The Admiral's Addiction

Back with another commission release, and this time it's Lori back again for the first time since like... mid-last year! Phew! (Expect more Lori this year too!). She's back up to her old tricks with Jaina Proudmoore. Expect more art soon, folks!

Commissioned by: Loriandra

With her public image in the balance following some recent revelations about what she gets up to in her private time, Jaina could ill afford to be continuing her debaucheries with the Kaldorei she had grown so fond of over the years. The local papers had somehow gotten wind of what happened in Proudmoore keep with the Kaldorei bodyguards Jaina had been provided with.

Furious at this invasion of privacy that seemed to align with the departure of a certain maid back to Duskwood, Katherine forbid Jaina from engaging in any more of these lewd acts with the Kaldorei bodyguards. Something she wholeheartedly agreed to for the preservation of her public image.

Alas, the Kaldorei and, more specifically, the Warden that had been protecting her had no such orders from her higher ups. Warden Mother Aethera cared very little if Lori had her way with the human leader, so long as she was protecting her from harm as per the requirements of her position.

Even with her mother’s scolding words and warnings fresh in her mind, Jaina was simply too addicted to those big, strong and virile Elven women. She had gone to inform Lori that there would be no more lewd engagements for the remainder of her time as the Lord Admiral’s bodyguard – she stopped her in the east wing of Proudmoore Manor. Naturally, Lori was unconvinced.

“No.” Lori had replied flatly yet dominantly. Folding her arms under her chest as she peered down at the human leader.

Jaina blinked, a little blindsided by that response. “What do you mean, no? I’m telling you, we have to. That article in the paper means we have to stop.” Jaina explained, but she could see the words were falling on deaf ears already.

“Mhm, that might be true. Yet, you don’t want to stop.” The warden said with all the confidence in her being. She knew full well that Jaina loved their time together too much to stop over something like this. “Which is why you’re going to take your dress off and give yourself to me right here in the hallway.” Lori added.

Jaina blinked again, her heart was fluttering a little quicker at the Kaldorei’s firm and dominant demand. That dominance quickly replaced the words her mother had told her just hours prior. Her womanly needs were all that mattered once more.

From there things moved quickly indeed. Suddenly her dress was on the floor, and then Lori’s armor was too. Only several minutes had passed from her ultimatum of stopping these very deeds to her finding herself dangling from the strong grip of Lori’s single palm around her wrists. How could she quit a woman who could lift her so easily and slip inside her with a cock that far out-sized Kalec and Thrall combined.

It was a hell of a risk Jaina was taking. Not only, could her mother turn the corner at any moment and catch them in the very deed she vowed to stop just earlier that day. There was still the risk of maids or other staff capturing more pictures to do the rounds in the local press. As her toes curled and her eyes rolled back a little with bliss as she felt Lori’s thick pink slab of elf-meat push inside her pussy. She had long gone past caring.

She bit her lip as Lori leaned in close and whispered quietly but dominantly to her. “If there’s any hidden cameras around, they’re going to see me breeding you deep.” She said with a sly smirk and a punctuating thrust of her hips to bury more of it inside the human.

Jaina was lust drunk of course, her round plump backside bounced against the wall behind as Lori’s powerful hips delved deep between her spread thighs. It wasn’t long before the papered over drywall behind her started to dent and break where Lori’s hips had been driving Jaina’s rear repeatedly against and eventually through. Something the manor staff would have to repair quietly later, no doubt.

Lori was a woman of her word, though. Her hips bottoming out until every inch of her was buried inside the Lord Admiral, grunts of pleasure falling from her fang-pinched bottom lip as she pumped copious amounts of Elven baby-making seed into the shameless human. Unlike her beloved girlfriend, though, there was no cursed collar to protect her from her virility.

The sensation was intense, as it always was for Jaina. The white-hot seed hitting her inner walls, thickly sticky and yet flowing deep within. She hadn’t even realized that Lori had set her down on the floor in front of the damaged wall and was looking down at her, admiring her handiwork. Lori wiped the drooling remainders of her seed off on Jaina’s face before lifting her armor.

“Come by my room later, there’s plenty more where that came from.” She said with a smirk.

Jaina would be sure to do so.