Wild By Nature
Written by Valnoressa | Art Comissioned by Loriandra | Animation/Art by ColonelYobo
January 2011, One month after the Cataclysm.
Loriandra playfully sank her fangs into the length of Val’s ear as she leaned in over her from above. For a human it might have been quite uncomfortable for the sharp pinch of a Kaldorei fang to apply pressure in such a place, but among Kaldorei it was normal and quite pleasurable for them. Val’s own fangs found themselves sinking into her lips from the act, the buxom druid softly exhaling from the pinch.
“I can’t believe my favorite sister is going to be leaving on some pilgrimage. It’ll be weird not having you around.” Lori expressed longingly, her form pressed against the back of Val’s own as they lay stacked atop one another in an entwined embrace of naked flesh. The scent of the forest around them filling their lungs with the natural comfort of the wilds that both were so deeply attuned to.
“It’s not a pilgrimage, it’s just missionary work. The cataclysm has left many in need and –“ Val began to reply, though her words were cut short by Lori’s mimicking voice.
“- and we all have a duty to help those who cannot help themselves.” She said with a chuckle, finishing Val’s sentence for her to remind her how often she had heard the answer. “Yes, I know. But you’re too kind for this world, Vallie. They don’t deserve you.” Lori added, her words honest and from the heart. She punctuated them with a pecked kiss on Val’s shoulder.
“Ah, and you’d argue you deserve me more. Hm?” Val jested sharply in return. Her response prompting a more dominant retort from Loriandra in the form of a firm but playful smack to Val’s famously plump backside. Val let a small moaned grunt fall from her lips at the gesture.
“Well maybe a little.” Loriandra admitted anyway, chuckling. “I’d go with you if I could, but it’s not quite the time for me to leave this place.” She added, doing little to mask the disappointment in her voice.
Val sensed her regrets, attempting to lift the mood she wiggled from her front onto her back. Remaining underneath Loriandra she met her fellow sister’s gaze directly. “Well that’s why we’re here Lori! I promised you a whole day of fun and we’re hours from sundown still. If you’re not up to the task I can always head back to the village and find that Worgen who asked me out to finish the job.” She said with a sly smirk, her fangs poking free with a smugness she knew would work on Loriandra. She’d not have an ounce of bad feeling on this day.
“Oh you cheeky little-!” Loriandra exclaimed as she pulled Val and rolled through the long grass with her in a playful wrestle. The pair laughed and grappled until Lori pinned Val from above once more. She peered down at her beautiful companion with a gentle smile, her fingers sliding between Val’s own as she held her hands at either side of her head intimately.
Their gleeful chuckles and horsing around faded as they regarded one another from their respective top and bottom positions with a blush of desire and a silent gaze of lust. Lori leaned down to push her lips against the druid beneath her, feeling her return the gesture eagerly. Lips parted for the invitation of tongues as well, the pair locked in a passionate kiss as Val raised her knees and spread her legs around Loriandra’s firm and toned form. Val crossed them over around her waist and gently pulled those strong hips into her, inviting the large and very erect pink shaft inside her.
A symphony of shared pleasure moans and flesh against flesh rang through the forest near their village. Lori’s hip pumps were deliberate and deep, reaching far but angled to rub deeply against Val’s inner walls with intent to pleasure. She was no vile Satyr or Demon like the ones that had locked that collar around her neck, she wanted Val’s pleasure just as much as her own.
Lori thought back on that time that Val had been enslaved to that Satyr for two years, how everyone had searched for Lorlathil’s favored daughter, including her, but none were successful. How Val had endured rape and humiliation at the hands of such fel loving scum. The fact that Val was even willing to have sex with anyone after that was a testament to her strength of body and mind. If anyone deserved to be pleasured and appreciated it was her and Lori always made sure of that in their encounters.
In spite of this, Val was as selfless in the bedroom as she was anywhere else in her life. She’d pull in Lori’s hips with her hands and her legs wrapped around her, inviting her deeper inside to give her more pleasure. This eagerness to pleasure each other usually ended up with the pair climaxing together and usually very quickly too.
Today was no different, Lori’s hips powered quickly towards her lustful end. The edging had grown so desperate that she simply had to let it go this time, a sentiment Val shared as she spread wider to let that pink shaft go as deep as it dared.
Lori felt the rising feeling in her cock coming to a head. A growing build up slipping up the shaft as it pulsed and twitched towards the edge again, though this time with finality.
“Ah! Ah! Val.. I’m gonna come! I’m pulling out!” Lori cried out as she barrelled desperately towards that pleasureful ending. As she teetered on the edge though, she felt her attempt to pull out denied by Val’s wrapped legs around her.
“No! Inside! Please... ahh~!” Val moaned out in reply, her legs locked around Lori and weren’t budging for anything. Val may not be a fighter, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have the natural strength of her Kaldorei kind. She could use that strength when she needed to.
There was no time for Lori to disagree as she finally fell over that edge, her large salmon colored shaft spluttering out rope after rope of her seed inside her dear friend. Deeply and intimately she had shot her load into Val and while in the euphoric moment she didn’t care that she was potentially putting a baby in her friend. The realization quickly followed in the come down though.
“Val! What have we done? You could get pregnant – you should have let me pull out.” Lori said as she peered down at Val, a concerned look on her face. Yet the one looking back at her was coming down off her own orgasm high and looking not even remotely concerned.
“You can relax, dear sister. I am unable to procreate because of the satyr’s cursed collar. I figured it out when Talrus Wintershadow from the leather working shop did it inside ten times over the course of three months.” She said with a smile, nodding firmly as if she had very clearly given this quite some extensive research.
“Oh I see. Well that’s good then? Kind of...” Lori was confused, of course it was horrible that she couldn’t procreate with that immovable collar, but it also had that pretty big benefit that seemed to benefit them both in this moment. Her train of thought was derailed by the realization of her words however. “Wait, you fucked Talrus the leather worker? He’s like seven and half thousand years old!” she exclaimed, peering down at Val with a stare of bewilderment.
Val chuckled, blushing a little. “What can I say, I like an experienced Elven man in the bedroom sometimes.”
Lori’s bewildered look turned to one of mischief as she regarded Val in a slightly different light. A fang poked free over her lip as she spoke. “Well if that old pervert got to do it inside ten times, then I’m gonna do it 10 more times so I’m ahead of him by one! Hope you didn’t have plans later, Val!” She said with determination in her voice, her pink shaft prodding against Val’s pussy as it hinted at another round to follow so soon after the previous.
“Only eleven?” Val said with a jesting smirk again, sending the pair into a playful wrestle of laughs and joy once more. The warmth of the sun turning a darker orange as it began to sink behind the trees over the forest. Yet for Val & Lori, the night was still young.