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“You’re serious? We’re lost?” Ellivieve sighed, rubbing her fingers forcefully against her pale temples while the fussy little imp by her side chattered and danced impatiently. “Deadmines was nowhere near this much of a hassle.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll find the last of these snake druid idiots,” the group’s monk spoke up, a kaldorei by the name of Marastaris - better known after a few tongue-tied moments as just Mara. “I mean... if I can... wow this map is seriously useless, right?”

“Utterly,” Elli replied, the warlock sighing and flopping down onto the cool, mossy earth of the Wailing Caverns.

“At least it’s kinda nice, right?” a third voice popped up, the healer of the group - a young quel’dorei priestess by the name of Aloradelle. “I mean, I don’t think I’d build a summer home here or anything, but if we laid out some blankets or whatever...” the high elf furrowed her brow, putting her hands on her slender hips and looking around the dank, if relatively verdant, cave system. “It’s at least nice enough to take a little rest while we figure out where the last serpent lord is.”

“I don’t have a blanket, but we could always lay some cloaks down,” Luasha said with a helpful smile, readily removing her own and laying it across the cold ground, making it somewhat more hospitable, if maybe not noticeably. “Sweetheart, lay yours down too.”

A grumpy frown and a huffed “Mooooom” came from the last - and youngest - member of the group, followed by disgruntled compliance. A shaman in her mother’s footsteps, Nianei’s soft blue skin and ocean-blue twintails were both a few shades lighter than those of her mother. It was her unusually slim figure that created such a contrast between the two draenei, as Luasha was... well, anything but waifish.

The group was an unlikely one, but an efficient one, questing their way through the Cataclysm-torn world of Azeroth as a loosely-functioning team. Mara, the monk, held the front lines, dutifully healed by Alora, the priest. Elli the warlock (not to mention her array of nefarious pets), and Lua and Nia, the pair of shamans, used that synergy to burn opponents to the ground. A well-oiled machine... and one that, every once in a while, needed some oil of a different kind.

“Can anyone please take a look at this map that isn’t me? They all seem to overlap over each other, and all these stupid caves, and... I honestly think there’s a spot where we’re supposed to jump?” Mara sighed in exasperation, tossing the map towards Ellivieve, who caught it with a grunt and a glare. “I don’t fucking know. I thought I’d been here before, clearly I haven’t been.”

The raven-haired human turned her attention to the map, turning it this way and that as she tried to make sense of it. Meanwhile, Mara flopped herself down onto the soft, if thin, layer of cloaks with a huff. “I need a drink.” Sighing, the night elf unbound the small ponytail holding her shaggy, forest-green locks loosely in place, then leaned forward nimbly to unfasten her sandals and toss them aside. “Ugh. And a footrub.”

“Worn out from a little adventuring, Mara?” Nia said with a challenging smirk, trying to idly shake her mother’s light preening away as she teased the night elf. “Anything else you want with that footrub? A cushion to rest those long legs of yours on?” She wasn’t lying about the legs - Mara was known for her legs. Well, and her firm, rippling belly. And, for people who knew her really well, a certain something else.

“Well, while you’re offering, a blowjob would be amazing,” the night elf quipped back, stretching out and laying back, clicking her neck from side to side as she laid her head down in Luasha’s lap, closing her soft silver eyes for a moment. She hadn’t been expecting any kind of serious reply, of course - the statement was meant to be a joke, nothing more.

“If I suck your dick you’re gonna have to give me a proper turn with it,” came the lightly giggling voice of Alora, who had mostly been quiet up until now, scurrying around the immediate area and plucking all the serpentbloom flowers she could find before any of the other girls could find them. The high elf strutted over, posing cutely for a moment with one hand on her slim hip, one blonde brow arched in a playfully challenging expression. “Well? You gonna whip it out or not, tough guy?”

“I- erm, I mean, I...” Mara blinked, eyes snapping open wide as she stammered to find a decent reply. “I didn’t think you’d....”

“Well I did,” the priestess giggled. “I’ve seen that thing when you shower. If you’re offering to let me take a crack at it, then whip it out.”

There was a jeer of excitement and laughter from Ellivieve’s pet imp, the name of which not even the warlock had fallen so low as to actually learn. “There’s... I mean, people are watching, Alora, even if I was going to, I-”

“I wanna see!” Nia squeaked, sitting up and crawling over her mom’s shoulder to look down at the prone monk, her eyes wide with excitement. Not even an admonishing hiss and swat from Luasha could curb the girl’s enthusiasm, biting her lip and watching intently now. “Don’t mind me at all!”

“I don’t care who’s dick gets sucked,” Elli grunted, still trying to figure out the map - this time actually starting to scope out the area around her to figure out where they were now in proportion to where they were supposed to be.

Alora grinned widely, cocking one hip out to the side playfully. “The people have spoken.”

“Luasha didn’t speak!” Mara attempted one last time - though her body was beginning to betray itself, a truly remarkable tent swelling in the brewmaster’s loose, dark trousers. “What if she, um...?”

“If Nia doesn’t mind, then... I don’t think I’ll be too upset,” the older draenei said, looking away a little to hide her blush and small smirk. “And you could use some time to relax, sweetheart,” she continued. “You’ve been doing a very good job leading the team. If you’d like, I can pour you some of that stuff you keep around with you. It’s wine, right?”

The night elf blinked, almost dizzied from the sudden turn of events but finding more and more that - besides some general awkwardness - she had no palpable reason to deny Alora what she so obviously wanted. Sighing, she flopped back again, laying her head in Lua’s lap and cooing as she felt herself squish into those soft thighs. Hooking one thumb into the waistband of her pants, she started to gradually tug them downwards, meeting more resistance than she expected as her engorged (and admittedly, massive) elven girlcock struggled to escape the confines of the black fabric. Finally, all at once, the thing popped outward and flopped down onto the rippling iron surface of Mara’s abs. “There? You happy?” she said, looking away awkwardly from the priestess, who’s eyes and smile both widened with delight at the sight of the big, pale pink, gently throbbing member.

“Ecstatic,” Aloradelle purred, chewing her lip and kneeling down in front of the massive shaft, her big blue eyes fixated on it.

“By the Naaru,” Nia mouthed, reaching around sneakily to tug up the form-fitting hem of Mara’s bellyshirt, freeing one of the night elf’s firm pink tits. “It’s so big. Even bigger than mom’s-”

“Nia!!”

“Well, it is,” the younger draenei giggled, eyes still fixated.

“I suppose I won’t be needing this,” Alora cooed, stretching out a little and tugging her skimpy white robes up over her head, revealing a slim, cute figure and small breasts, though not quite as small as Nia’s. She sat up briefly then, wiggling out of her angelically white panties and freeing a very small, pale, rock-hard penis of her own. “Now, to get a taste of this gorgeous thing....”

“Mom, can I taste it too?” Nia asked, sounding almost awestruck, her mouth agape as she watched, enthralled, as Alora dragged her tongue up along the pulsing length of Mara’s massive cock, wrapping her hand snugly around the base and giving it slow, shallow strokes while her tongue swirled and lapped at the end.

The question earned Nia another little swat from her mother as the older draenei did as she had promised, tipping over Mara’s brew keg and pouring out one mug - then another - of the strong-smelling red liquid, the wooden steins always in plentiful supply when Mara was around. “Just because I’m not going to stop you from watching doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want. Besides, Marastaris never invited you to taste anything, did she?” Luasha scolded, her voice lightening as she set one of the mugs beside the night elf. “Here you go sweetie, have fun.”

Mara panted quietly, closing her eyes for a moment and letting out a soft moan as the high elf went to work, using hand and tongue and lips in skillful - and motivated - tandem. She may have asked for a blowjob as a joke, but now she was glad she did, as this was even better than she’d anticipated. From the looks of Alora’s stiff, smaller dick bobbing and pulsating between her thighs as the healer “supported” the tank in such a pleasurable way, she was enjoying herself more than a little bit as well. And while neither of them would admit or draw attention to it, Mara’s position halfway in Luasha’s lap made it clear that the buxom draenei matriarch had some swelling down below. The questions such equipment raised about Nianei’s birth were ones that the monk had no interest in trying to answer... especially when she had her own cock to worry about, now about six inches deep in Alora’s mouth.

Squirming and scooting up a little, Mara shifted her weight so that she could lay her head against Lua’s full, soft, and invitingly large breasts instead of in her lap. This also allowed her to take a drink from her mug of fortified wine, the other cup Lua seemed to have kept for herself, sipping surreptitiously out of when her daughter wasn’t looking... which, considering that Nia was still raptly watching the night elf get her dick hungrily sucked and stroked, meant pretty much whenever she wanted.

“Are you sure I can’t try just one little lick?” Nia whined after a moment of being politely silent, still peeking over her mom’s shoulder and lightly fondling the side and bottom of Mara’s one exposed breast.

“H-hey Nia,” Mara purred, taking another long chug of her wine and finally seeming to relax a bit, spreading her athletic thighs a little wider for the eager and naughty priestess to work (now eschewing her hand entirely and managing to stuff nearly the entirety of Mara’s cock down her throat, gagging blissfully around it). “You wanna help out, you wanna know what you could do for me?”

“What? I’ll do whatever you want!”

“Since you’ve had so much fun watching me, why don’t you... heeheehee- o-oh fuck- why don’t you give your mom a little tiny kiss, just for me? Give me something to watch,” the monk proposed, her cheeks staining with a deep violet flush that could have been from the alcohol, the embarrassment of her request, or the special combination of both.

This finally roused the attention of Ellivieve once more, who had totally abandoned the map and settled for tossing her imp minion off of various short cliffs and seeing if he landed anywhere helpful. At the request for Nia to kiss her own mom, the warlock turned with one pierced, black brow arched. “The lot of you are lewd.”

“Are you serious?” Nia gasped, the younger draenei stifling a giggle as best she could - and a rare flush of color coming to her pale blue cheeks. “I can’t do that, that’d be... weird, right?”

“What, like you’ve never kissed your own mother before?” Lu said, tilting her head at her daughter’s awkward giggling. “I swear, just because someone’s watching doesn’t mean you have to be afraid to be around me. I’m not that uncool.”

“But, I mean, I don’t think they mean a kiss on the cheek, or....”

“Nonsense. Come here, sweetie - if Mara wants us to kiss, we can kiss.” It was difficult to tell whether the older draenei was so truly oblivious to the reasoning behind the request, or if she had some other motivation, but Mara’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the two shamans lips grow nearer to one another. She felt her cock swell, surging with excitement when the two draenei paused with their lips only an inch or two away from each other, Luasha shushing her daughter peacefully while Nia tried to hold back another peal of nervous giggles.

The monk gasped, eyes locked on the unexpected display (things really were going her way tonight, weren’t they?) as mother and daughter shared a soft, ambiguously perverse kiss in between giggles, both shamans grinning widely as they smooched - innocently first, then again, then again, their lips locking gently and Nianei’s cheeks growing incredibly rosy. That was all it took for Mara to arch her back, pressing back against Luasha’s soft, comforting tits and unleashing a moan of anguish and ecstasy, her cock pulsating hard against the snug, slick confines of Aloradelle’s throat... then shooting several thick lines of her hot cum down the blonde priestess’s throat. This drew a muffled groan and pleased squeal from the high elf as she kept her lips pressed against Mara’s pelvis, trying not to gag as she swallowed down burst after burst of thick, sticky cream, breathing desperately through her nose before finally pulling up with a gasp of her own.

“B-by the Light, Mara,” the smaller, paler elf panted, wiping a little bit of spunk from her chin and licking it off of her fingers. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone cum that hard. That was amazing.”

“Hehe, well...” the night elf murmured, biting her lip shyly and glancing from Alora back up to the mother and daughter, who were just now pulling away from their soft, sinful embrace. While it was hard to tell exactly how Nia was reacting to what she’d done, Mara could feel the girl’s mother’s thick shaft throbbing underneath her robes. Whether she wanted to be or not, Luasha was enjoying herself... in a naughty way.

“Ohhh, aren’t you a bad girl? And I thought you monks were supposed to be so pure, so spiritually creamy?” Alora teased, grinning like the cat that ate the canary but not wasting time as she crawled up into the night elf’s lap, prodding her little girlcock gently back and forth against Mara’s far bigger one.

“And what was that they said about priestesses of the Light, then?” Mara purred back, still panting softly, wiggling upward a bit more so that she could press back against Luasha, feeling the more mature draenei’s large, pillowy breasts flank either side of her head. She let out a little coo of excitement as Elora twiddled her girlcock across her own, Mara’s own slick, sticky shaft pulsing hard from her recent climax but already rising back up to full mast, rubbing and pressing back and forth into the high elf’s.

Elora grinned. “Well, let’s just say there’s a reason my parents insisted I spend so much time in the cathedral...” she giggled, shifting her weight up a little bit more and reaching down to take the monk’s dick in her hand, giving it a few gentle strokes before easing it back, pressing it against her pale, delicate back entrance. “I picked up a lot of tricks along the way, but the teachings only kind of stuck. You know how it is.”

“By the Naaru,” Nianei gasped excitedly, tumbling over onto the cloak-blankets and getting a better vantage point to watch, abandoning her mother (who was still acting as a glorified cushion for Mara) to get a better view of the action. “Is that going in your butt?”

“You bet it is, lovely,” Alora smirked over to the young draenei, leaning into the night elf a bit and lifting up the rest of Mara’s short top, exposing her other firm breast before leaning in to kiss and nibble at them both. “Watch close, you might learn something.” The priestess giggled, then let out a soft, high-pitched cry of satisfied bliss as she pressed her weight downwards, feeling Mara’s big girlcock prod and slip against her narrow back passage, then finally pop inside, sinking into the high elf’s petite backdoor shallowly at first, then starting to drive deeper as Alora lowered her weight into Mara’s lap more fully.

Nianei’s big, shimmering eyes widened as a long, vacant gasp of enthrallment escaped her gaping mouth. “Whoa...” she mouthed softly, to which the high elf shot a little grin back.

“I haven’t even gotten her all the way in yet,” Alora said, giggling lightly, though not even she could remain completely flippant about the situation at the point. Letting out a little distracted moan of her own, the priestess leaned in to Mara’s body, kissing along her breasts and throat and sandwiching the monk between her own body and Luasha’s. Her slim hips rose up a little, then sank back down, taking up a slow, sensuous rhythm as she slid Mara’s huge pink member deeper and deeper into her backside.

Mara herself let out a sound halfway between a moan and a cry for help, arching her back and bringing her hands up to the priestess’s bare sides, holding the naked, waifish little elf against her as Alora pumped her body up and down in her lap. Knees planted firmly at Mara’s sides, it didn’t take too long before the lustful blonde started to pick up a quicker rhythm, the slick wetness of Mara’s cock making it a relatively simple task for someone as... well, experienced, as she was.

“Oh fuck...” Mara whined softly, finally starting to thrust back a little, though only a little, rolling her hips up against Alora’s more eager downward hops - the high elf’s slender girlthing now bobbing and swatting gently against the monk’s firm belly. “Not how I was expecting this dungeon to... pan out....”

“I’m just waiting on you two perverts,” came the sound of Elli’s voice, the warlock having not spoken for a little while now. She was shuffling awkwardly at the cave’s mossy edge, where, it turns out, a simple short jump down would have brought the group to the next part of the dungeon. “I figured this map out like five minutes ago.” Blowing a lock of black hair out of her face, the mysterious and sullen sorceress folded her arms across her chest - keeping her body strategically turned away so that nobody could see the tent she was making in her own black robes.

Alora grinned down at the monk she had pinned, squishing her body down a little farther, enough that her small, pert rear pressed down into Mara’s hips. “You heard the woman, kaldorei. Clock’s ticking. You gonna fuck me or what?” She bit her lip, purring hungrily as she rotated her hips clockwise, her anus clenching down firmly, though she stopped thrusting downward - leaving the initiative, at last, to Mara herself.

“I, erm...” Mara whimpered, pausing, thinking, then finally letting out a frustrated sigh. “Oh, fuck it.” Sitting up, the athletic night elf drained what was left in her mug, then grabbed Alora around her waist, lifting her, then flipping her, and setting her down on all fours. The priestess’s face ended up more or less buried in Luasha’s lap, now, something that might have been quite awkward for anyone not a complete pervert. For Aloradelle, however, it only meant that she gave the curvy shaman’s swollen, clothed girldick an affectionate nuzzle before letting out a blissful scream when Maya stuffed her cock back into the high elf’s narrow pink star.

“AaiiiyaAAaahh...!” Alora squealed out, eyes widening, fingers clutching tightly to Lu’s skirt with a crazed whine of excitement, precum dribbling from her own dick as the pleasure-button inside of her back entrance was slammed into again and again by the slick, spongey tip of Mara’s fuckrod.

The night elf pinned her smaller team-mate aggressively into Luasha’s lap, now - face-down, ass-up - and gave the lewd little priestess exactly what she wanted. It may not have been as fast as Ellivieve might have wanted, but it was certainly satisfying, the two of them staying in that position for a great while of moaning and screaming and the slap slap slap of flesh against flesh, the squelch of cock into tight, lubricated asshole. Sweat began to form a thin sheen on Mara’s body but she continued, drilling the blonde’s rear entrance until any attempt at verbal communication ended.

After a great number of minutes, Alora was reduced to a twitching, whimpering little thing, curling in on herself while Mara slaked her lust with the smaller elf’s body. The priestess’s soft blue eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she let out increasingly hoarse whimpers of ecstasy, her small cock bobbing and flexing again and again as multiple orgasms shook through her, each one accompanied by a little jet of cum that splattered across Nia’s cloak. She screamed her last, then, when Mara finally roared with release, the monk unloading a tidal wave of hot spunk into Alora’s rosy, abused hole, filling it up with sticky whiteness.

Panting harder than ever now and taking a moment to catch her breath, Mara finally recoiled, drawing her big, hard shaft out of the high elf’s backdoor and leaving a white-oozing gape in her wake. Alora slumped completely into Luasha’s lap, a cross between a satisfied sigh and a maniacal chuckle escaping her lips as she curled up into a little sweaty ball.

“That was a hell of a workout,” Mara said, wiping her brow off and grabbing her ponytail ring once more, tying back her deep green hair but leaving the bangs shaggy. “I think a little exercise did me good, after all.”

“Well it was certainly, um... interesting... to watch,” Luasha commented lowly, taking another shy sip from her own mug, clearly not sure how to react to the naked, twitching high elf in her lap.

“The two of you done, now?” Elli pitched in. “Can we get this show on the road and get our quest rewards?”

“You betcha,” the monk replied, stretching her back out, then cracking her neck from side to side as she pulled her short top back over her tits. “I’m good to go. Not sure if Alora is or not.”

Alora was not.

Nia’s eyes were glassed over, still locked on the priestess’s upturned backside, having not looked away from the entire display for a single instant. Her cheeks redder than ever, she finally let out a single whisper. “That was cool.”

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Hogger’s demise was a truly awful one. Covered in volatile alcohol by a certain monk, set ablaze by not one but two shamans, and then forced to his knees in agony, the leader of Elwynn’s gnolls seemed more to dissolve than truly die. With one last hoarse wail, his flesh melting off of his bones as he was reduced to what could barely be considered a corpse.

“That was way easier than I thought,” Mara said, interlocking her bandage-wrapped hands and cracking her knuckles, then rolling the stress out of her shoulders. “He’s the last one, right?”

“Let me check the map,” the party’s warlock mumbled, scooting her black robes up a little and settling down onto her knees, reaching into her backpack for the map that, after the events of the group’s Wailing Caverns run, she had decided to hang onto permanently. “Uh... yeah. The fire guy was that way. The vanishing idiot was the other way. Pretty sure that’s the last of Stormwind’s criminal issue.”

“Am I the only one who finds this all a little convenient?” Aloradelle chirped. “I mean, there conveniently happened to be an outbreak in the Stockades, and it just so happens that all the inmates need to be killed to be contained? Seems orchestrated to me.”

“Just because you grew up in Menethil doesn’t mean you have to start talking like Jaina Proudmoore,” Ellivieve grunted back casually, then furrowed her dark, pierced brows in confusion as a soft humming began to emanate from her backpack. “The fuck?” she murmured, reaching in and withdrawing a soul shard, one of the few she’d racked up in the final battle with Hogger. It was buzzing, almost thrumming with energy now, unspeakable whispers churning and bubbling within the reflection of the transparent violet crystal.

“Don’t tell me you trapped Hogger’s soul,” Mara said, leaning over the human’s shoulder to see what was happening. The image coalescing in the soul shard was not that of the gnoll bandit, however, but a woman’s face - a beautiful, demonic woman’s face that immediately brought a slow, soft gasp to Ellivieve’s lips.

“Guys!” She whispered frantically, looking up at the rest of the party and trying to ignore the fact that Nianei was already trying to loot Hogger’s body before anyone else. “I think a new demon’s trying to contact me. I’ve been reading about succubi, I think I’m strong enough to control one now.”

Mara’s expression became worried, the night elf folding her arms across her firm chest. “Uhhh... good luck with that. Aren’t succubi really dangerous?”

“Have you missed the part where I’m a warlock?” Elli exhaled through her nose in mild annoyance. “I’ve got this. Why don’t you guys go turn this in to the captain and I’ll see if I can summon her. A prison is probably the safest place, I figure, in case something goes wrong.”

The monk nodded, shrugging lightly. “Works for me. Anyone wanna come back to the front with me?”

“Only if you promise to walk in front,” Alora purred, the slim elf biting her lip playfully. She hadn’t forgotten what had happened in the Wailing Caverns. To be fair, despite keeping themselves busy adventuring across Azeroth, none of them had.

An ambiguous sound somewhere between a chuckle and a scoff came from Mara, and the two elves took off for the front, bringing Hogger’s new and improved armband with them as proof of what they’d done. This left the two draenei, along with Ellivieve herself, still in the prison with the borderline-calcified remains of Hogger.

“Man, for real? All he had was a plate helmet. None of us wear plate,” Nia complained, flopping back onto the hard stone floor of the Stockades, tail lashing behind her. “Even he doesn’t wear plate. Couldn’t he have had something good? Like a... cool mace or something. That I can use.”

“You might wanna wish for something you won’t have to fistfight Alora for,” Elli grunted, taking a deep breath and setting the soul shard in front of her, starting to draw a few small runes beneath it. “Now can you be quiet for a second? I’ve never done this before... I wanna do it right.”

“Do you need help with anything?” Luasha, the older shaman, asked softly, shooting a gentle smile towards the pale human girl. “I was considering whipping something up to make sure everyone stays well fed, but I’m not sure if it’s been an hour or not-”

“Just... quiet, please,” Elli hissed, blinking her eyes hard and drawing a long lock of straight black hair from out of her eyes, holding one black-gloved hand above the soul shard for a moment. With both shamans finally silent for the moment, Elli began to slowly chant, words that she’d come to know better with time, but that still sounded foreign in her mouth. A beam of pale purple energy drew from her hand, reaching out for the compacted fragment of darkness, causing it to softly glow - and then burst in a flash of light, along with the sound of sinister, feminine laughter.

There was a long moment of silence as all three women gazed on at the succubus - tall, shapely and incarnadine, she was as sweet as sin and just as scandalously dressed. This one appeared to be somewhat unique, despite similar black hair and reddish skin; rather than the typical corset-and-panties ensemble that most succubi had adopted, this one sported dark leather pants that hugged the stunning curvature of her hips and thighs, her chest covered by a skimpy, tattered half-top.

“Someone called for a doctor?” the demoness cooed, biting her lower lip, one small, cute fang hanging over the edge of her lip. She seemed to revel in just being looked at, the slack-jawed expressions of those who had never before been in the presence of an entity so inherently... sensuous. After a moment, the newly-summoned arrival began to take closer stock of those around her, quickly discounting the two shamans and finding her obvious summoner - the pale-skinned, black-robed, dark-haired human with the facial piercings was about as dead a giveaway of the resident warlock as was possible. “You the one who summoned me? I’m Devah.”

Seemingly lost for breath for a long moment, Ellivieve blinked a few times, shaking the stars from her deep green eyes, though they kept finding themselves drawn back to that tattered black top, to the smooth, firm stomach extending beneath it, to the swells of those pink, tattooed breasts snuggled just underneath... and to the small, ripped window of cleavage that Devah’s shredded top displayed. “Hi,” she finally said, still staring, her voice flat.

“Tsk. Newbie, I take it? That’s alright. I’m sure we’ll have a lot of... fun, together.” The succubus grinned, tail lashing and winding behind her as she loomed over the warlock, taller and more well-built than Elli could ever hope to be and decidedly... intimidating, as a result.

“By the seven Ata’mal crystals,” came a whisper from behind that distracted the demoness from her predatory pressing of Ellivieve, a soft, young voice, carrying the accent that Devah knew better as that of the Eredar. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Oh, you’re only saying that because you’re facing my good side,” the demoness giggled, placing one hand on her leather-clad backside and giving it a hard squeeze before looking over her shoulder with a wink. When she laid eyes back upon the Nianei, though, the slender young draenei staring openly, mouth open, the temptation to meddle quickly became far too strong to curb. “You’re quite young to be in such a dark and dangerous place, aren’t you?” Daeva cooed, her hooves clopping lightly on the stone floor as she took one step, then another, towards Nia, her fel-fire gaze locking onto the teen shaman’s.

Nia blinked, swallowing hard, unsure whether to back away or move closer to the demoness - actually, who was she kidding. She took a step closer herself, closing the distance between her and Devah. “No, I’m- I mean, I’m tough. My...” she paused, glancing sidelong at Luasha, a rosy blush staining her light blue cheeks. “...My mom, has been teaching me how to be a shaman.”

“A shaman,” Devah cooed, drawing one hand slowly down Nia’s slender upper arm, her smile growing a little more intense, a little more predatory. “Some of the darkest magic Azeroth has ever seen has been wielded by shamans. I do hope you don’t disappoint me.”

“Nia, you should get away from her,” Elli warned, breaking her own trance somewhat and stepping forward, placing one hand on the hypnotic demoness’s shoulder from behind. “We don’t know exactly what she’s capable of yet.”

“Yes, sweetie, could you?” Luasha added. “I... don’t think it’s safe to be that close to her.”

Devah didn’t listen to the other two, however, her eyes locked to Nia’s, her body growing closer to the young draenei’s, tail reaching out to slowly curl around the girl’s upper leg, making Nia shudder with excitement. “You’re safe, Nia,” she whispered, her voice like poisoned sugar, seeping under the girl’s skin, intoxicating her, binding her. “I see so much desire in you... so much unfulfilled potential. If only you had the chance to explore it all.” Her lips were close enough to kiss now - both Elli and Luasha stood close by, unsure whether to try to interfere, not knowing how the demoness would react and, more importantly, what she was capable of. As far as they knew, the binding spell hadn’t even worked at all.

“I...” Nia licked her lips, then swallowed hard, feeling her body tremble a little as the demon drew in. “I....”

“You’re embarrassed? You don’t want your mother to see?” Devah tilted her head in, gently nipping her fangs along one of the thin tendrils that hung below Nia’s ears. “Just say the word,” she whispered, too low for Lua or Elli to hear. “Just tell me you want me, and I can take care of you.”

“I...” the young shaman froze, blinking her eyes hard, her breathing heavy from the tension, before finally whispering: “I... want you...” her hand extended out, sliding up the demon’s stomach and then under her tattered shirt, cupping one breast gently as she pulled her entire body closer, near enough that her pelvis pressed into the succubi’s - her inexperienced girlthing already ragingly hard, and now squished tenderly against another, larger shaft, that she found was just as erect and straining against the skintight leather fabric of Devah’s pants. The sensation was electric, that of their bodies meeting, the feeling of the demon’s bare breast in her hand, and now that of Devah’s arms winding around her, pulling her in for a long, hard, deep, soul-stealing kiss....

Wait... soul-stealing...?

“Get away from her!” came a cry from Nianei’s mother, the other shaman shoving her daughter out of the way the instant she saw that soft, purple-pink glow seeping from Nia’s mouth and into that of the seductress.

Nearly fainting from the disconnection, Nia tumbled to the stone floor, gradually pulling herself back onto her hands and knees, gasping for breath and yet desperate for more, her arousal having not faded in the slightest. In fact, it almost felt like it was growing more intense, like an addict who’d been without a fix for days, like she couldn’t live without more attention from the succubus.

“You would rob your daughter of what she asked for?” Devah said playfully, backing away with her hands up. “How selfish.”

“I saw what you were doing to her,” Luasha bit back, arms at her sides as she interposed herself between the demoness and her daughter, showing off the mother bear that few of the members of her party had ever seen. “Ellivieve, can you... unsummon her?”

“Uhhhhm,” the warlock said blankly, getting back onto her knees to fish through her backpack for the grimoire she’d been studying on demons. “I... don’t remember exactly how the dismissal goes....”

The succubus, now, seemed to have shifted her focus entirely, this little bit of drama every bit as satisfying as sex... not that she had given up on finding a way to get both. “Your daughter - sweet little Nia - formed a verbal contract with me. Maybe if you had paid closer attention, you would have noticed, instead of staring at me... or were you staring at her?”

“You’re sick.”

“Obviously,” Devah chuckled. “Now, unless you have something to offer me that’s more... tempting, than your daughter, I’d suggest you get out of my way and let me take care of my end of the bargain.”

Luasha narrowed her eyes, glancing back at her daughter behind her, still prone on the stone prison floor but seeming to have recovered a bit, though her eyes remained glassy. The older shaman locked eyes once again with the succubus, holding fast. “Like what?” she finally relented.

“Well, considering that I was planning to shove this...” scarlet fingers lowered to undo button after button of her trousers, opening the front and reaching in to draw forth a stiff and sizeable red girlcock, a possible competitor to Mara’s size, if perhaps not quite as stunning. “...Into your daughter’s tight, virgin ass for a few hours or so, watching that little dick of hers bounce while I made her mine, listening to her scream with ecstasy as I filled her with my cum. What can you offer instead?”

Luasha paused, looking down for a long moment, considering what she could do and what had to be done. She glanced back behind her, to her daughter, Elli having now perched beside the younger draenei to check up on her. It didn’t seem like the demoness could be banished until she was satisfied... which meant doing what she had to do for her daughter.

Taking a deep breath, Lua nodded, unfastening the buckles of her snug, lightweight chain top, then tossing it at the ground beside her with a clattering sound - revealing to those present for the first time her impressively large, yet incredibly smooth, buoyant breasts, her nipples thick and dusky blue, and... suspiciously firm. “I can offer these.”

“Deal,” the succubus said almost instantly, her grin returning to her face and her tail lashing behind her excitedly. “Normally I’d say no... but the thought that your daughter will be watching, jealous of you the entire time? That’s simply too succulent for me to pass up. Now... on your knees.”

Luasha lowered her eyes, taking a deep breath, then another glance behind her, back at her daughter. “I’m doing this for you, honey,” she said softly, hiking up her shamanic skirts a little and kneeling before the succubus, looking up into Devah’s beautiful-yet-sinister face and gorgeous body, then straight forward, at the throbbing, steel-hard girldick that was waiting for her.

“It’s... bigger, than I was expecting,” she murmured under her breath, caught a bit off-guard by the thing’s size and virility, bobbing ominously in front of her full chest. Licking her lips slightly, the older woman leaned in, placing her hands on both sides of her breasts and squishing them together a little, then pressing forward against the hot, thick pole of demonic girlcock. The rubbing was gentle as first - sliding her chest along the throbbing thing, teasing one dark nipple along its tip, drawing a soft moan of excitement from the succubus. Then, for Ellivieve and her own daughter to see, Luasha pressed inward farther, sliding that massive shaft up between her cleavage, trapping it between her soft, round breasts and squishing them back around the huge thing. “And so warm....”

“You like it?” Devah purred, chewing her bottom lip playfully as she tried to hold back a moan, keeping her measure of control for the moment. The demoness widened her stance a little, granting better access to her dick as she simply enjoyed the show, her eyes locked on the mature, yet physically timeless draenei as Luasha slid her big, soft tits along her shaft. Devah was - to her own delight - big enough that the shaman seemed unable to cover the entirety of her cock at any one time, the swollen tip peeking out from between her squished cleavage until it was consumed, then sliding back up between those smooth orbs once again.

“I-it’s... um....” Luasha swallowed hard, glancing up at the demoness but unable to gaze directly into those intense green eyes, boring into hers, at once blissful and oddly judging. Devah knew she had power over her, and that look in her eye made her wither. Not replying further, she simply tried to squeeze her tits a little harder around that huge rod, keeping it snug in the valley of her chest and rocking up and down along it, trying to remember what she was doing this for. Her daughter was far too reckless and far too lustful for her own good, no matter how badly Luasha tried to protect her - there was no telling what might have happened if the succubus had gone any further with Nia. Technically, there was no telling what would happen to Luasha herself, now.

Glancing back revealed something that was... not exactly expected, but not specifically surprising either: Nia had crawled back up into a sitting position next to Elli, against the prison wall, and was not just watching, but watching quite raptly. Whether she was seized by desire, jealousy, or was just really enjoying the show, her misty white eyes were locked firmly on the scene of her own mother getting her tits fucked by the succubus that Nia herself had wanted so badly to be with.

Despite all those conflicting sensations though, feelings vying for position in Nia’s mind and in her body, one impulse took over, the same one that had gotten her into this situation - whether or not it was her mom she was watching, or that she’d gotten everyone into this mess, her body didn’t care and her mind simply wasn’t strong enough to fight back against it. The shamanic teen scooted backwards a little, tilting her weight into the warlock who was clumsily trying to support her, planting her hooves on the stone beneath her and shyly letting her legs spread, one hand drifting toward to let her fingers play and touch across the front of her lightweight trousers. Idly chewing the inside of her cheek, she glanced shyly to the side, to Ellivieve, hoping the warlock wasn’t watching her as she shifted the chainmail loin-guard out of the way, grinding her hand along the outline of her swollen girlcock.

“What are you doing?” Elli whispered the second Nia looked away, causing the younger girl to freeze. “Are... are you...?”

“How could you not?” Nia hissed frantically back, blushing hard now and closing her thighs together around her stiff dick, squeezing it between the slim, soft columns of flesh. “I mean....” She nodded towards the scene that had unfolded in front of them - both Devah and Luasha had gotten much deeper into the act now, though the draenei still seemed to be doing things at her own pace, squishing and grinding her breasts up along that huge cock again and again, faster now, keeping that heavenly valley of silky flesh locked snug around the pulsing red thing that was pinned into it.

“That’s... a good point,” the warlock murmured back, turning her eyes from Nia to the girl’s mom, the succubus having now pulled up her own top to aggressively fondle one of her own breasts, teasing the little metal piercings lacing her stiffened nipples while she was so generously pleasured with Luasha’s tits.

Elli took a deep breath, glancing back to Nia, who now seemed to have entirely given up on what little shame was keeping her dick in her pants - removing the chain loincloth entirely, she unbuttoned the front of her trousers and withdrew her cock, pale blue in color and not of especially impressive size: smaller than her own but larger than, say, Alora’s. Nia’s eyes were locked back onto the scene, her cheeks deeply colored from her intense blush, almost holding her breath as she shyly squeezed and stroked her own dick.

Licking her lips, Ellivieve looked back and forth between the demon’s bargain and the daughter’s enjoyment of it, and even spotted something that made her feel a little less bad about the growing urgency between her own thighs - the fact that Luasha, of all people, who was “doing this for her daughter,” was now sporting a pretty impressive tent in her own shamanic skirts.

“Fuck, who’m I kidding,” the goth human girl murmured under her breath, sitting up a little to hike up her dark robes, exposing her soft, snow-white legs, then thighs, revealing that there was apparently little to nothing underneath those robes but a pair of purple lace panties, clinging tight around a straining, stiff girldick that looked a little bigger than Nia’s, if not as impressive as Devah’s or, from the looks of it, even Luasha’s. “Do you, um... do you need a hand?”

Nia blinked, jittering at the words as they jarred her from the single-minded focus that was the only thing keeping her going in this uncomfortably intense scenario. She looked up at Elli’s shyly-pleading face, then down to the pale, stiff dick between her thighs, standing straight up and at attention now, belying how much the warlock had also been enjoying the fruits of her failed summoning. “Would you mind...?” the teen murmured. In all honestly, it seemed like she would have bonded more with Elli by now, as the human was the second-youngest member of their dungeonrunning team, but both tended to be so antisocial or otherwise focused that no real connection had been made. Nia never expected that the first real contact the two would make would be now, as she removed her hand from her own cock to reach across the warlock’s lap, tenderly wrapping her fingers around Elli’s shaft and giving it a gentle squeeze. It felt so... weird, every small difference in the thing’s shape and size making this such a completely different experience. So warm, so stiff, and yet it wasn’t hers.

The draenei gasped softly, then let out a tiny moan as Ellivieve reached over, the two girls criss-crossing their arms as both gently grabbed each others’ girlcocks. There was a moment of shy exploration, gentle squeezing and fondling and quiet moaning, before both girls began to slowly, shyly stroke each other, breathing picking up, glancing back and forth between one another - both girls now seen in a very new light - and back to Luasha’s trials with the demoness.

Things had changed a bit on that front. While Luasha’s offered “hole” was still the one being used, that tight tunnel of creamy azure cleavage was no longer under the shaman’s direct control. She no longer directed the pace, the pump of her breasts along that huge cock - now, Devah had leaned forward, hooking one hooved leg around the woman’s shoulder and placing one hand on the other to steady herself, and the succubus had very much taken the offensive.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuUuUckin’ draenei bitch, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to- nnnghh- fuck an eredar,” Devah growled, moaning more hungrily now as she thrust her hips forward, the slick mixture of saliva and precum providing enough lubricant for the demon to ram her cock upward between those pillowy orbs; all Luasha had to do was hold them together, endure, and enjoy. She appeared to be getting more... “into” her situation as well, leaning in and leaving her mouth open so that Devah’s frantic upward thrusts would also stuff the sinfully sweet crown of the demon’s cock into Lua’s mouth. This added more saliva to the mix, sliding back between her tits with every thrust back down - more lubrication, and a constant escalation of pleasure.

“Have I, um... ever mentioned that your mom is... y’know, hot?” Elli mumbled, squirming anxiously and rocking her hips up into Nia’s grip, her gaze locked fully on the scene now, taking in every sweet sensation - the rapid squelching of that hot wet girlcock slamming between those tits, Luasha’s moans of excitement when it would slide into her mouth, the sight of the ageless draenei mother being pinned on her knees and getting her tits ruthlessly fucked.

Nia stole a glance back over to the warlock. She was unsure how to answer - of course Luasha was beautiful, but she was also Nia’s mother, and admitting any kind of attraction would mean that she wasn’t only in this for Devah. Squeezing tightly around Elli’s cock, she gave it a few more rapid pumps to distract the other girl, finally answering as non-committally as possible after a long moment. “She’s... um, she’s okay,” she mumbled before letting out an urgent moan - when she’d picked up her pace on stroking Elli, she hadn’t necessarily intended for it to be mutual, but now the human girl had responded in kind, rapidly jerking her hand up and down the young alien’s smooth girlcock. “B-but, um- ahh~... what about Devah, huh? Look at the way she... nnnfff....”

“Y-yeah,” Elli murmured back, her own ghostly pale cheeks flushing a barely-noticeable shade of pink, spreading her legs a little and arching her back as Nia’s stroking remained persistent, both girls now seemingly trying to outdo each other while they watched the show that they both had accidentally orchestrated. “Nether below, you’re... I’m gonna....”

“...So am I...!”

An almost bestial roar of passion distracted the two though, clouding their focus, though they continued to rapidly stroke each other. The scream was Devah’s, the succubus arching out, her firm, deep pink breasts bouncing with each wild thrust up between Luasha’s even larger ones. A harder thrust, then another, longer one, then the demoness stuffed her cock as far up as it would go, planting it firmly in Luasha’s moaning mouth past her muffled protests. Burst after burst of hot spunk blasted out of that incarnadine cum-cannon and against the back of the shaman’s throat, making her cough and splutter and frantically try to pull away. Another long thrust, then another, gave Lua enough time to properly cough, creamy fel seed spattering down her lips and drooling down her neck in long, ropey rivulets, covering her tits and pooling in her cleavage, coating her completely.

Panting hard with satisfaction, Devah tangled one hand in the back of Luasha’s wavy, dark blue hair, tilting up a bit to gently grind her cock against the other woman’s face, smearing more of her hot, sticky seed across the woman who’d sacrificed her dignity, and her boobs, to save her daughter’s soul.

“There,” the demon said, catching her breath, still leaning on the pinned, kneeling Luasha with her cock firmly squashed against the squirming woman’s cum-coated face. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? Everyone’s... whew... got their soul, I had some fun, and look-” Devah grinned broadly, pointing to Nia and Elli, who were now tense, squeezing each other’s dicks in a desperate attempt not to cum. “-It seems like little Nia got to have some fun too.”

This caused Luasha to open her eyes, gasping quietly. Enduring this had been difficult enough - both the indignity of it, and the struggle not to give in to her own impurities - but Devah’s words finally jarred her from her borderline-trance. Shifting downwards to force the demon to dismount her, she wheeled around, cum-coated breasts jiggling in the open air as she turned to see her daughter staring back, flushed with shame and lust and still hungrily jerking off Ellivieve’s girlcock while the warlock did the same in kind. “Nianei!” she exclaimed, half gasp and half scold, her eyes wide as she was forced to witness the surrender she’d been trying to protect her daughter from.

“I’m- sorry- mom-” Nia whimpered, clenching her teeth shut as she tried not to cum, tried to hold back that sweet release that, even though she could barely stand to think of it, her mom (along with Elli, obviously) had helped her come to. Her efforts, however, were in vain, and despite trying so hard not to, that rock-hard little cock of hers finally erupted, shooting directly up and into her own face, coating her - then a second shot shooting into her own mouth when she gasped and moaned from the almost painfully intense ejaculation. “Mmphh-!”

Elli’s own climax came so soon after that it could be considered simultaneous, but despite her slightly larger dick, her load didn’t shoot so far - creating a glistening row of pearly splotches along the jet black of her robe, spurt after spurt of it painting the dark fabric in a line of creamy swaths. The warlock’s harsh wail of pleasure quickly turned to a whine of despair when she saw what she’d done, barely even realizing that her hand was still gripped so tightly around Nia’s dick.

“I think my work here is done,” Devah said, giggling darkly as she began to button her trousers back up, letting out one last little sigh to fully catch her breath. “It’s been fun, everyone. And hey, warlock - Genevieve, was it? Something like that? Anyway, remember me in a little while, when you can actually handle this. I’ll be waiting.”

With a shimmer of dark violet smoke and another husky, satisfied chuckle, the succubus took a few steps back into an oval of manifested darkness, and simply vanished - leaving the three conflicted, cum-soaked women in her wake staring shamefully at one another, each unsure of what to say, how to excuse themselves for what had just happened.

Fortunately, they didn’t have to, as two pairs of feet stopped in their tracks upon their re-entry to the chamber where Hogger had been so ecologically disposed of. “So you guys won’t believe this, the headband they gave me is actually less good than the one we got on the quest leading up to this-” Marastaris had been saying before halting and taking in the scene. Blinking her silvery eyes now, she glanced to the high elf beside her, then back to her cum-soaked, half-naked party members. “Um... we miss anything?”

Chapter Text

“I swear if another one of you falls off into the water...” the grumbled sigh came from Ellivieve as the warlock made her way back up through the dungeon and to the reformed group of her companions, shooting a particularly cold glare at a sheepish (and soaked) Nianei.

“You’ll what?” Alora grinned, though the high elf was only just beginning to dry off herself after having taken an accidental dive into the basilisk-filled waters below. “Accidentally summon the wrong demon again?”

“That wasn’t my fault. Or... it kinda was. It would have gone better if Nia hadn’t tried to offer it her soul.” Elli growled back. It had been a few weeks since the “incident” with her summoned succubus and it didn’t seem like she’d ever hear the end of it.

Though that, it seemed, was what friends were for, the warlock nevertheless found herself increasingly wishing the group would find something else to joke about. Nia’s crush on her mom would be a start. Or maybe the fact that Aloradelle had tried to fit every even remotely phallic-looking gadget in Gnomeregan into her ass. For the most part, she’d succeeded, taking regular pitstops though the cavernous, mechanized dungeon to “intimately” investigate the abandoned devices the group found there.

“Alright, where’s the boss?” Nia chirped, changing the topic and looking around the top platform where the rest of the group had gathered. “Princess... whatsherface?”

There was a murmur of stifled laughter as the other girls looked to one another. “We killed her while you were gone, sweetheart,” Luasha confessed, the draenei girl’s mother keeping a straight face (mostly) in spite of the giggling of her teammates.

“What! You killed the boss? Without me? I wasn’t gone that long!”

“You got lost twice on the way here,” Alora giggled. “Trust me, I was watching you on the map.”

Nianei let out an exasperated breath through her nostrils, casting sweeping glares out at the other girls. “Well... was there at least any cool loot for me?”

“Staff that Mara took. Pair of cool gloves that Lua took.”

“Mail gloves! Mooom!” Nia’s already adorably-big eyes widened even further as she chastised the older draenei, who now had to stifle a cruel giggle of her own.

“Sorry sweetie. I needed the upgrade.” Luasha covered her mouth to hide her smirk, though her impressive breasts jiggled a little with the force of hiding her chuckles.

“You guys- I- you- fuck you guys,” the teen draenei growled, idly wringing the water out of one of her long, pale blue pigtails as she did. “I seriously never get any good loot.”

“Look on the bright side,” Marastaris chimed in, the night elf allowing herself a small smirk as she stretched, hooking her (new) staff behind her neck and arching out to show off the lean muscles of her stomach. “There’s more to dungeons than just loot. Look at everything around you - this place is pretty beautiful. Now that all the stone giants and snakes and shit are gone, obviously.”

Huffing again, Nia begrudgingly glanced around her - and admittedly, it was an impressively lovely place. Amongst the long, rocky pathways that the group had spent most of their time in, the massive, verdant caverns of Maraudon had plenty to be desired. Ferns, vines, and other plants seemed to grow out of every corner of the cave, no matter how unlikely, assisted by the immense amount of water the place boasted. “Yeah, but, I mean...” the young shaman murmured. “We’re not staying, right? We’re gonna go turn our quests in yeah?”

“Not a chance!” Mara said, her lips widening into a playful grin. “Odds are we’ll never come back here, right? I wanna see everything it has to offer. Know what that means?”

Elli blinked, idly shaking off the imp that was doggedly humping her leg. Since the incident in the Stockades, she hadn’t attempted to summon another succubus, even if she could likely control it better this time. “What does that mean-?”

The warlock’s question was cut off by its answer, as the kaldorei reached down to tug her top up and over her head, tossing it to the rocky platform beneath her and leaving her firm, sweat-shimmering pink breasts exposed, the perfect capstones to her lusciously lean figure. “It means the last one in’s a rotten egg.” Smirking - and making sure to grab her brew barrel at the last instant - the elf backflipped off of the outcropping and down to the water below.

Squeaking in panic at the threat, Nia began to scramble at her own armor and clothes, doing her best to peel off the mis-matched pieces of chain and leather and throwing them beside her. “It’s not gonna be me!” she squealed, throwing her pair of maces to the ground and quickly stripping. Alora was the next to react, hiking up the skirts of her slimming white robe and starting to draw it upward, showing off her delicate white panties and the expanse of her slim, pale body. Ellivieve and Luasha took a moment to come around to the idea (with Nianei already in the water before her mother began to strip down), but within two minutes the platform where Princess Theradras had once stood was heaped with the collective armor and weapons of the five dungeonrunners.

Splash after splash hit the water as they dove or cannonballed into the wide expanse of warm, clear water beneath them, and squeals of delight now echoed out across the stone caverns of Maraudon. Shorts, stockings, or panties were tossed, soaked, onto the rocky shore not far away, and after a few moments of chuckling and splashing, a sense of relaxation began to finally sink in. Moments like these, in a world that constantly seemed on the very brink of being shattered, were rare - but the Dungeonrunners knew well enough to embrace the occasion when it arose. In these warm, clean waters in a dungeon cleared of threats, there was no reason not to take a load off before going back into the fray.

“Anyone need a drink?” With her keg of fortified wine sitting beside her, Marastaris had climbed up onto a rock just ahead of a waterfall - close enough that the light mist from the descending waters could mist along her smooth pink skin, keeping her glistening even after she’d crawled out of the pool itself. Lifting the keg with one arm and opening the spigot with the other, the monk hoisted it above her head and let the rich, honey-violet liquid pour down her throat, trickling down her chin and between her firm breasts before being cleansed away by the aura of water that seemed to surround her. “I’ve got plenty,” she gasped, wiping her lips. “Now that the bosses are all taken care of, the rest is just party favors.”

“I do!” Nia gasped. The young draenei was doing her best to mostly stay shoulder-deep in the pool, retaining what little modesty she had after the incident with Devah. Ignoring the half-hearted glare from Luasha, the shaman swam clumsily over to the rock where the night elf was perched, her legs folded daintily to leave the big present between them more of a barely-glimpsed shadow of what could be. Tilting her head back, Nianei opened her mouth and tried to suppress her giggles as Mara poured a long stream of the stuff into the draenei’s mouth, leaving the spigot open just a little longer than necessary so that she could watch Nia splutter in her desperate attempt to swallow it all.

Nia’s splutters and coughs finally faded to a soft giggle, though, the effects of the strong alcohol quickly making themselves felt in her relatively lightweight figure. “You ass,” she chuckled, wiping her mouth and sinking back into the water as Mara poured another pull of the stuff into her own mouth. As she began to turn back towards the rest of the group, however, she was met by the flick of a soft, small tongue - the priestess, Alora, taking a very light lick at a dribble of wine at the corner of Nia’s lips.

“Hey!” the draenei teen yelped, splashing playfully back at the high elf who shielded her eyes, visibly smirking.

“What? I wanted a taste, that’s all,” she purred. “Don’t be so greedy.”

“Oh yeah? Well...” Nia huffed quietly, her mind wandering for a comeback. She’d been more than a little restless lately - after the soiree in the Wailing Caverns, the incident in the Stockades, and then Alora’s little display in Gnomeregan, she’d been getting more and more frisky. She had to set the precedent that this kind of teasing wouldn’t be taken lightly. “Well, maybe I just want a taste of you,” she said after an awkward pause, considering the statement to be a triumphant comeback but quickly realizing that it would only be a total embarrassment if she didn’t act on it.

Lunging forward, the draenei girl pounced onto the even slimmer elf, smashing her lips clumsily into Aloradelle’s and finding the ghostly-blonde elf surprisingly receptive, cooing into Nia’s lips as their mouth-squishing turned into a surprisingly intense kiss. “Mmnph...!” the young shaman squealed, her eyes opening wide as she felt Alora’s slim, slippery figure press against hers beneath the water.

“And you guys always call me an alcoholic when I say it’s not a party ‘til someone brings booze,” Mara’s grin widened, though the night elf didn’t appear to be feeling the full impact of her homemade brew so far - she’d built up quite the tolerance, at this point. While Luasha let out a soft sigh and Ellivieve sank deeper into the water in a last-minute attempt to hide the increasing flush of her pale cheeks, Marastaris watched raptly and with a wide grin - keeping her eyes locked on the confused making out between the awkward shaman and shameless priestess. “Yet I here I stand - or sit, I guess - utterly vindicated. Hey, can you two pull up a bit? The water’s hiding way too much!”

“Mmmph, but...” Nia murmured, her eyes turning over to Mara before growing even wider - with the keg still beside her, the green-haired kaldorei had finally shed her demure pose and spread her legs a little, enough to show off the gradually swelling shaft between her lean, athletic thighs, rising a little with each pulse. It flooded the draenei with a feeling of... what was it... pride? Excitement? While Devah had certainly taken an interest in her, it was difficult to say whether that interest was sensual or purely self-serving in nature. This was different.

Blinking, the teen shaman let out a little purr and tilted her gaze back to Alora, who’s hazy blue eyes were meeting hers, nearly-flat chest squished into Nianei’s only slightly more impressive one. She could feel her wet nipples rubbing and sliding along the high elf’s, causing a certain something to stir between her own slim thighs, and before she could close for another kiss Alora had done it for her. She moaned quietly into the other girl’s mouth, ignoring the rest of the world for now, letting her eyes drift shut again as the idea of being watched, being desired, caused her body to grow even hotter, more excited.

“You like that she’s watching us, don’t you?” a teasing whisper could be felt against Nia’s lips as Alora helped draw them up out of the water a little, showing a little of their bare sides and chests as they nibbled and kissed at one another’s lips. Nia gasped softly when she felt the elf girl’s cock press gently into her own, getting stiff as well now, though adorably small even compared to the draenei’s own. “What if we got a little closer?”

“You mean, like...?” Nia blinked, glancing from Alora back to the night elf, who was leaning back on one arm now, bringing her nearer to the waterfall behind her. Water trickled down Mara’s figure in little rivulets, coating the curves of her lean muscles, making her glisten. One hand gently dragged up the ripples of her own firm stomach, ascending farther and cupping her own full breast, rubbing it gently as she watched her two teammates kiss... and conspire.

Alora returned with a nod of approval and a wicked smirk, gently biting into Nia’s lower lip and taking one of the young draenei’s hands in her own, starting to swim towards the rock where Marastaris bathed and drank her wine. Luasha and Elli had made their way to the shore, chatting idly about something but remaining topless - while Lua seemed fairly oblivious to what was about to happen, the warlock girl continued to steal the occasional nervous glance towards the other three members of their party.

“You like what you see, Mara?” the priestess purred as she pulled up to the side of the rock, still lightly dragging Nia behind her and giving the two slender, topless adventurers the appearance of two mermaids preparing to seduce a wayward sailor. There was no shyness in the high elf’s demeanor - not that there ever was - as she reached out her other hand to caress up along the monk’s smooth thigh. Her eyes tilted up, sweeping along Mara’s remarkable figure before locking gazes, bringing a little smile to both elves’ faces.

“What gave me away?” the monk cooed back lightly, shifting her weight just a little, that her thighs spread a bit more and made the intoxicatingly big, purple erection between them even more obvious, a playful answer to her own question. “Would either of you care for a drink?”

Nia, who was already a bit heady from the pull she’d taken from Mara’s keg, nodded eagerly, excited for an opportunity to dispel a bit more of her nervousness. As Alora nodded in tandem - never breaking her simmering gaze with Marastaris - the kaldorei lifted the keg back up with one strong arm, spreading her thighs a bit more... and drew the spigot to the side, letting a slow trickle of it fall to stream down along the tip of her thick, hard girlcock. “Why didn’t you say so?” she giggled, picking one leg up to prop her bare foot on the rock beneath her, better balancing herself while allowing both girls easy access to the lewd wellspring of drink she was providing.

Aloradelle lunged for it quickly, her big blue eyes still focused on Mara while her tongue stroked up along that huge cock, letting the wine trickle down her tongue and into her mouth while also sampling the sweet, musky taste of the throbbing flesh beneath. The draenei youth was a little more shy, her cheeks reddening intensely - besides a small kiss from her mother and shyly fondling Elli’s dick, she was still inexperienced, nowhere near the minx that the party’s healer had revealed herself to be. To have her face this close to a dick this big was both exhilarating and terrifying, but after a moment she finally let her tongue snake out, closing her eyes and taking a shy, affectionate lap at one of Mara’s smooth, pale violet balls. She could feel the strong, dark wine pooling in her tongue and she swallowed it, letting out a little coo as she dragged her tongue upward, taking a long lick along the side of the brewmaster’s massive rod that mirrored Alora’s own affectionate licking.

“Mmmphhh...” Alora moaned, her own eyes finally closing as well as she lapped upward, dragging her tongue back down before curling it around the tip of Mara’s wine-scented cock. One hand pressed up along the other elf’s sumptuous abs to gently paw at one bare breast, while the other wound around Nia’s waist playfully, lightly grabbing the young shaman’s perky, pliable butt as she licked and slurped at the big rod in front of her. Nia let out a little moan of her own at the grab, her breath picking up with excitement now, occasionally swallowing as her mouth filled with wine - and after a moment her tongue ascended, lips pressing and suckling at the head of Mara’s dick just as Alora was doing the same.

The two girls’ lips met once more and held there, their soft murmurs of excitement combining into a single sound as they made out, squishing their chests forward to flank both pairs of small tits on either side of Mara’s cock, squishing up and down along it lightly. While it could only be considered a titfuck at all with one on each side (any less would simply be ineffective), Mara bit her lower lip hard, stifling an anxious moan. Tilting back a little, she kept her eyes on the two, watching them hungrily kiss each other again, and poured another stream of wine into her own mouth before letting the cask flow over those two conjoined, cavorting pairs of lips, tongues sliding and swirling around one another as the wine trickled into their mouths, back down along Mara’s cock again to provide a sort of sweet, sticky lubricant for their gentle grinding against it.

“O-ohh fuck,” Mara groaned, her own breath picking up now as she watched the two kiss and squirm against her, her own cock ragingly hard now and increasingly wanting more. “Hey girls... why don’t you climb up here with me...?” Grinning, she took one more draw from the keg and tossed it, empty, into the water beside her, leaning back on one arm and waiting for the pair to take up her offer. To her delight, they quickly did, their hot kiss calming down and their attention turning more fully back to the night elf.

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” the half-whisper, half-purr from Aloradelle was muffled at the end as the high elf pulled upwards, licking up along Mara’s cock, along her lean belly and up across one nipple, drawing up out of the water and locking her lips firmly to the monk’s in a renewed kiss. She wiggled to carefully reposition herself, draping one leg around Mara’s side while keeping the other lowered, so that she was straddling the kaldorei’s thigh - kissing her deeply while pressing her small breast to Mara’s bigger one, their nipples colliding playfully. Then too, did another mismatched pair make contact as Alora gently squished her stiff, tiny pale cock into the bigger elf’s, rocking up against it while the two kissed.

Nianei just stared in amazement for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest and her eyes locked on the sensuous display, water trickling over both bodies as the two elves hungrily kissed and rubbed, moaning and whimpering into one another’s mouths. This wasn’t their first time having sex - even with each other - but Nia found herself panicking for how to join in. Did Mara even want her to join in? Maybe she was-

The young draenei let out a little squeak, tail swishing frantically in the water and creating small splashes as the kiss between the two elves broke, Mara turning a lustful gaze down to the naked shaman still half-immersed in the clear pool. “You coming?” she said, offering a small smile and extending her hand. Nia reached out, taking it gently, lips slightly parted as she was drawn up out of the water and into the monk’s lap, straddling her thigh in a similar position to Alora.

A warm gasp escaped the young shaman’s lips as Mara pressed them against her own, stealing a long, hot kiss that was a little more soothing, a little more gentle than the one she’d given to Alora, like she knew Nia needed somewhat more delicate treatment. Both hands slid down on either side, draping around both girls’ slim hips and holding them gently to her lap, Nia and Alora flanking her now. The night elf tilted her head from side to side, stealing eager kisses from both - both of her firm boobs were now squished inward by the pressing chests of the other two girls, nipples hidden from any outside viewer as they were gently rubbed and twiddled at by their opponents. Mara’s monolithic girlcock, already agonizingly hard before tugging both girls up into her lap, was now throbbing anxiously with need as it, too, was rubbed and sawed against by two smaller satellites.

“B-by the Naaru...” Nia breathed softly, panting from the last hard kiss to her lips, watching the two elves kiss now. Her body was tingling like it never had, the way she slid and rubbed her naked form into Mara’s, feeling both elves’ hands sliding up and down her back and butt, rubbing and caressing her soft, pale blue skin. She kept watching the other two girls tongue-wrestle, her breath heating up as she thrust her petite hips forward, grinding her hard blue girldick against Mara’s massive purple one. She could feel it pulsating under her own shaft, could feel Alora’s tiny one slipping and sliding around it from the other side, occasionally brushing along Nia’s own. “You’re so big....”

“Thanks for noticing,” Marastaris breathed softly, pulling away from Alora’s pale pink lips and leaving a little saliva trail as she turned, kissing the young draenei again. This was different and definitely exciting, pleasurable in its own gentle, teasing way - the warmth of these two sleek beauties cuddling into her sides, their wet girlcocks rubbing and grinding into her own. She began to slowly rock her own hips up, biting her lip and looking down, breaking away from both pairs of lips to watch as those two cute dicks pressed and rubbed into her own. Droplets of precum mixed with the flow from the waterfall just behind her, making the rubbing easy and smooth, effortless, skin gliding against skin as the girls got more restless, rocking their hips eagerly forward. Mara could feel both tight, perky backsides rubbing along her thighs, feel their breasts sliding and pushing into her own chest... the intensity of it starting to cloud her thoughts....

The monk was shocked from her state of almost tranquil ecstasy when she felt Nia seize her lips in a hard kiss, and the sound of heated moans filtered back in through her ears as the two girls rocked against her, three cocks rubbing and sliding together in an elaborate bouquet of pleasure. The young draenei was spasming against her now, tail thrashing wildly behind her as she rocked forward harder, gasping into Mara’s lips, seeming to steal the kiss out of sheer desperation as she shook and trembled. Her rigid little cock surged and pulsated, once, then twice, then a third time, pump after pump of hot sticky seed squirting out to coat the other two shafts and a bit of Alora’s belly, who reacted with a pleased giggle.

“H-holy smokes...” Nia panted, her cheeks deeply flushed now, though the light misting of water seemed to be keeping her fairly cool. “That was....”

“Fun?” Alora grinned, leaning across to smooch and nibble at the younger girl’s lower lip, grabbing her cock gently and giving it a few slow, teasing strokes. She herself was definitely not finished though, still grinding hungrily into Mara, who was getting increasingly restless herself. “Not done, are you?”

“I... I think I am... I feel so... whew...” Nia said with a few light-headed blinks, her head bobbing a little bit as she leaned into Mara’s shoulder, cuddling loosely to her side. “Can... can you two...?”

“Keep going?” the priestess chuckled. “We aren’t going to stop just because you got off, love. But your mom isn’t watching, so maybe you can get a closer look this time while Mara fucks me.”

“Oh, how she takes that for granted,” Mara teased, giggling. “What makes you think I’d wanna fuck you, quel’dorei?”

“I don’t remember asking.” Alora smirked, licking her lips and stealing one last quick kiss from Nia before shifting her position, getting fully in Mara’s lap now and winding one arm around the young draenei’s waist, keeping her close by as she straddled the monk, easing her backside down onto the rigid, throbbing cock still ravenously standing at attention between those perfect pink thighs.

Nia nuzzled lightly into Alora’s soft blonde hair, watching as the high elf began to eagerly mount the bigger girl beneath her. She wanted to see this, though, and this time she wanted to see it up close. Alora was right - her mom wasn’t watching. No getting scolded for this. And if she was ever going to get... ermm... fucked, like Alora was going to, she should know what she was in for.

Sliding down a little, the shamaness gave Mara’s freed breast a shy kiss, then drifted back down into the water - cooling off a little more while also getting a better view of the way Mara’s huge cock was sandwiched between the priestess’s delicate buttcheeks, the tip pressing inward ever so slightly as Alora playfully rocked back and forth down onto it. Would it be okay if I... interfered? she wondered quietly, biting her lower lip and reaching up, lightly helping to spread Alora’s petite cheeks and giving her a beautiful view of the pale pink star between them, along with the smooth, small pouch of her hairless balls and the patch of slightly puffy flesh between them.

Her tongue snaked out almost of its own accord, tracing tenderly along that tiny entrance and watching it flex and quiver under the attention. “Ohh, you bad girl,” Alora purred, arching her back a little as she began to sink down, using the little bit of extra lubricant to sink down onto the slick, throbbing rod of meat that was Mara’s massive elven girlcock.

The priestess’s eyes fluttered and a little half-whimper, half-gasp of pure satisfaction burst free from her lips as she felt Mara’s dick push into her ass, spreading her sweetly apart. She hadn’t had the monk inside of her since the Wailing Caverns and she’d been thinking about it ever since - and it was exactly as good as she remembered it. Due to the - at times challenging - size of her own penis Alora had adapted very well to getting the majority of her sexual pleasure from behind, and as such it didn’t take long before she’d slid down a bit deeper on that massive shaft, letting it fill her up and stretch her out. She leaned down to gently kiss Mara, tongue spiraling blissfully around the night elf’s as she rocked her hips up, then back down, moving in smooth, easy motions that matched and complimented Mara’s somewhat more relaxed upward pumps.

Nia watched enthralled, keeping her hands on the perky globes of Alora’s butt and keeping them spread, finally getting her perfect moment to observe uninterrupted, staring as that huge pink cock spread that little hole out around it, stretching Alora just enough to sink in deep. She watched as that tight hole clenched and rolled around it, doing its best to adjust to each thrust - but with Aloradelle’s degree of anal experience it was only a few moments before that big thing was pushing in and out smoothly, driving upward like this throbbing juggernaut, a pleasure-piston that was pulsing against every one of the high elf’s sweet spots.

As if entranced, Nia leaned in to lightly roll her tongue up along the monk’s smooth, tight sack, licking up along the base of her cock and then spiraling around the stuffed rim of Alora’s asshole as it was deeply, sweetly fucked, tasting the entire experience even as she watched it and listened to it. Absorbing the event in every way but one, and increasingly beginning to wonder which side she’d rather be on. Would she rather be Mara, driving her thick, pulsing shaft into that tight hole, feeling it quiver and give in to her rough, rapid, lustful thrusts? Or would she prefer to be Alora, back arched, her blonde hair spilling down her back as her entire slender body was rocked by hard pumps, her tiny cock bobbing and weeping little pearly tears of precum as her anus was crammed full. The two were fucking harder and faster now, finding a smooth, easy, satisfying rhythm that kept getting quicker, more restless and only occasionally interrupted by a blissful squeal, spurred on by Nia’s unexpected little “interventions.”

“By the L-Light by the Liiiiiiiiight-t-t- LightLightLightLightffFfuUUUCkkkKk!!” Alora shrieked, her eyes squeezing shut and then snapping open wide, her mouth forming into an “O” of ecstasy. Nia stared in amazement, listening to Mara’s own frantic groans of pleasure, as pump after pump of hot, thick elven spunk began to shoot into Alora’s tight, clinging hole, leaking out around the big, throbbing invader and trickling down the length of Mara’s shaft, between her balls - only to be gently, curiously licked up by the spectating draenei.

“Mnnn...” Nia cooed, swallowing a little and then licking again, trailing her tongue up and down that cock before swirling it back around Alora’s stuffed and creampied hole, letting it pool in her tongue before swallowing that down as well. “That was so cool....”

“T-that’s what you said last time,” Mara giggled lazily, panting from her climax and wrapping her arms around Alora’s slim waist, the priestess having collapsed forward against her chest. “You have fun, Ni?”

The shaman nodded, maybe a little too fast, chewing her lip. “Maybe next time, erm....”

“Maybe next time you can take Alora’s spot, eh?” Mara grinned.

“Yeah, maybe,” Nianei whispered, her blush returning to her face, followed by a little smile. “Maybe I can help fight the final boss next time, too.”

“Well we’ll see about that, then, won’t we? We’ve still got a hell of a lot of dungeons ahead of us.”

Chapter Text

“Mara! Bubble-bomb!”

With Elli’s imp wasted and a truly alarming amount of evil, living trees having targeted Elli after a particularly attention-grabbing chaos bolt, things were looking bad for the dungeonrunners. The warlock panicked, staggering backwards, turning and fleeing as quickly as she could as the deciduous legion rampaged towards her, having completely forgotten the monk they were supposed to be focusing on. She lashed out with her staff desperately behind her, stumbling as she tried to race her way back to the entryway of Dire Maul in an outright failure of morale.

At Alora’s call, however, that monk nodded grimly, tightening her knuckles around the haft of her staff. “Bubble me,” she growled, and a corona of pale golden light immediately sprung up around her, encapsulating her. The shield wouldn’t last forever, but it’d be necessary for the onslaught of wooden limbs that were about to come her way. This wouldn’t be her first bubble-bomb to save a party member.

Kicking nimbly off of her bare feet, Marastaris launched herself into a roll - Nia sidestepping quickly out of the way as the monk stampeded into the dense, lethal forest. A rapid whirlwind of kicks sent her springing into the fray, knocking away limbs and branches as she insinuated herself into the mob of creatures hunting down the fleeing warlock. A rapid series of strikes with her feet and staff, and Mara rolled forward once more, now positioning herself between the treants and Ellivieve. Alora’s shield was still taking most of the damage. Good.

Letting out a primal shout that drew a bit more attention her way, Mara grabbed one of the rotgut-filled gourds hanging from the end of her staff, tossing it to shatter at the feet of the angry trees and coating them in the liquid. “Lua! Hit it with fire!” she shouted, turning and ducking away from the explosion she knew was soon to come - and just hoping Alora’s shield took the brunt of it.

“Coming right up,” the draenei replied from her flanking position of to the side, comfortably turreted within a cluster of totems. Her hands raised up above her head, causing her breasts to lift up impressively along with them, and sparks of volcanic energy began to swirls around her fingertips, building, forming into something catastrophic before being launched outward in a bolt of searing magma. The booze (and the living wood beneath it) caught fire almost instantly, creating a wave of light and heat that sent Mara sprawling, rolling for cover as the wind was knocked out of her.

It was only now that Ellivieve turned back towards the fray, catching her breath and letting loose with a volley of the fastest spells she had, launching more flame at the already-burning treants, which began to scatter before Nianei charged back into the fight, wind encircling her hands and weapons as she began to hack and chop into the massive horde from every angle, sending them clustering back together, bringing them into proximity for a massive, arcing burst of lightning from her mother.

“Who the fuck pulled?!” Alora gasped out, rushing to the groaning night elf as Nia bashed apart the last few straggling creatures, now mounded into a massive heap of ash and scorched wood in the center of this long, darkened hallway. The high elf sent a few streaks of light from her delicate fingertips, streaming into Mara’s body and allowing the monk to groan back up into a sitting position, brushing ash and bits of burning leather off of her body.

There was silence for a long moment, nobody answering the question - despite Elli looking guilty about getting swarmed, she didn’t take responsibility for the surge of attention that the group had gotten from just about every corner of the tunnel. The youngest of the group, the culprit of this kind of debacle would usually be Nia... but likewise, the shaman stood straight, glancing blankly to the other members of the party.

“I... think I did,” a quiet, sheepish voice finally came from an unexpected source; the chesty, elder draenei, now fidgeting humbly with her headband. “I didn’t think the chain lightning would arc that far.”

“I need a fucking drink,” Mara grunted, rubbing soot out of her eyes and popping a second flask off of her staff, taking a long swig from it. “That was way too hard for a trash fight.”

“I need a second to get this little bastard back, too,” the warlock murmured, tucking a frayed strand of her sleek black hair behind her ear, taking a seat on the ground next to the night elf and fishing through her pack for a fresh soul shard. “He’s always so fussy after I let him die,” she said of her imp, withdrawing a brush and a strange box of occult paints, starting to draw a tiny binding circle on the ground in front of her.

She, too, was littered with scrapes and cuts, which began to slowly heal after Alora approached her from behind, a few fast, simple healing spells rippling out from her hands and into the pale human’s body, causing the minor wounds to start closing. “Are you going to be okay?” the priestess asked softly, her voice raising an octave, playing the part of the caregiver as best she could.

“I’ll be okay, yeah. Stupid mistake. Shouldn’t have even used a spell that big against trash,” Elli paused, sighing, then starting to brush the binding design back into the ground.

Aloradelle straightened back up to her full (if meager) height, stretching a little and glancing around. If this stupid dungeon wasn’t so long and labyrinthine and filled with switchbacks, this might not have happened, but it looked like they’d gotten past it. Elli was mending fast, Mara seemed to be fine and was already a few swigs deep into her flask of pungent-smelling wine, the intimidatingly dark red color of it staining her lips. She herself had been safely out of harm’s way, and Lua - where was Lua?

Her soft-booted feet crunching through the fallen boughs and twigs of the party’s fallen assailants, Alora left the two resting women and started to wander through the enormous stone hall of Dire Maul, making her way towards the door that the group was supposed to be making their way towards. The sound of voices caused the quel’dorei to pause and glance to her side, past a few stationary, seemingly non-threatening trees that mysteriously managed to survive in this unlit corridor. Two voices speaking in a soft language Alora recognized, but did not speak: draenei.

Moving deeper into the thicket, the source of the voices became more clear than it already had been - Luasha was seated on the ground, tail tucked behind her, head hung down in shame as her daughter attempted to console her. That, at least, was what Alora was able to infer, considering that she very much did not speak the strange, alien language the two shamans shared. “Luasha? What’s up?” the priestess murmured, moving around the two draenei to face them from the front, one hand on her slender hip.

“Zei me epodo’eiros, I...” the seated woman stammered, looking down awkwardly. “I’m sorry.” Luasha took a deep breath before glancing up, her silver eyes filled with shame. It was the first time Lua had made that kind of mistake, and it was easy enough to do, especially considering how volatile shamanic abilities could be. Still, she seemed to be taking it harder than expected. “I didn’t mean to get anyone hurt.”

“Everyone’s fine, Lua,” the priestess said softly, tilting her head to the side as she regarded the draenei. Honestly, if it weren’t for her generally demure attitude and more... mature physique, it was impossible to tell that the draenei woman was any older than the rest of the group. She only even looked older than Nianei because the pigtailed shaman looked especially young. “Though we’re definitely lucky. With a pull like that, someone could have gotten seriously wounded. Or worse.”

“Can’t you see she feels bad enough?” Nia hissed, one hand on her mom’s shoulder as she darted an angry look towards the high elf.

“Yes, I can, which is why I’m not pushing it any further.” Aloradelle took a deep breath before hiking her robes up a bit and kneeling down in front of the two draenei, brushing a little of her bobbed, pale blonde hair from her soft, aquamarine eyes. “Right now I’m more concerned about you. We’ve all made this mistake before, but you’re taking this really hard. Is something going on, Lua?”

“No. Nothing... nothing new,” the older draenei sighed, glancing to her other teammates back in the middle of the tunnel. “I’ve just seen far too many- I’ve lost too many people.” Luasha fidgeted a little, both Alora and her daughter looking at her in silence for a long moment, wondering if the shaman would elaborate in some way. She didn’t.

“Mom, this isn’t the Exodar. We can take care of ourselves,” Nia whispered, pulling up and sitting beside her mother, wrapping her arms around the duskier draenei in a gentle hug, offering a smile. While she was too young to remember all the details of the crash, she remembered that a lot of people hadn’t... well, made it out okay. One of those people, Nia knew, included her other parent, one she couldn’t remember. “You still have family left. You still have me.”

“And you still have me,” Alora smiled, glancing to Nia and then back to the wavy-haired shaman, crawling a little closer until her light frame was almost mounted on Lua’s lap. “We may not share blood, but we’re still family. We’ve been together since Goldshire, and that’s longer than I can say about anyone I share blood with, yeah?”

Luasha paused for a long time, blinking, looking back and forth between the two smaller girls, then back to Mara and Elli at the entrance of the hall. It seemed to click, for a moment, a feeling of connectedness, one she hadn’t felt in so long she’d forgotten how much it felt just like this. “We kind of are family, aren’t we? In our... strange... way.”

“In our crazy, bloody, sexy, fucked-up way,” Alora said, her pale lips curling up into a wide, genuine smile. She crawled up a little more, fully in Lua’s lap now and pushing the draenei back a bit, nuzzling aggressively into the warm, tender skin of her neck and cheek. “And since we’re all family here....”

“Oh no,” Nia intoned.

“...Maybe I can help take your mind off of what happened, huh?” Alora straddled Lua’s decadent hips and leaned down into her, her soft lips pressing into the draenei’s tender blue ones in a long, surprising smooch that made Luasha’s eyes fly open. Despite doing her best to be the moral support for the team, Alora’s ideas of smoothing over problems often seemed to go the same way. Either that or she just took any excuse to get what she already wanted.

“Mmphh- I- wait-” the older draenei murmured between soft smooches, insistent but not forceful. She sat up a little, a deep flush coming to her cheeks as she glanced from Alora to her daughter, then back. “We can’t... I mean, Nia’s only-”

“-A grown up, mother,” Nianei replied bravely. “Besides, it’s not like I haven’t already, kinda... y’know... with Alora.”

“Exactly. We’re all friends, here,” Alora cooed, sitting up a little and wrapping her arm around Nia, pulling the younger shaman close against her and giving her a long, tender kiss of her own, though her lips were now beginning to heat from the rising fire within her. It didn’t take long to get the priestess’s libido up to volatile levels, and it looked like it was already about there as she sensuously undulated in Lua’s skirted lap, hungrily kissing and nibbling at the innocently parted lips of the woman’s own daughter. “Actually,” she purred, pausing the kiss as she glanced back down to Luasha, biting her bottom lip deliberately and cocking her head to the side in a cute, playful pose. “This gives me an idea.”

“Oh no,” Nia repeated, breathless from that hard kiss.

“What?” the high elf said with perverse feigned innocence. “If we’re all family, why should blood be the one thing that separates us, right? Actually, I’ll tell you what.” Alora sat back in Luasha’s lap, purposefully putting her weight down against the swollen bump she felt beneath that mysteriously protective shaman’s skirt, grinding her petite backside against the big blue cock she knew was under there, just waiting for her. “We can make a fun little game out of it. You two do something I want to see... and I’ll do something for you.”

“What... ehhm, what exactly would you want to see?” Lua said awkwardly, ashamed of herself for even allowing the concept to go this far. Nianei was her daughter, after all, and she’d been trying to protect her from anything this lewd... not that she’d really been succeeding at that. From the influences of the succubus, to Mara, to Alora herself, it was starting to seem more and more like Nia’s innocence no longer really existed to protect. Glancing to the girl now, she was blushing just as hard as Lua was, if not more.

“Start with something small,” Alora purred. “I kissed the two of you, so you should kiss each other. I’m sure you kiss your daughter all the time, Lu. Just pretend she’s about to go to bed.”

“And what do we get if we do it?” the younger draenei said softly, chewing her lip and keeping her attention fully on the high elf.

“I’ll get naked. Head to toe.” the priestess cooed, just a hint of smugness in her voice.

Nia glanced to her mother, heart racing in her chest. What Alora said was true; her mother had kissed her plenty over the course of her life. Usually not on the lips, but... that was just a detail, right? Why did she feel different, then? Ever since the encounter with Devah, seeing her mom like that, it had awakened a strange feeling in the younger draenei that she’d never quite managed to entirely dispel. An image of her as a different kind of person. Not a mother, but... but a woman. “No sweat, right?” she said, trying to hide the quaver in her voice. “We kissed once, for Mara, remember?”

“I... I mean, I was drinking, but...” Luasha said softly, glancing back to an expectant Alora, a wide, predatory grin on the blonde elf’s face. Even if she was trying to hide it, the feeling of the priestess squirming in her lap was more than a little exciting, and getting Alora naked on top of her was definitely worth making a... small sacrifice, right? “Alright. Come here, honey.”

Alora put her fingers to her lips to stifle a hyper little giggle, eyes wide to catch everything as the two draenei leaned toward each other, their soft lips touching, then lingering, both women closing their eyes as they gently kissed each other. The embrace wasn’t as lewd as Alora might have liked, but made up for that in its sweetness and cuteness; it was long, tender, non-invasive, but what it definitely wasn’t was a goodnight kiss. The way it lingered precluded that... as did the very soft moan that rumbled forth from Nia’s chest before she pulled away.

“Th-there,” Nia said softly, swallowing the lump in her throat as she turned her gaze back to Alora. She was shaking. “Your turn.”

“Gladly,” the priestess said with a smirk, sitting up a bit and drawing up the hem of her flimsy white robes, pulling them up over her head and revealing her streamlined figure inch by inch, her nearly-flat chest, stiff nipples like pink pearls sitting atop her smooth, delicate skin. Peeling off her gloves and tossing them aside, Alora gradually leaned forward, her face intimately close to Luasha’s as she hooked her thumbs in her panties, slowly peeling them down along her small, pert backside. “Oooh, look at this,” she purred, sitting back in Lua’s lap fully and spreading her legs apart like the petals of a flower, exposing her small, rigid girldick. “Look at how stiff the two of you got me. I’d say this game has been a success so far, don’t you?”

“It’s so cute,” Nia cooed, pulling up behind the elf and gently trailing her fingertips up along those smooth, slender sides, guiding her hands up to those small breasts, caressing along Alora’s perky nipples before having her hands suddenly and sharply slapped away.

“Ahem, I didn’t say you could touch,” Alora cooed, tilting her head back to steal a quick, hard kiss from the younger draenei, keeping her legs spread temptingly apart as she eagerly ground her rear back against Luasha’s swelling cock. “Haven’t you forgotten about our game? If you want to touch, you’ll have to do something for me.”

Nianei glanced back to the mother, biting her lip and releasing a small sigh. “What do we have to do?”

“Get your mom’s robe off... and grab her tits. Fondle them, feel them. And squish them together for me.”

The two aliens exchanged quick glances, and the elder among them finally gave a little nod. “It’s okay, sweetheart; I don’t mind. It’s not like they’re anything new to you, anyway. You used to suck on them constantly as a baby, after a-”

“-Mom!!”

“Well, you did,” Lua insisted, then let out a little squeak as Alora hiked up her skirt, assisting Nia in the task of undressing her mother by lifting up the other half of her robe. Lua planted her hooves to her sides, knees up to flank the high elf and keep her snugly in place, now showing off the simple white linen of her undergarments and the impressively stiff bulge beneath them. Hooves gave way to long legs and thick, soft thighs, reaching out to wide hips that gave Alora a comfortable place to nestle her own small backside, grinding back lustfully along that swelling bulge.

Nia was only just behind, taking the hint, her breath rising in her chest as she anticipated what was soon to come, knowing how scandalous things could very well become here. She took the lifted edges of her mother’s robes and continued to draw them upwards, slipping them up and over Lua’s head and letting loose a waterfall of long, deep violet curls. Tossing the robe to join Alora’s, the younger draenei licked her lips, peeking over her mom’s shoulder to see the tremendous orbs of soft flesh that Alora was already visibly appreciating.

They were so big, easily eclipsing Mara’s and outright dwarfing Nia’s own, though like the rest of Luasha’s immortal body they had ignored the effects of age completely, remaining full, buoyant, flawless. Nia was supposed to touch them, play with them. She didn’t anticipate how much she’d want to.

“Light above, those are even better than I’d imagined,” Alora whispered while Nianei hesitantly began to reach around her mother’s body from behind, very lightly cupping her hands along the smooth blue skin of her underbreast, lifting them a little, testing their weight and their firmness. Grinning, the high elf continued, reaching out to trace her fingertips along the shaman‘s nipples. “You know I still hadn’t seen you naked up until now, Luasha? I heard from Elli that these things got the fucking of a lifetime from her little mistake with the succubus.”

“I did what I... nn... had to do...” Lua groaned quietly, wincing as she felt Alora gently tease her nipples, Nia’s hands tenderly rubbing and sliding along her delicate skin. Visibly sensitive, the way the older draenei whined and wiggled - and further stiffened beneath Alora’s insistently grinding bare bottom - had the high elf grinning ear to ear with predatory dominance. “...For my daughter....”

“Well, I may not be hung like a succubus, but with your daughter’s help I’m gonna be doing the same thing,” Alora purred, scooting her weight forward and off of Lua’s aching girlcock, leaving it outlined, throbbing, against the fabric of her panties. Instead of further teasing that hard shaft, Alora pressed her own small one in the valley of cleavage that Lua’s remarkable breasts presented, placing her hands on the draenei’s shoulders now and relying on Nia to do the dirty work. “Nia, sweetie, can you press your mom’s tits around my dick?”

“Why does everyone want to put their penis between my breasts?!” Lua huffed, squirming back a little and laying her head against Nia’s chest, fully pinned between the two smaller girls.

“Because they’re fucking huge, Lu,” Alora grinned. “Not rocket science.”

Nianei’s fingers squished into that soft flesh, not just caressing now but groping, needing to feel more. She rubbed each massive breast in slow, rhythmic circles, her breath getting heavier as she squeezed them against each other, swiveling the smooth globes of flesh back and forth. She tried to pretend she was just doing what Alora said - squishing them together for the elf to play with - but she was relishing every second she felt those big orbs in her hands, squeezing and molesting them, occasionally teasing one big, deep azure nipple with an “accidental” brush of her finger or them. Each time, her mother would release a soft moan, so quick and so heated she obviously couldn’t hold it in. So sensitive....

“That’s perfect, Nia,” Alora purred, holding tight to the older draenei’s shoulders and thrusting her slim hips forward slowly, easing the small, rigid length of her dick into the snug valley those massive boobs offered and immediately letting out a soft cry of pleasure. The priestess didn’t use her dick much, not even when she masturbated; and now she was reminded of how unbearably sensitive it was when it was fully stiff. Childhood fantasies of rubbing her cock between a pair of big, soft tits came flooding back into her mind, but the adult in her was even more aroused by the fact that the sweet friction around her small shaft was being assisted by the woman’s own daughter. From the awkward expression and deep flush of Nia, the draenei teen was enjoying this far more than she should have been... and that made it even hotter.

For Luasha, there was less intent, less concentration. Conflict was present, as it was in Nia, but unlike her daughter Lua wasn’t exactly doing anything - merely having it done to her. Her mind was flooded with the pleasure sparking through her soft breasts and stiff nipples, the way her own offspring was rubbing and teasing them, groping her so hungrily. Alora’s eager grinding and rubbing into her cleavage was exciting but non-invasive, her little pale shaft becoming completely lost in a sea of sumptuous blue flesh... but nonetheless, the thrusting and the warmth and the increasing stickiness was making the older shaman more and more restless.

Her own cock had already been teased beyond bearing, and now the tip of it had managed to breach the waistband of her panties from all of her wiggling and squirming, her thick thighs squished together around her shaft in a desperate attempt to please herself. But though all of this was going through her mind and coursing through her body, she found herself almost paralyzed to act, chewing her bottom lip and whimpering lowly, letting out a quiet yelp or cry when her delicate nipples would be pulled or teased. Nia was growing bolder and bolder with them, and it was driving her wild... and only growing worse when Alora drew back, shifting to the side to lustfully grind her cock back and forth against one aching and milk-wet nub.

“N-Naaru, stop! I can’t take any more!” Lua gasped out, reaching around Alora’s waist to slowly rake her nails up along the priestess’s ass and back, though the outcry only made the elf more eager.

“Oh, what’s that? I hit a sweet spot, Lu?” she teased, sawing her hips forward to swat and bully that hard nip with her cock, a thin dribble of top cream visibly leaking from it now, creating a slick layer of milky whiteness on the underside of Alora’s throbbing girl-thing. “Leaking milk, too - is that what happens when a horny draenei gets too restless? Or is it just a mommy thing?”

“I... mrmm...” Luasha fussed quietly, turning her head to look away from the pesky elf but landing her gaze conspicuously on her daughter, who had now shifted her weight to the side, looking down at the scene unfolding, enraptured by it the same way she had been when she watched Mara fuck Alora in the Wailing Caverns. Her flush was deeper and hotter than ever as she watched the priestess rub and prod her petite cock against her mom’s breasts and nipples, spreading traces of milk along the older draenei’s soft skin as it began to leak from her more freely.

“It looks like someone wants to play,” Alora purred without waiting for Lua to finish, glancing Nia’s way. “You think you can take over here, darling? I think your mom needs some more... direct, attention.” Scooting back in Luasha’s lap a little, the elf reached behind her to firmly grab the waistband of the shaman’s panties, yanking them down in one smooth motion to send the draenei’s impressive blue girlcock bouncing forth, hard as adamantite and already sticky with the precum she’d been leaking. Alora wrapped her hand firmly around the base, giving it a firm squeeze before drifting her grip southwards, wrapping her fingers snugly around Luasha’s smooth balls and tightening them slowly, looking back to watch that rigid blue shaft pulsate anxiously in response. “Mmm... so big, too....”

“W-what do you... want me to do...?” Nia stammered, almost breathless from her own shy eagerness. She looked down to her mother’s chest, Lua propping herself up on her elbows now so those full, round globes had just enough of a natural hang to show off their size, one nipple already dripping. Down her smooth, soft belly - and past Alora’s perch on the bigger woman’s pelvis - was that huge dick, throbbing wildly as the elf teased and tormented the sack beneath it. Nia wanted to touch it, wanted to taste it, but she couldn’t. Couldn’t dare even ask. But... but if Alora told her to? If it was part of the game? Then the alien teen could get away with it... couldn’t she? “Sh-should I...?”

“Get naked, sweetheart, it’s unbecoming that you’re the only one with your armor still on,” Alora cooed. “And I wanna see how hard that dick’s gotten from playing with your mom’s boobs. Speaking of which,” the elf slid her hand back up, fingers tightening around Lua’s cock and giving it a few smooth, long strokes, scooting her rear back against it and starting to slowly grind against it with her butt, intently anointing her backside with the slick, clear substance that was all but coating Luasha’s shaft. Her other hand reached out to take one of the draenei’s big breasts firmly, giving it a squeeze that made Lua cry out in uncontrolled pleasure; and forced another little stream of milk to leak from her aching blue nub. “Why don’t you relieve a little of Lua’s pressure, huh? I’m sure it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve nursed from her before. In the meantime....”

Aloradelle shifted her slight weight backwards, breathing in deeply as she lifted herself, pressing her back entrance down snugly around the twitching, bobbing length between Luasha’s soft thighs. Actually penetrating herself with it took a moment of squirming and pushing, but she’d taken Mara in there before - not to mention various toys - so success was an inevitability that she audibly appreciated with a long, high-pitched sigh of satisfaction. “Mmn... nice and thick...” the elf cooed, closing her eyes for a moment as she sat down harder, lowering herself all the way into Luasha’s lap. Her legs remained spread, feet planted on either side of her and her milk-wet little dick pointing straight up. “O-oh fuck....”

Catching herself panting with her lips parted, Nia swallowed hard and sat up completely, starting to claw at her own mismatched segments of mail and leather armor, peeling them away and tossing them aside to reveal more and more of her delicate, pale blue skin, a little lighter than Luasha’s. As Alora had predicted, the teen shaman’s sapphire girlcock was harder than reaching exalted with the Hydraxian Waterlords, dwarfing the elf’s dick but pointedly smaller than her mother’s. “S-so... do I just...?” she murmured, adding her armor to the now heaping bundle of equipment and getting to her knees, crawling over to her mother’s side and lightly pawing at those soft breasts, just touching them at first, getting a feeling for them again, remembering how divinely tender and pillowy they were.

“Mmmn, yeah~” Alora cooed, sitting back in Luasha’s lap and biting her lower lip, slowly lifting her hips up before dropping back down, giving both mother and daughter a perfect view of every inch of hard blue dick that was being swallowed by the elf’s greedy backdoor. “Get your lips on her, Nia. Kiss her, nurse her. Suck those big tits until she cums inside me.” She lifted up again with a breathy moan, slamming her butt back down on Lua’s cock and burying the entire thing back into her, her own small rod flexing and bobbing with excitement each time she took that big thing up her ass. “Th-that is... if you want a turn with my butt too.”

Nia’s heart leaped in her chest more than she’d care to admit. Despite her... “playtime” with Elli, Mara, and Alora herself, she still had yet to ever be inside someone. She was technically a virgin, and it gave her the perfect excuse to go ahead with the elf’s request. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she looked down at her mother, drawing in close to her side and taking in the look of lustful excitement on her face, the way she flushed and squirmed, her hips starting to rock upward into Alora’s downward bounces. Lua turned, though, one moment before her daughter closed the distance between them, and their eyes met for just an instant before their lips touched again, then locked, embracing each other in a very different kiss than the one they’d been cajoled into sharing earlier. This one was long and intense, whimpering into one another’s mouths as their tongues extended, sliding along each other in a hard, hungry, sinful embrace between mother and daughter.

“H-holy fuUcking shit~” Alora groaned out, wincing with pleasure as she picked up the pace of her own shifting and hopping, planting her feet more firmly beside Lua’s hips as she slammed herself up and down on the draenei’s massive dick, her tight back entrance squeezing snugly around it, her own tiny shaft bouncing vertically with each drop of her weight. She was going faster now, almost frantic as she watched the two kiss, groping Luasha’s free breast while the other mashed against her daughter’s smaller chest. “Y-yes yes yes YES yes...!”

That intense kiss continued for a long moment as both draenei closed their eyes and simply melted into each other, Nianei’s arousal continuing to build while Lua’s degree of carnal satisfaction was reaching critical levels. Their kiss finally broke with a breathless moan as Nia dove down, smashing her lips against her mother’s breast and sucking one leaking nipple hard, whimpering around it as she licked and kissed at it, tasting that sweet, warm cream for the first time in nearly two decades. Her tail lashed behind her wildly, accidentally swatting Alora’s hip - for the moment it seemed like she’d completely broken past anything that had held her back. She was desperate, entirely dominated by her need, her lust. Tender lips suckled and smooched, pulling with her lips before locking that thick, creamy bud between her teeth and giving it a tiny yank.

“O-ow! No biting!” Lua gasped out, propping herself up on one elbow while her other arm wrapped around her daughter, holding her close to her breast, focusing on Nia for a moment while the priestess handled what was going on down below. “Be... be gentle... I....” the older shaman stammered, biting her lip and trying to hold in a low squeal of excitement and pleasure.

“I... I don’t wanna stop...” Nia murmured, stealing another small nibble and kiss before just nuzzling her face between her mom’s breasts, crawling over her front a little to grab the other nipple with her lips, suckling it greedily and feeling a new stream of milk drip past her lips, swallowing it greedily. “B-but... I want....”

“To be inside me?” the high elf interrupted, pausing her rough thrusting to swivel her hips in Lua’s lap. She was panting softly herself, now, her pale skin shimmering with a thin layer of sweat from her pleasurable workout, her short hair clinging to the back of her neck. “Naughty naughty, your mom’s not done with this hole yet.” Caressing her hand along the arch of Nia’s bare back, she stroked down to the girl’s perky blue ass before giving it a playful swat and squeeze. “Then again... you aren’t too big, and I’ve had bigger than Lu. Maybe....”

Wincing from the spank but instinctively swaying her rear from side to side, Nia took a little lick at the stream of milk dribbling down her mother’s breast, then pulled up to give the older woman another soft kiss. “What are you talking about, Alora?”

“One last round of the game,” she purred, taking Nia’s hand and pulling the younger girl upwards, kissing her gently before starting to rotate own body - swiveling so that while she was still in Lua’s lap (with the shaman’s twitching girldick still entrenched in her back passage), she was now facing away from her. “Both of your dicks inside me, at the same time.”

“But...” Lua began. “B-but that would-”

“Do you wanna cum in me or not?”

“But then our... we’ll be touching!” Nia exclaimed.

“That’s half the fun. And look on the bright side - since you’re so tall, there’s no reason for you two to stop kissing.” Alora grinned widely, straddling Lua’s lap again and sitting firmly in place, spreading her legs apart and tucking her balls upward with one hand, showing off the smooth, puffy flesh of her taint and the creamy, burbling ring of her stuffed hole, tensing, then relaxing it, inviting a second guest. “Come on, Nia. Don’t you want your first time to be special?”

Nia froze, opening her mouth to speak but just letting out a strangled little sound as she took in the scene of her mother’s thighs spread with Alora’s knees hooked over them, her huge cock buried in the elf’s tight ass. A snug, narrow hole that was now being offered to her. If she took the offer, if she fucked the priestess, right here and now, her dick would touch her mom’s, rub against it. Could she deal with that?

The young draenei finally began to pull a little closer when she felt Alora’s arms fold around her shoulders, drawing her near, nibbling tenderly at her lower lip. She let out a hesitant moan which then became a sudden squeal as a pair of more familiar hands gripped her hips, pulling her forward - and Nia felt for the first time, her cock touch her mother’s. “Start slow, sweetie,” she heard Lua whisper, her mother looking approvingly at her over Alora’s shoulder. Those hands were Luasha’s, and they were moving lower, gently grabbing her daughter’s ass and giving it a soft squeeze as Nia stammered and murmured incoherently.

Her unwillingness and uncertainty then began to grow blurry and indistinct, buried under her own desire and lust, her body aflame with sexual energy that demanded to be discharged. She felt her lips seized by the elf’s in a long kiss, tongue invading her mouth, stealing her breath, hands caressing along her back. The instant that kiss broke, Nia found herself leaning over the elf’s slender shoulder so that her lips could find her mother’s once again, kissing Luasha gently and finally starting to press her hips forward, prodding the tip of her precum-slick girlcock against the rim of Alora’s filled ass. She squirmed and pressed, feeling her mom’s bigger cock throb and flex beneath hers, and she wanted to be alongside it. Her hips shifted and moved, her cock searching, finally sliding up along Lua’s and following it, letting it guide her, and then forcing her way past Alora’s resistantly tight anus. Then, all at once, she wasn’t a virgin anymore - she may have been sharing the experience with her mother, but she was inside someone else, her cock enveloped by the priestess’s tight back entrance. “N-Naaru~~”

Letting out a ragged little squeal of satisfaction, Aloradelle tilted her upper body to the side a little, letting herself be cradled between the soft pillows of Luasha’s chest while also allowing herself to watch mother and daughter embrace so hungrily, so lovingly, their tongues playing and swirling around one another entirely free of instruction, their shafts joined inside of Alora’s accommodatingly pliable asshole. Trapped completely between the two draenei, she ceased her rocking and bouncing and let them take control of their pacing, stroking her hands down Nia’s shoulders, across her cute teen breasts and sliding down her body before reaching beneath her own thighs, grabbing her own buttcheeks and spreading them a little, allowing easier access to the two shafts thrusting into her backdoor. “Fuc-ckk fuck fuckkk... Light, this feels... better than I imagined it would... keep going....”

“Do you want to start going a little faster now, baby?” Lua whispered against her daughter’s lips, nibbling one tenderly in between words. Rather than wait for Nia’s stammered response, she tightened her grip on the younger shaman’s backside and pulled her forward with it rhythmically, helping Nia thrust a little harder into Alora, a little faster. The rhythm she kept in sync with her own thrusts upward, both shafts now sliding back and forth in an almost melodic tempo, a song to the percussion of the high elf’s escalating moans and whimpers.

“I-it feels so good...” Nia whimpered out, shuddering before her moan was stolen away by another kiss, her breasts squishing and sliding against Alora’s nearly-flat ones while she made out with her mom. It felt right, it felt... amazing, the way she could feel Lua’s throbbing cock slip back and forth along her own, two blue shafts drilling back and forth out of the elf’s tight ass while they rewarded that generosity by giving Alora a ravenously incestuous show, lips locked in a chorus of moans and whines while their hips thrust forward in tandem, ramming into her ass again and again, faster and faster, groping and rubbing along their soft skin as they shared a single snug elven hole.

“Hh-hahhahhh... hhnn... nnnffffpphhnnfffuuckck...!” Alora groaned out absently, forming less and less words as her eyes rolled back into her head, breath caught in her throat as those two cocks ruthlessly punished her tight ass for its hubris, stretching and railing her faster and faster and faster, filling her with hard cock before finally flooding her with hot cum. She was nearly deafened by those two needy screams, lips still locked as mother and daughter hit orgasm at the same time, tongues rolling and dragging passionately along each other as they shared their moment of ecstasy, pumping a sizzling volley of thick, sticky cum-blasts into the clenched, spasming hole that had been so vain to invite them both in at once. Alora’s own climax was only a second or two behind, her cock untouched but nonetheless erupting from the party in her ass, unable to resist the way those two big blue shafts ground and rammed against her prostate with each wild thrust into her butt.

There was just panting after that; soft panting and cooing, for a long moment. Alora felt the occasional soft kiss or nibble at her throat or chest or ear before the two shamans would embrace each other once again, unable to stay away from one another. They stayed inside of her for a long time, saturating in their own hot seed as it burbled and dripped from Alora’s satisfied hole, three bodies slick with sweat and other fluids, cooing and kissing and caressing.

“That w-was...” Nia began.

“Shhh,” Lua tenderly silenced her, kissing her again before laying back entirely, wrapping her arms around both smaller girls and holding their heads to her chest, cradling them softly while keeping poor Alora blissfully corked on both of their contentedly-pulsing shafts. “No words. Not yet.” She let her eyes drift shut again, then, feeling a pair of lips find her nipple once again, knowing they belonged to her thirsty daughter - then emitting a small coo of approval when she felt another mouth find her other tit, cautious at first, curious, then attaching and beginning to suckle.

This was the most fun she’d had since... since the Exodar, it had to have been. Maybe this team was like her new family, after all. What questions that arose about her relationship with Nia she didn’t currently want to ask.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

“Holy fuck are we gonna finish this dungeon or not?” Mara proclaimed drunkenly.

“I know, like, one close call doesn’t call for an hour-long nap, does it? A rest is cool and everything, but we still have bosses left to finish.”

“Exactly! Bosses! And loot! And, um... prestige,” the night elf continued to slur. “And for the last time Elli NO YOU CAN’T KISS ME. I mean unless you wanna.” A brief pause, then. “Hey. Hey Elli.”

“...What?”

“Do you wanna kiss?”

Chapter Text

Stratholme had been... trying, so far. Hordes of the undead seemed to flock to the noble Dungeonrunners in droves; pushing, yanking, scratching, biting. Arcing flashes of lightning from Luasha and gushing waves of fel flame from Ellivieve swept over the ever-advancing city of the dead and damned, while Marastaris and Nianei stood back-to-back in the center of the swarm, tilting and shifting to interpose the monk in front of the more dangerous threats. Streak upon streak of white light blazed from the outstretched hands of Aloradelle, causing a chain-reaction of healing bursts to course through both of the two women in the greatest danger.

“Boost me!” Nia shouted out as she slammed her slim, flame-engulfed hammer through the skull of the last oncoming zombie, tilting to face the hulking, lumbering abomination stampeding its way towards the group.

“You got it,” Mara nodded, tossing up a small keg of volatile moonshine and then launching it forward with a quick wheel-kick, sending it smashing into the gurgling monstrosity’s open, gaping belly. In one single motion, then, the green-haired elf rolled backwards, keeping low so that Nia could hop her light weight up onto the monk’s back. At the instant that the shaman leapt off, Mara tilted and shoved upward, rocketing Nianei forward in a twirling, dual-weapon attack that sent gouts of flame and lightning streaming behind her figure. Axe and hammer hit in one huge strike, a thunderclap sounding as steel and the elements became one, the keg of rotgut in the creature’s rotting gut exploding from the blazing nimbus of fire and wind.

As the stitched-together mountain of offal that composed the creature’s body rocketed back into the nearest building, it was chased by a screaming green bolt of agony from Ellivieve, blackening its remnants against the decaying wood walls of what appeared to be an old smithy. This area of the city, for the moment at least, appeared to be clear.

“Everyone alright?” Alora immediately said, rushing up to the others and doing a quick check for injuries. “No scratches? Bites?”

“Never got touched,” Nia beamed proudly, tucking her weapons back into their respective belt loops and withdrawing a cloth from her pack to wipe away the blackened blood splatters from her short, sleeveless mail jerkin. “Mara?”

“Nothing a drink can’t take care of,” the night elf smirked back, cracking her neck and slinging her staff back over her shoulder. “We’ve gotten through tighter squeezes than that - not even counting Alora’s ass.”

“Hah hah,” the high elf retorted dryly. “Light forbid I try to make sure you’re okay.”

“Hey, it was a compliment,” Mara chuckled, placing her staff behind her shoulders as a rack to stretch her back with. “I could use a rest, though. There’s a lot of this city left to go through, and there’s an empty inn a block back.”

“But won’t that be so... dirty?” Luasha piped up, tucking her shield onto her back as she clopped over to meet the others. “This place has been left to the Scourge for so long....”

Mara shrugged. “Guess we’ll just have to check it out and see.”

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

With boarded windows, filthy floors, and a kitchen that should under no circumstances be gazed upon by human eyes, the Star’s Rest Inn was only tolerable by association. In contrast to the corpse-strewn cobblestone of Stratholme’s streets without, the rotting little tavern felt like a royal suite. The rooms were even in passable repair, one of which Ellivieve retired to only moments after arriving.

Sitting heavily at the edge of the bed, Elli let out a quiet hiss of conflicted annoyance. Something had been plaguing her since the beginning of this particular dungeon - the knowledge that, in addition to the roving flocks of undead, there were human necromancers and other such threats. Threats that a succubus could seriously come in handy for dealing with.

“Zak tip glak-tozz?” her imp babbled, prancing over to her and looking up at the black-robed warlock. Elli merely waved her hand in response, a burbled squeal of demonic protest sounding out as the imp was dismissed. She knew what she should do, what she was supposed to do. But trying to summon another succubus would bring the same one to her - once again she’d need to deal with Devah, and the demoness had easily outwilled and overpowered her in their encounter in the Stormwind Stockades.

What if she failed again? What if she released the succubus, couldn’t control it? What if someone got hurt? Sighing out through her nose, the raven-haired warlock slung her pouch from off of her hip and dug through it, withdrawing one of her books on demonic summons. Maybe she could avoid summoning Devah altogether. Fire was good against zombies, right? Maybe the imp would be all she needed. Maybe.

“Elli? Can I come in?”

The human girl stiffened and blinked, shoving the book back into its bag and turning to dart her gaze toward the intruder to the room she’d chosen to isolate herself in. Nianei. Could be worse. “Ummm... are we leaving so soon? I thought we were taking some time to rest.”

Nia tilted her head briefly, then shook it no. “Nah, Mara’s on a mission to get enough booze in her that she forgets how terrified of ghosts she is,” the draenei said, a small smile touching her soft lips before she lifted up a little black bundle of cloth. “Mom sent me to bring you this. She’s been working on it for a while - she figured after you lost that robe last dungeon, you might want something that isn’t fraying at the hem.”

“Ohh. I almost forgot your mom sews,” Elli responded coolly, reaching out to take the bundle and finding it wonderfully smooth and luxurious to the touch, jet-black and color but oddly... light in weight, for a robe. Unfurling the bundle and holding it out in front of her, the warlock blinked as she laid her dark, red-tinged brown eyes on the entire finished piece of work. Black, clingy, and distinctly lacking in sleeves, skirt, or even leggings. “This... is a leotard?”

“It’s mageweave!” Nia beamed. “She’s been working on it since Scholomance. Do you like it?”

“It’s kind of... um,” Elli cleared her throat, looking from the scanty piece of 'armor' to the pigtailed draenei. “Revealing. Is all.”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Nia giggled. “Come on, at least try it on. I’m sure you’ll look amazing in it.” At the human girl’s pause, Nia relented. “I won’t even peek! Promise!” she continued, with every intention of peeking.

Narrowing her eyes, Elli let out a little sigh and stood up. “Alright. No peeking,” she grumbled, turning her back to Nianei, who immediately opened her eyes to watch the young warlock draw her heavy black robe up over her head and toss it onto the bed. Wiggling out of her undergarments, Elli stepped into her gift, the skintight black fabric clinging hungrily to her milk-white curves in a very... noticeable way, accentuating the soft slimness of her belly, the swells of her youthfully firm breasts, and most distractingly, the luscious, ever-hidden globes of the human girl’s backside.

“It’s, um... tight, but...” Ellivieve murmured, turning around to show off the ensemble and wiggling awkwardly in it, plucking shyly at the legholes snuggling to her skin just above the exposed flesh of her pale, creamy thighs.

“It looks incredible,” Nia smiled, nibbling her bottom lip slightly and taking a slow step forward. Lewd, playful thoughts filled the overactive teen shaman’s mind almost immediately, saliva filling her mouth as her softly-glowing eyes swept up and down along Elli’s newly showcased figure. The human was devoid of any significantly noticeable muscle definition, but was nonetheless adorably shapely and delicate-looking. “I never even saw your purple bracers until now, with the robes.”

“Thanks, it’s... my favorite color,” Elli said, voice growing quieter and a pale pink tongue touching her cheeks.

“Can- um, can you turn around?” Nia pressed, chewing her lip, tail swaying friskily behind her.

The shorter human arched one slim brow, hesitating for a moment, then turning without answering, glancing back over her shoulder. “Why am I doing this...?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you have an absolutely amazing butt?” Nia cooed, drawing closer and dropping to her knees, tail swishing back and forth excitedly as she laid both hands on Elli’s heart-shaped hips, feeling the soft skin of the warlock’s thighs squish between her fingers.

“I- um- I mean-” Elli stammered, her cheeks flushing harder. She then let out a wordless squeak of surprise and embarrassment when Nianei turned her face and pushed it inward, closing her eyes and squishing her cheek solidly against Elli’s mageweave-clad backside. “Wh-what are you-?!”

“Mmmmnnn...” the young draenei purred contently, nuzzling gently into Elli’s ass and simply enjoying the warm softness against her face. She’d been more and more restless since Dire Maul, her encounter with Alora and... her mom, leaving her anxious and horny in ways that her extremely frequent masturbation couldn’t satisfy. A little taste of what she’d been missing had let the shaman realize just how sexually starved she was. “So soft....”

“Th-that’s... you’re... that’s my butt...!” Elli whined, squeezing her eyes shut and stammering out a little gasp. She’d already been feeling vulnerable just wearing the mageweave at all, but now the sensation of Nia’s face lovingly buried between her asscheeks was stirring something much more intense... something that the skintight fabric of her new leotard had no chance of concealing.

“Mmmph... yeah it is...” Nia cooed in delight, her hands shifting down to gently squeeze and massage the human’s soft rear, squishing the cheeks lovingly as she buried her face between them. Elli squirmed and whimpered, leaning forward and propping one hand against the wall in front of her, inadvertently pressing her ass harder against Nia’s face, who moaned out in appreciation.

The feeling was exciting and embarrassing and so many other things, but pleasure was increasingly becoming the most prevalent among them. It took a great deal of social awkwardness to truly push past the sensation of someone veritably worshipping one’s ass, an amount of social awkwardness it turned out that Elli didn’t exhibit. Teeth gently clamped down on her lower lip, she could feel her cock swelling and straightening, forming a neat outline against the layer of skintight black fabric that covered her. A soft whimper escaped her, then a more helplessly submissive one when she felt slender draenei fingers hook in the back of her outfit, drawing the fabric to the side. “W-wait!”

Nia didn’t wait, and the next sound Ellivieve made was a blissful moan when the young shaman’s tongue extended and trailed tenderly around the delicate pink entrance of the warlock’s anus. “Light have mercy!” Elli gasped, leaning forward more, legs spreading a little more as that playful tongue teased and swirled along the human’s smooth, sensitive asshole.

“Mmmmpphhhfuckinnmphhh...~” Nianei murmured back, keeping one hand firmly on Elli’s butt to keep her outfit pulled to the side, but the other began to wind around the warlock’s waist with a more naughty purpose. Keeping her tongue attentively lapping and sliding along Elli’s anus, her pale blue hand massaged up along the front of Elli’s outfit, finding the stiffened outline of the warlock’s dick and grinding her palm up along it, rubbing it aggressively through the fabric while she lovingly licked the other girl’s ass.

Elli set both arms in front of her, leaning in harder against the wall and hesitantly rocking her hips backwards, a blissful whimper escaping her lips as she squirmed under the attention of Nia’s tongue and hand. Her cock was at full stiffness already from the attention to her backside, but now with the draenei girl’s palm and fingers pressing and massaging along it her lust was growing uncontrollable, overriding the warlock’s normally reserved demeanor. “F-fuck, Nia... you’re....”

“Mmnn, yeah,” the shamaness purred, pulling back a little bit to stroke the flat of her tongue up along Elli’s pale asshole in one long, affectionate lap, then gradually bringing herself back up to her hooves. Her palm still squeezing and groping eagerly along the outline of Elli’s dick, she drew close, pressing her slim figure against the warlock’s back. “Keep doing that, okay?”

“Nnn... a-alrigh-mmphh...!” Elli was silenced as she tilted her head backward to look at the blue-skinned teen, immediately finding her lips seized in a long, invasive kiss, stealing her words and breath alike, only to be replaced by Nianei’s tongue. Moaning quietly, her eyes fluttered closed and she found herself returning the kiss, emitting muffled whimpers into Nia’s mouth. The draenei girl unbuckled her own belt as she kept the bottoms of that mageweave pulled to the side, sliding her stiff blue girldick underneath it and sandwiching it snugly between the creamy, saliva-slick globes of Elli’s rear. There was a squeak of uncertainty from the warlock at first, thinking something much more... intimate was about to happen, but her concerns were set quickly to rest when Nia thrust her hips forward and upward, not breaching her back entrance but simply “appreciating” it the way she had been with her face and hands moments ago.

“Naaru...” Nia whispered, the tightness of the mageweave and perky softness of Elli’s ass keeping her cock trapped in place, allowing her to thrust up firmly between those smooth globes -- and leaving both hands free. One stayed where it had been, teasing and grinding along Elli’s dick under her outfit, feeling it get harder and hotter, throbbing against her palm. The other slid up, grabbing one soft breast and giving it a little squeeze as she kept her lips locked to the warlock’s, tongue darting and spiraling in playful loops around the introverted human’s.

“Mmmphhh... mnnn aahhHhnNhn...!” Elli moaned out into the young draenei’s lips, tilting back a little more to redouble her deep, hungry kiss with Nianei as she rocked her hips back into the other girl, feeling that hard shaft slide up against her butt again and again. The way that stiff length slid so hotly and smoothly along the cleft of her rear sent shivers of pleasure through her, the way it would slide and tease against her saliva-slick anus on its way up towards her tailbone. The feeling of the teen shaman’s hand continuing to grope and squeeze its way along her cock made her wiggle and twitch even more, both hands still pinned against the wall in front of her. “O-oh yeah... don’t... don’t stop....”

“Wouldn’t... mnnn... dream of it,” Nia purred into the warlock’s mouth, nibbling one lip hard as her own hips shifted forward faster, met by quicker rock-backs from Elli herself that sent her throbbing blue girldick rocketing up between those ripe globes again and again, a mirror of growing lust starting to rise in her chest as her mumbles and moans grew hotter and huskier. Tongue spiraling hungrily around Elli’s, the draenei broke the kiss and tilted down, locking her lips around the side of the human’s throat and suckling it warmly, tenderly, her teeth gently raking along that pale, delicate skin. Passionately rocking forward faster and faster, her breath began to catch in her chest, her cock trapped in a sweet velvet heaven of soft cloth and smooth flesh, starting to pulsate with pleasure.

Shuddering blissfully, Elli widened her stance a little more, grinding her ass back against Nia as the draenei’s hand slithered through the leghole of her new outfit, grabbing the warlock’s dick firmly between her slender blue fingers and squeezing it, stroking it faster now, more directly. Pinned against the wall of the Stratholme inn, the two young dungeonrunners formed a rocking engine of perpetual sensuality, thrusting and stroking and biting and kissing, Elli’s creamy butt clenching tight around that blue shaft until it finally began to spurt over her, trapped under the mageweave and shooting bolt after bolt of sticky whiteness under the fabric, fanning across Ellivieve’s back before beginning to trickle down the deep, soft cleavage of her backside. With Nia’s tightening grip and the high-pitched whine of lust that echoed in her ear, it was a matter of moments before the human’s own moans escalated into a husky cry of release, her petite girldick unleashing its seed into Nia’s palm and the front of her new outfit.

“O-oh fuck... you came all over me...” Elli murmured, chewing her bottom lip as she looked back to Nia, who was panting contently, the entirety of her lean figure still pressed against the warlock’s back, the two girls fit into each other like pieces of a puzzle. “You never even put it in....”

“Didn’t have to,” Nia cooed back, sliding her hand free and bringing it, coated in cum, up to Ellivieve’s lips - offering it for the warlock to taste. “Your butt is just... crazy, as it is.” Gasping excitedly when she felt Elli’s tongue stroke over her offered hand, trailing along her fingers to collect the sticky seed forming strands between them, Nia nuzzled and nibbled back against the human’s neck and ears.

“Mmm... maybe...” the warlock continued shyly, taking another long lick at the cum coating Nia’s palm. “...Maybe next time you can....”

The shaman smiled, licking her lips as she pulled back, sliding her cock out from the enveloping cowl of Elli’s black mageweave. Giving that ass one more firm squeeze, she paused before answering. “That’d be fun. I, um... I’ll tell mom you liked the outfit. You’re gonna keep wearing it, right?”

Ellivieve chewed the inside of her cheek thoughtfully for a moment. It really was revealing, but... maybe in a way it felt empowering, too. Was her butt really that amazing? And if it was, wouldn’t it be doing her teammates a disservice to hide it under a bulky robe? Plus, Luasha had made it specially for her, and it fit so well....

“Yeah, I am,” she finally said, turning and standing up on her tip-toes to nuzzle Nianei’s nose. Maybe this was a good thing, maybe she needed some extra confidence. Extra confidence to deal with... to deal with Devah. “Tell Lua I love it.”

“You got it,” Nia smiled, tilting to smooch the other girl’s lips tenderly before turning and skipping back out the door, the spritely clop of her hooves echoing away as she made her way back down into the common room of the inn. Leaving Ellivieve alone in her room with a singular, dark purpose and a new motivation to follow through on it.

Barely had the door closed behind Nia that the human girl went back for the bed, back to her books and her paints and her eldritch brushes. The salty tang of her own cum still on her lips, the sticky sensation of Nia’s seed between her asscheeks causing each step to swivel slickly, Elli knew what she had to do. She’d trained enough, studied enough. Even if Devah did seem to be... uniquely willful and strong enough to enforce her own autonomy, Elli was the warlock. She was that dark spellcaster that bound the creatures of the fel. And she was determined to bind this one, too.

Knuckles tightening around the personally-inscribed haft of one darkwood paintbrush, Elli tore the threadbare blue rug from the decaying wooden floor, tossing it aside. Her demonology book open at the edge of the bed, she opened a case of eldritch paints and began to draw, piecing together rune upon rune within the massive summoning circle she was forming. This would become a faster process once the binding was properly completed, of course, but for the moment it would need a very delicate touch and a lot of precision. Excessive practice in scrollmaking and enchanting made Ellivieve plenty skilled at forming the dark glyphs themselves, but still she prayed that she’d have the personal power to summon a creature so... volatile.

“Naz su thum raz-kal...” the warlock began to chant as she laid the final stroke of her brush upon the floor, the massive circle beginning to glow with a brutal red energy -- the essences of lust and hunger and destruction all swirling and eddying into a maelstrom of dark sorcery, warping the worm-eaten wood flooring beneath them. The ground began to sink and distort, then twist, the rune itself rotating as the lights grew brighter and darker all at once. It was then that a wild, thumping sound could be heard, rhythmic and fast, like some kind of frantic song with neither words nor notes. It was so much more immense, so much more terrifying, than the first time the succubus had been summoned. The wards were more complex, and Devah would know it, would feel it. She wouldn’t be playing this time. She would come with fury.

And come she did. A bestial sort of shriek in the distance of the beyond seemed to distort in reverse, changing from roar to giggle, now haughty and feminine as a tall figure emerged from the center of the summoning circle. It was her. The succubus who’d nearly eaten Nia’s soul. The one who’d fucked Luasha and forced the woman’s daughter to watch, only now she was missing her short top and tight trousers - she was naked as the day she was spawned and wretchedly gorgeous. Devah. “I was starting to think you’d never call me back, angel,” she said, biting her sumptuous scarlet lower lip before slowly, deliberately letting her teeth drag back along it. “I like what you’ve done with your look. The ‘gothic goddess’ thing could get you far. Have you considered some darker makeup?”

“I’ve been waiting until I was ready,” Ellivieve hissed, bringing herself up to her feet and looking up at the demoness, keeping her dark eyes narrowed. “Until I was sure I could control you. You’re my servant now, Devah.”

The declaration was met with a slender, arched brow, and a curious gaze wandering down to the runed circle beneath her hooves. “...Is that so?” her purr faded to a cool whisper, eyes rising back up to bore into the young warlock. “It’s very nice work. Maybe if you’d done your research a little better it would have worked.”

Elli’s eyes widened as the succubus took a single careful step forward, past the boundaries of the circle. Another step brought her second hoof forward, and she’d closed the distance with the human and herself. Leaning in close, her lips remained barely an inch away from the other girl’s, and Devah whispered once more. “I am not one of the anemic caged creatures you warlocks play at ruler over. I am greater. I am a true daughter of the Legion - and that is why you will never leave this room, sweet Ellivieve.”

The massive scarlet girlcock between the demon’s legs rose up with the hunger of a beast long asleep, extending to full stiffness before pressing forward, squishing between Elli’s thighs and up along the cutely tucked package of dick nestled in the nether reaches of her new mageweave. The warlock trembled as hands slowly drifted down to her hips, and that final inch closed, Devah’s lips meeting hers. She tried to gasp but found no breath to do it with, only a strangled whimper burbling from her chest as she was pulled close by the succubus. All of her confidence for this. All the work, all her study in forming those glyphs. A daughter of the Legion...?

At least there was pleasure in those final moments, the warlock’s eyes fluttering before glassing over, then drifting shut, her body melting in Devah’s embrace as the kiss deepened. She could feel her life, her very soul, siphoning out of her body and into those damning lips, swallowing everything that made her Ellivieve....

Elli’s eyes snapped open, a throat-searing gasp filling her with stale life as she felt the demoness suddenly pulled away from her, yanked backwards by a pair of powerful purple arms. The warlock stumbled backwards, desperately blinking away the spots from in front of her eyes as she tried to gather herself.

“Something tells me you’re the succubus I’ve been hearing so much about.” Mara’s voice! Elli shook the dizziness from her mind as she clambered back for her paints. If Mara had come to rescue her, then maybe, just maybe she’d have enough time to fix the glyphs, bind Devah for good. A second chance. Scrambling for her little box of arcane curiosities and fetishes, she dove back to the floor, still shimmering and squirming with the magical energies that had summoned the demoness to this world.

“I... rrghh... hope you’ve been hearing good things,” Devah growled, her small wings flapping wildly behind her for a moment before being folded flat against her back and squashed against the monk’s chest. “But I don’t appreciate having my meals interrupted!”

Biting firmly at the edge of the demon’s ear, Mara grinned as she tightened her python-like grip around Devah’s bare figure. Her arms shifted then, and her grip changed, keeping the succubus facing away from her as her hands hooked down under Devah’s thighs, lifting her completely off the ground and locking her helplessly in a full-nelson. Tragically, demonic powers and a soul-stealing kiss simply wasn’t the correct counter to a skillful grapple. “See the issue there is, I don’t take too kindly to my friends being made into meals.”

“Wh-what are you... doing... idiot elf...!”

The kaldorei’s grin widened, and Mara tilted down to bite gently on the demon’s throat. Standing briefly on one bare foot, the monk grabbed her short trousers with her toes and yanked them down, allowing her mesmerizingly massive cock to bounce free - an act so attention-demanding that even Ellivieve looked up from her inks to briefly marvel at it. Devah’s had seemed so huge until it was seen side-by-side next to its now-obvious superior. “Teaching you to behave, since clearly Luasha wasn’t strict enough with you.”

A sound somewhere between a gasp of shock and a shriek of pleasure spat forth from Devah’s sinfully perfect lips when the monk’s huge girlcock pointed upward and thrust, pressing hard against the demon’s tight back entrance. Undefended and compromised by the way Mara was holding her in the air, thighs spread and held tight by the elf’s strong arms, there was no resisting. It pressed against the snug pucker of her asshole, then popped inside as the succubus’s anal ring gave way. “Nnghahahhhhh-!!” Devah squealed out, her eyes widening as she felt herself be breached so completely, so fully invaded all at once as inch after inch of Mara’s colossal girldick drilled its way up her tight ass.

“Do what you’ve gotta do, Ell - I think I’ve got your friend tangled up for the moment,” Mara giggled, a broad smirk on her face as she widened her stance, keeping Devah clasped tight by her legs and armpits, totally immobilized. Stepping back into the direct center of the summoning circle, the night elf nipped at the demon’s shoulder again, thrusting her hips upward with a deliberate, torturous slowness that sent her thick cock sinking deeply into Devah’s defenseless ass.

“Let... l-let go of me...!” the succubus snarled, twitching spastically, her fingers clawing fruitlessly for anything they could reach, which ended up being nothing. Her long, sinuous tail swayed and lashed beneath her, off-balance from being lifted and lacking the dexterity to aid herself in any meaningful way. “Barbarian elf!”

“Monk, not barbarian. Nice try though,” Mara thrust up again, then again, harder each time, stuffing the entirety of her massive dick deeper and deeper into that tight, clenching pink hole. “Mmmhhffuck, you know, the way you keep tightening and twitching around me, I’d say you’re enjoying this more than you’re letting on....”

“S-shut up! You know nothing! You’re... just... nnnghhAAhhH~!” the crazed whimpers of the succubus made a fitting soundtrack - along with that curious, rapidly-thumping rhythm, which had yet to fade - to Ellivieve’s scramble to fix the runes she’d set to trap Devah with. Even as she hastily scribbled reinforcing marks into place she found herself stealing glances upwards; from Mara’s bare, planted feet, up along her perfect legs to her massive girldick driving upwards into Devah’s backdoor again and again, as deep as possible and moving faster each time. Unattended and still hard as iron, Devah’s own shaft simply bounced and wobbled up and down with each squelching thrust up her butt, a thick red ornament drooling precum from its tip.

“Elli... E-Elli, angel...” Devah whimpered, her face screwed up in anguished pleasure as she withered under Mara’s python grip and relentless anal drilling. “C-come here and... and help a girl out, okay? We’re friends, right?”

“Not a chance,” the warlock answered grimly, narrowing her eyes at the succubus, her own heart beating faster as she watched the gorgeous creature’s full tits and hard cock bounce and jiggle with each thrust inside of her. “I’m not setting you free. I’m trapping you here and I’m binding you forever.”

“C-come on - ahnn! - at least... at least use that pretty mouth of yours and help me get off... she’s... she’s fucking my ass so hard...!” Devah pleaded, the haughtiness whittled from her voice completely as she was relentlessly buttfucked.

“Don’t you dare, Ell,” Mara added quickly, her breath starting to gradually pick up as she rocketed her fat schlong into the demon’s rear again and again, moaning as it squeezed and convulsed around her throbbing dick. “If she can’t get off from my cock alone, she doesn’t deserve it. And for some reason I really like the idea of this little slut not getting a reacharound. How’s her cock look bouncing around like that?”

“It’s... it’s really...” Elli blinked, chewing her lip as she looked back up at the succubus, briefly hypnotized by the stiff, spiraling length, neglected by Mara and unreachable by Devah herself. “...Really cool,” the human murmured, her cheeks flushing a warm pink shade and her mageweave starting to get a little... less comfortable. Her eyes remained fixated on the scene for a far longer moment than was responsible, her gaze sweeping along all that soft pink skin and blood-red markings, mirrors to the runes she’d drawn earlier, except for....

Yes! That was it! Devah’s markings weren’t exactly the same as the ones in the demonology book! Many were similar, but trailing up along the sides of her stomach were strange tattoos that were longer in script, more raw and primal - more like markings than letters. That was why the binding circle hadn’t worked!

Going back for her inks and brushes, Elli returned to the circle and began to scrawl the new runes into place alongside those already there. She’d studied the originals well enough that she could place the new ones easily once she memorized them, but there were two problems - firstly that she couldn’t see every tattoo scrolled across Devah’s incarnadine curves, and secondly that constantly looking back to the demoness getting so thoroughly drilled by Marastaris was... distracting, at best.

“Mara, can you change positions? Give me a look at her back!” the warlock called out.

“That’ll be tricky to keep her from getting away,” Mara panted, lowering herself to one knee. “Maybe if I-”

“I won’t try to get away! Just shut up and keep fucking me!” Devah interrupted with a lustful cry, tail lashing wildly as she bit into her lower lip. Whether it was from its sheer size or simply the skill with which the monk used it, Mara’s dick was not something that could be withstood for long. The way it filled her ass up, the way its stiff, pulsating length sawed and ground along her demonic prostate, had Devah almost drooling with passion and pleasure. “Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmeeee...!”

“Well. Problem solved, I guess,” Mara grinned, taking a deep breath as she lowered herself into a full kneeling position, releasing her unbreakable grip and letting Devah spill forward, holding herself up on the floor with one elbow and lifting her opposite leg, letting the night elf instantly entrench herself back into her tight scarlet ass. Now perpendicular to the floor, the entirety of the demon’s figure was open to observe - the further markings along her lower back, her soft, hanging breasts, and her swaying girlcock.

“I n-need to fucking-” Devah whimpered, reaching down with her free hand towards her own member, only to have her clasping fingers be sharply slapped away by an ever-alert Marastaris.

“No touching, girlie,” the monk cooed, planting one foot by her side and reaching out to take a lustrous fistful of the demon’s mane of coal-black hair. “You’ve got all the dick you need inside you to bother with playing with that one.” She was answered only by a desperate whine, causing the wicked grin on Mara’s face to widen further.

The slapping, squelching sounds and echoing, panting moans of both Mara and Devah filled Elli’s ears, wordless lyrics to the noteless song booming up from the portal she’d made. Scurrying on all fours to get a vantage from the other side, the warlock took a long moment to admire the demoness’s round, firm ass jiggle from the impact of Mara’s ramrod drilling into its epicenter. The new vantage point also allowed her to spot those last few markings, and scribble them down into place on the circle.

The binding glyph lit up once more, glowing a fierce, eldritch shade of purple, and once again the room began to shift and distort, the walls twisting and seeming to grow nearer. That sound grew louder, but now it was being easily eclipsed as Devah’s moans grew to screams, her ass no longer able to withstand the sweet, merciless rampage of repetitions from Mara’s gigantic cock, her abused prostate finally surrendering and giving the kaldorei exactly what she wanted: a twitching, drooling, screaming, utterly helpless assgasm that shook the succubus down to her core. Her unattended cock throbbed and erupted as a cannonade of cum shot out of it, scattering like fireworks across her own body, coating her in demonic spunk as she was drowned in Mara’s climactic moan. Corked as deep into her backside as it would fit, that violet spunk-blunderbuss throbbed hard again and again, filling her insides with hot jizz.

The glyph shimmered with light one last time, and the runes vanished, the room restoring itself to the way it had been with the summoning circle gone, as if it had never existed in the first place. Released from Mara’s grip, the succubus slumped off onto the floor in a heap, panting heavily. Unnoticeable to any eyes but Elli’s, the demoness bore the one sign that now mattered -- a tiny marking on her throat, black in color, of two stacked half-circles with a bent line curling through them. The mark Ellivieve had placed at the center of the binding circle. Her very own symbol of ownership.

“Is... did you do it? Did it work?” Mara cooed, catching her breath as she sat at the edge of the bed, legs spread lewdly.

“It did,” Elli answered softly, her voice placid on the surface but swelling with excitement and pride. “She’s bound. She’s mine, forever.”

The succubus twitched slightly in her collapsed heap on the wooden floor, a little groan escaping her lips, not quite audible.

“What was that?” Elli prodded.

“...Fuckin’...” Devah whispered huskily, finally lifting one hand and raising it into the air. “...Worth it.”