Revenge & Patience
Escape is inevitable for someone as powerful as the daughter of the sea. Until then she'll have to endure being Sylvanas’ personal sex slave and toy.
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Hey guys, hadn’t planned to do another edit of this Whitemane image but a fan really wanted to get one made so I took an out of season commission to make it happen. So I hope you enjoy Jaina shackled up for your viewing pleasure!
Commissioned Edit By: Nyx
Jaina is at the mercy of the Banshee Queen's lust, yet Sylvanas has underestimated the Lord Admiral's power. Even now she slowly recovers mana through her weakly enchanted magic dampening shackles.
The Howling Well
Val & Kalli reunite to throw their night of debauchery and shared appreciation of Worgen men. Pick a partner for the night and get as knotty as you like!
Sorry it took so long to get this one out, there were some minor set backs and revisions to make it happen but I think it turned out well in the end! All the Elves (except for Val and Kalli) in this picture are winners of the giveaway that took place over on my Discord, so big congrats to them and I hope you liked seeing your characters in a big scene like this!
Giveaway Winners: Itirael, Theta Five, Valou, КОРРУПЦИЯ, Bix, Shadee, Eji, Run’themas, Linael
Val was happy to be back at an event she helped create with her brother several years back when the Worgen were brought into the Alliance. It was the fruits of her and her brother’s labor in arranging a yearly event in the forest outside their village. For every year on this night during midsummer, Worgen and Kaldorei would come together in the Howling Well to honor the wolf ancient Goldrinn and enjoy the strengthening bond between their two peoples.
Val had missed the last two years though, having been enslaved by the demons before and the Orcs prior to that. It was also to be the first reunion of the Leafwhisper twins, as Kalli hadn’t missed attending the little event even as a married pirate - his Vrykul husband always let him leave to participate.
The event was more exciting and busy than ever, especially with news of Val returning to join in after being missing from it in the last couple of years. The news of her return to the event had even coaxed one of Val’s ex-boyfriends into attending, a large alpha Worgen she had dated briefly before she set out on her travels during the Catacylsm. He had desires to pick up where they left off, but he’d settle for just being her sex partner for the event in the meantime.
Kalli too was re-partnering with someone, though this particular Worgen was a fellow who was keen to see his marriage to his Vrykul pirate husband end so that he could claim the boy as his own wife. He had been trying for seven years to steal the femboy away and each time he left sexually satisfied but still a single Worgen.
The Leafwhisper twins themselves had some catching up to do too, though that would have to wait until after the event. After all, it’s rather difficult to have a heart to heart discussion with family with a Worgen’s knot buried deep inside you!
Argent Defeat
Captured by the Scourge during the Argent Tournament, Argent Confessor Paletress isn't fairing too well in the depths of Icecrown Citadel.
Bonus edit I did of the Whitemane image from yesterday. Featuring Argent Confessor Paletress in a similar situation with the Scourge during the events of Wrath. Though she’s not taking it quite as well.
The year is 2009 and the Argent Tournament is well under way in Icecrown. Preparations for the Siege on Icecrown Citadel looks promising, but disaster has struck as one of the beloved champions of the Argent Crusade has been captured.
It had all happened so quickly, one moment Paletress had been in her personal tent helping a young handsome crusader “confess” his sins and the next she was here. Bound and stripped, her arms hoisted above her head in a place that reeked of death and emanated a powerful unholy aura. It was unmistakably deep within Icecrown Citadel that she had been taken, her ocean blue eyes gazed through the bars of her cage at the various zombies, ghouls and death knights going about their tasks.
Yet it was worse than that, she spied the reanimated corpse of the very same young crusader she had been so vigorously working a confession out of on her bed what felt like moments ago. His features were pale, his eyes illuminated blue and his form clad in the unmistakable saronite armor of the Death Knights. Seemingly she had been here longer than she realized.
She did the only thing she could think to do in such a place. She began to whisper a prayer to the light, but was interruped by a loud terrifying voice echoing throughout her mind. It took a moment for her to realize who the voice belonged to, the sudden shock and volume of it startling as well as the accompanying pain of it forcing it’s way into her mind. This could only be the voice of the Lich King himself.
“Argent Confessor Paletress, you’ve been a bastion of hope to your fellow crusaders and a thorn in the side of my loyal servants for far too long. You will make a great necromancer of the scourge or you will die in this cage.”
The voice said with no small amount of judgement and gravitas as it penetrated her thoughts.
“It would be unfair to deny my subjects their revenge for the many allies you’ve taken from them and the falsehoods of the light you’ve preached, Confessor. You will indeed join their ranks but not before your body lies broken, defeated and ripe with the scent of fear.”
The voice of the Lich King then faded, leaving behind a headache that felt not too different from the morning after a Dwarven tavern crawl. While the voice had gone, it took her a moment to recuperate from such power pressing on the edges of her mind so dominantly and viciously.
She opened her eyes and turned her gaze upward towards the cage in front of her, when her blurred vision corrected it self, she let out a shocked gasp at the sight of several Death Knights and ghouls gathered around her cage. Even the young crusader from before was at the front of the pack, his pale cock bared and the fresh coagulated scar of his slit throat fully visible to her. The door to the cage opened and all began to move inside to join the Argent Confessor, who reacted in horror from the realization of their intent.
“B-back you vile creatures! The light protects me! The light protects me!”
She cried out as their long shadows blocked out the light around her, enveloping her in the cold grasp of death.