Little Goblin, Big Boss
Tina takes good care of her loyal bodyguards Plug n’ Shove in return for their effective services.
Heeeeey, been a little while since Tina appeared and i figured she could use a model update while she was away. I’ve also extended her story a little with the inclusion of these two new characters for her. Hope you like this little 2koma piece, I’d like to do more like this!
Plug and Shove, Tina’s well hung ebony body guards at her business ‘Greaseguzzle Industries’ were adored by the goblin herself. Not just because they had the fattest black cocks she’d ever laid eyes on or because they’d loyally saved her from more than a few rival corpo assassinations.
No, she loved those two human girls like they were her own daughters and they felt absolutely the same about her. So much so that they’d refer to their beloved boss as “Momma T or Momma Tina”. To everyone else in Bilgewater and beyond, Plug and Shove are the ruthless goons of the arms peddler Tina Greaseguzzle.
Gangsters who do her bidding, break legs and collect from people who owe their adoptive mother gold.
To Tina though? they’re her beloved girls and in spite of being less than half their size, those girls answer only to her and obey every command.
How do two ebony futa humans become the beloved daughters and muscle of a renowned crime boss? Well, that’s a story for another day.
The Bodyguards
A demonic threat prompts Jaina’s mother to request bodyguards for her daughter from her dear friend, Aethera of the Wardens. With such an attractive body to guard, a threesome was sure to ensue.
Been a quiet month for me, mostly just been a little burned out since the busy releases last month. Have no fear though, got stuff in the works and next month should be another busy one! For now, enjoy an overdue lewding of everyone’s favorite archmage.
Commissioned by: Loriandra
“This is entirely unnecessary.” Jaina grumbled. “I’m perfectly capable of protecting myself from demons.” She continued, storming angrily across her bedroom to the wardrobe.
She was follow by two large Kaldorei women who stuck closely, but gave the upset human a little space in her current mood. They were vigilant and observant of their surroundings, strong and ready for anything.
“Apologies you feel that way, my lady. Yet Aethera and your mother insisted upon our being here. Especially as these aren’t normal demons.” Loriandra assured, nodding to Leradriel who confirmed it as well.
“We shall endeavour to give you as much space as we can, my lady.” The dark haired and pale skinned Kaldorei assured as well.
“Yes I’m well aware of my mother’s fling with the Warden Mother. I shall not soon scrub the image of her bent over the dining room table in front of Aethera from my mind anytime soon.” Jaina sighed as she opened the wardrobe, now she knew how her mother had felt when she and the maid had walked in on her and Tyrande some time ago.
Lori and Lera looked at each other, smirking a little. They had heard about that business with the Warden Mother but it was amusing to see it confirmed by the daughter. Lori nudged Lera’s arm, her brow raised a little as her luminous white gaze was settled upon Jaina stripping her clothes off in front of the wardrobe. Seemingly she was so upset she had forgotten she was getting naked in front of her two protectors.
Jaina was fully bent over, her palms tugging down her panties to the floor when she realized her mistake. Normally the maid would be in the room to pull a changing screen across while she undressed, yet Melody had not been summoned yet. She turned her head back, a blush on her cheeks as she watched the two elves approaching her from across the room.
With such a view, they had deemed it necessary to get as naked as the Lord Admiral. They were so tall, so strong looking and each had a cocking swinging between their thighs that bounced from leg to leg as they approached.
“Ah... ladies this is a misunderstanding. I didn’t mean to-“ Jaina tried to explain.
“Sorry my lady but we have to stay real close to you during this threat.” Lori reminded, her pink palm coming in with a firm smack to Jaina’s rear, her grip lingering there as she kneaded the lady’s ass between her fingers.
Lera followed suit, her palm coming down just as firmly onto the other cheek. She too sank her fingers deeply into the squishy motherly rear of Jaina. “A nice fat ass on a human, you love to see it.” She remarked with a smirk.
Jaina was blushing deeply between the two Elves. She could feel their large shafts bumping against her hips on either side as they towered over her. Their presence at her side in such a lewd manner, it drained the sense from her mind as was often the case when she was around big elves. It had been the same anytime she found herself near Tyrande after all.
Lori turned Jaina’s head upward to look at her, holding her by her chin as she smiled down at the her. “You’ve gone quiet, my lady. Perhaps you undressed in front of us on purpose?” She said with a sly smirk.
Lera took Jaina by her chin as well, turning her head up to the other side to meet her gaze as well. “You’ve got a lovely fat rear, my lady. Would you like me to stuff this in it?” She said lewdly, her palm gripping the base of her large pale cock, slapping it eagerly against Jaina’s thigh.
Jaina was speechless yet the deep blush on her face betrayed just how into this treatment by her protectors she was. The two large Elves were toying with her like she was the last scrap of meat between two predators. They grabbed, groped and touched her shapely form all over, their base desires overwhelming their duty for a while.
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Melody slid to the edge of Katherine’s bed and stood up. The young maid of House Proudmoore looked back at a soundly sleeping Katherine who still wore the harness and strap-on she had been using on the maid for a the past couple of hours.
She would have liked to cuddle with the mother of the Lord Admiral a while longer, but duty called and Proudmoore Keep would not keep itself in order. Melody first found her panties after standing up, tugging them up her legs to see her small cock and smooth balls covered as she dressed herself in her customary maid outfit. She tucked Katherine in quietly before making her exit from the bedroom towards Jaina’s bedroom.
She dusted and cleaned various things along the way to the quarters, a soft smile on her lips as she recalled how the fun with Katherine had been. For an older woman she fucked like someone half her age, especially with Melody.
Melody’s brow raised a little at the thumping sound coming from Jaina’s bedroom as she approached. Normally such a sound was commonplace when Lady Tyrande was a visiting, yet she was not present this day. She approached with stealth, gingerly opening the door slowly as to avoid the sound of the hinges creaking as she peered inside.
“My-oh-my, aren’t you a bold one my lady.” Melody whispered quietly to herself as her gaze settled on the lewd sight within through the gap of the door. She could just make out Jaina sandwiched between the two large Elves. The tree of them weren’t facing the door so they hadn’t noticed the watching maid who had a perfect view of the trio from behind.
She bit her painted lower lip as she watched Lera’s hips pummell downwards, burying her large pale stud pierced cock in Jaina’s ass. She marvelled at her large and heavy balls as they slapped against the cheeks repeatedly. When Lera’s hips lifted she could see Lori’s large pink shaft doing the same thing to the Lord Admiral’s pussy from below.
Jaina made lewd sounds more befitting a Boralus whore round the back of The Kelp Club than the leader of a nation. Melody liked seeing this side of the Lord Admiral, it humanized her and made her more relatable in her eyes. She wasn’t a mighty sorceress in this moment, she was a woman with needs who was getting those needs entirely met.
Lera turned her head to the side to look back over her shoulder, her violet eye settling on the maid peering through the door. “Come inside already, maid. We’re going to need some refreshments if we’re going until morning.” She remarked with a smirk.
Melody quickly entered and acted like she hadn’t been watching for a while. She lifted a nearby platter of fruit and a jug of water and moved over to the side of where the action was happening. She slowly prepared the refreshments as she watched.
Lori lifted Jaina’s sizeable breasts in her palms, bouncing and squeezing them with approval. Lera continued her unbroken thrusting, leaning her head over Jaina’s shoulder to lick and nibble on the Human’s ear while whispering lewd remarks into it.
Jaina’s eyes turned and met the gaze of the watching maid. Part of her was entirely embarrassed that an employee of the house was watching her succumb to such base desires. Yet another larger part was loving that someone was watching her be so thoroughly used.
Melody was impressed by both Jaina’s ability to take two Night Elves and the wild sexual prowess of those futa stud elves doing what they do best. Her own little cock twitched eagerly in her panties at the thought of imagining herself in Jaina’s place. Her heart fluttered a little when she noticed Lori give her a sly wink.
She set out the refreshments, retreating from the room. Taking one final long look at the well used head of the house as she shut the door quietly.
Lori watched the young maid leave, designs towards the pale house servant actively turning in her head before she returned her focus to the big chested Jaina bouncing in her lap.
Jaina had been stifling her pleasure moans a little in the presence of the house maid, but as soon as she left she let her voice grow louder. It was some silly prideful way of somehow maintaining the illusion that she wasn’t whoring herself for Kaldorei she-cock. She wasn’t even convincing herself of that.
“B-by the tides! How much longer do you two intend to...Nnngh.. do this...?” Jaina inquired through gritted teeth and pleasure cries.
“If you –really- want us to stop, you need only command it, Lady Proudmoore.” Lori replied, her lips wrapped around one of Jaina’s nipples, suckling on her motherly breast.
Lera’s tongue rolled up Jaina’s cheek before planting a kiss on it. “But you don’t really want us to stop, do you my lady?” she said with a fanged smirk, her palm squeezing one of Jaina’s hips eagerly.
The thrusting slowed to a stop as they allowed Jaina the chance to command them to stop. The three of their bodies were all misted with sweat and the scent of sex filled the room.
“No... I don’t want you to stop.” Jaina quietly confirmed.
Lori and Lera smirked at each other, but Lera wasn’t satisfied with the answer.
“Not good enough, my lady. I think you should beg us to continue and tell us what a whore for Elf cock you are.” Lera said with a mischievous look on her face. Nodding to Lori who confirmed her desire to hear it too with a return nod.
“P..please don’t sto-“ Jaina began replying quietly, but a smack to her rear by Lera interrupted her words.
“Louder.” Lera commanded.
“Please don’t stop fucking me! I’m a whore for Elven cock so don’t stop!” She practically shouted.
Lera and Lori nodded at one another again, clearly pleased to hear such words come from a woman like Jaina Proudmoore. They both told her they’d do as she wished and immediately the she-stud Elves burst immediately back into their deep thrusts.
The night was young and a long
Love & Pain
Love and lust, pain and punishment. Such are the complex feelings and sensations for the loyal handmaiden of Penelope pyr Imperiosa. What will these two women in very different places discover about themselves?
Here it is, my first full FF14 art release! Hope you like it and the story i wrote with it from the perpective of Clara.
These two characters are Penelope pyr Imperiosa, a Garlean Decurio of high standing in the empire’s military. A firm and dominant woman who does not wear her heart on her sleeve and is deeply instilled with the iron clad beliefs of pure-blooded Garleans.
And Clara aan Thorne, her Eorzean slave & handmaiden who owes her life to Penelope and has fallen deeply in love with the woman who holds the other end of the chain that links to her neck. Expect to see character profiles for them in the future! But for now, enjoy!
It was a rare treat to accompany mistress to one of the Garlean noble and command social events. Clad in leather, lace and silk – I was most certainly the best dressed slave at the entire event if not the most eye catching. That moment before we left when we stood in front of the mirror and she rested her hands upon my shoulders, just looking at me in the reflection.
Mistress looked so radiant and striking in her armor too. I cleaned it by hand three times over to make sure she stood out among the crowd and she seemed most pleased with the work I had done on it.
She told me how beautiful I looked and kissed me. Not a mere peck on the lips or a kiss on the cheek but a long and passionate one! The warmth of her lips made the cold Garlean steel of her armor entirely invisible to my senses as my body pressed against it. That long moment, it was wonderful. I shall not soon forget it.
We mingled at the gathering and spoke to a lot of people. Many others commented on my beauty and remarked that I looked surprisingly refined for an Eorzean. It was here when things turned rather sour in the evening however.
One rather rotund Garlean politician led me away while mistress was engaged in conversation. Before I knew it he had me bent over a table in a side room with perverted intentions towards me. Thankfully mistress had noticed my absence fairly quickly and she interrupted before he could do anything.
She pushed the fat man off me into an armchair and pointed her gunblade firmly against his neck. Her beautiful emerald eyes had become piercing vengeful daggers aimed at this ridiculous looking half naked man. She warned him to never lay hands upon me again and to never speak of it or she’d castrate him. He looked terrified and agreed without hesitation.
We left the gathering early. Mistress pulled me through the crowd by my wrist the whole way, she squeezed it so hard that it still ached a full day later. She was furious and upset. I dared not speak a word. Even Centurion Alvarius noticed her leaving and stopped her briefly towards the exit to ask her what was wrong.
She brushed it off, telling him that it was none of his concern. He nodded, regarding me with a slightly concerned look as she tugged me away and into a magitek transport to return home.
I knew punishment awaited me back in her quarters yet I did not know how much. Only now with hindsight do I know that one of the longest, sustained and most punishing nights on the end of her wrath was what awaited.
She tore that beautiful dress from my body, forced me over a table like the rotund man had and took me roughly. She used the behemoth-size attachment for the strap-on. A fitting name for it.
She reminded me that I was her slave and her whore. For none other than her to use. She made me count as she lashed my back with a riding crop and would start over each time I counted incorrectly or hesitated. She would pull my hair and spank me as she took my ass with the behemoth so roughly.
I sobbed and begged her forgiveness for failing her at one point. It angered her and she slapped me so hard across the face that I tumbled to the floor where I sobbed more. I was so furious that she was punishing me for something I couldn’t control. She knew I couldn’t refuse that stupid fat man as a mere slave.
Then I realized. She wasn’t mad at me or even the man who caused this. She was mad at herself for failing to protect me. My mistress didn’t know how to compound those feelings and so she lashed out at me in confusion and anger.
I stopped sobbing, looking up at her as she stood over me. I told her I forgave her and her beautiful green eyes welled up to the edge of tears for a moment – yet she did not allow herself to shed them. She helped me to my feet and pulled me into a hug and I buried my face in that motherly chest of hers.
The pain and aches of her abuse had melted away in her caring embrace. We stood there for so long in each other’s hold. It was so warm and so comforting, it was truly wonderful. Then it happened, words spoken by mistress that I never expected to hear. Said barely above a whisper right beside my ear.
“I love you, Clara. I won’t hurt you anymore today.” She had said.
My mistress told me she loved me. Me. A common slave! One who was not befitting the adoration of such a woman. I immediately told her how I felt, how I loved her so much. She kissed my forehead and gently swept me from my feet to carry me in her strong arms to the bathing room.
She ran a hot bath of rose water for me, bathed my body and treated the wounds she had given me earlier. Her eyes would meet my own and she’d softly caress my face without saying a word - yet those eyes said everything for her. When I had been bathed, she carried me to her bed and we cuddled naked all night under those expensive silk sheets. I fell asleep to the mighty thump of her heartbeat as my head lay against her chest. It was a strong heart for a strong woman.
I knew I could not let this go to my head. It was wonderful to be cared for and loved by mistress, yet I knew such a woman like her could not show it all the time. Such an expectation would have been foolish and naive – but to know that under that harsh and firm exterior was a woman who truly cared for me... it filled my heart to bursting.
I learned a few things about myself that night. I learned that my mistress can only protect me so as long as I remain loyally at her side. And that even a lowly slave like me is worthy of her love. And yet most of all, the most surprising revelation about myself that I had that night.
... I enjoyed it when mistress hurt me.
Bottom Heavy
Val gets in on some weird challenge those young'un Kaldorei are doing. Though she's got a lot more meat to lift than the average Elf so its a bit more difficult for her! Lori doesn’t seem to mind the view though!
Here’s my submission for that #JackOChallenge people have been doing. But in typical fashion I’ve made a bit of a story to go with it. Been pumping out the projects this month, hope you like this one!
“Dangit, get up there you big thing.” Val grumbled to herself as she pushed her hips up with a struggle. It was all for some crazy new fad the Kaldorei younger generation were doing these days but she couldn’t remember the name of it or why they were doing it.
“Almost there...Got it! Hah!” Val said proudly out loud, holding the heft weight of her very large rear up in that awkward and ridiculous pose. Her ears perked up at a familiar voice behind her and the sound of clapping.
“Very nice. I usually have to smack it a few times and hold your hips to get it that high up.” Lori said jestingly, admiring the view while applauding it. The warden was rocking her usual morning wood between her legs but it was definitely twitching a little more aggressively at the sight of Val.
Lori had wandered out of the bedroom curiously in search of her girlfriend who would usually be taking care of that morning wood around this time. Futa girlfriends were notoriously high maintenance sexually and it was a willing duty of their lovers to help them get through the day because of their higher than normal libido.
The sudden appearance of her girlfriend made her drop her booty to the floor again and look back with something of a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people, Lori!” the grump-faced Val scolded.
“In my defense you’re doing it in the middle of the living room first thing in the morning.” Lori said with her arms folded under her pink mounds, smirking a little as she eyed that adorable grumpy expression of Val’s.
“I’m just curious why they’re doing this pose is all. Laria said I should do it and send her a picture to judge if I did it right.” Val replied with a shrug.
Lori grumbled something about her fellow warden and how sneaky she was under her breath. It hadn’t been the first time she had attempted to mislead her adorable yet often gullible girlfriend in a sexual manner. It was no secret that Laria’s lust for Val had only grown since their group fun in the forest.
It wasn’t a great problem, Lori & Val had a very open relationship sexually. Yet Laria was relentless and left unchecked that horny warden would most definitely try to greed the heavy bottomed druid for herself.
“Sweetie, you know Laria just wants that picture of you so she can keep it in her armor and tease me with it on patrols, right?” Lori sighed a bit.
“Oh… well grab the camera then.” Val said with a hard nod, getting back into the position with a bit more ease this time. A determined glint in her eyes!
“What for?” Lori inquired with a firmly raised violet brow.
Val grinned back at Lori with competitive resolve. “I can’t have my girlfriend being outmatched. She’ll only have one picture, you’ll have several way better ones!”
Lori shared that glint of determination in her eyes. “See this is why I love you.” She affirmed.
“Love you too! Now hurry up! I'm breaking a sweat keeping this thing up for so long! Pheeeew!” Val hurried her girlfriend, the first trickles of sweat slowly descending down her back from the strange, dumb yet oddly arousing position.
The Raptari Boy
Ri'lael has come far since leaving his home to train as a druid among the Zandalari. Where once he stood as a nameless street urchin, his position has raised at the side of his prelate lover.
Been a little while since I did some troll boy! Wanted to show off his outfit I made for him as well as the lovely tattoo that was commissioned for him by @galtharos. Lemme know what you think on twitter @ValnoressaArt or on my discord in the feedback channel!
Thanks and enjoy!
Ri’lael has come a long way since leaving behind the Echo Isles and his people for the great nation of Zandalar. Where once he stood as a lowly street urchin in Dazar’alor, hassled by the decimated tribes of the Gurubashi and Amani for being Darkspear. He has since raised his position in the Empire’s society through the will of a loa.
Under the loa-bound protection of Jah’lih, a prelate of Rezan, he has flourished. Through this protection he has gained a dear friend, an intimate lover and the means to escape the street urchin life. It has allowed Ri’lael to do the very thing he came to these lands for; to train as a Zandalari druid and learn from the loa of the hunt himself as one of the Raptari.
Ri’lael has settled into his life in Zandalar since journeying to it at only sixteen years of age, he was here long before even the Horde could call them an ally. Now nineteen, he’s seen the best and the worst this land has to offer. Yet he knows in his young heart that at Jah’lih’s side, he’s bound to experience much more than he can possibly imagine.
Warlocked
It’s better to be Penelope’s friend than her enemy. Assumi, a fellow warlock and indulgent woman of pleasures far and wide knows that best as she accepts an invitation from The Baroness.
Just a quick little pin-up without too much going on of my warlock, Penelope and an OC you’re all probably familiar with by now. Shina’s Assumi! I imagined they’d be friends if they ever met so here’s my little head canon for them!
Thanks to Shina for letting me use Assumi~
Penelope tends to entertain all manner of guests in her off-world lair, The Den of Depravity. Anything from mighty demons, noblemen and women, merchant lords and potential business partners have all indulged themselves on her well trained offerings.
From time to time however, she’ll entertain some friends of hers. Those of a mind and skill to use the dark arts of chaos magic and the fel especially. One such guest is a friend of hers by the name of Assumi. The visits from Assumi often occur the same way. There will be copious amounts of wine consumed, indulge her host with a little one on one girl time, sample The Baroness’ many offerings of slaves and perhaps get a little knotty in the kennels with Penelope’s variety of demonic fel stalkers and hounds.
To be a friend to the Baroness is a very nice place to be. So as long as you’re a friend worth having, to her.
The Beauty & The Bull
Val visits a good friend of hers in Highmountain every new blossoming season to collect herbs and connect with her fellow green thumb and nature lover. And there’s a particular wild act they both enjoy!
Val’s been long overdude a big ol’ tauren dicking for a while now. But there’s a twist, this is actually a cute tauren dicking between friends and fellow nature lovers. Had fun making the set and writing the story for this one, I hope you guys enjoy it!
It had been too long since Muata last laid eyes upon this beauty from the neighboring forest of Val’sharah, but the same need brought his buxom bodied friend through his lands once more.
For Muata the foxflower was a beauty of three acts. The flower itself was a precious sight and the adorable foxes of it’s namesake that lingered near beds of it were always a welcome sight. Yet most of all the freshly bloomed Foxflower meant that the kindly herbalist Valnoressa would soon be returning to him to collect what she could.
Their shared love of nature had brought them close over several seasons. For Val it had been a simple and short two day trip into Highmountain to collect herbs and catch up with a fellow green thumb. Yet in the passing of the seasons that two day trip grew into a week long stay with her friend and there was much more to be shared than expertise of herbs.
The sound of hefty grunts, pleasured cries and the dull squishy thump of roughly beaten flesh were what filled the small highmountain home. The air inside the tent was hot and muggy, not least of all because of the rampant interracial lust happening inside.
The reinforced double bed, made for the weight of two full-sized tauren served no such purpose anymore. It was broken clean in half and merely a pile of lumber with some sheets strewn among it.
”By the goddess, yes! Don’t stop, Muata!” The buxom Elf cried out, droplets of sweat trickling down her form as her hefty chest bounced upward with each thrust of the black bull behind her. Each time it bottomed all the way inside, her tummy took on the shape of the flared Tauren cock as it bulged it. A thing too large for an ordinary woman, but she was no ordinary woman.
Muata had no such designs to stopping anytime soon. Not until every last drop in those hefty dark balls of his had been splattered inside or over his dear friend and guest for the week. Truthfully there was little anyone could do when a Tauren was of a mind to breed. Val was very much at his mercy for as long as it lasted and she was positively delighted about it.
The bull lapped his tongue in an affectionate tauren-style kiss across Val’s face and lips, leaving sticky strands of saliva between the elf and his long wet tongue. Val even extended her own to meet his with equal eagerness, it was pretty difficult to kiss a Tauren after all and this was probably the closest either of them could get. The act was different but the intent was the same.
The black bull had all intent to breed, in spite of knowing that the collar would make it impossible. The heat of passion would push him to try all the same. It was simple in his mind after all – if it were his seed that took hold and bypassed the collar then she would surely stay with him and become his wife.
He lay the elf down upon the mat of his humble home, turning her over to face him. His large three pronged palms pushing her thighs up and back to hold her in place for a mating press. He took his mounting position above her and peered down eye to eye with the buxom elf.
“Forgive the discomfort I cause my friend. I must try and I must go deeper than ever before to do so.” He said softly, giving her another affectionate lick across the face.
Val nodded with a kindly smile, approving his intent. She knew full well that it was an attempt in vain, but a dear friend he had been to her for several seasons and she would not deny him the attempt to do the impossible. As her legs spread wider around his massive body and she felt that long shaft push deeper and deeper still inside her, she playfully whispered in the bull’s ear.
”Ash karath, Mellon~” She said in her native tongue, her words clearly spurring him to action as the small home filled once more with the sound of beaten flesh, pleasured cries and grunts. It would be a very active week for the good friends.
Knight & The Cultist
A paladin and knight welcomes the company of an ex-cultist after encountering and almost killing her in the plaguelands. The two hit it off yet they do not realize just how connected they will be.
Always nice to get to do some cute lesbian funtime! And that’s exactly what ya have here with Aveline and Lauren. Two very different people brought together and more connected by someone else than they both yet realize.
Commissioned by: Aveline & Rey
When this day had started, Lauren had not expected to be nearly killed, spared by a follower of the light, offered shelter and a kindly ear to listen to her story. And above all of that she had certainly not expected to be gazing upon that same kindly knight’s impressive physique out of her holy armor.
Their long conversations since their spectacular meeting that morning had changed to softer more personal talks and eventually had evolved into flirting. As often was the case, the flirting had got more frequent and touching soon followed.
Lauren peeked out from behind the changing panels at Aveline before slowly stepping out. Her shoulders drooped and a blush upon her cheeks as her eyes were looking to the ground. She was clad in black lace and it fit her curves well. The white lace clad Aveline raised a brow and smiled.
“Black is definitely your color, dear.” she said with a nod and an unapologetic glance up and down Lauren’s form.
Lauren chuckled shyly, her eyes casting down to the embroidered letter P.B on her lace stockings. “P.B?” She asked in wonderment.
“Ah they belonged to an old friend who no longer stands as such. Besides, they look better on you I’d say. You should keep them.” Aveline complimented, stepping forward towards Lauren.
Lauren smiled and nodded, she wasn’t about to turn down such a luxurious looking gift. Whomever this P.B was, they certainly had expensive tastes. “You’re very kind. Thank you Miss Aveline.” she said appreciatively.
The knight offered her a kind yet suggestive look as she took Lauren’s hand in her own. Her digits slipped between Lauren’s until their palms were flat against one another in an intimate lock.
Lauren’s blush grew deeper as she felt a warm and comforting magical aura emanate from the knight’s palm. It was accompanied by a soft holy golden light between their pressed hands. It washed over her softly, cleansing her body and spirit as her eyes met Aveline’s own.
“Pray, you’ll have to forgive me Lauren.” Ave spoke softly. Her free hand resting on the shorter woman’s hip. “I’ve given you that gift to wear and yet I’ll have to take them off already.” She admitted with a confident smirk. Her thumb slipping into the waistband of the black panties at Lauren's hip.
Lauren bit her bottom lip, her gaze turning away to focus on nothing in particular in the room. Her eyes forced away by the sheer gentle-womanly yet lewdly laced words from Ave. Her Lordaeronian accent sounded tailor made for such intimate situations as each word rolled from her tongue with such grace.
The ex-cultist felt so full of confidence. Like that which emanated from the Knight had somehow passed through to her. She felt so sexy and appreciated, she could feel Ave’s hungry yet controlled gaze tracing her form from head to toe. Their tummies touched and their breasts rose and fell among one another, the larger mounds of the knight overpowering the smaller offering of Lauren.
Ave took the lead, unsurprisingly. She placed soft kisses along Lauren’s jawline before beginning to sink them down her neck, over her breasts and down her tummy as she gracefully lowered herself down. She was hit with a sudden case of deja vu as she peered at the pale lower half clad in those monogram embroidered panties she had gifted to Lauren. For all that two-faced noble had done, she had still been a remarkably unforgettable lover. She half expected to look up and see those green eyes and that smug smiling face telling her to get on with it already.
Alas she peered up and saw the adorable expression of Lauren instead, who looked on expectantly with a deep blush still glowing on her cheeks. Ave smiled smugly herself and gave those lacey panties a firm tug down, pulling them past Lauren’s knees before burying her head between those thighs. Her tongue went directly for the prize as her hands squeezed and groped at the tender girl’s rear.
A sharp gasp and moan of pleasure escaped Lauren’s lips, her hands quickly falling to find support on the top of Ave’s head. Eventually she even dared to lift one of her legs over Ave’s strong shoulder, her calf draped over her strong back as she enjoyed that probing and precise tongue of the knight.
Aveline was glad to see her new friend was coming out of her shell a bit, but she wasn’t about to hand over control to her. A cheeky slap on Lauren’s rear reminded her who was in charge and her whimpered moan from it only fueled the Knight’s passion further.
She stood up quickly, towering over Lauren once more before giving her a firm bump with her chest, sending the cultist tumbling backwards flat onto the bed behind her. Aveline smirked as those puppy eyes peered up at her, all adorable and eager for her. She removed her own bra as she approached the bed with her impressive toned form catching the light of the room.
Both women were more than willingly consigned to a sleepless night of fun. Even with her knightly duties awaiting her in the morning, Aveline would not see this unexpected beauty given anything less than her best in the bedroom. And Lauren was all too eager to share in that display.
Update: Content Removal
An update from about the discord post from last night regarding the upcoming removal of a few certain extreme pieces of art from my personal portfolio on the website. And the reasoning for it!
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UPDATE AUG 1ST 2021: You can grab the removed images here: RemovedContent.Zip
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Hey guys!
Something I’ve been thinking on the past couple years is my older content with more extreme depictions of rape/non-consent. As I’ve grown as an artist and a person since I began way back in 2014, I find myself looking back at the path behind and questioning some of what I made to get to where I am now. I was a far cry from the most extreme dark fetish creator. Hell I’m not even on the radar of some of those creators and what they make - but it's all about what you're comfortable with in the end.
The timing of this may somewhat brow raising to you considering recent events. While this isn’t a cause of the recent lawsuit against Blizz it is somewhat informed by it - but it’s mostly formed from the longtime thoughts of a maturing artist in their early 30’s finding different things that they consider sexy compared to their early 20’s and what’s important to them now.
As a result, on August 1st 2021 I will be removing the more extreme examples of non-consensual content from the gallery of my website and packing them into a zip file for people interested in those old works to download if they so wish. After all, nothing truly gets deleted from the internet so it’s useless to try - but I can choose to display what I wish on my website regardless of that fact because what I display openly represents me and I honestly don’t feel those things represent me.
FAQ on this topic from my Discord feedback channel:
Q: How many images will be removed?
A: I expect no more than between 5-10 will be removed from the gallery.
Q: What does this mean for characters like The Baroness & Mar’gur?
A: Not much really. I’m merely pruning the images that go a bit far in their depiction of certain things. Evil or anti-hero characters like Penelope and Mar’gur will always be the rougher partners and they’re fan favorites.
Q: This seems a little kink shaming? Is it?
A: Absolutely not. I understand the appeal of these darker images (hell I made them, remember?) but in some cases I made them a little too well. They don’t really reflect what I want to be in my visible portfolio of work is all.
Q: Why provide the zip file for them? Why not just delete them entirely if it bugs you?
A: Simply because nothing is truly deleted from the internet. You can use archiving websites or R34 boards to find the images I’m removing more than likely. I can simply zip them up, warn people what they are and let people make a logical decisions about if they want to see them without displaying them.
Q: You’re not becoming PC with your content are you?
A: Nope. I enjoy rough scenes and I enjoy making bondage/sexy slavery scenes. All that stuff will continue. I know the difference between reality and fiction enough to not go overboard with this. Once again, just getting rid of the ones I made that don’t really sit well with me all these years later.
If you have any further questions, direct them to me on my discord or @ValnoressaArt on twitter.
The Morning After
After waking in your inn room in Ul’dah, you discover the adorable Viera dancer ‘Naras’ joined you. You were so drunk the night before, you didn’t even realize you took a cute bunny boy to bed with you!
My first proper(ish) FF14 image! As you probably suspected by his name, Naras is a play on Saran and it even uses his wow model as a base mixed with FF14 assets. I’m very pleased with this overall and while I know FF14
You find yourself shaken awake by soft hands on your chest, your waking vision blurred but quickly focusing on the delicate features of a Viera peering down at you. Your head aches and your mouth feels dry – the familiar symptoms of a very alcohol filled previous night and not a feeling strange to you. With the waking world now coming into focus, you finally pay attention to what the Viera is talking to you about.
“Hey! you listening? I think you’re laying on my tomestone.” The gentle voiced Viera says.
You sluggishly roll to the side a little and feel around under you. You do indeed find your morning buddy’s tomestone. It’s a little warm from your body but it appears unbroken thankfully. You sit up and hand it to the Viera, your eyes noticing something off.
“Thankyoo! Was gonna slip out before you woke but yeah, couldn’t leave without this!” They say with a kindly smile on their beautiful face, tapping and swiping away at the device.
Your attention is firmly between their legs at an appendage you did not expect to see. You rub at your eyes and indeed discover that this Viera is a male. You confront him about this, explaining that you thought he was a woman of his kind.
“Oh? Yeah you did drink a lot last night. You were so flirty and eager, couldn’t keep your hands off me the whole evening at the Quicksand.” He explained, rubbing the back of his head with a chuckle. “You were pretty enthralled by my dancing and you were trying to undress me right there in the establishment. That was until Momodi dinged your head with an apple and gave you quite the telling off.” He added with a very amused laugh.
You blink a little, rubbing your alcohol fueled (or perhaps apple throwing Momodi induced) morning headache as you eye the bunny boy again. In spite of never having been one to swing that way, you can’t deny that this particular fella is pretty and ain’t exactly a picture of masculinity. He’s cute and sexy - if ever there was a man to lay with this would probably have been your choice. He seems a little nervous about you being too drunk to notice what he was, but you explain that you’re not upset and ask him if he had fun.
“Oh definitely. You did too, handsome.” He nodded enthusiastically. His cute, fluffy and long black ears wobbling as he did. “I must say most guys don’t go down on me, but you were so enthusiastic about it!” He nods.
You blink again. Your eyes shifting down the bunny boy’s delicate form to his average sized pecker. You’re suddenly aware of a taste in the back of your throat and on your tongue. Judging by how very pleased he is, you can surmise that he’s telling the truth - yet you feel compelled to ask him if it’s true anyway.
“Oh yes you were quite adamant about doing it. You said something to the effect of wanting to taste my bunny boy carrot.” He said with a chuckle, resting his chin on your thigh and looking up at you with those big purple eyes. “I returned the favor of course. Needless to say I had the bigger portion and mouthful to deal with out of the both of us.”
You smile in return, patting his head and even stroking the base of his long ear a little. You had always been very proud of how endowed you were down there, it was oddly even more confidence boosting from this fella.
With the clarity of a new day and all things considered, you seemingly don’t regret your drunken foray with one of these rarely seen Viera boys. You realize that you don’t know this cute bunny’s name and ask it.
“Oh, I’m Naras. I already caught your name, but I didn’t expect you to remember mine after how hammered you were.” He chuckled again.
You gently cup Naras’ cheek and run your thumb over that soft pretty face of his. He appears to like the attention. You gently tug the sheets away from your lower half, allowing your cock to spring free near his waiting face. He blushes as your rock hard shaft boops him on his nose. You ask if he’ll help you jog your memory about last night’s activities.
He wraps his dainty soft palm around the base of your cock tenderly, shifting his upper body to lean over towards it. “Well it would be a shame if only I got to remember just how much fun we had.” He admits, kissing the tip of your shaft with those soft lips. “You’ve convinced me! Lets stay in bed all day and have lots of sex, okay?” He nods firmly, plunging his lips down your pulsing shaft before you can answer.
You thank the twelve as you discover the ultimate hangover cure. Sex with bunny boys!
You stroke Naras’ head and ears again, smiling as you call him a good boy. It was going to be a good day.
Mutual Strength
What happens when a strong dominant woman meets another? Gara'ha answers the summons of The Baroness but the Orc doesn't realize that Penelope never plays fair in her challenges.
What happens when two doms encounter one another? Well they battle out to see who’s the strongest of course. Hope ya like this latest piece featuring Penelope and Pride’s Orc OC, Gara’ha. Enjoy!
Commissioned by: Pride
Penelope’s emerald eyes were fixed firmly on the brown skinned Orc as she cleaved and cut through enemy after enemy in the Theater of Pain. Her impressive form caught the light and was misted with sweat as she felled foe after foe to the cheers of the crowd.
A mischievous smirk formed on her lips as her intentions began to form in her head. She had seen enough, such a wonderful specimen required a more personal and intimate inspection. She raised from her seat in the private viewing box to take her leave, but not before stopping to speak to one of her followers.
“Have that beast brought to my chambers.” She gestured to the Orc down in the arena. “I would measure her worth first hand.”
Penelope eyed the lumbering Orc woman as she entered her private chambers, flanked by two guards. She gestured the unnecessary and frankly ineffective guards away and settled her emerald gaze upon her guest. “Welcome, Gara’ha.” She said in her velvety voice, eyeing her impressive form.
Gara’ha grunted in response, peering around the strangely decorated room. A strong aura of fel clinging to everything in this place, but most of it coming from the human herself. She sat there in her silken robes, a smooth and inviting thigh poking out from the gap at the front. A welcoming sight indeed. “You summoned me, Baroness. What reason brings you to call upon me and take me from my glory in the theater? Your minions would not even let me away to bathe.” Gara’ha inquired, wiping her nose on her forearm like an ill mannered brute.
The Baroness stood elegantly and began to approach her. Her lounging robes were slightly open at the front and perfectly traced her beautiful form as she walked towards the Orc. If it wasn’t obvious to Gara’ha before that her host was naked under that silk robe, it certainly was now.
“A selfish request of mine, I wished for you to remain unwashed.” Penelope admitted, circling around the Orc as she lightly moved her hand over the still moist flesh of her brutish guest. Her fingers traced the dips and rises of her rock hard abs as she passed around her. “I wanted you fresh from battle, the blood of those weaker than you still fresh upon you. That scent, the one eminating from you after having killed so many.” She added, biting her lip as she enjoyed the Orc’s smell.
“You favor me then, Baroness. I’m no fool though, I’ve no interest in being at the beck and call of some noble human with immense power.” She replied, her eyes drifting to those soft patches of skin she could see through the silk robes. “I have seen how you treat your slaves and I would not count myself among them.” She said firmly.
“Nor would I have it so. A beast of such strength, capable of taking so many lives of those weaker and pathetic.” Penelope assured, continuing as she let a shoulder of her robe slip down her arm. Revealing more of her beautiful unblemished form. “I would have you inside me, Orc. As an equal of great strength. With perhaps a little wager to make it interesting.” She smiled.
Gara’ha let one of her large thick fingers glide over Penelope’s naked shoulder. Clearly quite agreeable to such a captivating woman with a rare offer. “And what would this wager entail?” She inquired.
“If I make you climax first, you’ll fight for me in the Theater of Pain under my banner and house and pledge honor to me with a salute before and after every battle.” She began, weighing her end of the bargain before continuing. “If you make me climax first, however. I shall swallow my pride and surrender myself to you for a single night for you to use me like a common tavern whore as roughly as you desire.” She finished, making the Orc’s reward sound much more enticing.
“I have never turned down a challenge, Baroness. I will not do so now.” Gara’ha assured the human as she began to peel her battle wear from her form. Her huge brown cock appeared from under her loincloth as she tugged it away and headed towards a comfortable surface. “Shall we then?” she said with a smile, eager to start.
The Baroness smiled smugly to herself. Where a normal woman would gaze upon such a frighteningly large woman and tighten her legs together at the sight of such a massive endowment. She pushed the other shoulder from her robes away and turned to join her. Her beautiful form was on full display as she approached the Orc.
“Yes, we shall.” She said confidently. That smug look ever hanging on her attractive features as a wave of her hand dimmed the lighting in the room.
Gara eyed the most comfortable thing in the chambers, naturally Penelope would have a bed of great comfort even in a place as lacking in comforts like Maldraxxus. She was entirely nude by the time she reached it, dropping her armor to the floor carelessly as she went before falling backwards onto the puffy and soft bed with a grin in Penelope’s direction.
The Baroness elegantly approached her bed where the Orc lay waiting, her cock already excitable and firm at the Human’s shapely pale body. “There was one thing I forgot to mention however.” Penelope remarked.
“What’s that, sweet cheeks?” The Orc said with a hungry lick of her lips and tusks at the sight before her.
“To remove the muzzle of a rabid dog is to invite being bitten. So…” Penelope spoke, waving her hand across the Orc. The fel green glow was soft and it spurred the nearby chains around the room to fly towards Gara. Wrapping around her wrists and ankles with a firm pull reinforced by magic beyond even such a mighty Orc’s strength.
“I would not have you unchained, beast. At least not ahead of seeing who wins our little wager.” Penelope said with that smug look of hers. “You creatures always did suit this kind of jewelry best.” She added with a chuckle. Tapping the chains that had even wrapped around the base of Gara’s cock.
Gara’ha pulled at the chains fruitlessly. They were no ordinary chains for her to break effortlessly from, she had let the allure of the Baroness catch her off guard and was now at a disadvantage in their little wager. She growled angrily and wore a snarl aimed at the smug noblewoman. “You best hope I don’t win this wager, human. I intend to ruin you for all who come after if I do.” She threatened, her teeth bared.
“We’ll see.” Penelope confidently retorted, lowering herself down onto the Orc’s rock hard shaft.
The challenge of strength had begun.
The Record
Finally a moment as a couple away from the cruel Baroness. Rae and Saran enjoy a night of romance and even attempt to break a record they set back in their prison days. But are they truly safe?
A commission for 8bit of their OC Llyrae and her boyfriend (my oc) Saran! I dunno about you guys but there just ain’t enough dom female and sub femboy stuff around. So that’s sorta why this pairing exists at all. Either way I hope you and 8bit enjoy this little pin-up of a cute couple! And don’t worry fellas, Saran may have a girlfriend but he’s still going to be enjoying the company of men!
Commissioned By: 8Bit
Saran was no handsome burly man, nor was he the type of fella that Rae ever imagined herself being romantically involved with. Yet she had accepted life threw it’s curve balls and one of them was that delicate Elf boy for whom she had grown so fond of.
She ran her fingers through his violet silky hair as she leaned against the table in the lounge of their Bridgeport home. What he packed in his snug fitting pants was far from adequate in fully pleasuring someone like Rae, a woman of Kul Tiras who had experienced much more grand offerings from even just the local men that made her boyfriend’s pecker seem miniature by comparison.
Yet it didn’t matter. They shared a special bond friends, colleagues and most of all as lovers. The bond they shared started back in that prison cell where they first met and had carried out past it’s walls in the world. No matter what dangerous mission they took, what villain crossed them or whatever partners they bedded – he was her boy and she was his mommy. Not by blood or by certificate - but by a feeling of shared experience, of mentorship and one of deep lust.
She wrapped her legs around him, her thighs gently squeezing his hips as they curved around to lock him in her grasp. Her hands sliding through the gap between his arms and body to lay a tender touch upon him. Her fingers gently pulling his hips backwards to bury her strap-on in that shapely backside of his - as deep as she could get.
“Ready to cum for me again, lover boy?” Rae spoke softly as her head leaned in over his shoulder. Her breasts pressed against Saran’s back as she gripped his cock at the base and began to stroke it. She wanted to hear his gentle voice in pleasure once more and she didn’t have to jerk him for too long to hear it.
“R-Rae.. you’ve made me cum three times already. Perhaps we should switch?” He moaned softly, the evidence of his previous climaxes on his chest, tummy and thighs.
“Remember that night back in prison? When I made you cum six times?” She asked, kissing him on his shoulder and then on his cheek before whispering softly in his ear. “Lets break the record tonight, baby.” She added.
She need not ask as he did indeed remember it. It was hard not to. His cock had ached for days after and he had learned just how insatiable his cellmate and future girlfriend was. He couldn’t deny that it had been just as fun as it had been exhausting. He opened his mouth to reply but only a soft moan escaped from the jerking of his cock by her hand.
“I’ll take that as a yes!” She chuckled, turning his head to press her lips against his for a kiss. They both moaned softly as their tongues battled one another across the threshold of their lips. Rae didn’t let up on Saran’s cock the whole time either, she jerked it expertly in her soft palm.
Rae broke the kiss first, a long strand of saliva extending between their lips before it snapped between them. She moved her lips to Saran’s pointy ear and whispered softly. “If we don’t break the record I’ll have to put you over my knee, darling~.” Rae said with a cheeky little click of his sensitive earlobe.
“A-ah... Yes mommy.” Saran replied, blushing adorably at his girlfriend’s sexy ultimatum.
Epilogue
The hooded figure peered through the small window, a smile forming on her lips as they settled their gaze on the sight inside. A human man stood beside her, he too was shrouded by a hood.
“I found them as you ordered, my Baroness. They thought sea priest magic could hide them.” He affirmed. His voice did not fit his appearance however, it was distorted and his eyes glowed a spooky green. He was most certainly a demon in illusion.
“Good. How utterly foolish to think they could shield themselves from my power with such a pitiful ward. I’ll have to whip Rae extra for her insult.” She spoke firmly. Her emerald eyes settled on the pair kissing, holding hands and embracing one another in a tender loving manner. They looked good together, even she could admire that.
“Shall I take them, my lady?” The shapeshifted demon asked.
The Baroness watched for a moment longer, her studying eyes lingering on the pair as the sinister and often cruel thoughts worked something into formulation “No, we’ll take them back another day. We’ll let them enjoy this for now.” She said, moving from the window to turn, her long black cloak billowing in the Kul Tiran wind.
The demon looked confused, yet she gave the orders and he merely acted upon them. Such was his loyalty yet he wished to know her mind on the matter. “May I ask why, my lady?” He asked - choosing both his words and the manner in which he delivered them with great care.
“I have plans for those two.” She said with a smirk, waving a hand to summon a swirling green portal just ahead of her. “For now, shadow them and keep an eye on them. Do not let them notice you.” She ordered, a hand gently carressing the demon’s cheek as she stepped through the portal, disappearing from the demon’s sight.
The demon turned to peer at the window with a nod, speaking quietly to himself. “Your will, my hands. My lady.”
Elven Cake
Doting girlfriend Val prepares some cake for her mighty Warden girlfriend, Lori. Yet while both have a sweet tooth, Lori will no doubt have her eyes on a bigger portion of cake Val has on offer.
Been wanting to do a pin-up of Val again for quite sometime so here she is! In all her phat elf booty glory. Hope ya like it. Was fun to work on and it’s been an idea that I’ve had stuck in my head for a long time.
Now dating her best friend turned girlfriend, Val has leaned into the role of doting girlfriend with much enthusiasm. She sells her herbs, medicine and potions while Loriandra serves as one of the mighty Warden. Yet at the end of the day whenever they can, they’ll always sit down for a home-cooked dinner made by Val and eventually cuddle.
On particularly good days, Lori gets to come home to sights like Val in just an apron with something to satisfy her sweet tooth. Today it’s cake, yet Lori no doubt has her eyes on a bigger portion of Val’s cake!
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