Her Acolyte
Scarlett once thought herself able to learn from The Baroness, now she serves as her acolyte. Corrupted, turned into a willing servant of this dark and twisted woman. None who serve her know her end goal, they know only love for their mistress.
Bit of a slow month, but I still managed to get out this imposing art of the Baroness with one of her loyal acolytes, Scarlett! This was genuinely fun to work on and forgive the quiet month… Elden Ring and Dawntrail stunlocked me >.>
<Written on some old parchment, the edges tinged by fel flame>
She's so beautiful, radiant and magnificient. Terrifying. She looks out across a dark cosmos, as it lies at her feet and so do I. She rolls her shoulders a little as her demonic wings expand, she flaps them a couple of times before letting them rest. She clicks her finger at me, and I quickly crawl to her leg, hugging it with my arms and the side of my face. She runs her hand through my hair, stroking it as if I were common house pet. Bliss.
It was there as I peered up through unworthy eyes that I truly saw the foolish folly of my belief that I could learn to be as powerful as her. That was why I had come to her all that time ago after all. I thought myself a warlock approaching another warlock on equal footing for instruction, but I was so wrong. I must have looked so small to her.
She was on a path to greater power long before she met me and I feel deeply honored to be in her presence as she consolidates that power. It would be naive to say that I stand at her side, I do not. Nobody stands her equal, I merely grovel at her feet as she transcends her humanity into something greater. I envy her clothes as they get to be against her warmth at all times, I wish I was the dust on her boots, at least then my kissing of them wouldn’t be so fleeting.
When she looks down at me I feel a sense of belonging and a need to serve, I feel her eyes staring at me, through me and inside me into the deepest blackest depths of my soul to measure my worth. When she beds me, she revels in my mortal corrupt body and I've learned that what would count as shaming and debasing myself for someone in my old life is called loyal service in this one.
As we lay in her bed last night, she moved atop me and pinned my hands back to the sheets. My heart raced. Then she let my hands go and slipped hers around my neck, pressing me down as she squeezed so tight. Those eyes stared deep into mine as she squeezed the life from my lungs. She was trying to see something in me, taking me to the edge of death. I didn't fight her, not even a little. My life was hers to take if she wanted it, it was not my place to deny mistress the taking of something that belonged to her already.
Then she let go, and as the world returned from a blackening blur to clarity again and the life giving air filled my lungs once more I found myself looking up at her dominant expression. That smug smile on her lips as she peered down at me, the bruises of her grip already beginning to appear on my neck.
I had pleased her, yet in what way I can't be sure. Was it a test of loyalty to her? If I had fought back would she have ended me? Perhaps it was a reminder of how quickly and easily she could take my life at any moment. She offered no explanation, called me "Her Acolyte" and then straddled my face with those powerful hips. She had me eat her ass and pussy for so long that my tongue ached, it was wondeful.
I love her so very much. If you're reading this and The Baroness envelopes you in her wings, do not fight her. Let her draw you close into the warm embrace of her bosom. Surrender dignity, pride and shame - only then can you truly know what it means to serve something far greater than yourself.
To my family and friends I once had, you must forgive me. I have long forgotten your faces and the sound of your voices in my mind. I have no room to remember them, I must forget and pledge myself entirely to my mistress. She has shown me that the fleeting mortal ties of my old life are nothing compared to the long eternal life of service to her that awaits me. When you all crumble to dust in the ground, I shall remain at my mistress' feet, basking in her glorious beauty and power.
Weep not for me, as it is I who should weep for you. To live a life without the Baroness is an empty one.
Farewell shadows of my old life.
- Scarlett,
Loyal Acolye of The Baroness
The Hate Fuck
Aylee is SI:7 and Jelria is 7th Legion. Allies under the same banner but they hate each other’s guts. One is always getting in the way of another in some manner which leads to fighting and eventually… great hateful sex.
Aylee and Jelria return together this time as they bump heads and other body parts! Both enemies of one another, yet they always seem to end up in bed with one another. Or anywhere with objects that double as a bed at any rate. After Aylee’s undercover op for SI:7 gets blown by Jelria and her 7th Legion comrades, the pair have a huge disagreement and sex often follows.
Commissioned by: Jelria & Aylee
“Oh my gosh, are you gonna tie the knots sometime this century? Must be those pig-fingers making it take ages.” Aylee remarked, scowling up at Jelria who fastened the ropes that wrapped around the SI:7 agent’s naked and beautiful body.
Jelria responded with a roll of her eyes and then a firm smack to Aylee’s rear. The smack was a sharp and spiteful one too, she wanted it to hurt. “Shut up will ya? I’m making sure your SI:7 rat body doesn’t squirm free. Your kind are good at that.”“Aghh! Grrrr… Oh that sounds like a plan! I thought Jelria and her 7th Legion knuckle draggers didn’t know how to do plans.” Aylee shot back quickly, her rear still humming from the sting of the smack as she squirmed about trying to slip free. That wasn't happening, all that extra time tying those knots had ensured they weren't being slipped out of.
“What are you blabbering about now?” Jelria replied with an irritated sigh and a casual slap of her very large cock against the vulnerable and moistening pussy before her.
“You BLEW my op! Six months of surveillance down the drain because YOU and YOUR pigs went storming in.” Aylee angrily yelled, finding an angle to shove her foot up against the side of Jelria’s face.
“We got the cell, everyone got arrested. You’re not evening making sense. That is a good result you idiot.” she shot back struggling with the foot pressing against her face. Everytime she batted it away, Aylee would shove it back against the side of her head.
“A good result!? Big whoop! You got a bunch of small fries behind bars. A little more time and I could have got the whole network! Fuck I hate you so much!” Aylee argued back, their bickering was getting louder and showed no signs of passing. Thankfully it was just the two of them down there in that empty criminal den.
“Pfft, you weren’t gonna take down shit. You were spinning your wheels in that group for months and getting nothing. We made a call and it was the right one. Just another failure for Agent Aylee. First the Poundflesh Clan op now this.” Jelria shot back with spitefulness in her words to match those raining down on her from the bound up petite agent.“Oh digging up the past huh? What about you? Did you get bored of harassing flower-picking elves in the park? Decided to come fuck up my operation? I can’t wait to take you down for corruption.” she hissed back through gritted teeth.
Jelria was already rock hard between her strong legs, all the fighting and the bickering mixed with the lustful nature between them always had this effect when it came to Aylee. She absolutely hated that agent, always enjoyed getting in her way and ruining her operations, but above all that she loved fucking her rough.
“You know what, let's hear your voice do something other than bitch.” Jelria growled, pushing the head of her cock deeply and suddenly inside Aylee while she fought with the kicking barefoot at her face. She was bottoming out inside her pussy as it prompted a loud moan and cry out from the SI:7 agent. Her voice echoing around the abandoned halls of the sewer lair crime scene.Aylee loved that big cock of hers, not that she’d ever admit that to Jelria of all people. She’d sooner die than say anything nice to this piece of work. “Ugh, don’t fucking look at me while you do it you pig.” she hissed through gritted teeth, stifling her moans a bit.
“Yeah you’re right, there must be a paper bag around here somewhere you can wear, do us both a favor.” Jelria smirked spitefully as she reveled in twisting Aylee’s insult back at her. All smug and righteously as she pounded her hips furiously against her, forcing sloppy sounds of wet hateful sex to echo around the empty halls of a once thriving criminal den.It was just the two of them now. No organizations or duties, just them, their hate for one another and the best nasty sex either of them could ever hope to have.
Corruption II
Deep in the lair of the Baroness, Zoey finds her body is succumbing to the corruption of her mistress and the fel. She sprouts horns, develops fel green eyes and pointy fangs. She’s becoming half demon and ever more loyal to her captor.
Back with another Baroness piece featuring the OC of Dyp, Zoey! Seems all her time as one of Penelope's loyal servants has started to have some kind of effect on her physical form. Are those fel eyes and horns? Oh dear!
Commissioned By: Dyp
The flow of time in the Baroness’ off-world lair was a difficult thing to grasp for those who had been there for a long time. Time moves differently there, and the lack of a sky and sun to determine the passing of days made it all the more difficult. The sky was an endless expanse of the cosmos, stars littered across a black and purple gown like beautiful diamonds twinkling above this prison.
Zoey had been there longer than she could determine, a new life given her by the Baroness. One of loyalty and servitude to a woman of incomprehensible evil. A threat yet unknown by the world of Azeroth but far different from the ones they were used to. Zoey's body was a tool of pleasure for her selfish and lustful deeds. But as horns sprout from her head and the corruption of the fel takes hold of her over time. Is there perhaps another reason for this servitude?
Chains of Freedom
A romance born of two completely different people and worlds colliding. A simple tailor’s assistant finds a new life in the desert as the slave wife of a mighty Tanari woman. Liberated from her boring old life, she has never been happier!
Looks like this big dark-skinned beauty I did art of some while back has a new wife and this one isn’t a cute boy! I loved the idea these people brought to me of this handsome beauty coming into this normal Elwynn ladies’ life and turning it exciting.
Commissioned By: KhalidaRP & Summerton
Sarah lived in the vibrant city of Stormwind, amidst the bustling streets and bustling marketplaces. She possessed a rare beauty that seemed to capture the essence of sunlight itself, with cascading locks of golden hair framing her delicate & beautiful features with eyes as blue as the ocean. Despite her outward allure, Sarah's life felt hollow and unfulfilled in almost every possible way.
For years, Sarah had toiled away as a tailor's assistant, stitching fabrics and mending seams with practiced precision. While she possessed a talent for the craft, the monotony of her days left her longing for something more than the mundane existence she had grown accustomed to. Each morning, she would wake up to the same routine, yearning for excitement and adventure beyond the confines of her small world.
It was amidst this longing that Sarah encountered Khalida, a striking woman of the desert from the distant lands of Uldum and Tanaris. Khali exuded an air of confidence and mystery that immediately ensnared Sarah's attention, her tall and statuesque figure drawing her blue gaze. With skin of ebony and eyes as golden as the dunes, Khalida possessed a beauty that was as stunning as it was intimidating.
As Sarah found herself drawn to Khalida, she began to realize that her old life no longer held the same appeal it once did. The prospect of adventure and the unknown beckoned to her, pulling her away from the familiarity of Stormwind and into the embrace of something new and exciting. With each passing moment in Khalida's presence, Sarah felt a sense of liberation she had never known before, as if she were shedding the constraints of her old life like a second skin.
Sarah was never the kind of girl to lay with someone they just met, it wasn’t the way she was raised. Yet how could she possibly resist that incredible, handsome and charming woman of the sands? Sarah had confidence issues about being naked though, she was a little plump and pudgy in places. She even found it difficult to reveal her stretch marks and the little pouch of belly fat she had gained from a long period away from dating.
She need not worry so much with Khali, though. In fact Khali was quite fond of a pale-skinned foreigner with such a body type, she adored grabbing, stroking and kissing those extra pouches of fat and she loved stroking her marks while referring to them as Sarah’s tiger stripes. She couldn’t get enough of the loud plap of flesh smacking flesh as those toned mighty hips smacked hungrily against Sarah’s jiggly round rump.
After two days in bed talking and fucking. Getting to know one another deeply and intimately, Khalida extended an invitation for Sarah to accompany her to Uldum. Sarah didn’t hesitate to accept it! Leaving behind the disappointment of her old life, Sarah embarked on a journey into the unknown, guided by the promise of a future filled with passion and adventure.
Upon arriving in Uldum, Sarah found herself immersed in a world unlike anything she had ever known. The vast expanse of the desert stretched out before her, its golden sands shimmering in the sunlight like a sea of molten gold.
As Khalida's wife, Sarah became part of her harem. Yet, as she embraced her new role, she discovered a newfound sense of belonging. No longer bound by the stress of expectation and monotony, Sarah reveled in the attention and adoration lavished upon her by Khalida and the other wives. The other wives were all so different and kind too. Some were stunningly beautiful women of various races and sizes/shapes. Others were beautiful feminine boys of a similar variety. Yet all made her feel welcome, all bound together by their shared love of the mighty Khalida.
But it was not just the lavish lifestyle of the harem that captivated Sarah, it was Khalida herself. Khalida possessed a skill and stamina in the bedroom that left Sarah breathless and satisfied with each encounter. The golden haired human discovered things about herself she had never known before, desires and fantasies she had never dared to explore until now. In Khalida's arms, Sarah felt liberated to embrace her true self, free from judgment.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, she found herself falling deeper in love with Khalida. Together, they forged a bond that transcended the boundaries of culture and tradition, a love that was as boundless as the desert itself.
In Khalida, Sarah had found not only a lover, but a partner, a confidante, and a soulmate. And though she wore a collar with a chain dangling from it, leading to the dusky palm of her new wife, Sarah had never felt more free.
Slave of the Incubai
Caelie finds herself in quite the predicament as she’s taken captive by four Incubai and turned into their lust slave. Will she escape their mind control before their constant feeding on her womanly pleasure kills her? She sure hopes so!
Back with another release! Everyone seems to like corruption and mind control so I got to do this piece for Rakez of their lovely elf, Caelie. She's got herself in a spot of bother with not one but FOUR Incubai!
Also includes a bonus version with text over on my patreon!
Commissioned by: Rakez
Incubai were an incredibly rare find on Azeroth, even after the Legion war. So Caelie certainly had been surprised to encounter four in the same spot all at once. One would think that an incubus starved of pleasure would be an easy target, but in reality it only made them more ravenous and dangerous in equal measure.
It only took one of them to put Caelie under a mind control spell to put their starvation at an end. The elf could see, hear and feel everything they were doing to her, but the mind was blank and warped by the spell. She was a passenger in her own body, an experience unlike anything she had felt before. Even words spoken by her weren’t formed by her own will but pushed into her mind by the spell upon her, she spoke and while it was her voice speaking it wasn’t something she had tried to say.
It wasn’t her flesh they fed upon, but her pleasure. A single incubus could deliver immense pleasure on a woman yet four could leave her in a constant state of ecstasy. This was good for them, the more pleasured and excited she was the more they could feed on that energy. Her womanly pheramones were like a drug to them, simply being near her while they pleasured her endlessly and basked in the radiance of a fertile and aroused female was enough to keep them sated for a long time.
One might think it an incredible fate to be so used, but it is incredibly dangerous. So ravenous are they that the creatures can feed for days, even weeks. A demon may be able to survive that long, but a mortal woman would surely perish before that time. Be it by exhaustion or starvation.
Caelie must break the spell or be rescued before it’s too late!
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.
