. Given the cold shoulder by all except the healer who saw to his wounds.
More though, he looked back fondly on the night before his discharge from the medical tent. When he had gazed up at those bouncing mounds of chest in front of his face as she rode his cock several times to completion before dawn’s light parted their company. As he looked to her shackled and chained, he realized she had grown more voluptuous and plump in all the right places since that night. A vision of beauty somehow improved.
“Dare I ask why you find yourself bound within these walls, Val?” He inquired as he approached, taking a knee in front of her as he looked her in the eye.
“I seek rare herbs that only grow close to this place. I had hoped the Scarlets had moved on or forgotten my past escape... it seems I was mistaken on both points.” She explained. The elf couldn’t help but notice how good the human looked as well, ever the handsome fellow in his fetching armour. She had laid with precious few Humans in her time but he certainly stood among them as memorable and well equipped for the task of mating with a Kaldorei.
The body rarely lies when presented with what it desires. Seeing the Human again had presented that much for Val. Without garments her body stood bare for him to see the way her nipples stood firm in his close proximity, as well as the gentle moistening of her lower lips that caught the torchlight.
“Spirit me from this place, Altrek. And perhaps we can relive that night many moons ago.” Val would say with a soft smile on her lips, a desire in her eyes.
“Why wait? We have time to kill and you’re already well presented for me.” Altrek shot back, running a finger down between her breasts to circle around her belly button.
The touch of his rugged hands upon her beautiful form only hastened the reaction of it. Goosebumps spreading across her flesh as she kneeled entirely at his mercy, her hands raised up by chains and hanging outward like spread wings. “Sounds like you would use my precarious situation to your advantage.” she remarked with a smirk.
He chuckled at that, beginning to remove his armour and set it on a nearby table. As he lay his body bare, she could see the faded marks of the wounds she had healed on him from their previous encounter. Practically invisible, the handiwork of a skilled mender of flesh. He had forgotten how tall these elven women were, how they towered over human men of his ilk. And that was before one factored in Val’s particular assets. She lacked the athletic and trim form of the average Kaldorei, instead carrying wide child-bearing hips, a heavy chest and the soft plumpness of a she-elf of breeding stock. A cruel jest considering the collar did not allow the blossoming of new life.
He could stay himself no longer from the warmth of her touch. The human moving himself behind the kneeling chained elf to rest his rugged palms upon the pristine soft flesh of her hips. He leaned in over her shoulder, placing his lips to hers as he kneaded the flesh of her hips and held them like handlebars, tugging them into his cock as he pressed inside her moist nethers from behind.
He was far from the biggest she’d taken of course, but as humans went we was well very well endowed indeed. Soft moans escaping her lips as his hot breath caressed the back of her neck and his teeth nibbled affectionately at her long sensitive ear. As his pace increased, so too did the sound of flesh smacking flesh with the beat of his hips against her magnificently pillowed rear.
His mending injuries had kept him from fully experiencing all that her womanly form had to offer when last they met. Now though, he was free to enjoy it all. His hands slipped up from those wide hips, tracing the soft curves of her body to settle his palms on her plentiful chest. He gathered the breasts in his grip, kneading them between his fingers while pulling on them.
Only the sounds of masculine grunts, feminine moans and the rattling of chains to the backdrop of flesh smacking flesh could be heard in the small room. He turned her head sideways as he leaned in over her shoulder, stealing a kiss as he took her from behind. Neither one of them shy about the sharing of tongues between their meeting lips. He enjoyed the muffled rumble of her moans against him as he drew a hand back and swatted it across her meaty backside.
Val knew that she was in safe hands with Altrek. And that he would spirit her away from this awful place in due time. It was ever so rare to meet a friendly face while one was bound in bondage. She adored how attentive he was to her pleasure, the squeeze of her breasts and the venturing palm sliding around her hip from behind. Fingers pressing against her nethers in rubbing and teasing touch throughout the deed. She threw her hips back into his thrusts, biting her bottom lip as she got into the fun.
As their eyes locked in the midst of the throes of passion. No words were needed. There was trust entire between them.