Subruary (YCH #1)
The Baroness has sent out her hunters to bring her suitable candidates to be her handmaiden and personal body slave. She’s cast her net right across the world and has drawn in men & women alike!
The Baroness has sent out her hunters to bring her suitable candidates to be her handmaiden and personal body slave. She’s cast her net right across the world and draws in men & women alike to be put through vigorous testing and punishment. She’ll settle for nothing less than perfection, as such is her expectation. She even took notes below!
Her first batch had some notables. Featuring the OC’s of ZwergBamof, Dryarae, Vetta and Keira.
Session Notes - Slave #241 - “Emirae”
My slave hunters found this half-breed giving blowjobs to men around Stormwind. Slave #241 appears to be entirely devoid of masculinity. Were it not for their flat chest and their pathetically small cock I would be hard pushed to consider them as such. Still, I will not insult ‘man’kind by referring to her as a one.
Easily bested and broken through her low pain threshold, she provides about as much challenge as an ant does to a boot. I’ve caged her cock and sent her to Brutus for endurance training. Perhaps a week as a Fel Orc cock sleeve will toughen her up for the end of my lash.
Recommendation: Endurance Training Required.
Session Notes - Slave #249 - “Keira”
My slave hunters brought me a tidy collection of red-headed women as they know I favor them. Among them was Slave #249. This one seemed to know her place with me. Respectful and clearly no stranger to the lash of a dominant.
As she was the last slave of the day and I had worked up something of an appetite from all that punishing. I took her to my bed chambers and had my way with her. She made no attempt to escape during the night and even woke me in the morning with oral sex like a good little sub. I think I’ll have my Maldraxxi girls have their way with her while I watch next time.
Recommendation: Further Testing Required
Session Notes - Slave #235 - “Sanaimine”
Ah yes, the Paladin. I always take an extra interest in these light thumping zealots. Slave #235 kept trying to pray to the light in my presence so I had to whip her harder and more frequently. I’d let her heal her wounds only to inflict them anew immediately after. It was quite fun.
She didn’t suspect for a moment that I was deliberately making her exhaust her mana to weaken her further. Such a fool.
Tormentor Y’maara has requested one on one time with the Paladin and I think I’ll grant it to her. What can I say? There’s just something lovely about watching a high and mighty Paladin ravaged by a demonic cock.
Recommendation: Administer Further Punishment.
Session Notes - Slave #222 - “Adjena”
Slave #222 proved to be very eager in her predicament. The moment she laid eyes upon me she seemed to throw out her hips and wiggle them in eager begging. A proper Elven whore if ever there was one, hardly surprising for one of her kind.
She climaxed from my merciless whipping of her body, which was quite a delightful sight. Alas I don’t fully enjoy the natural masochists as it’s rather dull for me if they’re always enjoying it. I’ll have the succubus sisters, Payne and Agony, use their bullwhips on her for my amusement. Those two have been quite eager to make an Elf suffer as of late.
Recommendation: Administer Further Punishment.
The Baroness III
The Baroness has captured the Warden Loriandra. And she intends to make an example of her for all other Wardens with one simple goal. This is what happens if you cross her. Do so at your own peril!
Get used to seeing the Baroness because there’s gonna be a lot more of her in the next month. For now here’s a commission I took on last month of Loriandra and the Baroness. This was originally intended to just be Lori and the Man’ari having sexy times but seemingly everyone has fallen in love with Penelope. Enjoy!
Commissioned By: Loriandra
“When I get loose I’m going to slay you, Baroness!” Loriandra growled, her luminous white eyes piercing down at Penelope who stood before he with her signature smug smirk. The Warden wiggled and shook in place in a fruitless attempt to break her bondage, but the fel-tainted chains were just too thick and strong to slip. It just made her more angry.
”Tut-tut. Such poor manners and even after I gave you such a pretty gift.” Penelope replied, her hand reaching out to slide up the upper side of Lori’s flaccid cock, her finger tips drumming on the cockring at the base. It was Lori’s own yet it carried several demonic runes along the gold metal band. “Though I suppose it’s understandable seeing as how you haven’t emptied those very swollen looking balls since I enchanted it.” She added, grinning again.
It was most definitely driving Lori insane. She could tank the daily ravaging by Tormentor Y’maara but to be denied the release of them was the torment in of itself. Each time she felt that euphoric rush climbing up her shaft signalling the incoming release the runes would glow and she would be denied. She must have had a week’s worth of denied orgasms built up in her very heavy looking balls.
”Why don’t we show the Warden Mother how you’re doing, hm?” Penelope asked, it was clear the question was rhetorical though as she pulled out Lori’s confiscated communication crystal. An ingenious little magical device used by the Wardens to contact over long distances. It even showed what was happening on the other side of the crystal in real time.
Lori began to struggle as she realized what The Baroness intended to do. Her chains clattering and clinking together as she pulled against them to no avail.
”I love it when you squirm, little Elf.” The voice of Y’maara whispered close to her ear. The large fel-tainted hand gently squeezing Lori’s neck. Her long forked tongue rolled up the side of Lori’s cheek as she let out a mischievous chuckle.
”Ah, Hello Aethera. I’m sure you weren’t expecting to see me on the end of this crystal.” Penelope spoke, her eyes settling on the image of the Kaldorei in question through the crystal. The Warden Mother was within her office in the Vault of the Wardens.
Penelope waved her hand to Y’maara before holding the crystal in a way that showed both her smug look and the chained up Lori in the back behind her. The wave signaled for Y’maara to begin and begin she did. Her cock quickly pushing up into the ass of the vulnerable Lori. Her flared horse cock tip bulging her tummy with it’s reach.
Lori let out a cry of discomfort and equal parts pleasure. Penelope grinned, her piercing emerald eyes fixed on Aethera through the crystal as Y’maara had her way with Aethera’s closest Warden and her right hand.
”Now that I have your attention, lets talk about what you’ll do for me to ensure the safety of your little Warden here.” Penelope added, her smugness was unyielding and she had the Warden Mother right where she wanted her.
Aethera was as always unyielding in ways of her own. Her expression was firm and stoic, she did not allow herself to visibly react to the ill treatment of Lori. Yet a rage bubbled beneath the surface of her stoic demeanor, she would not let Penelope see it. “What are your terms?” she asked.
Penelope’s lips curled up into an unsettling smile. She definitely had terms and they were certain to be unreasonable - but she would deliver them all the same.
Character Page Revamp
The cast pages have been given an update. Some characters have been retired and new guest characters are now part of the cast! Whoo! Hope you all like how it looks now. It was more work than I thought it would be.
Happy to announce that the character pages have been finally revamped and are available for reading for those interested in the lore of my characters. There's also two new special guest characters you might be familiar with in the form of Loriandra and Knightlord 's respective OCs. It was great to include OCs of fans for who I've crafted fun stories and engagements for my characters with over the past year or so. Kinda feels like RPing without actually RPing! Anyway I hope you enjoy them as well as the tooltip information each character page includes.
The following characters have been retired from the character page:
Lilith, Raven, Cassie, Casey
They have been retired either because I have no future plans for them or their stories have come to an end.
View the new character page and updated profiles here: https://valnoressa.com/characters
Expect new art in the coming days. <3
The Romantic
Aveline sets forth a plan to surprise her lover Alisinya when she arrives home. She waits on the bed surrounded by flowers and sporting some saucy lingerie on her toned form. Commissioned by Aveline, enjoy the booty!
First image of the new year! It’s a commission feature the booty of Aveline! Also Aveline! Hope you like it.
Commissioned by: Aveline.
Aveline peered around the room, her blue eyes darting from the bed to the dresser and meticulously inspecting the entire scene. The candles were close enough to the bed that they gave it warm glow but not so close that they could be bumped if things got a little wild.
She had spent the past few hours planning for the moment that Alisinya would walk through the door and it had to be perfect. Light knew that the Elf had ambushed Aveline with such doting romantic and sexy acts yet never had Aveline been the one to instigate it. She had even picked out a very risque set of lingerie and stockings to entice, the white lace fitting her muscular human form and wrapping that natural strength in feminine beauty. She was pleased with it and she knew her lover would be pleased with it too.
Aveline dragged a standing mirror over beside the door and pointed it towards the bed for the final and yet most important part of her entire set up. The pose. She wanted the pose to be just right. She had spent an hour just trying to get the pose that suited her best, that suited their relationship best.
She tried sitting on the edge of the bed, folding her leg over the other in various manners yet it didn’t feel right. Her rear was a mighty and enticing asset and it absolutely had to be facing Alisinya as she walked in. A from behind pose it was.
Yet there were so many! Should she be on all fours? If so, should she have her upper body down and her rear lifted? Should she lay on her tummy? Should her legs be pointing up if she laid on her tummy? How high should she lift her rear in that position. Should she look back or not?
Needless to say it was hard to pick, she let out a frustrated sigh as she kneeled on the bed, resting her rear on the backs of her ankles. She pondered what position would suit best before she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Oh? This... this was a good pose. It showed off her rear, her strong back and arms and oh! She should definitely look back over her shoulder. This was the one.
And not a moment too soon either, the familiar footsteps at the door signaled the return of her lover. She locked in the pose and threw a look over her shoulder to the entering Alisinya.
The Baroness II
On an old legion outpost in the twisting nether, Baroness Brightwood has created a den of sin and a prison for her enemies. If you cross this dark and evil woman, you may find yourself kneeling at her feet.
I’ve fallen in love with my warlock character and I’ve been building upon her with the goal of making her a truly evil, dominant and terrible woman for people to enjoy. 8Bit was happy to lend their lovely OC Llyrae to be her first official victim and pet. The Baroness has become quite a favorite in my discord community with people throwing their OCs at her feet for future appearances. So expect to see more of this emerald eyed dominant beauty in the months ahead.
For now, have a Happy New Year! <3
Llyrae let out a muffled grunt of discomfort as the Man’ari dumped her from her shoulder down to the ground with very little care. With her arms chained behind her back there was little else for her to do but meet the ground entirely. It was a brief kiss of the dirt however, as the Man’ari tugged her upright to her knees by a tuft of her hair.
“The sewer rat, fresh from my chambers. As you requested my Baroness.”
Tormentor Y’maara announced, her grey-blue palm running through Llyrae’s ginger hair affectionately before giving it a firm tug once more.
“I trust you pumped her for all the information she had?”
Penelope questioned, swirling her wine glass as a small ashen furred kitten nuzzled against her thigh, a soft purr emanating from it.
“The filthy little spy put up a fight for the first few days, but she broke as all who come before me do. I’ve prepared a parchment of all she spoke of to be brought to you shortly my Baroness.” The Tormentor acknowledged, she held her hand on Llyrae’s head and pressed it against her thigh, peering down at the clearly exhausted and abused spy.
“A shame I was not present to see it. I would ask you to demonstrate for me if I did not have a pressing need of you elsewhere, Y’maara.”
The Baroness remarked, she turned her attention fully to the Man’ari and got to business. “I have a new arrival for you to break. A Warden the guardians around my home ambushed. I wish to know why the Wardens are sniffing around my estate in Duskwood. See it done.” She commanded, waving her hand for the Man’ari to take her leave.
The Tormentor acknowledged it with a deep bow. “Your will, my hands. Baroness.” She spoke respectfully, nudging the poor Llyrae forward while flashing her a parting wink. Her heavy hoofed eight foot form taking it’s leave towards it’s next victim.
Penelope watched the red-head, her emerald piercing gaze merely sizing the woman in silent judgement as she wore her gentle smug look. She could tell the silent staring was making the woman uncomfortable and she enjoyed the uncertainty it forced upon her.
Llyrae wasn’t sure where to look, she tried to keep her eyes cast downward but they would raise to see the woman still staring at her with that damned smug look. She dare not speak before the mistress did, lest she incur further punishments and horrors.
Finally, the Baroness broke the silence.
“When I release you from this place you will return to Dalaran where you will continue your duties and operate as my mole within that silly little organization.” Penelope spoke, her words formed like commands.
”W-what is to stop me telling them everything? They… would come at you with all their might.” Llyrae spoke up, her words shaky and lacking gravitas however.
The Baroness smiled that smug smile again, her fingers running through the fur of her fel-tainted cat as she eyed the spy.
”Their might pales before my own, little rat. I would tear that floating city from the sky and see you all to your doom if you disobeyed me. Not before I retrieved you and your boytoy to watch it happen of course.”
Llyrae’s eyes widened at that threat. There was no hint of posturing or bluff in her words, she delivered them with too much confidence and an aura of promise that assured she would indeed go to such extremes to remove the Uncrowned thorn from her side.
”Saran is a pretty boy.” The Baroness continued, seeing that her words had landed. “Do you think he’ll cry for you? For mommy? As I sear the flesh from his bones.” She smirked, her twisted words yet again finding their mark with the captured spy. She spoke of things that not even the Uncrowned knew about Llyrae - her words while troubling were clearly meant to back up her previous threat and they had the desired effect.
Llyrae trembled a little, a deep uncomfortable fear settling in the pit of her stomach. This woman was not to be trifled with and she would not see the Uncrowned or Saran to a horrific fate from her disobedience. If her service would keep an act of mass death from occuring then there was nothing to be considered, she would do as the Baroness commanded.
”I understand. I will serve you as you command, Baroness.” Llyrae spoke respectfully, bowing her head as deep as it could go. She was unsure if her words were what the awful woman wanted to hear but she hoped it was.
The Baroness peered down at her with pride and smugness, her emerald eyes appeared to flare up a brighter green for a moment. She raised her wine glass and sipped from it, she set it back down again and
Llyrae’s eyes followed the glass, it was alcohol but by the titans she longed for both food and drink, mere scraps and limited water had been all she had consumed in Y’maara’s chambers. The Baroness noticed her gaze upon it.
“Ah, you thirst do you?” Penelope asked, patting her leg. A gesture she often did to kneeling slaves to make them approach her. Like one would when commanding an animal to come to master.
Llyrae’s arms were bound behind her back so she could only pathetically shuffle forward on her knees in front of Penelope.
“Open your mouth, slave.” The Baroness commanded.
Llyrae did as commanded yet she had not expected the Baroness’ cruelty and desire to humiliate to deepen more than it alreadyhad. Even in acts of small mercy.
Penelope lifted her leg, resting the toe end of her long leather boots in Llyrae’s mouth. She then lifted her glass of wine and gently poured it down the front of her leather boot. Much of it found it’s way to the ground but a steady stream of it followed the curve of Penelope’s boot into waiting mouth of her slave.
Llyrae whimpered a little, the taste of the boot lessening the taste of the wine as it kept her jaw gently open. Her big brown eyes raising to meet the cold and cruel emerald ones that peered down at her with satisfaction.
The Baroness wore that awful smug smile of hers again. “Ah the sweet sight of submission. I shall not tire of seeing the moment when vaunted strength gives way to true weakness.” Penelope remarked. She removed her boot from Llyrae’s mouth and tapped her cheek with it. “In time you will long for my touch and the mere thought of my boot in your mouth will leave your thighs wet. Little rat.” she continued.
Llyrae had already felt something strange as she drank the wine from her mistress’s boot. Almost like a switch had flipped inside her that she never knew was there. That shameful humiliating act was strangely liberating in the moment.
Though she dismissed it as Penelope’s foul magics and control over her. Llyrae had not yet realized just how deep the Baroness had planted the seeds of her submission and service within her.
The Thighs
An unexpected intrusion leaves Katherine flustered by the sight of her daughter and the Kaldorei leader doing something much different than diplomatic talks! Though the maid seems to be a fan of it!
So this one has been a long time coming (just ask anyone in my discord) and here it is! This changed several times over it’s creation, hence why it took so long to release. Perhaps now the meme will die, but I doubt it. Have a merry christmas everyone, stay safe this holiday season. Much love <3
Melody, a maid in the Proudmoore household knew what Katherine was hurtling towards. She followed quietly behind as the mother of the Lord Admiral eagerly wished to quickly dip in on the diplomatic talks between Jaina and Tyrande. She had no doubt that Jaina was up to the task of conferring with such a long living and strong leader, but she was Lord Admiral now and she merely wished to see how things were going. Such was the nature of a worrying mother, after all.
Melody couldn’t bring herself to tell her that there was very little talking going on in that room, at least not the kind that she could repeat to the head of the house. Though relations between Kul Tiras and the Kaldorei couldn’t be better, all things considered. Judging by what was going on in there.
Katherine knocked on the door, but there was no response. They appeared to have music playing on a gnomish device so she would enter. Melody peeked in past Katherine as she opened the door. Katherine was frozen in shock and embarrassment at the sight of her daughter naked upon a lounging chair in naught but some stockings. She couldn’t see Jaina’s face for it was facing away, trapped between two toned and strong naked Kaldorei thighs on either side.
Melody the Maid wore an unapologetic blush as she looked past Katherine with the tea tray in hand. A look of approval and perhaps envy of Jaina at the sight before her. Katherine yelled out of shock but not anger, she practically stumbled over herself to shut the door and push the maid out nearly sending the tea over her as she did.
Jaina and Tyrande didn’t care, they had been enjoying each other far too much.
Katherine fanned herself with her hand and peered at the maid. “I-uh… I… think tea can wait.. Hm??" Ahem.” she said flustered, stumbling off down the hall at the situation. Melody stifled her laughter at Katherine’s reacting, gently pushing the door open once she had left and setting the tea a table near the door inside the room.
Tyrande turned her head, her thighs still bearing down on Jaina’s neck who moaned softly. “Thank you dear.” Tyrande said. “Do go make sure Lady Katherine is alright.” She added with a smile.
Melody nodded, admiring that strong Elf’s form in the brief moment she could. “Yes m’lady. Call on me if you need me.” She replied, scurrying out the door and having to fan herself with the empty tea tray. “Tides give me strength. What a woman!” She whispered softly to herself, setting off down the hall to check on poor Katherine.
The Baroness
Baroness Brightwood shows you why choosing anything but the Necrolords as your covenant was a foolish mistake. Yet even among these massive gladiator women, she’s calling the shots.
So this here is my warlock that I’ve been maining and enjoying the hell out of in Shadowlands the past few days. You’ll see more of her in the future as she’s going to be joining my cast of characters, but here’s a fun introduction to the kind of woman she is.
Penelope wasn’t one to partake in the act of doing menial tasks, least of all when she was considered a big shot among this covenant. She would send others to do those things while she would focus on the bigger picture. There was no way in hell she was going to lug around containers of anima herself, not while she had any say about it.
From time to time she would be required to step in to deal with a particularly powerful foe but in all other situations she would delegate to the lesser members of the Necrolords. She was a Baroness both on Azeroth and in the afterlife, such was her right to do so. Especially as the Maw Walker.
She just entertained herself between those important moments however she desired. Chief among those entertaining methods was commanding those big gladiator Necrolord women to do her sexual bidding. They all feared her and they all followed her orders to the letter.
As such it was very rare for her not to be seen in the company of her three favorite ones Arkadia, Su and Espeth. While she was half their size they were all doing her bidding even in the bedroom.
The Brat
Young and free spirited Ri’lael finds himself in trouble with his protector, Jah’lih. The prelate needs to discipline his bratty boy and there’s really only one thing he knows works with someone like Ri’lael.
Commissioned by Knightlord
Jah’lih tossed a couple of extra deadwood logs into the fire. It made it grow brighter and burn hotter, a heat that both he and his unexpected companion were appreciative of.
“How can it be dis cold at night in Voldun? Even de Isles don’t be gettin’ dis chilly.” Ri’lael complained from the other side of the fire. Sitting atop his bedroll in naught but his skin and his skimpy loincloth. His hands held out in front of him at the fire, getting it’s heat. Like most deserts, while Voldun was hot during the day, the temperatures dropped sharply at night. Ri’lael had spent years in the hot and humid jungle region of Zulduzaar without venturing beyond it’s borders.
“Perhaps ya’ should have better studied de place, before ya went sneaking off after me.” The prelate shot back grumpily, seemingly still quite miffed by Ri’lael’s decision to tag along. He rolled his eye’s at the young Darkspear’s complaining.
“Ya not still upset about dat, are ya? It be fine!” Ri’lael shot back. He sounded bratty and naive as he did, his inexperienced youthful manner shining through with each disrespectful word he uttered towards his protector.
“Of course I be upset and it was NOT fine! Ya’ could have been injured or killed! I might nevah’ have known what happened to ya! Or worse I’d find ya dead on de journey home!” Jah’lih raised his voice enough to express his thoughts but not enough to disturb the depths of the sand sunken temple from which they had made their camp. Only the loa knew what lurked in the darkness, undisturbed by time and the touch of the living. “Ya’ truly disappointed me, Ri’lael. All me teachin’ and ya’ still be steppin’ out of line.” he added.
Ri’lael pouted sadly, crawling towards Jah’lih’s side from his own bedroll. He placed his hand upon Jah’lih’s much larger own and met his gaze with that adorable youthful face of his. The hardened expression of the prelate softening a little as he laid eyes upon him. “Forgive me, Fa’da. I not be wantin’ to make ya’ worry or angry. I be wantin’ to spend time wid ya’ on a journey like we always be talkin’ about.” The Darkspear boy spoke as he stroked the back of Jah’lih’s palm affectionately. Ri’lael called him by a name that started as a joke, but quickly developed beyond that. Jah’lih’s lectures passed down to the druid in-training sounded fatherly in the way he delivered them, which led Ri’lael to call him as such. It quickly became his preferred way of addressing him in both a respectful and loving way. “We always gatta’ be pretendin’ back in Dazar’alor, but we don’t gotta pretend out here… ya’know?” he spoke sincerely.
Jah’lih had disapproved of being referred to as Fa’da at first. He wasn’t his father after all, even if he was responsible for him now. Yet with time he grew used to it and eventually fond of it. He certainly hadn’t expected to find it appealing in a sexual setting either, but something about Ri’lael addressing him as such while they made love was incredibly enticing.
The warm glow of the fire sent an orangle line tracing the appealing form of the Darkspear boy’s body from Jah’lih’s perspective. His eyes were big and impossible to resist. The boy was a magnet for peril and danger, and he was such an annoying brat. Yet at the end of it all, he was Jah’lih’s brat.
Jah’lih moved the hand from under Ri’lael’s to rest atop the small blue hand of the boy’s, patting it with a gentle squeeze at the end. “I know dat, Rilly. Yet dat ain’t gonna happen if ya keep bein’ reckless and puttin’ yaself in danger. I might not be ‘dere next time. I ain’t be lecturin’ you ta bore ya’. I can only protect ya’ so much, ya’ stand a bettah chance if ya’ heed me words.” Jah’lih spoke more softly, moving his hand up to rest at the back of the Darkspear’s neck, a gentle squeeze as it lingered there.
“I-I’m sorry, …Fa’da.” Ri’lael said more honestly and sincerely. Even the brat knew when it was time to be serious and heartfelt. It clearly devastated him to have upset and worried Jah’lih with his antics.
“Don’t be sorry. Be bettah.” Jah’lih added with a firmness in his words, withdrawing his hand and rolling onto his back inside his bedroll. He felt guilty for giving him a hard time about it, but it was important to him that Ri’lael not take such risks. It had been the gentle caring hand of his little friend that had comforted him through both the death of Rezan and the King. His heart could not bear to lose Ri’lael as he had lost them as well, he doubted he could pull through it a third time.
Ri’lael looked like a scolded ravasaur hatchling, he knew he had gone too far this time as he crawled back over towards his bedroll. He was searching for words to make things better but none came to mind, he simply felt sorry and he had already said that. He remained silent and drew back the cover of his bedroll. Yet he was stopped short of climbing back in after hearing Jah’lih’s voice.
“Roll dat up and toss a’nudda log on de fire, boy.” The Zandalari ordered, pulling back the cover of his own bedroll to reveal a Ri’lael sized spot beside him. The spot was welcoming but not as welcoming as his impressive and extremely naked muscular form revealed beneath. He had pulled it back just teasingly enough for Ri’lael to see the tail of the serpent tattoo that adorned the base of his cock. “Then take ya loincloth off and join me. Ya need a more practical lesson in showin’ me respect and doin’ as I be tellin’ ya.” The prelate added, he wanted to offer a smile but he remained stone faced as he watched Ri’lael’s reaction.
Ri’lael’s mouth seemed more full of saliva suddenly as he gazed at fire lit form of Jah’lih. He couldn’t help but wonder if the Troll was always so jacked and muscular or if that was a recent development. That stern look only drew him in more as he did as he was told, tugging on the string at the side of his loincloth to let it fall away from him to the sand. His little blue cock bounced adorably from side to side as he crawled back over to Jah’lih’s bedroll. There was only silence, expressions and body language did all the speaking.
Ri’lael peered searchingly at Jah’lih, like a young cub waiting for permission to drink at the watering hole. Permission came when the prelate tugged the Darkspear towards him by his neckbrace pressing his lips against the boy’s own. In moments Ri’lael found himself straddled atop the Zandalari, locked in a passionate kiss that neither wanted to end.
The Milf
Val's mother may be over ten thousand years old, but she still looks as tasty as she ever did. However if you think you’re calling the shots when you share a bed with her then you’ve got another thing coming.
As Aethera awoke, she felt a firm round object snugged tightly between her ample breasts. She turned her gaze downward to spot the face of the very happy looking and sleeping Kaldorei man snuggled between them. He was Taelaran the blacksmith’s apprentice. She had met him at the tavern the night before and had took him to bed! Even in spite of her being thousands of years older than him and that he was barely older than her own children.
Even now he was the spitting image of her long departed husband, Balror. She smiled slightly, stroking her hand through Taelaran’s hair as she so often did while Balror slept between those same bosoms - looking no less happy than the blacksmith’s apprentice presently did.
Of course he wasn’t her dearly departed husband and there was no sense in pretend he was. So she pushed his face and his entire body off of her on to the other side of the bed with a quiet grumble. The shove woke the sleeping Taelaran who rubbed his eyes from the bumpy awakening and peered at the Warden Mother.
”Ah, morning Aethera!” He said with a smile and a pleased look on his face. Eyeing the shapely older woman who had now moved to the edge of the bed, leaving him with a very nice view of that wonderful rear of hers - He resisted the urge to send a smack across it as it would likely be the last thing he did. He could still hardly believe he had gripped those large breasts in his palms and felt the strong pummel of her hips beat down on his cock. Had he died during that moment, he’d have died a happy man.
Aethera shot him a look over her shoulder. Taelaran almost retreated under the covers at it.
”S-sorry. Lady Leafwhisper.” he corrected himself, her sharp gaze turning away from him now that he had addressed her properly. He let out a quiet sigh of relief that he had gotten away with that. “I had a lot of fun last night. I hope you did too?” He asked with a warm smile.
”It was adequate.” Aethera replied coldly, stretching her arms above her head, her toned form and bank tightening and loosening as she stretched. She even bent her neck from left to right to stretch her neck muscles too.
Taelaran might have been offended or sad were it a normal woman who told him he was “Adequate”, but this was Aethera Leafwhisper. Warden Mother and all around badass in the Kaldorei community of the Broken Isles. For her to consider you adequate was quite a compliment in his eyes. “Good. I’ll make some breakfast for us before you head out.” he said kindly, sliding to his side of the bed and lifting his pants to slide them on.
He only got them on up to the middle of his thighs before Aethera’s voice stopped him.
”What do you think you’re doing?” She inquired coldly, looking back over shoulder at him again. Her expression firm and stone-like in that resting bitch face she always had. She may look like she was always annoyed about something, but it was merely the way she looked. For now though, she could tell it was for real.
”…Getting dressed to make breakfast?” He replied, his words sounding more like he was asking permission.
”We’re done when I say we’re done. Take your pants off and get back in bed.” She ordered, raising a finger to him.
”Y-yes mothe-..miss..Ahem… Lady Leafwhisper.” he stumbled over his own tongue, quickly tugging off his pants and flopping back onto the bed.
”Be hard by the time I finish my morning exercises.” She commanded again, pointing to his semi-erect morning wood. She could hear the plapping of his hand against skin as he jerked himself off at her order. She turned away, wearing a very small but clear smirk on her lips that he couldn’t see before she stood up to begin her exercises.
The Nightmare Beauty
What if Val had never survived the sacrificial ritual at the hands of a nightmare satyr? What might she have become? What untold horrors might she have performed? Have a happy & safe Halloween <3
Hey folks, decided very much last minute to do a Halloween image after rediscovering a Satyr Val model I had from a couple years ago. The theme was obviously spooky so I figured this ‘alternate history’ version of Val corrupted by the nightmare would do the trick.
A darkness lies over the once verdant forests of Val’sharah. Nightmare corruption has spread to all corners and a powerful servant of Xavius roams it. The locals who fled from the spreading corruption believe this servant was once a kind, nature loving druid known as Valnoressa. In years past she had mysteriously disappeared, her friends and family searched for her as long as they could - before ultimately losing hope and accepting that she was gone.
Sacrificed by a powerful Satyr who had enslaved her for years, he murdered young Valnoressa and used her pure soul to restore his form. Into her empty husk he poured the malice, corruption and hatred from the nightmare lord. What was born from it was a being that was entirely the opposite of what the poor druid had once been in her old life. Now she roams the forest, using her nightmare powers to summon thick red pocked vines that sicken the very heart of the forest she once loved.
Where once Val had been kind, peace loving and gentle. This twisted being was violent and maleficent. She grew dominant, sadistic and cruel in her service to the nightmare lord. Druids, Adventurers and Factions that entered the corrupted forest of Val’sharah would meet her wrath. She would toy with those she captured, having her way with them before infusing them with her corruption. The lucky ones died quickly during the process, those not so lucky would suffer for weeks as the blood red vines spread throughout their body. If they somehow survived that, they would live only as mindless minions of their mistress - their controlled bodies roaming the forest to bring her new playthings to torture and twist.
There is nothing for you in Val’sharah, adventurer. You should never go to that place.
And if for some insane reason you must go.
𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖌𝖔 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊...
The Lover's Bond
Fresh from battle and burdened with a mutual need to be together. Alisinya and Aveline share a tender, romantic and lustful moment in the Paladin bath house. A night of bonding between these two women lays ahead.
Oof, been a minute since my last release. Sorry about that! I kinda got drawn into two game patch releases for WoW and FF14 this month as well as some other stuff that I won’t go into. Either way I’m still on schedule for my usual amount of releases this month so look forward to what’s to come!
Commissioned by: Alisinya & Aveline
Alisinya waded into the water first, the immediate heat that washed against her lower body made her exhale softly. It was comfortably hot and a misty steam wisped across the surface as her movement gently disturbed the water. Alis turned, offering a hand to her Human companion, her blue eyes carrying affection for the other woman.
Aveline returned both her hand and a gentle smile to the Elf as she stepped into the water with Alisinya’s guiding palm.
“To think we have this place to ourselves. It should be a peaceful night.” Aveline nodded, an exhaled sigh of relief as the hot water caressed her slightly taller form at the thighs.
“Told you! We’ll be undisturbed too. Just you and I.” Alis assured, she lifted the human’s hand in her own and gently kissed the back of her palm as the gap between them became shorter.
Both had been in battle recently, it had been what had prompted this out of hours visit. Yet it hadn’t just been because of the battle, there were feelings that had bubbled between them for a while that had seemingly come to their peak with recent events. When the mission had ended, Alis had firmly set her will towards doing this together, yet it was not entirely out of need to wash and relax.
Aveline met the elf’s gaze, she pushed a hand across Alisinya’s cheek and guided a strand of her hair over that wonderful long ear of hers. The human cupped the side of her face and let her thumb roll across the cheek under her eye as she looked upon her fondly. She too had desired this moment alone with Alis as much as the Elf had.
There was a comfortable silence between them. Neither seemed pressed to speak for both knew what the other would wished to say, it was painted on their faces that carried adoring expressions and eyes of want. Aveline took the lead as she often did, letting her palms rest on Alisinya’s hips as she tugged her towards her into an embrace. Their naked flesh pressed together as they hugged and the slightly shorter elf was just short enough to rest her head against Aveline’s naked chest.
It had been a long overdue moment of intimacy between the pair and it felt right.
Alis let her palms glide over the Human’s strong and toned form as she embraced her. As their eyes met during their embrace, an inevitable kiss would come. It was long, passionate and neither wished to break it first. Their hands explored one another as passion began to fuse into lust as it so often did. Gentle pleasurable muffled moans began to emanate from them both and echo around the stone walls of the empty bath house.
Aveline took the lead once again, her hands coming down to rest on Alisinya’s rear where the fingers sank wantingly into her flesh. Yet the tensing of her biceps and the upward pull of her forearms signaled further intent. She lifted the Elf by her rear, carrying her with great ease and all without ever breaking that kiss. More so, she waded further through the water with her partner, kissing her and carrying her towards a stone pillar that crowned the middle of the bathing pool.
Alis felt safe in her capable arms, her legs wrapping around her as she felt the stone wall meet the flesh of her back. The cold stone forced a gentle breath from her lips which turned to an affectionate smile towards her human companion. She adored how easily Aveline could lift her, she doubted she would ever tire of it. Yet even while the stone was cold, they were both so warm in each other’s hold - even a holy light beamed through the stained glass at the edge of the baths, as if the light itself shined approvingly down on their union.
Right now, nothing else mattered. Both of them were right where they wanted to be.
Right where they needed to be.
The Solo Tank
Tired of Val stealing away the tank for herself after a hard fought dungeon, the other two members of the group demand she shares him with everyone! He’ll need his stamina to please these ladies all night!
The giveaway image with the three winners picked over in my discord! Was quite a lucky thing that all members of the group ended up having Night Elf OCs to include along side Valnoressa! She doesn’t get to hump with her own kind very often!
Congrats to Naefnair, Eluney and Mythiyell for winning the giveaway!
“Well, I think I’ll turn in for the night. We had our work cut out for us today after all! Lyran, could you come check that my tent is sturdy? I’m not sure if I did it correctly.” Val said, her tone shifting a little as she eyed the Kaldorei fella who wasn’t all that masculine but was certainly attractive.
“Ah! of course Val. I’ll look at that for you.” He said, pushing himself off the log he was sitting on at the campfire with eagerness, knowing full well what was really coming. Yet he wouldn’t get to a full stand before finding himself tugged back down onto his backside, letting out an ‘Oof!’ at the bump back down to the wood. He looked to his right to find Eluney’s hand on his shoulder, she was keeping him seated.
“Oh no you don’t, Val. You aren’t stealing him all for yourself.” Eluney interjected, giving Lyrandris a cheeky peck on the cheek. “He’s the only guy in our group and I’ll be damned if you’re keeping him in your perfectly sturdy tent all night.” She shot Val a sharp look, though seemingly it didn’t phase the druid
“Surprised you noticed, considering you’ve spent most of your time at the camp with your head between Mythi’s thighs.” Val shot back, a knowing smirk on her lips. She noted the slight blush on Mythiyell’s face accompanied by a small smile which all but confirmed it. “Besides, I’m the healer of the group. Everyone knows it’s the healer’s job to take care of our tank. Isn’t that right Lyran?” She added, offering the Elf fella a sly seductive wink that landed his way with great success.
“I-i..Uh..wel-..” Lyrandris tripped over his own words, he absolutely wished to follow Val back to her tent but not at the expense of shattering the group after such a good dungeon clear. Even if that large shapely rear of hers was more than worth the sacrifice.
“Now, now. I think it’s pretty clear what we do here ladies.” Mythiyell weighed in. “I’ve seen Lyran take on several foes at once in battle, so the three of us should pose little challenge. I dare say it’s a tank’s job to prove they have the stamina for the role.” She added.
Lyrandris blinked, looking between the three Elven ladies who all seemed to be looking at each other. A firm exchange of nods was made between them after a moment, before all turned their gaze to the Elven fellow.
“I guess we’ll share him then.” Val said with a nod.
“Quite so.” Mythiyell agreed.
“Come then, Lyran.” Eluney beckoned, standing up to stand with her two Elven sisters. All three of them seeing their outfits removed as Lyrandris gazed on with amazement and equal amounts confusion. “You’ve a long night ahead of you!” Eluney added, offering him a sly smirk.
Booty Bay Breeding
Captured and enslaved by Mar’gur Warbane, Dryarae finds herself submitting more and more to the will of the arena champion. Her first breeding by Mar’gur being a special moment.
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.
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
Solaria and Scrimshaw enjoy some special lewd time with each other down at the docks in Boralus. The big Worgen keeps her on a short leash while he breeds her over and over throughout the night!
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.
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.”
The Fan Boi (Giveaway)
Kalthar became a mender at the Brawl’gar Arena just to meet his favorite fighter, Mar’gur the Indomitable. Needless to say, he got a meeting and then some when the Orc got her hands on him.
I know there’s been a lot of femboy stuff lately, but at least this one gets to show off Mar’gur’s new update in all it’s muscley glory. Non-femboy stuff coming but definitely more futa coming! Stay tuned, porn fans!
Congrats to Xero in my discord community for their win of this free commission!
Mar’gur was relentless in her use of the new mender-boy, Kalthar. She could tell he was a big fan of hers as he kept fidgeting, smiling at her and catching shy glances at her pillar-like arms the whole time he tended to wounds. The Elf has asked for her autograph but was instead being mercilessly rammed by the big buff woman.
Mar’gur had carried him from the treatment area over her shoulder like a rescued maiden, took him behind some storage crates and torn the clothes from his back like the brute she was. She found him irresistibly cute to the point where she just had to kiss him, but Mar’gur doesn’t bend down for weaklings. She would hook her palms under his arm pits and lift him to her massive height to plant her lips and tongue against his and did so with great ease.
Kalthar would be lying if he said it wasn’t a fantasy of his. While he hadn’t been expecting the champion of the arena to take him rough and bare like a common tavern whore, he had enjoyed the thought of it many a time while glancing at her risque pictures in “Big Hung Gals” monthly.
Mar’gur fed on the weak and respected the strong like her. Kalthar had wanted the attention of his favorite fighter and now he was getting it fully. Ever since how things had gone with her ex-slave Valnoressa, Mar’gur had been cutting a path of lust and shagging through every Elf brave or foolish enough to express interest in her. Kalthar was one of many.
She tugged on his braided silky hair by a small ponytail at the back, a well placed handle bar for her massive fist to grab as it allowed her more momentum behind a steady unbroken thrusting of her powerful hips. Her massive emerald balls would swing and smack against the back of Kalthar’s own like two massive wrecking balls against his marbles by comparison.
Each time he pulled his hips away and attempted to crawl forward for a brief respite, Mar’gur would smack harshly across his rear and drag him right back onto her cock again. There was no running from the wolf for the sheep when it was already in the wolf’s jaws.
When she was finally satisfied, she left Kalthar where she had taken him. His ass raised and leaking her Orcish seed while his face pressed against the dried sun baked ground. He was exhausted, used and more than a little happy with his brush with the champ.
As he lifted his tattered and torn clothes, he found that Mar’gur had signed his picture of her like he had originally asked. Including a little personalized message that read:
”To Kalthar,
I need more fans like you.
Wear something slutty next time you little bitch.
See you soon.
- Mar’gur, the Champ.”
Keep Your Enemies Closer
Ri'lael had to do what he could to survive among the Amani in the lower enclaves of the golden city in the months before he met his secret Zandalari lover.
So here’s a little more backstory on Ri’lael before he met Jah’lih. Quite pleased with how this turned out and I know the gay femboy stuff isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but I just think it’s cute okay! Plenty of non-gay stuff to come in the near future. For now enjoy!
“Ya be right ‘mon. Dis Darkspear boy makin’ a fine hole for ‘me cock alright.” The large Amani proclaimed, his large emerald three-pronged hands keeping Ri’lael’s knees firmly parted from one another while his muscular hips drilled his probing cock ever deeper inside the Darkspear.
“Be honest wid’ us boy, ya came all de way to Zandalar for a real troll didn’t ya? Dey ain’t keepin’ a bitch like you well used in da’ horde ey? Lil’ E’chuta!” The beefy Amani below him added, his massive biceps keeping the boy in an arm lock while the pair of them pummeled their cocks into him. Ri’lael’s own arms were the polar opposite of the Amani ones, and they ached from the thick biceps squeezing relentlessly down on his blue twigs in comparison.
His words couldn’t have rang any more hollow with Ri’lael, he hadn’t come here to be fucked by lesser tribe trolls like the Amani. They were a failed tribe and easily led by others, honor less and fractured. Yet still existed to posture and taunt as if they counted for anything anymore. This ‘arrangement’ was merely to allow Ri’lael to have a roof over his head and warm meals in his tummy while he learned the ways of the Zandalari druids. The irony wasn’t lost on him that he looked down upon Amani in the same way the Zandalari likely looked down upon him and his lowborn standing.
“Ah yeah! Dat be right faddas! I came for de big Amani cock and de strong Amani trolls! Gimme dat thick mojo, mons!” Ri’lael moaned out with his gentle feminine voice. It was fortunate for the Darkspear boy that he was as gay as they came, otherwise this arrangement might be far less pleasurable for him. Though his words were more sweetly sprinkled for their benefit, he most certainly hadn’t come to be an Amani pin cushion for cock - but it helped end things more quickly if he played along. His honeyed words had the effect they wanted. Their grunts and groans of pleasured approval spurred their hips into fast pumping thrusts that put even the most well oiled goblin pistons to shame.
“Good ‘ting I didn’t kill ya back ‘den ey boy? Heheheh.” The Amani facing down at him thought best to remind him of that unfortunate and much less civil first encounter.
Having come to Zandalar with nought but his spear, his loincloth and a dream in his heart - he had no home and no readily available food outside of hunting. Hunting in the jungle alone wasn’t advisable to even the mightiest of trolls. He had entered the Sandfury enclave in hopes of being taken in, but they chased him out. He then went to the Amani, but his mere presence felt like an insult to their fallen brothers in which the Horde and the Darkspear had participated in.
The Amani presently pulling his legs apart had previously lept on him with intent to kill at that first encounter. He had lifted the boy in one hand by his neck, squeezing his throat with the desire to crush it like an insect under heel. Yet Ri’lael’s gentle beauty and weakness stayed his hand and intrigued the Amani.
An arrangement was struck and it was simple enough. He would cook, clean weapons & armor, repair their clothes and pay tribute to the Amani loa. He was also beholden to the sexual urges of any male in the tribe who desired to lay with him, of which there were quite a few considering the low amount of remaining Amani females. It wasn’t uncommon for Ri’lael to pleasure four or five Amani in a single evening.
Months of this arrangement had worn on him in body and mind greatly. There had to be another way to live in this land and become a druid as a troll from foreign lands. Surely something or someone could pull him from this seemingly endless cycle? He would end this arrangement and take his chances - he had to.