A Warden's Tale

Slywyn (Wordpress)

Desc: Do not read this if you are turned off or repulsed by the following kinks: Not limited to but including cock fucking, cock vore, dragon sex, bestiality, cum girls, heavy/extreme inflation, a great many futas, lore-bending, lore-breaking, implausible situations and suspension of disbelief.

Chapter 1

It had been a long night. Whill slowly groaned as she rolled over onto her back, disentangling her limbs from her sleeping sister Naylyn. She looked over and ran her fingers through her sister’s hair, who she affectionately called “NayNay” or simply “Nay”. She pressed a soft kiss to her sister’s lips, causing Nay to stir and mumble something in her sleep before curling up more tightly around her pillow, turning away from Whill.

Whill slowly extricated herself from their blanket, made more difficult by the fact that it was covered in sticky residue, the leavings of the two sisters enjoying themselves the night before. Whill glanced down at herself, her purple skin splotched with more of the same that was covering the sheets. Her length was only half hard, fat and bloated from the almost continual use until the pair fell asleep last night. She tilted her head to look at Nay, but her sister was still curled around her pillow facing away from Whill and the older sister couldn’t tell if she was in a similar state. The sticky white between her legs seemed to hint she was, though.

Whill smiled and pushed herself from the bed with a groan and a stretching yawn, her sizable breasts bouncing just a bit as her body adjusted to standing. She scratched at her dark blue hair as she padded into the kitchen, yawning again, and searched for something to eat. She pawed through a few things, noting that they would have to go hit up a market soon for food, but not before they collected their next Warden’s paycheck. Being the jailors of the Night Elves meant that they were highly respected, but it was not the most lucrative job. To be honest Whill and Nay kept it for the perks, not the pay.

She’d just located a bit of fruit resting in a bowl and was starting to eat when a knock sounded from the door, and Whill stood, glancing at it curiously as if she could see through the solid wood. While she watched it the knock came again, prompting Whill to call out “Coming!”

“You better not be, Warden Whill. This is a business call, not pleasure.” Whill let out a little squeak. That was their Marshal! She quickly strode to the door and yanked it open, snapping to a crisp elven salute, which her Marshal, an older elf named Nystelia, quickly returned. Nys looked Whillwind up and down, taking in her disheveled state and cum-sullied hair. “You and your sister have a late night?”

“Uh… I, er…” Whill looked down at herself again. “Yes.”

“I suppose we can’t begrudge you two your… proclivities for one another, even if she is your sister.” Sibling relationships weren’t unheard of in Night Elven society but they weren’t something that was exactly… well, celebrated. “Are you going to invite me in?”

“Oh! Sorry, of course Marshal Nystelia. Come in, please.” Whill opened the door further and bowed as she stepped out of the way. The Marshal swept in, her bladed cloak swirling behind her as she took in the sight of their home. Aside from the odd white stain here or there the sister’s home was clean and well kept, if devoid of food or even most decoration.

Nys turned toward the hallway to the sisters’ room and bellowed. “NAY. GET YOUR SWEET LITTLE ASS IN HERE.”

Whill flushed to hear her sister addressed such a way. It wasn’t a well-kept secret that sometimes Nay was considered to be the jail’s ‘welcome mat’, and was probably a little bit of a slut. But both Whill and Nay enjoyed the attention and privileges that came with it, least of which was their choice of assignments and postings. The jail didn’t want to send the two of them on something that could actually kill them any more than it wanted to send them to some backwater posting where they wouldn’t be readily available when the two of them were wanted.

There was a loud squeak from the bedroom and Nay came flying into the kitchen, almost bowling over their Marshal as she turned the corner. Nay’s cock and breasts were larger than Whill’s, the former a side effect of the amount of sex and antics that she got up to, and the latter just a quirk of genetics. Whill was about a DD and around nine inches or so long, while Nay was a veery generous E and about twelve. Nay was also softer than Whill was, for a few reasons. Whill trained more, Nay spent more time on her back. Whill was often the aggressor in their missions, relying more on her body and wits, and Nay relied on her sweet demeanor and womanly figure to disarm and charm their targets. They made an exceptional team when they were out on the field. Unfortunately Nay also got more sweets and treats than Whill did, as many of her ‘admirers’ fed her chocolate or other rich meals before or after their little trysts.

However, Whill didn’t begrudge the special treatment Nay got. Nay did a lot of the work to keep the sisters in their home and ensured they kept their extra privileges intact, while Whill ensured they had a constant flow of money and food to keep their bellies full and coin purses heavy. Just like on the field, at home their strengths complimented one another.

Nys looked Nay up and down, letting Whill get a good look at Nay for the first time since last night too. The younger sister was covered in the lion’s share of the cum, almost her entire front painted white, barely showing her brighter purple skin. Her whole length looked like it’d been dipped in white paint, and her face had gotten in on the action as well. Whill couldn’t help but laugh, drawing a withering glare from Nys that quickly stifled it.

“Take a seat, Nay. I have an assignment for you and your sister.” Nay nodded and moved over toward the table, followed by Whill. She started to sit, but the older sister smiled and took the chair herself, pulling Nay into her lap. The younger sibling squeaked again, quietly, as she felt Whill’s length against her rear, but just sat still. Nys smirked a little but moved over in front of the two, pulling a chair from their table. She checked it first, making sure she wasn’t going to sit in one of the sister’s leavings, and then sat in it backward, straddling the chair itself. This was likely to show off the bulge in the front of her leather armor, much larger than anything the sister’s sported, ensuring that their attention would be on their commander and not each other.

Nay shifted a bit as she felt Whill’s length twitch against her rear, but otherwise directed her attention to their commander. “We have reports of a Renegade Highborne stirring up trouble in Ashenvale.” Whill blinked, much the same as Nay who glanced back to her older sister. “I know that the Sundering was over a thousand years ago, but tensions still run high between the Highborne and the rest of the Night Elves. We’re going to dispatch you from here in Nighthaven to Astranaar, where you can personally check on the threat. There have been no signs of struggle or combat, but magical residue has been found at the crime scenes that matches a Highborne that escaped our captivity two years ago.”

Nys pulled a rolled up parchment from her belt and presented it to the sisters. A busty elf of obvious Highborne ancestry, her hair pulled up into a bun, glowered from the drawing. “As you can see, she has a characteristic scar on her left cheek, a fire spell went wrong when she was younger and she suffered burns to her face. She healed most of them but left that one as a reminder.”

Nay and Whill nodded, the older sister speaking a moment later. “What happened to the Warden who was in charge of her cell when she escaped? Surely she was questioned, or sent after the prisoner herself.”

“The Warden in question disappeared the same day that the Highborne escaped. We have not heard from her nor have we any clues as to where she went or what happened to her. It’s as if she left with the Highborne.” Nys just shrugged, clueless.

“But that would never happen. We take oaths that ensure we can’t help our captives escape.” Whill glanced to Nay. If the Highborne could overpower a Warden that was bad news.

“This particular Highborne is skilled in enchantment and illusion. We think she may have ensorcelled her jailor and took the poor woman with her.” Nys pulled free another, smaller parchment. “This is what she looks like.” It showed a green haired elf with a bright smile, her hair long and free much like Nay’s was. She had blade markings across her eyes like many Wardens, including Whill. “Her name is Mysandra. If you are able to bring her back to us there will be an extra reward.” She looked to Whill and Nay, glancing between the sisters. “Are we clear?”

Nay and Whill both nodded quickly, setting the two pictures down on their table to get a better look at them. “I’ve already informed the Hippogryph master that you two will be coming later this afternoon.” Nys glanced between the two sisters. “You’ve got about three hours. Clean up and prepare yourselves.”

“Of course, Marshall Nystelia.” Nay spoke this time, inclining her head to the older elf. “We will find our captured sister and return the Highborne to our custody.” She didn’t get up to show the Marshal out, mostly because her wiggling as they’d spoken had ‘awoken’ Whill’s length. She’d just be dragged back down if she got up, and she could already feel her sister’s grip tightening on her waist. Nys nodded and closed the door behind her as she left, leaving the two sisters alone.

Almost as soon as the door shut Nay could feel soft breath on her neck, her sister’s hands sliding ever so slowly up her sides from her hips. “Mnh… You hear that, Nay? We’re going on an assignment. That means extra pay.” Whill’s hips slowly shifted under her sister’s rear, dragging her length back and forth as she ground against the younger, softer elf. “You know what extra pay means?”

Nay’s own length was swelling as the grinding continued, her sister’s cock finding the crease between her legs that hid her slit, her sister’s length rubbing both against her lips and the heavy sack that held her balls, each almost an apple in size compared to her sister’s ping-pong balls. “D-does it mean what I think it does?”

Whill nodded, nipping softly at her sister’s neck, eliciting a soft moan from the younger elf. “It means I can finally buy you that collar I promised, sister. We’ll show everyone who you belong to. Who they owe when they get a taste of your sweet pussy, my little NayNay…” She purred as her teeth nibbled the skin of her sister’s neck, her hands finding the round mounds of soft titflesh atop Nay’s chest and groping them roughly. “Tell me who you belong to.” She gave a rough hump against her sister’s back, almost lifting her up off of her lap before her hands dug back in and pulled the smaller elf more tightly to her lap.

“Mrngh…” Nay’s eyes were closed as she was groped and ground against, her slick lips already beginning to glisten. “My sister Whillwind…”

Whill growled softly and humped her sister again, pressing that swelling shaft to her sister’s lips. “Wrong answer. Who do you belong to.” She bit gently into her sister’s shoulder, canines sinking into soft flesh. Not hard enough to break the skin, just hard enough to leave a mark that would linger for a few hours.

“M-mistress Whill…” Nay gasped, her back arching, pressing the supple skin against her sister’s breasts.

“That is the right answer, my little pet…” Whill’s hands shifted down to take hold of Nay’s hips and lifted her bodily from her lap, only to slam Nay down against the table, pushing their chair out of the way with a foot. Nay started to push herself up, but a hand to her head ensured that she stayed against the table as Whill slipped a knee between her sister’s thighs to open her up, her other hand taking hold of her length to guide it to its moist, warm home. Whill groaned as she thrust forward and slid her cocktip between her sister’s lips, burying herself to the hilt in the first motion, the warm sleeve as familiar to her as her own hand.

“Goddess sister…” Nay panted against the table, her length smashed against her stomach and pointing out slightly to the side, already oozing clear pre against the wooden tabletop.

Whill leaned down, pressing her breasts to her sister’s back as she rolled her hips, thrusting her cock deeper, the tip pressing against her sibling’s cervix. “Shhh, Nay… Shh…” She nibbled again at her sister’s neck as Nay nodded, ensuring she’d remain quiet for now. “That’s my good girl… My good little sister…”

Whill began to softly hump against Nay’s hips, their sacks slapping gently against one another with soft sounds. Her cock pulled free about halfway before slipping back home, soft ‘schlick schlick’ sounds the only ones being made other than heavy breathing. Whill’s teeth continued to bite and nip at her sister’s neck and shoulder, slowly working their way toward her earlobe as one hand cleared the way of silvery hair. “Who’s your mistress, Nay? Who’s the only one you submit to of your own accord?”

“M-mistress Whill…” Her younger sister panted, her eyes closed.

Whill growled quietly and nibbled her sister’s earlobe a little roughly, drawing a small pinprick of purple blood. “What did I tell you, NayNay?” Her voice was husky and deep, filled with lust and desire.

Nay immediately recognized her mistake and bit down on her bottom lip to silence herself, shutting her eyes. Whill pulled back after licking that little purple droplet from her ear, then almost her entire cock went with her, leaving barely a scant inch to fill the younger elf… until all of it slammed home in one heavy thrust, actually scooting the table across the ground with the shrill screech of wood sliding across wood. Whill hammered herself into her sister a few more times as ‘punishment’ before she leaned back down over the smaller elf, Nay’s breasts squished against the wood. “My good little girl… my sexy little NayNay… Do you submit to anyone else?”

Nay hesitated for a moment before simply shaking her head from side to side. “Good girl… You only submit to who I tell you to submit to, don’t you?” She punctuated her words with another heavy thrust before going back to the gentle pace. Nay groaned softly and nodded her head. Others might sleep with the little elf, but the only did so with Whill’s permission. Nay loved every moment of it, and they both benefitted from the arrangement. It worked very well for them.

Whill reached around under her sister as her thrusts began to pick up their pace, gently grasping her cock in hand, her grip squeezing tightly into an iron vice. “And who doesn’t cum until I tell them to?” Her voice was barely above a growl now as her hips slammed into Nay hard enough send her rear jiggling. “Who’s my good little pet?”

Nay knew better than to answer, just panting quietly through clenched teeth as her sister’s hand cut off her flow of pre, which had been making a puddle on the table. Her already large balls began to swell, backed up pre and warm cum pooling in the heavy orbs. “Ooooh…” Whill purred, leaning down to sink her teeth into her sister’s shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, licking the bitten spot a moment later. “Good little pet, learning… ngh… so well…” Whill was beginning to pant, signaling that her orgasm wasn’t far away. “I’m going to cum in you sister… and then I’m going to make you drink down your own cream. Wouldn’t do to waste it, now would it?” She purred heavily as her thrusts picked up their pace even further, until each thrust was enough to push Nay harder against the wooden tabletop.

Nay couldn’t do any more than pant and mewl deep in her throat as her sister took her against the table, not if she didn’t want to be ‘punished’ for making noise. No moans, no answers, no calling her sister’s name. She felt her cock bloat as she approached orgasm, but her length was fattening for no reason. With Whill’s grip around her urethra she wouldn’t be able to blow until Whill wanted, but her body didn’t know that. A few more hard thrusts and Whill was crying out Nay’s name, her back arching as she jerked and spasmed against her sister, twitching heavily as her length unloaded itself into Nay’s eager sex.

Nay bit down on her lip almost hard enough to draw blood, squealing as she felt that warmth bloom in her belly, her own length jerking and spasming in her sister’s hand, but the only release of pressure was in a tiny little droplet of pre that squeezed out to glisten on her tip. Whill didn’t pull herself out, her hand gripping Nay tightly around the waist as she half dragged, half carried Nay back to the chair, hand still clenched tightly around her cock. “Bend over pet. Take yourself to the hilt.” That was almost impossible, but as Nay bent over she felt her sister’s other hand pressing her down, and she was able to take about half of her length into her mouth with a little bit of discomfort. “Ready NayNay?”

Nay nodded quickly with a muffled ‘Mrph!’, her cheeks pulling taut around her cock as she gave it a hearty suckle, already waiting to swallow her load. Whill purred deeply as she released her grip around Nay’s cock, feeling her sister’s sex clench around her rod as the younger elf’s orgasm flooded from her length, bloating her cheeks. Despite how good Nay was at sucking cock, how well she could take down those loads, some of it squirted around her length to spatter across her crotch, more of it spurting through her nose to run down her lips, coating the entire lower half of her face in her cream as she groaned and swallowed dutifully, drinking down almost a full two pints of cream in just a few moments.

When she finally pulled back to breathe she panted, and Whill leaned her head against Nay’s left shoulder to purr and look at her handiwork. She grinned and reached up with a finger, slowly wiping her sister’s face of cum. “Clean it up, little pet.” Nay nodded and licked the finger clean, even gently suckling with a sultry look in her eyes when Whill poked the digit between her lips. “That is such a good girl, Nay…” Whill leaned forward and took Nay’s lips with her own, kissing her passionately and deeply. “I love you, my NayNay. You can speak now.”

Nay nodded, smiling at her sister as Whill pulled away. “I love you too, mistress Whill… My big sister… my protector.” She leaned forward and pressed another kiss to Whill’s lips, eliciting a giggle from the larger elf. They remained like that for a few minutes, kissing, cuddling, Whill’s length still buried within Nay’s depths, twitching now and again, before Whill slowly pulled away.

“We should go clean up, Nay. We have a criminal to catch.” Nay nodded her agreement, pecking her sister’s cheek before pulling herself off of her cock, drawing a string of cum with her as she padded away to the room to collect their equipment bag. They’d take it to the river with them and dress there, then just head straight to the hippogryph master from there.

It was a short journey full of teasing and joking as the two siblings made their way to the river. They lived just outside of Nighthaven to the southeast, bordering the lake that the city sat upon the shores of. The lake was large enough that they couldn’t see the city through the mists when they caught a break in the trees large enough to see the water, but they were heading toward the river that fed into the lake, chilled waters flowing down from the southern mountains that bordered Moonglade from Winterspring.

They reached the river in short order, Nay setting down the bag of equipment amongst the roots of a tree. Outside of their home the two sisters were simply siblings, equal and playful. Nay only assumed the mantle of ‘pet’, just like Whill assumed the mantle of ‘mistress’, when they were at play. They were roles that the two of them fell easily into, and roles that they did not always abide by.

There were times, though rare, when Nay got a dominant streak and would treat her sister much like Whill normally treated her, and the give and take between the siblings shifted. But things always equalized one way or another, and neither one of them really believed that the other was somehow lesser or better than themselves. They’d only been born a year apart after all, and though Nay was younger and smaller, they were close enough for the time difference to not really matter.

They sank into the chilled waters with quiet sounds of shock and more than a few complaints, but nothing got one ready for the day like a dip in the frigid waters. They cleaned each other, though the sheer temperature of the waters discouraged any kind of serious play (another reason they came to this stream in the first place), and quickly stepped back out.

They’d discovered long ago that putting on their Warden’s armor wet allowed it to slip on more easily, and when the armor dried it almost sealed to their skin, creating a second layer that was as supple and flexible as the real thing. They fixed their hair, Nay combing hers using a small mirror while Whillwind affixed her own into a tight ponytail. Neither one of them wore helmets, though they had necklaces that they wore with their armor that provided the same sort of protection, allowing arrows to skip off of the magical force and spells to splash harmlessly to the side. It had the added benefit of allowing them to see and breathe underwater for a short time, which had come in very useful a few times in their career.

Now properly dressed in their Warden’s armor, glaives held in hand, the pair of them cut an intimidating figure. Nay wore the cape that Whillwind had abandoned long ago, but Whillwind carried a bow where Nay only had her glaive. They cut out of the woods along a well-worn path, bringing them to the road along the south edge of the lake in a few minute’s time. They headed west then, toward the Hippogryph roost built along the south road. They’d be about an hour early, but the journey allowed for some small talk along the way regardless. Nay’d visited Nighthaven the day before (Her return had prompted the late-night lovemaking session), and she filled in her sister on what she’d seen and heard. News of the Highborne attack in Astranaar had already arrived in the city, meaning that their assignment hadn’t really come as a surprise to either of them. It had only been a matter of time.

The hippogryph roost came into view a few minutes later, but there wasn’t any sign of the hippogryph mistress. “Uh… Hello? Wardens Naylyn and Whillwind reporting for our ride?” The two sisters glanced around, trying to find… well, anyone. “… Hello?”

Then the two of them heard a muffled sound coming from beneath one of the hippogryphs sitting in their nest, and they realized that it had been shifting the entire time they’d been here. They’d assumed it was trying to get comfortable, but now they realized what it was actually doing! A head poked out beneath it’s feathers, maroon skin and bright blue markings accompanied by electric blue hair. “H-mnh-Hello there! Ex… excuse me while I … hrgn… deal with the last of the ‘gryphs.”

Whill blinked and looked to Nay, who had the same incredulous expression. “Alright.” They stepped back, giving the mistress and her animal some space, though neither one looked away. She seemed pinned under the animal, which seemed quite happy to be that way, and the more they looked the more they could discern what was going on. It had apparently drug her to it’s nest, as she seemed to be bent over beneath the feathered avian as it pounded away at her. Neither Nay nor Whill had ever actually fucked one of the beasts, each of them preferring their Nightsaber’s fur to a hippogryph’s feathers, but it wasn’t too uncommon an occurrence.

They didn’t have to wait long as it seemed she’d been at it for a while, and judging by the belly she was sporting she’d done probably this same thing with each of the animals, four of them in total and likely more, as some were probably away on flights or deliveries. She let out one last cry and was thrust forward as the animal squawked and buried it’s large length into the woman, bloating out her stomach even more as she shook beneath the animal. Once finished she slowly pried herself loose of it’s grasp and climbed out of it’s nest while it settled down behind her. Her stomach was actually so large that it could slosh back and forth as she moved, her eyes glancing from one Warden to the other.

She was one of the rare completely female elves, no cock of any kind to speak of. Night Elves had three genders, all of them feminine: Nysen’da, with a cock but no pussy, Nyrsen’da, pussies and no cocks, and then Ayrsen’do, elves like Nay and Whill who had both. The Arysen’do were by far the most numerous, with the Nyrsen’da making up the other bulk of the elves, and the Nysen’da coming in at the rear with the minority of the elven numbers, only about 15% or so of the population. The Night Elves had encountered males among the Tauren to the south and the Vrykul to the far north, though the Tauren were embroiled in a war with the Centaur in their southern borders near Thousand Needles and didn’t often bother the Elves, and the Vrykul hadn’t been seen since the Sundering. They were presumed wiped out. They called males ‘Nyren’dar’, a borrowed word from the Tauren mixed with Elven that meant ‘the odd ones’, given that they had no breasts.

“We’re here on orders from Marsh-“, Nay began.

“Right, right. You’re the two Wardens. I’m to get you to Ashenvale as quickly as possible, right? That means you’re going on good old Fenixi here.” She gave the ‘gryph whose cock she’d just been riding’s nose a gentle pat. “She’s the fastest thing this side of the Maelstrom.” She smiled and stroked the animal’s beak, who churred softly. “She’ll have you there by dawn, sooner if the winds are in your favor.”

Whill nodded, then pointed at the animal’s back. “That saddle only seats one.”

“You’re correct there, miss… Whill? Nys said you were bigger. Anyway, you’re right. So either Nay there is going to have to ride in your lap, or in the ‘gryph.” She gestured under the animal.

“Uh… in?” Nay raised an eyebrow.

“Yep!” She moved over to the animal and gave it a little push, and it obediently turned over onto it’s side, where she gestured to the animal’s cock. “Right in there. She can carry both of your weight, but there’s not enough room on her back. So in you go!” Nay started to step toward the animal with a sigh, but the woman put her hand on Nay’s chest and forced her back a step. “Hey! Armor off first, okay? No sense in hurting it.”

Nay let out another sigh and nodded before starting to strip out of her armor. She took off all of the metal bits and gave Whill her cloak and glaive, all of which went into the bag they’d carried their equipment out to the river with, leaving Nay in only her leather underarmor. “I can keep this on, right?” When the hippogryph mistress nodded, Nay moved to the animal’s waist and leaned over, a little unsure of how to actually go about this.

The mistress let out her own sigh and moved over to Nay, gently shoving her face against the animal’s crotch. “You gotta get her excited first, you dunce.”

The Warden quickly got the hint and began to lick the animal’s length, which was still hard and covered in both it’s own cream and the mistress’s fluids. Her tongue traveled along the entirety of the thick, meaty pole, from the base where it emerged from a feathered sheath all the way to the slightly pointed tip with two tiny little barbs that would likely rub along the sides of it’s mate’s sex as the cock was plunged in and out.

Nay even went as far as to wrap her lips around the head of the animal’s cock to suckle before it slowly stood, taking Nay’s face and mouth with it as she seemed stuck to it’s length for the moment. She glanced to Whill with a worried look, who just mouthed for her to keep going. Nay couldn’t really think of anything to do but continue, so she pushed her head deeper onto the animal’s shaft, bobbing slowly, until it finally pulled itself out of her mouth after a few passes. The head of it’s cock loomed in Nay’s vision before it sank forward and she found herself engulfed in darkness- though it was a very warm and wet darkness.

Whill’s eyes went wide as she saw the animal’s cock suddenly expand all at once to take in her sister’s head almost immediately and she turned her gaze to the mistress with a curious glance. “We figured out they could do this after some of their trainers started disappearing a couple hundred years ago. It’s a well-kept secret, since it’s…” She waggled her hand from side to side with an amused, scrunched expression. “A little strange.” She giggled and turned back to the animal to watch as it humped against Nay’s body, slowly pulling her further and further into it’s shaft.

Whill watched with an odd fascination as Nay’s body slowly disappeared into the animal’s length, her head, shoulders, and even breasts now outlined on it’s shaft as it sucked and pulled her in. “It looks like a snake eating it’s meal.”

“Actually that’s almost exactly how it works. They have very fine control over the muscles and tissues of their penis, and it helps that they can stretch a lot better than most elves.” The mistress explained. Then her face lit up. “Oh! Shit, sorry, I totally forgot my manners. Flightmistress Resileaf at your service.” She extended a hand, which Whill shook, still engrossed in the show as Nay’s hips seemed like the next thing to go.

Whill noticed that the bulge in Nay’s crotch was larger than it normally was, suggesting her sister was actually getting off on this, and she got a curious idea. “Can elves do this?”

Resi started to speak, then blinked as her mind processed the question further. “Well… sure. You’d have to be really stretchy-“

“We’ve got that in spades.”

Resi grinned before continuing. “And, basically, your partner would have to trust you. Elves don’t have the fine muscle control that the ‘gryphs do, so they’d have to push themselves inside. Elves discovered we can breathe each other’s cum several thousand years ago, Elune be praised for her forethought, so they’ll be perfectly safe inside of you as long as they don’t, like… starve, or dehydrate, or something.” She shrugged. “I don’t see why you couldn’t do it, if you were so inclined.”

“Oh, good. Uh… Mistress, could I tell you something you won’t tell others? It’s sort of a trade secret of my sister and mine.” She gestured toward Nay, who was now a pair of legs wiggling outside the hippogryph’s cocktip.

“Sure, I don’t get much company so it’s not likely I’d meet anyone who’d want to know anyway.”

“Well, Nay and I had a spell cast a long time ago. Something we use for infiltration missions. If we cover each other in our cum we can actually use a minor transmutation spell to ‘morph’ ourselves into more of the same. But it’s got a time limit on it before we actually become our own… well, cum.”

Resi blinked. “That is … something. What’s the time limit?”

“About six hours. If we don’t turn back into ourselves, the magic will begin to overstep it’s limits and actually change us into cum. We’ve never had that happen, as we’ve always made sure to be done long before then. The reason I’m asking is because Nay is going to be covered in the gryphon’s cum as long as she’s in there, so…”

It took her a moment to understand what Whill was getting at, but her eyes went wide as she realized the implications. “OH. Shit, yeah, right. Uh, I’ll make sure she gets you there as soon as possible. With luck the wind will be on your side and you won’t be cutting it so close.” She stepped up to the hippogryph, which had just finished it’s ‘meal’, and spoke softly to it while Whill watched. Fenixi stilled it’s movements for a moment, which didn’t stop Nay shifting around in it’s much-larger ballsack, then nodded like an elf might as it looked at the flightmistress. She smiled and gestured to Whill. “You’re all ready to go. She says she’ll get you there as quickly as her wings can take her, and she knows a pass over the mountains that’s always got a heavy tailwind blowing through it that should cut down on your flight time. It’s a little rougher on her, but you’ll definitely not be in danger of losing your sister.”

Whill nodded and slowly climbed up onto the animal’s back, strapping herself in and putting her feet in the stirrups. “Good luck out there Whill.” Resi smiled, until she gave the ‘gryph a slap on the hindquarter. It squawked and leapt into the air, quickly gaining altitude with each flap of it’s wings.

Whill concentrated, reaching out to the mental link she shared with her sister. It was a weak thing, but it allowed them to communicate over short distances silently, which was invaluable for stealth missions. Most Warden pairs had such a bond, if they worked together long enough and trusted one another. The sisters had gotten theirs sooner than most. “I spoke to her about our spell, Nay.”

“You know Nys said not to tell anyone about that!” Her sister’s voice was distant, but audible.

“I know, but you might have melted in there. She made sure the gryphon understood that you had to be out in under six hours, and it’s taking a harder but faster route.” Whill watched the trees fly by below as they winged over Moonglade, headed toward the Winterspring Mountains.

“Fine. But if she finds out I’m blaming you… I’m going to take a nap. It’s nice and warm in here.”

“I thought you’d be a little more freaked out, sister.” Whill was amused by how cavalier Nay was at times.

“Well, I spend most of my life on top of or sucking on cocks, I suppose one sucking on me isn’t that far of a stretch.” She joked.

Whill laughed. “Fine. I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

“Love you sis.” Nay’s voice was already sounding further away as she settled in for her nap.

“Love you too, Nay. We’ll be there before you know it.” Whill leaned back in the saddle and prepared for the long trip by planning how they might overcome this particular Highborne threat.

It was right at four hours when they arrived, if Whill’s timekeeping was any good. Two hours before dawn, which gave them plenty of time to get settled in town for the day, and get a room to sleep in. They’d cut across the mountains of Winterspring, through the long pass that had buffeted both Whill and the Hippogryph, though they’d moved noticeably faster thanks to a massive tailwind of air rushing down through the mountains toward the northern reaches of Ashenvale that extended all the way north to the Timbermaw Passage. They passed over the verdant shelf, one of the most popular vacationing destinations that the Night Elves possessed, second to, and in some opinions equal to, the southern reaches of Feralas. The demons had attempted to corrupt the land during the War of the Ancients, but thanks to Illadri’s quick thinking the Skull of Gul’dan had been destroyed. The lands immediately surrounding the Skull had been tainted by it’s energies and were now called “The Felwood”, but they were a relatively small patch of the forest, and they were well-patrolled by a small contingent of Sentinels.

They touched down just outside of Astranaar, and Whill immediately hopped down off of the hippogryph to try to help get Nay out… somehow. “Nay! Wake up, we’re here. We’ve got to get you out of there.”

She felt her sister stirring as she pressed her hands to the ‘gryph’s bloated ballsack, it’s cock already hardening to expel it’s load. She wasn’t sure what to do but on a hunch she began to stroke and fondle the animal’s tool, wrapping the thick thing with both of her hands to give it something to thrust into. The hippogryph gave an appreciative murr and bucked it’s hips into her hands, and a few moments later she felt the length convulsing between her fingers, thickening and jerking before almost all at once it spat Nay out onto the ground in a rush, splattering the ground with what had to be a gallon of sticky white seed.

Whill blinked at the sheer speed of it, and she was still helping Nay unwrap her stiff and sticky body when she heard a branch break just behind her. She whirled around, her glaive in hand in an instant, and found her blade pressed to the throat of another Night Elf, wide-eyed in fright. Whill’s expression softened as she saw the uniform of the Hippogryph mistress, and she withdrew her glaive. “My apologies, Mistress. I did not hear you approach.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine. Believe me, you’re not the first to be startled. Our armor’s got charms on it, see?” She lifted her head, showing off her neck. Where Whill’s glaive had pressed to her neck wasn’t touched, though the blade had been pressed there hard enough to draw blood.

Whill blinked, forgetting Nay for a moment. “How in Goddess’ name?”

The Hippogryph Mistress just laughed. “It’s a blessing from the Priestesses, and each set of armor is tuned specifically to the Mistress who wears it. You don’t have to worry about the enemy gaining immunity to your glaives any time soon, Warden.” She slowly unstiffened Nay with expert ease, poking a pressure point here and straightening a joint there.

“How does no one know about this?” Whill gestured to the odd method of travel they’d employed.

“Well ‘gryphs aren’t widely used these days, with portals being in favor at the moment as Mages become more popularly accepted, and we rarely have to transport two or three people by hippogryph at once. Besides, do you think anyone would believe you if you told them about it?”

Whill considered for a moment, but it was Nay who spoke up as she brushed some of the cum from her body and clambered to her feet. “You’ve got a point there, Mistress…”

The Hippogryph Mistress stuck out her hand for a shake with a nice big grin. “Narukami. Nice to meet you.” She looked to the two as Whill began handing Nay back her armor and weapon. “I take it you two are the Wardens here to figure out what’s going on with that renegade Highborne?”

Whill nodded as Nay dressed herself, most of the animal’s cum having sloughed off like oil running from soap. The animal in question had flown away toward the roost, it’s length shrinking back down to a more normal size as it went, headed for a well-deserved rest.

“I’m Whillwind and this is Naysyn. If there’s anything you can tell us about her, you’d be a huge help.” Whill gestured to herself and then her sister, who quickly joined her at her side.

“Well, she showed up in town just a few days ago. Sent an alarm through the guards almost immediately. Then one by one people in town just start disappearing. It’s the damnedest thing. It’s like they’re walking along, we find some of her footprints, and then they’re just gone. No sign of them, no nothing.” She shrugged.

Whill looked to Nay and frowned. “Sounds like some kind of teleportation magic. But why would she keep walking if she teleported them?”

“Keep looking for other victims maybe?” Nay offered.

“That’s possible.” Narukami spoke up. “She came into town talking about how she was going to ‘collect’ everyone. She’s apparently obsessed with having pets, collaring people, that sort of thing.”

Nay frowned a little and chewed on her bottom lip, thinking. Whill looked around and nodded at the information Naru had given them. “Do you know how many people she’s gotten so far?”

“Two Sentinels, Rayne Wolfrunner, the butcher and our resident mage ambassador.” Naru counted off on her fingers.

Both Wardens blinked, their mouths agape. “She got Rayne?”

Naru frowned, nodding her head. “Rayne was actually the first to disappear. I figure she grabbed her first so that she couldn’t organize a defense.”

“That actually makes a lot of sense.” Nay spoke up. “She seems pretty smart, sis.” She tapped her chin and turned away to think, her knife-edged cloak clinking quietly in the early dawn hours.

“Right… Well thank you miss Narukami. We’ll be on our way, and we’ll find this Highborne, wherever she is.” Whill clasped the woman’s hand again.

“She takes people in the late evening, right before nightfall. Usually when they’re the most tired after being on patrol, or getting up out of bed and they’re groggy. She only seems to take people who are standing up. No one’s been taken in their sleep, or out of a bed or chair.” Naru offered one last bit of info.

Whill pursed her lips and nodded, mulling it over. “Thank you. We’ll keep an eye out.”

The two Wardens took their leave and headed off into town. They questioned several other elves, including Rayne’s second in command, but they didn’t really learn anything new, other than some of the victim’s names. Avelraein was one of the Sentinels, and Tolrissa was the other. The butcher was Niikara, but nobody seemed to know the Mage’s actually name. They’d always just been referred to as ‘the Mage’ in conversation. They took a room in the Inn and slowly settled down for the night.

Neither one of them wanted to get out of their armor, but sleeping in metal was difficult, so they settled for leaving on their leather under armor. The two sisters cuddled quietly in bed, relaxing before their mission. Before long Nay had fallen asleep, leaving Whill alone with her thoughts, and somehow aroused. She sniffed, realizing that some smell was starting to get her hard, and she followed her nose all the way down to Nay’s crotch, realizing that her sister’s cock had never gotten soft after her ride in the gryphon. Seemed like her original arousal had been kept alive thanks to the tight leather constantly rubbing along the entirety of her shaft, and Whill’s gentle finger-strokes along the cock revealed it was still rock hard and softly throbbing.

She smirked a little, looking up at her sleeping sister, and continued to gently prod and poke her lover’s shaft, even going as far as to cup the balls creating their own bulge against the skintight leather. The armor had once fit her sister’s shaft even when hard, but Night Elf cocks grew the more sex they had, and Nay hadn’t ever gotten her armor adjusted as her shaft grew from her constant copulation, and now she got quite the bulge when she was hard, like now. She teased the rigid length as her sister slept, soft, furtive touches along it’s armor-clad girth. Her sister had always been quick to blow, and it wasn’t hard to get her edging. A few strokes, a lick or two, and her swollen length was ready to blow. Unfortunately for Nay, Whill wasn’t sleepy, so she didn’t intend to stop any time soon.

She was waiting until her sister’s arousal had gone down enough that she felt she could touch it again without setting her off when she got a mischievous idea. She scrounged around in the room until she found a length of string and waited to put her plan into motion. Once Nay had calmed down and her cock was no longer twitching, Whill opened the little slits in the armor’s sides (There was another in the crotch to allow the Wardens to use the washroom, but the slots in the sides were for the leather to breathe) and stuck in her hands on either side, the string held in her right. She fished around a bit until she caught her sister’s length in her hand and quickly looped the string around it, tying it in a cute little knot. “That’ll keep you from cumming…” She whispered into her sister’s ear with a soft giggle.

She pushed herself atop Nay, her own cock having already grown nice and hard, and slowly ground their leather-clad cocks against one another. “Mmn, Nay… so sexy when you’re sleeping… So beautiful, so serene…” She gently ground her cock against her sister’s, her eyelids fluttering as those two hard shafts rubbed against one another. “You’re going to be aching so badly once you wake. You’ll want to cum so bad… And you know what, my little pet? I’ll let you. We’ll feed each other breakfast.” She smirked as she produced another length of string and sat up atop her sister’s hips. She quickly tied off her own cock as well with a soft gasp.

She kept rubbing against her sister’s cock, even after both of their lengths had twitched multiple times, trying to climax even with the string holding them back. Nay’s balls were straining against her leather covering by the time Whill passed out from exhaustion, her own about half the size of her sister’s and having a less cramped time of it. While she slept either she or Nay continued to hump against the other, ensuring their dreams were filled with frustration and lust, and both elves got off a few more times against each other, though the string around their shafts ensured that neither one of them released even so much as a drop of cum.

Furtive eyes peered in the window of their room as the two Wardens slept, bright pink hair pulled back into twin ponytails marking the stalker watching them. The figure wore robes the color of the summer leaves, as if for camouflage, though the hair gave her away anyway. She smirked softly as she pulled a hood up over her head, hiding her hair, and crept back away from the window. The Wardens were being watched.

When Nay finally awoke, it was well past nightfall, and her balls hurt. She groaned and sat up, looking for her sister, and looked down at herself. She let out a gasp as she spotted the large round blob that had once been her cock. She gave it a poke and shuddered. This had to be Whill’s doing, her balls were so swollen with cum that she worried she might not even be able to walk. She rubbed her eyes and pushed out of bed, relieved to find that she actually could walk, and peered around her room. “Whill? Where are you, Whill?”

She stuck a hand into her armor and gave her shaft a little fondle, wondering if Whill had done something, and found that sure enough Whill had tied a little knot around her cock to keep her from climaxing. Which meant that Nay wouldn’t be able to get rid of all of her cum until she found her sister, or she’d be punished otherwise. She let out a little sigh and wandered through their room. Whill wasn’t in the bathroom, nor was she in the main ‘living room’ portion of their suite. Since the two Wardens were to apprehend the Highborne causing trouble in town, the Innkeeper had given them the best room in the Inn. But Whillwind wasn’t anywhere in the room.

“Maybe she’s gone down for breakfast… Whill? Hey Whill!” Nay yelled, hoping maybe her sister was just hiding somewhere, but when she didn’t get an answer she just shrugged. She opened the door and stepped out into the hall, and felt a hand grab her by the back of the head as she turned to head down to the main room of the Inn. She started to laugh to tell her sister that she’d been wondering where she’d gone when her hair was given a rough yank, drawing her backward, and almost bending her over. Only Nay’s flexibility kept her from falling onto her ass. Whill was never so rough. “Hey! Who’re –mph?” Her voice was muffled as the pink-haired woman above her stuffed her head somewhere dark and quiet that smelled heavily of cock.

Nay felt like her insides were twisting around her as she fell, and she landed somewhere soft with an ‘oof!’ and bounced off onto something that felt like cloth. She looked around her, her eyes adjusting… and the first person she saw was Whill. “Hey! Whill, where in Goddess name are we?” She looked around as her sister awkwardly walked across the pink cloth that seemed to surround them, wondering where they could be. Everything around her just seemed… pink, and strange. It wasn’t anywhere she recognized.

“You’re as much in the dark as I am, Nay. I haven’t seen anyone else since we –Goddess get down!” Whill grabbed Nay and collapsed, bringing both of them to the ‘ground’. There was a loud rushing sound all around them, and then voices. As they disentangled from one another and stood, they suddenly found themselves among a few other elves. Two that looked like Sentinels, one in normal garb, one in robes… And Rayne Wolfrunner.

“Rayne!” Both Wardens said at once, quickly stumbling toward her. Rayne, for her part, seemed to have mastered walking across this odd surface and approached them with little trouble.

“Ah! You two must be the two Wardens they said they were sending down to figure out what to do about Lysneda.” She smiled as she approached, gently patting both of the Wardens on their shoulder armor.

“Lysneda? Who’s that?” Whill and Nay asked at basically the same time.

“She’s whose underwear we’re currently inhabiting.” The woman in robes spoke up.

“Whose un-… what?” Nay blinked, looking to the robed woman. “Who’re you?”

“My name is Marsis. I am the Highborne ambassador to Ashenvale, trying to lessen the hatred for other Highborne among the Elven populace.” She bowed stiffly at the waist.

“Fat chance.” The woman in civilian clothes said, letting out a loud huff.

“Oh be quiet, Niikara.” One of the Sentinels said. She gestured to herself. “I’m Avelraein and this is Tolrissa.” She gestured to the other Sentinel, who bowed at the waist.

Whill nodded, looking to each in turn, Nay doing the same. “That’s nice and all, but can anyone explain what we’re doing in here? Or… where here is?”

“We’re in Lysneda’s underwear. You know where her co-mrph!” Rayne had been speaking up until she started to say the word ‘cock’, when one had rather magically appeared in her mouth. She jerked and pushed against something neither Nay nor Whill could see, leaving both of them blinking and slack-jawed as they stared openly.

Rayne struggled for a moment, though she eventually gave up once the fabric behind her head pressed against it in the shape of a hand, pinning her to the shaft that began to thrust in and out of her mouth in quick, short, almost desperate bursts. Nay looked to Whill, but neither one of them had any idea of what was happening, and the other ‘denizens’ of their current prison knew, or they just weren’t offering any insight.

The cock shoved itself deep into the Sentinel Captain’s mouth and twitched, and the Wardens could see the Elf’s throat bulge and swallow. Whoever’s cock it was had obviously climaxed, forcing their cum down Rayne’s throat. When it finally pulled free and disappeared, Rayne fell to her knees and spat, coughing up thick white cum. She wiped her lips and let out a groan, slowly standing. Embarrassed that they’d let that happen, both Wardens quickly rushed to her side, helping Rayne stand. “Goddess, what happened?”

Rayne spat again before turning her gaze on the two. “As I was saying… We are in Lysneda’s underwear.” She seemed used to what had happened enough that she wasn’t make a bit deal out of it. “We are apparently in what she calls a ‘panty dimension’. Things work strangely here. Speak aloud a word, and if it exists in the dimension, it’s drawn to you. Or you to it. We’re not sure. That’s how you found us, I imagine.” When she saw that both of them looked confused, she gestured to the mage, Marsis. “Ask her, she can explain it better than I can.”

They turned to Marsis who let out a long suffering sigh and began to explain. “As mistress Wolfrunner so aptly demonstrated, even speaking about certain…” She gestured to the Warden’s groins, obviously having noticed their swollen condition, drawing the eyes of everyone else… including Rayne. “Objects can summon them to you. Our host uses this to her advantage. Whenever we mention her… object, it is placed into out mouth. She can then grab our head through the underwear and force us to … well, you saw it for yourselves.” When the two Wardens seemed even more confused than before she continued. “Space works differently here. There is really no ‘here’. We are wherever our host wants us to be, which happens to be inside of a pair of underwear she crafted. The magic is all very difficult to explain, so just imagine an endless room where our host can fuck you at any point if she thinks about it too hard. She is in control here, unless we ‘summon’ her…” She coughed slightly to stop herself from saying it. “Well, you know what I mean.”

Nay nodded, a little more magically-inclined than Whill was, though her sister followed suit quickly enough. “I think we get it. Thank you for explaining though. What about getting out?”

“Unless she removes the underwear, upon which point we will all come spilling out, we are trapped here until she releases us. She can do so by forcing us to suck her, and then using her grip on our head to pull us out. She can presumably get us out other ways, but that is the only way I have seen function personally.” Marsis continued to explain.

“Well how’d we all get here? She got me when I woke up to go to the bathroom. She was actually in the room we’d rented.” Whill frowned.

“Ah, yes. We’ve determined that she’s in cahoots with the Innkeeper. She offered you the suite, right?” Rayne frowned. Both Wardens nodded, upon which Rayne continued. “That used to be my room. There’s a secret passage that there are only two keys to. One of which I have. The other is in possession of the Innkeeper. She got me when I was getting out of bed.”

Whill looked to the two Sentinels, who explained. “She got me when I heard Rayne yelling from her room.” Avelraein spoke up first.

“I was able to fight back for a short time before she trapped me.” Rayne explained.

Tolrissa spoke up next. “I was on patrol outside of town. I guess I got too close to wherever she was hiding.”

Then they turned to the mage and the butcher. Niikara sighed. “I tried to haggle with her on the price of some meat she wanted to buy. She said it was for a Nightsaber. I told her that it was high quality meat so it would cost more. She grabbed me and next thing I knew I was here.”

Rayne spoke up. “She’s actually been here the longest beside myself. I think she spoiled Lysneda’s plans by being shoved down. We think” she gestured to the two Sentinels, the mage, and herself “That she was attempting to keep a low profile, but lost her temper when Niikara wouldn’t give her the price she wanted. She knew that I’d come looking for my citizen so she went after me next.”

“And that’s where I come in.” Marsis spoke up next. She straightened up a little before speaking. “Lysneda used to be my student. We worked on the enchantment that makes this possible together. I banished her from her fellow Highborne after I realized that she was not mentally stable, and was going to use the enchantment to trap her enemies and rivals in a pocket dimension for her own uses. Much like this one.” She gestured around herself. “She miscast a lust-inducing spell long ago, leaving her with an almost constant erection and over-active libido, but she resisted every attempt to cure it. I believe she created these panties as a way to always have someone to fu-ARUGH!” She yelped and suddenly jumped in place.

All the others jumped back as well, except Rayne and the two Wardens, who drew their weapons. The pink cloth around them caved in and grabbed Marsis by the hips as she suddenly began to rock back and forth, as if… “She’s f-fucking me!” The mage cried.

“Can’t we help?” Whill looked to Rayne, who shook her head.

“We’ve tried. You can’t touch the surface other than with your feet to stand on it. Try it.” She gestured to the pink stuff around them, always just out of reach. Nay and Whill both immediately tried to cut at the fabric, wiffed, and went through an odd in-space tumble. Their feet never left the ground, but they twisted around in the air until they ‘landed’ on their feet, looking thoroughly disoriented. “I know. It’s awful. That’s the first thing I tried when I got here.”

Whill and Nay leaned over, their hands on their knees, and panted for breath, though Nay looked very green like she might throw up. They slowly recovered and looked back to Marsis, who was still very much being copulated with. She groaned as the thrusts sped up, until she was jerked down hard onto Lysneda’s phantom cock. Her moans became ragged for a moment as her stomach bloated just a little around her midsection, and then she was back on her feet, panting for breath, the hands around her waist withdrawing to leave them ‘alone’ in the woman’s underwear again.

Marsis stood up and adjusted her hair, patting it down where it had been ruffled by her impromptu fucking, gathering herself back to a more proper state. “She captured me when I was going for my morning walk to clear my head and center myself. I believe I was her main goal. She wanted to catch me so she could do…” She shuddered. “That, every time she wanted. Revenge for banishing her all those years ago.” She panted slowly, catching her breath.

Whill frowned and gestured around them. “So there’s no way out?”

All the others shook their head. “None that we know of. We’ve tried everything, but unless she takes the underwear off or pulls us out herself we’re stuck.”

“Who did she pull out? You mentioned you saw someone.” Nay spoke up, looking at Marsis.

“The Innkeeper. That’s how we knew they’re working together. She must have accidentally pushed her in, because we heard something like ‘I’m sorry’ as she was pulled out.” Explained the mage. Rayne nodded, adding that she’d seen it too.

“What happened when she got pulled out?” Nay sat down, not realizing that she’d managed to do it until she looked down and was seated upon a rock. She shrugged it off though, remembering what had been said about calling things to themselves by acting upon it.

“An opening appeared above her head and we could see the Inn. I tried to jump out but I just fell, even though she had been standing next to me.” Rayne sighed.

Nay nodded, leaning over onto her hand to think. Whill frowned and glanced around. “We don’t even know what or who else is in here. Someone could have been shoved in first and never thought to come to us.”

“We can’t call them to us, either. They have to think about it.” Marsis added. “I’ve tried anything I could think of to bring Rayne back when she walked away, but it seems only the person who thinks of finding someone else can do it. We can’t bring them to ourselves.”

“So there could be a dragon in here an- AGH.” Whill suddenly ducked as something large and green appeared right next to her, and everyone around them took a few steps back. Niikara actually fell and twisted in the air. When she landed she was sick, which was one of the strangest things that Whill had ever seen (next to a dragon appearing out of thin air). She threw up, and Whill could actually see the vomit in her mouth, but it never appeared outside of it, not even on her lips. She wiped her mouth, though there wasn’t really anything to wipe and sat down on a rock that appeared just like Nay’s had.

Whillwind boggled at the large green lump next to her. It was definitely a dragon, scales, wings, crests and all, but it seemed to be sleeping. If it was a green, they might be in the Dream… She reached over and gently poked it, Nay doing much the same a few feet down the dragon’s side. Marsis stepped closer with an awed expression. “By the Goddess! I had theories about how dragons might be affected by the dimension’s magic… She may be our key to escaping! Surely the Flight’s magic would disrupt our futile enchantments…”

She gently poked the dragon’s snout, which seemed to wake her up. They all jumped back again (Except Niikara who was still seated and looking ill), as the dragon slowly woke and stood. She seemed about twenty feet long from her nose to the start of her tail, with another ten feet or so after that, standing about eight at the shoulder. She yawned loudly and stretched… and then seemed to notice everyone else. “By Ysera! There are others here! Mortals, how curious…”

Whill, Nay and everyone else was too stunned to answer for the moment, so the dragon peered around curiously at everyone. “Two Wardens, three Sentinels, a young woman who looks very ill, and I would assume a Highborne…?” She tilted her scaled head to the side and peered at all of them in turn, shuffling her wings in what looked like a shrug. “I suppose you are all captives of our ‘friend’, the pink-haired elf?”

Rayne was the first to speak, nodding her head. “Yes. I… how long have you been in here?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I would imagine nearly a year.” The others’ jaws dropped. “And, if you don’t mind…” She reached out and grabbed the Wardens, one in each hand. “I have not had a mate in a very long time.”

Both elves squeaked and squirmed in her gasp. “W-wait hang on! We just met!” It was a dumb excuse, but it was the first thing that sprung to Whill’s mind.

“Forgive me, but my balls are painful, and you are giving off the most scents of sex.” It seemed to be their swollen balls that were attracting her. “Now, please remove your coverings to grant me access.” The dragon rolled over until she was ‘sitting’, and all the elves present could see why she grabbed two elves. Two bright green shafts extended from the dragon’s midsection out of a fleshy vent in her scales, each one over two feet in length.

The two Wardens squirmed in her grip, but Nay was the first to relent. “Whill. WHILL.” She raised her voice when she saw her sister still struggling. “Whill, remember what mother used to tell us?”

“What?” That was enough to confuse her for a moment, making her stop squirming. “What about mother?” The dragon just waited, letting the two of them talk, the other elves standing around them not seeming to want to get between a dragon an it’s ‘mates’.

“Remember what she said when she spoke about having the Blue?” Nay offered, hoping her sister would remember.

“… Oh. You mean…” She considered it for a moment, then looked up at the Green with a sigh. “Our mother said that being mated by a dragon was an honor. She was taken by a blue and actually birthed an egg. One of the Flight came and collected it later.”

The dragon smiled a reptilian smile and slowly nodded her head. “I have been told many elves feel that way. Unfortunately I will not give you an egg. I am simply seeking relief.” She poked with her tail at a swell in her scales underneath where her cocks were extending from. “As you can see my balls have grown so large that I cannot actually extend my lengths fully.”

Whill’s eyes went wide as she gazed at the two-foot cocks. “That’s not all of them!?”

The dragon shook her head. “They are just under three feet fully extended. I was ‘blessed’ at birth with double the normal number of male reproductive organs. Now if you don’t mind…?” She poked with her tail at the little slit in the elves’ armor that was where she could access their pussies. “Your scents are making my situation quite painful. I assure you that you will not come to any harm, and you may well very much enjoy yourselves.”

Whill finally nodded, squirming a hand free (likely because the dragon had loosened her grip once Whill stopped struggling) to undo the little flap in her leather underarmor to give the dragon access. Nay had already done so while she was speaking, the eager little thing. Whill looked up as the dragon began to lower the two sisters onto herself. “Can we at least know your name?”

“Avranasonde. You may call me Avra, or Avranas.” She smiled down at the two elves. “I will place you upon me, but will you do the service of riding me yourselves? It will not be long, I promise you.”

Nay quickly nodded vigorously enough for the both of them. “Oh yes!” She practically purred, her legs squirming in the air in her excitement.

“Good” Avranas smiled, slowly lowering both elves onto her cocks, one on each. She let out a relieved sigh and slowly began to use the two like masturbation toys, a different stroke for each, Whill up and Nay down, her lengths twitching as they were encased in a womanly tunnel for the first time in over a year. “You elves do not know how good this feels… I will cum at the same time with both cocks, but it will be faster if you are both enthusiastic with your motions, dear elves…” She slowly laid back, releasing the two elves from her grasp, letting the two of them sink all the way down onto the dragon’s thick dicks, their armor bulging from the dragon’s massive size inside of them.

Nay squeaked in pleasure, her balls actually swelling another size. “You little slut!” Whill laughed, her voice breathless. “You already came?”

Nay slowly nodded, her hips rocking ever so softly back and forth as she adjusted to the dragon’s feet of cock inside of her. “Your fault. Teased me all night.” She let her eyes close as she began to ride the dragon’s cock in earnest.

Whill was a little less enthusiastic, at least at first, but she quickly gained inspiration. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Rayne Wolfrunner, legendary Sentinel Captain of Ashenvale forest, and an elf that Whill had had a crush on for most of her life, staring at Whill riding the dragon’s cock and adjusting a very large lump in her pants. It seemed the tales of the Sentinel Captain’s promiscuity were true, if she was packing a tool that large.

She quickly poured some enthusiasm into her actions, thinking that if she aroused Rayne enough she might get her own turn at the much-wanted woman. She moaned softly as she rode the dragon’s shaft, trying to keep pace with Nay. She turned herself enough that she could watch her sister, trying to adjust her timing to have both of them sliding up and down the slick shaft at the same time. Nay eventually got the hint and before long they were fucking the dragon in unison, riding up and down those two-foot dongs the entire way, taking them deep before almost pulling free again. Nay was living up to her reputation with her moans, her voice deep and lusty, aching for dragon cream. Whill was a little quieter, though not much, trying to put on a show for the Sentinel Captain who was starting to become a little more obviously aroused.

She saw in her peripheral vision that the two Sentinels were fucking each other, and Marsis was creeping closer to Niikara, who was starting to look recovered. She could imagine why, as dragon pheromones were legendary aphrodisiacs, able to turn the most strong-willed warrior into a quivering and willing pile of sex-craving elf. She was certainly beginning to feel like that herself as she ground atop and rode the dragon’s cock that was even now bulging her belly with it’s sheer size. She groaned as she rode that thick dragon shaft, her sex squeezing and milking around it’s girth, her cock throbbing angrily… She gasped as she realized that her cock was still tied off with the knot and started to try to untie it to allow herself to cum, but Avranas chose that very moment to begin to buck her hips and thrust up into the elves, moaning out loudly in her low draconic voice, her cocks throbbing inside of the elves. Too late… Whill realized at the last moment, her head going down as she felt that first shot of dragon seed slam into her belly. The dragon’s cocks were apparently knotted as she felt something large slam into her sex, and the dragon’s arms wrapped around her and Nay. She let her head fall back as the dragon shoved down hard, driving that thick knot into the elf’s stretched sex, which quickly swelled and locked them together. Nay and Whill cried out in unison in the throes of blissful agony as the dragon’s full load unleashed itself within them. Whill could actually feel the dragon’s bulging balls shrinking even as her own stomach swelled. Her armor creaked, groaned, and began to give way, the leather’s stitching stretching and popping as the thread gave up the fight against the relentless pressure. She saw Nay’s armor split around her stomach a few moments before her own gave way and her swelling redoubled in speed. Her own orgasm felt like an afterthought against the flood of seed she felt bloating her own stomach.

She didn’t know when the dragon’s orgasm ended, or when she’d passed out, but she felt someone fanning her face as she lay on the ground. Whill opened her eyes slowly, fluttering her eyelids as she let them adjust to the light. “How long have I been out?” She groaned as she tried to sit up, only realizing that her stomach was far too big for that.

Rayne’s voice met her a few moments before her eyes adjusted enough to see the elf for herself. “You’ve been out about an hour. Avranas disappeared after she was done with you and your sister. She said she’d be back if she needed us again.”

Whill groaned and sat back onto the ground, letting out a long sigh. “Well there goes our chance to talk to her about escaping…”

Rayne smiled. “O ye of little faith…” She let out a little laugh. “Marsis and I spoke to her before she left. Once Marsis was finished with Niikara of course. She must have enchanted herself, because the poor elf looks almost as bad as you two.”

Whill chuckled and looked around, trying to see where Nay was. “Where’s my sister?”

“Oh, she’s above… or, behind you. However space works in this place. She’s over there.” Rayne pointed in a direction that was both above Whill’s head and behind her at the same time, and Whill just nodded. “That was quite the display there. I’m jealous.” Rayne smirked, and Whill realized that the Captain’s shaft was still rock hard beneath her armor. Rayne looked down and then back at Whill. “You noticed, huh? My Sentinels took each other and Marsis took the butcher, so I didn’t want to intrude. I thought maybe-“

“Yes. Goddess yes.” Whill reached up, taking Rayne’s head in her hands and dragged the Captain down atop herself with a will, tugging her close and taking her lips in a deep kiss, drawing a quiet ‘eep’ from the Sentinel Captain before she sank into the kiss. She tasted Rayne’s tongue on her lips and opened her mouth, accepting the Captain’s tongue between her plush pillows.

Rayne let out a quiet growl and pushed harder, her hands clutching to the Warden’s neck as she sank deeper into the kiss, locking their lips against one another with a soft smacking sound, and Whill could feel the Captain’s cock pressing against her stomach.

“C-captain…” Whill tried to speak.

“Shut up.” Rayne breathed against her lips, biting gently on the Warden’s own.

“B-but Captain-“ Whill tried again.

“I said shut the fuck up.” Rayne captured Whill’s lips with her own again, her fingers closing almost a little too tightly around Whill’s throat, cutting off the Warden’s speech mid sentence. She ground her shaft against the Warden’s busted armor, actually dry-humping Whill’s side.

Unable to talk and barely able to breathe between Rayne’s hands and her hungry kiss, Whill’s hands had to pick up the slack. With practiced fingers that had perfected their art on Nay’s outfits for many years, Whill swiftly undressed the Sentinel Captain until she could feel the woman’s shaft spring free, and realized that the legends about her hadn’t exaggerated nearly enough. The woman’s cock could almost put the dragon to shame, almost as long but quite a bit thicker, and Whill knew immediately that she wanted it inside of her. She let out a growl of her own and shoved Rayne onto her back, clambering atop the woman’s hips despite her massive stomach. She didn’t let Rayne get a word in edgeways as she slammed back into their kiss so hard she felt her lip split on the Captain’s teeth. Her hips ground against the woman’s shaft as she rode her blind for a moment, just wanting to feel the woman’s thickness against her lips.

But soon enough both of them tired of that as Rayne grabbed Whill’s shoulders and slammed her into the wall that she hadn’t known was there so hard that she saw stars dancing around her eyes, and then the Captain’s lips were on her own again. She felt Rayne’s cock between her legs a moment before it lanced up into her insides, drawing a hard moan from the Warden as the Captain spared no effort to shove her cock as deeply as the Warden could take it, which, considering that she’d just had a dragon, was all the way. Whill ground her sex into the Captain’s cock as heavily as she could, actually feeling their pelvises connect with each other for a moment of brief pain before Rayne slammed back home into the Warden’s slit.

They seemed content with this position for now as Rayne lifted Whill from the ‘ground’, belly and all. She raised the elf before dropping her down onto her thick tool, thrusting up as she fell to really slam that cock deep into her snatch. She let out a moan as Rayne’s cock forced her cervix to dilate enough that some of the dragon’s cum flooded out, but much like Niikara earlier the cum simply disappeared into the air. She moaned loudly as she ground herself against the dragon’s shaft, her hands wrapped around Rayne’s neck to hold the Captain tight. The Sentinel pressed her face against Whill’s breasts and took a nipple into her mouth, biting softly and nibbling after, licking the hard nub as she pounded Whill silly.

Rayne groaned as she fucked Whill against the wall, and a few moments later Whill felt herself on her back with Rayne atop her, her cock being drawn out to bring with it another flood of the dragon’s seed, her stomach slowly deflating. “Rrrrgh… I’m going to fuck you so hard your belly will empty of that lizard’s cum…” She slammed home, drawing a loud moan from the Warden and another gush of seed, Rayne actually pressing down on Whill’s swollen stomach. “And I’m going to fill it with my cum…” She growled like an animal mating it’s conquest, like a Nightsaber taking the loser of a fight. “And you’re going to have my child, and then I’m going to fuck your rrrngh… I’m going to fuck your sister, Warden Whillwind…” She slammed her cock home, again, pushing another torrent of dragonseed free. “And I’m going to get her pregnant too.”

She pulled Whill’s hips up into the air and held her there, giving her a better angle to slam her hips into the Warden’s, and Whill was almost certain she was going to bruise. “I’m going to get you two transferred to Ashenvale…” There was possessive glint in the Captain’s eye. “You’re going to be my little cocksleeves. How do you feel about that, Whillwind? Hm?” She thrust her cock into the elf with every single word, slamming her against the ‘ground’, driving her length home. “You’re going to have my babies, you’re going to give me heirs!” She crooned to the pink-tinted sky as she arched her back and let loose with her orgasm, Whill’s belly only marginally filled with dragon cum, the Captain unable to hold herself back enough that she could get her completely empty. She bucked her hips forward every few spurts and sure enough Whill’s stomach began to swell again, drawing moan after moan from the Warden’s throat. Rayne took hold of Whill’s cock, freed by her armor’s exploding, and was going to jerk it to orgasm when she noticed the little knot tied around it and she grinned evilly. “Ooooh~ Someone tied herself off for me? I see how it is… Well then I want you to cum, Whillwind.”

She leaned herself over the elf’s stomach, her newly-bloated belly that sloshed back and forth as she moved, and let out a deep, feline purr. “I want you to cum so hard and so much that your body can’t take it and your balls burst. I want your cum to come flying out. I know that you can’t cover me with it, but we’ll just have to try again once we’re freed…” She took Whill’s cock in both hands, pulling her own free to smear her cum across the Warden’s length. Any that dripped from her length simply disappeared, but what stuck to her skin to rub off onto Whillwind’s remained behind, long enough for Rayne to smear it across Whill’s tied cock. Once it was properly lubricated she wasted zero time in stroking Whill’s cock as quickly as she could, wanting the Warden to blow her load (literally) as quickly as she could.

Whill knew she couldn’t take much of this, as she’d been teased all night and the constant arousal had driven her balls almost to capacity already, and all the sex she’d had since then was proving far too much for her body. She heard Nay’s gasping voice and turned her head while Rayne went to town on her cock, even sucking it between her lips, to see what her sister was doing. Nay had turned herself so that she could watch them and was stroking her own cock so fast her hand was a blur, her balls massively swollen and visibly straining, the skin looking taut. Whill realized what Nay was doing a moment before it happened, arriving at the same conclusion that Rayne had.

Nay’s back arched and she screamed loud enough that even Rayne stopped molesting Whill long enough to look, her balls finally reaching their limit. She gave one last stroke and ‘thrust’ into her hands as her balls gave way and the young Warden was surrounded in a plume of white. Whill gaped openly even as she felt her own orgasm hit, her cock spasming in Rayne’s grip, and she even felt the Sentinel Captain’s length jerking again. She’d gotten off just from watching Nay’s balls go! And Nay herself was practically a miracle, as she’d released so much cum so fast that the panties’ magic had a hard time getting rid of it, and by the time she was visible again she was covered in her own slimy cum, and passed out cold on the ground, a blissed out look on her face.

A jerk on her cock drew Whill back to Rayne, who was inches from the Warden’s face. “See that, Whill? That’s you in a few minutes.” Her hand was still pumping the Warden’s cock, licking her lips. “I want to see you blow, pet. I want to watch you cum so hard your body can’t take it… I want it so bad, Whill…” She stroked the Warden’s cock faster, using both hands, stroking them up and down and then one up and one down to meet each other in the middle. “Cum for me, my pet. Cum for me Whill… Come on, you can do it, cum Whillwind… cum…” She leaned closer, nibbling gently on the Warden’s ear… “Cum my Whill…”

The Warden’s over-pleasured body couldn’t take it any longer and her back arched in a mirror of her sister only moments before. She let loose a loud cry that quickly turned into an agonizingly pleasured scream as she felt her balls grow taut as they filled past their limit with cum, their pressure building as they started to give way… She felt an explosion of pleasure from her crotch and heard Rayne scream in sympathetic orgasm before her world went black from blissful overload.

She woke again what felt like only a few moments later, though when she tried to sit up she found her stomach was still far too big. She blinked and looked over to her left after feeling her hand brush something and saw her sister at her side, looking almost exactly like Whill- covered in white from their ball-gasm-splosion and with a massively swollen stomach. She looked to her right and saw Rayne sitting on a rock with her legs crossed, grinning at both of them, her armor gone and her cock hanging from her lap. “Oooh, looks like my girls are awake…” She stood and strode over to the two of them, rubbing her fingers along Whill’s cheek. “I took the liberty of fucking you again while you slept, and your sister twice. I hope you don’t mind.” She giggled quietly as she sat down on the rock at Whill’s side, though her face quickly grew serious.

“We think we’ve figured out how to escape. Marsis got the idea after mulling it over for a couple hours while you two-“

Whillwind raised her hand to stop Rayne, who blinked. “Whoa. A few hours? How long were we out?”

Rayne looked up into the sky to think. “I … think four? I’m pretty sure. Maybe five.”

Whill blinked and let out a little squeak. “Damn. That was some orgasm Rayne…”

The Captain laughed softly. “Believe me, I am fully aware.” She leaned over and placed another kiss on the Warden’s lips. “I realize I may have spoken rashly while I was fucking you, lust and all that. But I am going to request a transfer for the two of you. At least temporarily. I’ve stuffed enough cum up both your wombs that I wouldn’t be surprised if you both bore twins.”

Whill nodded, then motioned for Rayne to come closer. The Sentinel leaned over, tilting her head toward Whill, who whispered. “I am totally okay with that. I’ve had a crush on you since I was little.” She pulled away, her face a dark purple, while Rayne sat up again and grinned benevolently.

“I’m actually glad to hear that. I think I vaguely remember your visit, but we should be more concerned about the present.” When Whill nodded agreement, Rayne continued. “Here is what we think might work. The dragon mentioned that she felt like she could escape if the bond between this ‘world’ and the outside world were strong enough, which she says would likely only happen if the panties were pulled away from the elf’s body for long enough. Probably if she was taking someone in who struggled long enough. Another suggestion was if we could get her to pull them down, since they’re not technically on she felt she could likely escape then, and let the rest of us out.”

Whill considered for a moment, weighing her words before continuing. “I don’t really like those options. You never know when a dragon will care only for themselves. She may leave us here, we’re not her pets and she has no bond to us.”

Rayne nodded. “I had considered that as well.”

“So why would she be able to escape?” Whill still didn’t understand this part, and was curious. “Why does the magic of this place affect her differently?”

“Marsis has come to the conclusion that because the dragon is not an elf, she is not bound so strongly to this place’s magic, and so can do things or be affected in ways that we cannot. That’s how you summoned her by simply wishing for her to be here.”

Whill nodded after Rayne spoke, considering it, and was going to offer another question before her mouth froze. Rayne leaned closer and looked at her oddly. “I know that look. What are you thinking?”

Whill shut her mouth and thought about her idea some more before she looked to Rayne. “You may not like this…”

Rayne shrugged. “I don’t like it here.” She gestured around them. “Get us free and I’m pretty sure that I’ll accept whatever it is.”

Whill nodded, reassured before continuing. “My sister and I have a spell cast upon us. If we’re covered in enough cum we can actually turn into it. The only problem is… We can’t cover ourselves in cum here. Unless…” She gulped quietly. “We use the hippogryph method.”

Rayne began to ask what that was before her eyes lit up in recognition, and then confusion, and then recognition again before they finally settled upon being confused. “How?”

“Well… I know how to do it. And Nay knows what to do inside. But here’s a few problems… Nay will not be able to have your child. She’s not really going to be a full elf any longer.” Whill winced as Rayne’s face darkened.

“Explain yourself, pet.” She almost growled.

“I, er… we…” She gulped as she gazed into the Captain’s angered eyes. “The spell, it allows us to turn into a ‘cum’ form of ourselves. We’ve used it to infiltrate places before. It’s a transmutation spell. The problem is that if we stay like that for longer than six hours… we start to actually become cum. We… don’t know what happens when we do that, but it might be our only chance other than relying on the dragon.”

Rayne seethed for a moment, not answering for a tense few moments. “Alright, fine. But you’re going to make up for your sister. How does your idea get us out though?”

Whill gulped. “Well, when we’re in our cum form we’re actually able to keep people from orgasming. If Nay gets into Lysneda’s … you know… somehow, she can keep her from orgasming. From what we know of her, she won’t stand for that for long, and she’ll have to get herself off.”

“She can’t stick her own hand in here or she’ll be trapped. And Nay can’t turn into cum in here, she’ll vanish like the rest of it. And we don’t know if that’s destroyed or what. We can’t risk it.” Rayne shook her head. “We can’t do this.”

Whill grabbed Rayne’s hand and held it for a moment, the Captain trying to pull herself free with a growl. “Rayne! Please, listen…” She held on while the Captain settled down and took her seat, not looking happy about it. “She’ll take the cum form inside of me. I’ll call Lysneda’s… thing, and force her to fuck my cock. I’ll cum Nay into her. Nay can block her from within. She’ll have to pull them down to get herself off. Nay can vaguely influence her thoughts when inside of her body, she’ll keep the Highborne from trying to fuck one of us and make us take Nay. She’ll pull down the panties to cum, the dragon will escape, and in the confusion Nay will squirt herself free and yank the panties off, freeing all of us. Does Avranas know not to immediately fry Lysneda?”

Rayne mulled over Whill’s words before nodding along. “I don’t like this idea. It’s too complicated. But it’s all we’ve got.” She let out a sigh. “Yes, the dragon knows not to fry the elf. For one thing, if she dies the spell deactivates and we all die here. Two, she knows Wardens try to take in their targets alive.”

Whill nodded and let out a sigh. “I’ll… I’ll bear three children for you to make up for this Rayne. I promise.”

Rayne leaned down and nipped Whill’s swollen busted lip, drawing a quiet whine from the Warden, before she kissed her softly and nodded. “You fucking better.”

Rayne reached across Whill and woke Nay, leaving Whill alone to her thoughts while Rayne explained their plan to Whill’s sister. Whill knew that if this plan didn’t work, not only would Rayne lose a potential child but Whill could lose her beautiful sister. And that would truly be a tragedy.

Whill was lost in her thoughts until Rayne sat back at Whill’s side and nodded. “We’re ready then, Whill. This better work, Warden.” It was Rayne’s last warning before she pushed to her feet and walked away to inform the others what was happening. The sisters didn’t need her for this anyway.

Whill turned to Nay, who was watching her sister with large, worried eyes. “Are you sure Whill? This could go wrong so many ways.”

“It’s all we have, Nay. You have to pull this off. If you can’t do this we have to rely on the dragon. You know how fickle they can be.”

Nay nodded with a quiet sigh. “I know, Whill. I’m ready when you are.” She adjusted herself at Whill’s cocktip, and slowly worked the knot loose. It was covered in cream and pre, and eventually she gave up and gingerly bit the thread free, making sure not to harm her sister’s length. She gave Whill’s cocktip a gentle kiss and then took a deep breath. “Let’s do this.”

Whill nodded and shut her eyes, slowly working on relaxing herself. She concentrated for a moment on relaxing, letting herself drift free, before she spoke quietly to Nay. “Alright, sister… In.” She let her head fall back against the ground as she felt Nay’s head push against her cocktip, her tongue slipping in the tongue her slit and begin to stretch the small channel. Whill could feel her length loosening slowly as her sister licked and teased, and she felt the skin begin to stretch, Nay starting to force herself within. It took long moments between stretches and pushes, but Nay began to work her way inside. First her face, then her head, then her neck… Her shoulders were the hardest part, requiring both Nay to push and Whill to pull. Whill could feel her sister slowly pushing into her body, see her sack distending and swelling as more and more of her sister forced her way inside. Her length stretched out to almost two feet and swelled as thick as it needed to in order to take in her sister. Her shoulders, her large breasts, her hips. They continued to work her inside, her cock actually starting to make quiet slurping sounds as Whill slowly figured out how to get her length to help.

Just before Nay’s feet disappeared into her length Whill stopped and held her sister outside of her cock. “Nay?”

She waited for a moment, then heard a muffled “Yes?” from inside her cock, and she let out a quiet sigh.

“I love you Nay. If this goes bad…” She bit her lip.

Nay spoke up quietly. “I know, sister. It won’t go bad. I won’t leave you that easily. Now let’s do this.”

Whill closed her eyes, slowly nodding her head, and released her sister’s feet. The pressure that her cock had been building while she held Nay’s feet sucked them in the rest of the way almost instantly, drawing her sister into her balls. She stroked herself a few times to work up a bit of cum for Nay to use, and felt her sister rolling and squirming about to coat herself in Whill’s seed.

Rayne returned a moment later, giving Whill’s balls a grim look before sitting down at the Warden’s side. “I’ll be here with you.”

Whill nodded as she felt Nay activate the spell and slowly melt down into more of her cream. The spell turned whoever activated it into the cum that they were covered in. In this case Whill’s cum, but in other times it had been demon, other elves’, animal, or even one time it had been dragon’s cum. Whill reached out and took Rayne’s hand in her own, giving it a gentle little squeeze, which the Captain returned. “Make sure she’s safe?”

Whill frowned just a bit. “She’s melted down, Captain… She won’t be able to speak again. Unless…” She bit her lip, and Rayne gestured for her to continue. “The woman we got this spell from told us about one other person who had remained cum for too long. They had turned into a sort of… ‘cum elemental’. The person whose cum they were could control them, but the cum-person could also control that person if they were inside. They could communicate telepathically, and the cum-person could even resume a normal shape, coloring, mostly-normal life. I… really hope that this happens for Nay too.”

Rayne nodded, letting out a little sigh. “I hope so too. I would hate to lose someone because the plan went wrong. Even if it’s just about our only chance.”

Whill nodded, a hand reaching down to gently squeeze her balls. She felt a little squeeze back and smiled. “She should be fine. She responded, so now all we can do is wait…”

Rayne frowned a little and looked at Whill. “Why does she have to wait out all six hours?”

Whill bit her lip. “Because until those six hours are up, you still read as a ‘person’ to spells. We were caught that way. If Lysneda has any spells that could detect Nay…”

“Then we’d be caught almost immediately. I understand.” She frowned, looking down at Whill’s balls. “I still don’t like this.”

“Me either, Rayne…” Whill gave the Captain’s hand another squeeze.

The hours passed by slowly as they waited, making small talk. Rayne told Whill about her childhood growing up in Ashenvale, her parents, jobs she’d taken and coming up through the Sentinels. Whill shared stories about her and Nay escaping the rising floodwaters in an area of Azshara that was just east of what was now the shore while on a mission for the Wardens. She told Rayne of their childhood, when they joined the Wardens together, fighting in the War. Near the end of the six hours she actually felt more than childish infatuation or simple lust growing for Rayne. She was feeling a real connection to the Captain.

She could feel something else growing over time, some sort of presence in her head. It began to strengthen after the six hours had passed. It was familiar, and at the same time alien, like herself, but someone else. She gave her balls a fondle after an extra half hour had passed… but didn’t feel anything back. She gave a worried look to Rayne and closed her eyes, reaching for the presence in her head. “… Nay?”

There was nothing back for a long, agonizing moment, and then Whill felt Nay speak in her mind. “Whill!” Nay’s voice was weak, like she was far away. “Sister, the change near the end took a lot out of me. I’m so… so hungry….” Nay let out a quiet groan. “I’m so tired sister, I need your help…” Her voice began to trail off, leaving Whill worried.

“She says she’s hungry. She’s tired. I think something went wrong.” Her voice was a higher pitch than it should have been, worry for her sister bleeding over into her tone. “What would she eat? Do we have any food?”

Rayne’s hand clenched tightly around Whill’s in worry. “Goddess… what would she even…” Rayne’s face stilled and she glanced to the other elf. “Spread your legs.”

Whill looked to Rayne and let out a squeak. “How can you think of sex in a time like-“ She was silenced abruptly as Rayne slapped her across the face with a growl, the Captain wrenching Whill’s legs apart.

“I said spread your legs, damnit.” She brought her fat cock to bear against Whill’s own stretched length. “She’s made of cum. What do you think she eats?”

Whill blinked before the realization set in, and she quickly began to nod. “Well what are you waiting for!?” She all but yanked the Captain closer, her length already getting hard as she imagined what Rayne was going to do.

The Sentinel must have felt the same way, as her large, fat cock was stiffening as she pumped it with her hands. “You better be ready to take this. We’re not wasting any time.”

Whill nodded and tried to sink down into that calming feeling again to allow her body to stretch the way it needed, but Rayne didn’t give her much time. Nay having slid into her cock helped, but she still felt a wince of pain as the Captain’s thick length shoved inside, forcing it’s way deep into Whill’s length. She arched her back with a gasp as she felt it forced into her own cock, and she looked up to actually see Rayne’s cock stretching hers, the outline clearly visible as it sank. “G-goddess Rayne…”

Whill let her eyes close and her head fall back as the Captain began to pump her hips, her hands holding Whill’s cock in place to allow her to fuck it more readily. She pulled Nay’s presence back to her, a spike of fear hitting her as she realized just how much weaker it was after that short time. “Nay! Nay, Rayne figured out a way to feed you, just hold on sister…”

She barely heard the soft “Mhm…” that Nay offered back, and Whill let out a quiet squeak.

“Rayne! Hurry, please, she’s so weak…” Whill took her fingers into her mouth, gently chewing them as Rayne fucked away at her length. “Cum quickly Rayne please…”

Rayne growled as she looked up to Whill. “Maybe if you helped this would go a little faster?” Her face grew dark as she continued, her hips jerking and slapping against Whill’s, her cock sliding in and out of Whill’s own. The elf gasped and nodded, quickly beginning to work her own cock against the Captain’s, slipping up as Rayne’s plunged down, and before long both of them were moaning. Rayne’s length began to throb inside of Whill’s, her hands actually rubbing her cock through the Warden’s. “N-nrrgh. Not holding back, Warden… Get ready…” Whill almost couldn’t tell if Rayne was talking to her or Nay, and the Captain plunged forward with a loud cry of pleasure, her cock twitching and spasming as it unleashed itself into Whill’s balls, the bloated orbs quickly swelling.

Whill reached for Nay’s presence in her mind and dragged her back from what felt like an edge, holding her tight. “Food is coming Nay!” She could feel her sister flicker and then almost go dark, making her heart stop, before Rayne’s flood of cum splashed into Whill’s balls. Almost immediately Nay’s presence in Whill’s mind brightened and flared, and she heard her sister let out a squeak of surprise and happiness. Nay’s presence quickly grew and strengthened as Whill’s balls swelled with Rayne’s nurturing seed, the Captain collapsing atop Whill as her orgasm ended.

Whill let out a happy laugh and hugged Rayne tightly as the Sentinel fell atop her, gently kissing her cheek. “You just kind of had a kid with me, Rayne. I only owe you two now, right?”

Rayne growled and turned her smoldering gaze on the Warden. “Fuck no. Three children.” She pulled Whill’s lips into another deep kiss, letting Nay ‘eat’ while they lay together, Rayne’s cock still buried in Whill’s own.

It was maybe another hour before they pulled away from each other, and that was only because Marsis and the others interrupted them. “Um… Rayne? Whill? Any progress?” Marsis’s eyes went to Whill’s oversized balls and deduced much, but she didn’t say anything.

Rayne stood and tugged her cock free of Whill’s with a wet squelch, leaving the Warden shuddering. “Yes. We’re almost ready. We just have to call…” She gestured generically ‘up’ toward the pink sky.

Marsis nodded. “It’s been a while since she fucked me so she’ll likely be antsy. How is this going to work?”

“Whill there is going to call her and then force Lysneda into her own length. Her sister, who is now… a ‘cum elemental’, I guess, is going to surge up into her. The added pressure, plus some ‘interference’ from Nay is going to force her to do something drastic. That’s where we strike.”

Marsis nodded, biting her bottom lip. “I see. I just hope this works.”

“We all do, ambassador.” Whillwind sighed and stood, a bit disoriented for a moment after laying down for so long.

She took a deep breath and looked upward. “I sure hope Lysneda’s cock do-rmph!” Just like before when Rayne’d done it by accident, Whill’s mouth was filled with elven cock. But this time they had a plan. Before the mage outside could react Whill pulled the cock free, keeping a tight grip on it, and plunged it into the pre-stretched cock that Rayne had only so recently vacated. There was a quiet ‘ooh~!’ that echoed around them, and Whill felt the woman’s hands on her back, the pink fabric gripping her ass to shove that cock home. She reached into her mind to find Nay, and told her it was time. “Now Nay!”

Nay growled in Whill’s head and surged into Lysneda’s cock, a visible bloat that passed up between them almost all at once, and suddenly Whill couldn’t feel Nay any more. “She’s gone!” She let out a frightened moan, and almost at the same moment the cock disappeared from hers with a distant scream from above, followed by silence.

Whill looked at Rayne, her mouth open in fear, when they felt their prison shuffle. They all looked up to the sky, and at almost the same moment realized that it had just gotten much brighter. Then several things seemed to happen all at once. There was a loud wooshing sound followed by a louder, closer scream of abject terror, and then Whill felt herself launch into space.

She landed with a loud ‘thunk’ on something wooden, and she wanted to let out a yell of joy, but for the moment it was precluded by a cry of pain as she landed on her arm awkwardly. There was a jumble of motion and violence around her, and she quickly righted herself. Rayne had come out better and was already atop the mage Lysneda with a feral growl of rage. Whill joined her right at her side, restraining the mage. She felt the Highborne trying to cast a spell and activated defenses of her own. The first spell hit Rayne, scorching her shoulder, but the second that hit Whillwind was the Highborne’s undoing.

It was like all of her magical power drained into the Warden all at once, Whill’s wards siphoning Lysneda’s energy away, leaving her weak and powerless. She let out a loud “Nooooooooooooo!” before Rayne’s fist connected with her face accompanied by an audible ‘crack’, knocking the Highborne out cold.

Rayne spat, the glob landing on the Highborne’s chest. “Bitch.”

Whill released the woman and motioned for everyone to get back, noticing that the other two Sentinels had weapons pointed at the Highborne. She motioned for them to get away and cast another spell, this one binding Lysneda’s hands, feet and mouth in glowing, soft blue light. Rayne let out a little gasp. “You use Elune’s magic?”

The Warden nodded with a grim look. “It is how we control demons and other criminals like Lysneda.” She hauled the woman upright. “Now where’s…”

She looked to the puddle on the floor in the corner of the room, off white and still. Her voice broke for a moment. “N-nay…?”

Whillwind’s eyes began to fill with tears as she looked upon the puddle, but her waterworks were cut short as it bubbled and slowly rose, her sister’s body reforming out of the creamy liquid(Though naked). “Nay!” Whill jumped for joy and would have hugged her sister tight if she wasn’t holding onto their captive.

Rayne grinned and clapped an arm around Whillwind’s shoulder, drawing her into a tight kiss. “Let’s get this bitch sent off to the Barrows.” Whill couldn’t agree more, and was about to say so, when she felt Rayne’s lips on her own again. “Shut the fuck up, Warden.” Rayne’s voice was soft, almost tender, as she pressed into a third kiss and led Whillwind from the room.

They were joined shortly after by Nay, who had managed to reform herself into a more elf-like body, complete with armor. She smiled brightly as she watched both Rayne and Whill kiss, and stole a single peck from each of them. “I’m so happy that worked! And you found a new mate, Whill.” Her eyes twinkled with happy mischief.

“I may have, pet, but that does not mean I’m done with you.” Whill leaned over to nibble gently at her sister’s neck, noting an odd salty taste to her skin, which elicited a husky giggle from her sister. She put her arms over both Rayne’s and Nay’s shoulders, holding the two elves to her. “What do you say we three go… enjoy ourselves, hm?” She smirked, and Rayne and Nay both nodded.

“That seems like a wonderful idea.”

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Pub: 19 Dec 2021 22:23 UTC
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