Vixen Writer

Clatter of the bone echoed throughout the Ruvas Forest as another bone creation met its end, shattered into pieces and returned to the earth, just as it should be. Storm of black strands followed as she turned with swift pirouette.

Rays of moonlight kept company to the separated thickets of grass in the shade of darkened fern as she slid across the long trampled flowerbeds, swept hilt danced in her wrist and the blade soon followed, sending another creature into nothingness.

Shanoa’s retracted her blade from the fleshless opponent and sheathed it, throwing her gaze across the remnants, drowning in the muddy ground. Albus has gone to the Prison Island and she was the one to find him.

She would bring the Dominus back to Barlowe and become the bearer, it was her destiny to destroy Dracula and nothing would stand in her way for longer than she would allow it to. People would never again fear the midnight.

Tapping lightly the heels of her footwear, she ensured that most of the muck will fall off. “Damned wretches.” Had it not been for the overly jealous pupil, she would long ago be on her way to release the nations from their fear and her memories would lay unscratched.

And solely because of the foolish pup she was now forced to tread across the mireful forest, between the rotting corpses and remnants of what stood in her way, unable to contain the massive bust that swung with every step.

Following the traitor's trail, she guested in the eastern monastery and fell into the banshee trap. She managed to deal with the petty danger the ghosts posed but not before she was cursed, damned to never wear a bra again.

Shaona obviously attempted to break the curse with use of her glyphs but it backfired in a negative feedback loop, before she managed to react her breasts grown at least two sizes.

Had Barlowe specifically not tell her to spare his life, boy would bleed out onto her heels. The very memory of this man sent chilling anger flowing through her veins like a cold river.

With two glyphed rapiers, she descended deeper into Ruvas, fed by anger and fiery resolve to have her revenge in one way or another.

Two unlucky necromancers got into her way and their indecent gazes only fueled the blaze of anger inside her, Shanoa saw eyes locked on her raging tits.

But it was her bust that ultimately doomed them, barely keeping up cloth and massive areolas breaking through fabric made them underestimate her, she carried out the final blows before battle could even truly begin.

The canal that would allow her to reach Prison Isle was not far, she could feel the cold wind traversing from the far east, engulfing her body,  soothing the skin and bestowing every of her breasts with a small tent as both nipples stiffened, hard as stone.

Partially rotten leaves rustled under her feet as she strolled, surprisingly undisturbed by anything else than a mild mizzle from the sky, which brought no effect on her nor the stiffened chest.

Black as moonless night nails held watch on the hilt of her Confodere, the silence, however respite granting, was unfit for the forest infected with countless living dead and wretched outcasts.

Her memory could be gone, yet the purity of her mind would not waver even in the darkest of times, there was simple, yet dreadful in nature explanation. Whenever a land so lethal and destructive in nature was devoid of visible threat, danger much worse was lurking in the shadows.

Unquivering alertous attitude was a product of what still lingered in her, knowing how effortless it lied to reduce all of her adversaries into a lifeless pile, she was well ensured of her position in the forest. She was the predator, not the prey.

Crescent sky watcher motionlessly guided her towards the canal, atmosphere grew colder with every step she took and without constant need to carry out the embrace of netherworlds on her enemies, her travel gained momentum what pleased her to no end.

A star blinked to her, something that common folk from nearby villagers often took for a bad omen but she couldn’t bother to care about something as trivial, therefore when her gaze fell upon a body lying near an lonely pine, Shaona felt no fear.

She neared the ancient trunk and rested her hand on timework bark, examining the corpse of a young woman, who, judging by the face, couldn’t see more than twenty winters. Raven haired heroine knelt over the body and examined it closely.

“No wounds. Minor bruises but nothing that could prove lethal.” Snow white fingers caressed the pale neck. “No traces on the neck either. Pallor mortis already kicked in.” The body wasn’t fresh but no traces of rot were to be seen yet. ”Can’t have more than few days given recent downpour that lasted just until tomorrow.”

Obsidian fingernails lowered themselves running across the bare, minor chest of the woman. Her robe was torn into pieces, however, leather footwear and fabric coif were untouched. “Whoever did this was clearly interested in only one of her parts.”

For a regular it screamed of rape but Shanoa had a feeling that it did not fit into the puzzle, the area was too far out into the forest, none of the villagers would have the courage to step as deep for any sort of purpose, neither drag a body on such distance.

“Just what killed you, sleeping beauty?” Vigilante grasped the golden strands of unlucky prey into her fingers, considering the multiplying possibilities. Flawless forehead frowned as her eye suddenly catched a bizzare red trace on victim’s skin, barely visible under the thicket of blond hair.

“No wounds and..” Her hand skyrocketed into the air, Confodere emerged in a split of a second and found the resistance, just as Shanoa thrusted deeper and then slid away, allowing the red mass of flesh to fall onto the ground.

Watching as it writhed in the ground, she sheathed her weapon and gave an amused smile, slowly moving back and nearing her prey. Green, lonely eye stared at her in final hours of monstrosity’s life and she only stomped it with her heel in the last disrespect.

“No matter your advantage” It left her throat with almost pitiful tone as she stared at the wretched creation with merciless disdain in eyes.

Nominon. A minor demon in the size of an adult man bearing resemblance to a floating squid, yet with much more tender body and only two long tentacles stretching from the head dreadfully adorned with one massive, sickly green eye.

“No wonder this area is empty” Quiet voice escaped from between her lips as she raised lifeless corpse on her heel. Nominons weren't just silent but their very existence carried no noise with itself; due to their strange connectivity to the wicked realm there was no sound even when the body tossed itself across the ground.

Attacking from the above, floating meatbulbs would attach themselves to heads of unsuspecting victims and turn their mind into a muck, messing with the thoughts and eventually leaving them drained as mindless husks.

With the rapier by her her waist, Shanoa turned on her heel with satisfaction and sent her queen jugs into wild jiggle, being done with putting her time to waste. Attempting to take her first step from two different corpses she felt a resistance on her foot.

A glossy, water covered leaf wrapped itself across her foot, slowly becoming tense and growing in force. “Un-” It wasn't given to her to finish the sentence as momentarily Shanoa was flying across the meadow and smashed against ruined tree bark.

Grand funbags jumped up from the impact, left wiggling up and down for the next seconds as she struggled with blurry vision left after the spine breaking collision, softened only by her plump bottom cheeks.

Une. A treacherous forest predator imposing a harmless weed to bait unaware prey and then uncover itself as massive, living chaparral of leaves and vines.

Shanoa regained her sense even before the dance of her tits was over, with feline swiftness turning the grasping foliage into shreds and dashing away to land in low knee position.

“Vegetable trash..” At usual, she would simply make her exit at such point but the wetness under her sock and onyxian stiletto left in the whirling vines convinced her to do otherwise.

“I am not making my way to that brat barefoot, you useless weed.” Raven haired maiden took off her other heel, fighting in two was well known to her, one was far too unstable.

Secondary glyph shined in left palm and within no time two rapiers rested in her hands, alabaster and waiting. “So I am going to put you where you belong, back to the salad.”

Une brandished it's grown-in means of combat and freezed for a moment, relying solely on smell and touch, it couldn't tell whether Shanoa was still near.

Eccelsian warrior waited for her moment, with rear of her robe ruined and spots of creamy flesh escaping through the expanding holes of ripped fabric. With cold bite on the wind on her ass, she launched back towards her enemy to regain her footwear.

Une could not anticipate her return in any manner, she dashed freely and then gracefully halted just before a silvery frond and cut it with hellish satisfaction, effortlessly ducking benath the oncoming assault of her opponent.

Engulfing herself in elegant dance, she shortened her enemy with every move, slowly advancing towards the cerise bulb in heart of the plant, core of the unholy being which had to be destroyed in order to banish the floral spirit.

Mere meter away from her target, Shanoa frowned, feeling rumble of ground beneath her foot as black wool coated heel crushed withered leaves. Dirt exploded before her eyes as she crossed her twin Confoderes to block the hickory roots that sent her into air.

“You old bastard.” Snarling, she took a momentary respite while hanging in the air, hearing a familiar ripping of the fabric and suddenly spotting an expanding crack on the cover of her own front, seconds before the fabric prison of her bust ripped away.

Large areolas bursted out into the freedom, nipples in the shade of sunbathed rose petals stood proudly as her rich tits hanged from her chest, staring into the black night, swinging back and forth.

Having her advisor fully beneath her, she was blinded by the titanic tits obscuring her vision, rendering Shanoa unable to deflect the next tendril that wrapped around her ankle and tossed down, flatly into the shadow water puddle, a remnant of past downpours.

Raven haired daughter twitched on the ground and rised, spitting out dirty water and unpurposely shaking her front, allowing the layer of wet mud to fall off and unbury one of rosy nipples.

Within split of a second she noticed the oncoming tendril, unable to focus her mind and delve into the power of her glyphs, Shaona only grasped the elongated flower in her hands, feeling as sickly luscious scent of fuschia shaded flower reached her nose.

Clenching her teeth, she drowned in effort to keep the vivid in colours floral organ from herself, obsidian nails became gradually engulfed with the syrupy nectar of cerise shade, fingers sank in puffy blossom as Une’s reproductive floret relentlessly pushed forward, nearing her face.

Maiden’s breath grew ragged and shallow, restless as overwhelmingly delightful scent filled her nostrils, clogging it desirefully and delivering a sensation of unnamable heat inside shapely body.

“Back.. off..” Uttering hopeless words, she felt unending wave of saliva entering her mouth and long before the flower was a mere inch away from her face, she drooled against her own will, her insides awaiting the arrival of blissful organ.

Lacking traction, her fingers slowly allowed slimy tendril to press against her lips and block her nose, forcing to breathe solely with it’s mind melting nectar. Clogged with liquified felicity she was denied breath.

She fought relentlessly to not spread her lips, her cheeks gradually turning more and more red with every second as she refused to breathe, shuddering as the cold, wet grasp of leaves soon began to take over her body.

Vines and foliage creeped up her thighs, Shaona let out a muffed squeak and and sapphire eyes wavered as slippery tendrils ran against her ladyparts, squeezing into the forcefully created cameltoe and rubbing across the very entrance to her sacred spot.

Beleaguered, she could not fight endlessly and finally spread her lips in order to take a deep breath and soon squinted eyes in mild annoyance as the sticky organ jumped into her mouth, claiming it’s as property of the Une.

But it wouldn’t last long till her expression melted into an unwilling bliss and thoughts became unclear as her brain could only think of the delicious, thick nectar that filled her mouth.

Momentarily grown drunk with what resided in her mouth, she could only try and taste how it feels, extending her tongue in a slow manner and then running it across the fleshy organ, experiencing the taste of carnal pleasure.

It soon pushed deeper, vast and swollen in it’s nature. Flowery base covered her face, granting it a shining coat of golden dust as her throat was turned into a warmth provider for a thick, vivid organ.

Swollen and sticky, it retracted from her innermost parts, leaving a trail of oozing liquid that slowly flowed into her stomach. Shanoa choked and coughed, spitting out some of her nectar tainted saliva.

Taking a hold in her glued mouth, it allowed her to breath, rapidly and raggedly, her body was thrown into drugged state of heat flowing through her veins and seeding deeply between clenched legs.

Pink, wet and stiff from chilling water nipples now radiated with heat capable of melting icebergs, raven haired mistress let out a muffled moan as cold leaves tightened around her crotch, slipping into the tight crack between her rearquarters and laying a cold kiss upon the entrance to her upper hole.

With mind reduced to a wet goop, she could only let out a mild whine when the vines decided to explore more of her insides, creeping under obsidian thong and slowly rising the thin strand of fabric.

A hopeless moan left her lips once more as the pressure on her underwear was slowly rising, cloth digging between the lips of her lower entrance and stimulating the overly sensitive insides.

Finally as her panties have dug deep into oveflowing ladyparts, it broke and softly fell onto the cold mud, showing off the pink, virgin hole and tight, flawlessly unused ass.

She panted deeply as she flowery organ left her mouth for a short while, forming countless strings of drugful saliva between it and her blushed face.

“You damned..” Shanoa whined as her ass now lied sticked up into the sky and mind couldn't get rid of the swollen, delicious flowery cock.

Tendrils soon creeped through her grand bust, making its way between oversized udders and advancing across her ladyparts, forcing out a continuous, helpless whine as the dripping ladyparts left a shining trail across the green surface.

“O-Oh fuck…” She bitten her lip as the massive, nectar covered organ began to pulsate and rise in width, swelling to the size of her own, plump thigh and rubbing against her own upper hole, lubricating it in cerise syrup.

Shanoa's fingers clenched into a fist as flowery top began to make its way in, remolding the tiny, virgin asshole in its own image and turning her into a floran cocksleeve.

Smashing her first against the muddy ground, she hissed through clenched teeth as log sized, flowery dick rammed its way in. “T-Too big. .too big. Stop you fucking..”

A pathetic squeal left her lips as the plant continued filling her rear, bit by bit destroying it and leaving a six inch wide tunnel in its advance, suddenly getting stuck as it was already halfway in.

Snow white chin of Shanoa's was pressed into the ground as she lied with red face, feeling the increasing pressure of cerise cock annihilating her asshole. “Stop stop, you're breaking…”

Her eyes slowly rolled as pressure of loggy, thick flowery cock reached its peak, just to soon go glassy for a short while as entirety of the plant's organ suddenly broke into her ass as a whole.

She breathed heavily in a battered manner and drooled onto the muddy terrain as her nails dug into the ground, the green tendril began to slowly pull back from her body, partly dragging her with itself.

It separated from her body for a short while. leaving the drugged and broken maiden on the ground with a massive with plump bottom bestowed with a nectar filled, destroyed six inch wide gape.

Flowery cock soon returned and rammed into her once more, beginning to move in motion and slam her asshole repeatedly in a slow, heavy manner.

Gushing slaps would pushed back and forth as her insides twitched around the cerise plant dick, tightening with every impalement.

With the edge of her eye she spotted something in the air, scarlet floating object in the air, slowly approaching her with slimy, fleshy tentacles.

“Fuck.. Not..” Drooling and with ravaged asshole she tried to crawl forward and escape the looming doom but the plump, fat asscheeks were too large to slip from the tangled tendrils, keeping her huge bottom immobilized and with it, her entire body.

She tried to push onwards, squeezing the fleshy rear more and more between tendrils as it wiggled with each slam that ravaged her ass.

“No.. no, no.. Fuck off to hell you came from.. ..” She uttered helplessly as another Nominion slowly attached to her head. “Fuck.. Off..” Shanoa pleaded for the last time as soon her face was sucked into the enormous flesh bulb.

Within few seconds she felt as something invaded her ears, making its way to her brain and stripping her off control over her own body, turning her into a doll to the monsters

Floating demon began to gradually, chunk by chunk swallow her further. Colossal breasts slid across the mud, soon to be seen only as a vast bulge under the red flesh of Nominon.

Her belly followed, repeatedly hosting a massive bulge as the plant continued to fill her ass, the demon stopped only near her crotch.

It raised into the sky, holding helpless body as the flowery cock followed, repeatedly slamming her ass as she hanged from the sky, setting the bouncing ass in motion.

Muffled moans were to be heard as the monster began to feed, sucking out her thoughts and squeezing her body everytime with it.

Unable to focus as all of her delicious, rational thought were being eaten by the monster, she could only grow in addiction to having her ass destroyed, spasming in orgasm with every thrust into her rear.

Within few minutes her brain turned into a cock filled, anal starved mess as she embraced the pleasure of ass slut, obsessed to being nothing else but a body filled with a dick.

Jumping up and down on massive flowery organ, Shanoa soon began to feel as the plant became tense and mind melting warmth spread across her body, sending waves of delightful pleasure.

Avalanche of rosy seed was slowly pumped into her body, gallon by gallon it filled ravaged ass and then body, reforging her shapely curves into lustful cumdump.

The demon slowly began to lose height as buckets after buckets of floral semen were poured into the overleaking ass of it's prey.

Shanoa finally fell down into the muddy pile, her buttcheeks slipping out of grasp of both Une and Nominon's, soon bathed in gallons of incoming plant jizz as the massive tendril-cock wouldn't stop pumping out the thick content.

Unable to think or speak, she would only swallow whatever got in her mouth, mindlessly feeding on the sweet, thick semen tor the next hours.

And if someone would traverse near the canal the next morning, he would only spot a broken, pointlessly muttering maiden with stomach outstretched with gallons of seed, raven hair glued into one big chunk of dried jizz and gaping ass as she breathed heavily, half drowned in puddle of cum.

Relatively terrible; she reminded herself. It was of no doubt that most of “members of new society” in Silvermoon would give away their life to experience the same thing. Assuming not everyone was given it before.

“In a fortunate series of events, Liadrin had ensured that you won’t be left to your own as she dispatches to Timbermaw. Red queen squinted golden eyes and blood elf matriarch twitched mildly, not interrupting her work.

Ysera blinked and then lowered her eyes at blood knight who only softly blown at the recently painted nail. “You’re leaving?” She wasn’t exactly surprised by the fact her guide was leaving but it wasn’t pleasant either. A part of this madness or not, Liadrin appeared as the least consumed by it.

“It is in my hands to carry out the duties of ambassador of love. As our queen had noticed, I’ve already made an effort to guarantee you a fit replacement for my person.” Clearly coming to a decision that dragon’s nails were in acceptable state, she risen up. “It would be an honor to aid you furtherly but it is no longer up to my person to decide that.”

It was calming. Mildly. Liadrin reacted strangely to Alexstrasza bringing up the topic of her replacement, what gave strange theories to the green dragon but nonetheless, she was the only one Ysera could moderately trust on the matter.

“A fit replacement?” It was uplifting to think that there may be someone sane enough to guide her, Blood Matriarch would not doom her to some carnal fanatic.

“It’s a…” Liadrin stood silently for a short moment, weighing and tasting words she was to let out. “Friend of mine. Someone much familiar with showing the ways of our mistress.”

An instructor, Ysera presumed. There was no doubt that severe indoctrination was necessary for this society to work.

“If you may, Love Matriarch.” Alexstrasza rised her eyebrows and then tapped the empty wine glass next to her, soon collecting remnants of white nectar from it’s walls.

It was a mostly obvious excuse for Alexstrasza to ensure that Liadrin will leave the chambers and all three known it very well. The blood elf, however, seemed much prepared for such outcome.

Soothing, pleased expression of red queen remained honest as matriarch stood up and after it, as she left, softly closing the door. A mild smile painted itself on her face once they were alone.

The pleasure of talking was left for her, she came to a realization. “Why is Liadrin dispatching to Timbermaw?” It was an pointless question with a clear, well known answer but she refused to give Alexstrasza the benefit of her silence.

“Liadrin serves as envoy for our cause. She shall… finalize our negotiations with the tribe” There was no telling what exactly it meant but Ysera had her assumptions, things that made her feel indecent in the mind.

“Have they as well fallen into your grasp?” Ysera crossed her hands on knees, staring at her sister with unquivering eyes.

“My grasp?” Red queen let out with a deeply amused voice, toned with a light surprise in it. “You do consider my ways as some sort of corruption, Sister. But nothing truly is done against will of the willing.” She canted her head. “You’re nearer using force to achieve your goals than I am.”

“You do not need to use force to lead us to destruction. For evil to triumph it only takes a good man to do nothing.” Dreamer’s anger rose as the only reaction to her words was an entertained laughter. Alexstrasza stared at her with frivolous eyes and covered mouth.

“It’s unbelievable how little you know, Ysera. If even you can be so oblivious to our great endeavour then it truly means we’re on a right path to achieve our goals.” A stupid smile painted on her face afterwards.

Being taken so lightly and reduced to nothing but a pup making a fuss out of nothing, Ysera squinted her eyes in a slowly rising flame of anger. Had it been a mortal, she wouldn’t make the effort to even care. But Alexstrasza was something else.

Her sister, however, not prone to sacrifice her playful attitude just because of the anger that seeded inside green dragon. “Now that you woke up from your slumber, we’ll have a lot of work to do.”

Dragonqueen’s words were like a bucket of cold water, poured on rising the spark her anger became, removing it entirely from existence. Turning her eyes away, Ysera nodded only quietly. She agreed to her sister terms last time but it was clearly in a situation in which she was overpowered and with no other choice.  

Additionally, agreeing to join Alexstrasza not only saved her from uncertain, yet dreadful, forceful outcome and allowed for infiltratration of their ranks from inside. There was still this unsettling need of her lap, which was born after red dragon filled it with her filling bottom and at times it was driving her starved. Of something she couldn't name.

Far away from any sort of comprehension or even mild assumption of the magic kind her sister used, Ysera could only hope she’ll find cure soon. “What lies beneath those words, Sister?”

Lovebinder only played with empty wine glass. “Dreamer.. Awakened or not, in our society we believe in certain.. equality. Not equality of status but equality of chance and beginning, whilst further path is weaved only by who treads through it.”

“However wise this appears to my ears, it does not exactly answer my question. You’re aware of it.” Emerald one’s eyes squinted as she leaned forward, knowing that more important matters shall be discussed.

“You’re no mere whelp nor mortal, aspect will be valued inside our society and even more desired to possess within certain ranks. So far I’ve managed to keep you outside internal affairs but soon it will be all over you.”

Allowing herself to think that desire of her person will be purely political, Ysera rised her eyebrows. “Politics? Here I thought your great society would not step into something so conflicting.”

“Not if my word was not law.” Alexstrasza bent her lips into a wide smile. “It is simple, there is just as much politics and internal strife as I allow to be, my children tend to grow bored otherwise.”

Dreamer wasn’t exactly surprised in the end, it was much in her sister’s nature to toy with mortals and controlled councils and leaders were much less likely to cause any trouble. But it meant just as much; freedom of choice seemed to be an illusion, existing only as far as their mistress was pleased.

“I’ll need you to choose your favourites when the right time comes. There is plenty of factions willing to take proper care of you.” It was not calming that she’ll need to choose anyone and even less to know that someone wants to “take care of her”. But ultimately she could only go along.

“I was willing to let every of our beloved Matriarchs welcome you in their own way.. Fitting for the faction they represent. ” Golden eyes turned playful. “But I am still seeking the way to grant each of them a fair share of your time so they don't make a fuss about it.”

“Why do they fight?” A simple question yet meaningful. “Isn't it your goal to avoid this sort of internal wars?” It was not reserved for mortals to succumb to court machinations.

“Why do they fight? It is like to ask why leaves fall, Ysera.” Dragonqueen hid before her wine glass, bending lips into a pleasant smile. “It is in their nature. But it is in mine to reduce damage they cause or even reforge the meaning of war.”

“Reforge?” Emerald dragon frowned mildly, trying to comprehend words of her sister, running her thoughts between possible meanings.

“Wars are fought with steel and magic, Ysera. They bring suffering and malady, in the end reaching every being in a destructive manner. The ultimate victor of every war is death, no one else.”

It was hard to argue with her words therefore Dreamer remained silent and listening, willing to understand purposes of her sister in a grander scale.

“But it is war that dictates weapons and it is it's goal what sets affordable sacrifices. And if war will change… The purpose of it.” Alexstrasza canted the glass to the side.

“Your wars will be fought on battlefields. Mine in bedrooms. It will not be who crushes whose skull but who strips who. We will not strike fear in hearts of others but lust.” She put the glass away, allowing it to shine in the light.

“We will not fight with terror and force but pleasure. And the sole prize will be is who bends for who.”

It was unachievable. Ysera barely had words for what was the goal of the red aspect, not knowing if to argue or feel indecent with what kind of endless, purposeless carnal cycle was meant to be Azeroth's future. “And you assume it is possible?” Her disbelief had to manifest itself richly, given Alexstrasza’s mild giggle.

“As long they all live and exist in my name, solely to ensure my state of appeased satisfaction, yes, I do assume it is possible. Soon you will understand, Sister.” The last word was deeply scented with something Ysera couldn't understand but it made her feel weak and small, insignificant.

“What brought you to all of this?” Mere words meant little in the grand scheme of things, of the world. But those left lips of one of the most powerful beings on Azeroth, meaningful and capable of changing the history. “Why is all of this put in motion?”

“Ultimately it is all a product of my love. Affection is what dictates the future now and mine is boundless, willing to embrace all living things on Azeroth. Even now they all plot how to undermine each other but those dark times are soon over.” Crimson eyebrows lowered in a pleased squint. Alexstrasza was not a fool but already felt victorious.

“What kind of love brings you to creating a tyrannical, carnal empire where all freedom is an illusion?”Those were words Ysera never expected to speak towards her sister but given the point it all came to, she found them fitting.

“Heart, not a servant.” Dragonqueen lip’s only bent into a radiant smile one of the warmest she had ever seen. Ysera stood speechless, grateful for the knocking that soon followed.

Blood Matriarch stepped into the room, holding a bottle and glasses on a truesilver plate, alongside with a small starwood box in the other. “I apologize deeply for the time it took but I’ve gotten the rest of necessary tools.” Green dragon frowned.

Moments after, the table stood decorated with exactly four wine glasses, each but one empty, keeping the company to a slender, graceful bottle from dark pink, keeping the white, thick content inside.

Liadrin took the brush away from green aspect’s eyelids, nodding to herself as another, hardly different, yet endlessly important shade of green was lied on her skin, giving the eyes a glittering beauty, doubtful one for the dragon.

Yet she was grateful this time, not for the decoration in slightest but for the fact it was done much, much sooner than the previous task and did not leave her wishing for an legion invasion, just to break this lethargy.

Alexstrasza reached for her sticky, mouth glueing drink and sipped mildly, running the slippery tongue across flawless lips afterwards. “I’ve left everything in hands of Liadrin. Her personally chosen guide will ensure you’re properly shown around”

“So when this friend will exactly arrive?

Alyeen hobbled slowly throughout the sunfury spire and uttered a few silent curses over her own stupidity, as ill luck would have it, she decided to overstay her visit in the stables exactly today.

And due to that particular fact, she lacked the time to stop by the ass-mender and now had to slowly tiptoe her way to the uptop chambers with gaping bottom, walking like an unfinished, overused doll.

The platformless heels weren’t much of help either but she couldn’t show to the Lovebinder in anything else if she wished to present herself at least half decent. The last uplifting thought in her mind was centered around the fact that three inches wide gap in her ass wasn’t visible under the thin felweed thong that was recently presented to her.

She was grateful for gift from one of the scryers, felbound undergarments were much more durable than most of the herb panties, saving her from the occasional ripping out and need to satisfy nearby pupils.

What she wasn’t told, however, was the fact that the damned plant was leaving blazing, green stains on everything it touched and not once she ended with asshole shining as infernal's bride after a frisky honeymoon.

Wondering whether hybrids of fel flame and stone can mate with elves, Alyeen slowly neared on the door leading to Lovebinder’s chambers, now hosting the green aspect. It was seemingly meant to be silent but arrival of Ysera’s coursed through the lips of sin’dorei like river through a waterbed.

Last time she adjusted the lotus dress, made from outlandish Terocone and gave one final look at the necklace from Adder’s Tongue. If she did not appear alike a true Wildsister now, she wouldn't ever.

Laying a few soft knocks on the door, she waited for the familiar voice carrying allowance and soon lowered the handle, trying to look as not ass-gaping as she could. “Just what you won’t do for someone.”

Lady of the Hooves stumbled into the room.

“Lady Steedbreaker, we’ve been just discussing whether you shall arrive in time.” Lovebinder’s voice reached her soon and golden eyes hid behind the glass, as red lips sank into the oozing drink.

“Have I ever disappointed you, my queen?”  Playfully amused gaze of the dragonqueen was all the answer she required to turn eyes towards the two objects of her interest. Ysera felt alike a scrutinized painting.

Blatantly dismissing one of them, newcomer stepped closer to the aspect, pale eyebrows risen on their own as she slowly examined the dragon in a much obvious manner and Dreamer could not hide a visible feeling of uneasiness.

“Moss. Malachite and Viridian..” Steedbreaker pointed out with a mildly amused voice, grasping the jewelry coated hand of emerald dragon. “You look like a sad Winterveil tree.” The words followed unceremoniously, putting Ysera into a state of gentle confusion.

“Forgive me, Steedbreaker..” A short pause followed as the Dreamer gave a second thought to the title, contemplating about the origin and then denying her own thinking process, as the incoming, clearly uneasy revelations began to manifest themselves. “... what do you mean by these words?”

“Your makeup and paint are done in a splendid manner, Liadrin has a hand to those. But she believes that coating a person in numerous layers of one colour can be called maquillage, I could put you next to a green wall and nobody would spot you.”

Ysera grew speechless for a moment, she never doubted Matriarch’s skills and taste before, as a high ranking member of this “beauty cult” she appeared as a reliable mentor. Snow-haired sin’dorei added. “Like a plant.” Unprepared, assaulted dragon took, far too long to keep her grace flowing, moment to answer.

“Utmost respect, Steedbreaker.. I might not be an artisan in the matters of this embellishment but I do trust Lady Liadrin on the matter”  Matriarch was the least invasive of servants she met until now and as far as she know that it beared no meaning, given the judgment of masses upon minor number of individuals could be not fitting the reality, Ysera grew fond of Blood Matriarch.

“Dear child, you would trust a murloc if I told you it can paint.” It has been time since she was called a child and she simply couldn’t formulate an answer. Steedbreaker clearly became amused with her lack of response.

Yet before green dragon managed to spread her lips and utter her own answer, a soft, single cough silenced all of them. Three pairs of enchanted eyes turned towards the mistress of new order as golden claws grasped the slick bottle.

“To not spread untruths, my expectations lied in introduction of much less fiery fashion.” Red dragonqueen soon uncorked the container and spread oozing nectar equally, filling every of the tall glasses in graceful tone. “But my time, just alike Liadrins’, grows thin. Before I leave all of you to your respective duties, I would like celebrate my sister’s new beginnings with a toast.” Golden eyes pierced her playfully.

Ysera saw as two blood elves neared the table and came to a decision to take a similar course of action, she still remained wary of the thick drink, so when her companions risen their glasses, she only stared hesitantly at the surface of liquid, adorned with few indecently looking bubbles.

“Dreamer?” Soothing voice of her sister reached her ears, amused and bearing a tone of mild encouragement. Her glittering hands soon held the unknown nectar and softly clashed it against other ones in uncertainty.

“For new beginnings and a prosperous future.” Dragonqueen voice seemed strangely honest as she was the first to pour it down her throat with unhidden fondness. “For unyielding love.” Voice of the Steedbreaker followed.

“For everlasting love.” Liadrin joined the toast and took a modest sip, whilst assuredly staring at the green dragon. Ysera swallowed saliva deeply and seeked some kind of support in Matriarch's eyes, perhaps she wasn't in need to drink what she held.

Blood knight only nodded, staring at her with demanding eyes. There was no turning back at this point and knowing that it could lie on her to save the future on Azeorth, she joined the toast. “For… blooming love”

Ruby Queen clearly admired her words as she bestowed her with a radiant, pleased smile from behind the glass. A deep, self encouraging breath filled her lungs as she lowered her lips to the edge of the drink.

Strangely, almost chokingly warm it was and only with the willpower of an aspect she forced herself to open her mouth and sip on the nectar revered by her sister.

Disgustingly saliferous mixture spread across her taste buds, thick as molten glue, it seemingly found it's way into every corner every mouth, as if invading every nerve on her tongue separately.

Her stomach, nowhere near keen to take in the salty drink, upturned in a fiery disagreement with the very preludium and Ysera soon spat the contents of her mouth, as her eyes turned teary. “By Eonar..”

It glued to every surface of her cavity, spreading the sickening warmth alike a disease, Dreamer almost threw the glass away, which only by miracle was soon halted and taken away by the Steedbreaker.

“Would you look at that, turns out that green aspect spits” A slight note of amusement hid inside her voice as she soon passed the glass to nearby Matriarch.

Thankful for the unending flow of saliva, Emerald Queen spat once more in a fervorous attempt to cleanse her tongue off the invasive, horrific taste. “What?” Moon lacking eyes turned towards her soon to be guide.

“Forget it.” Pale haired servant rolled her eyes and took another sip of her drink, much to the disbelief of Ysera. “Initiates.” Silken giggle left the lips of Lovebinder, Liadrin seemed unimpressed but far from surprised, lightbound eyes clearly told that her predictions were not much different.

Whether anyone could truly find pleasure in drinking Alexstrasza's foul concoction, she wasn't able to tell. Amethyst cavity of the green dragon still beared the choking taste of white ooze and Ysera put all of her effort into removing it from her tongue.

“It would seem that you're not yet accustomed to local dainty.” Alexstrasza soon put empty glass on the table and her sister stared only as if she saw Malygos’ performing a ballet blanc on top of the nexus.

“How can you even touch this?” Deep disbelief coursed through her voice as she had nothing to do but spit again,  squinting her eyes in a sickly manner.

“Titbit not up to one’s delicate palate?” Steedbreaker’s tone carried partial amusement and her eyebrows grew entertained as Ysera slowly found difficulties in calmful withstanding the magnitude of sin'dorei cockiness.

“Show some understanding, Alyeen. You as well used to spit not so long ago” Ysera soon found herself embraced by the ruby Lovequeen, she saw the radiantly scarlet nails wrap around her stomach and it lied appeased within no time.

Shiver of uncertainty ran across her spine, it was unnaturally calming in the arms of Livebinder herself, even the golden breastplate, covering impressive bust of the Red, would appear to bend over her back, gentle and delicate in touch.

“Not on the floor, my queen. Nothing was left to waste.” She was far from content to know of the seeming importance of spitting or swallowing, yet there was little attention left to spare for such information. Dangerously close fingers of scarlet sister kept creeping upwards towards her breasts, setting her in a mildly paralyzed state of mind and body.

“No need for such harsh treatment. I would like my emerald treasure to be treated with respect she deserves.” Last words were but a promising whisper to her ear, even if a indecently dangerous one.

Unimpressed sin'dorei watched them with mild curiosity, yet within few seconds Steedbreaker turned her attention onto the glass, slowly sipping the choking nectar.

Just as the fingers of ruby temptress caressed the very borders of emerald bust, Liadrin let out a minor coughter. “I believe it is time for me to leave, Lovebinder. Timbermaw envoy is doubtlessly waiting by now, expecting my arrival soon”

Endlessly thankful for the intervention of Blood Matriarch, Ysera felt as advance of doom bringing fingers was halted, just to soon be eradicated in full manner as Alexstrasza retreated from her body.

A deep breath immediately guested in her lungs as Dreamer felt in control once more, finding herself breathless. Touch of her sister could clearly be disastrous in consequences and the treacherous stiffening of her nipples was troubling at best.

“Such a shame.” Something unnerving lied in her words. Unnervingly transparent in it's meaning “But truth nonetheless. I hope we will finish our matters in due time, sister” Emerald one did not wish to finish anything.

Laying her filling bottom on the wooden seat Alexstrasza squinted golden eyes. “Leave now”

Few minutes later three pairs of stilettos glittered over the scenery of Quel’thalasian shore as Liadrin led them to the lair of Nightfire once more. Elder hawk was slumbering peacefully in his nest, single blades of dried glass flew into the air with every of his breaths.

All three, seemingly united in the admiring beauty of the beast stood silently for a mere minute till Matriarch took a few steps closer, running it’s hand just above the border of fiery feathers as if she was to stroke them. “It was a formal acquaintance Dreamer but doubtlessly a pleasant one. I wish deeply it wasn’t in my duty to leave but I live to serve my queen”

“Paladin, Blood Matriarch, manicurist and a diplomat. Our little jack of all trades.” Alyeen’s warm voice soon echoed in the corridors as her eyes met the lightbound gaze of other blood elf. “Don’t let yourself be fooled Dreamer. Our Liadrin may be the silence in the night but it does not make it any wiser to underestimate her. It will be all politeness and formality till you find yourself in her bed, screaming in the name of Eonar”

A warm, surprised blush awashed Ysera’s face as the image of two bodies, tangled in the jungle of quilts appeared in her mind. “Jack of all trades, master of none” Matriarch retaliated in a calmed manner, not seen before trace of amusement scented her voice. Still in attempt to evaporate vision of her lips on tender sin’dorei breasts, green dragon haven’t decided if it was for the better or for the worse.

“Still better than master of one.” A victorious smile painted on her face as pale haired elf was ensured of her lingual victory. Steedbreaker moved closer to her blood sister and folded arms, giving a provocative grin.

“Doubtlessly” She left the word hanging and then closed her eyes for a timeless moment, soon allowing the lightbound gaze to turn towards the dragon. “Be sure to don’t let her put you around. She doesn’t have this power to turn you into a pet.”

“My yet unstated authority bleeds as you speak.” A rather displeased murmur left the scarlet lips but Ysera only relished in that knowledge, she had feared for the degree of obedience she was obliged to.

Blood matriarch suddenly backed. “Regardless. I must leave now to the site if I wish to be there on time. Steedbreaker, I leave everything in your hands. Dreamer, be sure to listen to her. She shall take you back to Quel'danas where you are meant to finish your training. May your love not falter in my absence”

Moment after they watched as she descended down the spiral stairs of Sunfury Spire, leaving only a rhythmic echo of clattering heels.

“I wish deeply that we did not waste too much of her time” Titans knew only what sort of punishment Alexstrasza could use if the diplomatic mission fell due to her delayed arrival and Ysera was ensured it would be nothing good.

“Relax, Aspect. Liadrin most likely has still an hour or two but our beloved champion as always leaves no space for mistake. Certainly not one such as being late” Steedbreaker’s words indeed soothed her, allowing for mild relaxation.

“She does not waste her time, we shouldn't waste ours.” Ysera turned towards the elder beast, still set in a peaceful slumber. Rekindled determination took a hold inside her. She would end this madness.

“What resolve. Perhaps after all you fit our society much more than you expected.” It wasn't exactly what she wished to hear, imagining herself as born to be one of countless consorts to Alexstrasza wasn't a good feeling.

Not willing to continue given thought, she only took a step closer to the fiery feathered dragonhawk. “We haven't awaken him yet?” She would expect the beast to open it”s eyes after so much was said next to it.

“This grandpa?” Steedbreaker neared the corner next to massive hay filled nest and picked up the saddle. “It takes a bit more to wake up Nightfire. Although, If Liadrin made you scream for her here, he would probably awaken.”

“Why everything has to do with screaming for Liadrin?” She was a little unsettled with the constant forceful appearances of indecency in her mind. Given that green dragonflight could share memories at times, she would need to explain things she most likely wouldn't be able to.

As she leather saddle soon fell on the feathered back, firehawk spread its eyes in confusion, thrown out of it's sleep. “What, you would prefer to scream mine? I would gladly let you.”

“It’s not what I…” She halted her talk as the massive beast soon raised its long neck and stared eye to eye with the instructress almost touching cerise lips with its beak.

Within a few seconds Nightfire seemingly realized who dared to awake him and then squinted his eyes as if in rising annoyance. A few soft slaps met his belly as the hawk soon stood up.

“Don't give me that look, old man. Both you and I got work to do” Elder glare suddenly became a little brighter as Alyeen left a frisky kiss on his beak, soon forcing him to shake his head as if to get rid of her lingering touch. “We both have to take care of someone's ass. I would go without the saddle but you know how it is with newbies. Their fat asses tend to fall off.”

Nightfire snarled in response and then eyed the aspect, Ysera suddenly felt mildly apologetic for disrupting it's sleep. On the other hand, she apparently was “fat assed”.

Amethyst eyes left her as Steedbreaker tightened the belts and then bent to ensure everything was prepared correctly, pushing out her lower qualities to a degree which obliged Ysera to turn her eyes away or at least try to.

Alyeen was what one would expect of Sin'dorei body, she was slim with light build of the body, her bottom was round and doubtlessly soft enough to mistake it for a velvet pillow. Fitting for blood elven body, yet minor when compared to other races.

She could say so without a shadow of doubt as the green dress coating gentle bottom was thin and tight enough to effectively work as a second skin, Ysera could see the mild darkened shape of her underwear, descending between the buttcheeks.

Already being unable to get the image out of her vision, she simply decided to finally give a better examination to her new instructress.

A leg cut in the dress clearly showed off the plump thighs, just muscled enough to keep a proper, gentle shape but with a layer of fat to not keep them as a carved statue.

Elven front was nothing alike Lovebinder, yet tender and creamy, she wasn’t in need to see to know in this case. The vast difference lied in the size, Alyeen possessed a medium sized qualities, perhaps in size of a shapely, mature Goldebark Apple from Elvynn forests. She was much behind the incarnation of fertility Alexstrasza was.

And the hair… “If I am not wrong you can’t fly.” Sudden voice of her new guide broke her out of the trance as sin’dorei already sat on the massive saddle, holding reins of fiery feathered beast. “Yes.. Yes I do can’t fly. Why all of sudden?” Ysera asked, staring at the still blandly asleep Nightfire.

“I just wished to inform dear aspect that I am about to make this grandpa soar in the skies. And since you can’t fly on your own, I recommend to sit with me.” Alyeen’s smile grew only brighter. “Or do you prefer to go back and sleep with your sister?”

Few mere minutes later Nightfire piked, skybreaking over the coast and then making around the Magisters’ Terrace. Liadrin's flight was calmful, stagnant and sophisticated in its nature, just as one would expect from a soldier with a vast history of airborne commandment.

Steedbreaker had much different demeanor of flying and no matter how grateful Dreamer was for the quick travel to Quel'Danas, feeling forced to tug into elven back at all times wasn't exactly comfortable nor pleasant in the slightest. She didn’t know if it was Nightfire’s lingering annoyance or her guide’s friskiness but more than often she would be on brink of ending in the cold North Sea.

Thankfully for the only advantage her travel possessed, Sun’s Reach welcomed her soon enough, sunbound tiles brought a familiar sort of heaven. Glittering nails soon screeched as she rested on the pillar, losing balance as jumping off a massive beast in nothing but damned stilettos wasn’t a technique she adapted well to.

Gathering lost grace on balcony of the scarlet tower, she adjusted her heel whilst kneeling on the ground and cursing hellish footwear. While it came to be true that she was capable of walking and not tripping every third step, she was far from graceful in the matter. Her feet stood even more displeased than she was.

“Liadrin wasn’t lying, you do walk like a shot hawkstrider.” Alyeen’s voice reached her as she flawlessly slid down from the saddle and with feline swiftness continued her walk, passing through the silken curtains and slightly turning her head back on the aspect. “I know it’s soft and delicate but your emerald butt has to move. Unless you want to have a small horde of potential best friends swarming around you by the next hour”

Ysera frowned but followed obediently, trying to walk in a manner that would differentiate her from a hurt chicken as much as possible. “I did not come to notice of any insects two days ago.” Already coming to a wonder whether some kind of mosquitos would rise early in the noon, she was soon disrupted by a quiet giggle.

“You could probably call them insects but I advise against doing it face to face.” Dreamer frowned even more as they moved down the spiral ramp. Not given any sort of explanation, she assumed it would be explained in due time. Stilettos bestowed with a wild rose halted as her eyes fell on the main plateau of the sanctum.

In the last time she was led there by Liadrin, it was almost a stranded, long forgotten place of no importance to the world, it lied forsaken to say the least. Today she stared onto the bright, bustling heart of an isle. Tiled roads swarmed with sin’dorei and sky proudly bestowed them with endless sun rays, granting the mantle of a true sun worship. Six manned column of knights on massive beasts cut just before the centre, landing at shipless Harbor and rushly dropping onto the ground, leaving their winged allies behind.

She stared wordlessly at hundreds of exposed bodies, If her eyes were not laying untruths before her, only one in four elves wore anything else than a colorful set of underwear or tightly wrapped leather undergarments, the shine of bare bodies almost outmatched the light itself.

A sunbathed meadow near the former armory was disturbed of it’s peace, countless arcane tomes followed elven initiates to the art of mystic powers, hanging in the air near their enchanters or being filled with the notes, bestowed onto the paper with the artistry of quill. She spied on two younglings, helplessly struggling to bewitch a creamy tea service, only to shatter it a matter of jinx.

Soon Emerald’s gaze fallen on a someone who would appear to be a former Blood Knight, slowly trotting across the main road in seemingly proper coat of crimson plates, only a massive corset stained the image of a true armour, pushing out elven breasts alike on a exhibition, barely covering half of the nipple as it was undersized in a horrible manner.

A soft pat on the back threw her out of the uncomprehended awe and forced to look back at the amused elven guide. “Has our aspect never seen a living city before?” She had. Yet it never was scented with such carnal indecency, it was not a mere living centre, it was a bastion of fleshy bliss, weaving obscenity into the very flow of life.

And she seen nothing if her assumptions were correct, the dreamer followed her companion and descended into the main, open hall of the Quel’Danas Inn. Cheerful air hit her nostrils, a scent of something incredibly fleshy and alcohol mixed together, with exception for the former, it was what she expected of the place so famous between the Shattered Sun veterans.

As dragon’s eyes fell on the overly cheery patron, laying in for a kiss with topless sin'dorei barmaid, Alyeen grasped her by the hand just beyond the arched door and with a quick pace, dragged her across the room. “Don't stare, they will take it for an invitation”

“Invitation for wha-” She cut her sentence in sudden epiphany and lost any will to utter another word as Steedbreaker pulled her outside into a shapely mass of elven bodies. The grasp around her hand was far too firm to let her free herself in an instant, forcing Ysera to squeeze between naked bellies and unwillingly run her fingers against soft, warm surfaces.

She felt as her hand softly hooked onto something resembling a thin layer of delicate fabric, second after the very resistance of it was gone. Finally slipping out of the pale haired sin’dorei grasp, she looked onto her own hand and spotted a crudely weaved thong, made from large chunks of Silverleaf foliage.

Alyeen turned back and looked at her with a face bearing a strange expression, Aspect and her eyes met seconds before both heard a high pitched squeak. “No, Lavore! It’s not the m-mating…” Ysera, for a reason yet unknown to her, had her cheeks awashed with red as she heard the indecent, blissful crack in the last word.

“Did…” To finish troubling question wasn’t given to her as her guide immediately grasped the amethyst hand back, pulling her further into the Dawning Square and leading across the bridge which towered above the lower passage, connecting two wings of Dawnstar Village.

“You've certainly granted her an afternoon of a kind but if you may; don't steal people's underwear on your first day. It gives off impression you may not want”  Alyeen stopped in the middle of the bridge, pushing them onto a minor balcony on the side.

Tugged between two floating bushes, it appeared at least mildly separated from the tumult of the bustling isle despite being located in the busiest of its parts. A great sight of once ruined, war torn village spread before Dreamer, she felt a sting of delightful happiness, knowing that the violence of this land was over.

Ysera blinked slowly in mild calamity and then turned her gaze down onto the endless flow of Quel’Danas inhabitants. Having heads of the crowd just mere meter or two behind her feet, Alyeen leaned more onto the golden, vine carved handrail and gave the aspect a warm smile.

Far in the horizon she found a massive dome, something that did not linger in her memory of this land, numerous spheres floated above the highly adorned dome, an aspect characteristic for elven architecture. Towering sculptures visibly formed a hexagon around the construction, although located too far to let her find out after whose image they were carved, although she had assumptions given the slick figure of each.

Yet it was not the only change that befallen the Sunwell Isle. Ysera knew well of the effort that Sin'dorei have put into reconstruction of the prince's final resting point. By the time of Burning Crusade against Ilidan and his kin, it lied in ruin and barely a few remnants of previous glory stood across the green meadows, scattered structures, bitten mercilessly by the flow of time. So it was when she arrived the first time with Liadrin.

But only now she truly began to see the vast molding process Quel'Danas was put through and had it not felt true alike the Azeroth itself, she would distrust her eyes.

The slick and graceful towers spread across the land,connected by levitating bridges and atlanas of marble, once green meadows of western Isle  were transformed into elven squares, nature lied incorporated into their creation, trees hosted the arcane lamps and generous flowerbeds adorned walls and paths.

Sin'dorei architecture as always favoured the skies, therefore it did not carry the same flavour as silvermoon, open spaces, other than the main roads themselves, were common to see. Apart from what lied far in the horizon, she could lay her gaze on not one vast garden, fit with benches and pebble paths.

“All in two days of endeavour.” She summed her own thoughts and turned eyes on her companion, who only dispatched a troublesome strand of snow hair from her forehead.

“The power and means of our queen are immeasurable, her grace endless and the power of Sunwell generous and giving.” A mild shrug shook her shoulders as Dreamer turned her eyes onto Sunwell Plateau, the stream of endless light flowing right into the skies from it’s heart.

“Quel'Thalas once stood build on the power of Sunwell. Now that it is rekindled, your kin shall mold their land again with it’s powers.” She spoke of the obvious and turned her focus to the faraway dome once more and the crowds beleaguering it.

However miraculous and dangerous was the wonder of Sunwell, it was a matter well known to her. It was the newly risen dominion of her sister what truly gathered her curiosity.

“What lies in there, Steedbreaker? What could cause such a commotion?” Felbound eyes turned towards her point of interest and Alyeen only extended her hand to the dragon, visibly downturning her gaze onto something below.

“I could show you. But the offer has limited time, so make your mind quickly, Aspect” Her hesitation to grasp the slick hand lasted a mere moment, her curiosity prevailed, fueled by a simple decision. If she was meant to be stuck in the grasp of Alexstrasza's indecent schemes, she could as well learn of them.

Alyeen jumped her round bottom onto the handrail as amethyst fingers were in her reach and then just allowed herself to fall back over the edge. Aspect frowned deeply, soon spreading her eyes as in nothing but heels she was unable to stand her ground.  “Stee-”

The colours swirled around in her in motion, vortex of bright shades stained her vision and seconds after she could only witness dried yellow before herself, lying on something strangely soft, yet feeling as something crude and light in its nature pricked her naked skin.

Rattle of wooden wheels soon reached her ears as she found nothing but dried grass around herself and an elven guide spread beneath her with a pleasant smile sprouting on her lips, buried in the emerald bust.

Feeling another, recently often guesting on her cheeks, blush, she turned her eyes away and rolled off her guide. “By Eonar, warn me the next time, Steedbreaker.” Pale haired elf appeared rather entertained with the very situation, playful sparks danced in her eyes. “By the way.. You still holding onto that?” Her question carried a tone little too frisky.

Polished nail soon pointed on her hand, Ysera’s gaze followed and suddenly she felt the blush advance further onto her skin, turning her red like a beetroot. The pair of foliage panties still rested in her hand and aspect only threw it away in an instant.

“It was not.. Purposeful.” A long drawn sigh left her lungs as she rolled eyes over her own words, soon laying them on the owner of the cart. The elf either didn’t hear a word or simply wouldn't bother.

Alyeen raised herself and sat, soon picking golden blades of hay from her hair. “Now that you spoke of it..” Dreamer turned mildly tired eyes onto the elf, sensing a different tone in her voice.

“...who exactly is Eonar? I heard Alexstrasza mention that name a time or two. Some kind of dragon mommy?” Only honest curiosity accompanied the fel corruption in her eyes as she put a single blade of dried hay into the corner of her mouth.

“No.. Not some kind of dragon mommy” Even if it wasn't a word she would ever utter to her, she would give much to see Eonar's reaction to being called a mommy.

“Eonar is the Life-Binder. She's a patron of everything that lives and defender of existence.” Her companion frowned deeply, canting her head as she heard those words before. “But isn't that our queen?”

“Alexstrasza was bestowed with the drive to nurture and protect, she was given the endless means to become incarnation of compassion and love. Those were the gifts of Eonar, long before my sister was an aspect.” Watching as the massive dome grew nearer, she continued.

“The titans granted us what made us aspects. I and my sister were the ones to be given patronage of Eonar.” Ysera halted for a moment, closing her eyes.

Sharing the tales of ancient was a rarity for her, yet not due to the potential danger they could bring, it was her life that was predominantly spent in solitude. Emerald Dream was a realm of her people, both those who shared her connectivity to the earth and emerald dragonflight. But in the recent three days she exchanged more words than in a quarter of a year.

“It would explain why she cares so much for you. You’re the closest friend she has.” Alyeen spat the blade of grass and gave a warmthful smile, filling the aspect with a strange feeling. Alexstrasza without a doubt was caring about her and there was even stranger revelation, even if Azeroth was to fail, she would remain there.

As Lifebinder’s puppy, a pet in the world brimming with flesh, where decency has long been buried under the mantle of heresy and the very means of reproduction became the means of living daily life. And she would be the second figure in all of it, her body as her only and the most important quality.

Waking from thoughts of certainly pleasant, yet for the wrong reasons, future, she suddenly found it before her, rising proudly into the sky and in a loving manner, spreading her hands above the crowds, as if to embrace everything.

“By the titans..” She uttered and then stood up from the hay, staring at her own, monumental in size representation. There was no doubt in this, sculpture of gold and marble stood near the grand dome in elven appearance, bearing her armor and the emeraldly tainted arcane glow in the eyes, resembling power she was stripped now from.

The carvings, hair and eyes, every single ring and single belly piercing that lied in her skin, everything was on the right place. Almost everything, she soon reminded herself rising her gaze onto the statue’s chest.

“They clearly enhanced this chest of yours a little, didn’t they?” A little wasn’t the phrase Dreamer was willing to use at this point, staring at the oversized bust of her own, barely kept in the armor. If this was the image Sin’dorei now held in their minds, they were about to have a great disappointment in her; what almost filled her with crude satisfaction.

“We don’t exactly have much time before the news of your arrival become the bread and butter of local telltales so I advise to get yourself moving if you want to hear the mass.” Steedbreaker jumped off the cart and landed soundlessly in the flowing crowd, upturning eyes onto the aspect who attempted to follow in the fashion, only slipping on the dry tile and falling onto her butt.

Alyeen covered her lips in a hopeless struggle to hold back a stupid giggle in response to Emerald Queen, The Awakened, Mother of All Dreams and Green Aspect herself simply falling onto her bottom and letting out a squeak in response.

Feeling flow of annoyance in her veins but willing to learn as much as she was given to, Ysera only stood up and then marched deeper into the city. “With all of utmost respect, I’ll allow myself to remind you that I am still an aspect of the green dragonflight” As of late she felt that everyone, including herself, tended to forget that part about her.

“But of course. Big bad dragoness, do not anger.” It did sound to her far too mockingly but knowing it was in her duty, for no one else would, to be the adult, she remained silent and gradually approached the dome, watching the twin statue of her sister stand next to her own, even golden Ysera’s bust wasn’t close to possess what adorned the queen sized chest of her sister.

Mere moments after she finally stood in the mass square and resonant voice reached her ears with ease, merit of what she expected to be an enhanced felshard, used to strengthen one’s voice beyond mortal capabilities.

She squinted her eyes, trying to focus in greater detail to decipher the words delivered by the well practiced, clean voice of the speaker. Derivatives of Darnassian were known to her well on the whole, Thalassian could feel stingy at times but she had no difficulties to face it in most of cases.

Dialect of the mass was however heavy influenced with something from draconian, what again was scented with tones not known to her memory; she could comprehend any of the languages on it’s own but influenced mixture proved with ease to be a much different case.

Steedbreaker took her into the heart of crowd, not exactly by the very stairs but close enough to give the dragon a doubtful pleasure of being squeezed between busts and bottoms of the sin’dorei worshipers.

Yet the middle of the platform under the dome appeared to be devoid of life, only a luminous sun orb grandly hovered in the middle, glimmering soothingly and granting a strange flow of warmth in her veins.

“You soon should be able to see her. She tends to traverse the crowds, to be in touch with her people” Alyeen sat on silvery fence, rendering her position too low to see anything.

“Wise.” History not once has proven that separation from common people can carry devastating outcome with itself. Azshara herself succumbed to it and human kings of Lordaeron were of no exception either.

“She’s a smart woman, indeed. But a little too forgiving even for our queen.” Ysera allowed her eyebrows to rise lightly, Alexstrasza’s generosity was in excess and every aspect knew she would spare life of her own assassin if she could. For someone to be too generous even for the lifebinder, it was hard to imagine.

Crowd hastily quietened as the orb resonated with delicately blinding sunlight, forcing dragon to squint her eyes slightly. A dark shape slowly ascened onto the top of the platform. Alike all Sin’Dorei, she was tall and slim in nature, although Dreamer spotted a massive package in her hand. “Some sort of.. crowd tribute?” Human churches tended to gather funds of the sake of religious hubs but her companion only let a playful chuckle. “You’ll see”

“How long is this meant to last? What purpose lies in the mass I can not see a thing?” Her eyes slowly began to hurt from the light as she caught out the cape coating back of the preacher.

“The sun always stands behind the devoted, Aspect. It won’t be endless, don’t worry but is.. mandatory to prove sun’s patronage over her.” Nation of blood elves was young and it’s worship of the light vague, she wouldn’t know if it was purely her sister’s work or authentic ways of the elven ritual.

Blinding glimmer slowly began to weaken and Emerald Queen was finally given clarity of vision, turning it towards the preaching terrace and widening her eyes almost endlessly, deep frown guested on her forehead as she glared in disbelief.

“By the pantheon.. What is this.” Lady of Dreams fixed her vision on the mightiest of all busts she had occasion to gaze upon throughout thousands of years in her existence. It was far beyond mortal, incomparable to anything else in existence.

Deep, lengthy hair in the shades of exquisite gold bathed her shoulders, flowing down the arched back and doubtlessly turning it into image of brimming sunrays fitting to accompany the front capable of putting titans to shame.

Mercilessly packed in a tight, vast but too limiting, breastplate, they remained in the endless state of incoming escape, cramped into steel prison, every of her monument worthy tits appeared perfectly, unnaturally round.

Fleshbags in the size of sacks filled with mature apples, they laid cover on the grand part of her upper body. Legendary bosom seen before only in myths lied on the arched chest as it’s bearer couldn’t stand true, weighted down with the burden of elephantine tits.

“Shaani Titspeaker, grand preacher of the sun, bestowed with the gift of the Lovebinder herself.” Alyeen’s smile was almost endless as she introduced the priestess of gargantuan bust.

“Tit.. speaker?” Ysera lacked the ability to comprehend what lied before her, unable to separate her gaze from monstrous tits on top of the platform, caged in amount of steel sufficient to suit an adult man in an armor.

“Aranal Surfal’Dorei! Anu belore dela'na!”. Ysera canted her head as mass once more turned to Thalassian.

“Children of Love.” She repeated slowly, blinking and turning her eyes towards her guide, whose fel tainted eyes remained locked on the very platform. Granted no response, she returned her own gaze as well.

“Before your history began, her passion stood vast, unwavering alike the very pillars of creation. She shared this world with her sisters and brothers in harmony unheard of in the very dreams of our brethren.” Shaani halted for a moment and then rised her hands into the sky, appearing so miniscule in comparison to her own chest.

“Our Gods were many but untrue. We sin’dorei worshipped the Mother Moon back before long, we suffered the great hunger of arcane and foolishly followed the light beneath the tides into doom.” A mild sting of displeasure reached her, she would not take lightly calling Elune untrue.

“But the reckoning has been bestowed upon our kind, we embrace the mantle of her beloved children and devote ourselves to her mercy, knowing she will guide us towards future brighter than the sun. She who inhaled despair and breathed love, she who consumed violence and begat compassion” Shaani lowered her hands and then glared at the crowd with eyes of unfitting sharpness.

“When we have been put to slaughter, none came to our aid. When addiction overtook us, we’ve been deceived by the betrayer and thereupon abandoned by our prince when we needed him the most.” Moon-lacking eyes squinted unpleasantly. She of Dreams grew less and less fond of it with the every second, blood elven kind was guilty of its own corruption and blatant pushing the fault onto someone else was what she would expect.

“I tell you now, because you have earned this warning. Those gods were never your gods, Surfal’Dorei. Beware, for anger of she, she who loves endlessly, can shatter the foundations of this world. And when our Queen will come in all of her glory, we’ll stand beside her. And the wisest among all races will do the same”

Expression of the preacher grew complacent as she glared upon crowds. “Our minds, our bodies and souls lie in union, we share this wonder of connectivity. This sacred gift and all others…” Shaani extended her hand and Ysera spread her eyes widely, knowing at who she's pointing.

“... willing to embrace her wisdom, will be elevated to witness the origin of a new world. A world of love, of freedom, of boundless, endless compassion. Of love...”

Ysera turned to her companion and grasped her by the hand in rush. “I am leaving.” Aspect’s eyes once more turned onto the stage, meeting appeased gaze of queen sized preacher, yet ignoring her words.

Alyeen blinked softly and then gave a look of slight confusion, soon forced to hesitate between staying on the mass or following her newly acquired pupil as she only walked, letting go of the grasp second after her last word  “Wait, Aspect!...”

Ysera weren't nowhere near keen to listen for another second and desired for nothing but to leave. She didn't need to know where she was heading, as long as preacher's voice would not reach her, it was the right direction to take.

A cult devoted endlessly to a maddened, former defender of life, now willing to enslave entire world to her own will. Azeroth has faced this before, it has prevailed.

But this time there may be no aspects to defend it.

Her vividly scarlet lips retracted from the rosy tip, veteran tongue felt every vein it ran over, every spike, every imperfection that made it perfect in her eyes. It was allowed to run across her skin as she rubbed it across her cheeks, bathed her face in the overflowing juices of his tool.

“Such a big boy you are.. Have you been hiding from your queen, all this time?” She was in no rush, slow and paced and just alike her touch, she was giving more than he could take but not enough to let him escape restlessness.

It was the tiniest meat she had ever seen in the thousands of years of her existence as an aspect and doubtlessly smallest one in all of eastern kingdoms.

Grand bust pressed against the boy as she took his tool between her thumb and middle finger, stroking across its entire length, perhaps not longer than three inches.

“Q-Queen..” He panted out with cracking voice as she took it in once more, amusedly moving an inch or two further as his hand fell on her scarlet hair, pushing her the insignificant bit further before her lips met the base of his cock.

She wrapped her tongue across tiny shaft and then pulled back, hearing as the boy squirmed in pleasure, grasping her hair with more force than before.

Lifebinder’s eyes would not stop staring into his own, even as she slowly retreated once more, forming countless strings of precum between her lips and this throbbing, hot tool.

“You've been wise to come to me. Now your hot, fat dick belongs only to my lips…” In the corner of her vision, she spotted an incoming figure. “... and my sisters.”

The boy stared at her in disbelief, already forming an image of a foursome with the ruby sisters and aspect herself. Yet his hopes soon shattered as Alexstrasza rose from before his crotch and turned back, whilst her handmaidens assaulted from both sides, one drowning him in a passionate, fiery kiss, likely his first.

Dragonqueen let out a mildly amused sigh, she had a wish to be first to taste his lips. “You've been wise to come as said.” Poor boy came to her palace as his sister refused to mate with him on the basis of his small package, clearly not expecting the aspect herself to do the justice.

“I would love to stay and finish our.. Personal matters. But duty calls. My sisters will surely fill your time…” She smiled as a massive, seat filling ass of a ruby handmaiden soon rested on his lap.

She snatched the, as of recent, undersized breastplate off nearby bedstead and stepped into Sunfury's corridors, soon joined by the returning commander.

“My queen.” Draconic jaw bowed shallowly as he followed, suited in complete coat of blackiron plates. Curved blade of Wyrmrest protector reflected light flooding through the windows, as if cutting the very sunrays. “Taking care of the youth I see”

Words of the elder dragonkin brought a small smile on her lips. Compared to Karakond, not many were old. “Merely a man. They grow in a blink of an eye and yet remain but children inside.”

“They all are but children, Queen. Your children, are they not?” Karakond added with a little too sardonic voice and ruby eyebrow was raised in a slow manner.

“Have you not argued last time that I don't have the right to call them my children?” They both neared the translocation orb and soon stepped into the underground part of Sin'dorei capital.

“No my queen, I've merely stated you are not the mother of all life. Correct me if I am wrong but I as I seen many things jump out of you, no frogs or crickets were in there yet.”

She only closed her eyes with deeply amused, speechless expression and a stupid smile. Alexstrasza was quite fond of the guardian, as much as devotion and boundless respect of her kind was much needed element, blatant attitude of the Wyrmest champion kept her a special kind of company.

“I’ll allow myself to leave this without further commentary. But I do assume that you haven't came to discuss what… jumps out of me.” They took a turn left and descended down the marble stairs, passing massive draconian guards services by numerous former royalty.

Karakond's eyes briefly locked on the giant tools,each covered with rich assortment of colorful lips and then stepped forward, reaching to the stone doors first and opening them for his queen.

Pleased with elder manners, she only stepped into the halls of rich white and inhaled the deep, choking and fleshy smell, incomparable to anything else Azeroth had to offer.

“So my Protector. Speak what urged you out of your post in Wyrmest and brought before your queen” She scaled the tiny, three stepped stairs and then began to slowly tread into rising white.

“She has came as you predicted my Queen and we… Reacquired her.” Dragonkin watched as the thick bath soon embraced his queen, drowning her in the seed of her thousand devoted.

“Splendidly done, Karakond. It is true that you always may be relied on.” She smiled and sat at the shelf buried under surface and turned around, each of her nipples halfway hidden under thick, oozing semen.

“Bring it in!” The dragon snarled and turned back as two ruby guardians of his kin stepped into the halls, pulling a massive chest from saronite, bound by chains to scaled wrists.

Golden claws gave out a simple gesture and elder protector grasped the cobalt chains, tearing them effortlessly and tossing aside. Second after with unfitting delicacy, he opened it with the tip of his claw.

Kept in a small, hot chest for at least fifteen hours, granted a warm, seemingly endless bath in the thick jizz of draconic guardians, each ordered to use her before the flight and take a release into the container.

Crude, bronze dildo in the size of draenei's thigh was rammed in her ladyparts for the duration of entire travel, likely still lesser than her hole after all red guardians took their turn.

Her eyes were glassy, empty at first but within time they sparked once more with consciousness, quickly jumping to the level of seed that reached up to her chin and then onto Dragonqueen. They filled with fear.

Alexstrasza let out a long drawn sigh of disappointment and then outstretched her fingers, staring at the stick webs of jizz forming between each. “I did believe there was something between us. I did believe we had a deal, Time Keeper.”

The small, tied gnomish body suddenly appeared even smaller. “But I do assume you didn't foresee this outcome. Shame, I saw a prosperous future for us.”

Ruby gaze turned towards tiny, yet ageless being. “But you fulfilled your part regardless. You brought the Dragonsoul to me. And in my generosity, I shall reward you even if you decided to betray me”

It was only the bronze dragon that allowed her to take a hold of Deathwing’s creation from the past, a powerful artifact that was once used to render all aspects powerless. And now a key tool in her quest to reforge Azeroth.

Another gesture followed and captured one’s eyes only turned begging, moments before the chest was closed anew. “You two. Bring her deeper into the underground and ensure someone takes a keep of her

As the towering draconian servants carried out their order, she turned to Karakond, grasping two wood figurines from the edge of her bath. “Return to Wyrmest Accord and ensure no one asks questions”

“As you wish, my queen.”

Alexstrasza smiled and as the rumble of stone door was to be heard, her gaze fell onto the carvings, representing a sleeping drake and a gnome, both soon shuffled between the golden claws.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall.. Who’s the prettiest of them all?”

His waist moved to the side and retracted, two azure rods smacked her face, leaving illuminated traces on her skin, smell of the arcane scented fluid filled dragon’s nostrils, forcing another shudder.

Ecstasy painted itself across her face as the mildly softened dragon member ran across her face, bestowing her with the most sacred scent of her master and touch that deeply put Alexstrasza out of rest. “May I at last follow you, husband?”

“No my love, you must stay in the Nexus.” His denying words reached her ears as Malygos continued to smear his tools across life queen’s face, coating it in sapphire liquids.

“After all, the duty of recreating the finest and most powerful of dragonflights rests on your shoulders” Azure ruler gave a final slap onto her face and sound of sloppy, gushing smack echoed in his chambers. “But know, I will certainly be missing your front qualities.”

Alexstrasza spread her lips in indecent euphory, as the arcane love fluid dripped down onto the queen sized bust of life aspect, a juicy, carnal manifestation of who his cock wife became in the recent decade.

Swollen and unearthly overgrown,  Lifebinder's breasts long ago surpassed the size of her head, now posing as two imprisoned, tightly packed funbags. Ruby nipples poked out from the miniature in comparison breastplate, standing stiff at all times, harlotly bathed in endless arousement.

Physically unable to fit in the ancient armory, which wasn't adjusted since red's defeat, both appeared as almost perfectly round flesh bags, indecently exposed alike a trophy their owner was.

“But once you restore my flight to it’s former glory, I shall reconsider granting you freedom once more, sweet flower.” Draconic lips bent into one of the warmest smiles his armory of expressions held. A faint, dreamy moan of the former dragonqueen escaped her throat as azure tail lied a single slap on the exhibition of her ass.

Scarlet underwear, once covering the entirety of her bottom, now hopelessly disappeared between the bare, creamy asscheeks of red aspect, merely covering a half of her dragon asshole. Lap filling rearquarters, requiring more than one pair of hands to fully hold, now proudly rested beneath her master’s table, warming up the floor and granted the highest of honours.

Carnal seat filler of the dragon bitch lied bestowed with the crest of Azerothian slave nations; a great azure dragon spread from her thighs to the very back, unfolding it’s magnificent wings and covering both of the subjugated continents, Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor, each placed on different from the twin buttcheeks, turning the great ass into a wiggling, tender banner of Azure domination.

“Now as it is the time, we may see to the birth of our thirteenth child. After all, you shall single-handedly repopulate the blue brood, only a quarter of the thousand remains.” Malygos risen from the chair and made a simple gesture, summoning the secondary slave consort, who stood silently, holding a silver plate.

“I've planned to dispatch in the moment of now but my mind has changed.” His hand embraced the other slave-consort, second to his meat. “Beauty of a single flower can be deafening but grace of a bouquet, irresistible. Is this not right, Dreamer?” Sharp claws dug into the round, saronite breastplate as she shuddered from the unwilling excitement.

Ysera’s face awashed with pink as she obediently pressed the azure lips against those of her husband, draconic tongue held the advantage over her own and soon her mouth surrendered, claimed as another of his properties.

A mild chuckle left his throat as he retreated from the mind bent slave, clenching her thighs hopelessly as a river of love juices escaped from beneath the thin, saronite panties in the shade of blackened indigo.

“Have you come, my Sapphire?” Pleased smile guested on his expression as he pressed the former aspect towards him, relishing in the chilling sensation of her breastplate.

“You will not…” She uttered every word separately as the sensation of her owner's touch threw her into state of dizzying heat; words grew difficult to form and the urge to satisfy herself lied held only by his direct orders. “...get away with this, Maly-”

“I asked you a question, my love.” He whispered and squinted his eyes softly, leading azure tail under the cover of her underwear, running it across the, far from her sister but still tender bottom.

“Three times since the break of dawn” Her answer was given quickly, yet with a moment of mild hesitation as she hopelessly fought his will. Instinctively, against her own decency, she pushed her bottom back, forcing the scaled tail between the buttcheeks.

“When exactly, my sweet frozen lotus?” Soft touch of the mana on the inner sides of her bottom encouraged her furtherly, arcane sensation laid a tempting kiss on her rear entrance.

“When you looked at me I came for the first time” Ysera bitten her lip, admitting to the indecent nature of the consort she became. A weak, shuddering breath followed soon after as the tail advanced. “Second followed as you uncovered your flawless, godly meat, Husband.”

Barely believing the words which left her mouth, she attempted to fight his control with everything she had left from her will, just to miserably fail and droll as the tail continued further. “T-Third time I came when you kissed me..”

“My perfect, carnal rose.” His tail slowly meet it's reach as the scaled hand grasped the slice of a game, rising it from a truesilver plate. Drops of the oil  ran down the round, brown meat and soon dripped down onto the richly exposed bust of Ysera, covering it in greasy coat, slowly flowing down between the purple breasts.

It was gone within seconds, thrown to one of the mana hounds, which rested in the corner. “Now.. I am done with my meal and if you may be so kind, return the cutlery to it's proper place. I barely can hold myself from spoiling my own plans and devouring the dessert where it stands”

A faint nod escaped her mouth as she turned around, showing off the tattooed, naked back and the night elven bottom, weakly hidden under a frostweaved creation of saronite, tightly sticking to her plump flesh as if a second skin, despite being under full coverage,it was exposed alike her sister's.

Whilst she bent to rest the truesilver creations on the nearby desk, he grasped the prime slave by the chin, softly rising it and with it stood up the colossus-class bust, Alexstrasza soon stared deep into her husband’s eyes as remnants of the arcane seed dripped from corner of her mouth.

Aspect of Magic grasped both of the mindslaved toys and squeezed their artful asses, granting dragonqueen a face of existential fulfilment whilst red awashed Ysera's face even furtherly, as she fought the mind corroding carnal heat.

“Now my love.” Turning both of the dragon bitches around, he stared at the frostwoven lair of coldarra fortress, vast and frozen, adorned with crystalized mana. “Dreamer, the great exhibition your body became renders me restless. I believe it is time for your wife's duty” Letting the last word out, softened his grasp, clearing her mind just enough to speak.

“Malygos, I will not..” Green toy clenched her teeth in the very next second, as the unearthly pressure returned, turning her tattooed, emerald ass into bastion of dumbing pleasure.

“Address me properly, sweet mana thistle” He purred into slick elven ear, listening to the hopeless, ragged breathing of his personal dragonqueen doll. Despite the chilling, Northrend winds, heat radiating from ruby cock-servant was almost burning.

“H-Husband..” She merely managed to let out as he ran his claw upwards the spine and granted her a moment of respite. “You seem to deny your love to my meat, Ysera. But it is your body who betrays you”

Azure claw pulled the straps of cloth and severed it, allowing the heavy, oversized, saronite breastplate to fall down and uncover Dreamer's bust. Stiff, viridian nipples stood proudly, each pierced with a mote of crystalized mana.

“Your body does not lie.” Elven body shuddered as the viridian, dreaming nipple piercing became energized with arcane. “But the lips do for some reason. Why is that?”

“I..” It costed her a deep breath as his hand caressed the tattooed back, coated with cabalistic runes. “I do not wish to praise your godly cocks again.” Her words were properly formulated, she refused to risk her ass becoming second brain again.

“What reason lies behind it?” He kept the warm smile, spreading the rearquarters of prime cock-wife and allowing ruby carving in shape of dragon’s egg to reflect shine of the nexus’ ley lines.

“Husband..” She begged softly, just before the merciless draconic hand dug between her asscheeks and rightfully claimed their prize. “I don’t want to be a cum addicted..” Once purple face now lied entirely coated in mixture of pink and red. “... dragon bitch”

“Good girl.. How long it took you to cease being alike one?” Emerald ass stood open wide alike a portal to the dream as azure tail rammed it's way in, millimeter by millimeter.

“M-Month before I stopped begging you to bathe me in your seed...” She twitched as alabaster spike slipped inside her bottom. “Three before I could exist without taste of your seed.”

“It is only right then that you receive this gift again. Kneel before me, Ysera.” Unable to deny his wish, she fell on her knees before him and swallowed deeply, staring at the slick, shining tools before her.

As it was in her new nature, she felt the saliva flowing into her mouth, it took aspect's control to not fall into rich droll on the sight of twin meat gods. Malygos did not lie and he appeared just prepared, tempting stench of arcane precum returned in her nostrils alike a long lost love.

She knew everything about them, upper one beared exactly an inch more whilst it’s twin stood canted furtherly than it's brother, both were flawless in every aspect of their appearance.

“I am waiting, Dreamer. But my patience grows thin..” She hesitated deeply, knowing that every of his rods were worth dying for and once her lips would meet them there would be no retreat.

Mother of All Dreams inhaled deeply once more, ragged and helpless, it filled her lungs and nose with the seed-scented air, Ysera felt as her mind ran with the deep love to each of them, seeded with the very smell of his tool.

Dreamer’s teeth clenched as she felt the burning meat pressing against her forehead, dripping with juices and painting a trail of indecent liquid as it lowered. Both of her eyes gazed inwards, staring at the narrow tip of her destiny.

“Say “Aah” my dear.” Malygos pressure strengthened and his tool bent, her face disappeared under the shining rod for a moment before it retreated, taking a hold just before her mouth.

“A-Aaaaah..” Spreading puffy lips and uncovering the saliva drowning depths of her cavity, she barely held herself as the tip softly lied on top of the amethyst tongue, spreading the salty taste across her taste buds.

Immensely thick nectar poured into her, nearly rendering her tongue immobile, which risen on it's own and engulfed the flawless head in purple, hungering flesh.

Moon-scented eyes squinted as azure dragon's hand ruffled her hair, reducing her to nothing but a cock sucking pupil.

What she thought of the draconic meat, devoutly loved between her lips, made no difference. Ysera knew she would soon rest alike her sister, holding eternal watch under the woodwork, answering to only one, womb filling god.

Running her lips across lower shaft she relished in the aroma of his cock, she remembered the days spent polishing his tool and bathing in the gallons of dragon semen, wonderful feeling of emerald strands being turned into jizz glued mess.

Showing proper respect and employing her tongue to collect all of the precum, she soon swallowed the carnal preludium, forced to let a mild coughter afterwards as liquid heaven blocked her throat.

“Good girl. Take your prize..” Her eye twitched as his salivated, cleaned cock slowly pushed forward, as the upper tool took slid across top of her head, leaving indecent, thick stains which slowly flowed down her hair, soon dripping off it’s end, laying just below the waist.

Her husband kept pressing forward till her dominated lips laid a subjugated kiss on the very base, allowing the twin rod to invade deep into her mouth, painting a mild bulge on her neck and forced a minor coughter.

Choking and spitting out the carnal nectar around his base, Ysera’s understood the Dragonqueen anew, having to be gently held by his hand to not follow as his meatrod slowly backed from her insides, soon proudly emerging from between emerald dragon's lips.

Numerous strings of mixture between her saliva and draconic, thick as honey precum formed between Ysera’s face and the flawless, fat draconic cock.

“Right person on the right spot, Darling.” Her eye had to close as he wiped the canted meat against her face. Alexstrasza no longer stood next to their husband, kneeling before his own bottom.

With face burried between her master's buttcheeks, she did wonderful things that Ysera could only dream about, purple cheeks drowned in the everlastingly flowing juice, escaping from her mouth.

Malygos ruffled hair of his property, staring down at the former great aspect, protector of Azeroth, now bestowed with a fat cock running across her face, sliding under her nostrils to fill them with stench of a salivated dick.

As the monumental hips of ass praising dragonqueen sticked out from behind her master, noise of pure euphory escaped from the scarlet lips, hidden between the draconic bottom.

Ysera's eyes jumped as the tool was suddenly slammed into her mouth, mind deafening sensation forced kiss upon her throat left her gurgling.

Azure dominator pulled back till tip of his tool once more rested on the end of her extended tongue and within no time rammed down her hole again.

Soon she was as nothing but a fleshy toy for her master's tremendous tools and desires, amethyst cheeks slapped against the base of his rod in a rhythmic, heavy manner which took a part of her mind with every quiet, gushing thud.

Her thoughts stirred with every of his moves, just alike the sticky liquids filling her throat. Guilty pleasure of his heavenly cock accompanied the symphony of two slurping dragons, each on the different end of their master’s waist.

And when the final, stomach reaching thrust slammed his crotch into her face, she felt as the oozing avalanche filled her belly, adorning it with seed, that just alike months ago would serve as her first and last dish of the day.

As Malygos’ hips began to back off, burying ruby consort deeper between her master’s buttcheeks, Ysera’s suction held her prize relentlessly, coating and tightening the tool in prison of flesh.  Inch by inch, he finally managed to escape from the cock devouring hole. Arcane meatrod jumped out with force, followed with a loud pop as if a bottle of wine was uncorked.

With the titanic resistance put by her mouth, it rested spotless before her lips as all of his seed lied trapped inside her throat, now coated only by the heavy, heat infused breaths. Sapphire hand ruffled the messy head of green Dreamer as twin part of the salty load slowly poured down her back, painting it white.

“It would seem you've changed your mind, Ysera.” His confident, calm voice reached her ears as she blindly rubbed her cheek against the hot meat as nest of indecent warmth lied inside her.

“That said, I don't believe you are in need of any further…   assistance.”  He left the red face in peace and began to turn, just as he felt a slick, soff hand climb his thigh and grasp the scale covered thigh, stopping Malygos in one place.

Arcane gaze returned to the cum bathed, seed filled cock consort and met the quivering, defeated gaze of former aspect. “Don't…”

Her grasp visibly weakened as he turned back again, pressing his tool against her cheek. A wave of visible relief traversed across her body as she once more felt it’s touch. “Why is that, my sweet flower? You don't wish for me to leave?”

“I..” She stopped, shuddering as helpless breath her lungs for a timeless while and then granting him a sight of a surrendered aspect, emerald dragon risen her eyes upon him. “I need it.”

“Is the dreamer willing to tell me that she needs my… tools?” Gentle grasp of alabaster claws risen her chin as he softly began to run his meat across her face, two rods repeatedly coursed from left to right, forcing slaved dragon to close her eyes every now and then.

A deep swallow was to be heard as she finally agreed, knowing that her mind already belonged to the desire and the very sight of her addiction turned her underwear into a soaked mess. There was only one thing left to say.

“I need your cock.” It was said and she turned her eyes away in shame, staring at the wall in humiliation, forced to say things so indecent. As his carnal victory manifested before him, Malygos stared at the subjugated aspect and nodded slowly, pressing the bending rod against lips of his consort, only watching as she hesitantly kissed it, relishing against her own will.

“I could agree to your wish and give you more to fuel your addiction. In return, you must only allow me to break you into a mindless, cum guzzling toy. You shall throw away the mantle of Aspect and swear an oath to serve me and my flight as a devoted breeder for all those who wish to use you”

A silence engulfed both of them, the confident blue dragon and the emerald doll, disturbed only by ruby consort’s slurping and furious work between thighs. It was a final offer, her status, her entire life and power in exchange for the right to drool over his meat for the rest of her life.

She could have all the eternity of a prime dragon, wisdom of the aspect and pride of the Eonar’s chosen but it was no longer choice of her mind but body. Emerald Queen turned around and took last, deep breath. Decision was made.

She bent over.

She marched into the throne hall, cobalt heels shined as the weak sunlight was reflected upon the tiled floor, carpeted with countless, frozen banners from every corner of Azeroth. Her advance ended only on the furthest, violet cloth of Kirin Tor.

Coated in the fingerless, lapis glove, her hand pulled the ruby leash, formed from the scales of generous red queen. “Aspect.” She bowed shallowly, not required to show the respect to which most of feminine servants was bound in the new era.

Malygos halted the fiery kiss for only a mere moment, allowing his lap sorceress to take a deep breath, followed by a carnal moan as her ladyparts rode his scaled thigh, second after her mouth lied sealed shut once again, dominated by the slick tongue of her lord.

Karigosa waited, knowing well that she was not the one to disturb her leader’s time of pleasure. Within no time she heard the shallow panting of elven cattle by her leg, torn robes of the former moon priestess sticked to her skin stiffely, glued by the countless layers of dragonic seed.

She bore no feelings towards the remnants of lower Azerothian races, foolish practitioners of lower magic were nothing but tools in the greater scheme. It was their stupidity what brought Azure dragonflight to near extinction, now they merely repaid their debt.

There was little understanding in her towards keeping one of the most powerful human mages at Malygos’ court but just as she tightened the arcane creation around her own slave, forcing the mana weaved chain deeper into kaldorei ladyparts, she came to a realization that it did not matter. Whisperwind cock-slave let out a faint moan.

Her seven inch tall heel soon stomped the head of moon bound toy as she feel cold, freezing wind embracing her own, naked buttcheeks. Adjusting the cobalt tanga, she clearly received the interest of the azure aspect as his lips let Proudmoore’s in peace, seemingly for good this time.

“My daughter returns from her mission.” His confident, amused voice echoed in the halls of Coldarra Palace, a monumental manifestation of the new world order, risen solely by the cattle races of Azeroth. Kirin Tor slut expressed her displeasure in the lack of his lips in form of resentful moan.

Tattooed breasts, hidden in undersized corset, pressed angrily against scaled shoulder, flawless pink nipples stood proudly, connected by a truesilver chain. It almost brought an entertained smile on dragon daughter’s face.

“Father, I bring you news from Teldrassil. Elven capital has been depopulated as of now and is ready to take in our people. The livestock is prepared to soothe their needs.” Deep relief flowed through her body as she could lay her eyes on the pleased expression of her father, knowing that she had done well.

“Splendidly done, Karigosa. With the aid of our allies we’re capable of sending enough of the blue dragonflight to ensure that everything will be under control” His left hand turned towards the prime consort, kneeling in her corner on the frostwoven cushions and eagerly stroking two meatrods of her eldest offspring.

She did not bother to even turn her gaze towards the former Dragonqueen, she took no burden to even truly consider her a thinking being anymore but as a simple proof that Azure dragonflight is meant to lay above all others.

With this prideful thought, she adjusted cobalt chestpiece, which sticked flat to her non-existent chest. Other daughters of the blue dragonflight would never let her forget about the inshapeful figure, yet she always knew that her father loved her nonetheless, lack of sexuality in her appearance meant nothing.

“Father, If I may a question..” Curious eyes and risen eyebrows of her father ensured her in his permit to speak furtherly. “...what are you willing to do with.. this?” She downturned sapphire eyes onto furiously serving green dragoness.

Magic Incarnate’s lips bent into a pleased smile as his sister, blind to words around her, continued to ride both of his tools at once, laying on the frozen floor and throwing her body back and forth, whilst drooling over the ground as vast bulge repeatedly appeared on her stomach.

“All in time, Daughter. Regardless of what happens with my sister, your mission in my name is over. It is time that you receive your reward” Alabaster claws made a simple gesture and two azure enforcers soon stood by her sides, towering and hulking.

“Allow your older brothers to escort you to the place of your.. ascension.” A bright smile painted on his lips as she turned around, soon stepping back into the hall she came from, pulling the elven cattle with herself.

Not knowing what powerful artifacts were to be her prize or what ancient formulas would be shared with her, she bent her lips into smile, just as radiant as her father’s. Soon she’ll stand above all of her brethren, no cretin will ever be able to order her around, no matter if she was the seventeenth child of Malygos’.

And as she was laid against the gate to lower parts of the Palace and massive claws grasped her flat buttcheeks, spreading them to the sides, Karigosa knew she would soon rule.

Klaxxi’va Ik. Resting on the monumental ember throne and pleasantly staring at the incoming pandaren flesh slave. Her trillium heels rhythmically clattered against the seed flowing floor as she wore nothing else but an armor that covered exactly nothing.

Forged into the image of insectoid carapace, it was meant to rise her breasts and cover everything in a thin, transparent silk from windwool, turning her very existence into indecent display.

Milky thighs rubbed against each other, salacious and puffy, invitingly appetizing the eye to take a bite, as if they were to melt under one’s touch.

The vast, waving hips appeared view-filling, enough to bury one’s face once and for all under the soft quilt of pandaren bottom, plump meatbags.

Stinger piercings decorated the stiff, puffy culminations of her front, pushed up and out as an exhibition, there was little left to imagination when pink, flawless nipples were served almost as if on a plate.

Li allowed herself to carry the plate in one hand for just a moment, running the black paw across fur of her chest, glued from numerous layers of dried out semen for she wasn’t given the benefit of a bath for a long time.

Without slightest trace of pity, she looked at the spasming kal’dorei elves, chained by the walls in rows, writhing as countless eggs softly dropped from their ladyparts into soft nests, made from remnants of their previous clothing.

A former emissary of the darnassian royalty squealed as the glowing meat spear of broodmother entered her stretched insides, soon filling the womb with life giving seed, allowing the stomach to glow with faint, sickly yellow glimmer. At this same time, a slice of enchanted amber fruit was forced between the jizz stained lips.

The sweet and addictive fruit was harvested from the ancient pandarian trees of Sheek’zer, once forgotten but now flourishing across the Klaxxi land once more. A single slice could provide energy for a week and thus this was how often slaves were fed.

Once the belly of breeding slave was swollen to a pleasant, rounds shape, Broodmother retreated and allowed the tangerine rod to escape elven insides, lengthy as a twig of an adult tree and thick, sturdy at the bottom, eventually narrowing into thin, womb opening stinger-like top.

The night elf let out a hopeless, carnal moan and began to breathe in a ragged manner as drops of the yellow, glimmering seed kept pouring from tool of her impregnator. Honey shaded juice of life dripped onto the ground as Broodmother moved to another slave, usually as single womb filling was enough to keep the eggs flowing for a week.

Li knew however, from vast experience, that impregnations happened much more often than necessary, the slaves were open to all of the Klaxxi kind and no council could take place unless every member was being properly blown off.

Her days of breeding duties were mostly over but she still remembered the days of chains shackling her wrists and guards setting bets for which slave could fit the most eggs inside her asshole. Former bowmistress of the Serpent’s Tail not once won, fitting more into herself than she had years. The date of her eighteenth birthday was not exactly sitting in her mind but at least eight winters have passed since.

Grasping a debately clean chalice, she passed between the rows of slaves and bowed to the royal guards, kneeling before each and laying on soft member of each one, respectfully cleaning the leaking seed with her tongue.

As taste buds were done relishing in the oozy, glowing seed, she upturned her eyes onto the enormous, spike covered meatrod of Klaxxi’va Ik. Made as if from countless plates of amber carapace, it was thicker than Pandaren’s shapely thigh and just as long as she was tall.

Vee Luo, former innkeeper of Summer’s rest ran her tongue on the eastern side of the shaft, sneaking into the cavities of the godly rod and fishing out every single drop of precum as the claw-fingers of mantid master stirred her love juices, slowly but endlessly invading her overflowing ladyparts.

Matron Vi Vinh, once the innkeeper of Shrine of Seven Stars,  sucked on the western part of her new life’s purpose, granting a thick coat of saliva to the godly shaft and repeatedly pressing her nostrils against it, inhaling deeply the scent of her owner’s tool.

Two pandaren mothers swarmed around the cock, once meant to keep their guests cozy and fed, now existed only to warm the meat of insectoid overseers as their bellies swelled up, kept on strict semen diet.

Scaling the treacherous steps and stepping over the violated, mind broken elven bodies, pandaren cum-slave rised her hands with the plate and knelt just before his godly tool. Her nostrils spread, inhaling the scent of insectoid member, which almost rubbed against the white forehead.

A simple, slow gesture followed from her owner’s limb and the amber filled plate was quickly taken away by a tamed naga siren, who swiftly brought the meal to their master’s jaws. Tangerine eye of the mantid was set on Li as the monumental member twitched. She understood without a word.

Previously grasped chalice was put just beneath the end of seed giving tool and former bowmistress awaited in silence as the thin, sluggish stream of everflowing jizz filled container.

Pandarens were but pets to the Klaxxi and were not allowed to speak unless told and even before so, their insides had to be cleansed and thus, once the chalice was filled with faintly glowing semen, she guzzled down the entire scared wine under the envious eyes of naga toy.

Creatures of the deep were considered even lower than vermin by the mantid and given the worst, most humiliating tasks in the amber empire and as Li expected, one before her got away only due to her breasts bearing size larger than her own head. Even so, she was forbid to taste any of the godly insectoid jizz and the closest what she got to it was most likely rimming other used slaves, gathering the remnants.

Sickly golden nectar soon made it’s way through Li’s throat, working as a glue due to it’s unearthly thickness. Cum-slave squinted her eyes as vision went blurry from the flesh relishment of seed and few bubbles emerged from her lips as she tried to breathe again.

The seed of mantid lords was not only highly addictive and drugging, it was almost as if it awashed her brain and melted the mind into a state of semen soaked mush. Only experience kept her away from asking for more.

But now that her insides were cleansed and flowing with the divine seed, she upturned her cum-drunken eyes and uttered a word seeping with obedience. “Master. The slave to your dick comes as ordered”

“Ah yes, the pandaren breeding meat. You’ll be of use today” The very voice of her owner brought her ladyparts to state of flowing river but it was when his hand grasped her hair, that she came twice in period of a second, spasming and biting her lip.

Amber buttplug in shape of mature egg fell out of her gaping butt and left nothing but a brilliantly spread hole, twitching as the oval carving, bearing numerous blunt spikes, clattered against the floor.

“My master..This fur covered slut begs for your forgiveness..” Quiet words of shame followed as Li fought to calm the ragged breath. The ass-spreader had to be reinserted as soon as possible, for she had to be ready to take in any cock at any time.

But it was the mantid who picked up the egg, which’s width was easily comparable to Li’s own neck. The cum-sworn flesh toy spread her lips to utter another apologetic word but only clenched her teeth as her master began to put it back into her bottom.

“You’ll bring me my feast.” Klaxxi’va Ik spoke as the oval shape slowly made it’s way into it’s nest, causing saliva to droll down Li’s chin. “And then, you’ll return to the breeding chambers. Broodmother’s will ensure this will not happen again”

“Y-Yes..” She squinted her eyes, drunk with the sensation as the widest point of egg made it into her bottom, allowing the rest to be grasped deeper by the fleshy walls of her bottom, slowly slithered deeper till there was nothing to be seen. “Yes my lord…”

Bowing deeply and laying last, fanatic kiss on the dripping tool, she quickly retreated from the main hall and barely avoided slipping on the glowing seed that bathed the floor, given that Broodmother made it into the other side of the hall.

She was granted the grand duty to bring her master the meal he desired and Li was well aware that it wasn’t just her worthless life that lied on the stake but even more importantly, the right to drink Ik’s sacred jizz.

Cocksleeve of the insects found her way into the side hall of the shrine where more valued possessions of the Klaxxi were located and sweeped the room with her eyes, as the realization hit her; she was to make a choice.

The dark amethyst skin and leaf hair were much to insectoid likes, what was the reason for kaldorei to dominate the slave pens and Li could lay her eyes on few well known flesh toys that once were set as heroes of their kind.

A pair of pink, well swollen night udders was pushing from between the webs, chained together nipples stood proudly, green as the land they came from.

The eyes were hopeless, yet a spark of resistance was to be found deep within them. Li couldn’t see it for long however, as soon a massive spider abdomen covered elven face.

The spider brood was named after it found particular fondness of laying eggs inside children of the moon and former ranger general of Darnassus was reduced to a breeding hive.

Li stared at the shaped belly as one of the lurkers left Shandris’ face under a coat of web, just as a wild chain of spasms threw her body around as spider monstrosity inserted it’s tool, a sickly pink tube into the amethyst ladyparts.

A muffled moan escaped from beneath the web as the flow of eggs began, one after another forced it’s way through the tight, yet flexible member of arachne. Night elf’s voice broke into incoherent, pleasure broken sound.

“Shhhh…” Li ran pressed her finger across the encased lips whilst fingers ran across the slowly but steadily swelling belly. Shandris Feathermoon shuddered with every egg making it into her insides but pandaren knew it was of no concern. Elven breeding toy was broken to a degree where telling a difference between pain and pleasure was no longer a possibility.

Knowing that there will be no use of filled up spider toy, she turned her eyes to other plaything of local wildlife.

Maiev Shadowsong lied spread on the ground like a cum-stained carpet, choking on a fat, fist-thick cock of a molten mantid, which dug deep into the throat, filling insides with fiery light. Her eyes stared, centred at the sticky meatrod of her tormentor, as it lied on her face entirely, sliding between eyes and canting down into the mouth.

Her legs hanged high into the skies, held by the other insectoid as his tool was sliding deep into the widely spread ass, most likely meeting with head to head with the other fiery dick in her stomach, rubbing against each other.

Slut warden gargled while tears kept running down her cheeks, weeks have passed since last time she could taste anything else than a molten cock of a mantid from depths and the everlasting pool of fire shaded seed beneath her was the greatest proof of it.

With one slave filled with meters of cock and other one swollen up with eggs, she laid down her eyes on the last important elven figurine that could be a fitting entertainment for the mantid lord.

Elune’s chosen high priestess, the prominent leader of former nation of Kaldorei, now merely a renowned dick warmer and servant to the cock, Tyrande was now a queen between the living sex toys, leading a nation of expendable fuck holes and cum-addicted sluts.

Li treaded closer, watching as truesilver chalice was rised to Whisperwind’s mouth, soon forcing her to guzzle down the ounces of thick, addictive seed as it was in nature of queens to receive the best. Night elf choked a few times, bubbles began to rise from her mouth, breaking a moment later. The Broodmother softly hit her neck, allowing her to breathe once more; without experience, thickness of the insect jizz could clog up one’s throat.

With a simple gesture, she ordered the broodmother to leave. Insectoid impregnator stared at her for a short moment but only moved towards the next mind broken servant,, tapping the glowing tip of her dick against green aspect’s lips, which spread quickly after in well trained response.

Pandaren cum-slave looked down and examined the slut of glowing, moon udders. Leader of the whore nation rised her gaze and meet the eyes of former bow mistress. Li’s lips spread into a wide smile. What makes a better feast than the elven leader herself?

Moon toy tiptoed across the hall, rapidly moving her feet, each encased in the towering, platformless stilettos in the shade of amber, each bearing twelve inches, forcing the former priestess to put her entire weight on the very tips of her toes and making it impossible to even mildly bend her footing.

The plump, mouth watering thighs lied imprisoned in tight, white fishnet which reached up to the very ladyparts, where laced but crotchless pair of panties invitingly shown off flawless entrance to her cocksocket.

As she slowly traversed towards her owner, the mammoth asscheeks wiggled wildly alike a pair of waterbeds, vast enough to cloak a head of adult man but soft and puffy enough to drown a hand in them.

Leaving a shining trail of love juices, she grasped air rapidly and in a ragged manner as truesilver jewelry filled up her rear to the extent.

When Darnassus well, elven population of fuckmeat was stripped down of any form of clothing; all medallions and necklaces of Elune were taken away and one by one stored inside the bottom of goddess’ chosen herself.

Tyrande upturned her eyes as her blessed funbags lied freely apart, decorated single silver chain that bound them together. Elven nipples stood tall and radiated with bright, moon-scented light, alike gnomish neon.

The Nightslut, Elune’s Harlot, Moonmeat, Darnassian Dool or Cock Choosen, Tyrande held many titles but there was only one purpose for her existence now. To be a hole. A filled one if precision was needed.

Insectoid lord made a simple, sluggish gesture and his toy looked down upon the god sized tool, hesitantly staring at the woman breaker, Her duty was to show proper respect to the leaking tool but she couldn’t allow herself to bend down.

Yet soon the swirl of air announced means of encouragement for her lips and within no time her knees bent, allowing lips to taste the mind numbing rod.

“Still resisting the meat of gods?” She heard the screeching voice of one moth amazon as firm grasp pushed her head across the shaft, wiping it from saliva left by pandaren matrons.

“Darnassian meat truly lacks brain” The other sister screeched and pulled Tyrande up, this time holding by the cum-glued hair, filled with withered leaves.

They both stared at her, cyan carapace shined as the glowing rain followed. Dust from their wings collapsed from the skies covering her face in glittering coat as the oozing juices kept it sticked to her skin.

Tyrande blinked as the carnal makeup stained her face. Elven gaze fallen on two massive figures around her, muscled bodies in the shade of aquamarine and alabaster insectoid wings, softly falling down their backs and forming thin, firm wings.

“Elven slut forgot her place.” Moth Amazon, a renowned cast from the insectoid empire chuckled and gestured towards Li, who quickly disappeared into one of the side slave-halls.”But so be it. We’ll give her queen’s treatment”

Elune’s chosen cocksleve groaned as she was lifted by the semen soaked hair, the glittering mixture of precum and saliva kept slowly oozing down her face. She was put on legs, once more forced to stand in the hellish heels, knowing that her feet will never be the same again.

Expression cracked for a moment as her bottom was spanked with force by the muscled amazon, forcing her bottom to wiggle for few seconds afterwards, huge and seat filling, had she been given one.

Li moved into halls once more, carrying the instrument of Whisperwind’s destruction and slowly placing it just beneath her. Pandaren cum guzzler bowed in respect and stared at the tool, barely keeping off her own droll.

“Here our Queen, your throne has arrived.” One of the amazons spoke and grasped her by the left arm, whilst her sister let out a dread chuckle. “A fine throne for the fat, mammoth ass of yours.” Long, thin fingers grasped her other arm as well.

Tyrande’s tormented, almost absent expression remained unaffected during their talk, elven duty-hole barely could manage to concentrate on the pain in her toes and to listen to her torturers.

Yet a painful, lust-broken shirek was ripped out of her throat as moon scented eyes spread wildly like cricles when a replica of a titanic behemoth Raigonn, a living battering ram that was used to break down the gates of Setting Sun.

And alike it’s owner, the colossus-class dick was a battering ram on it’s own, breaking the gates and penetrating any womb. Tyrande’s teeth were on the verge of breaking apart as she clenched them in response to the far-reaching replica from black carapace.

Cock in the vastness of her own waist now was pushed into her insides, advancing in it’s warpath and spreading everything apart like as if in inserted into butter, insides of the elf stood no chance against a monument of such class.

Tyrande tired to speak, to say a single word but it was nothing else than a simple squeal of pleasure broken pain bitch as amazon sisters pushed her down to the very bottom of her pussy mold, sealing the shape of her insides once and for all. Or until she would be taken off for the last time, it was.

Feeling no control over her legs as if there was no more connection to them, she only sat with the awareness that she may never walk again, with what will be left from her bottom once she’s picked up.

She twitched, spread apart around the colossal dick alike a mere sheet for it,  as droll escaped from between her teeth, it was clear that she was an expendable slut to her owners. Alike all of her kind.

“Such long ears but she never heard how to properly behave in presence of her masters…” One of the amazons led caracaped finger across her long ear, squinting her eyes. and rubbing it at the end. “Makes me wanna..”

“Denying master’s cock clearly proves there is not much brain in her little, elven head. Why not fill it with something else then?” Her other ear was grasped by the sister amazon, soon pulled up a bit, exposing more of the purple skin.

“I bet there is quite the space inside her head.” Tyrande sat motionlessly, listening dreadfully to the words of her violators and feeling as her flesh was in the slow process of shaping into Raigon’s titanic cock.

“Mind if we check out…?” Elune’s priestess’ eyes spread in fear as two twin dicks laid on her face from both sides, thick as adult man’s wrist and shining, covered in the glittery dust and adorned with colorful jewels on each side.

Thick but not as long, it was hellishly blue and shining, rows of sapphires spread on every side of her cock, as the head was much resembling a human one, yet significantly much more puffy and in the shade of deep water.

Twin of the other moth amazon laid in similarity, although green as the summer grass and rich in emeralds and malachites, alike the other one, it possessed a huge, black ballsack covered in endless jewelry..

“Looks tight in here..” Tyrande shuddered as the wet, spongey head of insectoid cock kissed the entrance to her ear, coating it in sticky undefined liquid. “Quite…” The sensation only strengthened when her other ear met the same fate.

Rubbed and slimed with two meatrods, elven slave felt as the liquid covered her temples, soon filling insides with if ear with the oozing liquid, dulling down her ability to hear and causing her to get a deep feeling of being underwater.

A few muffled chuckles followed and she felt as the twin cocks soon stopped at the exact entrances to her ears, hot and dreadful in their intention. Her eyelids fell as she squinted her eyes in the response to the pressure put onto her skin.

“Damn tight slut..” Distant voice of amazon reached her and Tyrande’s teeth once more clenched and red awashed her face as the puffy head of insectoid cock began to spread apart her entrance just to suddenly slide halfway in.

Elven eyes’ rolled up immediately as her head was filled with half filled with cock but it wouldn’t be sufficient as amazon hips pressed forward.

The shafts of the meaty, juicy cocks bend upwards as moonslut’s insides would hold the line. Tyrande’s vision grew almost entirely dark till finally her inner walls broke and with a loud, double plop both dicks finally made it into her head fully, massive ballsacks slapped her cheeks in a twin motion.

“Good girl. I knew there would be a lot of space inside.” Tyrande’s eye kept twitching as two amazon cocks filled her head, just to soon pull out with difficulties, just alike a wine cork is pulled out of the bottle.

With a loud smack, the twin ballsacks once more slapped as moth meatrods were thrust into her little head again. Tyrande’s fingers spread and froze,  the muscles became tense as contents of her pretty head met he puffy head.

“We’re only getting started honey.” Soon another thrust followed the and elven expression was twisted into a state of mild chaos with elune’s chosen nerves being a mere playground.

Soon the hips entered a steady, firm rhythm and synchronically swung with their companion, in and out; sending Tyrande’s face into broken mess, forcing it to freeze in twisted expressions with every thrust.

She felt as her mind was gushed down into a state of brain fucked nothingness, up to the amusement of her moth defilers. Her lips spread as eyes would repeatedly roll up and then down in uncontrollable twitch.

Just then she realized that her tormentors’ breaths grew heavy and jeweled cocks were pulled out to the very entrances of her ears, just to once more be pushed inside with force. Cheeks lied slapped with a thunder force of insectoid ballsacks as she felt the warm liquids inside herself.

Her eyes stood open wide as she felt her head slowly filling and becoming heavy with the nectar of her new gods, Tyrande panted with tongue out, just so moth amazons could wipe their cum stained cocks into her taste buds.

As an avalanche of seed was sank inside her head, she not only tasted it on her tongue, she became one with her master’s jizz.

“Now. All you need to think about is in your head..” The amazons patted her head as semen oozed from elven ears and then turned their eyes to Li. Pandaren stood motionlessly for the duration of Elune’s chosen torment and simply watched.

Slaves that refused to perform their duties and show proper respect went one place. Deep below into the hives. With enough luck, she won’t ever be on Tyrande’s place.

Had one ceased it’s work or rested beneath the moon that night and decided to stare at the night sky, he would observe a strange phenomenon. Stars would blink one after another in a seemingly straight path.

For a more careful or knowledgable eye it would appear as a large black shape soaring through the skies and blocking out the starlight.  But none of those would be able to guess what exactly just flew above them.

Ysera spread her wings and dived above the border between Eastern Plaguelands and Ghostlands where unbalance scented air almost stinged the dreamer. Both on the soul and the flesh.

She flew just past Deatholme and curiously observed as the undead forces stirred beneath her in maddening anarchy. It was uncertain whether the scourge here was yet aware of recent events.

However, her purpose did not like in fighting with the scourge forces nor frightening mortals. Dragon eyes in the shade of moonlight turned towards towers coronated with crystals and the place where her destination lied.

Silvermoon. The city of everlasting autumn trees of milk barks and wide streets where floor was laid with white and red tiles. Scarlet and gold dominated every corner disturbed only the unnaturally green bushes and tickets.

Tall, colorful spires licked the cloudy sky and crystals stood proudly just as the kin that build them. Ysera lowered her flight just before the gate to city that was gently and firmly connected beauty with practicality.

She landed just before the pompous gate to the capital of blood elven race and spared a moment to briefly savor in the brilliance of their craft.

Already elven hand softly caressed the colorful petals and sent a few on their way to be carried by the enchanted winds of Quel’Thalas.

Dignified banners of the elven race proudly waved on the summoned winds and resembled the grace of their creators when Ysera turned her moon scented eyes towards the the small bridge that led over the gardens.

Sin’dorei envoy was already on it’s way and  Emerald Queen awaited as as the royal guards have closed up on her.

“I greet you, children of the blood.” Voice of the aspect ceased all of the minor enchantments that thickened the air around her

“It’s an honor to us, Dreamer.” Liadrin greeted her briefly and then led deeper into the city without further stalling.

Ysera upturned her eyes onto the towering statue of Kael’thas and wondered whether the elves have decided yet to take down the monumental remnants of his reign and legacy.

For some reason they still stood despite his betrayal and alliance with forces of the Burning Legion that was followed by spectacular defeat at the behalf of adventurers.

Centuries spent between the mortal races of Azeroth and yet they still manage to surprise. She treaded through the mildly crowded streets with first of the Blood Knights.

Charmed brooms still sweeped the floor, collecting countless confetti and flowers left after the grand celebration that left the city in, to say the least, favorable and understandable  mess.

In numerous corners the broken bottles piled high as the joy of blood elves reached it’s peak knowing that they will no longer be converted into undead servants of the death itself.

Taverns had to employ mages to take care of the disorder they were left in and city supplies of wine grew thin. Numerous perpetrators of this particular situation were still far from sober.

Liadrin remained surprisingly silent and haven’t uttered a single word since their meeting and remained at least cautious. Ysera seeked the reason in recent events in the Northrend.

Threat from the scourge and their leader was mostly neutralized by this moment and it clearly appeared as reason to celebrate for most. Yet the Blood Matriarch could have chosen to remain watchful despite everything else.

“I am surprised to see that you’ve already returned, Lady Liadrin. I would have expected you to ensure the victory and safety of the Icecrown region.” She began softly and then followed with seemingly innocent intentions

“Interestingly I sense no contentment from your side. One would say that victory over the Lich King would bring you satisfaction and peace of mind. Just alike to your kin” It was a fact that Liadrin appeared to be one of the few faces around that weren’t filled with joy.

“We’ve brought ourselves to the end of that dark path and a new future beams before us. My brothers and sisters are well in their right to celebrate this grand day but I will not allow myself to lose  focus. This new future needs firm hands to be built and I’ll grant mine, Even at the cost of this joy”

Ysera rised eyebrows in curiosity. “A choice worth recognition and honour but nonetheless dangerous. Mortals that throw away relief and happiness often hollow in their heart and mind alike.”

“If that’s the price.” Blood knight remained unchanged as they treaded across the red velvet that coated the floor before Sunfury Spire. Rows of elven royal guards guarded the

They marched into the Silvermoon’s palace and gazed across the vast and spacious throne hall which for reason yet unspecified was rather empty.

“May I audience with Lor’Themar?” She asked and turned towards the lonely standing, floating bush near the entrance. Just like everything else in the hall it was bathed in the amethyst light of crystal above.

“Lord Regent is currently indisposable.” Liadrin announced the lack of current Sin’Dorei leader with indifferent voice as the escort swiftly dispersed.

“And what brought him out of his beloved sun court?” Ysera took a few steps close to the throne weaved from iris velvet and silken curtains that almost carefully coated the seat.

“Pompous chair” as the regent called it was more of a decorative addition to the hall than true seat of the regent. Lor’Themar avoided it with passion and not one council was held stand-up.

“Ranger General then?” Liadrin’s expression was an answer in itself. Halduron is also away?

“Rommath?” The answer was clear in the silence that followed. Ysera was curious a little. It wouldn’t be uncommon for all three to leave the capital at the same time. But it was rare for her to not know why.

Ysera nodded quietly to herself and then gazed deeper into the throne chambers. “Very well. My plans haven’t converged with their presence in the end.” It was a fact.

“The Lifebinder awaits you on top of the spire, Dreamer” It did not surprise her that Liadrin knew her reason to visit the city. Anyone who knew what being resided on top of the spire would know.

She descended deeper into the spire and climbed onto the ramps and entered inner palace just to stop before a massive, glowing, red orb in middle of the circular hall.

Sunbound energies engulfed her for a moment thinner than blink of an eye and she stepped onto the bright carpets of the chambers at top of the spire.

Ysera separated her hands from the twin scrying orb in the outer room as the magical item served as catalyst for magical formula. Or in simpler words: a fancier and faster elevator with use of magic.

There was only path and she passed the transparent curtain to enter the meeting room of lord regent himself. But she was no guest to elven leader this time.

The room bathed in enchanted light of the crystals floating just below the ceiling and creating artificial night as the windows were as well magically bound to let no sunlight pass into the chamber.

And on the spacious cushion in the shade of tiger’s eye sat her host whose eyes sparkled with amusement.

“I am in awe, Lifebinder. Truly.. Ambientful and flavoured.” Had she not know the red dragon for her entire lifespan, which greatly surpassed the oldest races on Azeroth, she would assume that she is being seduced.

Alexstrasza’s melodious laughter brought the floating bushes to mantle themselves with sprouting flowers and roots to burst from the flowerpots and almost reach the very polished floor.

Dragonqueen.. Red Mother. The Red. She bore many names but races of Azeroth knew her as the Aspect of Life. Leader of the red dragonflight and defender of life.

“I am delighted to hear that my efforts were not in vain. Your coming was an unexpected but welcome surprise. May you rest with me?” She patted a silken pillow, large enough to host a tauren warrior, just next to her.

“It would appear that took a liking to Sin’dorei hospitality and means of relaxation.” Sisters sat one next to another and Ysera asked herself when was the last time this happened.

Yet she continued to rail the conversation onto more formal topic. “The nightmare had already ended and I may breathe with relief at long last.”

Closing the moon scented eyes she added. “I still can sense his departure. I can sense his lack.”

Red dragoness squinted her eyes. “This resolution pained me deeply, but the destruction, the monumental loss of life, had to end. Regardless of Malygos's recent transgressions, I still mourn his loss.”

“He was a guardian, a protector of what he held dear. That day one of Azeroth’s mightiest has fallen. Yet..” Golden eyes turned towards her with inquisitive curiosity. “... this is not what you came to me for. The Dreamer does not waste time on things trivial such as chatter about recent events she is well informed about.”

“That would appear to be true, Sister.” Ysera spread her eyes and stared at the floating carving of sun and stars above them.

Had an outside watcher spied on them it would not appear as anything changed since the very last moment their lips were in motion. The change was subtle but quickly would choke those of weaker mind.

“The news of your recent actions… operations, to not call them machinations, have reached our ear.”

“Oh?” Lifebinder bestowed her with smile which often marked Alexstrasza’s little games.

As it was usually reserved for mortals, Ysera found herself mildly surprised. She did not know why her sister tried to play around informations they both knew very well.

“It has been observed that agents of the red dragonflight recently appeared on most of the courts on Azeroth. There is no known threat that would require such spread of your forces, Dragonqueen.” Ysera’s voice remained calm as she felt someone using the scrying orb to get on top of the spire.

“Stormwind, Ironforge, Darnassus,, Orgrimmar, Silvermoon…” A plate, to which Ysera didn’t pay much attention, soon rested on the small pillow between them. “...Timbermaw, Hope’s Chapel and Gilneas to say a few.”

Alextrasza listened with clearly amused expression which effectively diluted the tense atmosphere. “Can’t mother watch after their children, Dreamer? They have done enough harm to each other.”

“There is a certain border between sending your ambassadors and envoys, and silently planting agents, Sister.” Most of the choices were understandable for the emerald dragon, yet few still bothered her.

Having ears and eyes on the royal courts was doubtlessly a smart choice but Alexstrasza embed her agents even in places of seemingly non-existent importance; forts of the primitive bear-men races or Gilneas which was separated from the outer world for countless years now.

“Force provokes force and subtle paths to lead mortals are much more.. Effective. How may you blame me for seeking control over this everlasting cycle of harm and damage?” Golden eyes squinted.

“Malygos seeked to control magic, Sister. He desired to cage the energies of this world. You know of his fate.” Ysera’s glare remained unquivering. The red queen stalled and played enough already. None of this resembled the being she was.

“Mortals tend to put dangerous beasts in cages.” Alexstrasza lied a steel covered hand on her cheek. “Till they are safe and obedient, that is. Perhaps they should know that treatment as well”

“So this is what you seek. Control over the mortal races.” Silken chuckle of the dragonqueen filled the room once more as she made a simple gesture. Only then Ysera realized that Liadrin has been standing over them all this time.

“Leave us, Blood Matriarch” Lifebinder kept her lips bent into an amused smile as paladin slowly walked out of the room. Then she reached for the plate, tapping silver surface with her claw glove.

“You speak a lot today sister. Perhaps a drink to soothe worn out throat?” With a presenting move she pointed at the two wine glasses, each standing on the plate just below them.

Tall and scarlet they stood on the plate, each base made from carved, golden painted steel. Transparent glass in the shade of blood proudly kept it’s content inside.

Ysera stared at the creamy, thick liquid that filled the containers to the very extent. White as the snow drink held a few small bubbles on it’s surface and spread an intensive, fleshy aroma into the air. It’s truly… Oozing.

“I shall hold myself for now. My throat does not suffer soreness, Sister. Not feeling like milk either” Flame haired aspect had a truly amused expression on her face and grasped her own drink.

“Not yet.” She sipped the gooey liquor and fleshy relishment painted itself on her face. Whatever it was, Ysera was convinced that it was no less than delicious to the red dragon.

“I doubt we’ll speak for long enough to make it so.” She truly tired of Alexstrasza’s games and wouldn’t let herself be carried off the topic she came to discuss and her companion knew this as well.

“Right..” The enjoyment of golden-eyed matriarch seemed to reach it’s peak at this point and emerald one began to truly ask herself what was the matter she was unaware of.

There was quite a few things that didn’t make sense at this point. Alexstrasza wasn’t the one to play with words and certainly not against other ancients. Not against her.

“May you explain why the Blood Matriarch is serving us drinks?” Liadrin was a paladin and the supreme master of her holy order. She didn’t serve drinks and not even for aspects.

“It would appear that the matriarch shares my point of view and joined my cause as one of my servants.” Alexstrasza’s smile painted itself with victory. “Sometimes you must cage what you protect”

“How? What happened to your love, Alexstrasza? Where is the aspect of life that would sacrifice her own life for the sake of her children?” Ysera’s voice became heavier, her sister was acting unfit for who she was. .

“My love is what will cage them, Dreamer. With my kindness I’ll bind them to my will and then bring them to dependency on my love alone. My compassion shall flavour their life and my benevolence will bring them to addiction. Addiction of me and me alone.”

That was enough for emerald dragon to question sanity of fellow aspect. She already feared of the consequences. Had she followed Deathwing into the embrace of madness, the outcome could be the end of everything they knew.

“What if one does not agree to this?” There was only one more matter that had to be unfolded from mystery.

The glass has meet the silver plate once more as the rest of extraordinary drink has been lost in red’s throat. Her tender, pink tongue ran across the lips as she collected the remnants of the liquid. Then her eyes upturned on her sister. “I’m afraid it’s not a choice.”

Ysera’s slick legs rised her up as she left the drink forlorn on the plate. “There is nothing more to say, Sister. We’ll meet soon”  Others must know of this. It could have been work of the Old Ones again.

“Leaving already?” Unnatural curiosity tainted the voice of her companion and brought Ysera to assume the worst. Alexstrasza was not the oldest but doubtlessly the strongest of aspects. I do not need to win. I need only to escape and perhaps..

“Lovebinder?” A familiar voice of the paladin has reached her from behind and broke her train of thoughts. Green aspect turned back and spotted a few blood knights alongside with their leader.

Lovebinder…? This is how you call yourself now, sister? Blonde matriarch stood with another plate in her hands and held more of the oozing drinks while two of her servants carried a massive golden chest. “Do you intend to stop me, Alexstrasza?”

“Stop is said a little too much. I simply wish for you to experience our newly found generouisity. I love you sister unlike any of the other aspects. And I shall do what is necessary to ensure that you embrace this feeling as yours.”

Emerald queen began to delve into the dream and reached for her heritage, ethereal energies of the realm that is beneath thin reality. “I, as well, do what I must, Sister. I do not hold this against you but mourn greatly your choice.”

“Oh.” Alexstrasza grasped the untouched glass with tips of her claws and then took a small sip. Pleased expression painted itself on her face. “As always. You bring happiness to my heart.”

Filled with rubies and amethysts, the chest hit floor with loud thud. Liadrin cast a simple paladin spell and the lock has turned on it’s own. Her pawns knelt on both sides of the rich container and slowly opened it.

Ysera’s forehead frowned deeply and a mixture of shock and disbelief painted itself on her face just to soon be followed with great worry. “How..”

Shaded like brightest of the gold it rested on the puffy made out of felcloth. The round, flawless medallion reflected weak light blissfully and brought Ysera to unnerving disposition.

“How.. It was shattered..” What she seen had to be an illusion. The nightmare-bringing artifact was destroyed long ago alongside with the horror that it brought.

“Oh indeed. It has. And I’ve managed to restore it’s former glory and then surpassed it.” Emerald dragon tried to speak but a wave of her own energy has thrown her down on knees.

“How? We did not grant our power again...” The artifact shouldn’t work without pouring her essence into it. But it did. There was something between her and the scrying orb. A tying factor.

Dragonqueen stood from her silken pillow and then slowly walked before her sister. Steel grasped the chin of dreaming one and upturned it, forcing Ysera to meet eyes of other aspect.

“Remnants of your power were enough to create the link and your presence remained everything that was left necessary for arcane formulas to come into life.” Green one’s eyes flickered as she embraced her own stomach in unnamable pain

“What you now feel is arcane feedback loop. It effectively drains your power and then uses against you in form of primitive force.” Alexstrasza let go of her sister’s chin and allowed the slim, night elven body to fall onto the soft carpet.

“We don’t want a raging green dragon around, do we?” Dreamer took a deep, ragged breath and then had to try twice before exhaling.

Tip of plated greave rised her head slightly as she felt her consciousness slipping away for the rate at which her energy was being drained overwhelmed her. Ysera understood that she allowed herself to be fooled.

The spell was cast and she took it in willingly as she used the orb. Lightbound energies of the court were nothing else but a smokescreen to arcane machinations of scale much larger. Familiar forces that danced around her were nothing else but Alexstrasza’s work.

Emerald vision began to slowly darken before her eyes as cold, steel footing mildly pressed her head to the ground. “Goodnight, Dreamer.” -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

She floated through a plane of black nothingness and vastity that engulfed slim night elf restlessly. The dreamer felt her own presence and consciousness floating just by the  of her’s.

She was there but not exactly _there _and this unplaced revelation brought her to a state of mild trepidation. Emerald queen attempted to extend her hand but only her carnal manifestation managed to do so.

It brought her closer to otherness where emerald lights flickered in lethargic demeanor but no matter how she tried it would not bring her to it. Emerald dream. Was it taken away from me?

This thought threw her thought into sorrowful anarchy for a period she couldn’t specify as time didn’t quite apply to the realm she now was in. Ysera brought herself to focus and the salutary feeling came instantaneously.

The link; thin string that manifests conjunction between the dreamer and the dream. Her bond was still there but it dripped with sickness, senile unsteadiness. Despite the feeble state it brought great joy into her heart.

In this unnamable madness Alexstrasza attempted to severe the cord that connected her to Emerald Dream, ethereal world of vast, ever-changing world of spirits and untamed nature, that exists outside the boundaries of the physical world.

Her own realm to which she’s the mother and from which she observes all of her own children; those born of nature itself and those who dream, beasts and humanoids alike.

Yet she failed. The bond could be renewed and with it rejuvenation she would be able to reach her children and other aspects, therefore warn them.

Time would be needed. Luckily for her it appeared as the Dragonqueen was far from willing to end her life. She would need to play this game for as long as it would be required.

But the oncoming cataclysm could yet be averted. She just had to survive what her sister throws onto her. With this Ysera decided to wake from her slumber and return to mortal world. No one could know how much time passed since her fading out.

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Light flooded the chamber and spread across all of it’s contents alongside with the green aspect that barely rised from spidersilk pillows and scouted her surroundings with surprisingly refreshed eyes.

Partial shattering should left me weak and fragile. Why does it feel the opposite? Her slick legs emerged from beneath the sea-coloured quilt and took her out into the room that flowed with wealth.

Not only it was spacious and vast enough to hold a large area, encircled with golden paravans where numerous wardrobes stood but the dreamer also spied on a barn sized pool in the corner of the chamber.

She treaded across the snow white tiles and fashionable furnishings, each of which doubtlessly costed a fortune. Sin’dorei craft was highly valued across the Azeroth and everything she saw was masterfully done.

Are those Lor’Themar’s chambers? Lord Regent would never support Alexstrasza’s mad rein and his absence could mean more than she previously thought. Was he silently overthrown or is he unaware of dragonqueen’s machinations?

Ysera passed the starwood table and put out the dimming incense with tip of her naked finger. Natural aroma of roses would doubtlessly be something she could revel in. Enchanted one stinged too deeply.

Closing up on one of the paravans, she ran her finger across the carved roots and then examined the strange dark dust gathering on her skin. Too black to be dust. Did something burn there?

Yet then it was that she entered changing area and looked at herself in the mirror, staring at herself. The moonlight glow of her eyes was no more and all left was the night elven iris, fixed on it’s reflection.

There was no reason to ponder about the cause as weakening of her link was much obvious one. Upon a few attempts to use her abilities it was clear that her power was been greatly reduced.

There was certain delicacy and lightness to her now but it wasn’t granted without the presence of nothingness. Is this how mortals feel? Just how close am to one now, Mother?

Led by pure untainted curiosity she extended her hand to open the starwood wardrobes and uncover what was prepared for her, if anything. Soft knocking on the door interrupted that attempt as Ysera turned back momentarily.

Knocking. How deliberate. She initially found no need to state allowance for the newcomers, she was now a prisoner and they would come in regardless of her. But it was much in Alexstrasza’s style to keep the show going on.

Taking a few steps to emerge from the paravans, aspect turned her head towards the doors and waited. A few moments passed and the knocking only repeated itself, calm and non-intrusive.

After letting it repeat two more times Ysera finally decided to answer. “In.”_ It would appear that she truly relishes in leading this little theatre._

Moonlight-lacking eyes had to blink twice to truly comprehend what stood before them when the doors have opened and Liadrin slowly stepped into the room.

“Dreamer.” The plated steel and mail of a blood knight was gone, replaced by something that still remained unfathomable to the aspect.

Masterfully crafted knee-high greaves from black iron coated her skin like scales and shocked with the unreasonably high, silver heel that easily reached over ten centimeters and were far from comfortable in battle.

Furtherly stretched the skin tight, transparent cloth in the shade of night and engulfed most of her thighs and was disrupted only by massive cuts on the inner side, allowing to show off the tender meat.

With any sort of leggings discarded, only a hip high laced thong covered the private area of paladin. Her stomach was mostly uncovered and only much above it began the blacksteel breastplate, rather performing a decorative role than protective one.

It effectively pushed up elven breasts and most of the steel was concentrated on the sides as only a few pieces of steel, stylized to appear as dragon fangs, covered her nipples and then extended onto the arms.

Shoulderpads were surprisingly flattened while the rest of armor followed properly onto the rest of arms with exception of mostly fingerless gloves, clearly made out of felcloth, where only the middle finger was somewhat covered.

Up to all that, the matriarch had long, red nails and apparent ton of makeup on face, giving her a softer and more composed appearance.

Nothing of that exactly fitted into the battle hardened paladin who claimed countless lives.

Azeroth was a strange and whimsical place and Ysera has seen her portion of bizzareness but turned her speechless for a few seconds._ Just what it this supposed to mean.._

“L-Lady.. Liadrin?” Ysera regained her composure and then decided to avert her eyes to avoid further disorder in her own thoughts.

“Dreamer. I’ve come to prepare you.” Doors closed quietly and the elf descended deeper into the room with grace unfit for a paladin.

“Prepare me?” Ysera stood motionlessly as the indecently armoured matriarch closed up on the bed and with a soft gesture pointed onto it. “Please sit.”

Knowing better than to rebel in such time she soon rested on the soft mattress and watched in curiosity as the golden haired matriarch knelt before her and grasped her greave.

“The new Silvermoon society requires a certain rite of passage. The Lovebinder wishes for it to be done today. For this you must be prepared and I am willing to aid you with advices.”

“Rite of passage.. I assume you’re not going to share what exactly it is?” Ysera spoke calmly as Liadrin gracefully took off the steel and uncovered a slick, thin leg of the aspect.

Dragon often took the mantle of a mortal to meddle with their affairs and Ysera, with her deep love for the kaldorei kind, choose the image of a night elf. Naturally her body was perfect as no one else but she weaved it’s appearance.

“I’m afraid not.” Liadrin ran her finger across the flawless skin in seemingly inquisitive manner. She doubtlessly knew that Dreamer’s body would be immaculate in it’s nature but to see it from such distance was much different.

“Matched only by Lovebinder’s body. As it was to be expected.” With gentle movement the other leg of aspect was uncovered and another plated greave rested next to colorful bedstead.

“I suppose that is beneficial for me?” Dreamer’s eyes squinted in a mild manner. _Just how important is your physical appearance in this “society”? _

“There is no benefit without a price.” Liadrin picked up the elven foot and examined it with scrupulous precision. Within a short moment she added. “The price, however, is very subjective in it’s nature. You might grow fond of it with time”

At usual Ysera would be mildly amused by the examination her body was going and Liadrin’s touch was lover worthy. But she still was a prisoner.

“Should I know anything important, Matriarch?” Despite everything and Alexstrasza’s doubtless unwillingness to kill her sister, Ysera was still obliged to find out what is exactly happening.

“Aspect of Love holds the reins of your fate now. You are bound to her whimsical nature and no one could possibly predicted what is destined for you now. But one thing is certain” Felcloth coated hand softly grasped fingers of the aspect and pulled down her carved gauntlets.

“Do not stand against your fate. Your control can end inside a moment and the more you try to hold it, the faster it will slip away from you.” Liadrin ran the bottom of her thumb across fingernails of the aspect and then nodded quietly to herself, taking down the second handguard.

“Would appear I have no influence on my destiny then.” Ysera followed the lightbound eyes of paladin matriarch as she rised from her knees.

“Nothing as mistrustful, Dreamer. Your word will be valued greatly and there are things that will be never done against your word. Just as there are those which will be done regardless of it.”

Golden eyes stared at her in silence for a few elusive moments more and then the paladin has finally let out a nod. “It would appear that the rest is fitting.”

“Is there something wrong with my hands or my feet?” Emerald queen allowed herself for an amused tone as her unexpected companion treaded closer to the wardrobes.

“I dare to say the opposite. Just as our grand mother, your body is in much perfect state. We’ll simply need to give it the love necessary so it may shine.” Soon a small, perhaps buckler sized box has been held by the elf.

Wooden container softly dug into the quilt as Liadrin knelt once more before the bed and decided to open it in a slow, considerate manner.

“Shine.” She repeated and then watched as the elf took out crystaline vials, each filled with liquid inside as the shades varied from bright grass to shamrock and seaweed.

Aspect had her assumptions what is being unfolded before her but given Liadrin was not an adept in the alchemy and everything did appear as apothecary’s aperture, she wasn’t certain.

But only when a brush in the size of a cub’s claw was taken out she rised her eyebrows curiously. “Am I about to be painted?” It wouldn’t be exactly shocking as the rite of passage could be require some kind of tattoos on her body.

“Only your nails, Aspect. We need to ensure that they not only catch the interest but also add to your draconic beauty. Of course you may choose the shade for yourself but I strongly encourage to leave it to me” The paladin set all of the vials in a row and formed an exhibition of colours for the aspect.

“Apple, Chartreuse, Moss, Olive Emerald, Malachite…” Liadrin enumerated each of the seemingly similar colours and tipped the top of each respectively as she did so. “...Mint, Shamrock, Viridan, Seaweed, Kelly.

“Decision has been also made that the shade of blue and alikes might be fitting for you, Aspect. I, however, strongly disagree and advise against it. Daring to remind you once more; it is your choice only.” Her hand fallen onto the wooden box once more, resting index finger on the consecutively standing bottles of aquatic shades.

Dreamer has fought beside demigods and coordinated the struggle against nightmare lords, she lived through the day of dragons and seen old gods fall. During all of this, she had never felt lost in her own purpose and seen her way as bright, clear one.

Choosing a proper shade of her nails, however, turned out to be a much harder battle for which she was not prepared, for Ysera knew very little what foe stands before her or what kind of fight she is meant to participate in.

Staring at the menagerie of nature’s colours for a time she wasn’t exactly sure of, clearly too long as Paladin’s golden eyes began to squint, she came to a decision that it shall be wisest to leave such choice to Liadrin.

Minutes after she watched as her fingernails were covered with a thick layer of nail paint in the shade of kelly and rised her eyebrows curiously as a small silken bag in the size of thumb was taken out from the now seemingly bottomless box.

A sickly glossy powder was then softly poured onto index finger of the elf and with thumb pressed against it, paladin slowly and scarcely distributed it across the painted finger.

Ysera’s hand was rised up in the examination of her companion and her nails now shined brilliantly with every minor movement, reminding the dreamer of the stars of a night sky.

Her curiosity had to paint itself on her face in an obvious manner as the matriarch began to explain while lowering herself and putting one of aspect’s feet on her knee. “Grinded pristine black diamonds. Retain their shine for at least two weeks. Although it is unlikely for the paint to stay for so long”

“Pristine black diamonds..” Ysera repeated slowly and watched as her nails turned green.  “Quite expensive mineral for something that is meant to last less than two weeks.” Extremely rare gems were not only difficult to find but also came from the land of ever flowing lava and monsters not many wished to face.

“There are always adventurers willing to risk their life for money.” Paladin rised the flawless foot just before her face, almost touching it with her lips. As Ysera could feel her hot breath, she continued.

“Mostly we’re using moss agate or malachite and for the high ranking members of our society; emeralds.” Cold blow of wind left pink lips and cooled the paint on aspect’s toenails.

High ranking. Would appear that I am already put on the very top then. Emeralds to black diamonds were like copper to dark iron. Dreamer was simply not yet sure how many layers of hierarchy was in the society Alexstrasza brought to life.

After a few lengthy sessions of blowing onto her toes and nails, Liadrin finally found herself satisfied with the painted, glittering appearance of Aspect’s fingers. “You’re truly beautiful aspect. Only one thing remains to let everyone savour your beauty.”

Quietly and with grace she again coursed to the paravans and knelt before one starwood dresser to open it in elegant manner. The bottom drawer uncovered itself and then Liadrin’s had extended her hands with almost loving delicacy.

Ysera’s initial curiosity remolded itself into deep disbelief when final part of her new appearance was shown to her.

Moonlacking eyes laid themselves on the slick, unnaturally tall footwear, examining them with uncertain unnervity.

The seven inch tall heels were doubtlessly worth a fortune, lacking platform and as the dreamer felt, made out of pure truesilver.

Grass painted, they wore the pattern of a rose bush dominatively sprouting across their entire surface.

The heel itself was not only towering but also thin as a rapier and amount of balance needed to walk in them would be godly.

“That is...” Ysera stared as the indecently forged footwear closed up on her, resting in soft hands of the paladin.

“Yours. From on now you are meant to take them off only in your personal chambers, Aspect. Or unless stated otherwise” Ysera stared at her foot being turned into exhibition for unknown masses yet to come.

“Stated.. By who?” Ysera lowered her truesilver coated feet and heard the loud clink of rare metal hitting the tiles under her feet. It was an awfully mortal thought but she came to wonder whether she won’t damage the floor.

“By anyone higher in the hierarchy. Worry not, Aspect. I assume that Lovebinder will explain everything when the right time comes.” Liadrin once more stood up on her legs and then grasped the previous clothing of green aspect, resting them on the table nearby.

“You’ll be no longer in need of those, Dreamer.” Paladin turned around and then casted a few minor spells, forming lightbound chains on the greaves and gauntlets.

Liadrin’s eyebrows jumped up on alert when she heard a loud thud and a quiet shriek from behind, eventually turning her head back and staring at the helpless dragon lying on her butt as she fell onto the ground.

Ysera had a rather dumbfounded expression on her face and tried to stand up as the heel once more slipped from beneath her, causing the emerald dragon to hopelessly slide down the side of bed.

Kaldorei eyes stared at her as a strange silence was bestowed upon the two, blood elven paladin that was still trying to comprehend the image of ancient dreamer on the floor and one of the most powerful creatures of Azeroth lacking the knowledge of walking in high heels.

“Thousands of years.” Matriarch stepped closer and then grabbed body of the emerald queen, rising her up like a child and placing on the soft mattress. “And nobody taught you feminine skills.”

Ysera only stared in mild awkwardness, lacking the answer for blood elf’s words. She suddenly felt like a youngster being in need of being taught how to walk and after shorter moment, she realized it was exactly the case.

But the paladin appeared to be rather calm and quite not surprised. “Well, Aspect. There is still time before the ceremony will take place.” Once moonscented eyes stared as the matriarch as she stretched her neck.

“Let us teach you how to walk like a woman”

Only a good half of an hour later that Ysera sat on the pillow near the pool and let out a deep sigh of mild annoyance and relief as her toes could take a moment of salutary respite from her new footwear.

It was far past deep knowledge of the world to understand how Liadrin managed to keep them on for the whole day or as the dreamer assumed by now, everyday. Most of her body weight was resting on her toes with every step she took.

Whether she considered this to be a hellish torture or not, it couldn’t be said that she was learning slowly as her initial step-to-fall performance was already gone even if a single second lacking concentration could mean fall.

Initially she refused the sin’dorei advices as her frustrations took over with the constant failures in act as simple as walking forward. And once the anger was spent, mild helplessness replaced and she simply wished to be done with it by any means possible.

Liadrin on the other hand remained remarkably aidful and calm throughout the entire show of aspect learning how to walk, taking trips with her from one end of the room to another, supporting her by the hips and not allowing her to hit the floor once.

The kelly shaded fingers reached to her footwear in order to grant some rest for her tormented toes but Liadrin’s quick intervention forbid her hands from doing so. “No. Do not take them off.”

“You spoke of my personal chambers. I assumed..” Ysera truly wanted to get rid of the devilish footwear which felt worse than the nightmare itself at times.

“Those are not your chambers, Sister. They belong to the Lovebinder who in her kindness allowed you to rest there for a time. From on now, you’ll wear them until a chamber is assigned to you.” Liadrin’s voice engulfed itself in strict commandment and the Dreamer knew there was no point to argue about it.

Telling herself that she won’t be defeated by a pair of mortal heels, emerald one stood up from soft pillow and winced slightly upon the renewed pain in her toes. Blood elf was clearly pleased by her resolve.

“I’ve done as much as I could for you in the short time we were granted. I must ask you to come with me now. Time of the Rite closes.” Liadrin gently opened the doors and set them wide allowing the aspect to move out first.

They climbed the alabaster stairs to the very top of the spire illuminated only by the floating lamps of Silvermoon till a lonely, elder dragonhawk met them resting on the small balcony in it’s nest.

Vicious flying predator rested it’s glowing eyes on them and slowly rised from the nest, shaking it’s head to the sides. A soft squeal left it’s beak, a natural weapon capable of cracking bones.

“Nightfire.” The sleek, large body shined in sunlight as if painted in flames and vast wings spread themselves to the sides, exposing the fire plumage with golden accents. Liadrin stepped forward and stroked the beak of majestic beast.

The beast was an ancient for it’s kind and Ysera felt it well, staring as paladin brought the dragonhide saddle from the ground and slowly attached to the dragonhawk’s back. Aquatic eyes stared at the aspect in great tranquility.

“Nightfire.” Liadrin repeated quietly and tightened straps around the impressive body of tamed creature. “Was destined to be Kael’Thas’ mount. The prince abandoned him in the spire and never came back after the outland fiasco.”

Glowing eyes squinted mildly as if the animal could understand the meaning of her words and it’s own abandonment. “Lor’Themar ordered the beast to be tended but never bothered to come himself.”

“I doubt we’re first to ride him. Even if such somber story follows this magnificent creature.” Soft night elven hand rested on the beak and caressed it with love as the paladin checked the saddle and jumped onto the back of their mount.

“The Lovebinder had returned it to it’s duty and blessed it with the essence of life.” Liadrin’s hand extended itself and Ysera soon stepped onto the foot support of the saddle.

Her eyebrows rised curiously as her gaze fallen onto a small, round hole in the middle of the seat. Similar one was also located just between spread thighs of her guide, looking as if something was to be attached to it.

Discarding it as certain socket for leg support or stabilizer, she sat onto her own seat, just behind Liadrin and felt metal rings just beneath her bottom. _Not exactly comfortable. But we’re riding a warmount. _

Sin’dorei fingers soon ran across the slick neck of the dragonhawk and a faint whisper followed. “Quel’Danas” The beast understood.

Fiery wings took them into the morning sky when sun was yet waking from it’s slumber, richly but weakly engulfing the land in it’s life giving shine.

They soared high in the skies and soon Ysera had to run her hand across the forehead as sweat formed mercilessly on it’s entire length. Whether she wanted to ponder over the very appearance of sweat on her body or not, there was little time to do so.

The path from spire to Quel’Danas was rather short as the dragonhawk was not only exceptionally swift but the distance did not stretch greatly as well. Few minutes over the sea were all it took.

And within this insignificant amount of time Nightfire has arrived at the Sun’s Reach initial landing of the Shattered Sun Offensive. The place where nefarious plans of the blood prince ended.

Ysera moved her heels off the strangely fitting leg support and decided to step down onto the highest level of the elven sanctum that once was filled with the n’aaru forces. Now only her heels were to be heard as she balancelessly fell onto the stone floor miraculously not tripping.

Liadrin fell onto the elven building with grace, as if the blacksteel stilettos were the peak of balance footwear and simply treaded over the lying cushions and further to the amber edge of top floor.

The Isle of Quel’Danas. Everlastingly green grass and tree crowns painted with gold and tangerine and slick elven architecture lied lined with scarlet roofs. Not so long ago the skies thickened with dragonhawks and missile magic.

Memories of the assault still lingered in her mind even if the isle was no longer stained with blood or demonic presence. Sunwell was cleansed of the felblood and could once more feed the addiction of sin’dorei kind.

Or would it, had it not been turned into a place of much higher meaning for their kind. Glowing eyes of the paladin turned to her companion who slowly approached her with broken pace.

“It’s quite.. empty.” Emerald queen spoke and stared at the vast beauty of ancient land and hanged her gaze on the floating marble spheres which represented the Azerothian stars and moons and floated over the elven observatory.

“Everyone seems to already be in the As--.” The paladin cut for a moment and turned towards the ramp below. “As in old names; everyone should be at the phoenix hall. The rite takes place at the Tempest Keep.”

Old names? Elves wouldn’t rename ancient grounds without a grand reason and Ysera quickly tied this to mad aspect of life. “Just how much have changed?” She asked with uneasy voice.

No answer was provided as Liadrin slowly made her way down from the ramp and through the balconies. They walked past abandoned arcane constructs whose services were no longer needed.

Leaving the sanctum they moved onto the Dawning Square where aspect remained silent knowing that no more will be told to her. Her companion on the other hand drowned in her memories.

Walking over the bridge she still remembered rows of marksmen raining arrows and bolts down on the dawnblade forces and demonic spawns. The hellion hooves shaking the ground and treading abyssal flamewalkers. Burned grass haven’t recovered yet from their touch.

The Irespeakers still lingered in her mind but a mild smile appeared on her face as she knew that all of the demons were put to much better use than ravaging their lands.

The passed the grand entrance under the watchful gaze of stone carving representing the mad prince and entered the Parhelion Plaza. Moving under the light of arcane lamps and beneath leaves of the amber trees Ysera finally laid her eyes on the elven kind.

Standing around the floating orb of translocation two elven sorceresses stood proudly with arcane staffs, each bound with crimson spinel softly floating inside the truesilver bound staff. But it was not the weaponry that caught dreamer’s eye.

Each of the elves, even if properly clothed by the amber robes had their front qualities in enormous sizes which initially caused the dragon to question her eyes and assume illusions were being put into work.

The breasts of sin’dorei guards were in size by far outmatching size of snapvine watermelon and put even the mightiest of dragons to a shame. Massive nipples pierced through the crimson fabric and left no doubt about their positioning, standing just as proudly as their owners.

“Take us to the rite hall.” Liadrin spoke with commanding voice as the arcane users began to incant. Ysera blinked twice as magical runes began to form on the enormous fronts of the mages.

Cabalistic signs and shapes converged around the enormous breasts, drifting and swirling around them as the spell was being weaved. And as the entire breast pieces were coated in arcane manifestations it all suddenly vanished.

As she felt the magic taking them from one place to another, Dreamer was convinced that she saw the immense nipples glowing with bright, cyan glow that seeped with mana.

Before her lips were spread to utter a word of shock she was taken to the very other world of outland where the prince has fallen initially before his unholy resurrection took place.

She stood under the sickly glow of crimson crystal that formed the roof of former naaru fortress. Raging energy of the nether swirled inside the crystaline formation as storm, ramming against the walls and illuminating the entire hall.

Vast, circular hall painted itself with the blood shaded walls and tall ruby windows constantly barraged with the energies of twisting nether, accompanied only by the younger, smaller cousins of the scarlet crystals, set around the surface alike torches.

Ysera had to cover her eyes for insignificant amount of time as she stood before a balcony, located just before the monumental shard. However they spread widely as she felt a hand running across her back and then pressing her against soft, puffy chest of other aspect.

“Glad you made it, Sister. The rite will begin soon.” Red aspect’s voice flew drenched with warmth and good will as her impressive breasts rubbed the purple skin.

“Sister you’re.. close.” The only response given was a soft chuckle of the life mother, who patted elven back a few times and led it closer to a terrace before them.

“You’ll soon grow accustomed. Contact of the flesh is the natural part of our deeply shared love. “ This was left undoubted as they both stepped onto the pillow coated terrace.

“After taking care of the nefarious prince we have retaken the keep. And modified it to our needs.” Ysera’s eyes sweeped around the former keep and seen it rebuild into a form of theatre.

Below their terrace only three large balconies hovered in the air above bottom stage to which led an arcane door conjured by yet unseen mages. “The rest of seats is located around the very bottom floor. We shall have the finest seats.”

Emerald’s brow rised. “I am not meant to participate?” This brought her companion to mild surprise and then a heartful, amused snicker.

“No my dear, perhaps you were told wrongly. It’s.. not for you.” Alexstrasza leaned on the edge as sound of the heels reached them from behind.

“Everything is prepared, Lovequeen. We may begin the Rite.” Liadrin’s voice echoed.

“So be it. Watch carefully, Sister.” Red dragon suddenly stood proud and her expression painted grave.

“Let the Rite of Passage begin!” Love Aspect’s voice echoed deeply throughout the vast hall, enchanted by powerful energies of the arcane, allowed to reach every mind and heart alike.

“Bring in the Contender!” The order was given and portal brightened deeply as connection was made. Mere seconds later she emerged from the astral connection and stepped onto transparent floor.

Scarlet stilettos sang the love song as lines of arcane and ancient energies stormed beneath her feet. Lightings of cerise forces ravaged the floating crystals, energy in the purest form were just another witness to rite that inevitably would become history.

Fabric painted in red reflected the glow of unstable energies as felweaved robe covered the body of the contendress. The portal, only way to get out, has vanished behind her back.

“Lady Inarrin. You have proved yourself to be a true mistress of your own body and fate alike. Your skills are undisputed and under this you have been allowed to step into these sacred halls to purify yourself from everything capable of darkening your mind”

“Tender Wardens recognize your deeds and favour as theirs. The White Conclave has expressed their satisfaction related to your performance in the Alabaster Halls. Wild Sisters haven’t attended the council and Asstronomers stand against you. With all those in my heart, I see you as worthy of the ascension.”

Alexstrasza fell down onto her seat and bent her lips into a pleased smile, seeing as another part of the rite entered the stage. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

She stared only as the massive, unseen yet beast cast a monumental shade, stepping forward towards the defenseless prey.

Innarin’s lusty resolve never weakened, she breed at the faintest word of her mistress, her very new life was owed to her love mistress.

Yet as her gaze lied on what stood before her, this desireful determination began to falter. Broad and throbbing, they twitched on the first sight of her.

Inarrin took a few steps back and tripped on her own robe, allowing her plump bottom to meet the floor with a quiet thud.

"W-Wait.." Saliva ran down her wet throat as the beast continued forward, sliding the massive rods across polished floor and left a trail of cerise, stenchy fluid.

She turned onto her belly and then began to slowly crawl away as for the first time since months her intellect broke through lustful trance.

Dragging the enormous, fel-enhanced bust across the sacred floor, she slowly retreated from effortlessly incoming monster.

Warlock meddled with the demons and paid her price, all of her demonologic powers were now sealed inside her breasts, filling them with energies of the twisting nether and turning them into tower-shield-sized udders.

Acting on pure instinct of a demonologist, she attempted to call her demonic power and create a gateway to escape from the embodiment of her sexual devastation. Yet only a faint glow grew between her buttcheeks as the numerous soul shards, stuffed up her ass, resonated with power.

“Lady Inarrin. Behold one of the first from his kind.” She heard the voice of highest mistress as her armor-sized front pressed against the wall, stripped of escape. Just alike their carrier.

Blood elf turned her head back onto the incoming monstrosity and trembled when sharp fangs, each of which could easily be remade into a dagger, shined just before her face.

A heated, luscious breath engulfed her face and invaded nostrils with mind breakingly sweet scent that immediately spread itself across her and stung the brain with chocolate-like delightment.

“W-What..” With shaken voice she stared at the four-legged draconic beast and both of it’s heads. Bright scales shined before her, each in the shade of hot, angry pink and bubblegum.

“Poundagus. The Womb Shaper, Herald of the Pink Lustflight. One of the initial creations of my most devoted servants.” Giant drakeaodon rised it’s heads and she once more could lay her gaze on two dragon rods.

“His name originates…” A quiet pause followed as she felt the brain melting waves running through her head. Thoughts grew heavy and unorganized, desires rised anew. “I am convinced you’ll figure it on your own. Eventually.” Her eyes fixed on the draconic meatrods for a moment.

A sharp, upwards pointed tip narrowed down into a soft, slick head formed from two puffy parts, separated by a shallow cavity. The shaft was generously covered with lines of small, indecently standing spikes.

She could only stare as the gargantuan mixture between a dragon and core hound neared even closer and not one but two massive, draconic rods met her cheeks from both sides.

With head trapped in the sweet jail of meat, she involuntarily took a deep breath of his smell, of the overflowing juice of his tool, the precum that now freely dripped down onto her robe.

Two amethyst shafts, which gradually turned red as the dick unfolded and eventually turned strawberry at the heads, hugged the little warlock face from. Seemingly mind melting scent overflowed her and she could feel as her intellect was slowly drained away.

In the last desperate attempt to save herself from the wisdom stealing meatrods, she pushed away from the wall and crawled beneath the behemoth, allowing a trail of precum to stain her back.

And it was not the fault of monumental funbags at her chest that slowed her down but the fact she was not meant to ever escape from the sweet stage and prison.

It knew of her inability to save herself, even if it’s mind could not process more information that it was necessary to feel the flesh pleasure, and sluggishly turned around to crawling sin’dorei.

Her feeble attempts to escape from flesh shaping monster turned out futile as soon massive claw of the beast softly stomped her head, pinning it’s toy to the floor.

Inarrin hopelessly swung her hands, sliding them across the slick floor in vain as her mind was still tainted with brain rubbing smell of the womb shaper.

Pinned to the ground, she could only spread eyes wide as the thigh wide cock attempted to press against her bottom, scouting the plump but petite butt of it’s prey.

“H-Halt..” She managed to mutter in half dizzied manner before the womb breaker pushed forward, spreading the buttcheeks like pebbles and, through pulled nethercloth, laying a forceful kiss on the entrance to her ladyparts.

The upwards canted tip made it’s way into her sacred grounds and sent first cataclysmic wave of intellect muffling pleasure, bringing warlock’s mind one step closer to a cock filled mush.

Inarrin squeezed her buttcheeks in last line of defense but only hooked herself on the drakeaodon rod as he suddenly moved it’s cerise paw off her back and attempted to put the fiery meat deeper.

But the trunk wide cock only pushed her further across the ancient floor, leaving a trail of demonic energy as her fel-enhanced breasts began to seep with liquidized essence of fel.

She slid against the floor like a cloth dooland felt her insight being drained away into sweet scented, draconic meat. Then her hards meet the wall and pushed back, attempting to avoid the fate of being sandwiched between immovable wall and the unstoppable force of dragon member.

Suddenly blood elf was granted the moment of respite as the womb-shaping march of the beast ceased, allowing her thoughts to form themselves in conscious manner. It’s done…?

It smacked her ass like a thunder, stomping into her body, just as a runetotem enters the earth and might with one mighty thrust, ramming into the love entrance, spreading buttcheeks like pebbles and breaking straight into womb.

Proving itself in uncomfortable manner, the robe refused to break and was pulled alongside with the thrust, now reaching only to half of her thighs and showing off the inhumanly spread ass.

Inarrin’s eyes spread sickly as her womb stretched to unimaginable size, serving as a netherweaved sleeve for lusthound’s fiery cock, she tried to utter her word but it was as if the mind shattering tool reached her very brain.

The stretched robe wrapped tightly around her breasts, trapping them in skin-tight prison of fabric and serving as second skin for the huge, breaking through nipples of fel.

Draconic hips attempted to pull out but only dragged the helpless body like a cloth doll. Poundagus shook to the sides, trying to get rid of the elf from around his tool, yet only gave her face a ride across the floor.

Massive foot of the beast soon lied on the mindless, elven head and the hips pulled back, brining the small, stretched butt into air as her legs brandished controlessly around.

The Womb Shaper roared furiously and pulled back even further, rising the plump ass even higher while pressing head even deeper into the floor, forcing out a incomprehensible blabber.

Wriggling and writhing his hips, Poundagus finally forced the womb of it’s toy to give up and with a loud pop the massive tool jumped out of her womb, allowing the ravaged elven butt to fall onto the ground.

She blinked twice in great confusion as her love entrance now stood wide open, stretched to unimaginable degree and reformed in a manner that would never again allow her to feel any lesser meatrod..

Inarrin felt unnamable void inside herself, lack of element now primal for her existence. Her lips spread to utter a word but it wasn’t given for the flesh toy in her position.

Smack. Her thoughts ceased to exist as another thrust filled her petite body, breaking even deeper and furtherly remolding her womb into image of his member. With a sound of gushed fluids, it left her once more.

She knew with every pounding of the intellect-sucking cock she was becoming more and more moronic. Something had to be done before her mind would be entirely gone.

Smack. Inarrin knew that something was happening to her with every move of the beast but the only way to find out was to stick her rearquarters a bit higher and find out.

Smack. Sin’dorei truly wished to gather her focus and think about the current situation but yet thoughts became difficult to form. It wasn’t certain if having them is worth in first place.

Smack. Thinking was not necessary. She should focus on the huge cock that was now shaping her new, funny belly. Inarrin rubbed her fel-leaking nipples against the ground and rhythmically moved her body for the next pounding

By this point her entrance was greatly reformed into perfect meat sleeve for Poundagus and his tool, no longer in need of forcing his way in or out. His thrusts gained on fervor and swift.

The following mind-shattering slams pushed her robe deeper and deeper into, now, depths of her womb till there was nothing more covering her back and legs.

After a few moments, most of the elf’s intellect was now sealed in the strawberry member, leaving her as nothing else but a cock-bound slave of flesh. But his hunger wasn’t over yet.

The beast backed off for a short moment, leaving pleasure-dazed elf in great confusion as the much awaited slam didn’t meet her widely and permanently spread butt.

A faint, pink glow embraced the strawberry head, the spikes on his shaft resonated with power and the last powerful thrust was sent into the belly-womb of the elf.

The drakeadon fully inserted his monument-worthy meatrod into it’s prey and used it’s most powerful spell, sluggishly sucking the very remnants of elven intelligence into it’s colossal ballsack.

With the power of Lustflight, it liquidized the stolen memories and sense, forming a mixture of semen and wisdom-fluid. Pressing even deeper and sealing the shape of her belly for all eternity, it unleashed a godly avalanche of mildly azure seed.

As the contents of her brain were slowly taken away and turned into semen, it kept coming and overflowing her little body till there was nothing left of who she was before .