The Inspection
The Warden Mother inspects the equipment of the elite “Spear of Elune” unit under her command. She’s got these well endowed ladies together to do their blessed goddess given duty to make up the Kaldorei lost.
So here’s a commission I did for Loriandra just to cap off the month of May. In my “pornoverse lore” Futa Kaldorei are considered to be blessed by Elune and are breeders for the good of all Kaldorei. After Teldrassil they’ll have their work cut out for them too.
Anyway, enjoy the lewds! More Nelfs soon.
Commissioned by: Loriandra
“Do you think she’ll revoke our weekend passes again?” Questioned Arana, the smallest of the three Kaldorei women in the line up in front of the Warden Mother’s desk in her office.
All three stood entirely naked, their hands clasping each other behind their backs with their legs parted in a military posture. All three were Wardens of the same squad, The Spear of Elune, and all were awaiting the arrival of the Warden Mother for inspection.
“I seem to recall it was your fault last time, Arana. Your uneven pubic hair cost me a threesome with those twins in 3rd squad.” Laria chimed in, a slightly bitter tone in her voice as she bumped the arm of Arana with her own.
“Val and I had a romantic get away planned that weekend too.” Lori chimed in as well.
“So you both told me repeatedly. And we’re even anyway, I made it up to you both in the barracks that night. My ass hurt for a week after.” Arana reminded them with a sigh.
Lori and Laria glanced at one another with a smirk and a nod. That had been a fun night in spite of their personal plans being ruined. “Well I have a date with Val this weekend, so don’t you two screw this up for me.” Lori affirmed.
“Still think you’re insane so be banging the Warden Mother’s daughter. I’d be too scared of the mother.” Arana said with a shake of her head in disbelief.
Lori smiled softly. “Well it’s not just sex with Val. We’re in love.” She admitted. “She’s worth the terrifying looks from her mother too.” She said with a light chuckle.
Laria scoffed. “Love-schmuv. The goddess blessed me with this thing to seed as many of our beautiful women with my bloodline as possible and I intend to do so.” She affirmed with a prideful nod.
“Aw I think it’s cute. I’m happy for you Lori.” Aranaara offered a kind smile to Lori who returned it in kind. Laria rolled her luminous white eyes a bit at that. “I’d just be happy if I could find a guy who didn’t get intimidated or run away the moment I take my pants off.” Arana shared with a slight sigh.
The three of them tensed and straightened up all at once as the door swung open. None dared to turn and none needed to as the familiar heavy plated footsteps were unmistakable. “Enough gossip, ladies. This isn’t a Dalaran cafe.” The mature and raspy voice of the Warden Mother scolded.
Aethera walked along behind the three Kaldorei slowly, each could feel her scrutinizing gaze on them as her powerful aura passed them by. She circled around to the front and stood before them with her arms folded, her gaze finally settling on them.
”Weekend passes are cancelled and today’s inspection shall be extremely thorough, Wardens. You three have been put forward to represent this order in the re-population efforts following the loss of countless souls of our kin at Teldrassil. Your blessing is needed now more than ever and I would have you three be the best our kind have to offer in such regard.” Aethera spoke clearly and firmly, walking along the line.
The Warden Mother stood before them and began removing her armor, much to the amazement of the three. Though Lori had laid eyes upon her girlfriend’s mother nude before, it was still a welcome sight none the less. “I will inspect each of you personally and we will discover just how capable you are for the honor that lies ahead. Laria, get erect, I would measure you first.” She explained with a command to punctuate it.
”Y-yes, mother!” Laria responded, though she need not have been told to get hard as she was already half way there from the view of Aethera’s motherly and shapely form laid bare before them. The other two were well on their way to full mast too.
The weekend plans may have been lost, but something told the three Warden sisters they wouldn’t mind.
The Baroness IV
Nyxlynn meets the Baroness and learns first hand what it means to serve the cruel and dominant noble. Can she stick it out to become one of her harem or will she fail like many before her?
Nakicat’s lovely Elf joins the Baroness as her personal chair. I did some renovations to Penelope’s throne room and threw in some of her more loyal demons who’d no doubt be eager to share in her slaves if given permission.
Commissioned by: Nakicat
Penelope circled her most recent addition to her collection, her eyes inspecting the Elf as she used her riding crop to adjust her posture manually. The elf kneeled on all fours and adjusted to the taps and pokes of the prodding crop as required, doing as she was commanded like a prize dog at the big show.
“Lift your ass and raise your chin. Look straight ahead.” The Baroness commanded, tapping the flared end of the crop first against Nyx’s tummy to raise her hips before using the edge of it to raise her chin shortly after. “Knees together, slave.” She said with a raised tone, delivering a short smack of the crop to the Elf’s thigh.
Nyxlynn did as she was told, as best as she could. The other slaves had warned her of how hard to please The Baroness was and even the slightest mistake would be met with punishment. In spite of the fact that she had been brought here against her will, she couldn’t deny some sense of enjoyment there was to be found in service to someone such as her.
While the other slaves all offered warnings of her wrath, they too all served her loyally and unquestionably. Each rivaling the other for her attention and affection, a shared thread of agreement among them that this often cruel and merciless woman was worth serving.
“Tell me, Nyx. Do you know why you’re here with me?” Penelope questioned as she sat upon the Elf’s lower back, using her as a chair as she summoned a wine glass from nowhere into her palm. She gave the contents of the glass a little swirl before taking a sip, her free hand resting on the elf’s head.
“I.. I uh.. uhmm..” Nyx couldn’t form an answer quickly, all that came out were some nervous sounds as she attempted to respond. By the sunwell, those round cheeks on her back were so warm and soft.
“No? Not smart enough to know? That’s alright dear, I didn’t have you captured for your brains. You are just an Elf after all.” Penelope said with a prideful chuckle, sipping her drink. “You’re here because you are weak, my dear. And the natural order of things dictates that the weak must serve the strong.” The leather clad Baroness explained, running her fingers through Nyx’s silky purple hair.
Nyx didn’t reply, she wasn’t supposed to. She merely continued to quietly serve as the object the Baroness had made her. She didn’t turn her head but she did turn her eyes to glance around at the various acts of sin and debauchery taking place around her. Mortals bound in fel chains waiting for their singular purposes under the Baroness and some were already paired with her loyal demons in acts of untold pleasures and torment.
Penelope tightened her stroking palm on the Elf’s hair into a fist, gathering the tufts of her purple strands into it as she spoke. “I’m going to hurt you and use you, Nyx.” The white haired human remarked, her tug on Nyx’s hair causing the elf to whimper slightly as her head was veering backwards.
“And in time you will long for it. You will long to lick the dirt from my boots or pleasure the demons under my command. You will long for it because you are what, Nyx?” She asked expectantly, awaiting the Elf’s reply.
Nyx believed she knew what the Baroness wanted to hear the moment she asked and she displayed her loyalty with the expected response. “B-because I am weak, mistress.” She replied, hoping at least that was what she wanted to hear. She began to doubt herself immediately after saying it as the Baroness paused to sip from her drink.
By the sunwell, she was good. She knew the in’s and outs of a slave's mind and how best to torment them. That anxiety in waiting to find out if she had responded correctly was another tool in her arsenal and it was one she employed expertly.
“Good girl.” The Baroness eventually affirmed, loosening her grip on the Elf’s hair into a gentle stroke.
A wave of relief and complex feelings washed over Nyx with that confirmation. She didn’t realize it yet but it was merely the beginning of her surrender to the Baroness. Like all those under the ownership of Penelope, she too would come to rely on the drug that was the approval and attention of her mistress.
The Negotiator
With the Poundflesh Clan running wild in Stormsong Valley, the admiralty has sent Iselda to negotiate the release of their female prisoners and an end to the raids. Warlord Mar’gur has other plans, however.
Mar’gur reconnects with an old lay in an unexpected way.
Commissioned by: Pride
Mar’gur grunted approvingly as she rolled off of Iselda and onto her back beside her. A long strand of seed dangled from the tip of her green cock, not quite heavy enough to snap and fall to the floor but sticky enough to remain where it was. Yet that was nothing compared to the several loads of Orc seed that Iselda carried inside her already. Mar’gur gave an admiring smack to Iselda’s reddened cheeks as she eyed the handiwork that leaked from both holes.
“Come now, you truly having nothing more to offer me? You don’t seem serious about rescuing your so called prisoners from me or preventing further raids on Stormsong Valley.” Mar’gur nodded, grinning at the exhausted and well used mage.
Iselda was indeed finding it hard to keep up with the lusty Orc. She had anticipated negotiations with the Poundflesh Clan would be difficult but certainly not so vigorous. “You truly expect me to return to the Admiralty and let her know that you’ll release all your captives and leave this island if she offers herself to your clan for a week of breeding?” The negotiator sounded less than impressed, even reciting it back to her.
“I’m quite confident she’ll agree.” Mar’gur said, certainly sounding as confident as she claimed to be. She tugged the Human atop her with ease, their bodies pressed together face to face as Mar’gur continued. “Ya’ see, just like her little student spellchucker-slash-negotiator, it’s well known that ol’ Proudmoore has jungle fever for us Orcs.” The Warlord nodded firmly, her hands coming up to slap and grab at both of the human’s ass cheeks to punctuate her remark.
“If that’s truly your sticking point, I guess we have nothing more to discuss and I can return to her with your terms to listen as she totally rejects them.” Iselda said in a huff, climbing off the Orc and standing up to begin putting her robes back on – quite angrily so at the Orc’s adamant terms.
”We’re not done negotiating yet, human.” Mar’gur said firmly, eyeing Iselda with a mischievous gaze in her one good eye. “We’ve yet to negotiate your release.” She said with an unsettling smirk.
Iselda peered at her in confusion. “I’m not a prisoner here, I’m a negotiator!” She exclaimed, half dressed and eyeing the smug looking Orc who lay shamelessly nude before her.
“You’re a piece of meat for me to fuck, until I say otherwise. So you can take your clothes off and hop on my cock again.” Mar’gur threatened casually, continuing. “Or you can spend the remainder of your stay here getting passed around by my warriors in the barracks like a Pilgrim’s Bounty ham. Your choice, sweet cheeks.” She continued, ending her threat with a little twitch of her engorged emerald cock.
The young mage looked to the exit and then back to Mar’gur. It wasn’t much of a choice in the end, she may not be entirely adverse to the sexual company of an Orc but she knew as well as the warlord did that several unsupervised well-hung Orc warrior women would have ruined her without remorse. Strangely Mar’gur was the lesser of the two evils, but they were both evils all the samee.
Issy pushed the robes from her half dressed form and sighed a little, heading towards the eager waiting warlord. She clambered up onto the large muscular woman and lay atop her again. She let a little yelp pass her lips as the Orc’s firm hand came up to smack n’ grab her peachy round rear. Her whimpers muffled by the large palm of the Orc pressing on the back of her blonde hair, pulling the human’s lips down to kiss the Orc’s own, with no small amount of invasive tongue on Mar’gur’s part.
“Now then, I think I’ll have your ass again, negotiator.” The warlord commanded, oggling her prize as she poked the crown of her cock against Issy’s backdoor with mischievous intent.
It was going to be a long and exhausting few days for the little mage!
Moonwell Romance
Three hundred years as best friends and it finally seems like Lori and Val might be slightly more than just friends. Romantic moonwell sex tends to do that I guess. Wholesome cute sexy times within, ye be warned!
Val returns and it’s in somethin’ cute and sexy! Things have progressed between Lori and Val since last you saw them together. Hundreds of years of friendship seems poised to evolve into something more.
Commissioned by: Loriandra
Lori leaned against edge of the moonwell, using her forearms laid flat upon that ancient stone work to keep her upper body above the surface of the water. She peered out at nothing in particular, the blur of an unfocused gaze on her immediate surroundings giving way to that within her mind’s eye.
The white haired human. Her piercing emerald eyes and her smug smile peering down at Lori as if she were nothing. The sheer delight on her face as she lashed Lori over and over. She had humiliated and degraded her for nothing more than sheer sport and selfish desire. To be made so vulnerable and helpless weighed on Lori’s mind, yet she would not let it push her from her path.
She thought on the words of Aethera who was first to meet her when she returned from her daring escape of that awful place. “You endured as I taught you to endure. You waited for your moment and you took it. You escaped an inescapable place and protected the secrets of your Warden sisters.” Lori recalled her say. “Even the great sister Shadowsong has known the anguish of capture and torment by the enemy. Keep that head raised high, you have honored yourself and this order.” She had added.
Those words were of comfort to her yet it was other thoughts that had weighed on her mind during her capture. Those of selfish regret and wanting for another. Her mind had lingered from duty to that of Valnoressa, her most dearest friend and the possibility that she might not have gotten the chance to say what had been unsaid between them for hundreds of years. She had felt the same during Val’s two years disappearance with that vile Satyr yet had kept her thoughts to herself, sparing her dear friend the weight of a decision so soon after a traumatic event.
Now she had endured her own event and her thoughts were consumed with it. She had promised herself if she escaped she would return and see Val swept off her feet. See their friendship evolve beyond that to the one she had felt for her for all these years. Yet even now she stood terrified of taking that step and possibly losing one of the most important things to her.
So consumed with her thoughts, she hadn’t heard the approaching footsteps on the grass in the direction of the house.
“Mind if I join you, Lori?” The familiar voice of Val asked, rousing Lori from her mind.
The Warden peered at the very reason for her distant thoughts, her eyes lingering as she watched Val push the silk robes from her form and drop them to the floor. Her beautiful naked form revealed in it’s glory, her kind freckled face offering Lori a smile as she stepped into the water of the moonwell.
Lori turned from the edge, her attention focused on Val as she carried a jug into the center of the moonwell and began filling it to pour water over her voluptuous form. The glow of the water illuminating her soaked body to make her somehow even more desirable. Was it any wonder that so many desired this Kaldorei for themselves, Lori thought.
“I feel your hungry eyes upon me, Lori.” Val remarked, her head turning to peer back at Lori sitting at the edge of the moonwell. “You’re quite insatiable since I broke that awful enchantment.” She added with a smile.
She was referring to the enchantment that awful Baroness had put on her cock ring during her capture. It denied Lori orgasms and climax no matter how much she tried. She had suffered with it for weeks in her imprisonment then a few more after her escape as she searched for ways to break the spell. In the end, Val’s incredible magic and her well renowned stamina saw her free of the enchantment when all others had given up.
“Can you blame me when I’m presented with such a view?” Lori retorted, a kind smile of her own resting on her lips. Her eyes running over Val’s moon water soaked form more boldly. The twitch of approval disturbing the surface of the water from beneath Lori’s waistline.
“Do you recall all those years ago? It was in this very moonwell that you and I first pleasured one another.” Val recalled, peering back at Lori again. A more sly look upon her freckled face as she seemed to recall it very well.
“A wonderful night. That was until our mutual panic about how your mother would skin me alive if the seed had taken hold.” Lori chuckled. It was easy to laugh about it now but back then it was a very real threat.
“Mhm. It was anal only after that. At least until this infernal thing.” Val remarked, touching the cursed collar upon her neck a little.
“Hah! Not that I was complaining.” Lori nodded in approval at Val’s renowned shapely backside.
Val just lightly chuckled at her words, her fingers very lightly tracing the edge of her nightmare collar as she wore a neutral expression for a moment.
Lori raised a hand out from the water in gesture to Val. “Come. Straddle me like you did that night. Lets relive it through action rather than our nostalgic words.” She suggested, still holding it out for Val to take.
Val offered her a sincere smile. She set the jug into the water and let it sink to the bottom before wading across the well towards her dearest friend. Her pale tender hand reached for Lori’s and took it in kind, finding herself being gently guided onto Lori’s lap to face her.
Lori widened the stance of her legs so that Val could sit comfortably. The separation caused her cock and hefty balls to rise to the surface of the water, floating there in it’s impressive half flaccid state. Val looked as beautiful as she did on the night all those centuries ago and back then Lori had held her tongue on what she wanted to say. With all that had happened to her recently she wanted to say something that had long been unsaid between them.
“Val.” Lori said, her hands resting on Val’s wide hips. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to say for hundreds of years and well...” Lori was interrupted by Val’s finger on her lips.
“I know. I feel the same way about you. Always have.” Val assured. Her breasts pressing against Lori’s as she embraced her closely and intimately.
Lori was more than pleased to have her worries solved, she only regretted it had taken so long to act on them. Her cock raised from the surface of the water in excitement, fueled by the new step between these two life long friends.
They’d had sex many times over the past four hundred years but now for the first time, they would make love.
The Bartender Boy II
An eager elf enjoys some rough fun in the alley behind the bar he works at. It’s closing time but Alu is being over and opening himself up to a man he doesn’t even know the name of like the good little Elf he is.
You might remember this cute fella from this SFW piece I did a while back in another commission. Well he’s back and you get to see just exactly why this little Bartender is so popular with the fellas.
Commissioned By: GordFang & Alu
Alu made himself comfortable in his vulnerable bent over position, resting his arms out and crossing them over as his nipples touched the crate beneath. His blue eyes peering around the familiar alley in which he had pleasured more men than he could count, in more one night stands than he could remember.
It was only as the man’s cock slipped inside that Alu realized he had once again forgotten to exchange names with a man before being bedded by him. The man had no need to bend down to shag the elf boy so he simply lifted him by his hips to pull his lower half up to be at the proper height for his cock.
“Good boy. Lemme hear that naughty voice.” He growled, roughly plowing the femboy deep and fast. His own pleasure was all that he sought as he dug the boy out with his cock. The Elf was so light he could hold him up with one hand on his hip while the other gave his rear encouraging smacks to get his girly pleasured voice tumbling out of those painted lips.
Alley shags were always quick and fun. He preferred them that way because it was far too risky to do anything for too long back there and because it meant he could get back on his shift right after to earn more tips at the bar. Or perhaps to find another man to finish the job.
Alu’s ears flicked and twitched at the tips as the man painted his insides with a thick human load. The masculine grunts and the hard grabbing of flesh causing him to bite his lip in enjoyment. The man tugged his cock free of him, his buried seed quickly following after as it dribbled out of the boy’s hole and down the back of his small, smooth balls to the alley cobbles below.
The nameless man gave Alu a parting smack on the ass and offered a promise that he’d definitely be back for more of it in the future. All before making his exit back through the bar and leaving the creamed boy slumped over the crate in the alley.
Alu let out a pleased sigh as he eventually pushed himself up to his feet when the man was gone. He hummed merrily to himself as he dressed himself in the tummy revealing high cut shirt and criminally short skirt once more. He peered around for his purple lace panties, yet seemingly there was no sign of them. He chuckled quietly to himself at the realization – “Stolen for a trophy again.” He muttered in amusement to himself.
Alu shrugged and tugged up his stockings once more as they had lipped down his thighs a little during the fun. He checked himself over in his little pocket mirror and tugged his skirt a little bit further down his hips to hide his missing panties a bit better. He smiled and headed back into the bar to a cheer to the patrons all pleased to see him.
Battle Ass
Look I just like the way they did her model, okay? Them bastards knew what they would unleash when they made that model the way they did. Enjoy this rare deviation from my normal content, consider it quickie one off.
So here’s something a little unexpected from me. Yet I did fall in love with that wonderful Chun Li model they made for the lil’ zoomer game so here’s my very quickly thrown together (as in, spent a few hours on it tops) take on Chun Li’s big booty. Consider this a one off and just a rare deviation from my normal content.
Subruary (YCH #2)
Four more hot women join the Baroness in her aptly named Den of Depravity. There they will be disciplined and punished at her will, until she decides what use they will have for her in the long run.
The Baroness draws in even more potentials to lash and measure the worth of. This time she sees the OCs of 8bit, Khaeos, Rey and a special appearance by GadgetzanAuctionhouse subjected to her harsh treatment.
I learned a lot from this YCH and I’m thankful to you for being patient with me as I tried a different format and something new to me.
Session Notes - Slave #256 - “Lauren”
Ah yes, Slave #256. She thought it wise to stop my carriage on the Duskwood road and confront me. She dispatched a few of my guards before challenging me directly. I had been quite excited to have a duel of magic! Yet she provided depressingly little sport for me.
The fight was over in a few exchanges of spells and she was on her knees before me in defeat. Instead of taking her life I had her brought to the Den of Depravity. She fought me at first of course, I’d expect no less of someone bold enough to face me one on one. Yet each punishing lash and moment of attention I give her I see the claws retracting and her enjoyment bubble to the surface.
Recommendation: Can possibly be turned?
Session Notes - Slave #322 - “Purity”
I set eyes upon this one and captured her by my own hand in Stormwind. It was a simple task to flirt with her and lead her away from her companions on holy ground. I’ve always had a talent for getting physically fit and strong women to chase after me and this one proved easier than most. Far too naive and trusting, there was almost no sport in it as I bound her and shoved her through a portal to the Den of Depravity.
The irony that a paladin called “Purity” had been led to my domain by her impure intentions towards me was not lost upon her. I of course gave her no mercy as is my way with these silly light zealots. Besides, I always go harder on the big strong girls like this one. After all, there’s just something so exciting to me about smacking my cane across a strong hard body.
Recommendation: Further Punishment Required.
Session Notes - Slave #101 - “Llyrae”
Ah yes, my little sewer rat. I’ve had this one longer than the others and she’s always been a reliable little source of relief for me. Her reconditioning has progressed well and I’ve broken her spirit more times than I can count. The girl is so afraid of me that she longs only to make me happy and feel my approval. I see it in her eyes when I rub her cheek or pat her head.
She’s almost ready to be returned to those simpletons in the Uncrowned. One last punishment followed by a night of pleasure in my bed shall see her loyalty secured. By the time I return her to Dalaran, she’ll be ready to do absolutely anything I say. If she fails me it wont only be her who suffers, but also that little boyfriend of hers she thinks I don’t know about.
Recommendation: Prep for release.
Session Notes - Slave #298 - “The Auctioneer”
Slave #298 and I are business partners! Yet she failed to hold up her end of our deal to provide me exclusive access to her premium stock. There’s nothing quite so disappointing as a bad business partner. Well, needless to say she needed a firm lesson in honoring her business deals and I was happy to “invite” her to the Den to remind the little green-skinned runt of her place with me.
She was far more agreeable after a good lashing by my hand and even offered me a generous discount on future purchases. Alas, I want to trust her but she’s already proven herself quite a duplicitous thing. Perhaps a night in the Imp Pit will ensure she keeps to her word in future. I respect her hustle but I will not be on the receiving end of it.
Recommendation: Punish & Release
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.