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.
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.