Loving Confirmation
Az’s hormonal nature sows some self-image doubts. Yet her beloved wife Vic is quick to remind her why even when she’s heavy with their child, she’s still the most beautiful woman in her eyes.
So this is first for my art! In my 10+ years of making art I've never once featured a pregnant lady so it was certainly an interesting challenge to make it work! Learned a lot but I think I succeeded in making it look both romantic and sexy to appeal to most. Do let me know if I did!
Commissioned by: Maxyo
Vic stirred awake from the sound of creaking floorboards. Not an uncommon sound in a tavern of course, but they were close and coming from the pacing of someone in the room. It was only her and her wife so she turns her head to see what’s going on. Her eyes are filled by the pale and beautiful half naked form of her lover, heavy with their child yet her face wore an expression of concern and a hint of sadness as she looked herself over in a tall mirror.
“Everything alright, love?” Vic asked from her armchair that she had seemingly fallen asleep in. They’d been traveling for a few days after all.
“I feel so… huge and a little gross.” Az said just loud enough for her beloved to hear. “I get why we haven’t made love in a while, who’d even want to when I look like this?” she said rubbing that protruding belly of hers yet still protective of it. She was of course hormonal and easily made emotional at such a stage of her pregnancy. It was bound to happen.
“C’mere.” Vic said immediately, beckoning her wife over to the chair in which she lounged. The firm yet caring tone of her voice caused Az to indeed step away from the taunting of a mirror to head over to her beloved.
Vic settled her palms on the round belly in which her child grew at first, before sliding her hands around to rest on her wife’s hips. “You look as beautiful as you always have to me, Az. With all the traveling I just haven’t had the chance to show you is all. That’s on me.” she says, taking the blame for her lover’s current mind.
Az was speechless, and just as she began to verbally dismiss the idea that Vic had any blame in such a thing, her lover had already began undressing herself. “Vic it’s not-”
The real shock was when Vic’s large dusky cock sprung up between those toned thighs of hers, revealing as strong of an erection as she’d ever had. Perhaps even more so. It twitched and pulsed eagerly at the sight of her pregnant wife and a deep blush settled in on Az’s pale cheeks.
“O-oh my. You’re really not turned off by this?” she asked. A hot flush of excitement washing over the wife as she admired that impressive physique of Vic’s. Words weren’t needed though, actions were loud enough as she found herself relieved of the little clothing she wore before being lovingly tugged into Vic’s lap.
Aztharoth was awash with emotion and excitement as she straddled that large dusky cock of Viconia’s. As the thick dark crown slipped hungrily inside, she knew already she was foolish to have doubted the passion of her wife. She felt a relief fall over her as Vic’s strong hands gently cupped her swollen tummy from beneath, taking the weight of it safely into her own hands to give her wife some freedom from carrying it alone. The cock felt amazing but that relief from the belly weight was blissful in itself.
So comfortable after a night of passionate gentle sex was she, that Az fell asleep in Vic’s lap on the arm chair. Thee weight still supported by those loving hands the whole night to allow her a sound rest that she sorely needed.
Handmaiden Heaven
A normal night for The Baroness, Melody and Lauren. Her two loyal handmaidens and lovers. Not all who serve her do so on equal footing, these two beauties are her most loyal, favored and loved of all.
A normal night for The Baroness, Melody and Lauren. Her two loyal handmaidens and lovers. Not all who serve her do so on equal footing, these two beauties are her most loyal, favored and loved of all.
Melody carefully waved the brush across the pristine nails of the hand she very carefully held in her own palm, being absolutely precise in the application of the nail polish. It was important and thankfully it was something she had done countless times before for the woman she served. She didn’t do it so carefully for fear of punishment though, she did it carefully because she wanted her mistress to receive her perfect attention as she truly believed she deserved it.
“Ugh. That I should have to make an appearance at this damnable noble party and not even be able to bring my girls. It’s going to be dreadfully boring.” Penelope rolled her eyes, looking at herself in the mirror. Admiring her radiant beauty so very vainly and full of vanity for herself. She looked incredible and she knew it. Her eyes darted over to the reflection of Melody. “And what will you two be doing while I’m gone, hm?”
“Waiting for you to get back, mistress.” Melody replies with a kindly yet very sincere smile. Indeed they would be waiting, for without her both her handmaidens felt entirely useless. They were at her side at almost all times, ever ready to serve her with unwavering doting loyalty. Not just as handmaidens, but as her two personal lovers. They were no common rabble slaves that slept in cells in the dungeons like many others. No, they were elevated above them and in direct service within the inner circle of The Baroness herself. None were closer to her than them.
Penelope smiled at her, briefly turning the hand she was having the nails painted of over to give Melody a stroke under her chin. “Good girl. Ensure the two of you are ready for my return, I will not be spending any longer among those suited apes in Stormwind than I need to.” she announces, turning her hand over again to let Melody continue her task.
“Yes Mistress!” Melody said.
“Myeff Miffstreff!” Another voice said, lower down and muffled between the legs of the Baroness.
Lauren, her other handmaiden, had originally been helping Penelope pick some shoes to go with her outfit. That was until The Baroness had gripped the ponytail of her silver-white hair, pushed her fancy noble dress aside at the front and guided the girl’s face directly between her thighs.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Lauren.” Penelope said with a tug of her hair. For several minutes Penelope had been pressing her womanhood to those plush lips of her handmaiden, even hungrily gyrating her hips in a downward manner to push Lauren’s tongue deeper between her moistened lips. The handmaiden may have controlled her own tongue, but the mistress’ hand was leveraging that ponytail like a handlebar, guiding and dragging her head to where she wanted it to be.
“Mistress, won’t you be late to the event? We wouldn’t want you to be late because of us.” Melody asks as she works her way down the nail of another finger with the little brush.
“Mhm, that’s my plan. Never arrive early to an event, Melody-dear. All the real guests show up when they please. Besides, the later I show up the less time I have to spend there.” She says with a sideways look down at Melody with a wink and a smile.
Melody blushes a little from the wink and the sage advice from a woman who simply oozed an aura of cool and confidence. She didn’t know how she did it, the raven haired handmaiden would spend hours fussing about something she had to attend, unable to relax even the night before. That was just how her mind worked, she guessed.
More time passed and at last her nails were done, expertly so. Penelope inspects them over with a firm nod of approval before turning to her handmaidens who stood at attention behind her. Melody was eager to see what she thought, before a beaming smile filled her dark lips at the approving nod. Lauren meanwhile, had an aching jaw and exhausted tongue from the lengthy period of eating her mistress’s pussy. She’d not had a moment to clean up either, judging by the moistness on her nose, lips and chin from the deed. She looked happy though.
“Right darlings, I’m off to this bloody event. You two relax and enjoy yourselves. Come, give mistress a kiss now.” she says with a parting tone in her voice.
Melody and Lauren scamper over to the tall goddess of a woman, each one taking their turn to kiss their shared lover’s lips. They had the night off from their duties, yet both would be eagerly awaiting The Baroness’ return all the same.
Girlfriend Experience
Caelie invites Lori to the royal bath house in Uldum to share some one on one time in the waters. Eager to see how it would feel to be Lori's girlfriend, she requests Lori give her a sexy romantic good time.
Phew, just made it before the end of the month. ~Wipes off sweat~
This one was a real pleasure to make and I'm especially pleased with how the water and lighting turned out in it. Two of my regular commissioners together in the same image again, it was bound to happen! The story for this one is Caelie invites Lori to a bathhouse to experience what it would be like to be her girlfriend. So we doin' it romantic stylez (thats style with a z so its cooler.)
Commissioned by: @Alzu_Darkveil
Caelie hadn’t been entirely sure if Lori would accept her invitation to join her at the royal bath house in Uldum, especially since she knew Lori had a girlfriend. Yet Lori did indeed show up as she said she would.
“You’re sure it’s okay that you’re here?” Caelie asks. “I don’t wish to cause problems.”
“Caelie, I love my girlfriend very much and we have a very open relationship.” Lori assures her, wading through the water towards the smaller Elf. “Besides, I don’t recall you being so shy when you had my cock between your lips in the vault infirmary.” she says with a cheeky grin.
Caelie couldn’t take her eyes off her, Lori was an impressive woman. A tall and muscular warden who looked absolutely stunning. And it was especially hard to ignore the base of her impressive cock as it peeked above the water line attached to those mighty hips. The smaller elf hadn’t even realized she had been backing up with each mighty step forward Lori took, but she soon realized when she felt the bump of a bath house pillar behind her.
Lori placed a hand on the pillar, resting her forearm against it just above Caelie’s head as she leaned in close to her. “Well, you got me all to yourself Caelie. What do you think we should do now?” the pink-skinned elf says with a smirk. Looming over the smaller elf with a clear dominant presence. She knew what Caelie wanted but she wanted to hear her say it.
Caelie blushed, biting her bottom lip a little as her eyes cast downward at the fat pink cock with it’s length was still hidden below the surface of the water. It was even crowned with a gold ring around the base. Lori was doing some ogling of the goods too, her eyes were looking down that tight, slim and curvy form of Caelie’s with even less subtlety than she was.
“If I was Val, how would you take me?” Caelie asks with a smile of her own.
Lori chuckles at that. Before her palm slips down over Caelie’s rear and down the back of her thigh. She grabs it, lifting her leg up on one side and then doing the same with the other leg until Caelie’s entirely lifted out of the water, her back pressed against the pillar she had bumped into.
Caelie wraps her arms around Lori’s neck, holding on to those tight firm shoulder muscles as she feels the taller Elf hold her by her ass. Caelie didn’t have nearly enough ass to be Val of course, those soft caked up cheeks didn’t quite spill over the edges of Lori’s palms and fingers like her beloved girlfriend’s did, but it was still a very nice ass to hold onto all the same as she closed in between her legs.
Lori’s cock had woken up now too, and as she presses it against Caelie’s eager nethers she smirks at her. “The girlfriend experience, eh? You got it.”
Caelie didn’t know it yet, but it took quite a woman. One of Val’s particular skill to be able to handle an Elf lover like Lori everyday. She asked for the girlfriend experience though, so she’d let her know just how that felt.
Beach Bum
Val's summer vacation gets rudely interrupted by Gara'ha who decides to meddle her way back into the unlucky elf's backdoor some beam bum fun! There's no escaping Orcs for the unlucky druid!
Oof sorry for the long break between releases! The War Within came out and I've been enjoying playing the game again (if you can believe that!) Catching up on my comms queue right now then I'd like to do some fun TWW themed content too.
After all, Val's got a bountiful delve and it's worth exploring hm? Gara sure thinks so.
(FULL SIZE 4k + NO BRANDING versions - Available exclusively to patrons here!)
COMMISSIONED BY: Devastate
Val blinks as a pair of dusky brown feet appear in front of her, she lifts her sunglasses and peers up at the source to settle her white luminous eyes on a familiar face indeed, a look of disbelief dawns over her pale features at the sight. A Mag'har Orc looming over her, arms folded and as equally naked as the beautiful Druid. She was smirking down at her with the smuggest of expressions, her large brown cock twitching at the view of the sunbathing elf.
"Well hello again my chubby bunny elf. I don't think I've seen you since... The Dragon Isles?" she says with a shit-eating grin - she remembered it of course, she had spent three days fucking and musking' up a stank of sex inside that small tent in the Ohn'ahran Plains with Val. It was a fond memory indeed. "I might not have spotted you on this beach if not for that fat ass of yours popping out of the sand." she chuckles deviously as she admires the very plump ass indeed.
"You again? How do we keep crossing paths!?" Val groans out, cursing the sheer lack of luck to run into this Orc yet again. "You know your little stunt in the plains got me captured by Gnolls. It was two weeks before adventurers freed me from being their breeding matron!" she says with a pout of disapproval.
Val protests a little more than she needs to about the Gnoll situation. She hadn't entirely hated it as she let on but she wasn't about to let this damned thorn of an Orc know that.
"Heh, my bad. But hey! You don't look any worse for wear out here sunbathing. And besides..." Gara quickly steps over and gets down onto her knees behind Val, she moves pretty quick for a big muscular Orc of her size. She very quickly has her impressive dusky cock slapped against and hotdogging Val's rear. "Ooo yeah it's way fatter. Look at the size of it!" she says, slapping Val's chubby round rump.
Val squirms a bit, but with Gara kneeling and pinning on the back of her legs she's not going anywhere. "It's not fat! Get off me you brute!" she says in protest and no small amount of denial.
"I'd say cut back on the buns, Val. But I love this look for you~" Gara growls approvingly, her fat brown cock poking and prodding up against Val's inviting backdoor with eager intent. Then like she's been invited, she plunges it deeply inside that familiar and welcoming ass right down to the base in a single thrust. Enjoying the jiggle of that elven rump from the momentum of her motion. "Nngff... still so easy to fuck yet so tight still!" she moans in a husky voice.
Val lets out a moan of her own, perhaps unexpectedly from the deed of being plunged into so suddenly. She balls up handfulls of sand as she feels the Orc invade her as she had many times before. "Ah! F-...rick!" she cries out. "Curse you, Orc! I'm on vacation!" she protests.
Gara begins to aggressively pump her muscular hips, shoving everything she's got into Val's snug hole and throwing caution to the wind. It was the famous Orcmeat elf after all, she was an expert on being fucked by huge Orcs!
"Hey I'm on vacation too. Right now I'm exploring your fat rump, chubby bunny!" Gara chuckled mischievously again, swatting her palm across the rear and leaving a few marks on it in the process.
Val sighed, with an eye roll and an audible groan at the Orc's terrible joke.
It seemed her vacation had been cut short.
Spear of Elune
As a Spear of Elune, Loriandra is blessed with a sacred duty to help the Kaldorei society recover from times of great loss and war. With the blessing of Elune that her and others like her carry, she takes to sacred breeding pools to do her part.
Lori is back and this time she's solo! They gave me a lovely pose to use for this piece and I just had to take it and add my own flair and set building to it. I think you'll agree that Lori looks delicious both in her semi and full mast versions eh!
Commissioned by: Loriandra
Loriandra is one of many Kaldorei women blessed from birth with the beauty of a Kaldorei female yet carrying the male appendage between their legs. Their society considers this mix a blessing directly from Elune and titles such individuals as 'Spears of Elune'.
Tasked with replenishing the population of Kaldorei society following moments of great loss or war in addition to their normal lives, it is not uncommon for the Spears of Elune to lay with countless women of their people and father many children. Especially as they're well known for their extreme virility compared to the men of their kind.
Following the tragedy of Teldrassil, Lori is called up to attend the breeding halls. A sacred place where she will lay with countless Kaldorei women in the sacred blessed waters of life giving. A candle is lit for every new soul born from the breeding halls and Lori has contributed many new candles in her duty~
Ecstasy of Gold
Caelie’s beauty can only be afforded by the most wealthy of folk willing to shower her in gold to get between those legs. You might even need to have the endless wealth of a Zandalari Merchant Lord to bed such a beauty~
Another release for you as I experiment with a couple of new techniques and stuff for my art. Do let me know if you like how my last two images have looked~
Commissioned by: Rakez
Caelie's arms squeezed around the pillow beneath her head as she braced against the eager thrusts of the Zandalari Merchant Lord behind her. Her beauty had entranced him, pushed him to offer more and more amounts of gold to have her to himself.
"What ya' gonna do with all that coin then, sweet gal?" Rah'go asked with an approving growl to his voice, he slowed his thrusts as his three prong palms squeezed the wonderful ass cheeks of the Elven beauty beneath him. His slow yet still very deep thrusts were to allow her the breath in her lungs to reply to his intrigue.
"Not sure, I guess that will be part of the fun of spending it." she says with a smile, her blue eye flicking to the corner of her turned head to look back at him.
"Mhm. Ya sure I can't convince ya' to give this up n' come be ma' wife? Ya'd live like a Zandalari princess. Wantin' for nothin’. You’d just have to get used to havin’ me inside ya every day.” Rah’go said with a chuckle, his thick dusky blue digits sinking into the flesh of her hips and rump, kneading them in a circular fashion as that fat elven rump amused him endlessly.
”Sorry Rah’go, I’m just not the kind of girl one can tie down for long.” She playfully replied, arching her back inward giving him plenty to admire from his perspective. It was better this way anyway, he might grow bored of her if he could have her whenever he wanted. This way made her able to dictate when she was bedded by him and certainly not without paying a small fortune every time he wanted his mitts on her.
“Ya highly addictive, you know, gal? Like the most dangerous of drugs. Ya know how to keep ‘em coming back for more.” the Zandalari Merchant Lord admitted with an approving shake of his head. He rolled that thick thumb of his against her back entrance with one hand while sprinkling several gold coins over the bed and the elf herself with the other. It was an entirely indulgent and shameless scene of paid sex with a high class whore and gross wealth use.
By the time the morning rolled in, the bed was covered in gold coins and the air of the room was thick with moisture of repeat and elongated all night fucking in the temperate climate of Zandalar.
It was an ecstasy of gold.
Costa Del Cation
On the beaches of Zuldazar, Valnoressa soaks up the sun on that beautiful thick body of hers as she enjoys the Zandalari heat. ts just sun, sea, sand and being naked for the young druid.
This is a special image as it was never meant to be seen by anyone but one person. Knightlord kindly and very generously helped me get my new pc to replace my ten year old one earlier this year and one of the special things about it was that he’d get an exclusive, signed pin-up of Val just for himself and also has the project file which is something I never give to anyone. So while you lot will never see the signed version, you can appreciate the art I made for him!
Thanks Knight <3
On the beaches of Zuldazar, Valnoressa soaks up the sun on that beautiful thick body of hers as she enjoys the Zandalari heat and does absolutely nothing. She thinks she’s earned a little vacation and a chance to be part of nature in a place she’s rarely been. Its just sun, sea, sand and being naked for the young druid.
A perfect summer.
The Warden's Birthday
In all her ten thousand years, Aethera has never enjoyed three beautiful femboys at the same time. Something Zozu ratifies when he invites his good friends Ri'lael and Saran to join him in celebrating her b-day!
A few releases still coming including a couple of commissions! But I hope you’ll enjoy a triple threat of my most beautiful boi characters with the mighty Aethera. In all her ten thousand years, Aethera has never enjoyed three beautiful femboys at the same time. Something Zozu ratifies when he invites his good friends Ri'lael and Saran to join him in celebrating the Kaldorei MILF's birthday!
Even a stoic woman like Aethera couldn't help but visibly smile as she found herself the center of attention of three beautiful feminine boys. She wasn't quite sure how she'd lucked into this particular arrangement but she certainly wasn't complaining. She'd always held a fondness for beautiful boys, it was inexplicable to her really, they were just so delicate and cute that they made for fun bedfellows in spite of their shortcomings.
She reached her right arm backwards to grope the rear of the very spirited Elf boy behind her. He wasn't endowed enough to actually penetrate the large rear of the tall amazon-esque Elf woman he humped eagerly from behind. Saran was his name, he was one of Zozu's friends along with the Troll boy Ri'lael.
Saran's arms were wrapped around the strong midriff of Aethera as his little hips humped so very quickly at the firm yet full asscheeks of the Warden, his cock sandwiched between the mounds providing him the pleasure he sought even if he wasn't actually penetrating. Everytime he began to slow down or tucker out, Aethera would give him a firm smack on the rear and peer down at him as his head popped out from around her side with a dominant expectant gaze - it always worked, it sent those hips humping like a rabbit again.
Her eyes then flicked to the blue-skinned troll boy, Ri'lael, who seemed obsessed with her matronly chest. The lad had barely parted those lips from her tits since meeting her. He was a delicate thing, a little shy and clearly not used to the company of a strong woman. Or any woman for that matter. He hung on Aethera's every word too, mezmerized by her strong aura. She didn't know it yet, but she's awaken to him suckling her breast the following morning.
Then her gaze turned to Zozu, her beloved boyfriend and servant. Seemingly the only Orc and Male permitted daily access to the Vault of the Wardens for his role. His face was buried up between those tits, looking lovingly up at her as his little cock penetrated her pussy from the front. He too was humping away like a horny pup, unable to really please the woman he was with but still so doting and eager to try.
She silently enjoyed the amusement of the boy's chatting as they doted on her.
"How'd you score such a milf girlfriend, Zozu!" Saran, inquired as bluntly as ever.
"I guess I'm just lucky. She's so pretty isn't she? And strong! Don't you think so Ri'lael?" he asked, beaming happily up at her.
"Mmffnngfff~" Ri'lael replied, a mouthful of Elf tit in his mouth.
A very happy birthday awaited Aethera, and the day was only getting started.
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.