zellkasin

This comic is an adaptation of @theashemarie 's fanfic

of the same name (link here). It was 4 months of hard

work for @theashemarie, @katiemonz, @squidthusiast, and me.

We are very pleased to share Part One of this labor of love with you.

Please look forward to Part Two in the coming months!

It's a whole different experience trying to adapt a written work to comic format, and I took a few liberties here and there with certain scenes. I'm very thankful that my friends stepped in to help with this massive project, they helped so much and are so talented! Please give them a follow, look at their work, leave comments and tags, let them know how much you like their stuff.

Ashe, obviously, handled the bulk of the writing and the alt-text, and offered insight on the parts that were changed by me. Katie is the one responsible for the shading and flats, and helped keep my and from being injured. She also offered a lot of feedback for the paneling and layout, being a comic veteran herself. Rory is in charge of anything that is colored, so the cover and the three colored spreads were his doing. Just fucking exceptional work from all of them. I handled the sketching, lining, and layout as well as the rewriting of one scene.

We are already starting work on part two, but we are also all working adults and these things take time. Hoping to get part two out sometime this year… Either way, thanks for reading and have a kind day!

“I’m back,” Sylvanas announces from the first floor of their rented spire. Her steps resound on the spiral staircase--a threat, but to what Jaina can’t yet name. “I hope you like mocha. They only had fancy coffee and I figured that was the least offensive.”

Jaina is not worried about a little chocolate in her coffee. Any other time, it would be a delightful surprise. Any other time, she’d be eager to see the tips of Sylvanas’ perked ears and platinum blonde hair peeking into view from just below the top of the staircase.

Really, any other time.

“Stop. Hang on a moment,” Jaina sputters out.

To her credit, Sylvanas stops. Only the tip of one long eyebrow is visible from the landing.

“Jaina, if you’re worried about being indecent around me or something, I caution you to remember where we are,” Sylvanas reminds her, ears perking even higher in question, looking like ridiculous little puppets on the stage of a circular hole in the floor. “I brought you here for the express purpose of seeing you naked as much as we can manage while I’m still on leave.”

Any other time, Jaina would be flattered by this notion. She would be very much ready to act on it. Any other time.

“Don’t be mad,” she says instead.

She doesn’t know why she says it.

“What would I be mad about?” Sylvanas asks. She shifts and Jaina can hear coffee mugs clinking together in her hands. “Did you break something? Trust me, it wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened in this very room. Probably not even the first time this month.”

Jaina cringes. She wants to teleport out of here and explain later. That wouldn’t help either. It really wouldn’t.

“I have made…a mistake,” she starts.

Sylvanas waits, letting her talk it out. She’s really very considerate like that, and Jaina appreciates it immensely. The realization makes all this seem so silly. It probably won’t be a problem to just come clean. In fact, Jaina might learn something from it.

That’s all that she was trying to do anyway.

Jaina looks down at herself. She sighs. “Actually, just come up here.”

Sylvanas obeys. She emerges with quirked brows and curious silence, two steaming mochas in hand. She’s in the same simple pair of leggings and flowing shirt she left in. She looks really good in simple clothes. As much as Jaina enjoys her in her military uniform, armor, and various regalias, it’s a rare treat to see her in civilian dress.

It doesn’t help the current situation at all.

Jaina squirms, knowing that her own flimsy pajama shorts are not enough to hide the reality of how much it doesn’t help the situation.

She launches into an explanation as she sees Sylvanas’ glowing grey eyes dart down to where she sits on the couch of the suite’s living room. “I was journaling about this,” Jaina says as she points the quill she’s still holding at a conspicuously empty bottle with a serpent shape. “Just noting its properties. It’s very interesting--magically you see. Such combinations of life and arcane are--well you don’t care about any of that. It’s interesting.”

Sylvanas takes a step forward, and Jaina hesitates, but can’t think of anything else to do but continue on. “But,” she says, pointing the quill at a full glass of water next to the empty potion bottle. “I happened to put my water down next to it. I had the cap off the potion to smell it and see if I could understand the medium that was used to combine two parallel schools in a way that didn’t repel them. And well, I think you can figure out what happened next.”

What happened next was an answer to a question Jaina had about the nature of the potions available in this resort. The answer was that yes, they did indeed work on humans as well as elves. They work very well.

Sylvanas’ long strides carry her over to the low table in front of Jaina in three more silent steps. She places the mugs of coffee on it. As she bends to do so, she asks, “And how do you feel about that?”

This is a question Jaina has yet to answer. She has been puzzling over it for the last however many minutes it’s really been. One peek beneath the waistband of her shorts was all she allowed herself all this time. It was enough to send her reeling.

She didn’t expect to feel so many things. She’s been with men. She grew up around brothers and sailors. She has seen enough cocks to last a lifetime.

She’s just never had one. She does now. It’s making her think things.

It’s also making her think that her lover is an incredibly beautiful woman. An incredibly kind and patient woman as well, even if she can be a bit of an ass sometimes.

“That’s just it,” Jaina admits. “I don’t know. It wasn’t what I thought I’d feel. Well, I didn’t really think about this exact scenario until now, but you know.”

Sylvanas laughs, but not at her. It’s as gentle a thing as anything she’s ever done. “I do know. If you don’t want to feel that way anymore, there’s a clear bottle with the rest that reverses the effects of any of them instantly.”

Jaina thinks. She hazards another look down between her legs. “I don’t think I want that.”

Sylvanas grins. “Well then.”

“Well then that?”

Her ears rise to near vertical, praising Belore herself. Jaina watches as the tips of them darken to a slight shade of pink.

“I’m perfectly fine with that, if you’re wondering,” Sylvanas tells her.

Jaina supposes this is another place her dread has dwelled in. A moment of unexpected self-discovery is one thing, but to have it in a place and time where another would be intimately involved and perhaps uninterested is another.

They’ve done their fair share of sexual experimentation, but Jaina has to admit that this aspect of their relationship is relatively new. She’s let Sylvanas take the lead here, and is mostly fine with that. It was the logical thing to do. Sylvanas has had more experience with women than her. She’s patient and kind and gentle in bed too, but also intuitive enough to give what Jaina asks for--begs and pleads when she gasps for more and harder and deeper.

And while Jaina has gotten her off countless times, it’s usually not with penetration, but sometimes has been. As the insistence in her shorts throbs at the notion, she thinks to ask, “For some reason I didn’t think you would be?”

Sylvanas chuckles again, coming to sit next to her on the couch and cradling a mug of coffee. She takes a long sip before she says, “We’re learning a lot about one another here, aren’t we? I am very fine with it, Jaina. And I would love for you to fuck me with your accidental cock, if you’d like.”

If Jaina were to have any ideas about drinking her own mug of coffee, she’d have spat it out at that statement. Luckily for her, she doesn’t trust herself to drink any other substances. Not until this revelation has died down. Literally and figuratively.

“Well then,” she echoes, her voice coming out slightly strained. “I think I might like that too. But promise me you won’t laugh at me. I’ve never done this before.”

Sylvanas takes another sip of coffee. Her eyes wander to the satin of Jaina’s shorts and how little it hides. “There’s a first time for everything,” she tells her with a shrug.

Only it comes with a wicked smile, and Jaina is struggling for it. She understands now why men are the way they are. She understands all the problems they cause. She knows now why they start wars and senseless bar fights and sing awful bawdy songs and weep to them in their drunkenness. She feels a sudden kinship of sympathy. It’s another thing she will add to tonight’s exceedingly long journal entry.

She will write that one far away from any bottles, though.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” Sylvanas tells her, that same wicked smile still in tow. “At least from what I can see, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Jaina isn’t embarrassed. She isn’t sure what she is. She isn’t sure about a lot right now. She is quite sure that the conjured cock glowing obnoxiously beneath her pale blue shorts is maybe bigger than Sylvanas’ was. Certainly a lot girthier. It brings up another question--another opportunity to delay and maybe make sense of what it is she does feel.

“I’m--actually, I have a question.”

Sylvanas puts a hand on her knee, and the question emerges nearly all as one word.

“Doesitgeneratebasedonbodysize?”

“Come again?”

“Did you have to say that?” Jaina whines. “I asked if it generates based on body size?”

Sylvanas’ pinky finger inches toward the hem of her shorts. She grins as she answers, “From my limited experience, yes, no, and maybe? I’ve heard it said that it would be what one would be endowed with if one were born male. I’ve also heard that there’s another potion available upon request for well, larger than life sizes. From my limited view, my expert opinion is that your Kul Tiran heritage is being very generous to both you and me right now.”

Jaina finds the power within her to joke again, despite being rather painfully aroused by all of this. Sylvanas makes her feel comfortable like that. That’s always been her gift. “Well, this isn’t the way I pictured manifesting my old moniker of Daughter of the Sea, but I think Kul Tiras would be proud.”

“Of your cock?” Sylvanas asks.

They both erupt into laughter.

It’s exactly the medicine Jaina needs, and soothes away the last vestiges of anxiety that cling to her. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. They’re here to have fun, after all. They’re here to learn about one another and, more importantly, to relax. Jaina can do that. Well, even if this new temporary appendage of hers can’t.

Coffee mugs and quills are set aside and they’re kissing about it in short order. They laugh still as they kiss, and each time one has it together, another snorts through the crash of lips into one another and they’re at it again. It’s all so ridiculous, but Sylvanas is beautiful when she laughs like this. She rarely does, but Jaina would drink a thousand accidental sex potions to see her like this every day.

She’s on top of Sylvanas, who is bent slightly over the arm of the couch now. The hints of often unused crows feet bunch just slightly at the corners of her shut eyes, hiding their arcane glow for a moment. Smile lines bunch her cheeks as her lips peel back into another laugh to reveal the tips of her short, high-elven fangs. Her loose linen shirt was never really laced up all that well to begin with, and is now even less so, exposing most of her pronounced collar bones and a hint of the curve of her breasts.

Jaina is once again reminded that she is somehow dating the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen. She is also reminded that she has a cock that also seems to be well-aware of the first fact. So aware, in fact, that the glowing tip of it is now poking out of the waistband of her shorts, having been rearranged from its previous position along the inseam of one leg.

It’s ridiculous enough for her to laugh about it again. Sylvanas, however, is very much not laughing anymore. Her expression isn’t all that serious--more focused than anything else.

She licks her lips, and Jaina is certain she might have to find religion to get through the rest of this morning.

“Well, are you going to show me the rest?” Sylvanas asks.

Jaina is very certain that only the Light itself will preserve her. Or maybe the Tides. She doesn’t know which of Azeroth’s many gods to pick, but feels the need to pray to them all the same.

She prays instead to the goddess in front of her as she pulls down the waistband of her shorts. What emerges is both larger than she expected it to be and kind of a whole lot of fun. That’s what Jaina has decided on, for now. She’s grateful to live in a world where such experimentation is possible--where magic can make things happen that are temporary and strange and wonderful. She thinks that she might like having a cock, especially seeing how her girlfriend is reacting to it--just maybe not all the time.

But definitely now.

Sylvanas grins, her eyes wide and cast noticeably downward. “Oh, we are going to have so much fun, you and I.”

Jaina isn’t sure who she’s talking to. The couch suddenly feels more crowded for it.

“Can I touch?” Sylvanas asks.

Jaina nods, then thinks to supplement it with, “Per your warning from yesterday, maybe just a little unless you want things to end quickly. This is very exciting and you’re being very good about it. Thank you for that, by the way.”

Her vocabulary has left her. Neither Common nor Thalassian words of any depth or length are at her disposal anymore. Jaina knows she will soon devolve into grunts and groans to communicate, and that’s all well and good.

Her composure completely reaches its end as Sylvanas wraps a hand around her and gives a slow, experimental tug. Jaina loses all thought and reasoning capability as a clever thumb circles the head of her, trailing a drop of arcane wetness she hadn’t realized was forming there.

Another thing to note for her journal entries. Well, when she can think again, at least.

“Bed,” is the only form of communication Jaina can muster up to fulfill her sudden, urgent need.

She’s not sure if it’s a command or request or how it’s coming out as either. She only knows she needs there to be less clothes between them and more space for her to do what this new organ very much tells her she must do next.

“Bed,” Sylvanas agrees, thankfully stilling her hand, her eyes wild as they peer into Jaina’s.

She nearly lifts her off the couch in her own eagerness.

They leave a trail of clothes behind them. Sylvanas’ leggings are first, her undershorts with them. Jaina’s silk camisole is next. Sylvanas’ shirt lies in a heap just after that.

Somehow, Jaina’s shorts are still on and pulled down under her cock as she reaches the bed. She decides she likes this, and needs to see Sylvanas dressed similarly in both aspects. Perhaps later today, they can trade places and predicaments, as Jaina finds she likes being on the other side of this just as much as she’s enjoying herself now. The potions, as she found out yesterday, last for roughly four hours. Jaina thinks that will be perfect timing to switch things up again.

Well, maybe with a lunch break in there too.

But for now, Sylvanas lays bare before her in the rays of morning sun that streak through the spire’s arched windows. Light and shadow play along her angles and curves of her. Jaina has never quite pondered her femininity like this, at least not with such prompt and insistent attention. Her focus usually lies on an unfair comparison of their bodies, even when Sylvanas assures her that she greatly appreciates the extra thickness of Jaina’s thighs and her larger, fuller breasts. While Sylvanas is tall for an elf, she is petite in the way they all are, thin and lean--but there is still a softness to her that draws Jaina now in reverence.

A softness that tells her she will feel amazing inside and out.

“What do I do?” Jaina whispers, not sure how to ruin this moment otherwise.

“You know what to do,” Sylvanas tells her, beckoning her with open arms and crooked fingers. “But go slow at first. You’re a bit bigger than I usually like, but I don’t mind.”

A pride stirs within Jaina that has no roots or reason. She looks down at the glowing teal member and thinks, yes, she does have some reason. She pulls off her shorts entirely, taking a moment to admire the root of where the construct has attached to her body. No longer lost in her feelings about it, she briefly notes how the energies of it seem to connect to anatomy in ways that make perfect sense. A dense tendril of pure arcane swirls in the middle of it, spiraling up from her clitoris through the shaft and into the head of the thing, threatening to leak another drop of magic.

It makes her want to take a potion home for some self-examination. Research--just to understand how it all works, of course. The thought stirs her even more, and she thinks this might be too much build up for a very short show.

“Promise you won’t laugh,” Jaina says as she crawls between open legs and threads herself into open arms. “But you’re so beautiful right now that I don’t think I’m going to last very long.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Sylvanas assures her.

Their bodies still press together with the same satisfying warmth and softness, and Jaina decides that her world hasn’t really been changed. Enhanced, maybe, but not changed.

Sylvanas continues, “I’ll remind you that it will stay hard even if you come, and also that I’m an elf. The magic is as welcome a treat as what delivers it.”

This finally clicks for Jaina as she folds into Sylvanas and her cock makes contact with bare thigh. Of course that’s why. She thought it was just to minimize mess and still keep the sensation of the real thing. Of course it’s arcane. Fucking elves. They think of everything, don’t they?

She’s going to need another journal before this week is over.

Jaina kisses Sylvanas about it all the same. She still feels a bit unsure, so stalls herself with her lips on a slender neck, and her hands traveling up to play with the sensitive edges of long ears.

“Jaina,” Sylvanas whines. “I’m already very wet about this. Do you need me to ask you to fuck me?”

Yes is maybe the answer. It certainly helps. Jaina wants to say something back, but it comes out as a soft, needy sound while she kisses Sylvanas’ perfect collar bones.

“I want you to fuck me,” Sylvanas tells her, craning her neck to find Jaina’s ear with her mouth. She runs her hands down her sides, bringing them to her hips and leaving them there as a threat to guide her. “I want you to fuck me however you need to fuck me for you to come inside of me. And once you have, I’ll show you how I’d like you to fuck me again, hmm?”

Jaina nearly spills for the first time on Sylvanas’ hip bone. Those words and the way it grazes her cock as the other woman squirms under her, positioning them together, nearly ends her.

She decides that this close call is close enough. She needs to give her lover when she wants. Jaina can do that much for her, at least.

She shifts her hips a bit to the left, finding heat and promised wetness waiting for her. She takes herself in hand a moment, and lines the tip of her cock up to meet it. She does, slowly. She inches into Sylvanas, and gains even further insight into the ways and means and follies of men.

No wonder they do the stupidest things. For this--for this divine and powerful and all-encompassing feeling--she would do anything. She would kill. She would maim. She would rend all of Azeroth asunder.

Sylvanas is warm and tight around her. That in itself is divine, but it’s the low groan echoing in her ear as she enters her that sparks every nerve in Jaina’s body to life, and especially the extra ones that have been added for her by this wonderful magic.

It’s a sound she’s never heard Sylvanas make before. She makes it again. Jaina stops to listen, only to be met with, “You feel so good. Keep going. Slow.”

The sound happens again a third time as Jaina pushes a little further in. It rings like a bell through her, coiling her insides like a spring.

Sylvanas kisses her temple messily, and now Jaina is making sounds she’s never heard herself make before. She inches into her, feeling slight resistance melting into a stretch, but also welcoming warmth and slickness that make it easier and easier as she goes.

Then there is no more going to do. Their hips are flush and Jaina is hilted in her. The fact that she can be and that it did not seem to hurt Sylvanas much makes her question if there was an aspect of their love life she’s been missing out on all this time.

But Jaina is too busy enjoying her to worry much about it. The soft velvet feel of her is all encompassing. It’s the best embrace she’s ever been in. Particularly so for the fact that Sylvanas arms have wrapped around her back now--urging her onward with surprising strength and the urgent indentation of nails on skin.

“Gods,” Sylvanas whispers. “I should have had you do this last night.”

Jaina’s well-practiced control and delay is completely forgotten. Her hips beg her to move them and she does. Still slow, still careful, still cautious, and still very much overstimulated. But it’s good. It’s all so good. She draws herself back, and it’s even better when Sylvanas’s hips rise up to meet hers on the way back in.

They do this one, two, three more times before Jaina is breathing heavy. Not necessarily with effort--they fuck too much for her to be so out of practice with similar motions--but for the sheer effort it takes not to toss herself over the edge and stop this moment, this feeling.

But Sylvanas isn’t helping as she pants in time with three more thrusts, “There. There’s my girl. That’s it.”

More for the journal and her personal discovery. Being called “my girl” while hilted deep in her lover is not what Jaina expects to make her come, but it does.

She reels as her hips stutter and the construct attached to them jerks and spasms within tight walls. The rush of arcane that follows is as warm and electric as the pleasure that it elicits.

Sylvanas moans for it, and urges her on, “Fuck. Yes. There you are. Yes. That’s my good girl.”

Jaina is wild for this. She has changed. She is something and someone else. She’s rutting into Sylvanas like a beast. Her orgasm begins to taper off, but her lust remains. So is the effect this woman has on her.

She’s still inside her, propped up on elbows as Sylvanas opens her eyes and they face each other with new understanding. Jaina catches her breath a moment before she smiles down at her and kisses her hard.

“I want to make you come with this,” she tells her. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything in the world.”

“You nearly just did,” Sylvanas says.

Jaina finds a moment of stillness in all this need she still feels. Afterglow still follows, and it paints the fanned platinum of Sylvanas’ hair beneath them in such pretty hues.

“I had no idea, Sylvanas,” she says as she goes to move a strand of that butter-colored silk from the skin of her forehead. “I had no idea how much you wanted something like this. How much I wanted it too.”

“I didn’t have much of an idea myself until just now,” Sylvanas tells her. Arms encircle her now with care and not urgency, but her hips still give an experimental roll against Jaina all the same. “But I do. With you, I do. I want everything with you.”

“Now is where you teach me,” Jaina reminds her, dipping down to kiss the angled tip of her nose.

“Do you want to be taught or ridden?” Sylvanas asks. “Because I am more than happy to do both or either.”

“Both eventually,” Jaina says. She rolls her own hips into Sylvanas, and this time enjoys the feel of her without as much of the overwhelming need following it. “But teach me for now. I like to learn.”

“Nerd,” Sylvanas admonishes. Still, she puts a hand on Jaina’s shoulder and pushes gently upward. “Sit, and out of me for a moment,” she urges.

Jaina complies, but finds she likes her cock much more when it's buried in this gorgeous woman rather than anything but. She slides out of her and sits back on her knees.

The shudder this movement rings from Sylvanas, and the trail of teal arcane it leaves behind on her for just a moment before it evaporates would be enough to keep Jaina at attention if the spell already did not help with such matters.

“It’s not so different than a dildo,” Sylvanas explains. She reaches down for Jaina’s cock, and while her hand isn’t as warm as her cunt, it’s a welcome home all the same. “And I know you know what to do with those. Belore, but they are not usually as big as this.”

Sylvanas gives her another stroke. Jaina thinks she might have one if she keeps talking about how big her arcane dick is and calling her a good girl.

“For me, at least, if I feel the tip of this where I need it to, it will be very nice,” Sylvanas tells her. “And very quick, I might add. The best way to achieve that is leverage. You, lower than me.”

She strokes Jaina’s cock again, and the morning light in the windows blurs into a million little stars.

“And this, pushing up into me.”

“How?” is all Jaina can ask, and the most important fact she’s ever needed to know.

Sylvanas reaches back behind her to the shelves above the headboard. They’re on the side with the implements--paddles and restraints and tamer things like towels--far away from the bottles and their offered deviances.

This one is enough for now. This one is plenty, Jaina decides as Sylvanas turns back to her with a stack of soft, folded towels that she slides quickly under her hips. The one she casually spreads below the rest in a very anticipatory way makes Jaina twitch into the air.

“A pillow or two works as well. I believe this place should also have a switch somewhere to lower a chair that provides very good opportunities for such angles, but perhaps we’ll save that for later on in our stay,” Sylvanas explains, matter-of-factly despite the lidded desire still very present in her gaze.

“How long is your leave again?” Jaina thinks to ask.

“Technically, a week. But it is my military,” Sylvanas reminds her. She adjusts the towels a bit and then spreads herself on her new perch.

And she reminds Jaina that she’s just fucked the Ranger General of Quel’thalas, and that she wants her to do it again.

“I could make it longer,” Sylvanas purrs as she thumbs Jaina’s hip with one hand. The other takes her cock and points it toward her again.

“Let me see if I can survive day two,” Jaina says.

Still, she cannot disrespect Sylvanas’ hospitality. She lets herself be guided back into her. It feels like coming home. Home is warm and wet and wanting and comes with a strained, keening noise that leaves her lover’s lips.

Jaina feels herself drag along the top of Sylvanas’ inner walls now and understands why this is better immediately. She slowly hilts in her again and stays still a moment, noting the change in both Sylvanas’ demeanor and the feel of her.

Jaina learns quickly, and that is another treat for them both.

She finds that the spot that makes Sylvanas hiss is when she’s about halfway inside of her. And that’s fine with her, because Jaina finds she likes that she can still see part of her construct as it slides in and out of her. She likes it even better when she can contrast the part of it being squeezed tightly with the part that wishes it was.

She feels dangerously close to her own knife’s edge of orgasm as she watches this, but knows that Sylvanas is already quite close too.

Jaina has learned something else. It might only work on her, but she has a feeling it might work on Sylvanas too. Her latest spell is the most sinister of all weapons, and she chooses the moment she unleashes it carefully.

She draws the head of her shaft back with particularly pronounced slowness over the spot inside of her lover that makes her writhe and asks, “Is that it, pretty girl? Is this where you want me?”

Sylvanas comes before she can answer. Jaina thrusts up to fill her for it, and to feel her walls dance upon her cock. This, she decides, is probably the best physical thing she’s ever felt in her life. She cannot stop herself from coming along with it, for it, and spills arcane into the natural rush of Sylvanas that follows.

They both lose time in seconds or minutes or maybe even hours. Jaina isn’t sure how long it goes on, but the feeling of that mutual orgasm is forever ingrained in her. She will need new wards on her journals--new protections to keep the words she’ll need to invent to sort through these feelings to herself.

She’s still inside Sylvanas when she finds herself back in time again. She counts the seconds in the calming of her lover’s breathing. She counts the hours in the rumble of her laugh.

“I don’t think I could survive more than a week of you learning like this,” Sylvanas tells her.

“What a way to go, though,” Jaina says as she leans up to kiss her again. “And what a story Lor’themar will have about how he came to be Ranger General after your untimely death.”

Jaina feels the laugh that follows inside and out. It reminds her not to dwell too much, not to dread. Sex with Sylvanas is fun and light and easy, even when it’s strange and different. And frankly, Jaina is starting to like it a little strange.