Orcmeat
Val encounters @PrideOfOrcs on her most recent crossing of the Barrens. Gara'ha can't resist but find out for herself why she's a favorite of all Orcs.
Somehow Val has managed to avoid a good fuggin from Gara’ha all this time! That ends today though with this commission that I enjoyed doing. Hope you enjoy it too!
Commissioned by: @PrideOfOrcs
Normally her trips across the Barrens since the end of the fourth war have been uneventful and relatively safe. However, Val runs into Gara’ha on her latest mission of aid and quickly finds herself in a familiar predicament with an Orc of questionable morals.
“Imagine my surprise when I find the rumors of a beautiful Kaldorei walking across the Barrens alone are indeed true. I should have guessed it’d be –you-, Valnoressa.” Gara’ha grinned, her arms folded across her chest as she stood in Val’s path.
Val shook her head beneath her hood. “You’re mistaken, I’m not who you think I am.” She assured.
“Don’t take me for a fool, She-Elf. Faded as it may be, you carry that slave brand on your arm and the collar of legend sits around your neck, hide it as you may. Not to mention those wide shapely hips and and that fat ass of yours, not exactly common features on your kind.” Gara’ha said as she approached. That grin getting comfortable on her curled lips as she observed that scantily clad, loincloth wearing and so very appealing form up close.
Val blinked, peering down at her indeed wide hips and back over her shoulder at the large wagon she was dragging. She had definitely gotten shapely over the years, though it wasn’t entirely her fault. She suspected the collar had no small amount of a role in that with it’s magical manipulations.
Gara’ha approached, her palm reaching out to give a cheeky squeeze to the cute small pouch of belly fat on Val’s tummy. An uncommon feature on an Elven woman who preferred to be lithe, athletic and toned. Much like her girlfriend.
“My kind had a name for you during your slave days, did they not?” the Orc inquired, though it was clear she knew the answer already. “Orcmeat they called you. There was no greater a set of Elven holes for an Orc’s cock to feel the squeeze of than yours, they said.” Gara’ha recalled as she began to remove her own loincloth, eventually letting it fall away to the ground as she stood proudly before Val, her cock freed, semi-erect and still massive in spite of this.
Val’s brow raised as the large shaft sprung upward at full mast, the head poking into her tummy.
”When I’ve had my fill, I’ll let you go. In fact I’ll escort you the rest of the way to your destination. You might have some trouble walking after all.” The muscular Orc woman grinned again, giving Val’s tummy a couple of pokes with her cock as she casually attached one end of a long silver chain to the Elf’s legendary collar.
”Wh-… why are you chaining me?” Val blinked again as the familiar weight of captivity tugged on her collar. “You said you’d let me go when you’ve had your fill of me.”
”Yeah it’ll take a few days, Orcmeat. I’m sure you understand. This is a rare opportunity! My ancestors would frown upon me if I did not seize it to the fullest and I can’t have you sneaking off when I’m sleeping.” Gara’ha nodded firmly as she wrapped the chain around her forearm.
”A few days!? How many!” Val exclaimed.
”Oh just six or seven days. No biggie. Fourteen if your ass is as good as the stories say.” Gara’ha nodded sagely again, licking her lips mischievously as she peered down at the smaller yet so enticingly thick Elf. She had truely been blessed this day!
New OC Spotlight: Zozu!
Meet Zozu! The result of my work to make my own cute Orc male OC. I’m pretty pleased with how he turned out and I think some of you will be too! Check the post for more info about him!
Sometime ago I tasked myself with making a cute male Orc character and after some experimenting I finally ended up with this lovely fellow. Meet Zozu! You can find some info about him below should you care about that sort of thing! otherwise look forward to seeing him in some future projects!
Name: Zohlzu ‘Zozu’ Warbane
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Eyes: Red
Sexuality: Bisexual
Sexual Role: Switch
Body Type: Twink/Androgynous
Home: Durotar
A young Orc male who embodies the bold new direction of the modern Horde in peacetime. In spite of this though, he applies himself to the training of fighting and self betterment. Inspired by the glory commanded by his famous gladiator aunt, Mar’gur Warbane - Zozu hopes to one day surpass her skill should peace fail and a call to arms be required for young members of the Horde.
While not exclusively together, Zozu is close to his mentor R’hamok. An older Orc veteran who instructs him in combat and tutors him more imporantly to grow his knowledge of the world and peace as well. The pair have even grown close in a sexual manner. Zozu respects nobody more than his mentor and strives daily to make him proud.
In combat, Zozu uses speed over brute force. Wielding his axes akimbo to deadly effect whenever the need arises. He dabbles in some adventuring but mostly only finds himself taking on lower tier quests to kill murloc or kobold pests as he is still in training.
His best friends are a young Darkspear named Ri’lael and a Ren’dorei named Saran. The pair live far apart but will meet monthly when they can to exchange stories and enjoy each other’s company!
Proud-no-moore (Remake)
Jaina endures the lust of the Poundflesh clan and their Warlord leader Mar’gur to secure the freedom of her people! At least that’s what Mar’gur said would happen…
Here’s a remake of an older image I did in 2015 with a fun twist! That old image which you can find here was a favorite of mine so it was fun getting to go back and re-imagine it with what I know now. Whaddya think? Turn out well?
Captured by Warlord Mar’gur and the Poundflesh Clan. Her group of mighty ex-gladiators of the arena. Jaina finds herself to be an irresistible trophy wife of the warlord and her followers. If she wants to secure the freedom of the other human captives of Stormsong, Jaina must serve Mar’gur and endure her clan’s combined lust willingly for one whole month.
If she endures, she’ll set them free.
Maybe.
The Price of Escape
Saran and Rae find themselves back at the punishing hand of their shared mistress after a failed escape attempt! She won’t let them off easy for it.
Been a little slow this month but for good reasons with wanting to spend more time with my girlfriend and indulge some personal things. However the art must go on! So here’s a commission I did for 8Bit featuring their OC and her boyfriend Saran. Recaptured and punished on show for all her demon underlings!
Commissioned By: 8Bit
After a daring escape, Saran and Rae thought themselves finally free of The Baroness. Alas, they discovered that she is not so easily given the slip and before long they found themselves within her grasp once more.
Now back on her off-world lair, the pair endure days of punishment, humiliation and provide lewd entertainment for their shared mistress.
You can run from The Baroness but you cannot hide from her.
Lori & The Leafwhispers
Loriandra has known the comfort of not just her girlfriend, but her girlfriend's mother too! Such is the kinship and openness of Kaldorei society.
Bit of a slow month for me in terms of releases, something I intend to remedy next month with more. Thanks for staying patient with me. I’ve done a ton of Night Elf stuff lately so I’m going to try and switch it up to some other races where I can. Also got plans for some more Jaina, Baroness and more!
Commissioned by: Loriandra
The mating habits of Kaldorei are strange and unusual to other races, especially Humans and their standards. A race mostly tied to the idea of single partners and seeing those who seek more than one as deviants those on the fringe of civilized society.
Yet in Kaldorei society, ones heart may belong to one other - yet lust and passion are fully allowed to be shared among others. Passion and unity among the strong kinship of Elves allows them a freedom that humans simply cannot fathom. In Loriandra’s case, she is closely tied to the Leafwhisper family by a bond of love with Valnoressa.
Yet while one night she may make vigorous passionate love to her girlfriend, on another she will find herself entertaining the desires of the Warden Mother, Val’s actual mother; Aethera. She had even lay with Val’s brother Kalli while they were growing up more than a few times. The Lerathil and Leafwhisper families have been intertwined in such ways for centuries and it looks as if it is set to continue for centuries more!
Strength & On Her
Jaina gives her beloved some girlfriendly company in the gym as Tyrande forges her impeccable form towards the goal of hunting the Banshee.
I love making art of this little shipping of mine. Jaina & Tyrande may not be together in the lore but they are in MY lore! I hope you like it too. More art coming real soon and some of it has Jaina!
Jaina could find Tyrande in the gym she had requisitioned for her beloved. A private place of solitude beneath Proudmoore Keep for her to hone her body and might for the battles ahead and the hunt of the wicked Banshee. Yet on some days she would join her in the gym, watching quietly or giving her silent company as she leafed through a tome for whatever form of research she was doing.
Tyrande had wondered why she would quietly join her, yet had not asked her why as of yet. Today though, upon seeing Jaina enter with a new book in hand to join her, she couldn’t go any longer without sating her curiosity.
“Surely there is somewhere else you’d rather read, my love? Not that I am adverse to your company. You enjoy reading on the benches in the maze or with a view of Boralus. Why here with me in this dark and vista-less room?” Tyrande inquired.
She peered across at the beautiful human of whom she intended to make her wife someday, lifting one of her weights in a repeated motion as she sat on a bench. Her muscular arm tensing and retracting with each lift of the hand-weight she held.
Jaina’s eyes flicked up from the page, offering her a kindly smile. “You come here to make yourself a weapon of vengeance, my dear. A weapon is without remorse and love, it takes life and gives none. I come here to remind you that you aren’t a remorseless weapon, to have you see me and know that you are loved.”
Tyrande’s arm stopped mid pump, her blue luminous gaze peering slightly wider at the human. Speechless at first. She opened her mouth to respond but had nothing to immediately reply to that with.
“I have no doubt you will hunt the banshee and bring her to justice. Yet I would not have you lose yourself and what you hold dear in the process. Grow stronger in body and in heart equally, ‘Rande.” Jaina concluded, smiling warmly at the Elf.
Tyrande nodded, there was little she could say back to that. The comfort of knowing that she had someone who cared that much would keep her heart free of blackened hate, of becoming like the banshee she hunted. “Thank you, Jaina.” She simply replied, her arm beginning to move once more.
There was a comfortable silence between them. Where the only sound in the room was the flicker of the candles, the clink and clatter of Tyrande’s weights being lifted and shifting of parchment as Jaina turned the pages. However, the Lord Admiral’s voice broke that silence with a follow up remark. “Besides, there is an impressive view before me. A veritable vista all in itself.”
Tyrande’s own lips curled into a smile, her head turning to give her beloved a different kind of a gaze, one that usually preceded bedroom antics. “Perhaps you’d enjoy a closer look.” She suggested, an inviting tone to her words.
“Perhaps I would.” The human agreed, thumping her tome shut within her palm, a billow of dust puffing into the air as she set it beside her. She stood up and headed towards her, leaving her clothes trailing along the distance between them as she closed the distance and entered into the arms of her lover.
”Perhaps a workout for me is in order too.” Jaina slyly remarked before melting into Tyrande’s embrace with an impassioned kiss.
The Warden Mother II
Aethera shows yet another young man why they call her the Pelvis Crusher as she spends a night with Kalec.
Everyone seems to like Val’s dommy muscular mommy, Aethera. So I figured I’d get her into some art again sooner rather than later with a friend of mine’s OC. So thanks to MrSunwhisper for both his help with sculpting all these lovely muscle elves you’ve been getting of late and for letting Aethera turn his OC’s pelvis to dust. SNU SNU!
Kalec shifted upon the cushioned bed he had been laid back upon and drew in a deep breath to steady himself and focus. The sweet scent of incense and sweat filled his mind but did little to take away from what had him trying to maintain it.
His pelvis ached and the reason for that ache looked down at him with a fierce lust written upon her features. Lady Aethera Leafwhisper, the Warden Mother…that woman was insatiable and they had been at it for two hours already – with no signs of stopping.
He could only lay where he was and peer up at the unit of a Kaldorei woman, her palms firmly gripping his ankles as she thrust her wide hips aggressively down onto his cock. He might have been the man as they lay with each other, but she was the one in control.
“I like you Kalec, you’re a strong one.” Aethera commented approvingly. “A man who submits himself to the will of a stronger woman is a true man of strength in my eyes.” She said with a nod as her luminous eyes drank in the sight of that handsome Sin’dorei’s features.
“Nngh... you’re quite a woman. Lady Aethera. Though a short break wouldn’t go amiss.” Kalec replied, letting out a slight breath of relief as she slowed to a stop yet never removed herself from his cock. The iron like grip of her nethers on his cock mercifully loosened too.
“A few minutes, then we continue.” The Warden Mother said firmly, her impressive form trickling with sweat as she took the chance to regain her stamina as well.
“I certainly see now why you made absolutely sure I wanted this. Kaldorei women of the younger generation are much less... vigorous in the bedroom.” He said, choosing his words carefully as he peered up at her scarred and strong form. Her body a tapestry of wars and battles fresh and old, yet she wore each mark with pride.
To think that there were scars upon this woman that were thousands of his life-span old was a sobering thought. That she could still enjoy such things even after the passing of millennia was a testament to her and that she could find enjoyment with him was an honor indeed. He wondered if she’d remember this night thousands of years from now as fondly as he would for the rest of his days, he certainly hoped so.
“Before we joined the wider world, this was quite commonplace in our society. Less so now with the younger ones, but us older owls still practice it well.” She nodded. “Though I too have updated with the times. I no longer limit myself to just Kaldorei men, as you’re very aware now.” She winked slyly.
He smiled, gently rubbing her toned thick thighs that pressed against the back of his own. “Then I consider myself fortunate and I shall not soon forget this encounter, Lady Aethera. You are truly among the most beautiful women I’ve laid eyes upon.” Kalec remarked with his usual charm.
She offered him an appreciative nod and smile. “You are kind and carry a tongue of silver, Kalec. Alas, I do not need your words now. I will have your cock and the seed you carry between your legs. Every drop.” Aethera firmly stated, her strong palms gripping his ankles again as she drove her hips deeply into eager hefty thrusts once more. “No more breaks. You’re mine until dawn greets us.”
What respite there had been was now over and Kalec’s hold upon her thighs tightened as the ache that had only slightly dulled started to return – yet it returned hand in hand with the practiced squeeze and incredible pleasure of a woman like her upon his manhood.
He drew in another breath and sat up slightly so that he could get just a little closer in a show of his eagerness before he replied, “As you command, my lady.” Surrendering himself to the experience of the much older yet stunningly beautiful woman. The pain of his poor pelvis would fade in time, yet the memory of Aethera would not.
Goblins Lay Her
Val’s become a big hero in a Goblin town that she helped in their time of need. Three goblins in particular are very thankful!
Pretty sure I’ve never had Val get gobbo’d by some goblins so I really wanted to do that. Thought it might be cute if they were big fans of her after being rescued by her so there’s that too. I hope you like how this one turned out! I’ve enjoyed getting more lewd art of my main OC out lately :)
Val hadn’t expected to stay in Ratchet more than a week, but the town had been far harder hit by a natural disaster than she had expected. With other world events taking much needed healers to far reaches of the world, only she could help them and she wouldn’t leave them until it was appropriate to do so.
The locals loved her and were extremely thankful. Being a mostly goblin town she stood out a fair bit, but that just made it easier for the locals to find her when they needed healing or assistance. Figuring she’d be staying here for a little while, they even took time out of their own repairs to build their kindly hero a simple and cozy tent-home on the edge of the town. She had assured them they didn’t need to but they insisted.
Three Goblins by the names of Nez, Dax and Roz were particularly large advocates of Val. They had all been rescued from the rubble of their buildings by her and then healed of all injury. More than that though, they had all been in love with her since it happened. Dax swears he saw big beautiful angelic wings sprouting from her back as she stood over him in the rubble of his home, her druidic vines and roots peeling back the wood and stone to free him. Alas it had been in his head, as he had been hit pretty hard on it by a piece of falling lumber in the chaos. Yet the striking image remained with him.
Having spent the past two weeks competing with one another for her affection, the three have shown up at her tent with an ultimatum for her to choose one of them. They had given her gifts, wrote poetry and given her their best pick-up lines all without ever allowing her to tell them that she was already in a relationship. Something they’d only now learn, much to their dismay.
As she looked at their disappointed and contemplative faces sitting in a line before her, she couldn’t help but find them sweet. They had been a tad overeager but also perfect gentlemen in their pursuit of her affection. She couldn’t offer them romance but she could offer them fun.
The three peered up at her as she suddenly stood up, expecting her to ask them to leave they instead collectively raised their brows as she began to undress. As the garments pulled away, they were all three staring up at her shapely naked form looming over them as her kind eyes drifted down to them.
”You three are welcome to stay the night if you like. I can’t be your wife or girlfriend, but we can have fun together… provided you three can get along and don’t mind sharing.” She said, folding her arms under her motherly chest, the mounds wobbling as they rest on her forearms - much to the amazement of her goblin on-lookers.
If the three could agree on anything it was that they could put aside their love rivalry for this shining moment. They nodded sagely at one another, practically tore their own clothes off and lept at their Elven sweetheart. And while things had got under way right there on the floor of her home away from home, Val was entirely unaware that a new rivalry had formed almost immediately. One that would last all night and entirely revolve around Nez, Dax and Roz competing to pleasure her the most.
Val had drastically underestimated her Goblin chasers bedroom skills much to her surprise. She hadn’t expected some of the best sex of her young life to be with Goblins.
Can't See The Haters
Ri’lael sends his friend Saran a picture of his boyfriend’s package to prove how big it is. But invites only more chaos!
Here’s a little special thing I made for a friend. He suggested the idea and I couldn’t resist, especially when he’s been such a good friend, customer and supporter! There be gay things on the horizon friends. And boi butts aplenty.
Jah’lih knew that Elf boy Saran would be a bad influence on Ri’lael and he’s been seeing it more as their admittedly well suited… …if bratty and troublesome friendship has continued. Since getting himself a Gnomunicator at Saran’s recommendation, Ri’lael has been obsessed with taking pictures all the time.
Of late, the pictures have been getting more risque too. Having stumbled upon his Darkspear lover taking pictures of himself in naughty outfits, no clothes at all and very questionable poses that leave little to the imagination! Now he’s even involving Jah’lih in his new obsession!
The older more traditional Zandalari doesn’t quite get all this Elven nonsense that his boy is involved in, try as he might. And even if it is troublesome and coming from that darn Elf friend of his… he can’t deny Ri’lael his fun. At least not until the brat finds a way to cause greater trouble with it.
What Jah’lih doesn’t know is that upon seeing this image, he and Ri’lael both will have invited a very lusty Elf upon themselves in the future.
Birthday Cake
Lunalae crashes Val’s birthday party pretty late into the evening, but she does manage to get some cake in the end!
Heeeeeeeey it’s my birthday today! So here’s a giveaway image I ran last month for someone to get a free pairing up with Val and her big fat elf booty on their OCs face. The best kind of birthday cake! Anyway hope you like and happy birthday to me I guess!
Giveaway Winner: Lunalae/Spitfire
With Lori away on an assignment for the Wardens, Val has to throw a birthday party with the help of some other friends. Before long though, her little birthday get together between some friends has snowballed into a full blown house party at her home in the middle of Val’sharah forest. Friends invite friends and before long there’s a lot of people Val doesn’t even known herself at her birthday party!
Thing eventually die down after midnight and the guests start taking their leave. Well most of them do anyway. An uninvited party-crasher known as Lunalae. The Draenei was most upset to find there was no cake left by the time she got to the party earlier in the evening.
Ever the kind host, even to a stranger and for her own birthday party, Val invites the well endowed goat woman into the bedroom. Her intent to allow that strapping Draenei woman get a big face full of cake all to herself! Yum!
Zugged
Valnoressa visits some Orcish friends to be the centerpiece of a very long overdue Orc gangbang.
What can I say? Val getting a long overdue zugging from male Orcs.
Val is in a very happy romantic relationship with her girlfriend Lori, yet the pair of them are very sexually open and encourage each other to have fun with other people regularly. As incredible as her lover is in the bedroom, Val has always been partial to being the centerpiece of an Orcish gangbang.
The wild, beastly and brutish fucking of a group of horny Orcs is something one has to experience to understand. Though Val isn’t terribly keen to get herself captured, end up in a cell or find herself back in a goblin slave market again to scratch her Orcish itch. Thankfully she doesn’t need to.
The Blackrock Merc Company are good friends of hers and they’ve worked with her to protect her shipments of medicinal herbs to various places of needs. After which she’ll reward them with a bonus of a multi-day shagging when the goods and she arrives safely.
Val has no jobs save for one as she makes the trip to their headquarters in the Burning Steppes. Her very important aid mission this time: Zug her good!
Lust is in the Air
Lauren and The Baroness enjoy the romantic festivities together with the Handmaiden putting her tongue to work!
Happy Valentines Day! Here’s a very odd yet no less romantic pairing with The Baroness and her favored Handmaiden Lauren. Yes indeed, my friends. Even Penelope Brightwood is capable of gentle romance and tenderness with someone. I decided to go for a lovely PoV shot as female lesbian PoV just isn’t common enough.
Anyway, even if your lover this day is your hand or the max setting on your hitachi magic wand. I think we can all enjoy a good bit of lesbian taco-time between a mistress and her pet, hm?
Credits & Thanks: Rey (Lauren OC Owner)
Lauren would be hard pressed to find someone who’d believe her, but she knew better than most of the rarely seen gentle and romantic side of The Baroness. As her only personal handmaiden, raised from the lowly position of common slave, she had seen much more of that terrifying yet stunning woman than most.
She has shared in her thoughts and exchanged them, even lending some perspective of her own from time to time – albeit with careful footing to her words and much respect. A surprising place to be for one who had attempted to take her would be mistress’s life upon their first encounter.
Yet here she was upon the bed where The Baroness sleeps. Sharing in her lust, comforts and luxuries as she peered up at her beloved mistress between the soft squeeze of her lacey stocking clad thighs. Her lips firmly placed against Penelope’s nethers as she rolled and twirled her tongue in and around her perfect pussy. She was even free to take initiative in how she pleasured her mistress, something not afforded her common slaves who were only to do as they were told.
Lauren’s palms would climb higher to gently fondle and squeeze at Penelope’s breasts and tease at her nipples. It was exhilarating to say the least. To see those luminous emerald eyes look down at her as she did things nobody else could. She imagined it must be what stroking the fur of a wild lioness must be like. Ever fearful that the next stroke could be the one where the beast takes your arm.
Yet even though she was doing these things, she was ever aware of the invisible leash between them that Penelope held. She had more freedom as her mistress’s favorite, but it was never in question who was in control between them.
Lauren’s tongue and lips found their way to the very thighs of her mistress too. Showering them with kisses and worship as those wonderful warm mounds enveloped her face, squishing her cheeks between the vice of that six and half foot beautiful woman. If they decided to close fully and choke the life from her, that was an end Lauren could take pride in.
She felt the hand of her mistress settle upon her head, a gentle stroke at first. If Lauren was a kitten she’d be purring loudly and shamelessly from the touch. She felt the palm push her head downward, her tongue dragging from Penelope’s nethers until it lapped against her smooth asshole. She dare not venture there without permission, even though she knew Penelope was fond of it. Yet with the guiding palm giving her that permission, Lauren’s tongue lashed and probed at it with the eagerness of a favored meal.
“Look at me.” Her mistress commanded, her eyes opening and darting up to meet those emerald orbs without hesitation. Lauren’s tongue dancing and twirling as their gaze locked. “Good girl.” Her mistress praised, the words swelling over her like a wave of joy.
She had been looking up at this woman ever since her life was in her hands at the end of their first encounter. She knew not if she’d always be in this position of service to this terrifying, evil, beautiful and intoxicating woman.
Yet she knew for a fact that no matter where she went in life, no matter who she shared a bed with or even fell in love with... Penelope, her mistress. She owned a large part of her that she could never get back.
And in moments like these, she knew for certain that she didn’t want it back.
The Comfort Elf
A mighty human warrior indulges the company of a comfort elf in a sacred sexual ritual.
Here’s my newest release and my first commission featuring this lovely pairing. Been a minute since my last release for various reasons but I’m hoping to spin up my creativity for the month of feburary and my birthday later in the month! I also passed 12k follows on twitter this week so that was cool. Anyway, enjoy the art!
Commissioned by: Maxyo
Word from the commissioner:
"I've struggled a long time with my desires, and what I wanted sexually. Being an Hispanic man, born into rather deeply Christian family. I've had those thoughts beaten out of me, literally. It took me moving 5 states away to find who I was. I'm me. I don't need labels. Man, Woman, non-binary, whatever. I don't see labels. I see people wanting to be loved. Because in the end that's what we all desire, right? To be loved and appreciated. These characters are expressions of those desires, like everyone else, and I love them dearly Both Viconia and Kazeyo represent my desires, and I hope you love them, and this art as much I do."
Comfort roles in Kaldorei society were lesser known ones to the other races of the Alliance but they were absolutely vital to the continued strength of it’s mighty Wardens and Sentinels. It was an honorable position to be a comfort boy or maiden to those blessed with the spear of Elune.
Viconia had heard as much from the Wardens she had fought along side in Darkshore. She was surprised to learn that such comforts were available back at the main outpost and upon inquiring if outsiders were allowed to engage in it – and even more surprised when they said yes.
One comfort boy came highly recommended; Kazeyo Bloodthorn. A feminine elf boy who had seemingly provided his particular comforting to almost every lady in the Warden squad Viconia had served with.
As she stood before him in the temple, her eyes resting firmly on his delicate form veiled by a thin and slightly transparent robe – she could see why he was so popular. This being an honored tradition among the Kaldorei, she approached and treated him with care and respect.
“Greetings Lady Viconia. Please allow me to take care of you tonight.” He spoke, his gentle voice was like music to her ears and he was so adorable that it completely had her spellbound by him.
Viconia cupped his cheek in her palm, stroking her thumb just under his large luminous white eye as she peered eagerly down into them. Were he a common tavern whore, the desire to bend him over the nearest waist high surface and take him in a less than respectful manner would surely have won out. Nay, she would take her time and immerse herself in the embrace of a comfort boy, abide the ritual side of the way of the Kaldorei and act appropriately in lands where she was a guest.
“You’ll have to guide me through this. Kazeyo, wasn’t it?” She nodded, letting her thumb softly trace his lips.
“Indeed, I am Kazeyo. And it is custom for those blessed with the Spear of Elune to light a candle to honor the goddess before laying with a comfort girl or boy.” He advised gently, offering her an unlit candle. “I understand you are not Kaldorei but the gesture is not lost on the goddess regardless of who offers it in respect.” He bowed his head.
The Spear of Elune was what the Kaldorei referred to women blessed with the genitals of a man among their culture. In a largely matriarchal society it was seen as a very honorable blessing to have and such women were highly regarded.
Viconia smiled, accepting the candle from him. It was purple with the raised engraving of a crescent moon formed on the side. Her eyes drifting over to the gathering of candles across the temple with a small shrine to Elune, she could guess where she had to take it. She got a little ahead of herself and took a step towards it, but the elf boy gently stopped her.
“It must be done while naked. Allow me to undress you, Lady Viconia.” He nodded, smiling kindly.
Viconia didn’t need to be asked twice. She stood with her arms outward and left herself open to Kazeyo’s disrobing. She had been smart enough to leave her armor back at her own sleeping arrangements or this could have been a much more drawn out affair for the elf. Before she knew it, she was disrobed entirely. She had even noticed a very pleased looking bump of his eyebrows as he slipped her panties off and came face to face with her semi-flaccid offering down below.
As he stood upright once more, neatly folding her clothes to one side - he too joined her in nudity. Not that his thin semi-transparent robe did much to hide his delicate form beneath anyway. It was still far more beautiful a sight entirely laid bare. She doubted there was a man or woman worth knowing who wouldn’t lay with such a beautiful creature like Kazeyo.
As he turned away to lead her to the shrine, Viconia had to supress the urge to swat her hand against his shapely backside. She squeezed her fingers into the flat of her palm and followed him where he began his little ritual of candle lighting for himself before handing her an unlit one and bidding her wait.
“Blessed Elune, please favor Lady Viconia with much pleasure as she has returned from battle in your name and slain your enemies. Let my body grant this brave soul succor and satisfaction and see her burdens empty for her time with me.” He spoke before using his candle to light the one in Viconia’s hands.
Viconia knew not what to say to a goddess she didn’t worship and that was fine. She respectfully bowed her head and set the candle down with the others as Kazeyo did the same. As she stood up again, she turned her head in time to meet the gaze of Kazeyo who had slipped one of his soft hands into her own.
“We are bound by the goddess now. My body is at your will for as long as our candles burn and none will interrupt us.” He nodded, assuring her of that much. His other palm dropped much lower, finding the semi-flaccid cock of his human companion to gently stroke and caress her large member. The shake in her breathing as he stroked her member communicated to him just how long it had been since she had last had release and he could already see her burdens dissolving away.
Viconia cupped his chin in her palm, running her dark thumb across his feminine lips as she lost herself in his luminous eyes. “I would take my time with you, boy. Explore every inch of your body and see the bliss in those beautiful eyes.” She said softly and as a lover would, her palm gently tracing the shape of his form.
“Might my lady require more than just the pleasure of my holes? I am not as blessed in size as you but I can offer that to you should you wish it, my lady.” Kazeyo asked gently as to not offend. He had to remind them that he did in fact have a cock and was more than happy to use it. These strong warrior women were often too proud or too nervous to ask to be the one receiving and so he asked all who laid with him to ensure their desires were truly being met.
Viconia smiled and nodded thankfully. “Nay, yours alone will fulfill me.”
She could keep her lips parted from his no longer as she scooped his shapely rear up into her dusky palms and carried him. Lifting him up to plant her lips against the tender feminine elf boy’s own. Her tongue battled his between the threshold of their meeting lips, rolling and clashing with a wet and passionate exchange. Her dark fingertips gently but firmly squeezing with lustful eagerness into the pink-white flesh of his lovely backside.
Before long she had him laid down upon the altar, his legs parted and her between them as her fingers scooped generously from a jar of thick slimy substance. It was something not unlike troll mojo yet more refined and made by Elven hands. A strong herbal scent emanating from the substance as she rubbed it along her black cock and against Kazeyo’s asshole. Slipping a finger or two inside for good measure and to make it as lubricated as she could for him.
She slipped her hand into his, the fingers interlocking with the elf’s in this oddly intimate and overpowering ritual sex. Her eyes locked with his as she leaned over him, her stronger hips rolling his backwards as her dusky cock poked eagerly at his backdoor. She would take him like a lover would, slipping inside and seeing every inch of it shown on his expression. His gentle gasps and soft girly moans as she bottomed herself out inside him making her harder and more eager.
“Good boy.” She whispered to him, prompting a cute smile from him. She squeezed his hand approvingly and he did so in return. Viconia knew she’d be back for more of this elf in the future and she had only just got started.
Comfort Elves are amazing!
The Mother
Warden Mother Aethera spends some time with her thoughts in a hot bath.
People got really excited about Aethera’s updated look so I had to do a pin-up with her ASAP. She’s a little bit inspired by Geralt from Witcher so I decided emulating his infamous bathing scene was a perfect match for her. I also used it as a chance to expand on Aethera herself with a little bit of her back story in the short story below. Give you a little bit of an idea of the kind of woman she is as well as introducing you to a new character who’s tied heavily to her - you’ll see her eventually :)!
Pleased with how this turned out so I hope you like it too. Thanks for the support as always!
“Lady Aethera, your bath is ready.” The young maiden Kynshia announced at the doorway to the Warden Mother’s study. “Would you like company?” She asked, a hint of hopefulness in her voice.
“Thank you Kynshia. And no, I shall bathe alone this night. I’d use the time to gather my thoughts.” Aethera nodded as she undressed the final parts of her armour, making her way towards the maiden who eyed that impressive warrior physique of the Warden Mother - a form ripped with toned muscles and scars of old battles. Her body a testament to pure Kaldorei strength and marked as a tapestry of the many battles in her ten thousand plus years of life.
The maiden looked a little down by The Warden Mother’s desire to bathe alone. Aethera noticed it immedately and attempted to balm the girl’s feelings with promise.
“Chin up, Kynshia. I’d have you join me in the bath next time.” Aethera assured, lifting the pouting maiden’s chin with her index finger. “And in bed after.” She said with a gentle smile, melting the young maiden immediately into a blush and flurry of stammering.
“Y-yes! Mom-... ahem... Warden Mother. My lady, AHEM! okay!” She stopped talking and bowed instead, using the gesture to hide her face.
“Go and enjoy a night off, Kynshia. You’re far too young to be spending a Friday evening with an old woman like me. Go on.” Aethera insisted in her raspy motherly voice, gently patting a side of Kynshia’s face with her large rugged palm.
Truthfully Aethera had little need for a handmaiden. She was not some self indulgent noble nor was she incapable of filling her own bath or preparing her own meals. Yet it was a debt the girl’s family felt the need to continue to pay even against Aethera’s wishes. Ever since Aethera had saved their home and entire family in Ashenvale during the days of the mad blood lust of Grommash Hellscream and his clan - they had pledged Kynshia to her as a Warden to train or as a maiden to serve with Kynshia’s blessing.
Kynshia lacked the qualities to be a Warden, she could not train a girl of such gentle disposition and small physical form. So she took her on as a personal handmaiden, if only to appease her family and be free of their incessant push for her to do so.
Kynshia chuckled a little. “As you wish, my lady. I shall return in the morning.”
“You’ll return on Monday, dear. Go and enjoy the weekend for goodness sake. Meet friends, meet a handsome man or woman – anything that isn’t spending time doing things for me, alright?” Aethera commanded, though with a streak of motherly kindness piercing through her words. The girl meant well but sometimes she needed a figurative shove and sometimes a literal one to shake the roots of dutiful maiden off her.
Kynshia smiled, bowing her head. “On Monday then, my lady. Enjoy your bath - Oh! I’ve left clean towels for you in there as well and your robes are in-” her words were cut short by the expression of Aethera peering at her with folded arms, a silent way of telling her to get going already. “Oh right uh! Bye!” She said with a final bow before finally taking her leave.
Aethera gave her one of her rare slight smiles and a gentle pat on her shoulder for good measure before heading to the bathing area. An extravagant effort by Kynshia as always too. Moonberry wine, wine glasses, candles and even rose petals in the water. The steam from the surface of the water was just enough that Aethera could tell Kynshia had made it the perfect temperature for her too.
She poured herself a glass of wine and took a few sips, carrying it into the bath with her but keeping it out of the water on a nearby table at the edge of the tub. She exhaled softly as her body submerged, the perfectly hot water enveloping her muscular form and gently tingling her old scars as she relaxed.
Aethera peered up at the stone ceiling and her mind began to wander, thinking of things that weren’t her warden duties and plans for the days ahead. She recalled her late husband and how he loved bathing with her like this, she wore a soft smile as she recalled how he’d be so eager to be the one sitting with his back to her between her legs in the water. How he’d grab her wrists and wrap them around him while telling her she should smile more often. She missed him and she wished she had smiled more while he was alive.
She eyed the bracelet on her wrist, a small vine that looped and twisted upon itself. A mother’s day gift from her children many years ago when they were only waist high. She hadn’t taken it off since they gave it to her, even wearing it under her armor into battle. She recalled how Kalli had cried when the vine had snapped in his pocket and how his face lit up when his big sister Val used her druid magic to fix it and ensure it would never wither. She had been the best mother she could to them, even if they had taken drastically different paths.
Kalli was ever one for adventure and a troublemaker, Aethera didn’t approve of the news of him indulging that through piracy nor his choice of a husband. Yet Val assured her that he was happy and healthy, news of that much warming her enough at least. She wished she had done more to guide Kalli in his early years, yet he had always been closer to his father than her. With his death he had little reason to remain in one place. He was his own man now, she could only hope that this husband of his would take care of him.
Val had grown into a fine young woman, a powerful healer druid and a kind soul. There was irony to be mined from the fact that the daughter of a Warden, a renowned one such as her - was a pacifist. She was proud to learn that she had taken Loriandra as her lover of late, at least now she had someone to protect her when she couldn’t. Her beloved daughter had been through much and been taken advantage of by wicked souls - yet she had become stronger than ever for her struggles and strife.
Lori too had come far in her training, a proud young Warden and worthy right hand to the Warden Mother. Loyal and honorable, at least for the most part. Her and the other Spear of Elune blessed were a handful when it came to forgoing their duties to entertain their baser desires. She might not have been hers but since the passing of her parents, Lori always felt like kind of a third child to her.
Aethera raised her palm from the water and watched the droplets ripple the surface as they fell from her fingertips, she softly smiled to herself again. Part of her regretted sending Kynshia away for the weekend, a selfish regret anyway. In spite of the manner that had brought her into Aethera’s employ, she was good company; hopelessly loyal and a decent lay too.
She chuckled to herself as she recalled how the girl had accidentally called her ‘Mommy’ during sex and was so mortified with embarrassment she fled the place half naked. Eventually returning to Aethera a few days later to apologize. Aethera had since given her permission to address her as that if she wished to do so, assuring her it was common and perfectly fine to see her as such. She’s not fully comfortable calling her it yet, but at least she doesn’t flee for days when she says it now.
As she sank into the water a bit more, Aethera closed her eyes and finally let her strong body release it’s tension in the shoulders and beyond. She would remain there until the water cooled before taking her leave to bed. A fine night to relax and unwind, to recall faces of the past and present. She needed it more than she realized.
A night for Aethera,
A night for the mother.
Breeding the Brat
Ri’lael accidentally begins a breeding ritual as a joke but it backfires when his lover holds him to it!
First release of 2022 and it’s some boy butt! I know this isn’t my most popular content but I still love making it all the same, especially when it’s commissioned! Enjoy starting the year with Ri’lael’s well bred booty!
Commissioned by: @Galtharos
Ever since his parents had mistaken Ri’lael for a young troll woman and had referred to him as: ‘Wife material with wide child bearing hips suitable for an heir’ in earshot of the boy, Jah’lih hasn’t heard the end of it from Ri’lael. His teasing on the mistake had grown more and more with each passing day until finally he’d get a taste of his own medicine.
After returning home from his duties, he discovered Ri’lael had acquired various materials and objects intended for a Zandalari fertility and breeding ritual between a male and female. Another joke that the boy found hilarious when he confronted Jah’lih with it. Jah’lih hid his smirk as he knew something Ri’lael did not about this very ritual he had used for a cheap joke.
”Okay then. We’ll do it.” The prelate agreed, nodding as he took one of the mojo jars from his boy’s hands. His gaze peering over the labels to see what exactly Ri’lael had lifted for his little joke. Seemingly he had lifted actual mojo jars for that very ritual. Lubrication mojo, aphrodisiac mojo, stamina mojo and even a seed mojo to make a man’s semen more copious.
”Do what?” Ri’lael blinked, looking puzzled.
”This is a sacred ritual, boy. You initiated it and now we must carry it out - it is the will of the loa.” Jah’lih nodded firmly, gesturing over to the large fertility candle on the table, unmistakably phallic in it’s shape. “The ritual began when you lit the candle. Now I must breed you as many times as I can until the candle’s flame goes out. If I manage to breed you, you’ll become my wife in the eyes of the loa and by Zandalari law.” he explained.
Ri’lael looked completely blind sided, his little prank had backfired. “But that’s a huge candle, it’ll take many hours! And I can’t get pregnant, I’m a boy!” He exclaimed. He wondered if Jah’lih was joking until his eyes settled on his protector and lover already getting undressed.
”That may be the case, but we’ll find out if the loa wills otherwise won’t we?” Jah’lih remarked. “Now come potential wife, undress and bring those wide child bearing hips over here.” The prelate remarked, doing little to hide his pleased smirk knowing the bratty Darkspear had teased far too much. Enjoying the view of his delicate shapely form as he undressed.
Alone Together
Jaina & Tyrande share a romantic night and morning together away from their leadership roles.
Something of a personal piece for me that I wanted to create. To keep it short, I came out to my mother as bi this week and revealed that I’ve been dating another woman for most of the year. It went great in spite of my reservations about doing so. Both parents were supportive and are eager to meet her - hopefully something we can do this christmas in a few days, omicron willing.
So consider this little pairing a little dedication to myself and my stronk girlfriend <3
Wishing you all a very merry christmas and happy holidays <3
Jaina and Tyrande had precious little time to enjoy each other’s company as leaders of their respective peoples. Yet when there was time enough for them to enjoy each other passionately without interruption, neither could pass it up when both were so deeply in love with the other.
While it was an object hanging from between her hips on straps and buckles, the phallic device Tyrande wielded was one she used as if it were truly part of her. Jaina had not felt such pleasure from any man born with one that she had laid with – not even Kalec or Thrall compared. Tyrande had the wild eagerness of her kind coupled with the attentiveness and knowledge of a woman that made her an impeccable lover. Not to mention she had the stamina of four men and would shower Jaina in powerful orgasms one after the other.
“The night gives way to the dawn, my love.” Tyrande whispered beside Jaina’s ear, her hot breath caressing into the canal and against the outside as she continued. “And yet, I have not have my fill of you.” She growled eagerly, her hips still thrusting deep between the human’s legs even as the morning sun kissed the pair with the warmth of a new day.
The pair had secreted themselves away to a far flung edge of Hyjal, to somewhere quiet where they could be truly alone with one another. No Katherine or house servants barging in unannounced and no Shandris interrogating her adoptive mother to find out if Jaina was to be her adoptive mother too.
They had come to this spot in the late afternoon of the previous day and Tyrande had thrown down blanket among some beautiful white flowers out in the stunning nature of Hyjal. They had talked for hours over a lovely picnic basket of food and two large bottles of arcwine between them. What had begun with the typical talk between leaders of allied nations had loosened to less formal topics, to flirting and finally to rampant lust.
The large glasses of arcwine she had enjoyed had long since faded and all that remained was the intoxication of love and lust for Jaina. “Lets indulge a rare selfish moment a while longer, Tyra. Would that I could remain here with you forever like this.” She softly replied through moans of pleasure, her legs wrapped around Tyrande’s pumping hips as she playfully sank her teeth into the flesh of Tyrande’s firm shoulder.
Tyrande showered Jaina with kisses on her cheek, earlobe and neck as she pinned her lovingly between her strong muscular form and blanket beneath them both. Her thrusts spurred on by Jaina’s caressing touch down her purple back and more so when her human lover gave her shapely yet firm rear a squeeze and spank of encouragement.
Duty be damned, they both had only one responsibility this day – to enjoy and love one another.
Missing You
Lori sends her girlfriend a post workout lewd photo to tease her lover while she’s away.
A bonus lori pic for you in this always fun snapchat style image like the last set. Thanks to Lori for the comm and being very patient with me this month! :)
Commissioned by: Loriandra
Even though she can see it anytime she wants, Valnoressa still enjoys when her girlfriend Loriandra sends her naughty pictures throughout her day. Be it when she’s on patrol with the wardens, in a distant land on assignment or simply at the gym keeping her impressive physique in peak shape. Val adores seeing her lover’s fat cock and hefty balls no matter what she’s doing. She’ll even send pictures of herself back doing all manner of naughty things to keep Lori eager until she gets home.
With such an open and trustworthy relationship, they’ll even send pictures of themselves to each other getting up to their other sexual endeavors with other people. No matter if it’s Lori balls deep in Jaina Proudmoore or Val at the center of an Orc gangbang – they love seeing their significant other having a fun time with or without them.
Lust makes the heart grow fonder. At least in Lori and Val’s case anyway.
Room Service
Not satisfied with just the lady of the house, Lori gets into the panties of the service staff too.
Oof, little bit of a long break since the end of October, sorry about that. I was in Endwalker brain mode so I didn’t think I’d be getting much art made anyway… until the delay happened. Enough about me though, here’s the latest Lori commission and she’s moved onto that maid she was eyeing up in the last one!
Commissioned By: Loriandra
After having her way with the lady of the house, Lori's got her eye on Melody the Maid. Though it seems Melody has got a little secret of her own… at least comparatively to Lori.
With Jaina well occupied by Lera, Lori has Melody all to herself and she intends to make a mess for that cute little maid with the hots for a big strong Kaldorei.
The Orgy (Subtober YCH)
The Baroness gathers her most loyal and well trained slaves for a nighty of pain, pleasure and debauchery.
Another YCH featuring The Baroness! This time I wanted to do a collective scene and fit in as many bodies as possible into one where The Baroness looks entirely in control and dominant. I felt like I had focused on her cruel side so much in the past so I wanted to show that her slaves love her and she enjoys their company as well.
Featuring: Vetta, Zagnutjones, Dryarae, Maxyo, dypnsfw, Avelandea and Zael
Thanks to all of you for including your lovely OCs in this YCH!
The Baroness lay upon and among a bed of naked bodies, all engaged in various acts of debauchery with one another and with her. It was one of her favorite events to host, a day where every single one of her slaves were brought together at once to pleasure and be pleasured by their mistress.
Some were there willingly, some were not. Yet all were equal in position in this place regardless of what had brought them to The Baroness. There were no factions, no worldly obligations, no wealth or position when you found yourself at the feet of the mistress. There was only service.
Her goal was not simply to pleasure herself, it was more than that. Each one had been trained to serve her by her own hand over many months one on one. She had established a connection with each and every slave in her service regardless of what had led them to her. All had known the depths of her cruelty and sadism by her hand, yet they had all known her gentleness and love in equal amounts.
Of course, Penelope enjoyed inflicting pain, humiliation and degradation on her pets. Yet as she would write in her memoirs:
”A dog that knows only scolding and the strike of it’s owner will eventually bite and turn upon them. To truly dominate something you need to dominate it both physically and emotionally. If they love you unquestioningly, they will be like putty in your hands to mold into whatever you desire them to be. They must fear, love and respect you all at once – if you can manage that, they’ll be yours forever.”
She need not lift a finger in the presence of her loyal servants. They would feed her berries and grapes, lift her wine glass to her lips for her and refill it whenever needed. Those who could not get right up beside their mistress were satisfied just to reach out and touch her body, caressing an arm, leg or whatever area of their beautiful mistress they could until it was their turn.
The Baroness may not be a queen, but her dominant hold over those in her service and the reverence with which they treated her. She sure as hell felt like one.
Mortal Delights (Redux)
The Fire Keeper serves the Ashen One on her lonely quest to link the fire and save the world of man.
Back in 2019, I made a piece with the same title as this and I’ve been eager to return to it since. This however, is something of a redux/re imagining of that particular piece and I’ve even written a story from the POV of the Fire Keeper to accompany it too. I’m a big fan of the souls games and I do so enjoy recreating the dark and gritty world with a sexy twist where I can.
I hope you enjoy this release and the fun little romance I’ve created here. Onward to Elden Ring!
The Ashen One returned today as she always did. Ever silent, ever stronger and with the blood of her enemies still fresh upon her armor. Directly to me she would come, her humble Fire Keeper and loyal servant in her quest to link the flame. To her knee she would take before me, in silent prayer as I eased the burden of souls upon her through prayer of my own.
Today was different. Upon the end of prayer she approached me, taking my hand in her large rugged one. Deeper into the annals of the shrine she led me, to depths that not even I had gone before. Darkness enveloped its far reaches and I could sense it all around me, yet in the presence of the Ashen One I felt no fear for my safety. A small bonfire warmed a place far down, where a bedroll lay with some supplies. She had taken me to her place of rest.
She had not brought me here to break words, that was not her way. Yet I had grown attuned to her wants and needs through our growing connection of late and I sensed the desire she had in her heart. She had chosen me to be the mother of her heir and I was duty bound to accept that honor.
Yet it was not entirely of duty and oath, I am ashamed to admit. For all my duties and prayer, I am still but a mortal woman with womanly needs. I invited her lust upon me with open arms, a thing of which she had in abundance towards me as well.
We broke no words as she undressed me of my robes and garments. She did not remove my headpiece nor her helmet as she lay me down by the fire. Such a brutish, muscular and barbaric woman lacked grace in the making of love. Yet her way of making love was no less effective or less pleasurable, perhaps it was even more so in a way.
While I knew she intended for me to carry her child, she carried deep lust within her. She had no intentions of rushing things and I didn’t want her to either.
Shamelessly did my legs open wide for her and eagerly did she thrust herself between them. My pleasured cries must surely have carried back to the main hall where the others lingered, yet I did not care. I was not beholden to their opinions of me or the way in which I conduct myself. I answer only to the Ashen One.
That barbarian of a woman took great interest in the use of my backside. I wondered if perhaps she had entered it by mistake in the heat of passion, yet my attempts to correct it to my nethers were met with disapproving grunts from beneath her helmet and several smacks to my rear. The pain was almost too much at first, yet upon emptying a flask of estus over her loins and my rear – there was oddly pleasure to be felt from the use of such an orifice.
Hours had passed and still my barbarian sought pleasure with my body. Her unyielding stamina had left me in awe and shivering in pleasure upon the stone floor more times than I could count.
She dismounted me and rolled me onto my back beneath her. Her huge muscular legs pushed my thighs apart with frightening ease as she took me as a man would take a woman – face to face with intent to seed.
Brutish thrusts had given way to gentle and precise ones. I felt close to her at this moment, as if I were with a lover. Though I lack the eyes to see, I could feel her heart and it had softened like a flame on a windless day.
I could not help but wrap my legs around her form as her cup runneth over inside me. The white hot seed of life poured into me in an amount that I doubt even a man could provide in a single night. What came next, I had not expected.
As her seed lay claim to my senses, I heard the dragging of metal against rough and rugged skin. My barbarian had slid up her helmet to just above her nose and lowered her chest to press against mine. Her naked lips found their way down to my own as she gently pumped every drop of her seed inside me. That kiss... it lasted a short amount of time in reality, yet between our souls it lasted an eternity.
It was then that the Ashen One did another surprising thing. She spoke. A single word whispered quietly to me upon the end of our first kiss. “Wife.” She had spoken so intimately to me, I nodded in approval and acceptance of it – though part of me wondered if she was asking a proposal or telling me that I was her wife now. It mattered little either way, I was honored to take such a place at her side.
As I travel now at the Ashen One’s behest, we head towards the Temple of the Darkmoon for our ceremony to be wed. I witness her prowess in combat along the way and her dutiful protection of her soon to be official wife as we proceed through darkened lands filled with horrors. Yet as I did when she first led me into the annals of the shrine, surrounded in darkness. I did not feel fear at her side.
I rest my bandaged and burned hands across my womb protectively as I follow her lead and I feel the embers of a new flame flickering within. An heir for the Ashen One. Yet I suspect that she or he will have many brothers and sisters before too long.
I shall be a dutiful wife and proud mother of her children. Even past the day she links the flame.