Heavy Are The Hips
The Baroness puts Caelie through her paces as one of her submissives, while her loyal maid Melody watches on in hopeful anticipation that she’ll be next. The elf also isn’t aware that the Baroness has other plans in store for her.
Back with another release for you all! Another Baroness scene too, people just can’t stop throwing their beautiful OCs at the feet of this evil yet sexy lady of mine. And who am I to deny them! Also, a little reminder that I’ll be taking a break next week to indulge myself in FF16!
Commissioned by: Rakez
Special Thanks: Some_Goof (Strap-on Mod)
As Melody stepped into the dungeon of Raven’s Hollow Manor, the Duskwood home of the Baroness, she did so carrying a tray with a glass and a bottle of her favourite vintage. Pre-third war Gilnean wine that wasn’t even being produced any more, she had the very last of it in her wine cellars after all, and it would likely be worth a king’s random in gold if she was of a mind to part with it. Of course, she wasn’t of a mind.
She emerged into a wide open room where the pleasured cries, rattling chains and smacking of flesh echoed from wall to wall. Her eyes looking towards the source of it on a large wooden table. It was The Baroness and an Elf she didn’t yet know the name of, but she was most definitely a new addition to the ranks. She quietly made her way over to the side, standing back enough not to intrude but close enough to be noticed by the Baroness. “Your wine, mistress.” She said in her lovely soft voice. A hand behind her back and maintaining the unmistakable posture of a loyal maid.
The deed before her was a familiar one, but an enticing view all the same. Her eyes naturally went to Penelope’s powerful form first, the large chest she carried atop those wide hips and defined abs. Noble women were often dainty little things, afraid to get their hands dirty, but not this one. Her eyes drifted down her mistress’s form and the tight pinch of the straps into her flesh as she buried a very familiar looking object hanging from the front of the straps inside the moaning elf.
She bit her black-painted bottom lip a little as she watched, her knees instinctively pressing together as she recalled her deep familiarity with it, for she had been on the business end of that very same dildo hanging from those heavy hips many a time.
“Ah, thank you, dear. Go ahead and pour it for me, I do like to let it air a little before I drink it, so just wait there with it, that’s a good girl.” She’d respond in her posh well-spoken voice, still pumping away at the Elf’s well filled pussy as if it were a normal thing. Which of course, around here, it was.
“Yes mistress.” Melody naturally replied, she’d uncork the bottle and pour it into the glass she brought with a practised hand. Her eyes finally left Penelope’s body to peer at the Elf’s. She was beautiful in that elven way too, pristine skinned, long sensitive ears and an appealing, small yet tight form. She was in the thick of Penelope’s attention too, her bared breasts bouncing in circles as the chain that linked them kept them close. Her body wrapped and knotted in ropes from the neck down to her torso and hips. Shackles and chains holding her in the pose the Baroness desired her in.
Penelope noticed Melody staring and smiled. “Ah, this is Caelie, you probably haven’t met. Just doing some training with her before I send her off to a friend of mine. She’s an obedient little whore, as you can see, does whatever I tell her to do without hesitation. Isn’t that right?” She’d say, looking down at Caelie as she pushed her thumb between her lips to make her suckle on it.
Caelie was definitely enjoying herself. That familiar lust-drunk expression one couldn’t help but have when on the receiving end of a woman like Penelope was unmistakable. Her cheeks flushed fully red, nipples hard as stone and her beautiful blue eyes couldn’t help, but nearly roll back in her head as the dildo make its deep plunges from those practised hips. She answered Penelope, though it was all muffles and moans, with the thumb between her blackened lips.
Penelope’s thrusts suddenly became more vigorous, her body leaning forward to peer down at Caelie as she pushed her head firmly against the table on one side. Her thumb still in her mouth. “Cum for me, you little bitch~” She’d purr out dominantly, wearing that smirk of smugness as she kept thrusting without breaking her tempo.
She needn’t wait long for Caelie to do as she asked too. The submissive Elf’s body began to tremble and tense as her orgasm approached and then washed over her, spurred on by Penelope’s aggressive, dominant and expert touch. Her pussy squirted all over the strap-on as she let out a loud squeal and moan throughout the elongated orgasm, before eventually slumping against the wooden table. Her chest rising and falling.
Penelope chuckled as she withdrew the toe-curling long dildo from the elf, walking around the table to where Melody stood and accepted the wine glass as it was offered to her by the sweet girl. Her fat, long strap-on dildo bouncing and dripping the entire time. She sipped from the glass and looked at Caelie, swirling the contents all fancy like as she spoke to Melody
“Settling back in well, I hope. I’m sure it got cosy over there in House Proudmoore.” She’d say, her emerald green eyes flashing over to the waiting maid.
Melody bowed her head. “I am, mistress. And I much prefer it here with you.” She’d say respectfully, though sincerity in her words. She really was glad to be back with Penelope again. There was none she loved to serve more than her, she owed her so much after all.
“You did well, your information was solid and well researched. I knew that skank Jaina wouldn’t be able to resist you - but that you were able to do so with Lady Katherine as well? Very impressive.” Penelope complimented, sipping from her drink again. She watched as Caelie trembled and twitched through her powerful orgasm on the table. “Have a message sent to Miss Harley, tell her the elf is ready for her.” She’d nod.
Melody bowed her head again, getting ready to leave and respond before she was stopped. Penelope’s thumb and finger caught her by the chin and turned her gaze up to meet those piercing eyes of hers. “Come by my chambers tonight.” She’d command softly, leaning down to give the maid a brief kiss on the lips and a little boop on her nose.
The pale skinned girl bringing life to those cheeks with a red blush as she nodded quickly, her heart a flutter. “Y-yes Mistress. Of course!” She’d quickly and eagerly respond before making her exit. Looking to Caelie’s lust drunk expression, then back to Penelope’s mighty form and the thick dangling dildo between her legs as she left.
As she turned the corner to leave, she saw Penelope returning to Caelie’s lower half and only heard the sound of her re-entry as the elf’s pleasured cries echoed down the stone walls to a blushing Melody.
Wild By Nature II
Lori likes to do her workouts in the great outdoors, and her girlfriend Val loves to watch her do them. Though often just watching isn’t enough for her and she has to get a little more involved.
Back with one more release before the new month! This time, it's Lori and Val getting up to some cute couple stuff out in nature. Hope you all had a wonderful May~ Thanks for your continued support!
Lori likes to do her workouts in the great outdoors, and her girlfriend Val loves to watch her do them. She'll even bring along little Kami and a picnic basket to make an afternoon of it. Alas, these two can only keep their hands off each other for so long.
On the plus side, that's more sandwiches for Kami to steal while they’re having shameless outdoor sex.
Gnolled
Captured by a Gnoll pack in the Azure Span, the rude bunch of giggling ruffians show Val their sort of hospitality and their love of fat-bootied Elf girls. Even if Val doesn’t appreciate their liberal use of the word ‘Chubby’!
Love the new Gnoll models and was eager to get something made with them sometime. So who better to put them to the test than everyone’s favourite captured n’ humped Elf, Valnoressa. This is a continuation of a previous story, which you can view/read: Here.
Also, I don’t ask or promote my Patreon much, but please do consider pledging as the site and other things that allow me to work on all this art relies on the support from it! You can support it Here.
Unlike her usual captive situations, her current kidnappers hadn’t the patience to even wait for her to be awake to enjoy the offerings of her plump n’ shapely form. When she awoke from what was surely a hefty dose of sleeping powder, she did so to the taste of salty flesh between her lips and the up close view of matted belly fur. And that was only in front of her, for behind she was getting a fairly vigorous pair of hips humping its large cock into her backdoor.
“Oh! Oh! Chubby elfer awake!” The brown furred Gnoll in front of her announced excitedly. He drew his cock from her mouth, laying it across the beautiful elf’s freckle dusted face. That unmistakable Gnoll hyena-like chuckle escaping its panting maw. “This for sucking, not eating, chubby elfer!” he giggled out.
Val wore an offended expression. “Chubby!? I’m not chubby! I’m... well, I’m shapely.” She affirmed with a nod. Granted, she wasn’t as slim and trim as she was in her youth, but the cursed collar was the true source of her buxom body shape and there wasn’t much she could do about it.
The Ashen furred Gnoll behind chimed in. “No worry. We like chubby elfer. Big fat hide, good for humpy.” He affirmed, an expert on big fat butts, no doubt. He even gave her meaty flanks a good smack from either side for good measure. While his thrusting technique was clumsy and unpractised, his thicker cock certainly made up for it. Val was at least thankful they had remembered to lube her ass before they started making ‘humpy’ with it.
Judging by the chill in the air and thicker forests, Val determined she had likely been taken south to the Azure Span. A pack of Gnolls carrying a naked Kaldorei such a distance back to their den from the plains must surely have been seen by someone. If not, she imagined it wouldn’t be too long before one of the many eager adventurers on the isles came this way.
Now that she was awake, other Gnolls of the pack were starting to take notice. It seemed this was to be a group activity now, as she could see them yanking off the few articles of clothing these creatures even wore.
Loyalty's Reward
Scarlett came to the Baroness for power but discovered servitude to a more powerful wielder of dark magics instead. Being a lowly lab assistant has its perks too!
A new release for you! The Baroness and one of her most loyal servants, Scarlett. A warlock who wished to learn from the mightier warlock but ended up serving her and becoming her lab assistant. Not too bad of a gig considering the fate of some of her other captures.
Nothing wrong with a bit of rough bondage play!
Commissioned by: Radi
Scarlett let out a deep breath as the pressure of that strong aura made the room feel as if gravity itself had become heavier around her. It was a familiar feeling of being in the presence of a truly powerful demon, but in this case, all of that power came entirely from a human woman. The Baroness.
The aura pressed against her body, emanating power overwhelming. That a mortal woman could wield such power was a testament to her skill and the might of her vessel. The Baroness was far beyond her own middling power, in fact, it felt like being near her caused her own aura to fray at the edges of her being. As if that font of power absorbed her own by proximity alone.
And then there was the sex. The sex was unlike anything she’d had with anyone else. The various beakers and experiment jars on the table clinking and rattling from the strength of those hips thrusting up between her open legs as she sat on the edge of the workstation. Heavy are the hips that wear the strap, but Penelope could more than bear the weight of that hefty dildo she was stuffing eagerly inside Scarlett.
Her emerald gaze was locked on those of Scarlett’s as her palm squeezed firmly on the fledgling warlock’s neck. Just enough pressure to let some air pass, but still deny her a full breath as she thrust powerfully inside her. She had impeccable control from a practiced hand, knowing just where to squeeze and how long to do it for. She adored the look in Scarlett’s eyes as she brought her ever closer to passing out, only to release just in time.
Scarlett even found herself beholden to the fel-mutations that had developed in the powerful mistress. Not just the eerie fel-glowing eyes, her towering height or her unnatural strength. As her lips opened slightly, her tongue poked free, but it was unnaturally long and split at the tip. And as she smiled, her canines on either side of her top row of teeth were longer and more pointed, like a serpent. The souls she took and the fel that powered her was slowly changing her, yet it was still a testament to her strength that she could contain and control it so much.
Before she knew it, that long tongue was in her mouth and coiling around her own. It even reached into her throat with its incredible length for a kiss unlike any other she had experienced. Of course, it was strange, yet also wonderfully exciting. Exotic. Truthfully, she wondered what Penelope could do with that tongue in other places, but she surely wasn’t brave enough to ask.
Scarlett’s legs trembled, and her breathing became ragged as she neared her intense climax. Her body tensing up as that stronger one between her legs didn’t slow down or let up on its domination of her weaker form. Then it hit, an orgasm so intense that Scarlett couldn’t help but scream out as her body convulsed slightly from the pleasure – she had very nearly blacked out. Her mind a fog of pleasure as she looked at Penelope with half-closed eyes.
Penelope wore that infamous smug look of hers. “A fitting reward for your good work of late, Scarlett. Well done indeed.” She’d say, praising the middling Warlock for her services in the lab. When she let go of Scarlett’s neck, the slave tumbled over onto her side on the table. Still coming down from the high of her reward as she watched Penelope’s cloak billow in the wind as she turned. Her voice fading as she left.
“You have two days to complete the Infernal experiment, Scarlett. Don’t let me down.” She’d say.
Scarlett’s juices dribbled down her thighs to the table. The exhaustion of sex with that mighty woman finally claiming her as she watched her disappear out of the lab and drifted off to a rest right there where she had been taken.
The Dancer Boi
Dancer Boi Lunny, a renowned exotic performer and comfort companion, shows off his juicy assets for his clientele. The beautiful boy performs often and has drummed up quite the following for his alluring performances!
The dancer boy returns in this latest commissioned piece pin-up they had me do. Didn’t get to work on much stuff as I would have liked this month but rest assured there will be more content in May! Thanks for your continued support all the same.
Lunny, a Dancer of renown at Club Mojo. He's danced his way across the world in various clubs and gigs, and now calls the Zandalari capital his home. Famed for his alluring beauty, exotic dancing and companionship – the beautiful boy finds himself entertaining swathes of clientele every week and truly loves his job. He's made quite the killing in terms of gold and has procured enough to live comfortably.
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.