Pent-Up Punishment
The Warden Mother interrupts special time with her boyfriend to teach Loriandra about how important it is for her ‘special’ team to not go on missions while pent-up!
Back with another release! This time Lori’s getting some punishment from the Warden Mother Aethera (who has a new model now! Wee!) for going on a mission while pent-up and needing release.
Commissioned by @Loriandra
As Lori arrived at the heavy door to the Warden Mother’s office, she could faintly hear the sounds of a voice that was certainly not the raspy, deep one of Aethera’s. Waiting a moment to brace herself to meet that hardy woman, she knocked on the door firmly.
“Enter.” She heard in reply from a deeper voice. That was Aethera for sure.
As the young Warden pushed the door open, her eyes settled on the other person in the office with Aethera. A beautiful Orc pretty boy, one she had heard so much about from some other Wardens. This had to be Zozu. He was bent over the large desk, his cheeks deeply blushed, his form misted with sweat, with Aethera looming over him from behind in nothing but a strap-on dangling from her hips. The business end partially inside him.
“Ah, Lori. Good to see you, dear. I trust the mission went well?” Aethera asked quite casually, as if she wasn’t standing behind an Orc femboy, half of a large dildo buried inside him. That wasn’t surprising to Lori, though, anyone else would have told her to come back later, but Aethera would never forsake her duties just for a bit of fun with those pretty boys she adored so much.
“Yes, Warden Mother. I have the report here for you to see.” Lori informed, showing her the green folder branded with the owl of the wardens across it’s surface. She handed it over as Aethera beckoned it over with a ‘gimme’ flick of her fingers.
“Hm. You’re sure you got all the Satyr? They’ve never raided in this number before.” She asked, turning her gaze to Lori for an answer. She stroked Zozu’s lower back with her free palm to silence his slight whimpering, shushing him softly as she did.
“We ran down as many as we could, no survivors. We tried to take one prisoner, but he took his own life rather than be taken.” The young Warden explained, all while Aethera’s luminous gaze inspected the report for any discrepancies.
“Arana was injured?” Aethera asked, having seemingly read as much in the report.
“She was, a minor injury, though. A stray fireball from one of the Satyr, she’s fine though.” Lori quickly explained.
“See that she heads to the medicus all the same. I want the medical report to confirm she went.” Aethera commanded firmly. She took the wellbeing of her Warden girls very seriously. Her eyes flicked to Lori, observing her stance and the droplets of sweat on her forehead. “And what of you, dear? Uninjured too, I hope?” She asked prying and suspiciously.
“M-me? I’m fine Warden-Mother.” Lori said, her moment of hesitation in her voice betraying her. Even if she hadn’t realized it yet.
Aethera withdrew the strap-on’s business end from Zozu, giving his rear a pat as she raised him from being bent over the desk by the back of his neck, turning him to face her. Uncaring that her subordinate is watching, she leans down to give the pretty Orc boy a kiss on the lips. “Zozu, dear. Mommy’s got work to handle, so you head home and have dinner ready by the time I get back. Hm? That’s a good boy. Run along.” She’d say to him, giving his rear a light slap to hurry him away.
Zozu’s face was red the entire time, the poor lad nearly tripping over himself to pick up his scattered clothing. Apologizing the entire time before eventually making it to the door. The two Stoic Warden’s watching him as he closed the door behind him and scampered away.
Lori smiled a bit, a light chuckle escaping her lips as she spoke. “He’s a sweet boy. I could have given my report while he was here, though?” the young Warden inquired, turning to find Aethera was no longer standing behind the desk. She had moved right up beside Lori without making a sound, startling her with her impressive act of stealth. A Warden in full armor was pretty silent, one barefoot however was practically invisible on the auditory spectrum.
“How many times have I told you and your squadron that they need to stay relieved to maintain focus. Especially in the field. Your blessing from the goddess carries this singular requirement that must be sated.” Aethera stated, lecturing the poor n’ horny Warden on a subject she had unfortunately lectured her on before. “Explain yourself.” Her firm voice demanded.
“We were doing fine. We even planned to give ourselves relief that evening, but Arana got injured, and she’s the… well…” Lori stopped short of finishing her sentence.
“She’s the group bottom. I figured.” The Warden Mother rolled her eyes, sighing deeply. The golden dildo bounced from side to side a little as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Pondering the situation. “Armor off, bend over the desk.” She commanded after a brief moment of reflection.
“Warden Mother?” Lori tentatively asked. Quickly shelving her inquiry as the firm piercing gaze and furrowed brow of Aethera made her jump into action. Hastily removing her armor but setting it aside carefully. She knew already that being sloppy with such sacred armor would only incur her wrath further. When each piece had been softly stacked out of harm, she found herself standing in front of the desk, her cock fully engorged and pulsing from being pent-up. Her pink balls, heavy and swollen in equal lustful agony. Both dangling between those strong thighs of hers as she leaned forward to bend across the width of the desk, much like Zozu had been doing from the opposite side.
“Consider this a reprimand for your failure as a squad leader. Effective immediately, for the next month, you will be the bottom bitch for your squadron. Understood, Warden?” Aethera asked, but it wasn’t really a question. She wanted her response purely to confirm she knew her punishment. She closed the gap between her own hips and Lori’s presented rear, hot dogging the golden dildo dangling from her strap between the pink cheeks of her subordinate’s ass. “Interrupting my special time with my adorable boyfriend to remind you of something you should already know. If you want to keep command of that squad, you better shape up!” She’d scold her, sending a smack across her rear.
Lori let out a wince from the firm smack, her cock twitching harder from the always exciting dominance of her mentor. A moan escaping her lips as Aethera pushed the business end of her strap-on inside. Still well lubed from when it was being used on her boy toy. After all, it hadn’t been the first time Lori had been on the receiving end of it. “Sorry, Warden Mother!” she moaned out.
Aethera’s legendary powerful hips immediately got to work too. Renown for the strength she threw behind her thrusts, there were even rumors that she had broken someone’s pelvis with those mighty hips of hers. She could certainly feel them smacking at her ass from behind, too. A powerful momentum sending the plump cheeks wobbling and rippling with each connecting smack of hip to flesh. It didn’t matter if Lori had a huge cock dangling between her own legs, she might as well have not had one when Aethera was behind her.
This wasn’t entirely a punishment either, the goal was as much to relief as much to teach. Aethera needed her best squad to be focused and in the moment. They were a brilliant bunch, but their downfall had always been the insatiable nature of their blessing. They needed to relieve themselves of their lust often, or they risked being lost to it. As Aethera’s strap-on pummeled with devastating accuracy at Lori’s prostate, she couldn’t help but feel the overpowering sensation of a quick and nearing climax over taking her. After all, it had been a week on mission without relief and so it wouldn’t take long to reach it.
Then it happened. The sensation climbed up that thick pink cock of hers and exploded from the tip down onto the floor beneath her. A copious mess of she-seed that made quite the messy pool on the stone floor. Aethera’s hips coming to a gentle slow and then stop. She withdrew the strap from Lori and gave her one more smack across her backside. Lori moaned softly, her panting of lust the only sound she made as her cheek rested against the desk with that sweet relief washing over her.
“Now then. I’ll be heading home to my boy. You ensure that mess you made is cleaned up before you leave my office. If I see a single drop on my floor tomorrow morning, that one month punishment becomes six months. You hear me, Warden?” Aethera asked as she began to redress herself in her armor. Smirking slightly at the poor Warden squad leader.
“Mnn...y-yes Warden Mother.” Lori managed to meekly respond as she began to come down from that high. When she finally pried herself up off the table and looked down at the mess she had to clean up, Aethera was long gone.
The Baroness Supreme
The Baroness Supreme, Stealer of Souls. After an attempt on the life of her favored handmaiden and pet, Penelope deals with the rebels in the most fatal way she knows. The taking of their souls.
The Baroness finally gets the update I’ve been wanting for her for a long time. One where she looks like one of the most powerful warlocks as well as the dominant mistress she truly is. So feast your eyes on this new version of Penelope. The Baroness Supreme, The Soul Stealer.
Penelope’s lips curled into a soft smile as she peered out across her domain, her eyes turning downward to the feeling of warmth resting against her bared thigh. Lauren was there as she so often was, her cheek rubbing affectionately against the firm toned upper leg of her mistress. Reveling in the perks of being the favorite plaything of the Baroness, her handmaiden, and even sometimes her consort.
Penelope ran her fingers through Lauren’s hair with a gentle stroke until her hand settled on the side of her head, her digits curling under her chin from the side. She turned Lauren’s gaze upward to meet her own. Her long dark cloak billowed in the wind as it waved to the side, as if a shroud of darkness enveloped the human girl at her feet. And in someways, it truly did when she stood alongside that mighty woman.
The pair locked eyes, holding their gaze upon one another. A silent hold of synchronized thoughts between a dominant and her sub. Lauren offered a comfortable smile to her mistress, as The Baroness did so in return. Penelope’s thumb stroked at the cheek of the human at her feet affectionately.
Lauren rarely left her side or was never far from it at the very least. Not since other slaves had attempted to kill the favored pet and handmaiden of their captor. To strike a most heavy blow to Penelope would have been something glorious, especially under her own roof. Alas, it was met with failure and the consequences of their actions would meet them on this day. She would take their lives, but not waste their souls. Those still had a sinister, dark purpose beyond their mortal coils.
Penelope still held Lauren’s head, her gaze still locked up to hers as she stamped the end of her staff into the ground. Screams emanated from a sickly green glow just outside Lauren’s peripheral vision, she instinctively tried to look, but Penelope denied her. The strong grip of that mighty woman, keeping her eyes locked firmly on those piercing emerald ones looking down at her. They glowed brighter than usual throughout the dark deed she performed
“Keep your eyes on me, Lauren. Always on me.” Penelope said softly to the backdrop of pained screams. “You need not look at this deed, only understand it’s meaning.” She added firmly.
The Baroness’ body tensed up as her staff took in those souls, acting as a conduit for her to absorb the very life force of those poor folk into herself. Each one that entered the staff and then her body made her feel stronger, younger, and she delighted in it. A beautiful monster.
Then, just as quickly as they had started, the screams fell silent. A deathly silence rolled over the area around the Baroness and Lauren. Only the bubbling of fel lava and the distant ambient sounds of her lair. Penelope turned her gaze down to her favored slave once more, smiling softly.
“Come, my dear. I’d have you bathe my body of this ash and dust.” She’d command softly. She had barely any on her, truth be told, but she was ever the kind to be at her best and most clean as much as she could. By comparison, Lauren was much more filthy, having crawled on a chain leash attached to Penelope’s gauntlet through the dirt and ash.
“Yes mistress~” Lauren replied loyally, bathing that body was always a privilege she enjoyed.
“And Lauren.” Penelope said firmly, pausing as she stroked the girl’s face. “You don’t mingle with the other slaves anymore. Your value is far beyond theirs. You will remain by my side or very nearby at all times, am I understood?” Penelope added, her tone serious and with a tinge of sincerity in it.
Lauren knew this was perhaps as close as being told by Penelope that she cared for her. She bowed her head and kneeled downward to place a kiss on felsteel boot closest to her.
“Yes mistress. Your will is my command.” She replied, sincerely and loyally.
The Baroness’s favorite.
The Harlequin
She’s long since forgotten her name and who she once was, her mind addled beyond reason by the whispers of the void. A new, terrifying and twisted personality has taken over this Ren’dorei.
Saw this set in the fortnite battle pass in WoW and had to make an OC out of it. So here she is, The Harlequin. Something of an impromptu image that I bashed out in a couple of days. If you like her, do let me know by pledging on patreon or liking/retweeting on Twitter!
She’s long since forgotten her name and who she once was, her mind addled beyond reason by the whispers of the void. A new, terrifying and twisted personality has taken over the Ren’dorei. She goes only by ‘The Harlequin’ these days, and she’s one of Azeroth’s most vile villains.
Infamous for her brutal methods, corrupting magics and her desire to make everything into a joke. She has killed and tortured countless people under her adopted guise of a Darkmoon jester. A slippery person to catch, able to void gate away from pursuers. On the times when she has been caught, she manages to escape with ease, leaving her captors dumbfounded.
Harl refers to herself as “we” rather and “I” and “Me”. Her mind so filled with countless whispering voices that her thoughts and words are jumbled together into a legion of thoughts.
Allied closely to The Baroness, Harl operates as one of her most successful slavers and agents. In spite of their differing paths of Void and Fel, their shared loved of chaos and domination has made them an alliance to be feared. Harl secretly harbors romantic feelings for Penelope, but lacks the sound and stable mind to act upon them.
Harl is a dangerous, unstable and violent person who regularly indulges her lusts in much the same way as her favored Baroness. She takes orders from none but the twisted voices in her mind and the cruel noblewoman to which she has become willingly entangled with.
Beware The Harlequin if she comes for you.
A Warden Unchained
When Loriandra slips her bindings and manages to leap on her favorite maid in the Proudmoore estate again. Jaina can only watch with anger and displease as she plots her revengeance upon the Warden!
Hey folks! Back with a sequel image to a previous release featuring these three. Except now Lori has the upper hand again and Jaina is the defeated party! More to come from me real soon, also it’s my birthday in a couple days so whoopie for that I guess!
Commissioned by Loriandra
In spite of the punishment she had administered upon Loriandra, Jaina was once more staring at the sight of that big, muscular Kaldorei woman having her way with her precious maid. Lori had learned nothing and what’s more, her brief stint as a bottom had only made her more defiant and eager to lay with beautiful Melody.
The effects of Jaina’s endowment growing magic had yet to wear off, and so she was forced to watch the deed with a throbbing erection and her arms and legs in shackles. She hadn’t counted on the sly Warden and personal protégé of Aethera Leafwhisper to slip her bindings quite so quickly or easily. Alas, she should have known better. This was the same Kaldorei who slipped the bonds of The Baroness herself, after all.
Melody was blissfully enjoying the back and forth between these two dominant women. She adored that they were both so fond and eager for her that they’d constantly undermine and seek revenge on one another at her expense. Though it was getting quite out of hand, having spent more time down in these kinky dungeons below the Proudmoore estate than in the estate itself doing her duties. Something Lady Katherine was surely becoming agitated about.
Lori had won this round, but the firm, dagger-eyed stare of Jaina communicated one thing… she’d have her revengeance!
Orcmeat II
Val runs into an old "friend" in the Dragon Isles who saves the beautiful druid from a nasty protodrake eager to make her into lunch. However, Gara'ha wants a reward and only Val's legendary booty will suffice.
I return at last! I finally got over my long sickness (just a lingering cough from a bit of bronchitis that followed the infection). But I'm all good now and back to working on art!
What better way to get back into things than starting off with that big booty of Val's? Enjoy!
Commissioned By: @PrideOfOrcs
After a near fatal encounter with a Protodrake in the Ohn'ahran Plains, Val is rescued by the most unexpected of people. An Orc she knows as Gara'ha, but this particular Orc knows Val by her old slave name, 'Orcmeat'.
When it comes to how Gara'ha expects to be rewarded. There's only one thing she wants. The pair backtrack the road to an abandoned Centaur hut, so Val can properly thank her savior with her beautiful plump rear!
The sounds of eager and rampant sex fill the hut for three days, before the Gara’ha finally emerges to continue her questing and adventuring. A renewed vigor, a good lay with a Kaldorei was always good for such things. She waves to the well-used Kaldorei as she takes her leave.
Val remains behind for a little to recover from that three-day romp with Gara’ha, blissfully unaware that something else knows she’s in there and is eager to meet her, just as Gara was. When the resting beauty awakes, it’s to the sound of multiple hyena-like giggles and growls.
Oh dear. Gnolls!
The Dancer & The Queen
Beautiful dancer boi Lunny entertains one of his most important clients privately. A merchant queen with a lot of gold to spoil him with~ And something else to spoil him with too of course!
Phew, back from my holiday break, and it ran a little longer than I was hoping to. I got comms n’ stuff to work through for the rest of January, but I’m expecting to be taking on some new stuff by the end of the month and into early Jan. Here’s another comm I did for this cuteboi and I think you’d agree he’s lovely no matter who he’s with!
Commissioned By: Lunny
Lunny had grown ever so popular in his time at the club. Renowned for his erotic private dances, relaxing massages and expert companionship. He had an ever-growing list of VIP clients who indulged themselves with his beauty and grace, in exchange for coin befitting the little golden prince.
Cassandra, a merchant queen of Uldum, was one of his regulars and was deeply fond of what the boy had to offer her in particular.
“Nnnngh-mmnn-ah-hah! Yes! Take it, you little whore. Take it like a good boy!” Cassandra erupted out, ever the vocal partner when it came to Lunny. She could mate with that lad for ridiculous amounts of time, which is why she of all his clients had among the longest slots booked with him each time she visited. In fact, one slot with Cassandra often equaled to seven slots with normal customers.
Cassandra growled in horny approval, her darker hips barreling down with quick, rough thrusts. Her fat cock bottoming out in the prone dancer’s wonderful ass. She had made a mess of him, as thick globs of her seed from previous breeding overflowed and drizzled down over those lovely beaten mounds. Thick and sticky strands of seed bridging like lusty webs from his cheeks to her cock with each hungered thrust.
“Think I may need to extend our session today, Lunny. My balls are oh-so-full this month, and your boy-cunt is so very addictive!” The dusky skinned human purred approvingly, cupping a hand under his chin and letting her index finger slip into his mouth, prompting him to suckle on it.
Lunny had been making a mess as well, a sticky one of his own seed splattered on the surface beneath him from the several climaxes he had been pumped through by that unit of a woman. Something he could feel himself barreling towards once again as she beat her hips against his ass with eager purpose. His balls ached from the repeat thumping they had been getting from her much larger pair swinging against them.
Lunny always could climax easily, though, it was something his list of clients enjoyed about him. The boy was so sensitive to anal that even just the first push inside was often enough to make his little cock erupt with his boy nectar. It was something he originally was quite self-conscious and embarrassed about, but everyone else seemed to enjoy it, and so he came to as well.
“Mnn... there’s that naughty squeeze. You’re going to cum again soon, aren’t you, boy?” She asked rhetorically – she knew full well he was close again. She pulled his chin upward to peer down into those beautiful golden eyes of his as she felt that hole of his gripping tighter on her. A deep blush on his cheeks, a cute little nod and muffled moan with the finger in his mouth confirmed it further.
Cassandra smiled, she could see his begging eyes looking up at her amber ones. It was clear he wouldn’t last very long.
“Go ahead, cum for me, my little golden prince.” She whispered beside one of his short elven ears. The words making him shiver with excitement before a moan escaped his lips, forced free by the teeth playfully biting down on the tip of his short pointed ear. It had been the push over the edge for him as she felt that familiar squeeze as he orgasmed, his body tensing up hard before trembling entirely through the blissful climax.
There was just no holding back when he did that, her powerful ebony hips bucking against his ass as she grunted into deep stabbing thrusts. Her own far more copious load shot out inside him, forcing out older loads she had put in him earlier that night. The thick human seed spilled out over his rear, trickling down in a steady flow over his smooth little balls to reach the mess he had made with his own little cock on the crimson pillows below.
She lay atop him for a while, her hips stationary, with that large cock of hers still bottomed out in the dancer boy. Of course, she loved pounding the small if any remaining strands of masculinity out of him, but there was just as much enjoyment to be had from a good cuddle with a delicate boy like him. His milky almost baby-soft skin felt so wonderful under her rugged brutish touch, after all.
Fifteen minutes had passed, and she finally let her cock slip free of him, speaking softly to him. “I could use a drink, get one for yourself too, dear.” She said, following it up with a firm smack to his rear. “Come on now, boy. Don’t keep me waiting.” She added.
“Right away, Queen Cassandra!” he replied, calling her by the title she requested he address her by – in spite of having no royal or noble blood about her. Lunny climbed to his feet, a little wobbly legged at first, looking like a baby deer on ice after being trapped under that woman’s hungry thrusts for hours. He found his balance though and made his way over to the nearby table to fill two glasses with arc wine.
Cassandra rolled onto her side and watched the boy. She plucked a grape from a nearby platter of foods, slipping it between her full dusky lips as her eyes drank in his appealing form. She looked like an ebony goddess posing for a sculpture or questionable portrait like that. Furthermore, she reached for something in her belongings nearby, dangling it in her hand as the boy turned.
“What say you, boy? Another heavy pouch of gold for an extra four hours with you?” she smirked, jingling the pouch before dropping it onto the pillows. The gold coins within spilled out from the loose top as she eyed him from head to toe.
“Of course, Queen Cassandra. I’d be happy to serve you longer~” He replied, carrying over the two glasses of arc wine. He gently handed her one before sitting down beside her. The pair clinked the glasses together as the delicate boy spoke. “How about four hours, with the final hour being cuddling and chatting?” He asked.
“Five hours. Three very rough sex, one love making and one cuddling.” She shot back, already upping the time with her favorite boy-whore by an hour.
Lunny pondered a moment, taking a sip of that expensive beverage from Suramar before nodding. “Deal. After our drinks, of course.” He’d nod, he’d take as much of the break as he could get if there was to be another five hours with that mighty woman.
Cassandra stroked her dusky digits along his thigh as she sipped from her own drink. Unable to keep her hands to herself. She rolled one of the gold coins across his leg as she spoke. “Gold is definitely your color, Lunny.” She’d say with a sly wink and a hungry lick of her lips.
Winter Veil 2022
Merry Christmas from me and my community! Here's some sexy-wholesome with Val and Lori celebrating the holidays. (ft. Kami) - Hope you all have a wonderful day and enjoy the art!
So we’re finally at Christmas and here I’ve made for you a very last minute festive image featuring Val and her girlfriend Lori. I had planned for something silly, but ended up with wholesome instead. I think this turned out rather cute n’ sexy all the same!
In whatever way you celebrate it or even if you don’t, I hope you have a great day, a great Christmas and rest of the year.
From me, my family and my community to you and yours.
Merry Christmas! <3
- Much Love,
Valnoressa & The Treehouse Community
A Cold Punishment
The Baroness has sent Saran to one of her dominant sadist friends as punishment for his part in previous disobedience. Enter, Melwinne! A death knight who’s more than up to the task.
Oops, been a minute, huh? Sorry for the long gap between my last release and this one. Had some stuff keeping me away from art, including a short illness, a new wow expansion release and the holiday period.
Alas, I’m back and making art again, so expect more soon! Anyway, enjoy this new piece with Saran, commissioned by Melwinne!
Melwinne grinned down at the delicate boy laying before her. The little fly in her spider-web entirely at her mercy as chains bound shackles to his wrists, a gag denied him speech and a chastity cage denied him climax. She stacked some soft pillows under his back and neck to keep him stable and comfortable, walking around the angled table to ensure her boy was both secured and settled in equal amounts. Not entirely for his benefit of course, it was merely to make things easier for her more than him if anything.
“My-my, The Baroness’ favorite little boy toy in my grasp. You and that girlfriend of yours must have messed up quite badly indeed if she’s sent you to me.” The Kaldorei remarked, tightening the shackles and giving the chains a tug to ensure they were secured.
Melwinne dragged a finger down his chest to his tummy, focusing frost magic right to the tip of her digit, just enough to feel like an ice-cube being dragged down his form. The elf boy shivered and squirmed under the touch, making muffled fussing sounds as she did.
“Two months we’ll be together, boy. Two months of sweet tormenting pleasure and pain in perfect harmony. Now then…” she’d say, pausing her words as she moved down to stand in front of Saran, waving a hand over her naked form as it glowed with the runic blue of her frost magic. Black straps sprung out, clasping themselves around her hips as a large blue phallic object sprang up from the center crest. Each time she clicked her fingers, the phallic part grew longer and thicker, continuing to do so until it arrived at the desired size Melwinne wanted.
Saran was no stranger to being pegged by a woman, but even his girlfriend had never used one quite so large upon him before. He pressed his knees together instinctively at the sight, but it was a short-lived protest as the Death Knight pried them easily apart, even slinging a knee of his up onto her shoulder. She grinned wickedly down at him as she gently smacked the blue dildo of her strap-on against his little caged cock.
“Oh, I’d love to shove this in you dry. I do so enjoy watching you pretty boys cry for me.” She purred dominantly, prodding the dry crown of her strap-on against his hole. She’d make cruel teasing pushes, messing with him as if she was going to push it inside without any prep. Delighting in the pained winces of discomfort and the tensing of that smooth body from her bullying.
“Well, if you want it lubed you best start begging.” The sadist woman remarked, her palm wrapping around the black and silver handle of a riding crop. She pointed the business end towards Saran, stroking it under his chin as she spoke again. A firm single word passing her lips. “Beg.”
Saran was still gagged, his begging words were muffled and mostly unintelligible. The words were meaningless anyway, Melwinne simply wanted to see him beg desperately. Something she delighted in, especially as it became more pitched and frantic when she’d push a small quarter inch of that dry crown inside only to pull back on it.
Melwinne chuckled cruelly, finally reaching for a small jar of lubricant. She poured a decent amount over her strap-on and worked a good amount into that poor hole of Saran’s in a small act of mercy.
She wore a prideful smirk as her eyes met his, a look of sheer enjoyment as she plunged the business end of her strap-on inside Saran. Using him for what would be the first time of many. She’d send her hips forward until every inch of it was buried inside, pulling back until it almost entirely came out, only to push it all the way in again.
She wasn’t going easy on him, especially when she’d connect that riding crop with his flesh and revel in his winces of pain and pleasure. He was all hers for two months, and she intended to make the most of it.
Epilogue
Melwinne held the communication stone in her palm, watching as it glowed to signify the connection to its partner had been made. A familiar voice emanated from the stone as the glow reached its brightest.
“Ah, Melwinne. How is Saran fairing? I do hope you’re not going easy on him just because he’s cute.” the voice asked.
“Of course not, Baroness. In fact, your timing is impeccable. I just finished my first session with him.” The Kaldorei smirked, her amethyst gaze drifting over the unconscious boy. His body bearing the marks of the riding crop’s punishment all over. His hole visible, twitching and gaped by her large strap-on. “He is a lovely little thing.”
“Good. Do an excellent job, and I may yet send you more lovely little things like him to break.” The Baroness’ disembodied voice pulsing from the stone promised. “You have two months, use them well, and impress me Melwinne.”
The stone that pulsed and glowed with the voice went dim, and the voice faded with it. Melwinne smiled softly. “Oh, we’ll make great use of them.” she’d say softly to herself, eyeing that delicious beautiful elf boy.
The Way Out
Hana accepts the challenge of the Baroness in exchange for her freedom. All she must do is last ten minutes without climaxing. The odds are stacked against her though!
This took a little longer than intended as I was sick last weekend, and it took a few days to get over. However, I'm all good now and back to working on my comm queue. So here's the second commission release this month with some good ol' Baroness!
Commissioned by: Loriandra
Hana’s body was tense, and her mind desperately tried to focus as Penelope’s palm jerked mercilessly at her cock. So much was on the line if she lasted the ten minutes of The Baroness’ naughty little challenge. She had been promised much if she resisted the urge to climax under that expert touch for those ten minutes. Money, a home and most of all; her freedom.
Hana’s eyes cast over to the hour glass nearby, it’s green sands inside the glass were falling as they should, but it felt like the longest ten minutes of her life. Her eyes moved over to Penelope, who lay alongside her, looking entirely confident and smug as she always did. Those piercing emerald eyes of her were staring into her soul, it felt like.
“My-my, good girl. Only seven minutes left.” Penelope purred in an almost condescending manner, looking too relaxed and nonchalant as her hand worked that girl’s pole. The Baroness had stacked the odds against Hana, of course, she never made bets she couldn’t win, but she so did love to see them try so hard. A cruel witch.
“Oh dear, you’re working up a sweat trying so hard to resist me. How adorable.” Penelope teased with that smug smirk of hers. Hana’s body was gathering beads of sweat in an admirable desire to last the full ten minutes. And even though Penelope was doing all the work, there wasn’t a drop of sweat on her. She was entirely in control.
Hana peered at that woman’s eyes again. Her expression relaxed and firm. How was she so calm at the prospect of Hana slipping free of her grasp? Was the freedom an illusion? No, surely this cruel witch wouldn’t be that cruel. Right?
“I bet you’re wondering if the freedom is real, hm?” Penelope asked with a smirk, her luminous eyes glowing a little brighter.
Hana looked a little surprised, that woman was in her head. Or was it just an educated guess. No, she had to focus, this was part of her mind games to make her fail, surely.
“The freedom is very much real, my dear. However, you don’t want your freedom half as much as you want to cum for me.” Penelope remarked, her palm quickening its pace in one hand while her long nailed fingers squished and teased at one of Hana’s breasts. Her thumb rolling over the erect nipple, flicking and pressing it playfully as she spoke.
“Admit your weakness. Submit to my will like you have so many times before.” Penelope purred. So proud and so very sure of her dominance over this poor girl. And she was right to be so, her words crawled into Hana's mind and infected her with lust driven doubt and assurance. Penelope could see it in her eyes and the relaxing of her body as she surrendered without realizing it at first.
Penelope smirked, her index finger and thumb squeezing and tugging firmly on Hana’s breast, while her other palm sought to end it quickly. Hana gasped and protested unconvincingly as the sensation overcame her. Her breaths becoming quicker, her chest rising and falling as her hips lifted off the bed. Louder bated breaths mixed with moans bouncing off the walls of the surrounding chambers.
Penelope knew the exact moment as it came, pointing Hana’s cock towards her as the young redhead bucked her hips around her mistress’ expert grip. Splattering thick ropes of her own white seed over her tummy, breasts, and even reaching up to her own face. Her moans were long and elongated, her body trembling with gentle jerks and spasms from the come down of the blissful high. Small sharp gasps escaping her lips as she turned her gaze to the woman in black, standing over her now. Veiled in shadow with those luminous green eyes piercing them.
Penelope’s firm gaze peered down, a smug smile on her lips as she spoke.
“Pathetic. Not even five minutes.” She jested at Hana’s expense. “Oh well, you tried your best, I’m sure.” The noble chuckled for a moment, a cruel grin on her lips as she peered down at the red-headed beauty.
Those eyes and that smile faded to black from the powerful orgasm she had just experienced as she passed out. Her one chance at freedom gone, given away freely to the Baroness as rested peacefully. Content in her choice.
Sassy Beach Boi
A frequent visitor of a Goblin-run Resort, Lunny will enjoy the sun, sand, and sea as he indulges his luxurious tastes. As Lunny hits the beach, there's no telling who he'll be bottoming for by night's end!
The first of a few commissions I took on this month, expect 2-3 more releases in the coming weeks! As always you can support my art over patreon where it really does help out to just pledge the minimum $2!
Support here: https://patreon.com/valnoressa
A frequent visitor of a Goblin-run Resort, Lunny will enjoy the sun, sand, and sea as he indulges his luxurious tastes. Though the resort, renowned for its open-minded sexual themes, is also very appealing to Lunny and his husband both. As Lunny hits the beach, there's no telling who he'll be bottoming for by night's end!
Leafwhisper Falls
Lori and Val share some special time together at a private waterfall known only to the Leafwhisper family. Aptly named “Leafwhisper Falls” It's been used by Val's family for thousands of years.
I'm very pleased with how this one turned out, and I'm sure you can see why. I went all out with trying to get as much detail into it, and I think it might be one of my best works!
Commissioned by: Loriandra
For thousands of years, Leafwhisper Falls in Val’sharah has been used by Val’s family as a private bathing waterfall. First claimed by her great-great-grandmother, Val has now invited her lover Loriandra to bathe with her there for the first time.
It’s a place steeped in family history for the Leafwhispers, some good and some bad. For example, Aethera had first discovered the man who would become her husband and give her two children spying on her bathing here. Though that was sometime after she nearly killed him by throwing her glaive into the bush he was spying from.
This was also the waterfall that Val had been heading to bathe under on the morning that would change her life forever. The day she had been taken by the vile Satyr who would keep her mind controlled and imprisoned for two whole years. Ultimately ending up with the collar, pacifism vow and the single life she had ever taken to gain freedom.
Leafwhisper Falls would become a regular place for Val and Lori to enjoy together. Even their little pet fox Kami would follow the pair there from time to time, just to sleep on the edge of the pool while they bathed and had their fun with each other. It was a little more out-of-the-way journey than simply heading to the moonwell near their home for some moonberry wine and sex—but it was always worth it to the pair.
Lori and Val had even accidentally discovered Aethera and her seemingly new boy-toy Zozu bathing together at the family waterfall. Perhaps a sign that those two were getting a little more serious! They didn’t disturb the pair of course.
The Warlord's Wives (Group YCH)
Mar'gur is entertained by her four wives in her personal chambers. Every week, she brings them together for a night known as "Breeding Night".
Here's the YCH I ran earlier this month. Had some trouble with it, so it didn't turn out exactly as I wanted, but it's best to move on and not get stuck in a rut with these things, I find. Plenty I like about it and plenty to improve on – I'll do better next time!
Featuring: SyntaxError, Dryarae, Dyp & Loriandra’s characters! (Thanks for being part of it!)
Mar'gur is entertained by her four wives in her personal chambers. Every week, she brings them together for a night known as "Breeding Night". While it's four v one, Mar'gur's legendary stamina keeps her well ahead of her wives, who always find themselves the ones exhausted and full to the brim at the end of the night.
The Dancer & The Orc
An elven exotic dancer indulges the lust and desires of his Orcish husband upon his return from distant lands. Ever the doting boy wife to his Orc lover.
First release of the month with more to come next week! Been a minute since my last cute boi pic so enjoy this commission I did.
Commissioned by: Lunny
An elven exotic dancer indulges the lust and desires of his Orcish husband upon his return from distant lands. Ever the doting boy wife to his Orc lover, Lunny cancels all his meetings with his many eager clients to focus entirely on his husband's needs. The two lovers have sex all night, many times and in many positions all around Lunny's room and for much of the next day.
The Pyromancer (Giveaway)
A young and beautiful human mage known as Zephi indulges the expert company of her favourite Orc prostitute known as Green Sugar. Just one of several she enjoys~
Ran a pin-up comp on my discord a month ago and the winner was Zephi here. Here's the final piece I did for them!
Giveaway Winner: Zephi
Zephi, a young and beautiful magi of the Kirin Tor is an expert in the school of pyromancy magic. She keeps to herself mostly and doesn't speak unless prompted to do so. Though, her often blunt and firm opinions means she can rub people the wrong way from time to time.
In her private life, she's much more promiscuous. She regularly calls upon her favourite Orc prostitute known as 'Green Sugar'. Just one of several she enjoys the company of in her private time.
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!