Chapter 2 - Tower Girls

Elizabeth watched in the shadows as her fellow sister Magi chanted a faux ritualistic mantra for three of their youngest members. Elizabeth would never call her group a 'sorority', no, she preferred to call them 'friends' – but even that word was a stretch. Unlike her 'friends', Elizabeth was not always fond to play dress-up and trick the newer Magi into their would-be cult. Too many people still burned with bitter memory from Lordaeron's destruction and the Cult of The Damned.
 
The chamber was filled with dim blue candlelight. Four pillars supported the room's structure, with two doors across leading to other sections of the Tower. The current 'cult' members were gathered in a circle made of chalk. The symbols: all random. Elizabeth tried to distract herself by trying to discern who had drawn what rune but to no avail. With a sigh, she was forced to pay attention to Martha's on-the-fly speech.
 
"Now, our newest sisters," The eldest, Martha, raised her hands up in prayer. Her fellows joined her. "Rise and be blessed as the Tower's chosen! Be thankful for your gifts of beauty and passion. Give praise to Samara, our-"
"Ahem," Karen interrupted. The book worm pushed up her spectacles from beneath her azure hood, stealing Martha's attention.
"What? What is it this time, Karen?" Agitated, Martha threw off her hood, revealing her chocolate skin and short fringe of boyish cropped hair.
"Erm," Karen sucked in her teeth, shifting nervously in place. "It's Samaraea, actually."
"Whatever!" Martha waved her hand dismissively. "It starts with Sama – close enough!"
"Tha's na' true!" Jaetha the Dwarf threw off her hood. She was the only dwarf in the entirety of a human Mage tower. Thick orange braids fell limp onto her shoulders. "Th' priests o' Ironforge hate it when we pronounce th' Light, as 'Li' fe'r short. Oops, Ah' did it again."
 
Disgusted, Martha threw her hands outward with a loud scoff. The three newcomers recoiled in place. Jane, Ella, and Neema; Two humans and a gnome, respectively. Martha looked at the sad lot of newbies before rolling her eyes in disdain. The element of wonder was lost, the characters were broken, and Martha's ploy foiled.
 
"You ruined it, AGAIN!" Martha yelled. Some of the girls stepped back, others stood their ground. Flapping her sleeves she resumed, "Can't we have one damn meeting where we stay in character and don't get interrupted?"
"We used to," Karen adjusted her spectacles. "Three years ago, when we started this. We were always keeping in character… Then we started to get more eager for the… Other part."
"Oh yes," Martha canted her head, smirking widely. No doubt she filled herself with the anticipation of the 'Initiation'. Elizabeth could practically see her drooling. Giddy with herself, Martha waved a single hand. "And should you tell anyone of this cult without permission… You will be excluded, and… blah blah blah – now! Let's get to the initiation!"
 
Karen groaned and brought a palm to her face. Annoyed, she threw her hood down and revealed her short bush of curly auburn locks. Karen was the youngest of them, but not the youngest member of the cult. Freckle-faced, pale, and practically gaunt she always astonished the circle with her high intelligence and knowledge of the world's elements… But not her magical skillset.
 
"You always want to get to the initiation," Karen glared at Martha. She always spoke with a faint lisp when she was heated. "It's like… all you ever care about is sex," she roared.
 
The newcomers gasped.
 
"The initiation involves sex?!" Neema the Gnome squeaked in a voice as high-pitched as a child's. Two pink tails of hair on her head leaped upwards in excitement, betraying her shock.
"Don't spoil it!" Martha gawked, holding her forearm up to her maw in defense. "That ruins the surprise!"
"When do we start?" Ella the Westfall farm girl smiled wide. Her two buck teeth shined with her excitement. One hand went to her full bust, the other slapped one of her meaty tan thighs. "I've always wanted to ride my first cock before I was married!"
Jane the comely blonde noble girl hid her mouth and leaned to Ella. "I don't think men are involved in this," she whispered.
 
Elizabeth smirked hard at the noble girl's statement. If only she knew, thought the cloaked Mage with a shake of her head.
 
"Elizabeth!" Martha shouted.
 
Elizabeth looked up at their leader, grimacing. Martha beckoned her with a wave of her finger. With a woeful sigh, Elizabeth pushed herself up from her seat and sauntered over to her 'friend'. The Mage made sure to sway her hips in a particularly teasing way that left even veterans of their 'cult' stunned and wanting. She stopped just before her dark-skinned companion, one fist pressed against her own waist.
 
"Yes, Martha?" Elizabeth inquired, flashing her deep azure eyes.
"You're going to be our new… sister's initiator." Martha gestured to the three kneeling girls.
"Yes… Wait, what? Me?! Why-" Elizabeth began.
"Because you haven't gone in a while," Martha interrupted, jabbing a digit at Elizabeth. "Go on, show your loyalty to the sisterhood."
"But- Ugh!" Elizabeth threw her head back and growled. "Fine!" She whipped back and looked at the trio. "Come on girls, to the back room."
 
"Ahem," Jane the noble raised a sharp nail digit in protest. "I don't do women," she argued. "I'm not into kitty cats."
Elizabeth's temper flared. "Well, this cat is also twin to a rooster," She retorted as well as she could muster her words. "Let's go, or you're choking on it."
Jane was the last to stand up, asking. "Choking on what?"
 
The other sisters giggled and snickered. Karen loudest of all. "You'll see," they whispered. "Have fun," another teased. "Lucky," another pouted.
 
Elizabeth led them to the next chamber, a room of purple candlelight. A single, circular bed so large six people could lay on it, sat in the center. Elizabeth claimed charge of the company and sat down ever courteously and lady-like on the corner of the bed. The three newcomers stopped before her, each giving the other a wary glance.
 
"So, what're you like… gonna summon some men, right?" Ella shrugged.
"That'd be weird!" Neema exclaimed.
"Y'know, if the people of Stormwind found out about this, they'd be very disappointed." Jane scoffed.
"What?" Elizabeth blew a raspberry. "Actually, I'd find that they'd want to send more people to become Magi if they found out." Elizabeth dusted off her lap, her eyes wandering around aimlessly. "Undress, Ladies. Your sister cult of Samaraea commands it of you."
 
The three were hesitant at first. But, one by one, they removed their clothing. Neema was the first. She was tiny, especially for a gnome. Tiny, perky breasts poked out as far as a small layer of fat sagging off of her belly. She covered her form, blushing hard.
 
Ella was second to de-clothe. Red hair fell down in a single tail against her back. Her body was toned well, no doubt the result of work on farmlands. Her face was freckled, as was the top of her chest while her flesh was tanned at her arms, legs, and cheeks. Two full breasts bounced with every slight of motion. A small tuft of red hair patched just above her womanhood, barely a thumbnail in width. Unlike Neema, she stood with pride – knowing full well the compliment of her figure.
 
Jane removed her robes with one hand always covering her. She was the fairest of them all, with a fair bust and a slender frame. Her flesh was nearly pale, with blonde hair falling over her shoulders. She blushed faintly, unlike Neema, and carried a half-pride half-embarrassed look on her face. Her eyes darted from her fellow sisters to Elizabeth, and back again so many times Elizabeth wanted to blindfold her.
 
Elizabeth nodded. "You're all very good girls," she complimented and stood.
"You're going to be very busy, aren't you?" Ella snorted.
"Almost too busy," Nemma thumbed back the previous chamber. "Shouldn't you ask your sisters for help?"
Elizabeth smirked so hard her cheek hurt. "That's why Martha chose me," she said and snapped her fingers.
 
In a blink, two additional copies of Elizabeth appeared from thin air. Dressed in her likeness, with all the same swagger in their step and sway in their hips that Elizabeth naturally produced. One clone wrapped a hand around Elizabeth's hip, the other rested a head on her shoulder. They peered down the girls like prey. Lustful, exotic prey.
 
"Well, impressive," Jane blurted, canting her head aside. "But it doesn't turn away from the fact that I don't like-" One of Elizabeth's clones interrupted her by pulling apart her robe. In full, silencing force, Jane's maw fell agape – and her newcomers joined her. Beheld for them to see, Elizabeth's clone showed off an eight-inched fully erect cock. The other clone flaunted her member as well, wagging it like a toy on her groin. "C-cock?" Jane lapped up a single trickle of drool. "Is that natural?"
 
"For me, it is," Elizabeth sniggered. She mimicked the actions of her clones and disrobed herself. Like her copies, she stood pale-fleshed and naked with her shaft present and erect.
 
At once, the clones and Elizabeth stepped forward, each to meet their partners. Elizabeth herself went for the Westfall farmer, Ella. A single, tender hand went out to cup her cheek and Ella blushed. Her eyes flickered up and down, looking at the hard member and Elizabeth's own eyes. When Elizabeth closed the last of the distance she locked her soft lips to Ella's plump own. Her hard member was squished against the union of their bodies, warmed by both taut bellies.
 
Jane, meanwhile, resisted the soft kisses of Elizabeth's clone. She even pulled away for a moment, until the softness and warmth's persistence won the comely noble over. The noble stifled a moan before returning to look at her naked, full-breasted partner. Their lips met. Elizabeth's clone took hold of her hard shaft and gently stroked herself – and in seconds, the noble was coaxed enough that she dared to slip her palm down and do the clone's work on its behalf.
 
Neema the gnome was the most perplexed. Rather than kneel, Elizabeth's mirror image reached down and took the gnome up under her shoulders. She did not kiss or tease the gnome with pleasures yet to come, but rather, let the tiny woman sit upon her cock. Elizabeth's mirror moaned, as did Neema, as the thick pink head prodded and pushed the gnome's tiny shaven slit. Neema squeaked lightly, baring herself – or trying to. Before long, the teasing was put aside. Elizabeth's copy grabbed Neema by her tiny torso and pushed her all the way down. Neema groaned and moaned as her tight nethers were speared open. The gnome's eyes rolled back and her tongue fell out, moaning loudly but so light of voice that she sounded like a squeaky toy. The mirrored Elizabeth started to rise and drop Neema in steady paces, using her like a masturbation toy. The gnome gleefully accepted her newfound duty.
 
The true Elizabeth broke her lips from Ella's and gently locked her fingers around the Westfall farmers own. Elizabeth led her to the bed, slipping up onto her knees and shimming her way up to the center of the mattress. Elizabeth was ready to press Ella down on all fours when the Westfall girl decided otherwise. She pushed Elizabeth onto her back and slipped her way above the Mage, hovering over her stiff shaft.
 
"I've always wanted to go for a ride," the buck-toothed Ella said with a smile. She grabbed ahold of Elizabeth's member and stroked her off for a few beats before she guided the spear-headed tip against her moist nethers. Ella bit her lower lip, and Elizabeth moaned. A wet warmth began to surround Elizabeth, while a similar heat began to enter Ella. The cockhead prodded Ella's womanhood, twice, thrice over, and then Ella lowered herself with a long, low moan. Elizabeth offered the same dragging response. Before long, Ella took the entirety of Elizabeth's shaft. The stiff flesh was buried to Elizabeth's very groin inside of Ella's womanhood. Warm, wet, and tighter than a vice, the Westfall girl began to bounce on the cock moaning her delight all the way.
 
Jane stroked the mirror image off until she grew used to such a long, hard device, then decided to improve her technique. She led Elizabeth's clone to the bed and had her sit on the edge, while Jane herself knelt before her. The comely noble grabbed the clone's hard shaft with a firm grip and pumped the base while her tongue found the tip. Her pink muscle flicked and lapped at the mushroom head, large hazel eyes locked to Elizabeth's own. The mirror image released a trickle of quiet, warm breaths as Jane worked her member. Before she had the chance to urge Jane further on, the noble dove down on the clone's cock and took in half the meaty, veiny length. The mirror image threw her head and hair back in astonished delight. Jane worked with the experience of an expert, and began to bob her head swiftly upon the copy's member. Every so often she would look up with glossy eyes, spiking the clone's lustful and impending release further on.
 
Neema continued to bounce like the toy she was used as. The Elizabeth clone was relentless in using her as a personal get-me-off device. The mirror bit her lower lip hard as she thrust Neema down upon her shaft over, and over again. Neema yelped, squeaked, and howled like a whore in heat, taking delight in every bounce and grind. Her arms flew around, and her legs began to give out beneath her as her womanhood took every hard pound from Elizabeth's copy. Their crotches met with every blow, smacking hard and echoing with a wet flesh-on-flesh clap throughout the chamber. Neema's belly expanded with every thrust into her, the flesh expanding quickly to accommodate the massive member plowing into her.
 
Ella's bouncing turned into a full-on ride. She raised and fell on Elizabeth numerous times, with an endurance to rival the gods. Her arms locked onto Elizabeth's full bust, and Elizabeth was not shy to return the same grip on the farm girl's soft, pillowy orbs. She felt her cock squeezed and warmed with every fall. Excess wetness from Ella's own womanhood dripped down her groin, even trickling some down her hefty sack that was churning and yearning to unleash its built-up load inside of the luscious farmer.
 
Before long, Elizabeth felt her orgasm closing in. "I'm c-cum-" She managed to say, before her release snuck up on her. With barely a second to spare, she stopped Ella and withdrew her shaft. Gripping her own member hard, she moaned aloud as cum shot up from her head. Each, hot, creamy load splashed up against Ella's belly and fell down upon Elizabeth's own palm. A thick stream of her essence collected upon her navel. Unable to dispel her own greed, Elizabeth scooped up her own essence and lapped it up hungrily. Meanwhile, Ella took up the faint leftovers and sucked them off of her fingers. Ella's womanhood was left dripping, and the farm girl was panting audibly.
 
Neema cried out as her own release came. Squealing until the glass threatened to break, the gnome felt her insides tighten around the invading member. Her juices burst forth in a quick spray, splashing the Elizabeth clone's cock and collecting on the floor in excess. With the tight vice-like grip of Neema's orgasm, the Elizabeth mirror image cried out in her own release and locked Neema against her. Spurt after spurt, she unleashed a warm torrent that filled Neema to the absolute brim. In seconds, her belly expanded further than it rightfully should. The clone fell on the bed, spent, and then vanished. Neema dropped a whole foot onto the mattress, thick cum dripping from her womanhood. To save it, the gnome rolled onto her belly and positioned herself to keep the essence swimming inside her. With an enlarged belly, Neema rolled her eyes in delight, wowing herself with soft moans and compliments.
 
Jane worked like her life depended on it. The cock she used as her own personal Popsicle was slickened three times over with layers of her saliva. The comely noble often stopped to drag her tongue against the entire length of the shaft before diving down on it again and sucking it vigorously. Her tongue danced against the head, the meaty pole, and back around. One hand pumped at the base furiously, while the other cupped and massaged the copy's sack. When the Elizabeth clone's other half and creator whipped their heads in orgasm, she followed them. Moaning, she held down Jane's head as cum raced through her cockhead. Jane's eyes went wide as her makeshift fuck-chamber filled half a dozen times over with creamy seed. Nearly full to bursting, with wide cheeks, Jane held down the essence as long as she could… And before she lost it all, she swallowed hard. Gasping upon release, Jane licked the essence off of the mirror image's shaft before the copy faded from existence.
 
Elizabeth was alone once again. Until she snapped her fingers and brought in a new wave of clones. However, unlike the prior time when she created two, this time she manifested a total of seven. With herself, that made eight in all.
 
Ella gawked in delight. Neema gasped with wonder. Jane stared in potential horror.
 
All at once, the clones removed their clothing then raced to grab their partners. Neema was spit-roasted in seconds between two Elizabeths. One filled her mouth, while the other entered her womanhood once more. While Neema's belly expanded with every thrust, so did her throat. The gnome was more than adept at taking both shafts at once. Muffled moans and rolled back eyes were more than enough to showcase her enjoyment.
 
Jane was lifted from the ground and placed into the lap of one clone. The seated copy forced the noble's wet slit upon her hard cock, while a second one buried into her ass from behind after spitting on the shaft to lubricate it. A third copy stood above the first clone, filling Jane's mouth with all eight inches of throbbing, veiny cock. Although resistant at first, the comely blonde accommodated to her new position quickly.
 
Ella whooped in cheer for but a moment before the clones made their way on her. Elizabeth herself grabbed ahold of the farmer and slipped her wetted shaft back into her still-moist nethers. Meanwhile, one girl spit on her length and slipped it into Ella's rear – both girls moaned in a shriek of delight. A third clone came above Elizabeth to offer her cock to Ella's maw, which the farmer was more than eager to open wide and take into her mouth.
 
The room exploded into a heap of cries and moans. The wet sound of flesh-on-flesh slaps echoed thrice over, and over, and over – just underneath the dominating verbalization of the women's pleasures. Saliva and nether juices fell from their orifices in copious amounts, pooling against flesh and floor alike. Warmth and tightness dominated the pleasured shafts of Elizabeth and her copies. If the rest of the Tower heard the chamber's orgy, no one dared to come and interrupt them. The minutes were untracked, and what could have been hours or even days passed them by.
 
One by one, Elizabeth and her mirror images began to achieve their orgasms. The duo spit-roasting Neema were the first to finish. The gnome gagged as one came down her throat, while the other doubled-up on the copious cum already inside her belly. Both clones bit down hard as they came, pumping the gnome full of their seed. When they vanished, Nemma fell on the bed and shifted before falling still in the excessive seed that churned inside her.
 
Jane's partners were the second to release. Like an organized pack, they finished at once. One pumped thick ropes into her womanhood, the other into her rear, and the third straight down her throat. Jane audibly gagged, turning red faced and then purple. The mirror images moaned aloud as they pumped her, filling the noble with enough ecstasy that she considered ditching men for the rest of her life.
 
The true Elizabeth and her clones that worked with Ella came to their release last. The farm girl cried against the member in her mouth as she released. Her womanhood tightened on Elizabeth's cock, forcing the Mage to cry out in pleasure as she released. Pulling out from her was lost, the very notion of 'safety' completely thrown aside. Ella gasped at first, then squirmed as one clone pumped cum into her mouth and another filled her rear, while Elizabeth filled her nethers. Her belly took on a rounded shape from the grand quantity of seed that pumped into her body. When the clones finished, they vanished. Ella was left with a mouthful of seed, which she eagerly swallowed, and a lower body filled with warm cream. Exhausted, the farm girl fell on her side and lulled into a half-sleep.
 
Elizabeth panted and examined the chamber. Neema was out cold, and Jane was on the same verge of unconsciousness as Ella. Ever greedy, Elizabeth took up what seed she could see had spilled from Ella and took it up into her mouth. Salty and sweet, warm and gooey, she enjoyed every last drop of it before she dared to exit.
 
Robed once more and panting softly from the copious sex, Elizabeth exited the chamber to announce that they were 'initiated'… but instead she found that her sisters were too, all passed out and drunk from sex. Karen and her delicate glasses were plastered with seed. Martha's nethers were wetter than spring showers, and the dwarf girl Jaetha was licking a smooth wooden strap-on while half-asleep.
 
Shrugging, Elizabeth walked past them, leaving the girls to their own post-sex exhaustion.
 