Booty Bay Breeding

Hey back with another commission! This time it’s for Dryarae who you might remember from Druids of Lust II a while back. Well she was helping Valnoressa to escape Mar’gur but it seems she’s ended up being the replacement!

Commissioned by: Dryarae

“Wake up, slave. We’re here.” The gruff and gravelled voice of Mar’gur spoke loudly, seeking to rouse Dryarae from her travelling slumber.

The Kaldorei sleepily awoke, the repetitive thumping of the Kodo’s feet and the heat of the jungle having rocked her to sleep. Yet the mount had stopped now and the sun was beginning to disappear on the Stranglethorn horizon. She awoke with her cheek pressed against Mar’gur’s back and her arms wrapped firmly around the Orc’s lower torso to support herself from falling off the mount. Mar’gur’s deep and firm abs made for good finger holds and were just nice to feel under her palms.

Dry tightened her hug from behind Mar’gur slightly. Her skin was warm and lightly misted with sweat but the Kaldorei adored her brutish form, musk and all.

“Got some time to kill until my fights start.” Mar’gur nodded, looking from the saddle of her mount towards the large ship docked in Booty Bay that served as a makeshift fighting arena, the vessel crowned the center of the bay with it’s massive size. She had fought here many times and was fond of their simple arena hosted on the main deck. Crowds were gathering around the edge of it, watching the fights already in action. The locals called it the Locker.

The Orc climbed down from her mount, tying the Kodo off to a post before returning to it’s side to lift Dryarae down to the boardwalk. She lifted the tall Elf down from it with frightening ease, like she weighed nothing to her. As always though, a kind gesture from her was met equally with a crude one.

“Heard you moaning a little while you slept. Dreamin’ about me splitting that cunt of yours eh?” Mar’gur remarked, whipping her hand harshly against Dry’s backside for a loud fleshly smack. Seeing as how the champion denied her elven slaves the dignity of clothing, there was nothing to dampen the thump of her rugged palm on the Elf’s rear.

Dry wore a guilty blush on her marking clad face. She wouldn’t speak to someone unless she was absolutely comfortable with them, preferring to reply with nods and gestures. Dry had gotten used to the Orc’s blunt way of speaking as well as her brutish sexual acts – but getting smacked on the ass by that hand always stung to the point of forcing out a whimper. Such acts of debauchery were the only time her voice made itself known, compelled out by her mistress’ base desires.

Not once In the two weeks since Mar’gur had tracked, captured and enslaved her had Dry spoken a word. In the first few days Mar’gur had attempted to will her to speak with punishments, but the Orc quickly gathered that Dry wasn’t refusing to speak just to spite her. It was a common tactic for slaves to close up like that as a final act of protest over their new masters. Yet seeing as how Dry was both obedient and willing very early on, a different approach was needed.

Mar’gur lifted Dryarae without warning, slinging the near seven foot elf up onto her shoulder with shocking ease as she set off across the boardwalk towards a small section on the lower decks of the bay. She turned her head towards the ship and let out a sharp whistle towards a dapper dressed goblin at edge of the ship. “Doctor Dealwell! How long until I’m on?” she called over to him, not stopping her purposeful walk.

“Yer’ on in thirty, champ!” the goblin shouted back. Mar’gur gave him a passing wave of acknowledgement with her free hand and disappeared to the lower decks with her slave. He chuckled a bit, shaking his head. “Titan’s help whoever goes against her tonight.” He said to himself, though loudly enough for his assistant to hear.

“Whaddya mean, bawss?” The young female goblin questioned.

“When that big bad bitch of an Orc fucks an Elf before a fight, it’s like she’s azerite infused in the fight itself. Makes a mean gal even meaner!” He nodded firmly.

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Mar’gur had no intention of wasting any of her thirty minutes. Dryarae hadn’t touched the ground in the last five and she was already being impaled on the Orc’s massive cock. Mar’gur carried the Elf by under her thighs, spreading her legs widely while thrusting upwards with her hips like her cock was a spear striking true.

Drya’s expression was one of euphoria, a smile of pure joy on her pretty face even as her mistress used her in a semi-public place like a whore. The Orc drew her tongue up Drya’s neck and across her cheek, growling and grunting as she tasted her Elf’s lusty skin.

Her palm came to her tummy, she wanted to feel that bulge of Mar’gur’s cock stretching her insides to their limit with each gutteral thrust. The slap of the Orc’s hefty balls swinging up to meet her clitoris with a smack was a sensation all of it’s own. To her it felt like Elune put this Orc on Azeroth to use elves, like Mar’gur was made to do exactly this.

“Tonight’s the night, Bunny.” Mar’gur whispered closely to Drya’s ear, calling her by her pet name based on the little rabbit tattoo on her hip. “Right here under the stars where your goddess can see you. I’m about breed you real good.” She added, a chuckled growl escaping her lips.

The words sent a tingle up through Dryrae’s body. Mar’gur had always pulled out, came in her ass or her mouth before tonight. She had always said that when the moment felt right, she would put a baby in her and it seemed that time had come.

The half hour had flew past and only a few minutes remained. Mar’gur sped her brutish thrusts up until she felt that rising rush build up the shaft of her cock. It was time. Her large fingers squeezed the Elf’s thick thighs as she gave a final few thrusts before buring her cock all the way inside Drya. Her hefty balls twitched as they dumped their load, filling the Elf with her thick seed inside every nook and cranny in the Elf’s pussy.

When it had nowhere else to go, the seed seeped out and ran down her cock and balls to the planks below. Dryarae gasped with pleasure and shock at the raw sensation of being bred for the first time by her mistress. There was so much and it was extremely hot as it painted her walls inside.

With final small thrusts, Mar’gur’s cock eventually swung free of the hole. Sending a lot of seed splattering to the planks with long strands dangling from her mighty cock. She tossed Drya onto stack of fishing nets and stood above her exhausted slave, a dominant grin on her lips.

“When you can walk, find us a room for the night. Put it under my name.” She ordered.

Drya nodded loyally.

“I’m not done with you tonight, slave. Be on that rented bed with your ass ready for me when I return.” She ordered again, her commanding tone like music to the Elf’s ears

“Oh and bunny?” Mar’gur asked.

Drya’s long ears lifted slightly, almost like a cat hearing it’s own name as she awaited Mar’gur words.

“Congratulations on the baby.” She remarked with a mischievous grin while pulling up her loincloth. She stuffed her cock back into it and turned with a growled chuckle falling from her lips as she headed towards the ship.

Dryarae lay on her back where Mar’gur had dropped her. The thick Orc seed seeping from her nethers as she placed a hand on her tummy. Her eyes peered outward to the orange horizon that began to give way to night. Even as the chill of the jungle night began to set in she felt the warmth of something new within her.

It felt like new life.

Knotty at the Docks

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Hey it’s a commission and one of my first Worgen images in quite some time. I really should do more those furry bastards, huh? Anyway this one is for someone you’ve probably seen around in various R34 pieces so I was glad to give my own take on their character doing what they do best… getting knotty!

Commissioned by: Solaria

Solaria tugged and pulled her wrists apart to try and break the rope binding them together. She even tried to use her strong Elven teeth to yank it loose but that rope wasn’t budging anywhere.

“Havin’ trouble there, darlin’?” Scrimshaw questioned, a wolfy grin on his long maw as he watched the Elf struggle with his knotting skills.

“Nope! I got this. Just a quick flick of the wrist, three tugs and then BAM!” Solaria tugged her bound wrists firmly apart in some kind of spectacular finish. And yet the ropes didn’t budge at all. She gave a shrug and a slightly embarrased smile the Worgen’s way. “I don’t really know what I expected to happen there.” She admitted.

“So ya believe me now? Nobody can slip my knots. No seasoned sailor nor pretty Elf.” The Worgen boasted, taking a swig of his drink that he had carried with him from the tavern to the outside in search of rope to prove his boast. This being the port city of Boralus, one didn’t need to go far to find ship rigging rope in coils.

“Alright then, I believe you. Take this off.” She said a little defeated, but wearing a kind smile. It had all been in good sport after all. She raised her bound wrists to him for removal.

“Not so fast there, doll. There’s another knot I’d like to see you try to slip.” Scrimshaw’s voice turning more suggestive as he towered over Solaria. “If you think you can ‘andle it.” He taunted, using his clawed thumb and index finger to hold her chin.

Solaria’s eyes ran a course from the Worgen’s face downard to notice a growing bulge in his pants. Her mouth felt suddenly fuller with salivation and she wore a smile as mischievously suggestive as the Worgen’s words.

“Don’t you worry, that’s a knot I know how to handle.” She remarked with a boast of her own, sealing it with a sly and playful wink.

Way of the Wardens

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It’s always nice seeing Lori dicking down Val or something, but for this one they wanted something that shows off the girl herself in all her glory. Was a fun little pin-up to work on, I always enjoy doing them! As always a story is included too. Check it out below!

Commissioned By: Loriandra

Lori walked with purpose down the halls of the Vault of the Warden, her hefty looking Warden armor adorning her form. It looked like heavy plate but was surprisingly lighter than it looked. It served the purpose of being both imposing and practical in a fight. Especially for a Warden who needed to be both fast and deadly in a confrontation.

She recalled earlier that day when her good friend Valnoressa had helped her put it on for the first time. Only to have her take it all off again because the young druid was considerably aroused by how impressive and commanding Lori looked in it. The sudden rampant anal sex with her pal had almost made her late to her first duties, but Val’s ass was always worth a chewing out by a superior.

Reaching her destination, Lori pushed the stone door open to the familiar personal training quarters of the Warden Mother. Aethera was stood at her desk in full armor with her hand down on various documents, browsing through them quietly.

The Warden Mother was her official title, given to her by Maiev Shadowsong for her impeccable devotion to training young Kaldorei women into the justice dispensing glaive of the Night Elven people. She didn’t simply train them however. She cared for, disciplined and taught these young Elven women how fight, track, scout, heal and survive.

When their hearts were heavy she would nurture them, when they were injured she would have them cared for. While Lori and her fellow Wardens called each other sister as was common among the Kaldorei matriarchy, all of the young Wardens called Aethera mother and respected her like she was their own.

Lori cleared her throat to politely announce her arrival, but then she realized how silly that was. Aethera knew she was there, she had likely heard her coming long before she reached her door.

“My Lady, our first hunt of the day went better than expected. We caught and interrogated several Man’ari.” Lori reported pridefully, clearly quite happy to share that particular bit of news. Especially when it concerned a mighty foe like the Man’ari.

Aethera raised her eyes from the documents, a soft smirk forming on her lips. “Looks good on you, dear.” She said with no small amount of motherly approval in her raspy matured voice at Lori’s armor clad form. “But I sense not all is going as well as you claim.” She added, looking at Lori expectantly.

Lori couldn’t help but be amazed at how well that Elf could read people. She could cut through to the truth of something with all the expert precision of a Warden’s steady glaive across a demon’s throat. She conceded that truth with a gentle lowering of her head slightly.

“Ah, yes my lady. We’ve been interrogating them but have made no progress. They simply won’t talk no matter how much we try.” Lori reported, her voice sounding much less prideful now.

“It’s no small feat to capture a Man’ari alive, sister. Nor is it a small feat to make one talk.” Aethera said stepping out from behind the desk. “However I believe you’re quite capable.” The Warden mother added, stepping towards Lori before beginning to remove the plating from her legs and lower half.

Lori was taken aback by the sudden act. She was never one to turn down a good time, especially with Aethera. Yet now seemed like it wasn’t such a time to be indulging the urges. “Ah... my lady. I’m flattered but I really should get back to...”

With the straps and leggings removed, Aethera pulled the plated cup away from Lori’s crotch, her semi-flaccid cock unfurling from it’s protection and dangling down between her thighs. The base of the cock was adorned with a golden ring, the first of two gifts that Aethera had given her during her training. It was technically the only family heirloom Loriandra had now, seeing as how it once belonged to her equally well endowed mother.

“Silence, Lori.” Aethera commanded as she moved around behind Lori, pushing her upper back forward a little to make her bend over slightly. She used one of her plated gauntlets to pull one of the young Warden’s ass cheeks to the side while the other began to grip a golden bodied and green jeweled butt plug nestled between. The second of the two gifts Aethera had given her during her training, though this one was far more self indulgent of Aethera and served only the purpose of keeping her young Warden loose and ready for a night of pegging on the end of her strap-on.

Lori let out a pleasured sigh as the Warden Mother gently tugged the butt plug free, the smooth metallic surface sliding loose with a small pop to reveal her open hole. Aethera then moved from Lori’s back and carried her stripped plating and butt plug over to her desk to set it all neatly down.

“I sent the only other endowed sisters capable of this kind of of interrogation on another hunt. So today you’ll be carrying it out.” Aethera turned and leaned against the edge of her desk, her arms folded as she regarded Lori with a look of expectant duty.

“Is the leader of the ones you captured female or male?” She questioned.

“Female, my lady.” Lori quickly replied.

“Not ideal, the men always break more quickly with this method but this will be fine as well.” Aethera mentioned, tapping her chin with the pointed tip fingers of her gauntlets.

“My lady? What are we..?” Lori asked, confusion rife in her voice at the situation.

“Oh for goodness sake, Lori. It’s quite obvious. You’re going to stuff your cock down that fel tainted bitch’s throat until she or her comrades are practically singing what we want to know. I took the plug out to prevent any ‘premature’ accidents. You’re not to cum until we have the information we need. Got it?” Aethera revealed her intentions at last, in full and not lacking any color either.

“Y-yes my lady!” Lori replied, a little taken aback one again but seemingly ready to carry out her strange method of interrogation.

“Good, come. I shall oversee the interrogation.” Aethera stated, practically out the door already with the half armored Lori dashing along behind her. Her hand crossed over in front of her cock to hide it as they walked the long walk back to the holding cells. Her naked feet pitter-pattering along the stone floor as she hurried along.

Aethera noticed this and commented on it in turn as she kept the pace brisk for both of them. “Are you ashamed of your endowment, Lori?” she inquired.

“No, my lady.” Lori replied, blushing a little as a few of the other Warden sisters had noticed her missing armor as she walked by.

“Then why do you hide it? You carry a gift of the goddess between your legs that not many of our women have the honor of having. Today that gift will be a tool to help save more lives against the Legion.” She spoke firmly, expressing her respect for Lori’s huge endowment. It was common belief that these female Kaldorei gifted with this very particular boon were chosen by the goddess to keep the race of Elves running in the absence of many of the males who slept in the dream.

Lori moved her hands away and walked more purposefully and pridefully to the holding cells behind Aethera. Her chin lifted and her cock bouncing stoically from thigh to thigh as she did.

“Besides, I hear half of your sisters in the vault have already seen it up close and in great detail. A trait you and your mother share.” Aethera added, a motherly chuckle falling from her lips that she couldn’t quite resist. Her words causing that blush to form on Lori’s cheeks again.

It was true, she and the few other Wardens like her were quite popular among their sisters. A few weeks prior she had enjoyed the company of five female Wardens at the same time. Though Aethera had strict rules that any fraternizing of that sort be limited to anal only. Impregnating a sister was grounds for dismissal after all.

“My mother was proud of hers?” Lori inquired.

“Very much so. She took her breeding duties very seriously too, back when there was a need for it anyway.” Aethera replied, offering her an answer about her departed mother. Lori appreciated the rare insight into her mother, The Warden Mother rarely answered questions about her and usually only when she was in a pleasant mood to do so.

Aethera stopped outside the holding cells and turned to Lori. She offered her a large green crystal that mirrored and caught the light of the hallway around them as she pushed it into Lori’s palm. It was a prison crystal and it served the purpose of encasing the deadly captured prey of the Wardens into a green crystallized prison.

“Remember. Head in and go straight to the leader. Grab her by the horns and rough fuck her face while the others watch. Any step out of line and you put them in a crystal prison. Remember your stamina training. Get her talking and go as long as it takes.” Aethera said, planting a hand on her shoulder with some last words of encouragement.

“Get in there, go.” She said firmly, sending Lori inside first before following after her. The door to the holding cells firmly closing with an loud echoing thud down the corridor behind them.

Mommy's Lil' Murderer

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Avast! A new commission release. I’ve been so distracted with games lately that I’ve been slacking on releases super hard. All I can say is I have no regrets. Anyway, this was commissioned by 8Bit and is yet another femboi image, except with a femdom twist and a new story for the character! Don’t worry though, he still likes men but some ladies are just too dom to ignore.

Commissioned by: 8Bit

Llyrae poured the tin cup of water over her latest work, the blood and extra ink being washed away from Saran’s hip. “It won’t be ‘officially-official’ until we’re out of here, but... welcome to the Uncrowned.” She said with a warm smile.

Saran returned the smile in kind, admiring the tattoo of a dagger splitting a crown in the reflective edge of the same tin cup she handed him. He looked visibly pleased with it and even more so as it was the exact same one he had admired upon her neck for months.

Llyrae admired the boy’s partially clothed lower half from the cot of the shared cell. The cell was far more furnished and equipped than it had any right to be, certainly more so than any other inmate’s cell. Saran suspected her contacts outside of this place were why the guards hadn’t confiscated half of it already.

“Tell me dear, did he beg before he died?” Llyrae asked with a morbid eagerness in her voice. “How did you do it?”

“He begged. I cut his throat and placed the glass shard in his palm. The guards will think it was suicide.” Saran replied with a nod, his purple eyes meeting the Human’s.

“His legacy will be cowardice then, excellent. It was a good call on your part, you were his type. Though clearly you were far older than what landed him in this place. Nobody will miss that horrible cunt.” Llyrae nodded firmly, spitting on the floor at the mere thought of the man she had Saran murder. “Did he fuck you?” she questioned additionally.

“Nope. He let his guard down as soon I showed him some skin. He made it easy for me.” Saran assured her with a smirk and a little flick of his hair out of his face. “I wouldn’t have let it get that far anyway.” He added, saying what he assumed she wanted to hear.

“You might have had to. A good rogue will do what they must to secure the kill. Never forget that, Saran.” Llyrae sounding a little more mentoring than perhaps she had intended. Though she would need to get used to it now that she had recruited him and become his handler. His personal liaison within the Uncrowned.

Whistles began to sound from the other cell block, the guards had discovered the body which meant a lock down was about to happen. Like clockwork the cell doors came slamming down with a thud and a firm clunking sound to reinforce how very locked they were.

“Right on time.” Saran said with an expectant nod. “Shouldn’t take them long to incorrectly deduce it was suicide.” The boy said as he pulled his prison shirt up over his head. The dried blood across his chest the only truth of the man’s death. It also confirmed to Llyrae that he was indeed naked during the murder as his clothes weren’t bloodied.

“Red’s a good color on you, doll. But get that cleaned up.” She remarked, gesturing to the blood stains while tossing him a wet rag that she absolutely intended to burn when he was done. “And pull your pants down too.” she added.

“I didn’t get any blood down there.” He responded absently minded, wiping the blood from his chest and tummy with the wet rag. He was so focused on getting the stain off that the meaning of Llyrae’s words had shot over his head.

“Oh I know. Do as you’re told boy.” Llyrae said with a firmer tone while still wearing a sly smirk as she sat on the edge of their small shared bed. Admiring the view.

“Oh! Yes, mommy.” He replied as he got the hint. Their professional relationship taking a backseat to their personal one now that job was done. He tugged his prison bottoms down and gave her a lovely angle of his feminine booty.

The Human bit her lip approvingly at the sight. “Count yourself lucky, boy. If you hadn’t done such a good job on the final test tonight I’d have you over my knee for that little mistake.” She said with that motherly voice of hers, having him by the balls both figuratively and physically as she reached for for small smooth sack between his delicate thighs. She grasped his acorn sized nuts in her palm and gave him a gentle tug backwards in her direction by them.

As feminine as he was, his testicles were still as sensitive as any man’s. Being tugged backwards by them like that still sent a shot of discomfort up through them and much of his body from the act. Forcing a girly whimper from his lips too.

“Tut-tut, what do you say when Mommy’s being kind to you like that?” Llyrae asked, hastening his response with a gentle squeeze of the balls she had in her palm.

“A-ah! T-thank you, m-mommy!” Saran gasped out, saying it as quickly as he could through stammered words as a more potent feeling of discomfort came from her dominating squeeze.

“Good boy. Fetch my strap-on, I’m having your ass all night.” She commanded, mercifully letting go of his soft little testicles to let him fetch the gear.

Saran felt her approving hand stroking through his silky purple hair as he leaned down beside the shared bed she sat upon. He tugged out a large wooden box with a latch and looked up at Llyrae with her approval to open it. She gave it with a nod, moving her palm down to one of his long ears to gently rub her fingers along it.

He swallowed hard as he laid eyes on the largest item in the box. An extremely large and thick dildo he knew as ‘The Ogre’. It was nestle beside a black harness and a more humane looking black dildo of normal size. Llyrae would only bring out The Ogre when punishment was required on Saran. He had only had the ‘pleasure’ of meeting The Ogre twice before, and twice was more than enough for him.

“Been a bad boy, Saran?” She inquired, turning his face up to meet hers by his chin with her thumb and index finger.

“No, mommy!” He said quickly, his eyes like those of a deer in Nesingwary’s rifle sights at the question.

“Good, then I guess we won’t be needing The Ogre tonight. Come, attach the harness to me.” She said with a ruffle of his hair and a kind smile.

Saran was all too happy to remove everything but that frighteningly large dildo from the box. He snapped the lid shut and shoved it back under the bed quickly.

Tonight was to be a night of celebration and he wouldn’t have it marred by that infernal thing.

The Warden Mother

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Wew, back at last from my Samurai holiday in Ghost of Tsushima. So here’s the first of two very “dommy mommy” projects coming up. This one was commissioned by Loriandra who has also seen some edits to their model. Also, first appearance of Val’s mother, Aethera!

COMMISSIONED BY: LORIANDRA

Loriandra gazed up  from the floor where her loss had put her. Aethera Leafwhisper hit like a siege weapon and she didn’t pull her punches even in a training spar. Lori had done well to last as long as she did but Aethera was a trained huntress, battle hardened for over ten thousand years and she hadn’t lost a step in all that time.

Lori was in shape but Aethera was in peak condition, especially for an Elf of her age. There wasn’t much fat on the pair of them but Aethera was definitely more toned and defined than the young Kaldorei.

“Well fought, Lori. You need to work on covering your lower defenses, you left yourself wide open and that’s why you lost.” Aethera explained, her motherly but firm tone not one of gloating or taunting but that of a teacher.

“Will I ever be able to beat you?” Lori asked with a hint of despair, her eyes running up the equally naked form of Aethera before settling on her face. The resemblance to Valnoressa was uncanny, nobody could deny that she was Val’s mother. Aethera had wondered if Val might look like her mother someday. Albeit probably a less tough looking version but she would bet her life Val would have wide motherly hips and well placed deposits of fat in all the right places by the time she reached her mother’s age.

Those stray thoughts had manifested themselves however. Causing Aethera to raise a brow at the growing she-cock between Lori’s legs. “You’d first need to beat your lewd thoughts about my daughter, Lori.” She said poking the under side of Lori’s balls with her toes.

Lori wondered if she was a mind reader at first, before glancing down at her fully erect cock and slamming her thighs together to hide it. “Ah! Sorry mother!” she said.

It was then that Aethera pulled Lori’s thighs apart and peered down at her. “I did warn you about those lower defenses, dear.” Aethera said firmly.

Before she knew it, Aethera was pushing Lori’s legs backwards into something called ‘The Stranglethorn Position’. Supposedly it had been used by a tribe of Stranglethorn troll women who would capture adventurous human men and hump them in this position. Yet something told Lori that Aethera had been using it a lot longer.

“Lets strengthen these lower defenses shall we?” Aethera announced as she lowered herself down and let Lori’s cock slip inside her. Yet from there on the Warden Mother began to thrust down the length so much that her rear would smack against Lori’s pink nuts.

Loriandra was exhausted already from the spar but Aethera was relentless. She assumed she had reached the limits of her physicality through the endless running laps and ass kicking sparring matches with her motherly mentor. Yet they paled in comparison to being the Warden Mother’s sexual partner.

“Where’s that stamina you have with my daughter, Lori?” Aethera taunted, smirking down at the trainee Warden who was somewhere between moaning in pleasure and whimpering in discomfort. In spite of the fact that Lori was the one with the cock, Aethera was the one doing the fucking.

The Warden Mother had Lori’s legs pushed back, spread and in her grasp by the ankles as the youthful trainee lay on her back. Aethera’s own powerful hips were thrusting down onto Lori’s fat pink cock like she was the one with the endowment. Aethera’s thrusts and body language were that of pure dominance over the well hung Kaldorei girl.

“Let your mind wander during my lessons, will you? Think you can do as you please?” Aethera said with a growl in her raspy matured voice. This was after all a punishment and Lori was learning the hard way. This was not the first endowed Kaldorei woman Aethera had encountered in her long lifetime and it almost certainly wouldn’t be the last. Yet they all seemed to act bigger than they were because of that big cock between their legs. Aethera Leafwhisper was an expert at putting these kind of women in their place. Lori’s own mother had felt this wrath hundreds of years ago from Aethera.

“F-forgive me, Mother!” Lori cried out. Aethera wasn’t her real mother of course, but ever since the loss of her real parents she and the Leafwhisper family had taken care of her. Aethera saw Lori as something of a surrogate daughter in a way, and she was fond of her real mother. Aethera had allowed Lori to call her mother back when the girl was a teen and it had stuck.

Lori felt like those powerful motherly hips were going to send her through the ground and it wasn’t too far from the truth. The pendulum like swing of Aethera’s brutish thrusts down to the base of Lori’s cock was beginning to form cracks on the ground under the pair. Such was the strength of the Warden Mother’s hips.

Aethera knew exactly what she was doing, every stroke she made was a perfect one. Each of them bringing Lori closer to her climax. She sped up her assault and peered down at Lori’s submissive and pleasured face, a hard blush worn like a mask across her flustered cheeks.

Aethera smiled, whispering to herself. “Just like her mother.” She said quietly in approval, before pushing Lori over the edge with a final flurry of thrusts. Lori’s head rolled back and her body seized up as she fired out rope after rope of her seed inside the Warden Mother. If she was exhausted before she was absolutely shattered now. Lori lay on the floor panting for air as Aethera slid off her cock. She had been doing all the work and she wasn’t even sweating.

Remnants of the seed she had offloaded inside Val’s mother caked down the edges of her cock as it flopped over into a flaccid state. Aethera stood up and peered down with that matured harsh expression and nodded.

“Not bad, Lori. I’ll make a Warden out of you yet. Take tomorrow off to recover, your hips are going to hurt in the morning.” She said with a nod and a hint of approval at her own work. Aethera patted herself with a towel before hanging it around her neck.

As the Warden Mother left, Lori turned her head to watch her leave. A blush sitting on her cheeks again as she smiled.

“Yes, mother.”