Chapter 1 - Of Age and Admiration

“Anchors aweigh!” 

The water shone with the light of dawn as the sails of Relentless carried her back to the mainland. The seagulls hunted defenseless meals of the unsuspecting citizens and the proud, sea-green flags fluttered as the winds blew through. A duo of elven druids and a human rogue argued something with a guard in the Tradewinds Market and just a few too booze-happy workers decided to find out whose skull is the hardest; clear sky rested above Boralus and the night barely gave up, letting the city live its life. 

In the west of the city new banners rose as old perils were vanished and the guards stood on the watch, for once in a time closer to a simple decoration, declaration of peace and power, rather from sheer need. From the windows of the heart-fortress of Kul Tiras could you see the little, playful water elementals, the traders and the citizens, all as they lived their life - at long last marked without fear. 

“You wouldn’t deny your mother a drink, would you?” But in that very keep, the Proudmoore Keep did the mother and the daughter climb a stairway; in some amusing twist of fate, it was but the younger royal that had lost her breath in it all. “I would not, Lord Admiral.” Jaina declared with some keenness in her voice, humored no less by the apparent weakness of her own flesh. “However I would like to inquire whether the tallest chamber of all was the right choice.”

I may be an archmage but I'm still only human, mom. Sorceressly thought carried itself with some kind of amusement, perhaps disapproval but none that she would be willing to openly express. It really didn't seem fitting to complain about such a thing to someone much older, which the other Proudmoore didn't forget to mention. 

“If an older woman can scale this tower then so can a battlemage. Besides, do stop with the title, darling.” Delicately violet, practiced gloves fell onto the handles and pushed the doors with grace; as if they opened a ballroom to a hundred guests. “If you ask me, I have passed it on more than fittingly.” And it was a cozy little snuggery; a table for two by a couch, a little wall decorated with a dozen good bottles of fine wine, a fireplace, pillows, candles and shelves full of mementos, adornments and little other things that pleased the eye.

If you scale all these stairs everyday without any portals then in my book you ascended past an older woman a long time ago. Jaina scoffed gently but quietly. 

“I am not sure everyone believes so, mother.” Daughter of the Sea eventually got to the very top, taking a deep breath and sweeping that little room with her eyes, watching the old souvenirs from Stormwind and even bending her lips into a little smile as she saw the old, magical gem she gave to her mother, right after making it in Dalaran. “Time sure flies and many have forgotten that I ever existed. Truth to be told, I sometimes don’t even know if I am more useful than these carved anchors on our cannons.”

“Don’t be stupid, Jaina. Those anchors are very pretty and so are you.” Katherine declared and then seemingly ignored the wall-mounted bottles of Kul Tiran wine. “You both stand for something, represent us.” Archmage’s lips spread to give sound but none was to be heard as the elder Proudmoore bent down, raised one of her legs just a little bit and separated that tall, aureate-adorned heel from the ground.

So do you, mother… 

Though it was not the motherly answer which made the Daughter of the Sea swallow; it was the groaning of the fabric that adorned her mother's behind, the silken cry for help. Their family was well known for the natural beauty, Jaina’s fine bust was rather renowned in all of Azeroth and these robe-clad hips were famous for blocking view of things in a more than pleasing manner. Yet, as it was with these things, she was but a younger version of her mother and, in comparison, lacking perhaps a few inches there or there, depending on the taste. 

“Likewise, mother.”

And as far as sorceressly tastes went, those inches were more than just mouth-watering; it was them who really brought these refined leggings to moan in their bounds, all as those fine, royal buttocks stuck out of the cape. Likewise. She repeated in her mind. But you definitely represent more than I do. The Lord Admiral was eye-catching to everyone despite her age but the difficult truth was - there was no one who adored her beauty more than Jaina herself. 

It was hard to keep composure upon the first meeting but now, as they returned to proper relations, seeing just perfectly how her mother was a walking perfection of beauty-flesh, was nearly too much. Not to speak of the obvious inadequacy of feeling like eating your mother's ass whenever she turns around. 

"Long time since we spent an afternoon together, my dear." She eventually raised up with two white bottles, such that seemed to have corks shaded alike the aureate and engravings with the name of White Seadog. "And I do intend to spend it well, with some of the Admiralty's finest bourbon." It wasn’t long till the two sat before each other and before a fine glass of a perfectly transparent drink was poured before the archmage. 

Jaina's eyebrows raised high as her mother didn't exactly hold herself back and slowly poured a full, edge-topping glass for her daughter - all so with a little, indecent smile. "Who are we to save on each other today, am I not correct darling?" Katherine declared keenly, keeping the bottle bent and the flow steady. 

“White Seadog.” The mage muttered with some kind of surprise. That name was still strong in sorceressly mind, although more like a scourge of her youth. That thing is mostly raw alcohol, with just a quarter of it being sugar and water. These pink lips bent into a little smile, hiding the gentle awkwardness. It's barely past dawn but with this thing, we're going to be here till afternoon for sure. 

Soon Katherine fell onto her own cushioned chair, although as far as Jaina was concerned, there were enough pillows even without insewn ones. "Much has happened since you left, much has changed since you arrived but not the White Seadog" She leaned a little forth and Jaina's eyes could just see how these ripe, innate wonders spilled over the table and pushed her mother's glass away. "There’s much to share."

Definitely much to share with the world she had as her front was hidden under no more than a weakly purple, cotton undershirt that didn't hold back these motherly lovebags anyhow - they were free to hang in there, in their full glory. Covered but not hidden or held to any standard. 

Thankfully, the gaze of the younger Proudmoore could be easily taken for just staring at the other's glass - no Admiral, after all, would assume that her daughter is enjoying the sight of her grand bust spreading across the table alike a tide. That fine coat was naturally spread to the sides due to what it had to stretch itself around but as the Archmage noticed, it wasn't the only eye-catching thing. I suppose I didn't notice this when you condemned me to an execution but… Blue eyes fell onto these proud, fabric-piercing nipples. …I remember you having more grace than this. 

"Naturally, mother." Sorceress muttered out, dipping her lips into the alcohol and taking a deep breath through her nose. Still so, I'll need some topics and soon. She clenched her thighs, trying to vent some of that steam as she felt the space between grow sparse. … Hopefully soon enough.

Thank the Light for long robes. 

It had to be noted, however, that the space inside her panties was growing smaller with every second as Katherine decided to move her motherly qualities and continued. "Say, did you find anyone for yourself these days?" She asked as her front fell off the table initially and raised when straightened. 

"Well there was one blue dragon… I suppose." She began and went on with the information, much like the time did. Katherine wasn't exactly shy on questions and in the presence of her daughter alone acted far more openly - openly enough to keep the attention of her daughter for a long time. 

Sometimes she would lean back on her seat and pull these beauty-giants off the counter and then, when she leaned forward, these motherly wonders would squeeze against the edges of the table and show much they could change their shape. Then, at times, when she leant forward to pour another glass for her daughter, they would flood the table again. 

Jaina more often pretended to drink than not as she dared not to get wasted in such a situation; all too often she would pout these lips, too close to imagining the weight of these breasts on her very lips. Heavy, puffy, shaking to the sides and wiggling whenever her mother looked around for a cloth to clean the alcohol she occasionally spilled. 

In these moments did Katherine's voice turn quieter for the Archmage's focus couldn't spread over more than these plump, admiral-sized qualities. More often than not did Jaina begin to hide herself behind the glass, watching as this of her mother grew empty and full again a few times over. Had to be mentioned she couldn't sit in any other way than with separated, widely open legs as there was simply not enough space otherwise. This is…

… problematic. She did smile gently at some point, half-way listening to her mother's monologue; it did turn into one after a third glass or so. "...all in all, am I not sure if dragons are a good choice, darling." Former Lord Admiral eventually stopped and waved her hand in a fan-like manner, cooling herself. "Dear Light, it is getting hot in here." She scoffed and soon took off her lavallière, revealing more of that flawless, age-unbitten skin, innate to house Proudmoore. 

It's closer to you being full of alcohol. Katherine did hold a small blush on her face from all that bourbon and more so, she did focus quite a lot on putting her neckwear away in a straight manner. "Even if it's a blue one, darling, it doesn't mean he will be there for you. Someone has to take care of the kids eventually and doubt you plan to stay home for it."

Wait, what? Jaina's eyes opened a little wider as she pretended to drink the bourbon, doing no more than wetting her tongue since an hour. Kids? Is this where this is already going? She looked up and then put the alcohol away with a little mixture of surprise and disapproval on her face. She's not aware. Of course she isn't, how could she know that… Sorceressly tool twitched on the chair below, nearly jumping up and down as it was more upstanding by the minute, almost ripping those blue panties apart. …there were some magical anomalies recently. 

"First of all, mother, I do believe he would be there for me." That's if I didn't make a few mistakes already but that's none of your business. There was a certain spark in the mage, something about her life being her own - certainly love as well. "Besides, I don't think it is a discussion for now, mother." The daughter's voice turned negative. 

"Nonsense my dear. You're still young and dragons can't be trusted. We both know we have an image to uphold." Katherine retorted with a little unforgiving tone and raised her glass, taking a sip and accidentally spilling some of it onto her purple undershirt. "Oh storms." She muttered and grabbed a nearby handkerchief, for some reason trying to wipe the alcohol from her chest - in result moving around the whole breast and showing its grand size, plumpness and sheer beauty-fatness in their full glory. "Besides, I would be grateful if you could lessen the temperature a bit. I'm sweltering and I'll have to undress if this continues."

Definitely she was, full coat and previous pussybow; the heavy boots, the shirt, the gloves. It all was made for these sea breezes and windy evenings, not a little, cozy room and few heavier ones. Undress you say. The Daughter of the Sea was a potent frost mage no doubt, such a request could easily be fulfilled. Even so, as Jaina soon came to believe, it was not all too much to her heart's content. 

After all, asking an Archmage to condition the room for you could be a little insulting and more so, young Proudmoore had already been pushed. Not only did you bring me here only to shoehorn me into making kids but also you drink yourself up. As a skilled mage could make great ice, even novices could create some heat. Perhaps such a thing wasn't within sorceressly specializations but still, she was more than capable of creating fire. Then you speak about upholding our image.

All in all, what was a little bit of widely dispersed heat?

Perhaps you should wear less if you… She didn't finish the sentence, catching herself on turning a little poisonous. It simply was not her way to be - even though there was great annoyance at hand. You never were open about this before, even if we had some time alone. Jaina's tool twitched again, all as she angrily glared at the Grand Bust of House Proudmoore. You've got to be very relaxed mother, at least enough to brandish these udders around. 


All while there's alcohol on your mind. She took a shallower, little ragged breath. You speak of such things and yourself look like some kind of… Another vitriol-filled thought didn't make it past, although the mental image of many less clothes did. Archmage's fingers clenched, almost feeling how it is to dig into these royal tits and how it is to be lost in them. 

Just another heavy, nearly angry breath followed as Katherine was done wiping her shirt; the Sorceress did spend a good while with a raging erection and perhaps, just perhaps, it could have had an effect on her by now. 

"Who…" Something loudly snapped, filling the room with a noise of ripping fabric - right before another sound followed, same in nature but heavier. Two lines of defense were broken almost at once and something else just jumped out; its very tip now hanging just past the edge of her knees.

The temperature rose and Jaina smiled, looking at her confused mother who turned her eyes around curiously, as to locate the source of such a sound. "Who would you see for me then, mother?" The sorceress finished her sentence, bringing all the attention to herself again. 

"Well, naturally someone from a good house." Katherine began with a certain heaviness in her voice, one finely induced by the heat. "Someone whose blood will finely add to ours and preferably someone who wouldn't have an issue paying a respectable dowry - we are the Admiralty after all, we need to think of our holdings as the world changes." She used a handkerchief to wipe her forehead from drops of sweat. 

Naturally, mother. Someone big enough. 

"Higher nobility has to stick to higher nobility, my dear. It's not really a place for simple love." Her statement was given with some raw honesty as the alcohol tore down sweeteners and brought out raw truth; perhaps even common sense. "We've got our duties." The older Proudmoore added and then swallowed loudly. "Darling, are you sure you-"

"So someone with sizable qualities. Something heavy enough to be brought onto the table and bargained with, someone who I could spend every night with and no one would bat an eye." Archmage asked, watching with satisfaction how her mother melted in her chair. "From a good house, good family and with blood that will finely add to mine." She repeated it all. "So… someone like you, mother. You would be capable of… reimbursing me with gold and all other things as such. We would make a perfect match."

Katherine squinted her eyes at this particular remark but against all good sense took another sip from glass, staring at her own daughter; much unaware of the precum dripping onto the floor. "I suppose so. We Proudmoores do fit with each other." The floor under Jaina's was getting quite sticky as their eyes connected for a while, as a drop of sweat went down motherly face and as one gaze was a little confused and the other one ever so content. "I suppose we would make a good pair darling but it is a matter of compatibility and I don't think you can-"

"You're really hot right now, mom." Jaina declared and stood up from her seat, moving around the very table. "I think the alcohol is kicking in despite my best efforts to cool you down." The daughter stepped around so gently, her voice so sweet and one could even see the odd confusion on the older face - it was as if the older woman knew something was amiss but couldn't quite put her finger on it. "I think you just wear too much."

Way too much. Sorceressly hands fell onto motherly shoulders from behind, all as a fine slab of mage-meat pressed against the backsupport of the chair. "But as you said, the day is young and we ought to spend it together in its entirety. We've got a lot of family bonds to repair."

"Well." Katherine muttered as one of the sorceressly gloves made it off her shoulder, all to wave her fingers and have another bottle of the White Seadog. "I don't remember saying so…" Head of the family declared, feeling the firm grasp. "... not at all, actually."

"The heat must have gotten you good." Jaina declared merrily, uncorking the bottle and pouring another glass for her mother. "Drink another to cool down." She tapped the glass twice and you could almost see the thin ice on its edges. "I wouldn't like you to faint from the heat, Mother." 

Jaina's tool pressed with force against the back of the seat, all as Katherine gently grabbed the glass; on one hand a little reserved about the odd behaviour of her daughter but on the other hand, much relished in the relief the cooled down glass brought. "Thank you darling. I do think this should be my last one, however. Stupid things start to get out of my mouth."

And wise things may just get into it. Jaina didn't say a thing at first, merely watching her mother raise the drink and begin drinking. "So say mother, what compatibility issues do you have in mind?" The daughter asked and took a shallower breath, rubbing her meat against the chair. 

At this time you could just focus on these full lips of the older Proudmoore, on how finely they wrapped and cushioned the edge of the glass and, obviously, on how well they soon left it. Cold alcohol was a gift on its own in the room where temperature kept only rising and a good half of the glass happened to be empty now. Naturally, no woman of higher standard would wolf it so shamelessly but as the sapphire eyes of the sorceress saw it, the Archmage didn't mind. 

"Well, darling." Voice of Katherine Proudmoore was to be heard again, as soon as she put the glass away. "Marriage is for an heir, darling. As far as I am concerned…" A drop of sweat went down her temple. "... you are not a man and can't really have a child with another woman." She gave a little smile while looking slightly upwards. "Or has something changed that I am unaware of?"

Jaina smiled as well.

"So you say, we would be much compatible if that matter was out of the way?" Daughter of the Sea asked with curiosity, grabbing the bottle once more and refilling for her mother, although doing it with a rather unwilling look from her mother. "Because I do think we would fit each other a lot. Not to mention it could get rid of the issue with my… future marriage."

The former Lord Admiral had a little odd expression on her face, somewhat disoriented but also ever so slightly distrustful; as if words of her daughter were really proposing something strange but something she couldn't believe to make sense. "Well, yes. I already said that. I don't know what you're going towards here, darling but you confuse your mother."

"Also I appreciate but that's my last one for sure - and only half of it." Katheirne declared as she was already far from thinking straight; she had to blink twice to sharpen her vision. "I might have overdone it."

Yes, you have. 

"It's fine, mom. I really just wanted to spend some time with you." Jaina declared so merrily, watching as the crucial glass made it towards motherly lips once more; how it was titled and how her mother drank. "But I really think you're still hot, mother." A daughter's help was that she extended her hand and grabbed the glass, cooling it further and helping the mother drink. 

Katherine blinked again but didn’t fight initially, only after a few gulps of the bastardly strong liquor did she try to stop her daughter. Unsuccessfully so, she didn’t halt the further canting of the glass, having some of the alcohol be spilled onto her and as such, being forced to drink more unless she wanted the rest of bourbon on her clothes. 

Vivid, blue eyes narrowed as the head of house Proudmoore continued to gulp against her will; as she swallowed loudly, all till the alcohol was gone and she took a sharp, heavy breath. "Darling…" She inhaled between the words, all as Jaina put the glass away with practiced grace. "...I do not appreciate such behavior."

"Nonsense, mother." Jaina declared and there was an almost scary calmness in her voice, held a tone of someone who just made their mind. Putting the glass away, she almost sinisterly grabbed the whole bottle of White Seadog. "You need to drink something cold to cool down." As the whole bottle was brought closer and Katherine felt a sharp grasp on her head, even more sweat went down her face. 

"Darling…" She began but didn't end, not having the right strength to protest or to actually get out of her child's grasp. A delicious spark went across her face as she saw that face of her daughter, a spark of fear. For it was tranquil, delicate and so simple maliciousness on the sorceressly face. It was then that she had to face off with mostly full bottle of something strong enough to pacify a sailor. If you really want me to mingle with someone so badly then so be it, mother. 

"Drink up, mom." Archmage declared and pulled back that pretty, flushed face of the very Katherine Proudmoore; a woman who also was her mother, a head of the house, a jailor that wasn't afraid of executing her mere months ago. Drink up well. The mouth of the bottle made it into the mouth of the Admiral.

And it began with a delicious slosh as the alcohol poured out, right into this royal gullet. A few disagreeing noises filled the keep’s snuggery but up to no real avail; Jaina took nothing but keen exhilaration from them and her tool stained the back of the chair ever so more in that moment. The bourbon inside began to burble; its escape wasn't all so smooth - those elder jaws weren't so keen on guzzling after all but yet it had nowhere else to go. 

Sorceress merely watched as the bottle grew emptier and as her mother's face grew redder, the eyes ever so more strained by the second but it didn’t stop her; she had spent a good while with a raging erection by now and was insulted no less. Treated alike any royal daughter that is to be married away and by no one else than this very monument of Proudmoore beauty; beauty so overflowing. 

And the contents inside could be seen as alike a shadow, disturbed by the bubbles of air that sneaked inside and stirred the whole thing. Each of these air-pockets was but a followup to a loud swallow, a forced wolfing of raw bourbon that could knock a man down, a horse, perhaps even an orc - but not an Admiral. Not a member of a family that was born amidst tides and alcohol whose first and last quality was just how severely it could put you down. Head of such a family, no matter how eloquent and graceful, had to be resilient no less. 

So when Jaina threw the whole bottle away and the promising, empty tinkle of the glass resounded in the room, Katherine was still amongst the conscious ones; breathing heavily as if she ran down the keep stairs ten times over and with face flushed to a delicious pink colour but present nonetheless. Those delicious, rose lips spread for a moment but no sound was given until a few more inhales followed. “Jaina…” 

“It’s hot in here, isn’t it?” The daughter responded, her hands soon sliding down these shoulders and across this delicately violet, woolen undershirt. She forced these motherly, age-refined cushions to soon fill her grasp, all so she could squeeze and prove their raw size by having that plumpiness spill through her fingers. “You really got too much on yourself.” The mage declared ever so calmly, digging even deeper into these family qualities and lowering her head to perfectly match this of her mother. 

Katherine took another sharp breath, still heated and still shallow. “Darling this isn’t…” She didn’t finish her sentence as Jaina merely took a hold of what was on her mind for such a long time, grabbed it and shamelessly squeezed, pulled apart to the sides and squashed, forcing them to adjust to her will. As fate would have it, these great nipples would soon be visible even through that undershirt. “This is wrong. What are you even doing…?”

“You’re right mom, I should have planned this better.” The archmage let these motherly monsters fall down and waved her finger, causing runes to appear all over the floor and then creep onto the very chair. “A sturdy old chair isn’t really the place for fulfilling your wishes like this, we need something better. Bigger, softer.”  

Katherine shook her head and swallowed. “My wishes? Darling what’s wrong with you…” As per usual, she had to take a few breaths between the words. “... I didn’t ask for anything like this and I am not…” She tried to take a heavier tone as if she could resist anything. “... going anywhere until you stop with this. It’s inappropriate to even-” 

But so her words would matter little as the archmage was, after all, an archmage; runes of the arcane and the cabal soon seeped into the seat of the gifted Proudmoore, much like they would make their way onto the sofa that adorned the other part of the room. Daughter of the Sea narrowed her eyes and then said but a shortest incantation and Katherine’s eyes widened with a flash of blue light. 

For it was a moment till she suddenly felt herself sink into something soft and her eyes fell onto a chair by the other wall of her little relaxation room; she could see the lighter floor in the place where a whole couch once stood and now was no more. ”Better.” Jaina purred out ever so contently and returned to her work, leaning ever so more over her mother and pressing her cheek against this older one, all as she looked down upon the monumental bust of house Proudmoore. 

“Jaina, you need to stop immediately.” Katherine pleaded as she was taken into a strong grasp once more and her breasts were forced to spill to the sides and then, played with for a time .”Do you hear me child?” The mother asked but it was a helpless moan that filled the room right after, all as her nipples were properly pinched through the wool - her daughter had quite the nails as well. 

“At ease, mom.” Jaina declared and then grabbed that pretty head of her mother with one hand, all while the other made sure to continue its lovely torment. “We Proudmoores really do fit each other.” She purred as the white-haired head was turned around and both sets of puffy, balmed, lipsticked lips met with each other; as plumpness of one met with the fullness of the other and then demanded a connection. 

Former Lord Admiral could only try to fight anyhow but there was a strong mist of alcohol on her mind and her muscles felt far too relaxed, there was her very daughter’s tongue that soon creeped into her maws and there were those long, blue nails that dug into her areola. Naturally, such a kiss wasn’t all too perfect, one head tried to sometimes turn or pull away but up to no avail, sorceress lips would always find their prey and relish in this little hunt for as long as it lasted. 

And the sounds of broken kissing were to be heard, the smooching, the disagreeing moaning as mage’s hand pulled that defenseless nipple away; a raw sensation where pain ran in confusion with crude stimulation. As soon as that nipple was released, Jaina's hand creeped between these motherly udders and grabbed the bottom of that undershirt. 

With her tongue ramming its way even deeper into her mother's mouth and the nasty, delicious sounds of such a fight, she pulled up the violet wool. A fine belly was released, a skin of a noble seemingly unbitten by time and delicate enough to ponder whether the older Proudmoore bathed in milk. Though it was not an easy motion soon after, for the sorceress kept pulling upwards and there was a lot of motherly beauty to unveil yet. 

And that beauty had to be raised, all these fine pounds of royal cushions had to make their way across the attire and only then could they spill out of their prison. And fall they did, adorning that chest in their full motherly glory; ready to be grabbed and groped, soon decorated with these slick daughterly fingers and these vivid, blue nails. 

Creamy skin met sapphire touch and now spilled again, not hidden under anything but free to enjoy; the heat of the flesh to be felt, the softness you could lose a hand in. All while their owner disagreed loudly but not comprehensively, a tongue fighting her own wasn't exactly helping. Though naturally, her red face and the sweat going down her temple was enough to warrant a break - something that the daughter has given. 

"Enough…" The older woman panted out as puffy lips separated, a fine string of family saliva stretching between them. "... enough." Katherine panted as Jaina licked her lips, nodding. 

"We'll give you a minute."

The archmage retreated but not for long, her hand fell onto the back support of the sofa and she merely walked around it, pushing the table away to make an easier path. For naturally, the pillowed seats were finely bending under her mother and yet they could be bent so much better under more family weight. So they did, as soon as another wonder of Proudmoore rear-beauty fell onto the furniture, you could see both of them going just a delicate - but ever so satisfying - bit lower. 

"Jaina, you can't…" As it would come into the usual now, Katherine wouldn't finish her sentence, swiftly silenced with a gentle kiss on her lips. Kiss that shared even more of that saliva and during which blue nails creeped down to effortlessly undo a fine belt of a former Lord Admiral. 

"At ease, mom." Jaina declared as they separated again, a fine string of juices forming between them and breaking as swiftly as it was with their connection. "I'm just making sure that your wishes come true." A fine, heavy waist piece was thrown away alike older woman's ability to defend herself, easily and just like that. "I need someone proper…"

Her delicate hand went onto that belly, enjoyed the creamy skin and rubbed it softly, just to creep below and slip a finger under these royal leggings. "... someone who would fit a Proudmoore…" She continued as her mother could only watch with worry how the button of her pants was undone, revealing a fine set of black lingerie. "... someone with proper, sizable qualities and something to offer."

Jaina's hand once more fell onto the innate pillow closer to her, digging it with such ease and proving their raw puffiness once more. "Someone I can spend a night upon a night with and no one, truly no one will bat an eye." Sorceress purred out as her hand pulled down these pants, forcing them down to these thighs; a fine, plump set of legs that only their house could produce and keep unbitten by age. 

Katherine shivered as her daughter's finger creeped down under her lingerie. "You must…" Her flushed face was definitely a bastion of resistance, although one far too weakened to do anything when your own daughter began to rapidly grind your cunt. "... stop …" Her gloved hand clenched into a fist as she couldn't do anything else. "... Jaina!"

She yelled, perhaps cried out, maybe just begged, all to be answered by a finger that ran ever so deeper into these overflowing insides; one that disturbed every sensitive piece of her flesh as it turned out, did so with a very telling, wet sound of lovejuice spilling ladyparts. Naturally, her iron-hard nipples and shamelessly leaking loveparts fooled no one. 

"Just doing what you wanted of me, mom." Soon did Jaina lean towards these proper, fat tits of house Proudmoore, lowered herself to rub her cheek against delicate skin and then to unceremoniously bite into a fine, hardened nipple. As the motherly lungs grew breathless from the sensation, she pulled back and enjoyed just how far that fine udder could go before she felt any resistance, before she had to let it go. "Finding someone for myself."

"Not like this!" Katheine's yell resounded with the strength of a fingered, bare-tittied nobility who drank too much for her own good. "You and I, we can't…" She panted, looking down at her disturbed lingerie. "... and you're no man. You can't make children!"

Jaina smiled ever so gently. 

"About that." She waved her hand and undone the few buckles which yet held her belts; her waistpiece and the monstrous bulge beneath the bottom of her robes. With panties torn a long time ago and the very pants ruined no less, her fine sorceressly cock had no issues to emerge from these layers of attire and simply allowed them to fall off it. Katherine had not seen anything just by then and as such, hadn't reacted properly to that slab of rising mage-meat. "There were changes. A few of them."

The mother blinked twice as her mind processed the words she was given but with a foggy vision and heat in every part of her mind, she didn't understand just then - at least not until her daughter moved a little to the side as to sit properly. Jaina halted the fingering of her mother and spread her legs with some raw satisfaction, as if to furtherly present that upstanding, thick tool. "But let me show you."

She spread her arm around that former Admiral and soon the pretty head was grabbed, pushed towards the mage. It was then that Katherine hit something spongy and hot, hard and yet a little puffy. Something that made her nostrils flare and breathe in a scent which brought her sharpness back in almost an instant. In truth, it was rather hard to not awaken when you realized there was a fat cock spread across your entire face with throbbing so hard you could tell your daughter's heartbeat with ease. 

"What is this…" Katherine almost stuttered as she swallowed, feeling the radiating warmth. 

"Magic can be finicky, mom." Jaina declared with such an usual, merry voice, as if she wasn't sitting there with heavy pounds of dickmeat rising into the air. "It can be whimsy at times or even moody." Still holding the older woman by the back of her head, the younger Proudmoore slid her mother across the shaft, upwards and towards that wide, fine tip. "A lot has changed as I said, mom. There's so much for you to find out."

Katherine, with nothing short of worry on her face, slowly approached the head of that beast, eventually feeling how her daughter's precum stained her forehead and slid down; how her nose soon was next to the very source and had her breathe with the raw stench of that family cock. It permeated well, very well. Soaked into her flesh. 

And her expression? Little words could describe the raw shock and fear of a mother who understood her daughter had a meat so fat it would barely fit inside her jaws. Not to speak, head of the House Proudmoore was not a fool, she knew exactly what such situations lead to. 

"How about a taste then."

As her lips soon met that hot, pinkish tip, Katherine would try to negotiate and naturally, she would achieve nothing as a strong push impaled her onto that cock, forcing her entire head down and forcing her to gobble up that mage-meat before she could utter a word. Her eyes widened, perhaps one twitched and a deliciously choking noise of disagreement filled the room. All to Jaina's delight, forcing her to spread her own fine lips and shudder. "God mom, you're good at this."

Former Lord Admiral would spit some saliva in a struggle as her heated insides took in that cock, as her tongue was forced to meet that precum dripping urethra and get a full taste of her daughter's nectar. The pressure on the back of her head wouldn't lessen, soon forcing her to go even lower as, truth to be told, it was the first time since the alteration that Jaina was slobbered over. 

Moments of passion could break a few rules of common sense, such as how much strength was too much or well, how far could one's maws spread. 

Katherine's head would suddenly slide down a little bit with a moist, raw sound of an overfilled mouth and then the gullet. Inch or perhaps two at a time would she swallow, forcing her to roll her eyes upwards while her daughter almost wallowed in the raw bliss. You could see how her muscles tensed, how her breaths were cut in half the sensation she was given. 

Jaina took a little break for herself as soon as her mother gobbled up the first half of her cock. Inhaling deeper she looked at the ceiling, away from her mother that a rather fine bulge on her neck; a throat widened in a finest way as clearly that sorceressly cock hadn't gone all the way down yet. One could see where the bulge ended and just how much it stretched that neck, whilst also giving one a sight of yet unaffected flesh. 

It was as if the former Admiral swallowed a first. 

"By the Light, mom. You…" The mage muttered more to herself than to the cock-spread elder. "... are amazing." She then took another breath, patting the back of the seemingly phased out Katheirne and swallowed. "If you only knew how this feels…" Jaina then tried to push that pretty head down again but realized it was softly stuck. "... so tight. Your insides are almost burning."

A tongue soon ran across the blue lips, all as her hand grasped the arcane breast under her clothes. "Thank you for doing it for me." She smiled softly and then looked at the exposed ass of her mother, at those flagship hips of the house Proudmoore; at the creamiest, plumpiest set of buttocks she had seen. "For all of us." She groped her own chest for just a moment more, all as her mother's saliva trickled down that meat. "So let's keep going."

With almost a thud did her second hand soon fall onto the motherly head, all to then apply force you would otherwise not expect of her delicate body. With that did her own expression melt a little, she felt the initial pressure rising over her cock, the raw heat and sensation of the ramming that continued with such indifference - with Jaina cockfeeding her mother as if it was day like any other. 

With a little bit of gagging and Katherine's head twitching alike mad it was eventually done, a delicious bulge fought its way across the defenseless throat and connected with the rest of the body. That pretty head went down. These already phased out eyes rolled up entirely if not wickedly as motherly lips kissed the groin and the former Admiral finally wolfed down an entirety of her daughter's fat cock, now able to do nothing else but drool. 

The mage just pouted and exhaled hot air, seeming how her dick was entirely gone, hidden in that gifted, mom's body. "Oh gods." She tried to push her own parent even deeper but realized there was only so much dickmeat to swallow and only so many kisses that could be laid on her crotch. With that, she closed her eyes and pulled the pretty maws upwards with force. 

A single strong move left saliva flying as Katherine Proudmoore slid across her daughter's cock in an instant, her fist-fit maws suddenly free and her head forced to arch backwards. Her eyes kicked back in place and no longer stood so madly rolled up, her lungs realized fresh air was available once and took a heavy, sharp breath involuntarily. Coughing and gasping for air, she tried to return amongst the living. 

All as Jaina merely enjoyed the look of her massive, fat thing being entirely wet; slobbered over and glistening with the juices of her mother. She saw it twitch, release more precum and ask for more. "Oh yes. We're a perfect fit, mother."

"Jain-" Head of their house pleaded once more with an obvious effect, her offspring had heard enough and merely slammed her head back onto that cock. Juicy noise resounded once more as the mage simply slammed the two things together - her cock and her mom. Up and down would soon Katherine go, gagging and coughing out saliva as her daughter masturbated with her head. 

It would take a shorter while for Jaina to find the proper rhythm but her mother would soon be mopping her dick clean. Pink lips would clean all that spit from before and replace it with a new layer. It was quite convenient that this chamber was at the top of a tower, far away from any other ears that could have heard this nasty symphony of Admiralty's finest choking. 

Even as her hand worked up so well, Jaina's eyes sometimes turned distant, blissfully phased out into the realm of pleasure. There was no delight like this of a motherly blowjob, no contentment like this of seeing just how madly someone's maws had to spread to take on your cock. 

The warmth of the ever choked out, escaping saliva that trickled all the way down onto your fat balls and warmed them up in a way like no other - that was quite irreplaceable. It was such a gift that once the mage noticed how her mom was nearly passing out due to obvious blockade of her lungs, she pulled her out and allowed another few sharp, nearly whistling seconds of breathing. With stretching strings of juices did these lips spread to gasp air.

Obviously, right before she slammed her down once more. 

It was whenever Katherine was about to lay a kiss that it felt the hardest to push her and alike, it was then that the pressure coming onto that dick was the greatest. It would happen that the former Admiral often stopped there as the deepest parts of her body still somewhat fought against the tip of Jaina's dick. Thankfully for that elder mind, she wouldn't need to smell her daughter's saliva bathed ballsack just yet.

With the stench of family cock rawly ingrained into her skin, the mother would eventually be pulled up a few more times but only halfway across that dick. Each time so that there could be a strong push down as sorceressly breathing grew sharper - each time ever so shallower and with a choke ever so more hopeless. 

And as Jaina would clench her teeth and long last, she would slam that head all the way down till her mage balls were smooched. With such a groan of motherly disagreement did the room fill as the daughter's balls began to empty themselves, to flex and pull up while releasing absolute loads of thick, oozing seed. 

"Oh gods…" Younger proudmoore muttered as she fed her parent right into her belly, forcing a slab of dickmeat through that family gullet and depositing these raw gallons of cum. 

And one could hear it. 

The pressure with which all that spunk ran through her dick, just how it was forced out and then how it sloshed inside that stomach. The pressure with which those chunky portions were shot at those already pooling up ones, no different to the sound of water splashing against a concrete wall. 

Naturally, even Jaina could hear the raw, obscene noise of her own spunk being released; she could do nothing else than pull back her head and close her eyes, all whilst digging her fingers into her breast and trying to pierce the very fabric. So she would leave marks of pleasure that later were to be felt although not regretted. 

Katheirne on the other sound could only make a rather helpless, broken expression that was a mixture of lacking air, cock-stretched maws and rolled up eyes. Her hand soon tapped against daughterly thighs and eventually even slapped, sending that delicious thigh meat into motion as she felt the cum rise in her stomach. Obviously, in the peak of the moment the sorceress wouldn't even feel the thing but it was a parent's right to try and then fail to reprimand their children. 

Helplessly the former admiral gagged as all that seed kept gathering inside, her merely able to gargle and choke as it ran out of space. So it was that the final portion of that daughterly, arcane jizz would erupt from her mouth, staining the entire groin. 

It was it that would outright shock the older woman, causing her to phase away once more as she could no longer believe in what took place. 

Much different to Jaina who just looked down, at her entire gobbled up meat, at her mother who nearly kissed her very balls and at that white, thick spunk dripping from her ballsack. Sapphire eyes stared for a moment, right before downturning onto the nearby, floor-adorning bottle of White Seadog. 

"I suppose alcohol is not so bad after all with the right company." She declared but merrily.





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