Kaldorei Superiority
Val’s rare dominant side bubbles to the surface when she puts a Sin’dorei in her place beneath her. Literally!
Did you know Val tends to be more dominant when she’s with a woman? Well it’s true, especially when those women are Elves of a different type than herself. This image was part of a giveaway over on my discord in which a Belf belong to one of my fans would appear in an image with Val! Here’s the result.
Congrats to Valarynn for winning the giveaway on my Discord!
P.S - Val’s little rivalry with Alori is strictly goofing/messing about between me and the person who own’s the character. Don’t get IRL mad about it. You’d think I wouldn’t have to say that and yet I know how people get about this kind of shit.
When Val catches a cute Blood Elf sneaking about her village in Val’Sharah, she decides to teach the little lady a lesson that takes her all night long to deliver. Valarynn spends the night as Valnoressa’s bottom bitch and by the time morning rolls around, she’s very familiar with her place beneath the taller and stronger Kaldorei.
Not satisfied with just dominating the Sin’dorei all night, she mounts the golden eyed girl’s face and uses her fancy S.E.L.F.I.E camera to snap a very naughty picture. Additionally she forwards the snap to her rival elf, Alori with a cheeky message.
Sisters of Vengeance
With the battle of Darkshore won by the Kaldorei - Maiev and Tyrande hold some private celebrations.
And I’m back! Had a nice break for my birthday, did some fun stuff and now it’s back to work again. Figured I’d kick it off with something I haven’t done before and something I haven’t done in a long time. Maiev and Tyrande (especially Night Warrior Tyrande) haven’t got a lot of love in Warcraft smut so I’m adding to that with my latest entry here, also I haven’t done a Night Elf futa image since like 2014 so I guess this was long overdue as well. Hope you like seeing the vengeance sisters together! I decided to make Maiev the futa and Tyrande the female for this pairing, as I figure even with her badass new look and attitude - Maiev would more than likely be the one wearing the trousers in bed between those two.
Below is a silly/fun “alternate reality” lore craft based around the pairing. Hope you like it. If you want to see more of these two then let me know.
With the battle for Darkshore hard fought and even harder won, the Kaldorei reign supreme over the Horde invaders of their lands. Throughout the long campaign, Maiev and Tyrande relied heavily upon each others strength and will to fight in order to lead their sisters to vengeful victory over the Forsaken.
The pair grew close, closer even than Tyrande had been with her own husband who had perished early on in the campaign to retake their homelands. In time, the pair had begun to spend more and more time together outside of battles and strategy meetings - prompting Tyrande to discover that Maiev had been hiding more than her battle scarred body beneath the Warden armor she wore so well.
To say Maiev carried the genitals of a man was an understatement, no man was her equal in girth or length. Having spotted the mouthwatering thickness and the toe curling reach of Maiev’s hefty meat during a shared bathing in a moonwell, Tyrande could not deny her desires to become more than sisters and soldiers in arms with the Warden.
Maiev too couldn’t deny her desires for Tyrande, especially considering the woman she had become upon taking the Night Warrior ritual. Not only had she become more beautiful but she too was now a woman who understood duty and the power of merciless vengeance over a deserving enemy. With her meek husband gone, Maiev was free to court and eventually take Tyrande as her wife.
Moonlit Dominance
Stopping for the night, Mar’gur puts her slave’s ass to good use in the light of the moon.
This one took a little longer to get out because the previous Dark Souls images I worked on kept bumping it back. But here ya go, folks over in my discord wanted to see Val humped by Mar’gur again so they finally got their wish after some much needed patience. Hope you like it, trying to get away from comfortable routines in my lighting as well. By that I mean it can be easy to do blue and orange in scenes to light something, I almost did it here out of habit and its a really bad thing to do all the time. So I went with something a bit more focused around a background light source and draped the scene in more darkness.
Ahead of schedule for their trip to the fighting pits, Mar'gur and Val stop in the Barrens for the night. Though not much resting happens when the She-Orc sees her slave's ass illuminated by the moonlight. The Orc kicks the dry dust of the barrens over the cooking pot fire Val is preparing food at and orders her slave to assume the position. Mar’gur was hungering for Night Elf tonight, not the Zevra stew her fat assed Elven slave was making, and she would have her fill.
The Traveling Slave
Val travels across the Barrens in her slave regalia, the only items she’s permitted by her owner.
So I put together this new outfit for Val this week and people seemed to dig it. I ended up going into far more detail with it and eventually it came out as this pretty nice almost post-apocalyptic look for her. Hope you like it!
Since I know some of you will want to know what various parts of her outfit mean here’s the breakdown:
• The Hood: To protect her from the hot weather of Kalimdor. The sun is particularly harsh on the fairer skinned races in places like Durotar and the Barrens. It even has holes cut in the sides to let her ears poke out.
• The Shackles: While not chained up on the road, the shackles allow her owner to keep her slave bound or chained up where ever she needs her to be.
• The “M” Pin: This is a badge of ownership that Val is required to wear at all times. This marks her as an owned slave and means she can’t be taken by others.
• The Tree Symbol Loincloth: Made from the singed/charred remains of a Darnassian tabard, Val has turned this into a way to cover her delicate areas. Mar’gur was initially against the idea but came around to it when she saw how good it looked on her Elf.
• The Collar Chain: This is both symbolic and a tool for her owner to keep her in check. Mostly used to tug her Elf about when she’s not walking fast enough.
Lore:
In her time as a slave of Mar'gur, Val was permitted very little clothing. With the traveling nature of an arena champion such as her owner - rags and leather were permitted to protect her Elf from the harsher environments of Azeroth. Over time she was granted more clothing for her loyalty to the She-Orc but everything she wore had to follow some strict rules laid down by Mar’gur. Her outfit had to show plenty of skin and it also had to allow the Orc access to her holes without removing it.
For a while Val was mainly forced to walk everywhere in the nude with her owner, but considering how many people are interested in obtaining the druid for their own nefarious purposes, a naked Elf was sure to draw unwanted attention to the traveling pair.
Sexual Healing
Casira awakes after the Battle of Lordaeron to find that she had been knocked out during the fight. It’s not all bad news though, her doctor seems to be very thorough indeed.
Hey, another futa thing. Had only intended to do that last futa thing but I also had taken on a commission in December featuring one of the Southbrook sisters. So here’s Casira and Val getting some sexual healing into action.
Commissioned By: @TheSouthbrooks
Lore:
Casira’s body still ached a little, but right now she didn’t care. Her golden eyes were fixated upward at the beautiful Elf straddling her lap. The Kaldorei was taller than her yet still shorter than the average Night Elf tended to be, she didn’t have the toned athletic form of her kin either.
Instead her body was curvy and plump in all the right places, every inch of her was as soft and tender as her personality. Any wounded pride Casira had because of her injuries in the battle of Lordaeron was quickly fading with each hypnotic bounce of those large breasts right above her. The meaty clap of her balls smacking against the plump Elven flesh was loud and unyielding throughout their encounters in the tent.
The Elf had introduced herself as Valnoressa. After three days unconscious, Casira had awoken to the person who had dragged her from the battlefield with her injuries as well as tended to them. She was thankful and most definitely in the Kaldorei’s debt, yet selfish desires overwhelmed her as she was forced to look upon Valnoressa’s scantly clad form each time she checked in on her.
When her lust grew too great, Casira revealed herself to the Elf. She invited her healer into the tent where she had been treated and awaited her on the cot. Her dark powerful form laid bare, forged by the light and of battles of the past – topped off with a long ebony cock pulsating and twitching with excitement.
She had expected the Elf to flee at the sight of it, yet that was not to be the nature of Valnoressa.
And now here they were, healer and patient, locked in an act of passionate yet vigorous sex. Casira paid particular attention to Val’s butt, not only was it tight and welcoming but she suspected that the Elf was quite fond of anal herself.
The rest of Casira’s recovery would be as vigorous, sweaty and messy. Val had delayed sending her infirmary discharge papers for a week and the pair had made the absolute most of the extra time they got together. Casira had lost track of how many times she had bred each hole the Elf had to offer, but it was certainly enough to have those huge balls ache by the end of the week - something Val helped soothe with her magical abilities.
Even when they parted, the pair knew it would not be the last time they would meet. Casira in particular was looking forward to telling her sister about this particular Elf. After all, Val had invited her to visit her home if she ever found herself in Val’sharah. It would be rude not to pay her a visit, right?
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Quartermaster's Duties
Kalli may have been their superior every other night of the week, but on Fridays he was a tool for the crew’s pleasure. Such was the duty of the Quartermaster.
The crew feared and respected Kalli every other day of the week and with good reason. The feminine lad had gained rank as the quartermaster, the second in command to the Captain who also happened to be his husband. As quartermaster, when the captain wasn’t around he had command of the entire crew, he had authority and could even punish the crew if it was necessary.
His duties extended to making sure the men were paid properly and correctly as well as managing the food and water stores to see each man get his fair share. Of all his responsibilities aboard “The Merciless Lover” - Kalli’s favorite and perhaps just as important was his ability to keep the men’s morale up on long haul trips.
Out on the sea for weeks at a time with nowhere to make port and keep insanity at bay with the comfort of a good woman or general entertainment was sure to be the undoing of any savvy crew. Kalli however was more than capable of performing both acts. The young femboy would sing old Kaldorei songs to the crew, his gentle womanly voice able to move even the brutish man to be misty eyed. And for one night per week, he would indulge their desires, dressing up like a woman and letting the crew have their way with him.
Even the straightest man in the crew couldn’t resist him when his plump rear was on offer after weeks upon the high seas. Kalli cared for the crew in every way imaginable and they respected him for it.
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