Chapter 1 - 1 Night in Stormwind

Myra had initially come to the wooded region close to the Stormwind Embassy for peace and quiet. But such thoughts of an afternoon of meditation and tea were lost the moment she saw Raenea walk past.

The woman’s pink skin shone in the early afternoon light that filtered through the trees. Her lips were curled in something that was as impish as a smirk and as playful as a grin. Her sensual body was hugged by bright purple armor that did little to hide her generous curves.

Her beauty was easily enough to draw Myra’s attention. But there was something else impossibly alluring about the woman that demanded that the attention remain.

Perhaps it was the power and confidence in her stride that made her seem far larger than life. Perhaps it was the woman’s grace that lacked any wasted movement.

But the mystery of the elf’s raw appeal was forgotten when she turned her head and noticed Myra’s admiring gaze.

Their eyes locked and Myra knew that her afternoon plans were about to change.

The Kaldorei turned off her path and strode towards Myra. The distance between them closed in so few steps that it seemed like magic.

The woman didn’t say a word as she smiled and reached for Myra’s chin.

“Hello,” the elf said as she cupped Myra’s chin in her palm and curled her fingers playfully around her cheek, “I am Raenea. And I believe I’ve seen you on posters around Stormwind, haven’t I?”

A blush rose to Myra’s cream-colored cheek as Raenea’s fingers traced along her skin. She held her breath, from the moment the Kaldorei woman pinched her chin and ran her nails up towards her ears. That smooth caressing touch felt like tiny surges of lightning that surged along her supple skin.

Myra could have lost herself in that gentle brush. But then Raenea spoke with a voice that was commanding, silky, and smooth.

“Come with me,” said Raenea.

Myra’s head bobbed. She set down her teacup on the picnic table to her right and was up to her feet before she realized she had moved. She blinked then raised her chin until she met the intense gaze of the elf before her.

“Hmm?” Myra said. “Did you say something?”

Raenea giggled as she moved an arm around the human’s waist. Her shining eyes glowed as brightly as her smiling lips as she spoke with a sultry and sincere tone.

“I think you know what I’m saying.” Raenea said. “You didn’t come to this part of Stormwind just to admire the trees did you? You came because you crave a good fuck, don’t you?”

“W…well I…” Myra said not sure of how to respond to the woman’s blunt words.

Myra’s cheeks burned at the blunt accusation. Especially since it was far more accurate than the model cared to admit.

“Exactly,” said Raenea as she drew Myra closer to her body, “Come with me. If you’re in luck we’ll finish before the others in my unit arrive.”

Myra breathed in and was enveloped in the woman’s natural scent. It was as refreshing as a babbling brook and as pleasant as a summer bloom. It was sweet as the juiciest berries, with a subtle presence like a clover amidst blades of grass.

Myra nodded and followed the woman away from the common area close to the embassy and deeper into the surrounding woods.

~    ~    ~

    Myra lost track of how long she and Raenea had walked through the surrounding woods. But it was hard to care about such details with the elf always so close to her side. Her focus remained on Raenea alone, even as they leaped onto fallen logs to cross lazy streams or passed through glades that sparkled as the sunlight danced across virgin dew.

    They eventually reached a large open area shrouded by a thick overhang of leafy branches that smelled faintly of an apple orchard that Myra couldn't quite see. Several tents surrounded one larger command tent, each made of purple-dyed cotton canvas and bearing the symbols of the Sentinels.

    Raenea led Myra to the central tent and brushed her hip as they stepped inside.

    Myra walked in and saw that the room was lit by a single lantern suspended from the ceiling of the tent. The light illuminated a weapon rack and armor display against one side and two rows of bookshelves on the opposing side. There was a small table against the third side of the tent which had six wine glasses resting atop it next to a bottle of wine that was labeled, “Dusky Rose”. And just in front of the table was a large unrolled tent and a bright lilac-colored pillow.

    Myra turned around just as Raenea stepped in and closed the tent flap behind her.

    “We’re here,” said Raenea, “Now, why don’t you get down on your knees.”

    Myra smiled at the woman as she moved to the bedroll and fell to a knee. She raised a finger to her lower lip and pressed down on the juicy flesh and buried her other hand between her thighs as she lowered herself to her other knee.

    “Just like that?” Myra said with a teasing purr, “You don’t want wine first?”

    Raenea's laugh was bright and cheery as she reached down and undid the clasps around the leggings of her armor. The metal clinked and clanked while the leather straps stretched and creaked. Then as the plates fell away, Myra could see the soft fabric beneath the woman's armor and the large bulge of a half-hard cock, and the hefty sack that dangled beneath it.

    “Wine comes later,” Raenea said, “I’ve got something else in mind first.”

    Raenea approached Myra. Each step made her heavy sack and girthy dick sway from side to side. Myra bit her lower lip and watched the gentle motion while her fingers curled and brushed against her cloth-covered pussy.

    “Then I’m to have dessert first?” Myra teased.

    "And second and third," Raenea said as she stopped within inches of Myra's lips.

    Myra looked up and past the sentinel's breasts to gaze into those glowing eyes. She raised her palms and rested them on the woman's armored thighs, then brushed her palms around until she could get a good grip on the hot elven ass. She curled her fingers, thankful that the elf had been so kind as to remove the plates covering her firm butt.

    “Good,” Myra purred as she dipped her head down and flicked her tongue across the elf’s pulsing crown.

    Raenea winced at the tongue's sweeping touch and reached down to grab hold of the human's hair. Myra didn't fight back. She rolled back and forth on the balls of her feet guiding her outstretched tongue to trace lines of saliva up the elf's length then back down again.

    “Mmnnghh by the Goddess~” Raenea cooed as her fingers tightened around Myra’s dark brown locks. “You have a gift, I see.”

    Myra didn’t bother looking up. She was far too busy playing with the elf’s bright pink dick. She batted at it with the side of her face, traced the woman’s veins, and made a loud wet popping noise as she rained kisses on the elf’s hot length.

    Myra’s worship was rewarded, when the cock sprang to life and pointed at the wall with a single bead of pre-cum dripping from the saliva-slathered crown.

    Myra giggled as she twisted herself down and then pushed herself up. The motion left her breasts to squish against the elf's thighs, and her cock to rest balanced over the bridge of her nose.

    “You’re too good to me,” purred Myra with a teasing wink, “How am I to handle all of this?”

    Raenea grabbed her cock at the base and softly beat it against Myra’s face. The motion left the bead of cum to dribble and splatter over Myra’s skin, with no few droplets coloring her hair.

    “I”m sure you’ll find a way.” Raenea teased.

    Myra giggled and opened her mouth wide and shifted to swallow the cock. But the elf took a step back and shook her head.

    “But why?” Myra said, “Don’t you want my lips?”

    The elf grinned and gestured to the corner of the tent.

    “Take off your clothes. I want your sweeter lips.”

    Myra giggled as she pushed off her knees just enough so her fingers could reach the ties and clasps to her clothes. She pinched the strings and tugged them with a slow and audible whine as the fabric fell away. Every garment that loosened left more of her curves to pillow out than freed from the tightness of more modest wear.

    Myra felt the elf's eyes dance across her body and twisted and rolled her hips as she stripped. She leaned forward as her breasts fell free of her then opened bra. She twirled around and shook her hips as she pulled up the hem of her skirts. And she removed a single glove to expose her warm flesh while her other hand remained covered in soft and supple-looking leather.

    Myra was left in just a single glove, a pair of faintly blue see-through stockings, and a pair of panties that were soaked and drooling down the front. Everything else was tossed into a forgotten corner of the room as the model pushed back up to her feet. She turned her back to the elf and bent over so her ass was in full view. Then she hooked her thumbs to the ties of her panties.

    She then breathily asked, “Do you want to take these off, or shall I?”

    Raenea chuckled and pressed her lap against Myra’s ass. She then grasped one of Myra’s tits with a strong wide grip and jerked the model’s panties to the side with the other.

    “Hold that in place.” Raenea said.

    Myra smiled and reached down to set the garment in place. And she listened as Raenea slapped her meat against the human’s thighs, then guided the tip towards her pussy and thrust it deep inside. And the girthy meat stretched Myra’s pussy wide open and left her breathless and purring.

    “Fuuuck you’re tight!” Raenea said as she moved her hand from her cock to her other breast. The elf mauled her hips as her hips crashed back and forth slamming and sheathing the cock deep inside.

    The feel of that hard cock forced a blissful moan to pass through Myra's lips. Her eyes slammed shut as she felt the slap of those heavy elven balls against her thighs. And her pussy greedily squeezed that hot pink dick, almost as if hoping to milk every last drop from the horny sentinel.

    But still, she wanted more.

    The model threw her foot on a nearby box which forced Raenea’s cock to slam against a new angle. And the way that dick rammed against her sensitive g-spot sent shivers racing down her spine. Her skin felt tingly as if millions of goosebumps spread over every inch, while the elf’s mauling palms drew her nipples to harden and press against her skin.

    “Ohhh fuck~” Myra finally hissed, “I hngnhh-eeeded this~”

    Raenea smiled as she bucked her hips, slamming against Myra’s shapely bottom.

    “Oohhhh goddess” Raenea purred as she held onto Myra tight as she could.

    Raenea was getting close, and Myra knew it. She wanted nothing more than to drain those nuts of all her seed. She had even been contemplating what filthy dirty thing she could say to push the elf past the point of no return…when a pair of clapping hands snapped her out of her lustful reverie.

    Myra and Raenea looked over their shoulders and found two Kaldorei women standing at the now open tent flap. Each was athletic and strong much like Raenea, and each sprouted big hard cocks  that twitched in hot lust and desire.

    “Raenea?” Myra said. “Are they your unit?”

    “Just parts of it.” said one woman with pink skin and silver-whitish hair, whose eyes lowered to Myra’s lips, “But here’s my unit if you fancy a su…”

    The boastful woman stared at Myra’s face. Her lips parted into a surprised “O”. She turned and swatted her friend and motioned to Myra’s face.

Myra looked at the other woman whose face was equally bright and cheery., She had soft brown hair and a crown of slim flowers around her forehead shoved her friend and shook her head. And her expression was just as stunned as the first woman's.

“We’ve seen your posters near the embassy. I was thinking you weren’t real.” said the brunette.

    The silver-haired woman snapped out of her surprise and gave a big bold smile to Raenea.

    “Captain, don’t know how you managed to get THE Myra into bed? But now I really need to fuck her throat!”

    The brunette turned and swatted her friend’s shoulder. She then gave the cutest puffy-cheeked pout as one hand gestured towards Myra and Raenea and the other slapped down on her hip.

    “You always want to fuck someone’s throat.” said the brunette, “Why don’t you ever share?”

    “I let you go first last time, so we’re even. Besides, I called it first.” said the woman with the whitish hair.

    “No, we play for it. Paper, golem, scissors.”

    “You’re on!”

    Myra almost laughed as the women raised their hands to compete over who would fuck her face. But a sharp deep thrust from Raenea snapped her back to the present. Her lustful wail reverberated off the walls of the tent-making the other women snap to attention.

    "Hnnghh Myra, this is Harmana and Naya," Raenea said as she motioned quickly to the white-haired woman and the woman with the flower crown in turn. "And if they're here, then it must mean…"

    Naya smiled and motioned to the open tent flap.

    “Kayrieth and Daedrina are here too.” Naya said as she moved closer to Myra and squatted down until her face was within tongue’s reach of her large round tits. “...but Kayrieth is helping Daedrina out of her robes. You know how bashful she gets.”

    Naya nuzzled her cheek against Myra’s mounds and brushed Raenea’s hand away from the tit. Then she opened her mouth wide with a lewd “ahhh” and sucked in as much of that tit-flesh as she could, while her tongue sloppily lashed against her nipple.

    Myra reached down and rubbed her fingers along Naya’s flower crown, while Raenae pounded away at her hot tight sex.

    Harmana moved to Myra’s other side and seized the human’s hand. She then folded it around her cock and forced it to pump her thick hard dick. When she spoke, her voice was sultry as sin and heated as fire.

    “Come on…Myra was it? Tell the captain to take you to the floor so I fuck your face. Don’t you want this big hard cock down your throat?”

    Myra stared at Harmana's cock and pursed her lips as she gazed at that throbbing thick length. Every motion made it spasm and throb as spurts of seed splashed out over her fingertips and wrists. Before long the air was thick with the sounds of the three women using her body for their pleasure and the scent of cum and essence blending into a heady aroma.

    Myra’s eyes rolled to the back of her skull as she uttered a dreamy sigh. But the sound was cut off when Naya sealed her lips with a thirsty kiss.

    The brunette lashed their tongues together. And each moment was filled with the rumbling purrs and moans of a slut in heat.

    Myra tasted something she didn’t quite recognize on Naya’s lips and her mind wondered if she and Harmana ever sucked each other off.

    And all the while, Raenea pounded away, wincing and groaning as her cock sheathed in and out of the human’s hot and drooling pussy. Her balls were slick with essence and her muscles looked tight and taut.

    Myra broke the kiss with Naya and then glanced over her shoulder at Raenea. Her lips pursed as she said to the Sentinel captain…

    “Come on! Give it to me. Hnnghhhg~ive me that hot cum!”

    Raenea's eyes flashed and her lips parted. Then a rumbling groan spilled out of the captain as she erupted. Her dick pulsed and gushed as rope after rope of hot sticky white splashed deep inside of Myra's greedy sex. Then the captain pulled out and jerked her meat in deep pumps until a last splash of white covered the model's sexy round ass.

    Myra wanted to coo and tease the captain. But Naya and Harmana wasted no time in pulling Myra down to the ground with them.

    Naya took to the bedroom and positioned Myra so she could get a great look at her cum-covered ass and guided Myra’s hips down so she could fill her soaking wet folds. While Harmana stood in front of Myra and grabbed the human by her hair and shoved her dick down the human’s throat.

    “Glrrck! Glrrck! Gllp” Myra said as she felt her throat stretch around Harmana’s thick cock. She smiled around that deep throat pleasure and reached her hands around and grabbed hold of the brash woman’s ass.

    Then she felt her hips move and stir, as Naya slapped both hands around her waist and forced her to bounce and ride on her cock. Her pussy tingled at the feel of the brunette’s shaft. While her heart beat faster each time she heard the rhythmic slap of her ass on the woman’s torso.

    Both elves were groaning with ecstasy while their bodies clapped against hers with rough and vigorous motions. Their tits flopped and wobbled against their chests slapping with heavy thuds and plaps. And Myra's ass jiggled with every deep bounce, especially when Naya saw fit to spank her ass leaving small red blushes on her cream-colored flesh.

    It made Myra feel like a sex toy for these gorgeous and well-hung women. And the realization made her smile and hum around Harmana's cock sending vibrations up the shaft and through the swinging balls that slapped her chin. And she reached down and grabbed hold of Naya's ankles for support as she rocked back and forth to caress the brunette's burning hot cock with her tight choking netherlips.

    She then glanced to the side and saw the tent flap open, and two more nude elves entered.

    The first was a small lilac-colored elf with a cute little cock that sprung to life almost as soon as she saw Myra’s lips surrounding Harmana’s dick. She had a pear-shaped body with impossibly wide hips and cute small palm-sized breasts that sprouted erect dark-blue nipples.

    The other woman was a tall goddess of a woman whose eyes roamed from the trio at play on Raenea’s bedroll and the smaller elf by her side. She had dark-blueish skin and hair that was brushed to one side of her head and eyes that seemed caring and matronly.

    Raenea turned to the newcomers as she reached down and grabbed hold of the pear-shaped woman's cock, pumping it as if it was the most natural thing in the world, while she spoke with a loud boastful tone.

    “Kayrieth, Daedrina, glad you could make it. You both know our guest right?” Raenea said.

    Kayrieth smiled as she stepped behind Daedrina and cupped the smaller woman’s breasts. Kneading the elf with a doting motion that seemed almost sacred compared to the rough fucking Myra was being given.

    Myra wanted to watch the newcomers, but Naya swatted her ass, which snapped her back to the double-ended stuffing she was being treated to.

    Harmana fucked her throat with vigor and slammed her hard tight abs against the model’s nose. While Naya’s hard quivering cock was being ridden like a steed by the eager hot model.

    Before long the other women joined the play, with Raenea and Kayrieth standing on Myra's sides so the model could jerk them off with eager tight-fisted pumps. While the shy Daedrina watched and panted while jerking herself off.

    Myra’s senses swirled with the scent of sensual aromas that surrounded her. The smell of cum and sweat filled the air and blended with the natural fragrances of the women nearby.

    She slammed her eyes shut and focused on the full feeling as her hands gripped on big hard dicks, her pussy clenched down on a burning hot rod, and her lips were busy with a long shaft that pulsed from crown to base as it neared release.

    She pinched the cock with her lips and hummed as loud as she could and heard Harmana groan with delight in response. And not long after she threw her head back and shouted something crude in Darnassian as ounces of sweet thick cum were gushed down into Myra's waiting throat.

    She felt the elf quiver and tremble and stagger away as heavy panting breaths signaled her need for a moment's respite. But soon after she felt someone step into Harmana's place and felt a cute little cock slapped down between her mounds and timid quaking hands grab hold of her tits and squeeze them tight together.

    “You have a cute cock.” purred Myra to Daedrina. “But you better pound my tits as hard as these other girls do.”

    The other women around the room groaned and cheered at Myra’s dirty talk. And Daedrina slammed her hips in response, pounding away at Myra’s tits with reckless panting abandon.

    And something about the shy woman's vigorous energy must have triggered Naya. As the elf arched her back and groaned as she erupted inside of Myra as well. Then Myra felt a hot splash of cum over her arm and cheek as Kayrieth groaned in wicked delight, as she painted the model's skin with her thick creamy ropes.

    Naya slapped Myra’s hip and said, “Can you get up a sec? I want to watch our priestess fuck your mounds.”

    Myra moved to oblige her, but Kayrieth was faster as she grabbed Myra's thighs and held her down on Naya's chest then dove down so her face was in front of Naya's cock and Myra's pussy.

    “Oh no you don’t,” Kayrieth said, “I’m not missing out on this for anything.”

    The matronly elf then took turns sucking on Naya’s cock and flicking her tongue over and around Myra’s pussy. And the skill and attention she gave to the lewd act made Myra’s head roll back as she yelled in pleasure.

    Myra focused on Kayrieth’s touch as the woman sucked loudly on Naya’s cock with a deep wet gulping sound, then smacked her lips around Myra’s clit. She twirled her tongue up to clean their nethers and gulped loudly to add heat to the sensual caress.

    After a short time, she broke the exchanging caress to say…

    “Myra, you do know that I’m going to fuck you once the others have their turns. I’m going tolock my hands behind your neck and pound you while the others jerk off at us.”

    Harmana grinned and called out from the side of the room as she grabbed her cock with both fists and stroked it from base to tip.

    “And when you’re done, I’m going to put her on her back and mate you. Legs up, cock deep.”

    Kayrieth grinned at her brash and blunt comrade then returned to the task at hand.

    Myra gasped and spurted some lust over Kayrieth’s face. And the matronly elf could only smile as she returned to servicing the women while the others watched.

    The hour that followed was a wild blissful time for the women in that tent.

    The powerful elves took turns using her in every naughty position they possibly could. Sometimes slamming her against the tent poles while the model’s legs were wrapped around their waist. Other times bent over with one of the women pounding her from behind while another thrust deep inside her inviting hot throat while her tits wobbled and shook from the hard motions. Yet other times she bounced on a hot hard dick, while her lips, hands, and breasts serviced the others.

    Kayrieth and Harmana even kept their promises. With the matronly woman capturing Myra in a full nelson while the others watched and Harmana slamming Myra while pinning her shoulders to the ground and mating her while her lips purred all sorts of lewd Darnassian phrases.

    But despite being a toy for these hot-hung elven women, Myra was always at the center of their play. As each of the babes wanted nothing more than to satisfy the desires they felt each time they passed by a recruiting poster that showed off the sexy human in her skimpiest outfits and armor designs.

    But as the evening wore on, Myra could feel the women’s energy waning. Which meant it was her turn to have a sensual fantasy come true.

    So as the women drank wine and took deep breaths to regain their vigor, Myra sank to her knees in the center of the room and looked at each face as she spoke.

    “Come here,” Myra said as she cupped her breasts in her hands and mashed her cum covered mounds together with a lewd squishing motion. “Get in a circle and give me everything you got.”

    She then rolled her tongue out in a lewd-almost-whorish expression, tipped her head back to give an easy target, and rocked back and forth to give her softer curves the gentlest of bounces.

    Then one by one the women surrounded her. Daedrina pointed her cute cock at Myra's back, Harmana and Naya aimed for her lips and face. Then Kayrieth and Raenea pumped their cocks and aimed for Myra's tits.

    The room was drowning in the steady rhythmic slaps and plaps of eager hands beating on horny dicks. And Myra could only hold her breath and shut her eyes as the women groaned one by one and the first of many hot ropes splashed over her skin.