Stop, Criminals Cum!
Jelria catches Val in the private gardens of Stormwind park tending the flowers at such a late hour. Val has permission to be there, but Jelria isn’t buying her story and decides to dispense some criminal justice of the fat bottomed elf herself.
Time for my newest release! A commission featuring Val and Jelria (one of Lori's alt characters too!) Plan to get another image or two out this month so please look forward to those. Also you might even spot my new birb mascot in this image!
Don’t forget, you can get the raw 4k brandingless/logoless versions in PNG format exclusively on my patreon.
Commissioned by: Loriandra
“Well Miss Valnoressa? Anything to say for yourself in defense of this most heinous crime against the crown?” Jelria asked with no small amount of judgement in her voice. She loomed over the naked and bound elf in the park, placing her foot on the side of her head as she began to mount her from above.
“NNgh... You’ve got this all wrong. I’ve got permission from the king to tend the private gardens of the park!” Val replied, her face smooshed a little under the foot resting on it. She felt the rugged palms of the human woman pull her hips up to her preferred height.
“Pfft. A likely story. Incredibly convienent that the King isn’t around to confirm this. Tresspasser thief!” she accused. Of course Jelria wasn’t even sure if what she had done was an actual crime. Nor did she know or care if she actually had permission to be there. The simple fact of the matter was that she had come across a fat rumped Kaldorei woman on her patrol and simply needed any excuse she could muster to get her alone.
“It’s the truth...nnnmf!” Val protested, though it was in vein. She felt Jelria begin to prod her backdoor with her cock, that was surprisingly large for a human.
“Sure it is ya’ fat rumped harlot. Judging by your collar you’re some kinda’ sex deviant. Probably hanging around the park at night lookin’ all fuckable hoping this would happen, hmmm?” Jelria remarked as she admired Val’s ass while using her palms to spread those plump mounds apart. Her hole looked anything but virgin that was for sure, with a near constant finger width gape at all times.
Jelria could hardly contain herself. She’d never encountered a Kaldorei quite so plump and appealing in shape. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip as she slid her bottom studded cock inside the Elf’s welcoming rear. Slowly at first but with a quick thrust of the final half once she realized how used to cock in her backdoor this elf really was.
“MMhnf... We’re just stacking up your charges here aren’t we, knife-ears? Public indecency. Nnf. Public Sex. Mmfff. Resisting arrest. Nngh~!” She listed off her completely false charges, thrusting her hips down into Val as she kept her upper body pinned to the floor with her foot on her head.
The park was deserted at this hour. It had been the appeal of it for Val, she liked sitting among nature and enjoying night flower picking for her various medicines and herbal remedies. She certainly hadn’t anticipated things ending up like this. She noticed a couple of fully armored guardsmen approach to see what the light and noise were. Then she watched them chuckle to one another and take their leave once they saw Jelria. Naturally they knew who the captain of the 7th legion was after all.
The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed around the empty park. The plaps and claps of Jelria’s huge hefty balls slapping against Val’s pussy were meaty and wet. The sound of rough n’ rampant sex drifted off into the calm, clear Stormwind night.
After a night of vigorous punishment, all charges against Val were dropped.
Corruption
The price of servitude to a more powerful Warlock. Scarlett uses her own power and knowledge to further make her mistress more powerful. With her fel-tainted blood, she’s the first to accept long life in return for loyal servitude for eternity.
The Baroness returns! Who doesn’t love a bit of sexy domination mixed with some good ol’ evil corruption? And how about if you’re corrupted by your own creation to test its effectiveness too!
Commissioned by: Radi
Scarlett peered around the room that surrounded her, demons on all sides as her head rest in the warm lap of her mistress. The succubi on either side of her were doing various things to her body, mostly monitoring it. One had her palm on her wrist, holding it down lightly to the floor while keeping track of her pulse. They didn’t need to use much strength, she was already strangely weak. Lifting that arm would have taken more strength than she really had.
“She’s successfully neutralized, mistress.” One of the succubi reported. “The felblood is taking affect.”
“Mhm, keep monitoring her pulse. I don’t want her slipping into a coma. If it fails, I’ll need her to continue her work.” Penelope informed them, her glowing fel eyes peering down into those of Scarlett’s glazed over half closed pair.
That’s right. That’s why she was here. It was a ritual experiment, a concoction of her own making. She had forgotten, likely due to the effects of the felblood she had drank. A specially engineered felblood taken from Penelope herself.
“How do you feel, Scarlett?” Penelope asked firmly, those piercing emerald eyes looking endlessly down into hers. She could still see their ominous rings even when she blinked or closed her eyes.
A hard question to answer in her present state as she was feeling a myriad of sensations. Strangely, chief among them all was a hyper sensitive to touch from others. The lightest brush of her skin was arousing and pleasurable. She was trembling from the feeling, but there was also the unmistakable sensation of corruption. She could tell that while it was basked in an overwhelming aphrodisiac sensation, that felblood was certainly changing things about her on a cellular level.
It seemed like it was working exactly as Penelope had requested. Noticing her very sensitive to touch manner, Penelope nodded to one of the succubi, namely the one between Scarlett’s legs, to indulge the more pleasurable effects of the felblood. The succubus didn’t need to be told twice, she’d grown a fondness for the taste of mortal pussy and immediately dived right down with her head. Thrusting her elongated tongue inside Scarlett.
She was used to the treatment of Penelope’s loyal succubi, but this was something else. Her aphrodisiac fueled body was weak and highly sensitive. The mere act of entry of that tongue caused her to writhe about, prompting the other two demons to pin her upper body down. Her hips lifting off the floor from the intense pleasure as she almost immediately climaxed from the succubi’s tonguing.
The experiment was a resounding success. Not only had she created a powerful aphrodisiac from the fel-tainted blood of her mistress, but the less obvious effects of the blood were showing signs as well. Penelope’s highly fel state and her stealing of souls had greatly prolonged her life and beauty. Yet, what use was there in living forever if all her favourite pets and slaves would wither and die long before her?
That is where Scarlett’s research and development came in handy. Not only was she part of The Baroness’s harem of debauchery herself, but Scarlett had now doomed the rest of her fellow pets to an eternity of servitude.
“You’ve done so very well, Scarlett.” Penelope remarked with that signature smug smirk of hers. Those rings of emerald glow in her eyes were ominous and devious as they imprinted on her very soul. The faint glow of fel green hummed in Scarlett’s own eyes as her concoction took hold.
“I’ll let you enjoy the fruits of your labour. Ladies, express my gratitude tenfold to Miss Scarlett here.” She’d say as she lifted Scarlett’s head out of her lap and onto a pillow. The Baroness stood up and with a final dominant smirk she stepped away. Scarlett was surrounded on all sides by the giggling of the Succubi as they loomed in over her. She was their plaything now.
The Admiral's Addiction
After her deeds of debauchery hit the local newspapers, Katherine demands Jaina put an end to the lewd engagements with her Kaldorei bodyguards. Though she agreed, Jaina finds it hard to quit them.
Back with another commission release, and this time it's Lori back again for the first time since like... mid-last year! Phew! (Expect more Lori this year too!). She's back up to her old tricks with Jaina Proudmoore. Expect more art soon, folks!
Commissioned by: Loriandra
With her public image in the balance following some recent revelations about what she gets up to in her private time, Jaina could ill afford to be continuing her debaucheries with the Kaldorei she had grown so fond of over the years. The local papers had somehow gotten wind of what happened in Proudmoore keep with the Kaldorei bodyguards Jaina had been provided with.
Furious at this invasion of privacy that seemed to align with the departure of a certain maid back to Duskwood, Katherine forbid Jaina from engaging in any more of these lewd acts with the Kaldorei bodyguards. Something she wholeheartedly agreed to for the preservation of her public image.
Alas, the Kaldorei and, more specifically, the Warden that had been protecting her had no such orders from her higher ups. Warden Mother Aethera cared very little if Lori had her way with the human leader, so long as she was protecting her from harm as per the requirements of her position.
Even with her mother’s scolding words and warnings fresh in her mind, Jaina was simply too addicted to those big, strong and virile Elven women. She had gone to inform Lori that there would be no more lewd engagements for the remainder of her time as the Lord Admiral’s bodyguard – she stopped her in the east wing of Proudmoore Manor. Naturally, Lori was unconvinced.
“No.” Lori had replied flatly yet dominantly. Folding her arms under her chest as she peered down at the human leader.
Jaina blinked, a little blindsided by that response. “What do you mean, no? I’m telling you, we have to. That article in the paper means we have to stop.” Jaina explained, but she could see the words were falling on deaf ears already.
“Mhm, that might be true. Yet, you don’t want to stop.” The warden said with all the confidence in her being. She knew full well that Jaina loved their time together too much to stop over something like this. “Which is why you’re going to take your dress off and give yourself to me right here in the hallway.” Lori added.
Jaina blinked again, her heart was fluttering a little quicker at the Kaldorei’s firm and dominant demand. That dominance quickly replaced the words her mother had told her just hours prior. Her womanly needs were all that mattered once more.
From there things moved quickly indeed. Suddenly her dress was on the floor, and then Lori’s armor was too. Only several minutes had passed from her ultimatum of stopping these very deeds to her finding herself dangling from the strong grip of Lori’s single palm around her wrists. How could she quit a woman who could lift her so easily and slip inside her with a cock that far out-sized Kalec and Thrall combined.
It was a hell of a risk Jaina was taking. Not only, could her mother turn the corner at any moment and catch them in the very deed she vowed to stop just earlier that day. There was still the risk of maids or other staff capturing more pictures to do the rounds in the local press. As her toes curled and her eyes rolled back a little with bliss as she felt Lori’s thick pink slab of elf-meat push inside her pussy. She had long gone past caring.
She bit her lip as Lori leaned in close and whispered quietly but dominantly to her. “If there’s any hidden cameras around, they’re going to see me breeding you deep.” She said with a sly smirk and a punctuating thrust of her hips to bury more of it inside the human.
Jaina was lust drunk of course, her round plump backside bounced against the wall behind as Lori’s powerful hips delved deep between her spread thighs. It wasn’t long before the papered over drywall behind her started to dent and break where Lori’s hips had been driving Jaina’s rear repeatedly against and eventually through. Something the manor staff would have to repair quietly later, no doubt.
Lori was a woman of her word, though. Her hips bottoming out until every inch of her was buried inside the Lord Admiral, grunts of pleasure falling from her fang-pinched bottom lip as she pumped copious amounts of Elven baby-making seed into the shameless human. Unlike her beloved girlfriend, though, there was no cursed collar to protect her from her virility.
The sensation was intense, as it always was for Jaina. The white-hot seed hitting her inner walls, thickly sticky and yet flowing deep within. She hadn’t even realized that Lori had set her down on the floor in front of the damaged wall and was looking down at her, admiring her handiwork. Lori wiped the drooling remainders of her seed off on Jaina’s face before lifting her armor.
“Come by my room later, there’s plenty more where that came from.” She said with a smirk.
Jaina would be sure to do so.
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.