Aylee vs The Poundflesh Clan
A spy for the Kul Tirans, Aylee finds herself in the custody of the Poundflesh Clan. A rogue warband of well-endowed Orc warrior women led by Warlord Mar'gur Warbane.
I never get to do these kinds of fun bondage images any more, so I was pleased to take this on for Aylee in this kinky pin-up! Hope you like how it turned out folks. Sorry for the quiet first half of the month, been busy with IRL stuff so I haven’t got as much time to work on art as I’d have liked. Don’t worry though, more coming real soon!
Commissioned by: Aylee
Aylee peered around at the gathered crowd, exhausted and aching all over, as they made a spectacle of her capture. She had spent the last three days in the warrior’s barracks by command of Warlord Mar’gur. The beginning of her punishment for her crimes against the Poundflesh Clan as a spy for the Kul Tirans.
The barracks housed the meanest, toughest and most well-endowed of Mar’gur’s all woman war band. In three days she had been taken by all fifty of those brutes many times over, and it had been personal. Aylee had committed several acts of sabotage around the fortress, injured and even killed a couple of the Orc guards while evading capture for over a week before she was finally apprehended. The warriors took great pleasure in humiliating and using Aylee as a sleeve for their needs. Yet not a single one of them did anything beyond anal and oral sex, it was clear to Aylee that they were saving her pussy for some reason.
It was like a different world inside these walls. Orcs stood in the crowd looking up at Aylee, their taken human wives at their side. Many of the human wives looking happy to be there, and more than a few were heavy with child as they stood loyally at their Orc’s side. She watched as one Orc held her human wife’s hand affectionately as she cuddled her arm around her to watch the twisted spectacle. Aylee couldn’t believe it, nobody outside had any idea what was happening in here, that their countrymen were happy to be with these savages. It defied all reason.
“This human stands charged with cowardly acts of espionage, sabotage and the dishonourable taking of the lives of our sisters. Striking from the shadows and seeking to destroy our well-earned way of life here in these lands.” Warlord Mar’gur announced as she drew the attention of the crowd, continuing.
“And so we shall mount this spy on the southern wall, so that the allies who sent her here can see what fate awaits their honorless curs who stand against the Poundflesh Clan!” Mar’gur roared loudly to the cheers of the crowd.
With a wave of the Warlord’s hand, Aylee and the post she was bound to were hoisted up the southern wall. A thirty-foot wall that pointed directly towards Fort Daelin to the south. Aylee wriggled and writhed about as she realized that her own people could look out from the ramparts of Fort Daelin and see her laid bare and displayed like a trophy of the Poundflesh Clan atop the wall. The ropes on each of her limbs were too well knotted and too firmly tightened to slip free of. Even if she did manage to get free, she’d fall those thirty feet and seriously injure herself – perhaps fatally.
Mar’gur was approached by her most loyal ally in the clan, her second in command, referred only to as “The Fist”. A rugged veteran Orc like Mar’gur herself, she sported an eyepatch and her body was a tapestry of fights old and recent, with many scars and burns.
“My Warlord.” Fist said respectfully as she pounded her fist against her chest in a formal greeting. “How long would you have us leave the spy on the wall?” she inquired.
Mar’gur returned the chest pounding gesture, nodding. “Three days should do. Ensure she’s fed and quenched of thirst while she’s up there.” The Warlord commanded.
“Of course, Warlord. And after the three days?” Fist inquired again. “A small minority of the sisters who keenly feel the loss of the ones she killed wished for her head. I have quelled such talk, though.” The veteran Orc nodded as she confided in her warlord.
“Good, we do not use such brutal methods. Least of all in the presence of our human wives.” Mar’gur nodded firmly. “Take her as one of your wives, Fist. I know you won’t mistreat her and the sisters won’t dare seek to either, if she’s yours.” Mar’gur commanded, patting Fist on the shoulder firmly. “Breed her well. Make her heavy with child.”
“It will be done, my Warlord.” Fist said firmly and with all the assurance of a second in command. An exchange of nods as she set off to her tasks.
Aylee could feel those distant eyes from Fort Daelin upon her as the gentle breeze kissed her skin. When night fell, she could see the torches on the fort’s walls moving around and the gentle glint of spyglasses on the ramparts catching the moonlight. They were looking at her body, shamefully displayed. The Orcs had put up torches of their own to illuminate Aylee so that they could still see her in the dark of night.
A blush settled on Aylee’s cheeks, and a gentle trickle of her excitable juices trickled down her thigh.
So shameless. To be turned on by such a thing.
A Noble's Recompense
Jaina exacts her revenge upon Lori for laying with her personal maid and personal sex pet, Melody. With the help of a conjured extra appendage and while the maid in question watches on!
Here’s a good look at my updated Jaina model since the HDD loss. I’m still not 100% sold on her hair, but I do think it looks good. I also have a shoulder-length hair version that I posted on Twitter. Be sure to let me know what you think either way via my twitter or discord. You get a double dose of Lori this month, except now she’s in a rare submissive position! Enjoy!
Commissioned By: Loriandra
Featuring: Loriandra, Jaina & Melody
Art & Story by: Valnoressa
A disoriented and rightfully confused Lori awoke to find her limbs in shackled chains. She was naked and poised in a most vulnerable position on her back, with her legs and arms chained up above her. The blur of a magically induced blackout began to clear from her mind, and she began to grasp an awareness of her surroundings. Sounds came to her first, and those she could hear were the short echo of rattling chains, pleasured cries and the smack of flesh against flesh. Soon after, her vision cleared to behold the source.
“Looks like Lori has awoken at last.” Jaina observed, her piercing blue gaze peering over a chained up Melody’s shoulder. The maid hovered a few inches off the floor, her arms above her head, kept there by shackled cuffs supported on a hook that dangled from the ceiling of this dark cell.
“Ngh... Jaina. What’s the meaning of this?” Lori asked as she regained her senses much more quickly.
“Did you think me jesting when I warned you and Lera from laying with my staff. I specifically singled out Melody as not to be touched. Something Lera clearly abided by, but not you.” Jaina revealed, her hands resting on Melody’s hips as she gave her a firm thrust of her own. The press of her crotch against the maid’s rear, allowing a large bulge to poke at her tummy from the front.
She must have been using quite a large strap-on on the girl to make a bulge like that, Lori thought so, at least. “I can explain, Jaina. It’s-“ The Warden’s words were cut short by Jaina’s interference.
“Spare me. Melody has already admitted everything. You fucked that which wasn’t yours to fuck, and now punishment shall come to both of you.” Jaina affirmed. She let her palms gently stroke up and down Melody’s form, tracing her curves as she peered at Lori. “Beautiful, isn’t she? Melody here was a gift from Lady Brightwood. Pledged to serve my every need and to be a symbol of our friendship.” She explained.
“You have sullied a bond between a mistress and her pet. And there is but one recourse.” Jaina affirmed with a nod as she withdrew from Melody and stepped out from behind her.
Lori’s eyes widened at the sight. Jaina wasn’t wearing a strap-on at all, she had a fully real cock of a massive size, and it was backed up by a no less engorged pair of balls.
“Lovely, isn’t it? A relatively simple spell for an Archmage. I’ve only ever used it on Melody here, she had known no cock but mine until you.” Jaina explained, stepping forward to cross her cock with Lori’s own pink one. Their large balls pressing together. “We cannot continue as we were until recompense is given. And I see no other way to have it than to have Melody watch as I dominate you.”
Lori nodded in acceptance. “If this is the price to repair things, then I accept, but you do not need to punish Melody further for my actions.” The warden admitted, attempting to spare Melody further wrath of her mistress.
“I find it endlessly amusing that you consider Melody to be as innocent and delicate as she deceptively appears. That girl is a glutton for punishment, and she loves to get others in trouble with her, too. Observe!” Jaina announced, turning to the dangling maid with a smile on her lips.
”This is entirely your choice, and I shall abide by whatever you choose, Melody. Shall I set Lori free without punishment, or should I ram this conjured cock of mine up her ass while you watch?” Jaina inquired as she nonchalantly patted Lori’s fat pink balls with the upper shaft of her conjured womanhood.
Lori looked to Melody, expecting easy freedom to be given by the maid, how could she not?
Though, it turned quickly as she saw Melody’s mischievous expression. A soft smile on her lips and even an excited bite of that painted black bottom lip as she held Lori’s fate in her hands.
”Mistress should punish Lori. Punish her hard. Then punish me more after.” The Maid’s delicate, submissive voice replied. Her chest rising and falling with excitement.
”So be it.” The Lord Admiral nodded, prodding her engorged shaft against Lori’s back door.
“This’ll be fun.”
Sexual Healing II
With Valnoressa away on other business, her part-time volunteer position at the Vault of the Wardens needs a substitute healer/doctor. Caelie has stepped up to fill the role and keep the Wardens healed.
Commissioned By: Rakez
Featuring: Caelie & Loriandra
Art & Story by: Valnoressa
And when I get that feelin’~
I want sexual healing’~
A fan was eager to get Lori on their Elf, so they commissioned it through me! This was a fun one to work on, and I just love a good sexual healer story.
Caelie’s eyes lifted to the door as it practically swung open. Through it came two Kaldorei women, one supporting the weight of the other, who seemed to be quite injured. It was clear they were fresh from a fight, and it had definitely been with demons, thanks to the splattering of green blood over their unmistakable Warden armour.
“You’re lucky my daughter isn’t here to see you injured, she’d give you a scolding for it.” Aethera remarked, helping Lori over to one of the cots in the infirmary.
Lori groaned a bit as she chuckled. “Gnnhgh… I can’t believe I got injured like that. I should have been quicker.” She winced.
“You saved that family. Never feel bad for getting hurt in the pursuit of preserving life. Wear these scars with pride.” Aethera imparted to her, giving her shoulder a firm squeeze. “Ah, could you take care of her, Caelie? I know you’re short-handed here, but I need Lori back to one hundred percent sooner rather than later.” The Warden Mother nodded, addressing the high elf.
“Of course, Warden-Mother. As soon as I have her able-bodied, I’ll send her back to you.” Caelie bowed her head. Offering a kindly smile to them both. She set to work on healing Lori’s wounds, her palms hovering over the various places where Lori had been struck by demon blades. Her holy magic was soothingly warm, and it seeped deeply into the wounds, purging them of any fel infections their blades might have carried.
Aethera nodded in thanks to her before eyeing Lori and mouthing the words, ‘Behave yourself.’ To her protégé. “I’ll leave you to it then. Get patched up and rest. Zozu will be waiting for me at the bathing well by now.” The Warden Mother said as her eyes peered at the clock on the wall.
“Go easy on the boy, eh? Or he’ll end up in the infirmary cot next to mine.” Lori said with a grin at first, though quickly hiding the smirk when she remembered who she had made that joke to.
Aethera raised her chin as she side-eyed Lori from her standing position. “Hilarious, Lerathil.” She said flatly – using Lori’s last name, as she often did with people who she was being short or firm with. “No need to check if her funny bone is broken, Miss Caelie.” Aethera remarked, a very slight smirk, as she headed towards the door. “Don’t loiter around here after you’re healed up, Lerathil. I’m sure the priestess is busy enough without you sniffing around her.”
“Yes, Warden Mother.” Lori replied formally as she watched her mentor leave the infirmary. Letting out a soft release of breath as she turned to Caelie. “So… you’ll probably need me to take my clothes off to heal me fully, right?” She said smugly.
Caelie chuckled, shaking her head. “I’m fairly sure she told you to behave yourself, Miss Lerathil.”
“Call me Lori.” The Warden replied, a single finger resting under Caelie’s chin. “She told me to behave myself, she didn’t say you had to behave, though.” The Kaldorei said confidently with a smirk, casually unclipping the buttons on her pants.
Caelie could see the base of a very thick pink cock where the buttons had been slipped free. Lori was to be her first encounter with a Spear of Elune warden, and so far they were living up to their lustful reputations. She was also aware that their kind required constant relief to keep their minds focused. She saw it as a duty of care responsibility as Lori’s healer to see all things that troubled her relieved. Or so she’d tell herself as she felt her mouth become moister at the sight before her.
“Why don’t you slip out of that dress, and I’ll slip out of these pants, hm?” Lori suggested in a sultry tone. Her eyes devouring the shapely high elf from head to toe.
Caelie smiled, looking to the door that hadn’t opened very much at all today while she’d been here. It was late in the day, and it was very unlikely anyone else would come in. Her gentle palms slipped up to the shoulders of her fine lace dress, pushing them away and gently wiggling her way out of it until it dropped to the floor at her feet.
Lori’s cock twitched at the view, but she wanted more. “Good girl. Bra and panties too.” She said, wearing a smirk and an expectant gaze.
Caelie didn’t even realize suggestion had turned to command as she did so. Removing each article to reveal her gorgeous breasts and very pleasing to the eye lower body. Only the pair of lace topped black stockings climbing her long legs and the frilled choker remained.
Lori swung a leg around over the cot until she was straddling it like a nightsaber, her legs opened wide as she tugged her cock free along with her hefty pink nuts. She patted the cot in front of her and beckoned the naked healer over. Lori let her hands explore Caelie’s body as the high elf joined her on the cot, kneeling between her own legs. She settled her palm on the side of Caelie’s face, caressing her cheek as her thumb rolled over the plump Elven lips before slipping into her mouth.
”We probably don’t have long, doc.” Lori admitted as she pulled the suckled thumb from her mouth, saliva clinging to it in thin translucent ropes. She wiped it on the healer’s lips before moving a palm to the back of her head to give Caelie a gentle tap with her fingers. “So get sucking.” She said with a firm grin as she guided the healer’s head down to the tip of her cock, her moist lips pressing the crown.
Caelie had a spectacular view of Lori’s muscular from up close and from such a low angle. She didn’t need to be told twice as she let her lips roll over the large pink cock and down the shaft. It was so thick and firm that she could feel it prying her jaw open to widths that she had never opened it to before. She felt the soft tug of her long hair being gathered and lightly pulled into a ponytail as Lori kept her hair from her eyes. She wasn’t sure if it was entirely a kind gesture on Lori’s behalf, or simply a method in which her Kaldorei partner might better leverage her head up and down her girthy length.
Lori controlled the speed, and she was increasing it with her hand on the make-shift ponytail she had gathered in her grip. She did indeed use her ponytail handlebar to tug her head downward, while her hips hungrily pushed up to meet it, sliding further into her throat with each movement.
”Oh, you’re good at this.” Lori praised through a pleasured moan. She gave the smaller Elf’s ear a little sensual rub as she bit her bottom lip. The Warden let out a quivered breath as she felt the Void Elf take her balls gently in her palm and lift them, her cock twitching and hardening further from the gesture. Seemingly, Caelie had found one of Lori’s most sensitive spots.
The Warden balled her fist atop the healer’s head, tugging her silky dark hair into her grip. Bringing her partner more eagerly down her shaft in a sloppy, hungry chase of that pleasurable feeling knotting at the base of her cock.
”Hold still, slut.” Lori growled dominantly. Taking Caelie by the head in both hands as she pushed her self up onto her knees for a position of more leverage. The Kaldorei burst into a flurry of rough, fast and sloppy thrusts that saw her entire shaft being quickly buried down the Void Elf’s throat over and over. Caelie made lewd, wet and sloppy sounds of her own as her mouth was used like the Warden’s sex toy.
Before long, Lori was at the point of no return, and Caelie peered up at her in bliss, in expectation of her climax. Her soft muffled moans accompanying a symphony of sexy sounds. Then it came. The Warden pulled Caelie down to the base of her cock one final time, holding it there as rope after rope of her white-hot seed slingshotted down her throat. She tugged the Void Elf’s head back and aimed her cock at her face as the final few ropes painted her face and breasts with her cum.
Caelie panted like a dog in heat for air, now that she was finally free of the throat filling cock. Her breasts jiggling as her chest rose and fell quickly and then eventually slowed. She wrapped her breasts around the Kaldorei shaft and attentively suckled and licked at Lori’s messy tip.
”I might have to get injured more often.” Lori said with a cheeky smirk, leaning back on her elbows as she relaxed, stroking a palm through Caelie’s hair.
”You owe me ten silver, Arana. I told you she’d be fucking the substitute healer.” A familiar voice announced loudly from the doorway. Lori and Caelie’s head swivelled around quickly to the source, their eyes settling on two Kaldorei women observing them with folded arms. Caelie didn’t know them, but Lori definitely did.
”Laria, Arana. What are you doing here?” Lori questioned, her violet brow raised. Though she made no moves to shield her shameless act from them. And they didn’t seem all that surprised by it.
”You mean aside from watching you mouth fuck a Ren’dorei? Warden Mother sent us to fetch you. She wants you to escort that sissy-boy Orc of hers across the river.” Laria explained.
Lori nodded, giving Caelie’s hair a stroke as she spoke softly. “Thanks doc. I gotta run though. See you soon, yeah?” She said with a sly wink as she stood up. Walking of her own will, strengthened and relieved to fetch her armour.
Caelie wore a soft blush and a knowing smile as she cleaned up and redressed herself. Watching the three mighty Wardens in their plated armour take their leave. Enjoying the flirty and lingering gaze of the two new arrivals and how handsome the three of them looked as they returned to their duties.
It looked like working here, albeit temporarily, would be quite exciting indeed.
Bois Night Out
Best friends Saran & Ri’lael enjoy a raunchy night out at their favourite club! Eager to help Ri’lael get his mind off his boyfriend’s long trip away, Saran has big plans for the bois night out!
Wanted to pair these two up for a while, and I figured something both sexy and wholesome would do the trick! Hopefully I’ll be able to get Zozu in a threesome with these two (they’re a trio of besties) whenever I get his model remade!
“Gosh, you’re so tightly wound, Ri. I brought you out to loosen up and have a good time!” Saran exclaimed as he sipped from his extremely fruity cocktail. His purple orbs peering at the Darkspear boy expectantly.
Ri’lael was in a constant tugging game with the front and back of his red plaid skirt. Both of them were wearing them, and they were criminally short. “Are you sure these skirts were a good idea? They don’t really cover anything…” Ri’lael muttered a little, peering at Saran’s purple plaid skirt, seemingly quite baffled that he wasn’t at all fussed about how little it left to the imagination.
”That’s the point, blue. You’ve been moping around Dazar’Alor while Jah’lih is on assignment.” Saran threw an arm around Ri’lael and tugged him close as he used his Gnomecorder to take a selfie of the pair at the bar. “The plan is we’re going to drink, dance, chat and then find guys -plural- to bang us until morning! Sound good?” Saran proclaimed, his question more rhetorical than anything, as it was clear this was the evening’s plan regardless of if Ri’lael agreed or not.
The Troll boy sighed at the very typically Saran plan before smiling with a firm nod. “Alright.” He affirmed.
”Thatta boy! Right, let’s get a lay of the land. Who are the potentials?” Saran thought out loud, his violet eyes peering around the club at the various handsome guys of all shapes, sizes, and races. “Oh, how about that human? He’s eyeing up your goods for sure. I like humans, their cute little ears are so funny!” Saran remarked.
Ri’lael shook his head. “No humans. Jah’lih wouldn’t approve.”
Saran blinked at that revelation. “Oh… why not?”
”Bad memories from the war. The battle.” Ri’lael said flatly, turning blankly from the human to look at his best friend.
Saran thought quickly on his feet, he wanted to keep his pal’s spirits up, and he understood. ”Stumpy round ears are out then. No big loss, he’ll probably say something lame like ‘well met’ or something.” Saran said with a cheeky grin at the troll boy.
It worked, Ri’lael chuckled. He appreciated Saran’s understanding, even if he was a bratty bombshell as Jah’lih often referred to him. He gave Saran a quick hug as they continued to scan the club.
”How about that Orc? I know you like it rough. You’ll be walking funny tomorrow, but it’ll scratch that rough play itch of yours.” Saran nodded sagely.
”Firstly, I told you about that in confidence, and secondly, I said liked it when Jah’lih was being rough with me.” Ri’lael explained, blushing a little at his words and the accompanying image in his head.
”Pfft. Taz’dingo Taz’dongo. Same difference.” Saran waved it off dismissively.
Ri’lael chuckled at that. “Taz’dongo isn’t a thing. You’re speaking nonsense.”
The pair of them erupted into laughter together. Snapping pictures, drinking their fruity cocktails and enjoying the night. It was going to be a long one, but a fun one! Ri’lael was so glad he came out with Saran, the Elf always had a way of making him feel better when he was low. It made the times he’d get him into trouble even worth it, too.
Cross-Faction Healslut
Val discovers both the upsides and the downside of cross-faction adventuring and dungeon diving when her matched group ends up being an all Orc one.
Getting back on the horse again. Still got plenty of models to remake and redo as I recover what I lost from the HDD loss, but I’m forging ahead! Expect more soon!
Val’s first foray into the newfound cross faction adventuring and grouping lands her in a party made up entirely of large Orcish males. At first, things are going as one would expect, with Val’s legendary healing leading the group to many victories and boosting cross factional relations.
Yet things become different when her newfound static group of Orcish adventurers discover that she’s not only a famed, powerful healer. She’s also ‘Orcmeat’ a renowned elven body slave from the days of Hellscream’s rule and her time as a captive of the vile Kor’kron under his command. Before she knows it, Val goes from being an equal partner in their merry group to being a fully fledged heal slut for her brutish party.
It started with her outfit. They’d feed her only loot of skimpier attire before getting her to transmogrify her gear entirely into outfits so skimpy that eventually they just have her wear nothing at all. They claim the chain they’ve attached to her cursed collar is simply to keep her close, so she can heal them better. Furthermore, they even convince the gullible druid that her heals are more potent when they’re gang banging her.
Val seems oddly content, all things considered. She’s made new friends, is participating in a very successful adventurer party that succeeds off her great efforts, and she has never been so well geared and powerful!
When she can wear it, of course.
Submissive July - YCH #3
Four servants of the Baroness learn their place under their mistress in this month’s YCH! Complete with immersive lore profiles and four swaps of the scene!
Penelope trains the latest batch of submissives with Emirae, Scarlett, Zoey and Hana. Reminding them of their place beneath her. Thanks to all those who helped me rebuild from my hard drive loss and thank you for your continued patience as I rebuild further.
There’s more coming this month so stay tuned!
Homecoming
Lori returns home from a dangerous mission after two long weeks. She’s pent up and her beloved girlfriend is more than prepared for her return and relief.
Some Lori & Val! (well Val’s big beautiful ass specifically. Also guest appearance from Kami, their adorable pet fox. This was a fun one and I think besides Val’s ass looking juicy - Lori looks particularly cool in this one! Hope you like!
Commissioned by: Loriandra
Two weeks away on a non stop mission to hunt rogue remnants of the Legion left Lori’s body achy and tense. She had been cooped up in that Warden armor for almost the full time and finally she was free of it with some well earned leave. She sat down upon a bench in nothing but her under wrappings and peered at herself in the mirror of the room.
Her brow raised a little at the sight between her legs. Her large pink balls were much larger than usual. Hefty and sensitive to the touch, they were begging for release. Truthfully she never had much time to think about it on the hunt, but the realization that she had not had release or sex for two weeks washed over her like a tsunami.
Lori adjusted her headband a little before turning her gaze down to the small presence at her side. Looking back up at her was the familiar little face and blue eyes of Kami, the fox she had gotten Val for her birthday some years ago. She stroked his head as she spoke: “You been staying out of trouble, little guy?”
The little fox made a small yip sound of acknowledgement before rubbing it’s cheek on her leg.
“Thanks for keeping her company when I’m not around, buddy.” Lori said, giving him some chin strokes.
“If keeping me company means having me apologize to the baker in Lorlathil for all the buns he keeps stealing then yes, he’s been extremely good company.” Val chimed in as she appeared through the doorway. She was clad in purple lace lingerie which also happened to be a gift from Lori from some years ago. Though Lori always saw that as more of a gift to herself when Val was wearing it though.
Kami didn’t even look remotely remorseful.
Lori’s gaze lingered and traced the form of her shapely girlfriend. The way the thong and the stockings pinched into flesh of Val’s extra servings of fat in all the right places made her bite her bottom lip. “There’s my girl, looking as ravishing as ever.” She complimented. “Seems you were prepared for my return.”
“Arana got back shortly before you, she mentioned you were more than a little pent up.” Val’s eyes flicked downward to Lori’s fattened balls and twitching shaft. “I think she might have undersold just how much.”
Lori slid her thighs open as she sat on the bench, sitting in a wide stance as she raised a palm to beckon Val towards her with a single finger. “Get over here, my love. We’ve got some catching up to do.” She said with a smirk, watching eagerly as Val tugged the band on her thong down as she approached.
Kami tilted his head in confusion for a moment before realizing what was about to happen, he’d seen it enough times to know how this ended up. Scampering out the door he zoomed down the path towards Lorlathil with purpose.
The alluring scent of the bakery driving his paws to mischief.
The Moonwell Tease
Saved from certain doom by the Warden Mother, Zozu pledges himself to her service. Aethera accepts and puts him right to work in the most useful to her manner she knows.
Aethera finds herself a new boytoy to play with in Zozu’s maiden art appearance. Say a prayer for his pelvis as he’ll be walking funny for quite sometime I imagine. Hope you like this cute little pairing and some fresh lore about the Leafwhisper family buried in the story below!
Aethera watched with a gentle smirk on her lips as her gaze lingered on Zozu undressing at the edge of the moonwell. She eyed his young lithe form with no small amount of lustful intent, a rare body type for an Orc let alone a male one. She didn’t normally have a taste for male Orcs but this one was too cute not to make an exception for.
She sat in the water, her arms spread out left and right along the edge of the pool looking dominant and prideful. The picture of stoic calmness and control.
“Zozu, you’re keeping me waiting an awfully long time.” She said from her relaxed position, watching the boy fumble to remove his garments and weapons.
“Sorry! Sorry!” he blurted out in his own personal commotion. In comparison he was the picture of excitement and nervous anxiety as he struggled to yoink off his boots one after the other. His heart thumped in his chest in this beautiful Kaldorei’s presence and he was completely beholden to her whims.
He had been like putty in her hands since the day she saved his life. When a demon stood above him ready to cleave him in twain and put an end to his story, he was stunned by the swift and unyielding intervention of the Warden Mother. She cleaved down demon after demon until only she stood victorious in her blood splattered armor.
A true hero, he had finally met one.
He pledged himself to serve and repay her heroic deed, he owed her his very life after all. Yet she was no noble in need of being pampered. She was proactive and very much independent. He was neither an Elf nor of any great skill to serve as a combatant for her and she didn’t have the time to train him as one - there was precious little he could offer a woman who had lived his people’s life span countless times.
Yet he was not entirely without use. Aethera had not known the company of a feminine male of Zozu’s like since her late husband who had passed some two hundred years prior. The Orc boy had a very similar build to him and regarded her with puppy-dog eyes that she had adored from her late husband. She did not favor Orcs normally, but she could certainly make an exception for this one.
“Grab the cloth too, you’ll need it to wash me.” Aethera reminded him, gesturing over to the fine Kaldorei woven wash cloth.
Zozu nodded firmly as he quickly scampered over to retrieve it when he finally was stripped of all clothing. He waded into the water to join her with the cloth in hand, dipping the it into the pool to run it across Aethera’s skin. Starting with her strong arms, shoulders and neck. He moved it tenderly over her old scars that covered her body like a tapestry of her so very long life. He took great care as he navigated her breasts with it, swallowing a lump in his throat as he sought to be as respectful as possible.
“You’re improving with those axes, boy. R’hamok has been teaching you well.” Aethera praised, relaxing a little as her pretty boy company doted on her. His green palms gently rubbing her hands and fingers with the wet cloth to clean them of the dirt from sparring.
“Thank you, Warden Mother. Being able to spar with you to practice what he’s taught me has been a huge honor! Ah, could you stand? I need to clean the rest of you.” He asked politely with a hint of nervousness.
She nodded before pushing herself up from her seated position in the water. As she rose, the water rolled down off her impeccable form, glistening her muscular and storied body in the light as she towered over him. All her beauty and blemishes on her body visible to him in up close detail as he ran the cloth over her abs, strong scarred thighs and more.
Being so close he could see things one would never notice from afar. The very faint stretch marks of a practice mother of children, the various beauty marks around her body, some older very faint wounds and burns from years so far back that it was unfathomable to Zozu. The texture of her skin was soft but parts were rugged, her hands especially.
Aethera felt a small but firm prod against her thigh, her eyes casting downward first to the expression of her Orc boy toy. A deep firm blush and a shameful look on his visage as her eyes cast further down to the source of the prodding. His little green cock poorly hidden behind his palm, delicate and smooth like the rest of him. She settled her palm under his chin, guiding his expression upward to meet her own.
”I don’t recall giving you permission to get hard nor touch me with it, boy.” She said firmly, her raspy and motherly voice was stoic and unyielding as she firmly held his chin. “Explain yourself.” She affirmed.
”I-I’m sorry Warden Mother… It’s just… you’re so beautiful and amazing…” He stuttered out, his red eyes fixed upward towards her luminous white ones as her gaze had him frozen like a deer in the lamp lights.
”You aren’t strong enough to lay with me, Zozu.” The Kaldorei woman nodded, much to the stun of the Orc boy. She leaned down slightly to his level and whispered a follow up. “I’d snap you like a twig.”
Zozu’s heart thumped a little faster in his chest at her words. He could tell she wasn’t just posturing or exaggerating. There was so much confidence in her words that he believed it was a promise, a declaration of her prowess. He was equal parts scared and aroused. “Y-yes Warden Mother.” he replied from a suddenly dryer feeling throat.
”Jerk yourself off for me.” Aethera commanded firmly, still holding his chin.
”What… right now?” He asked, peering up at her. His his eyes darting around to see if anyone was going to witness such a thing.
He got no response, just a silent expectant expression from the woman holding his head. Yet to him she was holding his very soul in her iron grip. He cast his eyes away as he began to pleasure himself, his emerald palm slipping around his shaft as he sought to do as she commanded.
”You keep those eyes on me, boy.” Her firm tone commanded and he quickly obliged. His eyes opening and returning to meet her own.
His palm slid rapidly along his shaft, that dominant motherly gaze locked down at him, watching him jerk himself off for her amusement. He’d done this to the thought of her many times but never in front of her and with her commanding him. He doubted there was anything he wouldn’t do if she commanded it, such was her power over him.
”Faster.” She commanded again, speaking her order calmly as he immediately sped up his self pleasuring. She could tell he was rapidly approaching his limit already with his quickening panting, trembling moans and just the lustful look in his eyes that set atop a deep blush on his cheeks.
Aethera could feel his jaw tighten as the pleasure sensation raced to the finish. Now was the time.
”Good boy. Now stop.” she said flatly, a soft smirk on her lips at his puzzled gaze.
”B-… but I’m so close…” He said as he came to a stop. His green member twitching wildly as it leaked from the tip. He was surely a few strokes away, so close yet so far. He peered up at her with those puppy-dog eyes again, practically begging her to let him finish.
Aethera was too tough and resistant to them. “I require someone who can do as they’re told, when they’re told. Someone with the stamina to keep up with me. You do want to share my bed someday, do you not?” She asked with a cruel smirk.
Zozu nodded quickly. He was absolutely under her spell and most certainly smitten with this mighty motherly Warden.
”Splendid. Thank you for the company, Zozu.” She remarked, placing a kiss on his cheek before wading through the water past him to the edge. “Finish yourself off after I leave if you must. Don’t linger overly long though, my spear squadron uses this moonwell today and they’d love some Elfbait like you.” She said with glance over her shoulder and a sly wink.
Zozu stared the whole time she left, her large shapely rear and her strong toned back muscles enrapturing him. How she lifted a towel and walked with it over a shoulder all cool-like. Until she was swallowed by the forest and gone entirely. He even realized he had forgot to breathe as she left and had to catch it again.
The Orc sank into the water until only his head was above the surface. His body ached from how tense and excited he was, such was the effect that amazing Kaldorei woman had on him. He shook his head, chuckling to himself. “Saran and Ri are never gonna believe this.” he sighed.
His thoughts lingered on Aethera long after she was gone.
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.