Wet in the Dream
Val and her new friend Caelie enjoy some very special girl-time together. What had begun as a chance to bathe and relax after their hard work defending Amir’drassil turned to something more… lustful.
PHEW! It’s been a long time since my last release. Sorry about that! But if you follow my art then you’ll know I’ve been battling cancer the past few months. Thankfully I kicked its butt and have been recovering, hence my long absence! I’m also cancer free now so that’s awesome!
I’m a little rusty with such a long absence, but we’re jumping back in with some lesbifriends art featuring Val and Caelie.
Not only that, but I should say that if you want to help me out, you can pledge to me over on my patreon!
Commissioned by Rakez!
Many had come to protect Amir’drassil from the forces that would see it burned to the ground. Caelie and Val were among them, and in spite of having never met each other before, they did find themselves working together towards their shared goal in the dream.
Their many successes in the face of the Druids of the Flame and the forces of Fyrakk made them close. So close in fact that a friendship with benefits blossomed between them. It was hard to ignore the beauty of the surrounding dream, and it only fueled their desires for each other. After each quest or mission, they would take off to a private little grove they had found while exploring, throw off their clothes and bathe together.
Though, bathing was only part of what they got up to. As Caelie often remarked, they needed to get a little more dirty to get fully clean. That didn’t make much sense to Val, but she wasn’t about to turn down some girl-on-girl special time with such a pretty Elven woman. Especially one who she was able to rely on so much in the defense of Amir’drassil.
The Warden's Boi
Zozu and Aethera share loving and lustful moments in bed now that they’re dating. The Orc boi has his hands full though, keeping a ten thousand year old dommy muscular mommy happy, wont be easy!
I'm back! And this time I bring you some more cute romantic fuggin' between Aethera and her pretty-boy boyfriend/bottom, Zozu. I love the contrast of this pairing and you know I'll take any excuse to highlight Night Elf back muscles whenever I can.
Two years have passed since their faithful meeting at a moonwell in Val’sharah, yet Aethera and Zozu have remained together ever since. Zozu left behind Durotar, the ancestors and what little remained of his family to come to a land that really doesn’t see very many Orcs at all. At the beginning he had worried if the overwhelmingly Kaldorei population there would accept him, but he need not worry at all – as soon as they knew he was Aethera’s boy, he was most welcome.
Even Aethera’s daughter, Val, was most welcoming and kind. She would often check in on him and help him adjust to Kaldorei culture, as well as making sure her mother wasn’t being too hard on him. She knew full well how tough and stoic Aethera was after all.
Aethera wasn’t the most emotionally open person, that was for sure. In fact it was often quite difficult to get read on her, but as time went on he began to pick up on her tells and signs. He could even tell her cold stares apart in some cases. Folding her arms with a cold stare usually meant she was deep in thought, even if her expression made it seem as if she was annoyed. Sinking one of her fangs into her bottom lip now and again usually meant something or someone was bugging her.
The sign he picked up on most was how she rolled her strong, wide shoulders. That was something she did when she was about to fight or looking to fuck. Thankfully it was always the latter around Zozu. She loved to wrestle in bed, even if he had no real chance of beating her at it. She found it fun all the same. He did too, especially when the wrestling turned to cuddling and kissing. With her deep motherly and raspy voice whispering the things into his ear that she’d never say out loud or around others. Being so cold and closed off as she was. That stoic Warden had a warm heart, but only he got to see it and that just made him feel all the more special.
In the bedroom she was a mighty lover. That too had been difficult to adjust to, even for an Orc. The weight she threw down behind her thrusts and the rough lovemaking she preferred was murder on a man’s pelvis. The rumours of her breaking beds and in some cases fracturing the pelvis’ of her male lays were not unfounded after all. Zozu wasn’t immune to that treatment, but unlike all those other lays of Aethera, he was the only one getting cuddled after. There was love behind every deep penetrating thrust of her strap-on and it was all for him.
Incubussy
Saran has until Hallow’s End finishes to be bred by fifty warlocks! Or the incubus form The Baroness transformed him into for her amusement will be permanent! Will Saran complete his spooky task or will he become a demon for good?
Back with a Hallow’s End release! Featuring Incubus Saran! He really does look rather cute as a lil dick-lovin’ demon boy doesn’t he? This was inspired by a Lies of P piece Fugtrup did recently and I just had to do my own take on the pose~
Have a Happy Halloween all!
Saran finds his Hallow’s End is both a trick and a treat! The Baroness loves this particular holiday and has turned the adorable rogue into an Incubus. She has infused him with a spell that makes him able to be summoned by Warlocks all around Azeroth.
The Baroness’ tricks don’t end there though. Saran is under strict rules and powerful magic as an Incubus. For starters, he can only be dismissed by the Warlock after they’ve had sex with him! Not to mention the most troublesome trick of them all:
In order to be turned back into an Elf, he has to be bred by fifty different summoners before Hallow’s End is over… or the transformation will be permanent!
A busy Hallow’s End lies ahead for Saran, he can only hope he does a good enough job as a demon boi for Penelope to turn him back!
She will turn him back, right?
Red Carpet Noble
Baroness Penelope takes to the red carpet in Stormwind for the biggest night of the year with her two favored handmaidens as her dates. She even upstages the King himself when the cameras notice her arrive!
This was made on a bit of a whim of mine as I always wanted to have the Baroness at some kind of high class event surrounded by two of her favourite slave girls as plus ones. This is how it ended up shaking out in the end. Hope ya like!
Featuring: Lauren (Rey), Melody (OC) and The Baroness (OC)
The trip from Duskwood to Elwynn by carriage afforded The Baroness and her handmaidens time to indulge in idle chatter along the way. Stormwind and Elwynn was abuzz with the biggest event of the year taking place at the palace and just as she did every year, Baroness Penelope was on the very exclusive invite list - with Lauren and Melody as her plus ones.
”W-what do I do with my hands in photos? This is all very nerve racking, mistress.” Melody asked, nervously fidgeting to herself in the back of the carriage, sitting along side Lauren on the seat opposite Penelope.
Penelope looked calm as ever, this was far from her first time in the spotlight. “Melody dear, simply keep your hands at your side and smile for the cameras. They’ll be taking pictures of me mostly, but you two simply just look stunning in those delightful outfits at my side. Mm’kay?” She said, prideful and assuring as ever.
Lauren was looking out the window, much better at hiding her nervousness on the surface but she too was concerned. Her ex-cultist looks were hard to ignore and she was rightfully concerned that Penelope did not appreciate the gravity of being seen with her publicly.
”Oh for goodness sake, Lauren. Your sodden stare threatens to burn a hole in that window. I can assure you that you need not concern yourself with what we discussed before. I would not have brought you if I was worried. Now will you fucking smile and enjoy the night?” Penelope weighed in, her posh upper class accent rolling out the vulgarity even with a strange sophistication to it.
”Yes mistress. I won’t spoil the evening, forgive me.” She said, offering a smile and a bow of her head.
”There we are, good girl.” Penelope praised in return.
Lauren and Melody’s dresses were quite brow-raising in their design. Penelope had insisted on them being short and very form fitting in all the right places. Most of all though, she had draped them both in the same skimpy party dress purely for her entertainment - the shorter and easier to access the dresses were, the more easily her hand could slip beneath them to amuse herself while engaged in dull small talk with the lords and ladies who bored her at these functions.
Even in transit to this huge event, Penelope was insatiable. She had her handmaidens pleasure her on the ride over with Melody getting under that expensive green dress while Lauren suckled at her mistress’ breasts. They had just enough time to redo their make-up when they arrived in Stormwind.
Melody noticed as they were stopping that she had left a lipstick mark on Penelope’s thigh and pointed it out. Penelope simply waved it off and chuckled.
”Leave it, give those media rats something to write about.” She said with a sly wink. “Smiles ladies, don’t forget to smile.” she whispered to them as they stepped out of the carriage into the barrage of flashing cameras.
Return to Tanaan
Val returns to Tanaan Jungle in AU Draenor in search of a miracle herb for medicinal purposes. However she finds her portal brings her out in the midst of an Orc camp! And they’re very eager to meet the Elf from Azeroth!
Been a minute since I had Val in a scene with an Orc! Blasphemy! So here’s some Val gettin’ orced for old times sake. There’s been a lot of Val content lately which is great. Not that it’ll appease the ‘Valnoressa When?’ers in my discord >.>
Jungles are often the best place to find rare and fantastical herbs and plants for healing. Unfortunately for Val, one she believes could be a miracle herb isn’t found anywhere on Azeroth. Determined to find it, she takes a portal through to AU Draenor and ends up in Tanaan Jungle. Unfortunately her portal opens up right into an Orcish encampment and they’re just as eager to see her as the ones back on Azeroth usually are.
Tanked & Spanked
It's probably a good idea to keep up with a strict and dommy tank like Melwinne in dungeons. Lest you find yourself making up for your mistakes later after the group disbands. Something Val learns in full~
Phew, been a minute since my last release, eh? As some of you already know I was hospitalized earlier this month and its taken me sometime to recover from it (I was pretty bad), But! I’m on the mend and able to work on art again. So at least I can say that much. Apologies for the long delay between this release and the last, but given the circumstances I think you’ll understand!
Anyway, here’s a comm that Melwinne was very kindly patient on waiting for while I was laid up in hospital. Remember to keep up with the heals while you’re in Melwinne’s groups… or face the punishment!
Commissioned by: Melwinne
Melwinne had expected much of the famed Valnoressa and her powerful healing abilities. Alas, she found the woman herself rather lacking in her healing duties when she ended up in a dungeon group with her.
She was of course a powerful healer, but far too easily distracted. The curious elf would stop often to inspect flowers and herbs, letting the tank and her group run too far ahead and get into trouble. Not to mention she managed to get herself stuck in strangely aroused tentacle vines THREE times before the run was complete.
Melwinne had enough by the end. She invited Valnoressa for a drink and when they were able to get sometime alone she’d pounce her. This healer needed punishment and Melwinne was good at punishment. She’d make Val think twice about being the weak link of her groups in future. With a cane in hand and all night alone with Valnoressa, there was much punishment to be delivered.
Of course that was only the beginning of the night. One doesn’t spend a night alone with Archdruid Valnoressa and not indulge the fun that comes with having her thiccly form all to themselves.
Scarlet Desires II
Valnoressa is captured by those pesky scarlets! However an old flame from the past returns to see her free of her bonds in return for the aid he gave her back then. Though after a bit of fun of course~
What’s this? Hetero content? In my femboy-futa-artist work? just kidding of course. But it has been a minute since I did some straight content. So here’s hopefully the first of much more!
Commissioned by: Altrek
As Altrek shut the door to the interrogation room behind him, he locked it. The sound of clanking metal echoing and bouncing around the walls of the small empty cell as his gaze fell upon the figure at the center of it. A beautiful shapely Elven woman, white of hair and fair of skin - completely stripped bare of her clothing. Her gaze was downward cast, as if in prayer, her arms suspended up from wall to wall by long chains.
Save for a few bruises and scrapes, she seemed unsullied by rougher hands than his. He had half expected to arrive and find her already in the midst of a rough and brutish group use of her womanly charms. It seemed his command for her to be untouched before interrogation had been heeded, much to his surprise.
“Valnoressa? Are you awake? It’s me, Altrek.” He asked in a soft tone, offering her a smile of comfort with his words as her head raised and those white orbs settled on his own.
“Altrek? It’s... been quite sometime. Have you come to free me?” She asked, hopeful.
“I have. Though they believe me to be interrogating you, if I leave too soon they will be suspicious.” The handsome human explained. “I will sit with you a while to pass the time.” He nodded.
Val nodded, a comfortable silence lingered between them for a few moments, before the Human broke it. “I see your beauty has only grown since last we met. I have not forgotten your kindness to me at Bashal’Aran.” He explained and complimented in kind.
“Thank you. And it seems my deed of kindness has come back to me in a good way this day. Elune’s blessing no doubt.” She smiled with a bow of her head.
He didn’t particularly know much about Elune, being a man of the light and all. Yet he could see the the strange lay of fate that had brought him back to this Elf of all Elves. He yet drew breath thanks to her masterful healing, a Scarlet who had fought the Undead in Darkshore in Alliance with her kind. His will to slay the Forsaken was welcome, but he himself was largely tolerated by the Kaldorei. Given the cold shoulder by all except the healer who saw to his wounds.
More though, he looked back fondly on the night before his discharge from the medical tent. When he had gazed up at those bouncing mounds of chest in front of his face as she rode his cock several times to completion before dawn’s light parted their company. As he looked to her shackled and chained, he realized she had grown more voluptuous and plump in all the right places since that night. A vision of beauty somehow improved.
“Dare I ask why you find yourself bound within these walls, Val?” He inquired as he approached, taking a knee in front of her as he looked her in the eye.
“I seek rare herbs that only grow close to this place. I had hoped the Scarlets had moved on or forgotten my past escape... it seems I was mistaken on both points.” She explained. The elf couldn’t help but notice how good the human looked as well, ever the handsome fellow in his fetching armour. She had laid with precious few Humans in her time but he certainly stood among them as memorable and well equipped for the task of mating with a Kaldorei.
The body rarely lies when presented with what it desires. Seeing the Human again had presented that much for Val. Without garments her body stood bare for him to see the way her nipples stood firm in his close proximity, as well as the gentle moistening of her lower lips that caught the torchlight.
“Spirit me from this place, Altrek. And perhaps we can relive that night many moons ago.” Val would say with a soft smile on her lips, a desire in her eyes.
“Why wait? We have time to kill and you’re already well presented for me.” Altrek shot back, running a finger down between her breasts to circle around her belly button.
The touch of his rugged hands upon her beautiful form only hastened the reaction of it. Goosebumps spreading across her flesh as she kneeled entirely at his mercy, her hands raised up by chains and hanging outward like spread wings. “Sounds like you would use my precarious situation to your advantage.” she remarked with a smirk.
He chuckled at that, beginning to remove his armour and set it on a nearby table. As he lay his body bare, she could see the faded marks of the wounds she had healed on him from their previous encounter. Practically invisible, the handiwork of a skilled mender of flesh. He had forgotten how tall these elven women were, how they towered over human men of his ilk. And that was before one factored in Val’s particular assets. She lacked the athletic and trim form of the average Kaldorei, instead carrying wide child-bearing hips, a heavy chest and the soft plumpness of a she-elf of breeding stock. A cruel jest considering the collar did not allow the blossoming of new life.
He could stay himself no longer from the warmth of her touch. The human moving himself behind the kneeling chained elf to rest his rugged palms upon the pristine soft flesh of her hips. He leaned in over her shoulder, placing his lips to hers as he kneaded the flesh of her hips and held them like handlebars, tugging them into his cock as he pressed inside her moist nethers from behind.
He was far from the biggest she’d taken of course, but as humans went we was well very well endowed indeed. Soft moans escaping her lips as his hot breath caressed the back of her neck and his teeth nibbled affectionately at her long sensitive ear. As his pace increased, so too did the sound of flesh smacking flesh with the beat of his hips against her magnificently pillowed rear.
His mending injuries had kept him from fully experiencing all that her womanly form had to offer when last they met. Now though, he was free to enjoy it all. His hands slipped up from those wide hips, tracing the soft curves of her body to settle his palms on her plentiful chest. He gathered the breasts in his grip, kneading them between his fingers while pulling on them.
Only the sounds of masculine grunts, feminine moans and the rattling of chains to the backdrop of flesh smacking flesh could be heard in the small room. He turned her head sideways as he leaned in over her shoulder, stealing a kiss as he took her from behind. Neither one of them shy about the sharing of tongues between their meeting lips. He enjoyed the muffled rumble of her moans against him as he drew a hand back and swatted it across her meaty backside.
Val knew that she was in safe hands with Altrek. And that he would spirit her away from this awful place in due time. It was ever so rare to meet a friendly face while one was bound in bondage. She adored how attentive he was to her pleasure, the squeeze of her breasts and the venturing palm sliding around her hip from behind. Fingers pressing against her nethers in rubbing and teasing touch throughout the deed. She threw her hips back into his thrusts, biting her bottom lip as she got into the fun.
As their eyes locked in the midst of the throes of passion. No words were needed. There was trust entire between them.
Tanari Love
A legendary Tanari mercenary of the sands makes love to her three beloved femboy elf wives. All found their way to her side in different circumstances, yet all of them are doting, loving and loyal to Khalida.
Artist’s Note:
Ya never get to mix endowed women with beautiful femboys often. So when this person contacted me for a comm slot and said they wanted a massive endowed Tanari woman with three beautiful boy-wives.
How could I say no?
Commissioned By: KhalidaRP
Khalida, a woman of purpose and strength among those who call the sands their home. The woman stands a behemoth, renowned for her skill with a blade and a strategic mind that has served her and her band of mercenaries. Renown has found its way to following her off the battlefield as well, desired by countless women for her impressive physique, towering might and her legendary grand endowment.
In spite of the fact that she could have any woman she desires, Khali instead calls three beautiful Elven feminine boys her wives. Ever has she been stirred by the beauty and allure of inferior men, delicate creatures that gravitate to her strength, masculine aura and nigh endless stamina she carries in bed. She adores making their bellies full and round with breeding aplenty, giving the illusion that her boy-wives are heavy with child. Yet reaping the benefits of the task being impossible, a perk for such a woman who has no desire to father children nor settle for a quiet life.
They had all come to be in the company of the mighty Tanari woman in varying ways.
Her first wife was Amir, a beautiful son of a merchant king in Tanaris. Gifted to Khalida in an arranged marriage after saving the merchant king’s life. Too meek and soft to find a woman with interest in a delicate, feminine boy, his father raised the suggestion with Khali after seeing her curious interest in Amir at a feast in her honour. The merchant king refused his son’s protests on the matter and sent him to Khali in the guest chambers dressed in alluring attire with instruction to do as she commanded. Khali sensed Amir’s disapproval and never laid a hand upon him, instead talking with him much of the night while sharing honey wine. She asked him to let her court him for some time and if he felt no different, she would not press the matter further. After just three weeks of respectful courting, Amir found himself on all fours in front of his new husband, bridal lace clinging to his form entirely of his own will.
Her second wife, Alexos, a spirited young adventurer who took to the harsh landscape of the desert and very much underestimated it. When a dangerous sandstorm washed across the sands, he found himself lost, thirsty and wandering aimlessly. He’d have surely perished to the sand, sun or the many foul beasts that call it home were it not for the timely rescue of Khalida. She, too, had been caught out in the storm and had a small tent erected to wait it out. She invited Alexos to do the same, and friendly discussion developed into something more within that tent. When the three-day sandstorm passed, Alexos emerged from the tent with a full tummy, an aching rear and a husband in Khali.
Her final wife, Arren, was a noble of Silvermoon. The elf boy did not willingly give up that life, however. It was taken from him by a rival noble house, who employed mercenaries to wipe out his whole family name – they were successful. He sought out one of the strongest mercenaries around in Khalida, begging her to exact vengeance on his part. He had none of his families’ wealth to offer her, but Khali offered justice for the price of taking him as her third wife. Arren agreed. She brought him the heads of the mercenaries who killed his family, as well as the noble who commanded it. Aroused by the sight of his blood splattered husband and the justice she had met, Arren stripped off his garments and gave himself to her. Forging their bond in the gaze of the severed heads of his villains.
Each of her wives is unfalteringly loyal and loving of Khali. They are not slaves to her will, but instead give it freely out of respect and love. To them, she is husband, mistress, mother and guardian all rolled into one.
With so much ‘love’ and stamina of her own to give, it’s unlikely Khali’s harem will stop at just three. For now, though, she could not be happier.
Handle the Heat
Teggy’s Dark Iron can handle the heat as she strips off her heavy, craggy and molten armour. One can’t call themselves a self-respecting Dark Iron if they can’t get nude at the heart of the mountain!
Here’s one for all you Dark Iron lady enjoyers out there. There are dozens of us, DOZENS! Anyway, Teggy won my giveaway over in my discord a little while ago, and they requested their Dark Iron beauty here.
Giveaway Winner: Teggy Weggy
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The Boi Wife
Orc Marauder Ro’chall decides to marry his beautiful Half-Elven slave boi in a quick last minute ceremony in Orgrimmar. With the ceremony complete, all that remains is to consummate the bonding.
People seem to enjoy this elf boi I take commissions of, so here’s another I just had to take when I was informed the boi himself would be in bridal undergarments with a big Orc husband. That just sounded cute to me.
Anyway, Enjoy!
Commissioned By: Lunny
Special Thanks: Galianbeast (Orc Model)
Being back in Orgrimmar was odd for Ro’chall, with the things he had done he hadn’t quite expected to be back here for quite some time, if ever. Yet it was the only place one could register an Orcish marriage on very short notice, and that was indeed the purpose of his visit. Originally, when he stole Lunny away from his perfect little life in Zandalar, he intended to keep the renowned dancer purely as his slave. Truthfully, he hadn’t quite anticipated that the Half-Elf boy would have such a strong effect on him, and some weeks at sea in his company saw him having a change of mind.
As he stood in that Orgrimmar tavern room in the early evening, his firm gaze settled on his new wife’s supple and delicate form dressed in the undergarments of his wedding attire – he knew he had made the right decision.
“We sail for Zandalar in three days, wife.” The Orc informed, his hands cupping the hips of his half-naked boi-wife. Now legally his under Orcish law. “I’m afraid I’ll have to deny you a tour of the city this time. I intend to spend those three days right here on this bed with you, consummating this marriage.” He followed up with a low rumbling of approval from his chest and throat, pulling the halfling against his masculine form.
The size difference between them was enormous. Where Lunny was soft, meek and delicate, Ro’chall was mighty, huge and ripped. His pale soft Elven skin contrasting wonderfully against the rugged, firm and rough flesh of his Orcish husband and master.
Lunny had not expected a lot of things of late. Though, he definitely hadn’t expected to be kidnapped by a marauding Orc, and he certainly didn’t expect to become said Orc’s wife just several weeks later. While the pair had grown close in those weeks at sea in a bond between master and slave, he did wish to continue his life in Zandalar. To dance and work for the company of people he had made connections with. If being Ro’chall’s wife assured that he could, then he’d gladly take that deal. He had developed feelings for his captor in their time together, after all.
“Of course, I’m sure you can show me the city another time. I would see my husband’s desires filled on this special day.” He said, his voice ever soft and soothing to the big Orc. He looked so pure in the bridal whites of his lace stockings and undergarments, with the flowers and folded veil in his hair. So much so that the impure hands of his Orc husband couldn’t stay themselves any longer.
Ro’chall slipped down the white lace panties from Lunny’s hips and down his thighs until they dangled at his knees. Revealing the perfect plump rear and the soft little cock that was smuggled within. He exhaled deeply and smiled as his eyes fell upon that caged little feminine cock of his, golden plated, firmly locked and bearing the symbol of Ro’chall upon it. Marking Lunny as his.
“Don’t get used to having this off, boy.” He’d say as his hands worked to uncage and remove it. The cage had been secured there for weeks, and had been done aboard the ship on the night where he claimed Lunny as his own. “Consider it an extra wedding gift of sorts.” He chuckled as a free palm squeezed the flesh of that perfectly plump boy rump.
The Halfling let out a sigh of relief indeed at the removal of the cage. He’d been wearing it for so many weeks that he’d practically forgotten what it felt like to not wear one. He didn’t hate wearing it though, it was a symbol of his master and his husband’s love after all. Yet a night of release from it was welcome all the same.
The ceremony itself had been a small, private affair, mostly attended by the Orc crew of the ship Lunny had been taken on. Though Ro’chall had insisted on Lunny being fully dressed in bridal wear for it, all the same. It gave a little bit of Lunny’s human heritage in an Orcish ceremony, too.
Ro’chall wasn’t one to wait for marriage to bed someone. In fact, there hadn’t been a day in the past month when he hadn’t been inside Lunny. That boy may have been delicate and girly, but he was physically tougher than he looked. Considering, he’d spend hours under an Orc triple his size, taking a rough n’ brutal pounding like a champ.
As the Orc turned his wife around and shoved him onto the bed, he pried those plump cheeks apart to admire the delicate hole of which he was so familiar with. A well experienced offering, snug enough for an Orc as big as he, yet the hole was never fully closed these days, always slightly agape as if naturally prepared to accept his husband at any moment. He pulled on Lunny’s wide set hips as he pushed forward with his own, his cock splitting these cheeks and stretching the boundaries of Lunny’s hole for the first time as husband and wife.
As the pace quickened of his husband’s hips, Lunny settled in for what would be a 3-day wedding night. Yet in reality, this was to be every day with his husband. What he was really settling in for, was his new life.
Hot for Shan'do
One of Val’s druid students goes in search of their Shan’do to inquire about something beyond normal lesson hours. However, when they find their beautiful teaching bathing and swimming… they’re quickly hot for teacher!
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People keep spamming “Valnoressa When?” in my feedback discord channel, so here’s more Val for you all, courtesy of the Valnoressa When terrorists in my chat. In all seriousness though, been wanting to do this for a while as it’s been a minute since her last booty focused pin-up solo. Hope you like!
As a master of healing magic and herbology, Val has secured herself as a teacher of blossoming Druids. Her skill as such earned her the prestigious title of Archdruid at only four hundred years old, much younger than one tends to obtain that title.
Favoured among her students for her own youthful energy and passion for healing, she often finds herself fielding questions and demonstrations outside class hours. Something she’s happy to do for students eager to learn, of course.
Eager for further instruction on the intricacies of healing corruption from wounds, you seek out Valnoressa beyond class hours, as others often do. You search for her in all the usual places one might find her, but to no avail. At least not until the sound of disturbed water catches your keen ear.
As you push through the shrubbery at the edge of the water and part the long grass into the clearing near a portal to the dream, it’s there that you find your Shan’do.
Swimming across the surface of the water near the portal, not an article of clothing upon her buxom form. You avert your eyes immediately out of respect, but her beauty soon overwhelms that, and you quietly observe your beautiful teacher from the bushes like a pervert. You know it’s wrong, and yet you cannot take your eyes off that plump backside as it crests the surface of that clear blue water.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you lean further forward. Eager to see more, your throat dry from holding your breath in anticipation until SNAP! A twig cracks underfoot. The Archdruid’s ear twitches at the sound and her head swings around, you hear her call out “Who goes there!”. But you’re already fleeing at speed away from the pool.
‘Did she see you? Damn that twig, Oh Elune, what if she knows who it was?’ You think to yourself as you run until you feel like you’re far enough away. When you finally come to a stop, the image of her beauty is burned into your mind’s eye. When next you find yourself at a lesson with her, you’ll only be able to think of that beautiful backside and the droplets of water sliding down between their soft cheeks.
Oh no, you’ve got a crush on your hot young teacher!
My Fair Melody
Melody, the personal maid and charge of The Baroness, recalls fondly her days with her mistress. The kind noble who helped her become the woman she was always meant to be.
Back with another release, this one is one I’ve wanted to do for a while to give some spotlight to a side character of mine. Melody is trans and was helped towards this goal by her benefactor and mistress, Penelope. So I wanted to do this cute scene of The Baroness teaching her how to do her make-up + show a more gentle side of her that most don’t get to see.
Special thanks to Siren/Serenity for their help/input on the story.
Melody knew there was far more to The Baroness than she’d ever really know, but she held a particularly special place in her house that others did not. Perhaps it was because she was of Ravenshire, the small town that lay at the foot of the hill below the Brightwood family manor, and had done so for as long as anyone could remember. After all, Penelope cared for her charges more than most, and Melody counted herself among the townsfolk who loved their Baroness.
She never really understood why Penelope took a liking to the shy and reserved "boy", desperate and longing for something none could provide. Melody was the name true in her heart, and in the years since that fateful night, she had long forgotten the one that came before, what she would not forget was her gratitude to the Baroness. What price was too high to live true to yourself? To become a loyal maid of a most powerful woman, indefinitely? A cost trivial to the alternative, a price she would have paid ten times over.
It was like learning to walk for the first time, with all the stumbling and pitfalls. The magic had worked, and she was born again, a roll of the dice to get it right this time and take fate into her own hands, it would be a journey nonetheless. Melody recalled a fond memory, the morning Penelope had stood with her in the mirror, their bodies softly pressed together. She felt the gentle squeeze of her strong fingers around her own, steadying her hand as she worked the brush, mindful not to smudge or poke out her eye.
The rare softness and matronly tone of voice as her Lady whispered sweetly in her ear, speaking of proper technique and the more arcane subtleties of womanhood. A laugh escaped her sometimes when she looked at herself in the mirror as she remembered Penelope’s choice words.
“Remember, Melody, a practised hand and knowledge of your own features is the difference between turning heads at the gala and looking like a jester whore who catches cum on her tongue at the Darkmoon Faire.” Though crudely delivered in that matronly deep upper-class voice, it was advice she would not soon forget.
One rarely remembers the moment of their birth, but Melody’s rebirth happened in the days after meeting Penelope. After the magic had worked through her body and changed her into who she was always meant to be. She recalled it fondly as she slid off the bed and stepped in front of a mirror to see herself for the first time. “And what should I call this young woman I’ve helped create?” Penelope had asked.
“Melody. My name is Melody.” The young maiden replied, a full heart and a smile upon her true face.
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.