The Queen's Wife II
Two years since the Lord Admiral surrendered herself and her people to the Zandalari, she's still loyally serving her Queen has her wife. Happy Anniversary to the very happy couple~
I’ve been wanting to make a follow up to the image of this I did last year and I thought screw it, I’ll just do it. I know it’s not a popular ship but I love this one just as much as Jaina x Tyrande. Hope you like it!
It’s been two years since Jaina first bent the knee to Queen Talanji and signed over rulership of Kul Tiras to her. The nation has prospered under Zandalari rule and the anniversary of the queen’s taking of power is marked by celebration across both nations.
Talanji prefers her own celebration, however. Preferring to relive that moment of victory over Lady Proudmoore by having her repeat the act of bending the knee to her queen. Not only did Jaina place herself in service of Talanji but she signed over Kul Tiras and her own hand in marriage to the queen.
Jaina bent the knee, pledged herself and her country to Talanji and sealed the deal by crawling between her queen’s thighs to pleasure her to an onlooking throne room of Zandalari. The annual ceremony would become known as the Ceremony of Conquering.
Way of the Wardens
At the command of the Warden Mother, Loriandra finds herself using her very large she-cock to interrogate Man'ari prisoners who refuse to reveal legion war plans. Aethera observes while her student shows what she’s learned.
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
Imprisoned for espionage, Saran finds a contact of the mysterious Uncrowned who puts him through trials to join the mysterious organization. As well as becoming her prison bitch and play thing.
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
Loriandra’s training session with Val’s mother have become more intense as of late. The Warden Mother is a woman of strength and she intends to forge Lori into a mighty Warden.
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.”
Try Before You Buy
Valnoressa finds herself in the grasp of the Champion of the Arena after she's sold at auction to the Orc with a little something extra to offer.
Here you go guys, been a long time since my last futa image so I at least made it a special one! Mar’gur is soon to be added to the Valnoressa cast with her own backstory and motivations. Hope you like seeing her first meeting with Val!
(Also going to be writing a story to accompany this. So watch out for that!)
Lore:
As the Horde attempt to empty their prisons of unnecessary inmates, many find themselves sold to Goblin slave traders who deal in cheap labor, sport and sex slaves.
Val finds herself among the stock, her price far too high for the common horny peon. Until the decorated champion of the arena, “Mar’gur the Indomitable” comes to the market in search of her next body slave and submissive plaything.