4 comments/ 17662 views/ 18 favorites Twilight's Pleasure Ch. 01 By: SirenoftheDeep Author's Note: This chapter of Twilight's Pleasure is a bit of a somewhat-cliffhanger, so I hope you readers enjoy it. I had to do a bit of research to figure out where to put Variona's lab, but anyway, in this chapter you get a more in-depth look at Variona's experiments from a different point of view. ***** Caithana Duskwhisper snorted softly to herself as she slipped through the trees of Stranglethorn Vale, taking the chance of going off the beaten path as opposed to risking a fight with a member of the Alliance or someone from the Horde who had a grudge against blood elves. A rogue by trade, she didn't favor upfront battles in the slightest, and for all her talent in hand-to-hand combat, she much preferred sneak attacks and setting traps for her unwary prey. Her all-black wardrobe helped her to blend in with the shadows of the trees she was using for cover, and it certainly helped that the sun was setting and causing the shadows to darken even further. Just to be safe, however, she stayed stealthed as she made her way through the short cut that a troll rogue had told her about, not wanting to run into any gorillas or tigers that might take offense to her presence. Her glowing green eyes carefully scanning her surroundings as she brushed a wisp of black hair out of her beautiful face. She was headed to Mistvale Valley in search of some herbs in order to brew some new poisons and she wasn't keen on having to fight any gorillas for the plants. Really, she wouldn't even be out in the wilderness like she was if getting the herbs herself wasn't much cheaper than buying them from a vendor. Blasted goblins, would rob you blind if given half a chance, she thought with a snort, smirking in triumph as she reached the entrance to the valley and immediately set about scanning the ground near the trees for the herbs she wanted. She struck gold right off the bat, almost literally as she spotted some goldthorn growing next to one of the valley walls, and she snuck over, keeping a wary eye out for any easily-enraged gorillas. She grinned as she succeeded in picking the goldthorn, which was a vital component in several potions that she'd been meaning to brew, and she happily tucked the herb into one of her hip pouches. The next thirty minutes passed by quickly as she picked several types of herbs, including one purple lotus that she literally almost tripped over as she ducked behind a tree to hide from a passing gorilla. She didn't know where in the valley she was when she suddenly felt a sharp tingle at the base of her spine, all of her senses telling her that there was magic nearby, and a lot of it. She stiffened, straightening up from where she'd been crouched while she'd been examining a flower bush for any hidden herbs, and she looked around warily. She didn't see anything at first glance, but as she cautiously moved closer to the valley wall at her back, the tingle increased, the source of the magic getting closer to her...or she was getting closer to it. Caithana looked around suspiciously, on the alert for any mages who might be using invisibility nearby, but when she stepped closer to the cliff at her back and felt a jolt to her magic-detecting senses, she realized the source wasn't a mage. She turned around, automatically slipping back into stealth, and closed her eyes briefly as she opened her senses to the magic around her, a talent most if not all blood elves possessed, and then opened her eyes. The green glow of the orbs brightened as she realized what she was looking at: she was literally standing in front of a veritable iron wall of camouflage and other spells designed to conceal something, and her curiosity was officially roused with a vengeance. Her quest for herbs forgotten for the moment, she set about carefully dismantling the actual traps she could now see through the magic, using all the skills she had learned during her very brief tenure as an apprentice mage to avoid activating the magical traps. Her curiosity wouldn't let her rest until she discovered what it was that someone had went through so much effort to hide, though at most she was expecting a treasure chest with some enchanted equipment inside. She certainly hadn't thought she'd find an actual door once she looked through the camouflage spells, and that just caused her curiosity to peak, because why would anyone go through the trouble of digging a room into the side of cliff in Mistvale Valley of all places? The female rogue wanted to know the answer to that very question, and she smiled in anticipation, a shiver of excitement running through her body as she slipped through the now-revealed door. She barely thought to close it behind her, her eyes already darting around eagerly as she looked down the hallway she had found herself in. The hall was made of smooth stone all around, the floor, walls, and what she could see of the ceiling, and there was a faint light coming from a dimly-lit magic orb hanging from the ceiling further down the passageway, assisting the glow from her own eyes in lighting the hall. She could see the faint outline of several doors further down the hallway, and she decided to start at the front and work her way back, walking briskly down the hallway in order to reach the first door, barely pausing to examine it for traps before she opened it the smallest crack. If she had been expecting treasure, she was sorely disappointed when all she saw was a large, empty room carved out of the natural stone of the cliff, though it was suspiciously dust-free. She didn't bother to look any closer at the room that that. Sighing inaudibly in disappointment, she withdrew and pulled the door closed, moving on in her exploration, the next few rooms proving just as disappointing to the blood elf, but when she looked inside the fourth room, her breath caught in her throat and her eyes went wide. So great was her stunned shock that she dropped out of stealth, her gaze drinking in the sight before her and attempting to somehow make sense of it. The door she had opened led into some kind of lab, with a large stone table equipped with sturdy-looking restraints, and those same restraints were keeping a writhing prisoner chained to the stone table. The woman on the table was easily recognizable as a night elf, and despite her own kind's fabled hatred of them, Caithana still flinched when the woman suddenly screamed - not in pain as she first thought, but pleasure. The purple-skinned woman had long silver hair that was matted and darkened with sweat, and there were light purple markings surrounding her shining silver eyes, which the blood elf could see were glazed with pleasure. What disturbed her was the fact that pleasure was the only thing she could see in the night elf's eyes, there was no lucidity or anything, and she had to shake herself before she returned to looking over the night elf woman's body, trying to see what was causing the other woman's behavior. Large breasts, only a few sizes smaller than her own, Caithana noticed, topped with erect nipples a darker purple than the woman's skin, bounced and jiggled with each breath the night elf took. The woman was restrained with her hands beside her head and her legs spread far apart, exposing the smooth mound between her thighs, along with the source of the female's pleasure. There was a large amount of some kind of thick gel covering the night elf's pelvis, including her entrance and clit, and it glowed faintly pink in the soft light. She could feel a faint magic presence from it, but before she could think on that further, the other woman arched as best she could and let out another scream of pleasure. Unable to tear her eyes away from the sight before her, able to see fairly clearly because of the faint light coming from behind her, her own breath began to shorten as the night elf went through three more orgasms. She finally tore herself away from the alternatively arousing and horrifying sight of the restrained female, and she hurriedly backed out and quickly shut the door, her heart pounding, with what she didn't know, but she knew she had to hurry and move along. She took several breaths to try and calm herself down before she moved over to the next door down, and she spent almost five minutes gathering the courage to open the door. When she did open the door, however, she very much wished she hadn't when she beheld what was happening inside of the room. Likely through the use of some spell, the noises of what was happening inside each of the rooms didn't reach the hallway outside, which was the only thing she could think of that would have kept her from hearing what was happening in this room. Much the same as the other room, it featured a stone table equipped with restraints, but the woman being held in those restraints was different. Instead of a night elf, the woman chained to this table was a human, a blonde haired beauty with large, buoyant breasts that bounced enticingly with each movement she made, with eyes that were bright with lust and pleasure and yet glazed as though she had been drugged with something. The human quickly reached an orgasm as the shocked blood elf watched, and the cause of her pleasure was both obvious and horrifying: mounted atop the woman was a huge spider, a large arachnid with the same basic shape as a Deepmoss Venomspitter yet colored a strange combination of red and pink, with the beast's eyes glowing a bright pink. The spider appeared to hold still at first glance, merely straddling the chained woman, but as Caithana watched, its' torso and body began to flex, moving almost gently up and down. Moving cautiously closer, the rogue's eyes widened in horror as, from her new angle, she was able to see the huge member coming from the spider and sliding almost languidly into the willing body beneath it, and her ears finally registering the soft squishing noises that resulted from a cock sliding into a wet cunt. It took her a moment to equate one to the other, but when she did she hurriedly backed away in horror, just as the human came again, screaming in pleasure as she did so. When the other woman began moving, Caithana thought for a moment that she was trying to force the spider away from her, but she saw what the blonde was really trying to do only a few seconds later. The woman was trying to move her body to meet the spider's thrusts, and the soft moans coming from the blonde's throat couldn't be described as anything other than wanton. Sick to her stomach at what she was seeing, Caithana practically sprinted from the room and shut the door. Hard. Darting quickly to the door across from the room containing the human, the rogue was shaking as she took a few deep breath, let them out in gusty sighs, and straightened her back as she pulled open the door. She had to put what she had seen out of her mind and focus on finding out what was going on in this place, and why whoever had built it had gone to such lengths to conceal it. Although, she was beginning to get an idea of why the owner of the complex didn't want anyone knowing about it... Instead of another room with a stone table, restraints, and another hapless captive, she found herself in what looked like a large supply room, so large that even her keen night vision couldn't see everything. Stepping into the room and glancing quickly to each side, she spotted a lone candle on a table to the right of the door. Smiling at her luck, Caithana pulled out her flint and tinder and quickly lit the candle, blinking in surprise at the rather bright light the small thing produced. She paid no attention the odd rose-like scent the candle gave off, instead immediately picking up her new source of light and going to the back of the storeroom. Everyone knew, after all, that the best things were always kept in the backs of supply rooms. She pawed through some small boxes, frowning when she found jars and jars of ingredients that had no earthly use, and when she started finding odd clamp-like things she became more than a little confused. Picking up one of the odd clamps, she turned it over in one hand, holding the rose-scented candle in the other as she frowned pensively. Her breath was coming a little heavier, so obviously she hadn't quite put the image of that night elven woman behind her, and as she shifted to put the clamp back, she was startled to feel her erect nipples rubbing against the fabric of her top. It was strange, since it didn't feel cold in the storeroom, and she took a deep breath to try and get herself to relax, moving on to examine the things she could faintly see outlined against a tabletop set against the far wall. She lifted the candle to make best use of its' light, and she gasped audibly at the sight that greeted her eyes: cocks carved from stone, all of them smooth to the touch, as she discovered when she cautiously tapped the head of the smallest artificial cock on the table. The stone members were neatly arranged and small plaques just below them explained what they were supposed to be - and she was rather impressed by the size of the cock labeled as 'human'. She swallowed thickly, licking her lips unconsciously when her glowing eyes landed on the largest cock statue on the table, and as she looked just below it, she saw a small plaque labeled 'tauren'. Caithana stared at the fake tauren cock, unable to stop herself from wondering what it would feel like to have something like that between her legs, thrusting into her and filling her hole to the brim...she shook her head, more of a jerking motion than a true shake, and tried to shove that thought out of her mind. She had no idea what was going on in this hidden lab, but she couldn't afford to get distracted while she was there... A sharp sting of pleasure drew her attention to her chest, and as she looked down, she saw that she had subconsciously began to fondle one of her breasts with her free hand. Forcing herself to stop, she pulled the hand away from her sensitive breast and took a deep breath through her nose, enjoying the scent of...roses. She jolted, hurriedly setting the candle down and backing away, but it was too late. Whatever the candle had been laced with, it had already begun to work on her, as her suddenly aching breasts could attest, and she had to physically stop herself from fondling them. Just as soon as she stopped touching them, however, her womb clenched tightly, a gasp escaping from her before she could stop it, and she could feel her cunt getting wet in response to whatever the candle had been laced with. Unwillingly, her eyes drifted back to the table containing the stone cocks: they had all been very accurate, as far as she could tell, and she was sure that one of them would be able to satiate her pussy's new need to be filled very well...Unknown to her, as she had been thinking of the stone members, her body had suited action to thought and drifted over to the table again, and as she breathed in she got another dose of the arousing scent coming from the still-lit candle. Oh well, she thought, her mind now mostly occupied with figuring out how to best appease the growing ache in her cunt, it wasn't as if she wasn't already affected by whatever was in the scent, so another dose wouldn't hurt anything... "Magnificent, aren't they? I carved them myself, you know." The female voice from the doorway caused Caithana to jolt, the haze of lust over her thoughts lifting long enough for her to straighten and spin around to face the speaker. Covered in the shadows of the door, the rogue was still able to see the speaker clearly, her own glowing green eyes first meeting the other woman violet ones - violet eyes which possessed a glow all their own and somehow different than that of her eyes. Pulling her gaze away from those arresting violet eyes, the rogue took in the woman's long black hair, tied in a high ponytail that fell down to her shoulders, her pale skin, beautiful face, and lush, full lips. The woman also possessed a pair of breasts that rivaled Caithana's own, covered as they were in a black and purple robe, and the blood elf would have estimated the woman to be in her early to mid-twenties. Her trim waist and nicely rounded hips were hugged by the robe, which outlined the woman's curves and yet covered her body to the point of prudishness. The rogue thought that the woman was almost 6 feet tall, maybe an inch or two shorter, more or less the same height that Caithana was. On the whole, the blood elf wasn't ashamed to admit to herself that the woman was gorgeous, at least for a human (or something that was masquerading for a human, she thought as she looked back at the woman's violet eyes). While she looked over the human woman, the violet-eyed beauty was doing the same to her, and Caithana already knew what she would see: a tall, statuesque blood elf with long black hair that fell down to her waist and framed a pair of glowing green eyes and a beautiful face, one even prettier than most elves were famed for being. She had lush, full lips that brought to mind images of red silk sheets and seduction, and her skin lacked the golden tan that characterized most blood elves, instead being a creamy pale color. Showing through her hair were the sharply pointed ears that marked her as being one of the blood elf race. Her black top was edged in dark gold, sporting long sleeves that ended under her leather gloves yet exposed her pale, flawless midriff and the top of her hips. Her black leggings hugged her long, toned legs and cradled her rounded buttocks in the most flattering way imaginable and they vanished inside the tops of her black leather boots. Yet while the rest of her figure was a fine example of blood elf womanhood, it was her breasts that she took the most pride in. They were large and perfectly round, almost filling her top to overflowing with their bounty (she had once heard a human refer to them as being an 'I-Cup', whatever that meant), and while breasts so large might be a detriment to some rogues, she had worked and trained until she could move more flawlessly than most rogues with smaller tits. "Oh really? You have quite an eye for detail, then." Caithana spoke, hoping to keep the woman distracted as she reached one hand behind her for one of her throwing knives, grasping the handle just as the pale-skinned woman smiled and replied. "I wouldn't think of doing anything with that knife, my dear. I think you'll find that there is no need for either of us to resort to violence." Gliding forward, the woman drifted to the wall opposite the blood elf, one slim hand lifting to trail along the boxes set on the shelves there as she spoke, "Really, I've come to find that I tire of violence, and I would much rather concentrate on pleasure." There was a subtle emphasis on that last one, and a seductive smile graced the other woman's full mouth as she turned to face Caithana, who found herself frozen as she listened, "I was actually surprised when I arrived to find that someone had stumbled across my hidden lab, which speaks highly of your talents, my dear rogue. I noticed that you managed to slip through my magical and physical traps, which is quite impressive in and of itself." "I'm rather good at what I do, yet I am more interested in what you are doing." Caithana managed to choke out as another tremor of arousal flowed through her. "I built this place to learn all I could about the pleasures to be found in the act of mating," A sweeping gesture around the storeroom, perhaps encompassing the lab in general, "only really meaning to conduct a few experiments to satisfy my curiosity, but once those experiments were finished, I had even more ideas, so I was forced to expand and gather more subjects." A fervent light appeared in the woman's eyes, a glint that Caithana recognized from watching a gnome in the process of writing down an idea, "I don't see why you would object to what I am doing here, my sweet, as much of my research could help benefit not only your race, but others as well! Imagine, if you would, that barren women could be made fertile, and fertile women even more so, perhaps bearing two to three children each time! That the pleasure of sex could be increased ten, no twenty fold and last twice as long!" Twilight's Pleasure Ch. 01 Caithana did just that, her breath coming just a bit faster as she imagined blood elf women, who had always had trouble conceiving, likely because of their long life spans, suddenly able to become pregnant whenever they wished. And then she thought of the other races, humans and night elves and orcs and all the others, able to do the same thing. Their populations, which had been devastated by various wars and battles and which continued to be whittled down by their enemies, would be able to replenish and grow! The idea that sex could become even more pleasurable added to the image in her mind, because then women would want to become pregnant. They would want to have more sex, which would result in pregnancy if the women became more fertile, and that would help the populations even more, especially that of her kind. Passed the amazing image in her mind, Caithana distantly heard the woman add, "And I am even beginning research on a way to make giving birth pleasurable instead of painful," and her heart skipped a beat at the very thought of that actually being possible. She had listened in on a birthing once, and the mother's screams of pain had always stuck with her, making her fearful of ever bearing a child herself. For something so painful to become pleasurable instead...women everywhere would want to become pregnant! Unconsciously, her tongue slipped out to moisten her lips as she thought over what the woman had said, and her nipples hardened even further against her top. The things the other woman was saying appealed to her very much, and she certainly didn't see anything wrong with sex becoming even better or a woman's fertility being increased, but her mind drifted back to the room with the spider fucking the human woman, and she asked cautiously, "And what benefit does a spider fucking a human woman have?" A smile spread across the human-looking woman's face, and she answered easily, "Oh that? The spider is one that I tinkered with, changing it so that its' cum helps to enrich and increase the fertility of a woman's womb. I simply thought that the process of increasing fertility should be pleasurable as well." Well, from what Caithana had been able to see, the blonde woman had certainly been enjoying the enriching process, and the rogue had to admit that it made sense for the process to be as enjoyable as the result. "Why keep your research hidden though?" She wanted to know, because despite being sure that the 'subjects' she'd seen hadn't been there willingly, if the experiments became common knowledge than she was sure that females would be lining up to assist in the woman's research. The violet-eyed woman's nose wrinkled in distaste, "Simple: my brethren would not be happy to learn that I was performing experiments that could help instead of hurt the mortal races. It really goes against the grain for me to do it, but my curiosity would simply not let me stop once I'd begun the research." The rogue could understand family disapproval - her own family had all been mages until she had chosen to train as a rogue, but even before that she'd been disinclined to practice the arcane arts. Her one concession to her family's pressure to become a mage was to attempt to become an apprentice, but when that hadn't panned out she had turned to the shadowy path of a rogue. None of her family had spoken to her since, so she certainly understood taking a path that the rest of your family disapproved of. And the other woman had answered her question in more ways than one - it confirmed her suspicion that the other woman wasn't human. Her green eyes softened, clearly showing her understanding before she made an effort and brought her walls back up, a hard thing to do since she could feel the wetness of her cunt increasing and she ground her teeth against the feeling of her aching channel clenching hungrily on nothing. Brushing a strand of her own dark hair behind one pointed ear, she shifted to taking shallow breaths through her mouth as she released her hold on her forgotten knife, bringing her other hand back into view as she said, "Yes, there's certainly no need for either of us to turn violent...am I to assume that you'll let me leave without a fight as long as I don't tell anyone about this place?" The woman looked surprised that she even had to ask, "Of course, my dear, you are free to leave as long as you don't disrupt any of my experiments...but perhaps you should wait until your mind clears a little first?" The last was a sly suggestion, and after Caithana heard it, she became aware that she'd unconsciously begun fondling her breasts and sparks of pleasure were going straight to her cunt. She forced her hands to still, just as the not-human woman commented, "An amazing scent isn't it? I'm thinking of calling it 'Arousing Rose' or something like that. What do you think?" "It certainly is...potent," the blood elf woman ground out, having to actively concentrate to keep herself from kneading her breasts, even as she couldn't bring herself to stop cupping her breasts. "Of course, if it wasn't what would be the point of making the aphrodisiac into a candle? It is both effective and provides atmosphere this way." The woman was clearly amused, turning and walking silently towards the door, though she paused before she left long enough to glance back and say, "My name is Variona. Please feel free to avail yourself of any of the 'tools' in this room in order to ease that ache in your loins before you leave." And as the door closed on those parting words, Caithana barely heard Variona's light laughter before she lunged towards the carved stone cocks on the table behind her, desperate to be filled by something before she went mad! She stripped off her boots, pants, and panties in what felt like record time, her fingers sliding across her hairless mound and testing her wetness even as she grabbed up the statue in the likeness of a tauren's cock. She was sopping wet, and she had pretty much stopped thinking about anything other than fulfilling the need inside her. When the departing Variona had mentioned the ache in her loins, she had been severely understating the pain in Caithana's cunt, which was begging for something to fill her and stroke those pleasurable spots deep inside her. And now she had the owner of the toys' permission to use any of them that she wanted, and she intended to take Variona up on that offer. Caithana laid back, shivering at the pleasant coolness of the smooth stone floor against her slightly-heated flesh, the fingers of one hand working at her clit as the other cradled the toy she'd chosen against her smooth stomach in order to warm it. Waves of pleasure were rippling up and down her spine, her back arching as one gloved finger flicked lightly across her distended nub of pleasure, and she moaned softly as she raised those covered phalanges to her mouth, lightly suckling her own juices from the digits. The slightly spicy taste danced across her tongue, causing her to moan around her fingers as her cunt throbbed with want. Unable to stand waiting any longer, she stripped off her gloves and shoved the stone cock between her legs, sliding the smooth rock against her clit and smearing it with her wetness. It was huge, larger than anything she'd had inside of her before, but it seemed to her that it was the only thing that could possibly fill her, at least in her lust-driven mind. She rubbed it vigorously across her entrance, thoroughly coating the artificial cock with her wetness and causing her to arch her back and moan at the pleasure shooting through her at the action. Once the toy had been properly lubricated and Caithana had almost come from her own teasing, she took a deep breath, trying to relax her muscles as she guided the stone cock to her swollen entrance. Her breasts bounced with her movements, rubbing her hardened nipples against her top and sending more pleasure singing through her as she carefully began working the toy into her moist channel. She spread her legs wide, bending them at the knee to open herself further as the tip of the toy slipped into her cunt, causing her inner muscles to clench tightly at the intrusion. Another inch of the stone cock worked into her, and the rogue was about ready to come then and there; the mixture of pleasure and pain was almost too much for her to stand. It had been several months since she'd last had sex, and even as lusty as she was at the moment, assisted by the aphrodisiac in the candle still burning on the table, her inner muscles were still resisting to part at the intrusion of the huge toy - the stone tauren cock was a least a foot long and 5 inches wide! Panting lowly in exertion, sweat shining on her brow, the muscles in her thighs trembling, another few inches of stone slid into her passage with a soft squelching noise, and a drawn-out groan slid from her parted lips. Her silken pussy-lips almost lovingly embraced the intruder, even as her inner walls clenched tightly in both resistance and desire. The storeroom was soon filled with the sounds of her moans and sighs as she slowly and steadily worked the toy into her cunt as far as she could get it and still maintain a good grip on its' base. She leaned back, trying to steady her breathing and slow her pounding heart as she relished the feeling of being stretched and filled beyond what she had ever felt before. Her channel gently squeezed the toy inside of her, and the slight burning of her stretched cunt just increased her pleasure as she slowly drew the toy out a few inches and then slid it back inside. She bit her lip to stifle a particularly loud moan, and her breasts quivered, her nipples now so hard that they were even showing through her top, and she sped up her thrusts with the hard toy. She was panting hard in lust now, one hand working the toy in and out of her wet hole while her other hand drifted down to fiddle with her distended clit, playing with the nub until she felt like she might go mad with pleasure. Scarcely six minutes later and she was practically ramming the stone cock into her cunt, gritting her teeth to stifle her yells of ecstasy as she came so hard only her hand kept the toy from being pushed out several inches. She laid back flat on the blissfully cool floor, leaving the fake tauren cock where it was as she began to relax, a sated smile on her swollen lips as her heart began to slow and the lustful fog that had covered her mind started lifting as her afterglow lapped at her nerves. Languidly stretching and groaning softly at the pleasant burn in her channel, she slowly pulled the stone toy from her cunt, savoring the last burn of pleasure that accompanied its exit. When the fake cock was removed, however, she had to deal with a different sort of burn. Caithana winced as a sharp sting came from her stretched hole, a more unpleasant result of having had something so large inside of her. She slowly sat up, flinching occasionally at the sting from her sore cunt as she pulled her clothing back on and set her outfit to rights. Digging through one of her hip pouches, she pulled out a linen cloth and wiped down the toy she had used as best she could before setting it back on the table, blowing out the candle as she did so. Wobbling slightly, she gamely ignored the slight pain in her loins as she staggered towards the door, emotions warring inside of her about what she'd learned... It probably warranted a bit more investigation before she decided what to do, the rogue thought. Twilight's Pleasure Ch. 02 Author's Note: I had a reviewer ask (in a fashion), about the size of the toy Caithana used in the last chapter, so here's my answer: Go look up a picture of a Tauren. Note how large it is. If anything, I think the measurements I used were a little on the small side. Despite how a plot worked its' way into this porn, I wouldn't hold my breath and hope for too much realism. It's set in a world where there's magic, dragons, monsters that manage to carry enchanted weapons despite not having hands or pockets, and slimes that manage to survive being hit with fire spells for crying out loud. :P **** Variona carefully marked down the results of the experiment she had just returned from checking, a test of a new substance on one of the night elves to stimulate milk production, smiling at the favorable results as she walked towards her study. She was eager to add these latest results to her records and see if there was any way she might merge the experiment with another one, but she paused in curiosity when she saw the door to her study ajar and a faint light coming through the crack. A quick breath brought the scent of the blood elf rogue she had discovered in her storeroom to her nose, and her brows rose in surprise. She would have guessed the rogue would have left hours ago, after taking care of the lust caused by one of her special candles of course, and her interest was officially peaked as she opened the study door. Her study had been one of the rooms that she had spent the most time on, taking days to make sure that the stone of the floor was perfectly smooth and level and likewise paying just as much attention to detail on the bookshelves she had carved into the walls. Her various books on anatomy and the human reproductive system were arranged neatly in the shelves behind her desk (a fine wooden one she had commissioned - anonymously - and at some expense from a carpenter in Stormwind) along with the books she herself had completed regarding her experiments and what she had discovered about various topics. The books still barely filled up half of the shelf-wall, but she was hoping to fix that once her latest rounds of tests were completed. At any rate, the blood elf was hunched over her desk and reading over one of her recently finished journals. From the faint scent of arousal in the air, the rogue liked what she was reading, the violet-eyed woman thought with a smirk as she approached the desk. "Find anything interesting?" Variona asked in amusement as she set down her latest notes on an empty corner of the now paper-laden desk. She was even more amused when the blood elf started in surprise; obviously the rogue had been concentrating so much on the journal that she hadn't noticed her enter the room. She mentally chuckled, smiling when she caught the rush of blood into the elf woman's cheeks that signaled a blush, and the rogue turned red as she struggled for words, opening her mouth several times before managing to speak. "What are the measurements in the beginning for?" It was a valid question, and Variona had no problem answering, feeling rather pleased that someone was taking an interest in her research. She had thought she had more or less resigned herself to the fact that no one else would know of her experiments, but now that someone did and was taking an interest, a strange feeling of gratification was welling up in her chest. "Those tell how large the subject's breasts are initially, and how much their vaginas can stretch to accommodate different cocks, simulated by the toys you saw in the storeroom, of course." The rogue looked at the journal in front of her with renewed interest, and she sounded short of breath as she asked, "And how do you determine those measurements?" And so Variona told her, and she quite enjoyed the looks of interest and arousal that flitted across the blood elf's beautiful face during her explanation. She was smirking at the end of it, and the rogue was blushing and sitting stock still as the violet-eyed woman asked her, a little curious despite herself, since she hadn't expected the rogue to stick around, "What is your name?" The blood elf choked out, her glowing eyes glazed in thought, "Caithana Duskwhisper," and her impressive bosom jiggled as she shook herself out of her thoughts. Variona had to admit, the blood elf was a gorgeous example of her species, and she made a mental note to acquire a blood elf female the next time the Horde launched an attack on the caves. She was quite curious about how blood elves differed from night elves and humans in terms of physiology, especially during sex and how they feel pleasure. While the twilight dragon was thinking of possible experiments with blood elves, for her part Caithana was having a hard time keeping herself from clearly showing how interested she was in Variona's experiments. Her nipples had already hardened, thankfully not visibly though, and the human-looking woman's explanation of the measurements she had found in various journals on the desk put some of the things she'd read in an entirely new perspective. Seeing Variona was apparently deep in thought, she glanced down at the open journal in front of her, a book that described potions and substances she'd never even heard of and their effects on the female body...or at least the bodies of female night elves and human women, and she wasn't ashamed to admit that she was immensely curious about if they worked on blood elves as well. Caithana looked at the other books she had gone through when she had stumbled upon the study, research journals that described a myriad of aphrodisiacs and gels and many other substances that Variona had invented and tested, not to mention the details of a few of the creatures she had modified aside from the spider the rogue had seen. Her mind was whirling with the information she had found, and it had been even before Variona had found her and answered her question about the measurements, and she was a bit embarrassed that she felt moisture gathering between her thighs as she remembered the experiments she'd read about in the journals. It shouldn't excite her as much as it did, but she couldn't deny the hardness of her nipples or the clenching of her inner muscles, though she still tried to think logically. It was interesting what the woman was doing there, true, but she had no guarantee that if she asked what she dearly wanted to ask, she would be able to leave when she wanted to. Variona had given her a free pass that one time in the storeroom, but she didn't know if it would be a standing offer if she said the words that wanted to pass her lips. She glanced around at the study, spotting several research books on the partially-filled shelves that she hadn't gotten to examine, and the possibilities represented by Variona's research couldn't be denied. She thought carefully over the pros and cons of voicing her question, let alone following through with her intention of willingly subjecting herself to the strange woman's tests. On one hand, as far as she could tell, the other subjects weren't being harmed, and if she was willing, then Variona wouldn't need to chain her or drug her with aphrodisiacs to get her to actively participate. Being a willing test subject would give her much more freedom than the others, not to mention room to maneuver if Variona started pushing for more than she was willing to do. The cons, as far as she could tell, were that she would likely lose almost all contact with anyone she knew, which wasn't that big of a problem as she had never been more than passing acquaintances with anyone else in the Horde after her family had disowned her. There was also the possibility that Variona would try to turn her into one of those mindless subjects who lived only because their bodies hadn't yet given out like their minds had. She had to think carefully about what she was doing... The blood elf looked up at the violet-eyed woman and before she could think twice, she jolted the other woman out of her thoughts as she blurted out, "Do you need any help with some of your research?" Variona was surprised at the question to say the least, and one brow raised as she wondered if the rogue was offering what she thought she was offering. A willing specimen would be a definite boon to her work, and it would open up a whole new dimension of experiments she could begin work on, and she felt cautiously hopeful as she asked for clarification, "By 'help', do you mean acquiring supplies or something of the like?" "No, I mean 'help' as in actively participating..." Caithana trailed off, becoming uncertain if asking that question was a good idea or not. There were so many unknowns, but then her future had been the same way when she had chosen to be a rogue and she hadn't let that stop her then, and she wouldn't let it stop her now. She flinched slightly when Variona suddenly smiled brightly, the look of delight transforming her face into something even more beautiful, and the other woman clapped happily as she said. "Wonderful! A willing participant would be so much help, I can't even begin to say how much! We can negotiate your fee and which experiments you would help me with later, of course, and I would have to take measurements and record results, so if you are sure you wouldn't mind...?" Caithana smiled, "I wouldn't expect anything less. As long as I will still be able to come and go as I please?" the other woman easily nodded, obviously not going to rescind her previous permission to leave, "Then we can certainly save the negotiating for a bit later. When do you want to take my 'measurements'?" Her inner walls clenched at the very thought, and the wetness of her loins increased. Her nipples tingled as well, and when Variona smiled and motioned for the rogue to follow her, grabbing a journal and pen as she moved to the door, she practically jumped to her feet. There was a bounce in her step as Caithana followed Variona to an unused testing room, as she'd read that they were called, and her full lips were turned up in a smile of anticipation. At Variona's command to strip while the black-haired woman retrieved the needed supplies, Caithana methodically disrobed, exposing her pale flesh bit by bit as her clothing was shed. Her muscles moved subtly beneath her skin as she stretched and flexed in order to limber up, stripping off her boots and then shucking her pants, belt, and her panties, the scrap of cloth already soaked with her wetness. Her breasts, despite how large they were, didn't sag even without the support of her top, and she smiled proudly as she looked at the cherry-red nubs that topped the creamy pale mounds, her nipples tightening in the slightly cool air of the room. It sent a tingle of pleasure through her body, and she found herself getting impatient for her - she supposed 'employer' would be the technical term, even if they hadn't decided on a method of payment yet - for Variona to return. She stacked her equipment neatly in one of the corners of the room and took a moment to look around, now being able to clearly see the room without another female being chained to the table and drawing her eyes. Thanks to the magical orb she saw embedded in the ceiling, casting a bright glow through the entire room, she saw everything around her clearly. The table in the center of the room was smooth and slightly warm to her touch, and she shivered as a soft whisper of thought reminded her that soon she would be the one laying on that surface. Made of the same stone as the rest of the room, the restraints - the same ones that had held the two females she had seen before finding the storeroom - were attached at the head and foot of the stone table respectively. The outside of the shackles were metal, but when Caithana looked more closely at them, she saw that the insides were lined with a softer material, like a kind of leather but not, probably to keep the captives from injuring themselves while thrashing around, she thought with a lustful smile. There were several chain links attached to the cuffs, and a bit of poking around revealed that the restraints were adjustable, something that rather surprised her. For lack of anything better to do, she pulled herself up to sit on the edge of the table, shivering lightly as the slightly warmed stone came into contact with her bare buttocks. She idly put her hands next to her thighs, slim fingers curling against the edge of the table as she looked up, hearing the door open again to admit Variona, the woman carrying a large box as though it weighed next to nothing and smiling brightly. Variona looked at Caithana, visions of new experiments dancing through her head, and she smiled when she saw the rogue sitting naked on the edge of the testing table, exactly where she wanted the blood elf. "Very good," she said, setting her burden down on the floor next to the foot of the table, "First things first, the breast measurements." She flipped open her journal to a blank page and cast a simple spell to make the book levitate at her side along with the pen as she approached her very first volunteer. Caithana had to breathe deeply and clench her teeth to prevent herself from moaning as for the next five minutes her lush tits were weighed and fondled, squeezed and groped, her sensitive nipples brushing against Variona's palms and fingers and sending zings of pleasure through her body. From the slight smirk on Variona's face, the blood elf wasn't doing a very good job keeping her enjoyment of the 'measuring' secret. Of course, considering the next measurements that needed to be taken, the other woman would know exactly how wet she was in a few minutes, so she wasn't too worried about it. Once the violet-eyed woman released the rogue's breasts and turned to eagerly write in the floating journal, Caithana took a moment to catch her breath. "Wonderful, now lay back on the table, if you'd please, and spread your legs." Was Variona's next instruction, and Caithana smoothly pulled her legs up on to the table and twisted so that she was laying on it lengthwise. She spread her legs, bending them at the knees so her wet, shining female flesh was completely open and exposed, her heart pounding in anticipation as she heard Variona rummaging through the box she had brought into the room. Despite the way her inner walls clenched and the fresh rush of liquid to her cunt that resulted, Caithana managed to pipe up, "I don't think we'll need the restraints, will we?" A warm chuckle sounded from near her bent knees, and Variona easily replied, "No, certainly not," just as Caithana felt the first brush of something cool and broad against her entrance. Whatever it was, it was smaller than the toy she'd used before, and she smiled as she did her best to relax; she was so wet that the stone cock slid in easily. A moment later, there was a wet slurping sound as the toy was withdrawn and she felt something slightly larger replace it, the new tool stretching her channel slightly and causing her to moan softly. The blood elf counted five more artificial cocks before Variona was through with her measurements, and she was just about to let out her held breath in a quiet sigh when the other woman said happily, "Wonderful! Just one more left, my dear." Lifting her head up curiously, Caithana watched as Variona finished writing something in her journal and then reached into the box again, withdrawing a large, transparent tube that looked like it was made of glass. From what the rogue could see, the opening of the end that was even now nearing her soaked pussy had softly rounded edges, obviously to keep from causing injury. The tube had to have been almost a foot long and at least four inches wide, and she honestly couldn't figure out how it would possibly be useful. Allowing her head to drop back to the stone table, she felt the first touch of cool glass against her heated cunt, and she gasped as, little by little, Variona worked the tube inside of her, spreading her pussy lips wide and stretching her inner walls. The slow process of getting the hollow rod completely inside her cunt, despite the amount of her juices that were easing the tube's passage, dragged a long, low moan out of the blood elf. She couldn't help it - a languid orgasm rippled through her body, causing her to arch slightly and sigh in pleasure. Variona smiled excitedly as she leaned forward, looking down the glass tube and watching the contractions and movements of Caithana's inner walls during orgasm in fascination. The glass tube was designed to allow her to get a clear look at the inside of a female's body without having to do something as nasty as dissection, and it was performing it's task admirably, she thought as she looked down the tube and got a good look at her new subject's womb. She beamed in delight, quickly grabbing her journal and pen out of the air without looking, eager to record what she was seeing. She was fascinated by the similarities between the channels of blood elves and humans, not to mention night elves, and the fact that they were similar meant that she would not have to take a different approach to the experiments that she wanted Caithana to help with. Once the rogue's orgasm faded, Variona took a moment to observe what her inner muscles looked like at rest, and she was smiling brightly, the expression having appeared more in that one hour than it had since she had gotten her claws on her first subject. Once she had recorded all of her latest observations, Variona levitated her book and pen once again, humming happily as she pulled the slickened glass tube out of Caithana's pussy, ignoring the small moan from the rogue as she pulled a spare cloth out of the box (that she kept just for such an occasion) and gave the tube a quick wipe-down. "I got all the measurements I need for the moment," Variona told the blood elf, packing the myriad of toys back inside the box along with the tube. Caithana smiled slowly, sitting up and idly lifting a hand to cup one breast, running her thumb slowly over the hardened nipple, watching as the other woman packed away her tools. "So, do we start the tests right away, or do we start negotiation on what I'm to be paid?" The other woman hummed thoughtfully in her throat, answering slowly, "Well, I suppose it depends on whether you wish to be paid in gold or something more substantial..." The blood elf blinked, thinking about it as she swung her legs over the side of the table and stopped groping her tit, ceasing the small tingles of pleasure as she inwardly debated over the two options. "Perhaps it should vary depending on what experiments are performed any given week? If I test a new type of drug, aphrodisiac or the like, then I get paid in gold, and if I take part in an experiment that requires me to fuck an animal or something like that, then I get paid in gems or enchanted weaponry or something?" She suggested after a moment, and Variona mulled that proposal over in her mind. "That certainly sounds fair," Variona agreed, smiling as she picked up the re-packed box and started towards the door, telling her new volunteer over her shoulder, "At the very end of this hallway, there's a small bathing room where you can clean up. After you do that, feel free to look around while I go and check my other experiments. I think I might have to get another night elf soon - I'm not sure how much I can trust the results I'm getting now." Caithana perked up, and a sly smirk appeared on her lips as she said, "Come find me after you're done, I might be able to offer a suggestion on where to find a new night elf," and at Variona's questioning look, she merely grinned as the other woman exited the room and the rogue began gathering her clothing and equipment. As she started walking down the hall towards the bathing room, she felt a well of satisfaction inside her chest. She now had a lucrative and very, very pleasurable job, a job that might very well help her entire race, and if Variona decided to take her suggestion, she would have the satisfaction of watching one of those purple-skinned bitches squirm in more ways than one. Twilight's Pleasure Ch. 02 While she might not have anything against night elves personally, she had her pride as a blood elf to consider, she thought with a smirk. Twilight's Pleasure Ch. 03 Author's Note: Sorry for the wait (if anyone's even reading this series), but here's the next part. Introducing the new night elf prisoner, and the return of the lust wyrm! Might not be my best work, but it's mostly a filler chapter. :) ***** Ditharia Moonsinger groaned softly in discomfort, blinking open glowing silver eyes and looking blearily around, wondering what had happened and why her head ached. Her memory was fuzzy, and she groaned again, this time in frustration as she lolled her head from side to side, trying to figure out where she was and why she felt so cold... There was stone all around her, she saw, and the room apparently darkened, at least to human eyes - night elves such as her, with their enhanced night vision, had no problems seeing in a dark room. She was laying on a hard surface, stone if she wasn't mistaken, and the tips of her long ears brushed the warm stone she was laying on. With a jolt, she realized that she could feel the smooth texture of the stone all along the back of her body, and she bolted up into a sitting position - or at least she tried to, but found herself stopped cold by the restraints around her wrists and ankles, holding her hands beside her head and her legs spread. She managed to raise her head, her temples pounding harshly in time to her pulse, and she looked down to confirm that yes, she was indeed completely unclothed. She was honestly more concerned with the fact that she was restrained than she was with the fact that she was naked. With her light violet skin, long silver hair, generous breasts, slim waist, and full hips she was a fine example of night elf womanhood, standing at a striking 6"3 feet tall and sporting darker purple markings around her eyes. She wasn't ashamed of her body in the slightest, and her nudity was one of the last things on her mind as her heart began to speed up, horror welling up inside her as the thought of what might have been done to her while she'd been sleeping reared its' head. However, she was a proud member of the Silverwing Sentinels, and she took long, deep breaths, her breasts trembling as she forcefully calmed herself down, taking stock of her body and trying to see if anything felt off. She wriggled her fingers and toes, flexing the muscles in her arms and legs as best she could, and breathing a sigh of relief when there was no pain in her pelvic region. Now came the most important part, finding a way to free herself of the manacles retraining her so that she could find out where she was and then escape. As she struggled, turning her wrists and ankles this way and that, the pain in her head cleared enough that she could think clearly, and as she attempted to slip out of the tight grip of the shackles, her memory gradually began returning to her. She had been on patrol in northern Ashenvale, she remembered, shuddering as she recalled the brief battle with some Warsong Outriders that had ended with the orcs dead and her quiver half-empty. Her silver armor had been stained with orcish blood, and her bow had been left in pieces after she'd used it as a shield against one of the green-skinned brutes' axe-swings. The foul creatures, ever since Garrosh had become Warchief, had grown bolder and had sought to encroach further into Ashenvale, which neither she nor her sister Sentinels would allow without a hard-fought battle. The woman had been about to return to Silverwing Outpost, leaving behind the corpses of the orcs she had slain for the animals to take care of, turning her back on the battleground when...nothing, her memory of what had happened stopped there. Everything went black after that moment, and her breath hitched as the thought occurred to her that perhaps one of the orcs had simply been playing dead, waiting until she had let her guard down before attacking. That would mean, she thought with no small of horror, that she had been captured by the foul beasts, and the fact that she had woken up stripped of her clothing boded nothing well for what the creatures planned to do with her. Her mind raced to find another possible answer, as she had been sure that all the orcs she had fought had ended up dead, but she supposed that it was possible that an orc rogue or scout had been hiding, waiting for the right moment to strike. She furrowed her brow, concentrating intensely and, for the moment, abandoning her attempts to find a way to escape her restraints as she focused on coaxing more of the memory of her last patrol to the surface. For an unknown amount of time, all her efforts resulted in was a slight headache, but then she was rewarded when she recalled, hazily, that she had felt a surge of magic behind her and felt something tightly constricting her limbs before everything went blank. Obviously a spell had been used to knock her out and restrain her, she deduced, frowning in anger as she doubled her efforts in finding a way to free her hands. It had been a cheap trick to use, but it showed that the one who had captured her had been smart enough to fear confronting her in an actual battle. She wasn't a Sentinel for nothing, after all, and even without her favored bow she was still a force to be reckoned with when wielding the shortsword she had carried at her side for close-quarters combat. Soft grunts and hisses of frustration filled the cell as she worked to loosen or slip the restraints around her wrists, twisting and arching her body in instinctive reaction to her failure to escape. Her attempts, as had her previous ones before her memory returned, met with abject failure, and she uttered a vexed, "Moon curse it," under her breath as her body once more lay flat against the heated stone table. She was panting from exertion, her breasts heaving as she drew in needed breath after her failed efforts at escape, when she abruptly heard a sound other than her own pounding heartbeat. It was a strange noise, almost like the hiss of a snake but with a soft 'click' sound at the end of it, and she was instantly on guard. "Fandu-dath-belore?" She called out, raising her head off the table as best she could as she demanded in Darnassian to know who was there, looking around for anything that might have been the source of the sound, but seeing nothing to her sides that could have made it. With a feeling of dread, she looked down towards her feet, unable to see past her lush breasts but able to somehow sense that something was approaching her spread legs. She noted, with a slight feeling of horror, that her nipples were hard, the dark purple nubs distended to almost a full inch in length in reaction to the colder air caressing them. "Whoever you are, you will get nothing from me by playing mind games!" She called out, hiding her fear behind defiance and hoping to goad her captors' into revealing themselves, her glowing eyes narrowed as she tried to work out why someone would capture her, strip her naked, and then restrain her without appearing as soon as she'd woken up. Attempting to break down her resistance by letting her feed her own fear was a possibility, but she refused to give out any information because she was afraid. She was sure that her captor or captors were watching by some means, likely magic, but she wasn't sure how. She couldn't afford to think too deeply on that now, however, as raw terror gripped her when the source of the noise she had heard finally came into her view. It was a mana wyrm, but somehow different: instead of being a blue color, this one was a soft pink hue, and its' fins were smaller and sleeker than a mana wyrm's usually were. It was floating just inside her line of sight, and fear joined the terror as the serpent-creature began slowly descending between her thighs, making another of the hiss-click sounds she had heard and heading towards her exposed female flesh. She didn't know what the thing planned to do, but she instinctively began to thrash in denial, a scream lodged in her throat as she braced herself for the agony that would surely come if the thing planned to bite her tender mound as she suspected it did. But it turned out she was wrong, as what the wyrm did was so much worse. A minute after she had seen the thing, the floating creature was hidden from her terrified silver gaze by the swells of her breasts, and she tensed when she felt warm, scaly flesh brush against her clit. It nuzzled against her bare flesh, as all elves lacked hair on their bodies except for their heads, in a sick parody of the most intimate of kisses. A moment later a scream of denial escaped her as she felt the head of the thing slide inside her, her dry, unprepared passage burning at the intrusion, inner muscles clenching in resistance to the intrusion as she began to struggle in her restraints. Desperation gave her strength, and she twisted and bucked her hips in an attempt to force the violator out of her body, but just like her attempts to escape her restraints, the effort resulted in failure, the pink wyrm sliding into her channel another inch. "No, no, no, no! Don't!" She screamed, feeling the thing violating her slide inside her channel yet another scant inch, and she felt sick to her stomach at thought of the creature going any further, and it was all she could do not to vomit at the thought that she knew would soon become reality. The intrusion burned, sending pain rippling through her body as the wyrm forced the first of its' fins passed her outer folds and into her cunt, sending renewed waves of pain washing through her. She refused to give in to this unholy torture, though, clamping her lips shut even as her body undulated in pain, her dry passage clenching around the creature's head in an effort to stop its' intrusion. It didn't work, and the Sentinel had to swallow to keep from being ill as she recalled with horror that, from the brief look she'd had of the pink wyrm, the floating serpent-creature had been at least two foot long. Her breasts heaved as her body bucked and twisted, her ample tits jiggling and bouncing as another scream forced itself from her throat, feeling a wave of agony tear through her as the wyrm slid even further into her pussy, her channel beginning to moisten and ease the violator's passage against her will as one of the beast's fins brushed against the pleasure spot inside of her. Whimpers and moans of denial slid passed her lips as she tried her best to ride out the pain, almost unable to fathom the perversion that was being forced on her body. She grit her teeth, however, and staunchly refused to break under the strange rape she was enduring. Her captors, whoever they were, would get no information from her no matter what they did. She didn't know how much time had passed, consumed as she was by the conflicting feelings of agony and pleasure that the mana wyrm - the creature now fully inside her - was inflicting on her. She writhed, mimicking the motions of the creature now filling her, her voice almost hoarse from screaming as she felt the wyrm twist inside her cunt, pressing hard against the pleasure spot inside of her and sparking off an intense orgasm. She wailed, tears now flowing freely down her face, which was flushed from anger, humiliation, pleasure and a dozen other conflicting feelings that swelled inside her in much the same way as the waves of orgasm rolled through her. Humiliation didn't even begin to describe what she felt in the aftermath of her first - but far from the last, as she would soon come to learn - orgasm as a prisoner. She wanted to vomit, feeling unclean all throughout her very being, but all she could do was cry and scream in anger as the manacles keeping her chained to the table remained stubbornly solid, not giving her an inch of movement as she bucked and jerked against the restraints. She refused to break under the torture she was enduring, she thought fervently, a sickening slurping sound coming from her dripping pussy as the wyrm poked its' head out and then turned around to reenter her channel, stretching her to the point that the agony overwhelmed the pleasure. The chained Sentinel screamed at her unseen captors with all her might, Darnassian words dripping like poison from her lips as she cursed the ones putting her through this humiliation with all her heart and soul. Oh Elune, she mentally prayed, please give her the strength to endure the violation of her flesh that was being visited upon her. Her mental prayers vanished from her mind underneath a tidal wave of ecstasy as another orgasm tore through her, wrenching a scream from her throat as she arched as best she could in her shackles. She could feel every inch of the mana wyrm writhing and twisting inside her, pressing against the walls of her channel and filling her to the point of pain. In fact, though she tried fervently to deny it, she almost imagined that she could feel each individual scale against her tender inner flesh. Her screams, more suited to someone being unbearably tortured than to a woman climaxing, echoed through the room, the shrieks comparable to that of a banshee's instead of a night elf's. Against her will, she came again and again, one orgasm after another rolling through her body, until an unknown amount of time later she mercifully passed out, fading gratefully into the blackness of unconsciousness. She felt a savage sense of pride, however, that despite all that the mana wyrm did and was still doing to her, she hadn't once spoken of her race's secrets or plans. Twilight's Pleasure Ch. 04 Author's Note: Thank you, everyone who is still reading this series, so here's a rather belated Halloween present to you all. **** "Hm, it appears the new night elf is being stubborn," Engrossed as Caithana was in gently and thoroughly rubbing a kind of oil into her large breasts, she still looked up at Variona's comment, a curious look on her face as she let out an inquisitive noise. With each pass of her hands over and under her generous bust, her tits glistened a little more as she worked to coat the mounds of flesh as Variona had told her to do. The blood elf was sitting on the edge of her employer's desk, topless and wearing only her trousers, while Variona was diligently recording the results of several of her other experiments in one of her journals. The rogue had to admit that she was curious about what other experiments her employer had going, since she herself had so far only taken part in a few since volunteering as Variona's subject - all of them involving several new kinds of aphrodisiacs that the other woman had invented - but her curiosity was minor in comparison to what had driven her to sneak into the violet-eyed woman's lab in the first place. Variona, hearing the questioning noise from her willing subject, elaborated as she looked at her journal and ran through various ways of improving the recently-concluded experiments. "The female apparently thinks she is being held captive by orcs, and I keep having to cast several sleep spells to knock her out when I move her from the testing room back to her cell. It is also hard to trust the results I get when the female insists on cursing me the entire time she is conscious." Her tits now shining with the oil, the rogue shuddered and let out a breathy sigh as she felt them start to tingle deliciously, her nipples hardening at the pleasant sensations. She looked at her employer out of the corner of one glowing green eye, commenting ruefully, "What did you expect? The night elf is one of their Sentinels, and you wanted one that wouldn't give out so quickly." The blood elf leaned back on her hands, shuddering at the soft pleasure coming from her breasts and lapping gently through her body. She didn't know what the oil was supposed to do, but she was certainly enjoying how it felt as it took effect, and she half-suspected that it was a kind of aphrodisiac. It didn't much matter, since she had no complaints about doing her new 'job', she thought with a half-smirk as she let a quiet moan slip out. The black-haired woman sitting behind the desk glanced up, absently bringing a different journal to her with a wave of a slender hand, and without further ado flipped the new book over to the page about the oil she was having Caithana test, saying as she did so. "Yes, but there is a difference between not giving out and fouling up my results by cursing instead of reacting honestly. Don't touch your breasts," Variona tacked on, spying one of the rogue's hands drifting up towards the ample globes of flesh, and she began idly asking questions about what sensations the blood elf was experiencing as Caithana reluctantly put her hand back down on the desk. Once Caithana had described the feelings washing through her and her employer began writing them down, her curiosity drove her to ask, between moans of pleasure of course, "What is this oil supposed to do anyway? Some kind of aphrodisiac?" The warm, pleasurable sensations were pooling in-between her legs, and she could feel her pussy moistening and clenching, driving her to press her thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure. "Only partially, my dear. The oil is supposed to increase sensitivity in the breasts along with being a mild aphrodisiac, and so far it seems to be living up to my expectations," Variona answered, smiling as she eagerly wrote down the results as she observed them, namely by what Caithana described and by the elf woman's reactions i.e. how loud she moaned and how far she arched her back, causing her glistening breasts to jiggle and bounce. When the rogue came over twenty times without a single touch to her pussy, letting out pleasured cries and leaving the elf panting harshly, her eyes glazed with pleasure and her face flushed with arousal, Variona felt confident in labeling the experiment a success in her journal. She beamed happily as she stood up from behind her desk, waving her hand to send the journals she'd been writing in back to their spots on the shelves. "And that concludes that experiment, my dear rogue. You know how to wash off the oil, don't you?" Seeing Caithana's slight nod, and the lusty shiver that went through the blood elf's curvy form, she walked to the door as she added, "You may make use of any of the toys in the storeroom, just remember to clean them off afterwards." And with that, the twilight dragon in human form turned around and headed out the door, grinning as she'd seen the gleam in her employee's glowing eyes. For now though, she had to go see a man about a furbolg. **** Caithana hardly waited until her employer had left the room before jumping to her feet, shuddering as another slow, torturous orgasm slid through her at the motion. With her top half completely exposed, she eagerly made her way to the storerooms, having lost whatever small pretense of modesty she might have once possessed in the short time she had been working for Variona (who she still didn't know the true form of, but then she wasn't really in a hurry to find out). The luscious globes, the pale skin of them gleaming beneath the light due to the oil she'd rubbed into them, bounced with each step, a display that would have driven most anyone into a lustful frenzy, had there been anyone else in the hallway to see it. Ducking inside the storeroom, the rogue quickly located and grabbed the toy she was after, moaning through another two orgasms in the process, and then she practically sprinted for the bathing room. The wetness of her pussy was practically soaking her trousers, and she was eager to take the article of clothing off in order to put that wetness to good use. The bathing room was, the same as Variona's study and storerooms, amazingly built and well-stocked with various grooming products from all over Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms. It was a large room, almost twice the size of the study, and made completely out of stone like the rest of the complex. The floor was smooth and level, almost like tile, she'd thought when she'd first stepped into the room, and the stone walls had been smoothed out and carved, in places, with intricate and detailed pictures of flowers, birds, and the odd drawings of men and women in the act of fucking. Off to the right of the door were a row of benches set against the wall, and on the left wall, at a little above head-height on a tauren, there was a row of metal faucets at even intervals along that wall. The faucets, she had discovered, were turned on and off by two knobs located below the faucet head, and said knobs also controlled the temperature of the water that came from the faucets. The bath itself, however, was the centerpiece of the room - it was a deep, sunken stone tub with built in benches, large enough that it reached from the center of the room all the way back to the far wall, and it seemed to Caithana that it was permanently filled with steaming water. The entire room was always warm, the rogue had noted before, and now she was grateful for that as she quickly shucked off her boots and trousers, leaving them on one of the benches as she walked quickly to the bathtub. She was still holding the stone cock she'd grabbed from the storeroom, the one made to look like a tauren's penis, the one that was quickly becoming her favorite out of all of them, and when she sat down on the edge of the tub she smiled lustily as the bottom half of her legs sank into the warm water. Caithana rubbed the fake tauren cock between her hands to warm it, but then when another orgasm slid through her because she had yet to wash the oil off her breasts she couldn't stand to wait another moment. She practically rammed the fake cock into her silken sheath, letting out a scream of pleasure as her soaking cunt eagerly opened wide to accept the intruder, and she was panting loudly as she began moving the toy in and out of her channel. Wet slapping sounds soon filled the bathing room along with the rogue's gleeful moans as she arched her back, moving her hips exactly as she would have with a real lover. It didn't matter that she was the one controlling the movement of the cock in her pussy, all that mattered was that she was being stretched open as far as she could be, and the blood elf let out another scream as she came, this orgasm much more intense than the last. She tilted her head back, moaning and panting with lust towards the ceiling as her tits bounced with each movement of her hips. Ah, the ecstasy was just too much! Her glowing green eyes were glazed and unfocused as she continued slamming the stone cock into her sopping cunt, the wet slapping sounds soon joined by slurping and squishing ones as she came again and again and still continued working the toy around inside her sheath. She was now laying on her back on the heated floor of the room, which was just as well since that gave her better leverage to arch her back and work the toy deeper into her channel. "Ah, ah, AH!" She crooned and cried as her most intense orgasm yet rolled through her like waves breaking against a rock, and she actually thought she might have lost consciousness for a moment, because when she opened her eyes - and when had she closed them? - both of her hands were lying limply beside her head, and she could still feel the stone cock buried deep inside her. She groaned again, this time in exertion as she pushed herself back up into a sitting position, wincing a bit as she reached down and gingerly pulled the toy from her cunt, her lust sated for the moment. Before the oil on her breasts could work her into another frenzy, she left the toy on the edge and quickly slid into the bathtub, and once she was in the water all the way up to her neck, she set about washing away the oil as Variona had shown her soon after she'd been "hired". Caithana's eyes were half-lidded as she slowly fondled and lifted her tits, washing away the oil beneath them. It was very easy to get aroused by washing away the oil, but her last orgasm had ensured that she was fine for the time being. She thoroughly rinsed and washed her breasts three more times before she was satisfied she'd removed all the oil, and she swam over to grab one of the bottles of bathing lotion from the rim of the tub (a quick sniff of it revealed it to be one of her favorites, one of Variona's creations that she'd decided to call 'Peacebloom Bathing Oil' after the main ingredient). The bathing lotion was a shiny pearlescent color, thick and milky, sometimes reminding Caithana of a certain something else. Now that her lust was slaked, she quickly washed her body, paying special attention to the area between her legs (the warm water would serve to alleviate any lingering soreness), and then put the bathing lotion back in order to grab one of the hair-washing solutions that her employer kept on hand. A quick, thorough wash of her hair and a minute spent underwater rinsing later, and she gently pulled herself out of the obscenely comfortable tub. She had no idea how Variona had rigged it to replace the used water so quickly, but it was a luxury she thoroughly enjoyed whenever she had the chance. As an afterthought, she carefully dipped the toy she'd used into the water and cleaned it off as Variona had requested. On slightly unsteady legs she stood up and staggered back over to where she'd left her trousers and boots, setting the toy on the bench while she got dressed. As she hadn't brought a top with her, that meant just pulling on her trousers and boots, then grabbing the fake tauren cock to take it back to the storeroom. Returning it only took a few minutes, despite her slower walking speed, and she was smiling smugly as she made her way back towards her room. Since Variona hadn't wanted to risk drawing attention to the blood elf rogue's comings and goings, the violet-eyed woman had insisted on Caithana staying at the lab whenever possible, and the blood elf had promptly agreed. After all, the room that had been provided for her here was much, much better than any that she would find at an inn. In fact, she would almost go so far as to say they were fit for a queen, she reflected happily as she opened the door. Once the slight discomfort of her 'activities' with the toy had disappeared, perhaps she would go check on the newest night elf 'volunteer' and see how the female was doing, she thought with a soft laugh. Twilight's Pleasure Ch. 05 Author's Note: I'm sorry it took me so long to post this - I was taking a break to recharge my batteries, so to speak. Since it was mentioned by one reviewer, I decided to include a part about some of the other experiments going on in Variona's lab, and that sort of gave me trouble. **** Waking up to find yourself in a stone cell sans clothes and with a suspicious soreness in your loins was almost never a good thing, Gienna Macarler reflected with a sigh, pushing herself slowly into a sitting position. It was also a situation that she had been in more than once in her twenty-three years of life, and so she was adept at not panicking and instead trying to think back on what might have happened to land her in the cell in the first place. Gienna was a priest, though you certainly wouldn't think that to look at her, and a gorgeous woman in her own right. She had light cocoa-colored skin and raven-dark hair that fell straight to her lower back, and her curvy figure had often been the envy of noblewomen and tavern-maids alike. Her breasts were a rich bounty guaranteed to fill any man's hands to overflowing and were the size of fine ripened melons, and her usual attire - which she wasn't wearing at the moment - of a low-cut, form-fitting robe had showed off her breasts to perfection and just barely covered her dark nipples. She had nicely rounded hips and a firm, toned ass to go along with her long legs, and altogether stood at an average 5"6. The priestess had little in the way of modesty on a normal day, so she was content to let her tits hang free as she stood up on shaky legs to look around her cell, sparing a moment to be grateful that there didn't seem to be any other soreness. The first thing she noticed were the shackles laying unused on the floor to the left of where she stood, and a quick glance around showed that she had been laying unconscious in the middle of the room, which was made of solid stone and contained a pile of bedding near the unused shackles and what appeared to be a gnomish toilet, except more streamlined and hopefully less likely to explode after several uses. She didn't know why she had been left unrestrained, and her toffee-colored eyes narrowed in thought as she paced slowly from one end of the room to the other, trying to remember what might have happened to land her in this situation. The last thing she clearly remembered was joining a group of thirty adventurers on a raid of the Twilight Highlands, and she had just finished healing a mage who had gotten injured while setting a zealot on fire in the midst of his fellow madmen before everything had gone dark. She didn't think she'd been physically knocked unconscious, as a quick brush of her fingers over her scalp revealed no tender or aching spots beneath her hair, so that left having been rendered unconscious by magical means. Gienna looked around suspiciously, finding herself highly doubting that she was a captive of the Twilight's Hammer cult - she had heard the stories and even healed a few of those lucky enough to escape the group of madmen, and so she doubted that the cult would leave any prisoner unchained no matter how little a threat they thought she posed. Pursing her lips, she knelt and examined the door closely, vaguely aware that something was missing - besides her clothing, that is - but not sure what. Thanks to her many, many romantic encounters with various rogues, she had picked up a thing or two about picking locks, but unfortunately for her the door to the cell didn't seem to have one. An experimental shove proved the door to be as sturdy as they came, and she was forced to step back with a sigh. As she thought, running through her options and trying to think of ways to escape from her cell, she gradually noticed a faint tingling sensation running over her skin, and she shivered delicately. Unthinkingly, she tried to cast a Smite spell on the door in hopes of damaging it or at least testing it, only...nothing happened. Frowning, she tried to cast it again, only for the same results to occur, and again when she attempted to summon a small light around her hand. It felt like she had had a bucket of freezing water dumped over her when she realized what was missing: she could no longer feel her connection to the Light. The priest took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to remain calm as her thoughts chased each other around in circles, trying desperately to figure out how her powers could have been blocked or otherwise taken from her. She drew a blank, and in an attempt to keep calm, she made the mistake of focusing on the tingling sensation all over her body. At first glance, she noted, the tingling was actually more of a tickle, like she was being rubbed all over with a feather, and the feeling, it seemed, was everywhere, over every inch of her flesh. Even between her legs, she felt and was unable to stop the giggle that welled up inside her from escaping. Now thoroughly curious about the odd feeling and where it could possibly be coming from, she shivered again, blinking in surprise as she watched her nipples harden into inch-long black peaks. She shuddered again as she cautiously brought one hand up and gently stroked a finger over one of her nipples, gasping at the jolt of pleasure that resulted from the touch. Her breasts had always been sensitive, that was true, but never that sensitive, she thought in amazement as moisture began slowly gathering between her legs. Curious and now a little bit horny, the loss of her connection to the Light slipped from her mind as Gienna raised both hands up to cup her breasts, flicking her fingers over her nipples, pinching and squeezing the nubs and then gasping when the jolts of pleasure seemed to go right to her pussy. Ever since she'd been young Gienna had possessed very little modesty and a great willingness to explore both hers' and other peoples' bodies, so she didn't hesitate to fondle and play with her tits despite the fact that she might have been being watched through some unknown means. All that she was focused on at the moment was exploring the newfound sensitivity of her tits and seeing just how far that new sensitivity went. She pinched her nipples sharply, moaning loudly at the sharp 'zing' of pleasure, and one hand left her tits to drift down between her thighs, unable to resist the temptation to touch herself even more intimately. Her cunt was literally dripping wet, and she had to lean against the nearest wall when the first touch of her questing fingers made her knees go weak. Oooooh yes, her new sensitivity certainly extended to her pussy! She was honestly delighted by the discovery, and her chest was heaving as she gasped for breath, one finger teasingly circling around her entrance yet not touching it or the hardened nub above it. She tormented herself like that for what must have been ten minutes, one hand tugging and massaging her nipples and tits and the other hand teasing her cunt - by the time her index finger gently brushed the distended pleasure nub above her clit, her cunt was soaking with her juices and she was about ready to come then and there. Finally, when she couldn't stand it anymore, Gienna moaned happily as two fingers slid easily into her wet channel, wet slurping sounds filling her cell along with her pleasured moans and cries as she added a third, then a fourth finger. Her other hand abandoned her breasts and went down to rub and play with her clit while her other hand dove in and out of her soaking cunt. Pleasure rolled through the priest's body like ocean waves, leaving her gasping for breath and sobbing for release as she felt her first orgasm fast approaching. The large-breasted priest threw her head back and screamed as she came, sobbing with pleasure as her hands continued their ministrations. That one orgasm soon became two, then three, four, five, who knows how many as her fingers twisted and caressed her most sensitive and secret places. Her inner walls clenched around her fingers, trying to keep the digits inside her moist channel, and Gienna found herself yearning for something, anything to fill her better than her own fingers. She would even sleep with a Goblin if she had to! She thought desperately, leaning her head back against the cool stone of the wall behind her, bracing her legs and spreading them wider as she sharply pinched her clit between two fingers and twisted it just as one of the fingers she had in her pussy just barely brushed the pleasure spot within her. Fireworks seemed to go off behind her closed eyelids as she came one last time, her juices trickling down her thighs and dripping around her fingers to land on the floor of her cell. Sliding down the wall into a sitting position and slowly withdrawing her fingers from between her legs, Gienna moaned as her inner muscles clenched, still longing for something to fill her, but her previous orgasms had wore her out enough that she was able to ignore that desire...for the moment. Now physically drained to go with her spiritual exhaustion, Gienna found her vision fading in and out as her head lolled from side to side, and she was aware of her body enough to realize she was on the verge of passing out. Distantly, she registered the sound of the cell door opening, and just as she lost consciousness, she heard a female voice say, "Well well, that was quite a performance, my darling priest. I might just have a proposal for you..." And the dark-skinned woman knew no more, the darkness of unconsciousness reaching up to draw her under. **** The second time Gienna regained consciousness, it was to very different surroundings than the cell she had passed out in. Instead of a cold stone cell, she was laying supine on a large, luxurious mattress that was so soft that she could only liken it to sleeping on an actual cloud. The room she now found herself in was just as luxurious as the mattress, decorated in tones of cream and gold with some emerald green thrown in, and she could tell at a glance that what woodwork there was in the otherwise stone room had been done by a master craftsman. Yes, it was certainly different than her previous cell, she thought with a low groan as she tried to push herself into a sitting position. She noted absently that she was still completely naked, but she was surprised to discover that the remains of her self-pleasuring had been cleaned up, and her vagina was no more sore than it had been when she'd passed out. Okay, now she was confused - first she'd woken up in a cell with her connection to the Light somehow blocked, and now she was in a bedroom fit for royalty with her powers, she quickly checked by attempting to summon a small light, completely intact. "Just what is going on here?" She wondered out loud, frowning in confusion and more than a little worry that the situation was some sort of unusual trap. Her thoughts were interrupted by a highly-amused voice coming from a doorway that she hadn't noticed, "An excellent question, my dear, not to mention a practical one," The owner of the voice was a human female with black hair, glowing violet eyes, and breasts even larger than Gienna's clad in a form-fitting robe that covered the stranger's pale skin to the point of being prudish. In other words, the stranger was gorgeous. Seeing the priest's frown, the woman chuckled and said, "Now don't be like that, my darling priest, I plan on explaining everything before I make my offer to you." Gienna barely had time to think 'what offer?' before the other woman began to speak again, introducing herself as Variona before the real explanation began. And by the end of it, the young woman's head was spinning with everything she had heard, and she was unashamedly gaping when Variona added, seemingly as an afterthought, "And you have no idea how pleased I am that the experiment to magically increase sensitivity performed on you was a success! Granted, I wasn't really sure about merging it with the light that illuminated your cell at first, but it worked!" and let out a pleased giggle as she clapped her hands. Well, at least that partially explained what had happened to her back in that first cell... In theory, she understood what the strange woman was saying about experimenting to increase pleasure and find ways to increase fertility and make birth itself pleasurable, but in reality her mind was whirling over the implications. Especially when Variona unashamedly admitted that only one of her test subjects was there willingly - "But that's where you come in, my darling priest! I watched your little performance quite closely, and I think you would be an excellent addition to my volunteers. You would be paid, of course, and these would be your rooms when you stay here. You would be free to come and go as you willed, provided you didn't tell anyone what I was doing here." She was about to tell the violet-eyed woman thanks but no thanks, but her brain got ahead of her mouth and stopped her from making a huge mistake. She mentally took a step back and actually thought about Variona was offering her and what the woman was really doing. Some of the things the other woman said she was trying to do - increase fertility and making giving birth pleasurable instead of painful - definitely appealed to her, and really, what would be so bad about helping such a worthy cause? Gienna didn't have any truly close friends, nor was she a member of a guild, having always preferred to adventure alone or else team up with a group as needed, and her parents had been killed in an Orc raid when she had been fourteen years-old. That meant that there really wasn't anyone she could tell about Variona's experiments, and who would believe her if she did? Becoming one of Variona's subjects guaranteed steady pay, food and shelter, and also helped to advance the other woman's experiments in helping humans. She thought carefully, weighing both the good and bad of Variona's offer, and she hesitantly said, "I have to think about it..." after all, she thought, no matter how good it sounded there was likely to be a catch somewhere. A sly smirk slid across Variona's lips as she purred, "Oh, I understand, my sweet. These kinds of decisions are not to be made lightly, after all. If you feel up to it, why don't you come with me for a peek of what you would be signing up for?" It was worded as a suggestion, but there was no doubt that it was an order that the woman expected to be obeyed. She turned around, long black hair whirling around her at the movement as she exited the room. "Lead the way," Gienna spoke rhetorically as she pushed herself to her feet and padded after the violet-eyed woman, unabashedly looking around the lit stone hallways which were apparently carved out of a cliff. She remembered Variona mentioning that her only willing volunteer was a blood elf during her somewhat rambling explanation, so she kept her eyes opened for that. The air wasn't cold, and so her nakedness was of no concern as she followed the other woman down the hallway, pausing when Variona stopped in front of a metal door and then pushed it open as easily as if the heavy barrier were made of paper rather than iron. The priest was understandably hesitant to approach the new opening, biting a lip before obeying Variona's beckoning gesture and cautiously approaching. As she got closer to the entrance of the room, loud slurping sounds reached her ears, a blush rising to her cheeks as she easily identified the sounds of something sliding into a thoroughly wet pussy. She had heard it often enough, she reflected ruefully as she carefully looked into the room, making sure not to enter it lest the woman beside her try to trap her by shutting the door behind her. At first glance it was easy to see that the room was one of the testing rooms that Variona had described during her earlier explanation, a light orb embedded in the ceiling providing ample light so she could see what was inside. The room was made completely out of stone, even the table in the middle of room, but Gienna's eyes weren't on the decor. No, her gaze was locked with horrified fascination on what was on the table: a human woman with dark skin much like her and bright green eyes that were glazed with pleasure, her hands locked beside her head with iron shackles and her legs held apart so her cunt was exposed by the very same thing. Of course, when the woman's full lips parted and a lusty moan slipped from her mouth it was obvious that she no longer had any interest in closing them. The captive woman had breasts the size of large cantaloupes topped with hardened nipples several shades darker than her skin, long, toned legs, and rounded hips that had likely been the source of many a man's wet dreams. Her rich brown hair was spread around her head like a veil, and soft moans and lewd slurping noises filled the room, the source of the latter easily seen, perched on the shackled woman's stomach as it was. It was some kind of jellyfish, the observing priest thought distantly, but it was larger than any she had ever seen, as it was easily as big as a large dog, covering the entire expanse of female belly it was perched on from breasts to hips. Parts of the jellyfish were glowing a soft pink, at odds with the translucency of the rest of its' body and making it appear all that more enthralling. Its' tentacles were long and ranged in thickness from barely an inch wide to at least five inches, several of the smaller ones were wrapped around its' captive's tits and were alternately squeezing and massaging the fleshy orbs, the tips of the tentacles rhythmically flicking over the woman's nipples and drawing out wanton moans each time. The longest of the jellyfish's tendrils had to have been over a foot long, as Gienna could see them going from the creature straight into the other woman's vagina. She couldn't help wondering exactly how deeply into the captive woman's body they managed to reach... The priest was torn from her thoughts by Variona's voice, and she listened with interest as the other woman spoke, "Now this is something I've been tinkering with for a while now - it's actually the second version of its' kind, and the more successful one, I think. It's main purpose is to increase sensitivity and fertility; you see the slime on its' tentacles?" And yes, when Gienna looked back at the jellyfish more closely, she was able to see the faint sheen of wetness on the tendrils wrapped around the shackled woman's breasts and the slight shine on her tits that showed where those tendrils had touched. She hadn't noticed anything on the tentacles thrusting in and out of the other woman's cunt because it had been impossible to tell the difference between the jellyfish's natural slime and the woman's aroused wetness. Variona continued, "That slime is what increases the sensitivity and fertility - the skin it comes in contact with becomes incredibly sensitive and conductive to pleasure, and the tentacles are long enough to reach the womb and increase the fertility of the eggs there. It helps that the channel to the womb also becomes more sensitive because of the slime, as I believe the process should be as pleasurable as the result," She finished with a smile, nudging Gienna back as she shut the door, the sound of the woman inside's latest orgasm the last thing heard from inside the room. "Well then, shall we move on? There's much more to see!" the violet-eyed woman said brightly, setting off down the hallway once again, the priest stumbling along behind her. Gienna scowled, trying to get her legs under control as she tried to walk after Variona and instead wound up stumbling. Her knees were shaking as she fully digested what she'd just seen, and her thighs were suspiciously wet, her pussy clenching tightly on nothing and providing no small amount of discomfort as she tried to walk normally. She had just managed to steady herself when they stopped in front of another door, Variona opening it just as easily as she had the other one, and if anything her trepidation was even greater than it had been before as she cautiously approached to look inside this latest room. Twilight's Pleasure Ch. 05 It turned out she was right to be hesitant, as the sight that met her eyes was even more shocking than a jellyfish fucking a human woman: instead of a table, the woman in this room was chained in the center of the room atop a platform raised a foot off the floor on her hands and knees, her legs spread as widely as they could be without causing her to fall, the manacles around her wrists and ankles obviously secured tightly to the floor so she couldn't move from her position. The woman was a night elf, sporting rich purple skin with darker purple markings on her cheeks and around her pleasure-glazed bright silver eyes, her pointed ears jutting out from a waterfall of green hair, and graced with a voluptuous figure. Her breasts hung straight down, the globes large and full, the nipples crowning them a dark purple and hardened to points that seemed to beg for a mouth to suckle at them. If she had been standing, Gienna estimated that the night elf female would have stood at least a good 6 and a half feet tall, and her body would have been a perfect hourglass shape if what the priest could see of her well-rounded hips were any indication. As it so happened, the cocoa-skinned woman's view was partially blocked by the large body of a naked Quilboar, the pig-like humanoid grunting like mad as it thrust into the night elf from behind. Dimly, Gienna thought that it strongly resembled a Bristleback Quilboar, which were typically larger and stronger than other Quilboar, something that supported her theory. The creature stood at least 5"9 ft. tall, with a thick, bristly mane trailing from its' boar-like head - complete with large tusks and snout - to halfway down its' naked back. Its' legs resembled that of a boar, sporting backwards knees and ending in cloven hooves. Its' torso was more man than boar, with thick, huge muscles that were clearly visible as they bulged, powerful arms ending with large human-like and clawed hands that gripped the night elf's hips tightly as it thrust into the female. The female's position had obviously been selected so the humanoid would have an easier time fucking her, pulling its' cock out halfway and then pounding back in. Wet sounds, that of suction and slurping, filled the room like a whirlwind of noise and bombarded Gienna's ears as she stared with horror at the sight of the Quilboar humping the purple-skinned woman. She would have suspected the Quilboar of raping the elf woman, had it not been for the moans and keens of ecstasy coming from the kneeling female. "Ah, ah, ah...AH!" With each thrust of the Quilboar's cock into her pussy, the night elf's body rocked forward, her ample breasts bouncing and swaying with the motion, and lush lips parted to let out a lusty moan as the elf reached an orgasm. From what Gienna could see, the boar-man was well-endowed, sporting a cock that must have been at least four inches round, but she didn't know how long it was. How could she, considering it was currently buried to the hilt inside a night elf's vagina? A night elf who was certainly enjoying it, if the sounds she was making were any indication, moans and wails of sheer ecstasy, her head thrashing from side to side as she came again. Clear juices were trickling out from around the Quilboar's cock, the watching priest noted, the night elf's thighs slick and shiny as they flowed down her legs to pool on the stone floor. The evidence of the female's enjoyment of what was happening, Gienna guessed, her own lips parting as she unconsciously darted her tongue out to moisten them. Her own legs were pressed closely together as she tried her best to hide her own interest in what was happening in front of her, likely in vain but she still made the attempt to look composed in the face of what she was seeing. To Gienna's surprise, the night elf began to speak, lilting, rhythmic words flowing like water from her lips as she babbled, repeating them over and over again, several times. "She's saying 'Please! Please! Fuck me harder! HARDER! Faster, please!'," Variona had seen the confusion on Gienna's face and took great delight in the uncomfortable expression on the priest's face as she translated the pleading Darnassian. The dark-skinned human swallowed, her throat suddenly tight as she watched the Quilboar pull back almost halfway out of the elf's pussy, much to her disappointment if the subsequent pleading moan was any indication. She could now see almost six inches of the bright pink flesh that made up the boar-man's penis, and then it rammed it all back inside the elf, drawing a load scream of pleasure from its' willing victim. The boar humanoid let out a low-pitched squeal as it came, and for some reason a look of shocked ecstasy fell across the night elf's face as she screamed out her own pleasure, shuddering as the waves of orgasm rushed over her. "What...?" Gienna trailed off, unsure how to ask what had just happening, but thankfully she didn't have to: Variona was more than willing to tell her. "Did you know, my dear priest, that a Quilboar's cock is actually more like that of a pig or boar's than a man's? It's really quite fascinating, because in addition to being rather long so that it can reach the womb of their mates, there's also a - let's call it a curl, for lack of a better description - right below its' tip. When the Quilboar comes, that curl inflates to block the opening to the womb so that none of the cum can escape, thereby increasing the chance of pregnancy. I decided to take advantage of that and do some tinkering with the Quilboar so that its' cum will have an enriching effect on a female's womb as it is absorbed into her body." The violet-eyed woman explained with a small smile, looking rather pleased herself as she watched the blissful expression on the kneeling female's face and observed the small tremors running through the busty elf's frame. While the Quilboar came the night elf also had several orgasms of her own, or so it seemed to Gienna, who was clamping her thighs tightly shut in an effort to alleviate the longing ache in her own pussy. It didn't do much more than drive home the emptiness in her cunt, and she was more than happy to shuffle back so that Variona could shut the door and cut off the vision of well-fucked elf and the Quilboar inside her. She followed the other woman without complaint when she started walking further down the hall, this time able to keep from stumbling despite the wetness of her thighs, but all the same she was grateful that they didn't walk long. In fact, Variona stopped in front of a door three down and across the hall from the room containing the Quilboar and night elf and wasted no time in opening the door and gesturing for Gienna to look inside. The priest felt rather numb with shock and arousal, so all she could do was take a deep, shuddering breath before stepping forward to see what was inside this latest room. Her nerves were so wrung out that she honestly thought that nothing could surprise her now...but once again, once she looked inside she was proven very, very wrong. The first thing that caught her eye was that the female shackled inside this room wasn't a human or a night elf or any other Alliance species...it was an Orc. The creature had the bright green skin characteristic of their kind, a tiny, squashed nose accompanied by angry, slanted eyes, and a set of small tusks coming from its' bottom jaw and peeking over its' top lip. Other than that, the Orc female rather resembled a human woman - ten fingers and ten toes that Gienna could see, a full head of sleek black hair, and the same basic body shape. The creature's face was rather broad, yet the skin was smooth and unmarred by the piercings that Orcs typically favored, and the female's ears were slightly pointed. Since the Orc was chained in the exact same position as the human woman the priest had seen in the first testing room Gienna had no problem getting a good look at the creature's body. Toned, muscular legs were attached to slightly round hips and a tight, toned ass, and defined abs were clenched tightly just below the Orc's breasts. The creature's tits were a respectable size, only a bit smaller than Gienna's own and topped with dark green nipples, but the priest knew from experience that the female would be considered busty by her own kind. The female's shoulders were broad and her arms were well-muscled, for all the good that that muscle did her against whatever type of metal Variona had used to make the shackles holding her. The priest estimated that the female would have been around 5 and a half ft. tall had she been standing, and with all her muscle mass probably weighed around 200 pounds, rather typical for an Orc really. The female's eyes were a light amber color, a somewhat uncommon shade amongst the savage species. None of the Orcs she had ever encountered had ever had that particular eye color, but that hardly proved anything. From what Gienna could see, the Orc's pussy lips were smaller than that of a human woman's, but her clit was broader and more defined. The priest could just make out the faint twinkling of the small ring pierced through the head of the Orc's clit, and now that she looked closer she could see small silver rings hanging from each the Orc's nipples, bringing the green female's piercings up to a total of three. She glanced at Variona questioningly, since the Orc female was still trying to struggle against her restraints and there was nothing fucking her. Even though she had just recently met the woman who owned the lab, she already knew that that was a rarity. A smile tugged at Variona's lips as the woman simply said, "Watch." and then added in assurance as she waved her hand, "Don't worry, as long as you stay on this side of the doorway nothing inside the room can see you." Gienna's attention was caught when a faint grinding sound reached her ears from inside the testing room, and she turned her toffee-colored eyes towards the source of the noise in interest. A section of the wall had raised, a piece four foot across and almost five feet high, revealing a dark room beyond, and inside that darkness the priest heard something shifting. A kind of chittering noise echoed out of the shadows, and the kind of clicking noise that a large insect made when moving across stone also reached both Gienna's and the female Orc's ears. Gienna had heard it often enough when hunting spiders in caves, yet this sound seemed just a bit...off, like the creature making it didn't have enough legs or it was heavier than a spider should be. Something must have seemed wrong to the Orc as well, as the green-skinned female resumed her struggles with a vengeance, yanking at the manacles clamped around her wrists and ankles with twisting, jerking movements. The Orc female shouted, practically screaming harsh-sounding words in Orcish, and Gienna - with her somewhat limited knowledge of the green-skinned female's language - managed to decipher enough to know that the verbal deluge was a combination of cursing and pleading for release. The watching priest found out why the female had resorted to begging several moments later when the source of the gurgling click-hiss noises emerged from the shadows. It was a Ravager, an insect-like creature with four leg supporting a crescent-shaped body, its' arching head sporting serrated mandibles that Gienna knew could slice all but the toughest armor like a blade through paper. She had hunted the creatures for the Draenei before, and she thought that the one currently approaching the now-frantically thrashing Orc resembled the Ravagers typically found on Bloodmyst Isle, except its' coloring was...off. Instead of green with a pale belly, its' carapace was a mix of brilliant pink and crimson, and its' eyes glowed a pale pink. Issuing another gurgling hiss-click, the Ravager crawled up onto the table, hovering over the trapped Orc and seeming to examine the chained female. Right before Gienna's shocked gaze, what could only be the Ravager's cock slid out from beneath its' stinger, extending with a slick, wet sound. It looked like a thick tube almost five inches round and what the priest guessed was several inches more than a foot long, the skin of it made up of what seemed like the same material as the rest of the Ravager's shell. It was more-or-less smooth, but the priest could see what looked to be odd bumps right below the head, and the entire thing glistened with some kind of resin-like gel that slid slowly down the hard rod. As the glistening pink and crimson member approached her unprotected entrance, the female Orc began screaming even louder, jerking so hard against her restraints that the priest found herself wondering if the female would dislocate her own arms or legs with her struggling. The Ravager shifted into position, paying no heed to the female's struggles, and then with no hesitation drew back and plunged its' cock all the way into the Orc's unprepared cunt. Every single inch of the massive tube was sheathed into the green-skinned female's dry pussy, undoubtedly causing some tearing on the way in. A deafening scream of horror and agony was torn from the chained female's throat, the Orc's back arching and unconsciously pushing her hips up to meet the insect's thrust. Without waiting for the Orc to get accustomed to the invading organ, the Ravager began moving up and down, controlling the movement of its' cock in a fascinating display of muscle control as it fucked the female body beneath it. Blood had begun trickling out around the large member immediately after the first thrust in a pale substitute for a willing female's juices, and that blood along with the resin that had coated the Ravager's cock now helped ease its' passage into the Orc's body. The air was quickly filled with the sound of the green-skinned female's horrified shrieks and wails, the wet slap of the Ravager's rod sliding into her pussy barely heard beneath her screams. Somehow, in between the female's shrieks, Gienna managed to make out the Orc's sobbed pleas for mercy, but the priest could only watch in interest as the Ravager's penis moved in and out of the female's sheath. The Orc's pussy-lips and vagina were stretched widely around her violator's cock, the hard shell covering it shining with a mixture of resin gel and blood. The Ravager began speeding up its' pace after several moments, its' cock driving into the female's cunt with a sickening squelching sound as it fucked her, heedless of her pleas and screams. The watching priest grimaced, wishing that she could so easily ignore the Orc's shrieking, but she couldn't bring herself to look away or ask Variona to close the door. A hint of vindictive satisfaction flickered in the priest's gaze as she watched the green-skinned female's rape, even as she felt a small amount of guilt for feeling that way. That particular feeling passed quickly enough, and she soon became enthralled by the sight before her, the corners of her lips lifting in a small smile as she watched. One of the thing the Light preached most was forgiveness, but there were some things that she just couldn't forgive, and Gienna reveled in every small bit of revenge she could get. Twisting and writhing as best she could in her restraints, the female Orc wailed loudly enough to put a banshee to shame as she was fucked mercilessly. Her green pussy-lips stretched almost obscenely wide to accommodate the hard rod currently sheathed inside her, faint trickles of red managed to slide out from around the Ravager's cock, revealing beyond a doubt that the Ravager was living up to its' name. Faint slurping sounds drifted into the air as the insectoid pulled out, then slid back in to the Orc's vagina, though all Gienna could hear was the restrained female's screeching. The Orc's reaction was partially a holdover from when the race still lived in Outland and not just a response to being raped - in the land of their birth, Ravagers reproduced by implanting their eggs in the wombs of other species, most commonly Orcs and draenei. Back then it had been considered the greatest shame for a female to be violated by a Ravager, let alone become a carrier for its' eggs. Such females were usually cast out in disgrace or killed even if they managed to make it back to their people so the shaman/healer could remove the eggs before they hatched and devoured the unwilling mother from the inside. For the female to be chained the table, helpless and unable to put up even the slightest of resistance as one of her species ancestral enemies pounded into her body again and again, it was probably the most shameful thing that could happen to her. The look of anguish on the female's face further enforced that perception. After several more minutes the Ravager began to speed up its' pace, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in, and the Orc's shrieks began to die out into choked sobs. At once the Ravager stilled, and the Orc let out one last ear-piercing screech before her body went limp, her expression that of despair, pain, and resignation. Gienna frowned, wondering what was going on, and almost as if Variona had read her mind the other woman spoke up, "In order to prevent their prey from possibly escaping while they are transferring their eggs, a Ravager's cock has four retractable spines, one on each side near the head. When the Ravager begins moving the eggs down its' cock and into the female's womb the spines extend and lock the two of them together until the transfer is complete , thus preventing the female from moving without severe injury to themselves." Fascinating, the priest thought, watching in amazement as the formerly toned and flat stomach of the green-skinned female began to curve as the Ravager filled its' victim's womb with its' eggs. Egg after egg found its' home inside the Orc until the female looked as though she was about to give birth, her belly full and round and her face wet with her tears. Once the last egg had been transferred, the Ravager pulled out, its' hard rod trailing a clear, gel-like substance and thin traces of the female's blood as it skittered off the table and back through the entrance that it had come from. The Orc's entrance was swollen and stretched, her clit flushed with blood as drops of the same clear gel slowly trickled from her cunt to pool beneath her on the table. Something occurred to her, and she glanced questioningly at Variona as she asked, "Wait, won't the eggs hatch at devour the Orc?" "Normally yes, but I did some adjusting with that particular Ravager - instead of hatching, its' eggs will gradually dissolve inside a female's womb, steadily increasing fertility as the nutrients are absorbed by the womb," the purple-eyed woman assured Gienna, smiling in satisfaction as she added fondly, "Also, that Ravager has a great many more eggs, and after the lot dissolves it will return at least another, oh, three or four times before its' finally empty." Oh, the cocoa-skinned woman thought dazedly, wordlessly obeying Variona's gesture to stand back as she closed the iron door, her thighs glistening wetly and her pussy sopping wet. Her inner walls clenched down on nothing, aching to be filled after the things she had just witnessed, and any reluctance she might have had to aid Variona in her research had long since melted away. She stumbled slightly as she followed the other woman towards who-knew-what, her ample bust bouncing with the movement, her nipples hard and sensitive. Her legs felt like they were going to give out at any moment, and her pussy-lips were swollen and shining with her juices, ready and willing to open and receive whoever or whatever was willing to enter her and sate the deep yearning of her womb. Still, she tried to maintain her composure and hide just how aroused she really was, even as she knew it was a lost cause; the triumphant smile she saw on Variona's lips let her know that the other woman was well aware of the state she was in. Twilight's Pleasure Ch. 05 Casting about for a distraction, Gienna swallowed twice before she managed to say, "I think I've seen all I need to...and my answer is yes, I'm willing to work for you, immediately if necessary." because now there was no doubt in her mind that what the purple-eyed woman was doing here would be of incredible benefit to humans, and she wasn't just saying that because she was horny. No, she honestly believed that the experiments Variona was conducting would be able to help not just humans but all the Alliance races whose populations had been decimated by war. "Oh, I am pleased to hear that, my dear priest!" The woman actually clapped, her voice pulling Gienna out of her thoughts, "And not just because you will be taking part in my experiments; I believe your training as a priest in healing and anatomy will come in handy as well." The incredibly pleased expression on her face reminded Gienna of the proverbial cat that had eaten the canary plus an entire bowl of cream. Before the priest could respond, Variona continued, a clear note of pride in her voice as she explained, "I recently acquired a kobold that I've been tinkering around with, and if my experiments are a success, that kobold's cum can now increase the fertility of females by at least threefold, but I need you to test the cum to see if that particular change took or not. I also added a little something for the creature's stamina and size." A kobold? Variona wanted her to fuck a kobold of all things? She shuddered at the thought. She had killed her fair share of the rodent-like creatures when she'd been a priest-in-training, so she knew for certain that they weren't the most attractive creatures on Azeroth. And she was about to tell Variona that she wanted to decline that particular experiment when the other woman stopped in front of a steel door, opened it with a wave of her slim hand, and Gienna got her first look at what was inside. There was a kobold alright - the rat-like humanoid couldn't be anything but, and it was being restrained in the center of an otherwise empty stone room inside a light violet barrier the same shade as Variona's eyes. What made her gasp, however, wasn't the fact that the kobold was nude - no, it was what was revealed by that nudity that made her swallow. The kobold looked exactly like any other kobold, pale skin, large nostrils, whiskers, rat-like tail, all of 3 ft. tall, but in one way she was sure this one differed from its' brethren was the huge organ standing erect between its' legs. The kobold's cock was a hard, swollen thing flushed a purplish color with the blood inside of it, and it had to be as long as her forearm and as big around as her clenched fist! Gienna was gaping, unconcerned with the amused glances Variona was sending her, as she worked to register the fact that the 3 ft. tall kobold had such a giant penis. She swallowed, her breath coming a little faster, and she barely blinked when Variona said, breaking the stunned silence the priest had been wrapped in, "The poor thing, I haven't let it come since I started tinkering. I imagine its' balls feel like they are going to burst," and that just pulled Gienna's attention to the two swollen sacks beneath that huge cock. It was true, the kobold's balls were swollen to the size of large cantaloupes, hanging full and heavy between its' legs, swaying slightly when the kobold shifted, lifting its' snout in the air and sniffing. The kobold's cock twitched, seeming to swell even more right before Gienna's stunned gaze, and she looked at the woman standing slightly behind her in shock. "Hm, it seems he smells you, my dear." Variona said in response to Gienna's unasked question. Gienna shuddered, her eyes pulled back to the massive manhood of the kobold almost against her will, and her pussy clenched at the thought of having that inside of her, thrusting and pounding and filling her to the brim...Maybe it was because she was aroused as hell from seeing some of Variona's other experiments, but her voice was husky as she said, "Well then, I probably shouldn't keep him waiting, should I?" and stepped fully into the room. She heard Variona's gentle laughter before the door closed behind her, the room illuminated by some sort of glowing orb set in the ceiling, but it was the kobold that held her attention. The moment the door closed, the barrier that had been containing the kobold went down, and faster than Gienna had ever seen on its' kind move the rat-like humanoid was on her, pushing her down to the floor. In the back of her mind, she was grateful that she was already naked because the kobold didn't seem like it would have had the patience to deal with clothes. No, the kobold wasted no time with foreplay, grabbing the priest's toned legs and yanking them open to expose her slick, glistening pussy. Her cunt was already dripping with anticipation as the kobold got lined up, and her scream as half its' huge cock was rammed inside her was pure pleasure. A couple of shallow thrusts had the kobold grunting and snorting desperately before it pulled almost all the way out and then shoved that hard rod of flesh back into her silken sheath, drawing another scream of pleasure from her lips. The kobold had a solid grip on her thighs, keeping her legs spread as widely as they would go as it humped the priestess frantically. She tossed her head back, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath, only able to lay there as the kobold quickly rammed in and out, in and out. She felt her cunt being stretched delightfully, the sensation bordering on pain with how large the kobold's member was, and she could only moan in gratitude for the sensation. Her inner walls clenched around that wonderful cock, working eagerly to draw it deeper inside her and satisfy the lingering ache in her womb. She felt each bump and ridge on the kobold's cock in her soft passage, incredibly aware of the hard rod's shape and size, and that awareness just made her moan more enthusiastically than ever. The fucking she was getting now, the kobold thrusting so hard into her pussy, was probably the best she'd ever had despite its' lack of technique, and soon she was coming, screaming in orgasm as her inner muscles clenched tightly around the intruder giving her such ecstasy. That didn't even faze the kobold - it just kept fucking her through her orgasm, and soon that one orgasm became two, and then even more. Wet slapping sounds filled the room in addition to Gienna's cries and moans of pleasure and encouragement, the kobold's swollen balls slapping hard against Gienna's ass with each thrust, and slurping sounds came from her pussy each time the kobold withdrew for another thrust. Her tits bounced and jiggled, her nipples hard peaks atop the mounds of flesh, as she arched her back, moaning out, "Ah, ah, yes, yes! Fuck me harder! HARDER!" And the kobold increased its' pace, sparking off yet another tidal wave of ecstasy in the priestess's body. That huge cock was all the way inside her cunt, she thought, moaning happily at the very idea, and then crying out in the throes of another orgasm. She honestly didn't know how many of them she'd had, and she didn't care to know - all Gienna knew was that her body was awash in ecstasy, every nerve tingling in pleasure as her orgasms blended together, and her entire focus narrowed down to where she and the kobold were joined. Her dark skin was shining with sweat, and she was panting with exertion as she struggled to move with the rat-like creature fucking her, her back arching and thrusting her breasts up into the air as she came again. Time blurred, her voice growing hoarse from her pleasured screams, and then the kobold's pace changed again, becoming even harder and faster if that was even possible. She groaned, clenching the muscles in her tender cunt as the kobold pulled out, then rammed in one more time, the rat-like humanoid letting out a prolonged squeal as it finally came, pumping every ounce of its' pent-up seed into the pliant female beneath it, emptying its' swollen balls. As the hot seed filled her, Gienna moaned through another orgasm, feeling the kobold's cum fill her to overflowing, some of the creature's seed trickling out around its' cock to pool on the floor. The kobold's orgasm had to have lasted at least ten, maybe fifteen minutes, and she could honestly say that she had never felt so filled in her life when it was done. She smiled fondly, moaning gently as the creature withdrew. A river of warm cum spilled out of her filled pussy with the cock no longer blocking her channel, and she blinked sleepily as she watched the kobold, its' penis now limp and its' balls no longer so swelled and purple, limp over to the center of the room. The violet barrier reappeared, caging the kobold, and Gienna tilted her head back to see Variona standing over her with a satisfied expression on her face. "Well now, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" The violet-eyed woman asked teasingly. A slow smile spread across the exhausted priest's face, and she murmured in reply, "No, it definitely wasn't," Variona nodded briskly, waving a hand and levitating Gienna's limp form, correctly guessing that the priest wouldn't be in any shape to walk for awhile, and she said, "And now for the tests to see if the kobold's cum will have the effect I hope it will. And don't worry, you don't have to be awake for them." And before Gienna could murmur more than a vague thanks, the sleep spell Variona cast took effect. Her last thought before unconsciousness embraced her once again was that she hoped she would get used to so much exercise soon, because that much sleep couldn't possibly be healthy. Twilight's Pleasure Ch. 06 Author's Note: And so begins the Intruders Arc! This is basically to introduce the intruders, so no sex, and I'm sorry it's so short. Don't worry though, things definitely pick up in the next chapter! ;) **** "How much longer until the door is open?" Sashia Lightblessed asked tersely, standing tensely and alert for any sign of an ambush, sparing barely a glance at the crouched form of her party's rogue, Bartholomew Twitche, her trusty mace in hand to discourage any gorillas or other beasts that might think the five of them an easy meal. The rogue just grunted, muttering a tense, "Don't rush me, this is complex work," in reply, slim fingers working on opening the physical locks on the door in front of him while the party's mage Beatrice Fleur disabled the magical alarms and traps. Hazel Beastheart, the hunter in the party, ignored the small conversation behind her, resting one gloved hand on the back of her pet lynx Redfang as they stood guard along with Sashia. The paladin was watching one direction while the hunter covered the other, making sure that nothing attacked the mage and the rogue while they worked, Shi'miri the priest standing off to the side and just watching them all. The door Bartholomew was working on was one that had been concealed behind a myriad of spells and magic traps, in addition to physical ones, and imbedded into the side of one of the walls in Mistvale Valley. That they had stumbled upon it at all while collecting gorilla skins for a merchant in Booty Bay had been nothing more than a stroke of luck, and at the opportunity to open it and see if it barred the way to something that could increase their wealth the entire party had understandably jumped at the chance. The gorilla skins weren't going to net them much of a reward, after all, hence Bartholomew applying his lock picking and trap disabling skills to the door itself and Beatrice unraveling the magical wards that had cloaked the entrance to whatever was inside the cliff. Seeing nothing for quite a ways around, even when she briefly switched to Aspect of the Hawk, Hazel turned her attention back to her party and once more marveled at what a strange group they were. For lack of anything better to do, she examined each of her companions closely. Sashia Lightblessed was the first one she turned her sharp eyes on, the paladin standing straight and tall, and Hazel once more marveled at her 6 ft. 6 inches of height. Sashia was tall for a human, and was the very picture of the righteous paladin with her long blonde hair and bright blue eyes and rich golden skin. Her face was as fair as the Light, or so it had been said, and her full, supple lips could form a smile that was seduction itself. The paladin also sported a large bust and lush figure, outlined helpfully by her tabard and chainmail armor, complete with nicely curved hips and a toned stomach and long legs. Sashia had once told her, while drunk on Dwarven Ale, that her last name, Lightblessed, was one that she'd taken on after becoming a paladin to spite the girls in her home village that had mocked her for her tits, which had always been much larger than other girls' breasts had been. '"Oh, she's surely been blessed by the light, with a chest like that!"' Sashia had quoted one of the taunts to her, smiling the smile of one who knew she'd had the last laugh. And surely Sashia had been blessed by the light, to have breasts as large as hers, Hazel privately thought, sneaking a glance at the blonde woman's tits, which were perfectly round and filled her tabard almost to overflowing. They were undoubtedly an F-cup at the very least, the huntress thought, and Sashia fought as easily with them as though they were an A-cup instead. There were rumors that it was because of Sashia's command of her Light-given powers that she had earned her last name, so both Hazel and Sashia had a good laugh because they knew the truth. The paladin had a firm sense of justice and true belief in the power of the Light, and she wasn't one to stand idly by and let injustice go unpunished. She wielded her blessed mace to devastating effect, having felled more than her fair share of undead and Horde scum with it, and she hardly ever had any need of the shield strapped to her back. Sashia had earned her fame in the Arathi Basin when she had single-handedly turned the tide of a losing battle and helped the Alliance forces claim victory that day, pushing back the Horde forces. Without a doubt a good person to have on your side, the hunter thought with a slight smile on her lips. Her eyes now drifting to the crouched form of the rogue Bartholomew, she thought that there couldn't be a more average-looking person in all of Azeroth. When standing up straight, Bartholomew was an unimposing 5"3, which had made many a person suspect him of having dwarf blood in his veins, and his face seemed to be permanently fixed into a semi-bored expression. Combined with his stringy brown hair, dull brown eyes, and slightly pale skin and you had a man who was easily overlooked, and the rogue often used that to his advantage. He wore dark, light-weight leather armor as all rogues did, and he knew how to use the two daggers sheathed at his waist in addition to a variety of poisons that he carried in various pouches on his belt. The rogue was also caustic, pessimistic, and likely one of the biggest cowards ever to walk the face of Azeroth, and as far as Hazel knew, theirs' was the only party he had ever worked with more than once. Despite his personality, Hazel thought grudgingly, you couldn't deny that the man was good at his job. Next up was Beatrice, a vivacious young woman with an undeniable zest for life and a ready smile, something that was all the more precious in their line of work. The mage had curly brown hair that just barely brushed her lower back and laughing eyes the color of fresh spring grass. She stood at an average 5"5, though that still made her taller than Bartholomew, something that the mage never let the rogue forget. She was clothed in a blue and gold robe that fit her body snugly, especially across the chest where the cloth molded to her D-Cup breasts lovingly, part of her bust showed off by the low neckline. She carried a staff as tall as she was and knew how to use it, though like all mages her main weapons were her spells, her personal favorites being fireball and icebolt. The petite woman was an all-around cheery person, appreciative of a good joke and always ready to tell them, she could also hold her liquor like no one else Hazel knew. This of course combined with her other mentioned traits always made her extremely popular with any dwarves they came across. Everyone had their vices, however, and after some careful observation Hazel had discovered Beatrice's: the mage was a slut, plain and simple. Every time they stopped at an inn or bar, the mage always slipped away while everyone was distracted and came back sometime later smelling, at least to Hazel's nose, strongly of sex. Honestly, as if the self-satisfied smile on Beatrice's face whenever she showed back up wasn't enough of a clue. Still, the hunter said nothing about it, since she couldn't deny that the mage had never let them down during a quest. And then there was Shi'miri, the newest addition to their party and not one that any of them knew particularly well. The Draenei woman was the quiet sort, hardly ever speaking unless spoken to. She was 5"8 tall, and her skin and horns were a lovely shade of sky blue. Her hair was black and fell in waves down to the base of her tail, which was poking out of the plain white and gray robe the priestess was wearing, which was long enough to hide her hooves. The Draenei priestess had a figure akin to that of a succubus; all curvy hips, flat stomach, and D-Cup breasts that were perfectly outlined by her robe. The only reason Shi'miri was there, Hazel thought with a hidden grimace, was that the priest who usually worked with them had died while trying to complete a solo quest for some extra coin. Not, she told herself mentally, that the quiet priestess had given them any reason to distrust her - Shi'miri's healing and support spells were top-notch, and they couldn't ask for more than that. Finally, there was her, Hazel Beastheart, a fourth generation hunter, and one she guessed could also be called a beautiful woman. She wore no cosmetics, her full lips almost always pressed into a thin line and her dark brown eyes narrowed in thought or alertness, and her skin was darkly tanned from hours spent in the sun. She was dressed in heavy leather armor, some of it lined with the fur of beasts she'd killed, and none of it especially flattered her figure aside from her strong legs, toned arms, and flat stomach. Her breasts were large, the same as those of the other women in the party, except hers' were a DD-Cup, as she'd discovered when she had covertly measured them one day. Thankfully her jerkin and breastplate helped to conceal just how large they were, she thought in relief, even if they were proportional to her 6"3 standing height. Her pet was the lynx she had named Redfang, and he was an animal she would trust with her life. They had been through many trials and quests together, aiding and rescuing each other, and that wasn't even counting the trouble she had gone through to acquire him in the first place. Lynxes with Redfang's rich red fur roamed almost exclusively in blood elven lands, and she had risked death and worse to tame one for herself. He came up to her waist at the shoulder, and he was over 6 ft. long from snout to tail tip. His razor sharp claws and fangs had saved her life many a time, as her arrows and dagger had saved his. She was jolted out of her thoughts when Bartholomew said abruptly, "It's open. Let's get going before someone notices we're breaking in." Sashia was the one who opened the door and the first one who stepped into the dimly lit hallway that was revealed, though Hazel quickly followed her along with Redfang. The long hallway was only barely lit by some kind of magic orbs that were embedded in the ceiling along it, and Sashia immediately called up an orb of Light around her hand to help light their way. The corridor extended far into the cliff, or so it appeared, Hazel noted, and from where they were all standing, the door silently closing behind them, the hallway branched off in five directions a little further down. They were all cautious and on their guard as they slowly crept down the passageway, approaching where the hallway split off. They could all see the doors that lined the hall along the straight path, but their curiosity demanded that they investigate the others as well to be sure that they got all the treasure they possibly could. "Alright, it appears that here is where we split up," Sashia declared, "You all know what to do: pick a path, follow it down a certain distance, then turn around and come back. We all meet back here where the hall splits, understood?" There were nods all around, even from Shi'miri, and they all silently chose the passage they wanted to explore. Sashia chose the main hallway, to no one's surprise, and Bartholomew chose the first hallway to the left. Beatrice selected the second hallway to the left, and Hazel's instincts told her to choose the first hallway to the right, which left Shi'miri with the second hallway to the right. The priestess didn't object, and so with one last nod to each other, the party split up and set about exploring the passageways that they had chosen. Twilight's Pleasure Ch. 07 Author's Note: Here's the first chapter of the Intruders' Arc. I apologize if I'm out of practice writing sex scenes, but I hope you enjoy my first time writing a gangbang scene! **** The main hallway had continued for quite a distance, Sashia had discovered, lined with several doors that had refused to open no matter how hard she'd pushed or pulled at them. After having cast a Smite on one door, to no effect, she had given up on the first few doors and simply continued walking. The strange glowing orbs embedded in the ceiling at certain intervals provided ample illumination, she'd noted early on, and so she had no trouble seeing where she was going even after dismissing her light orb. From what she could tell - which wasn't much, as architecture wasn't her strong suit - the hallway was carved out of the cliff itself, with no foreign materials used to create the smooth floor or walls. It was actually rather boring, since after the first few doors there didn't seem to be any openings or side passages for quite a distance. The busty paladin was sure that she'd been walking for seven, maybe eight minutes, and she was already considering turning around and going back to where she and her party had split up if she didn't find anything soon. She grimaced at the thought of giving up, especially since the passage didn't seem like it was about to end anytime soon, and the blonde decided to keep going for a few more minutes. After all, it was possible that there was something valuable at the end of the hallway and whoever had put it there was hoping that the long walk would discourage looters, she reasoned, and she was going to prove them wrong. Almost as if summoned by her thoughts, a door appeared to her left as she took two more steps, and this door looked promising, being made of a gleaming metal and showing no signs of rust on the hinges. Sashia smiled, relieved that the Light seemed to have decided to favor her with some luck, and after she cautiously tested the door handle and felt the barrier open a crack, her smile widened. It took some effort to move the heavy weight of the iron door, but Sashia did it, slipping inside once the door was opened enough. The room was darker than the hallway, so she had to blink several times to adjust her vision. Abruptly, the door slammed behind her, causing her to jump and instinctively reach for the mace at her side. Ever so slowly, her hand still clenching the handle of the mace, her racing heartbeat began to slow back down, the adrenaline that the sudden scare had sent coursing through her gradually abating as her eyes further adjusted to the blackness of the room and her fast breathing began to slow. Her breasts heaving beneath her heavy breastplate as she struggled to get her breathing back to normal, she cautiously began looking around, somehow sensing that she wasn't alone in the room. "Hello? If there's anyone there, please answer me." She called, infusing as much authority into her voice as she could...and then she heard something shift in the shadows. It wasn't the sound of a person's clothing or armor shifting as they moved, no, and after a moment of thought on why the noise had sounded so familiar, a look of horror crossed the paladin's face as she finally placed it. She had certainly heard it often enough when she hunted in the Wetlands that it would be familiar - it was the sound of scales rubbing together as a crocolisk or raptor shifted in preparation to pounce. As she looked around cautiously for the source of the sound, out of the darkness appeared two glowing pink orbs, a softly vibrant color that seemed like a sweet balm to her wound nerves. They were eyes, she distantly realized as the orbs came closer, the scale-shifting sound reaching her ears as she looked up into a pair of eyes like pink sapphires. Her muscles unconsciously relaxed, her hand falling from the hilt of her mace as she fell further and further into the depths of those gorgeous eyes. It was like all her fears and worries just melted away and all that mattered anymore was the glowing eyes above her, shining out like beacons of hope in the darkness. Something tugged on her belt, and while still looking into the glowing eyes and without thinking, she unbuckled her belt and let it - along with her weapons - fall to the ground with a clang. After all, why would she need weapons here? There was a soft, blissful smile on her lips, her entire world consumed by the pink sapphire-eyes, and she couldn't even remember why she'd come as a gust of warm, sweet-smelling breath washed over her face. She felt something seize her waist and lift her, dangling limply like a ragdoll, away from her fallen belt, and she didn't care. It could do whatever it wanted with her, as long as she could keep staring into those lovely orbs, and that was exactly what the owner of the eyes did. Sashia was abruptly brought back to herself as she was being lowered to her back on the floor, the eyes that had hypnotized her vanishing for just a moment as whatever-it-was looked away, but that moment was long enough for her senses to come crashing back to her. She realized, a look of sheer horror replacing the bliss on her features, that her boots, pants, and underwear had been removed, as had her shield and the belt holding her mace, and there was something hot and scaly gripping her bare legs tightly. The paladin screamed, thrashing wildly and calling desperately upon the Light to aid her, attempting to cast spell after spell, only to be met with failure. Luckily whatever was holding her hadn't expected its' prey to start struggling, and the grip on her legs loosened enough for her to tear the limbs free. She scrambled back, the sound of many, many scaled creatures in the darkness abruptly registering, and she screamed again as she desperately tried to find her mace. Whatever had bewitched her wasn't the only creature in the room, and she needed all the defenses that she could muster. The loose chainmail of her undershirt stung her round, firm buttocks as she flailed about on the floor in search of a weapon, but she ignored the sensation. What she couldn't ignore, however, was the huge hand that suddenly shackled her left leg, dragging her back just as her fingers brushed the familiar, comforting handle of her weapon. And just like that, ripped away from her one hope, despair crashed down upon the buxom paladin. She sobbed, tears slowly flowing down her face as she mustered the strength for another scream, though she knew it was pointless; with how long she'd walked and how far away the others of her party likely were, there was no way that they would have been able to hear her, let along get to her in time to save her life. This was it, she was going to die at the hands of something she couldn't even see, and with the despair weighing on her chest she would have laid back and accepted that were it not for her pride as a paladin of the Light. And so she kicked and screamed, lashing out with fists and feet as she struggled, and that was when she saw the one, two, three...twelve pairs of glowing pink eyes staring out of the darkness at her. The combined light enabled her to see the red-scaled dragonkin they belonged to, the humanoid drakonid towering over her and the faint pink shine giving her only faint glimpses of the creatures. While she was shocked by the knowledge of what exactly she was trapped with, one of the drakonid grabbed her legs and flipped her over onto her back, another moving between her spread legs to prevent her from closing them. Two more of them moved in to hold down her arms, and she struggled uselessly against the drakonid's superior strength as the one between her legs gripped her hips and lifted her lower body off the ground. Her eyes widened, her blonde hair forming a halo around where her head still rested on the stone floor, and she yelled, "No, please don't!" as she felt something nudge the entrance to her most sacred of places. The drakonid preparing to rape her didn't listen, if it could even understand what she was staying, and the knowledge dawned on Sashia that if she hadn't returned to her senses she likely wouldn't have known or cared what was about to happen. For a moment, she regretted losing the hypnotic effect of the drakonid's gaze, but then the something nudged her again, and her breath caught. The drakonid's cock, for she was sure that was what it was no matter how much she wished it wasn't so, was huge and broad, the head larger than her clenched fist. She screamed in agony, her tears now those of pain, when the drakonid forced the head passed her entrance and into her dry channel. Burning pain radiated out from her pussy, surging through her body and making her feel as though a mage had cast a fireball spell in her vagina. The paladin kicked her legs frantically, trying frantically to pull away from the huge cock just beginning to violate her, but the drakonids pinning her arms held fast as the one between her legs pushed further inside. She was a virgin, but when those next few inches forced their way into her pussy even she knew that the drakonid's cock was different from a human male's. Through the pain, she forced herself to note the differences to distract herself from the agony. Aside from its' size, the drakonid's cock was like a burning brand, leaving her in no doubt that the stories that dragons' blood literally boiled were truth, the scalding heat of it mingling with the pain in her pelvis. It also had very defined ridges down its' sides and smaller ones along the top, she found out after the drakonid shoved another five inches into her virgin cunt, and she wailed at the renewed wave of agony. She felt the dampness of her tears on her face, but her entire focus was now consumed by the pain pounding through her body. Sashia knew exactly when the drakonid became too impatient to continue raping her a few inches at a time, because the beast pulled back slightly, then rammed it's cock all the way into her pussy, tearing through her hymen and pushing passed her cervix all the way into her womb as she screamed. The pain was unimaginable! It was complete agony! She felt moisture running down her ass, and she just knew that it was blood, both from her taken virginity and from her torn inner walls. She couldn't do anything other than scream as the drakonid began to move, pulling out and shoving in, pulling out and shoving in, pounding rhythmically into her tortured cunt. Its' cock's defined ridges rubbed against the walls of her stretched channel, her virgin blood beginning to ease the passage of the drakonid's member. She didn't know how long she screamed, she simply wailed and shrieked until her throat was raw and bleeding, her body awash in agony with the source of it being where she and the drakonid were joined. Lewd slurping, squishing, and slapping sounds filled the room, combining with the hisses beginning to come from the other drakonids as they watched the first violate the paladin. The drakonid raping her had a firm hold on her hips, and it was using that hold to force her pussy to meet its' thrusts as more blood began to slicken her passage in a sick parody of sexual desire. When her throat was too raw to scream, she instead whimpered as she simply let herself go, riding the waves of pain and the ebb and flow of agony. Her bust bounced as much as it could in the tight confines of her breastplate with each powerful thrust, and her tears ran like rivers down her cheeks as she prayed to the Light for an end to her pain...only there was none. The Light didn't answer her prayer, didn't come to her aid as it had so many times before, and she wept with that knowledge. Agony had her firmly in its' grip, as did the drakonid, and all she could do was lay back and take it. She couldn't see anything besides the pink glow of the eyes of the dragonkin surrounding her and the occasional flash of red scales, so she turned her unseeing eyes up towards where she thought the ceiling was. She could hear only the wet slapping and squishing sounds coming from her pussy as her rapist thrust in and out, and more faintly she could hear the eager hissing of the dragonkin surrounding her. She could almost think that they were encouraging the one violating her, but surely that couldn't be so...could it? The thick smell of blood reached Sashia's nose, and she distantly indentified the source as her torn vagina, her nerves singing with the agony coming from her no-longer virgin channel. As though the newest whiff of blood was some sort of signal to her abuser, the drakonid sped up its' thrusts, something she hadn't thought possible. It was now brutally ramming into her vagina, and a soft, pain-filled whimper escaped her as she weakly, instinctively tried to move away from the source of her pain, only to be savagely reminded that her arms were still firmly pinned to the ground. Her mind was consumed with pain, thinking that it couldn't possibly hurt more than it did now, but then she was proven wrong as, with one final thrust, her violator came. A scream of agony was torn from her abused throat as what felt like hot water pulsed directly into her womb, scalding and elevating the pain she was in to whole new heights. The drakonid had come, she realized in the small part of her mind not occupied with this new pain, surely it would let her go now that it had what it wanted. As if hearing her hopeful thought, after a moment her rapist pulled out, drawing a relieved sob from his victim, even as the air stung the exposed walls of her raw pussy. Hot cum trickled out of her passage to form a small puddle beneath her buttocks, though plenty more remained inside her. Her cunt was left gaping open from the fucking that had taken her virginity, but she didn't care as she began to squirm, trying to get the dragonkin holding her arms to release her now that their comrade had taken its' pleasure. They only tightened their grip, and that was when she felt another scaly body move between her splayed legs, much to her horror. Sashia knew this drakonid was a different one than the first, though she didn't know how she knew, and before she could draw another breath the second drakonid sheathed its' cock to the hilt in her ravaged channel. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream as the agony began again, the only blessing being that her pussy had been stretched enough by her first rape that when the second cock entered her it didn't hurt so much. Her back arched in pain, unintentionally shoving her hips up to meet one of the second drakonid's thrusts, and her eyes squeezed shut as she sobbed quietly. Unfortunately, with her eyes closed she never saw another dragonkin's hand approaching until she felt something seize her breastplate - and then rip it off her. Her eyes shot open as her tits bounced, freed from the confines of her breastplate, and her head turned wildly as she tried to see what was happening. And as if galvanized by the sight of her freed tits, the drakonid raping her now sped up its' pace, ramming its' cock in and out of her abused vagina. Renewed waves of pain swamped the paladin, small noises of distress escaping her raw throat in the form of quiet mewls of pain. From the darkness off to her right, a red-scaled hand reached out to grab hold of one golden-skinned breast, curling over the globe and causing the nipple to scrape against the hand's rough palm. Her nipples hardened as another hand joined the first, seizing her other tit and fondling it. She didn't know if both hands belonged to the same creature or not, and she didn't care; whichever one of them the hands belonged to had no concept of gentleness as they squeezed her breasts to the point of pain. The smooth skin of her breasts was being rubbed raw by the scaled palms of the dragonkin. The scales scraped and caught on the soft skin, the claw-tipped fingers pricking at the sides of the large globes of flesh. The pain from the rough handling of her breasts mingled with the burning agony of the cock violating her, threatening to drown her in an ocean of torment. In an attempt to ignore the tearing pain between her legs, she concentrated on the rough handling of her breasts, new tears trickling from the corners of her eyes as the scaled palms rubbed her nipples raw as they cradled her tits. Each thrust of the creature's cock between her thighs caused her body to rock and her tits to bounce, further rubbing them against the palms, and small drops of blood rose from where the clawed fingers came into contact with her soft flesh. When the second drakonid came, spilling its' boiling seed inside her before pulling out, Sashia whimpered as her ravaged pussy throbbed. The entrance to her vagina was wide open; she could feel the cool brush of air on her torn inner walls which stung and clenched reflexively at the small pain. Her cunt was bright red, both from the abuse and from the blood still leaking from her passage in a twisted parody of pleasure, and she had little doubt that her breasts were the same color - she could feel warm liquid trickling down over her generous bust from the small cuts made by the drakonid's claws and the raw area around her nipples. Her pussy wasn't empty for long, unfortunately for her, as the third dragonkin stepped up to have its' turn at the violated paladin. Its' huge, ridged cock slid easily into Sashia's blood-slickened passage, the distended opening barely having to stretch to accommodate the new intruder thanks to the attentions of the first two drakonid. As her third rapist began to eagerly pound in and out of her body, Sashia spoke up, her voice weak, "Please...stop...please...I beg of you..." she pleaded, knowing it was useless but trying anyway. As she had expected, the drakonid ignored her plea, leaving the ravished blonde unable to do anything but whimper as the third of a dozen drakonid had its' way with her. Loud, sickening slurping and squelching noises filled the room, a counterpoint to the excited hissing of the humanoids around her, as the third, then the fourth and fifth, dragonkin added their cum to the large amount already inside the paladin. It honestly felt as though they were continually pouring boiling water into her womb, and she mewled in pain as she somehow managed to shed yet more tears at the agony. Eventually the one grasping her breasts let go, likely so that it could take its' turn, but it was one small relief in a world of agony. Once, after the sixth had come and pulled out, Sashia attempted to feebly close her legs, but the seventh dragonkin simply yanked her legs apart and shoved its' cock into her ravaged pussy without so much as a pause, leaving the paladin unable to do anything but sob. Each of the drakonid took a turn at Sashia, driving their members deep into her abused cunt and spilling their burning seed deep inside her. The busty woman honestly thought that she would go mad from the pain before, finally, the twelfth drakonid hissed and added its' seed to that of its' kin. She moaned in relief, believing the torture to be over as it stepped back, the pink glows from a myriad of eyes enabling her to see, faintly, the slightly rounded shape of her belly. The dragonkin had filled her with so much of their cum that it had caused her stomach to swell, despite how much of their cum flowed out when they withdrew so another of their number could fuck her. Vaginal blood and drakonid cum mingled together, creating a light pink color as both flowed from her ravaged passage and pooled beneath her body. Every breath and twitch of her muscles was agony, and a soft keen rose from her throat as the final dragonkin pulled out, leaving trails of boiling hot seed in its' wake. Her blue eyes closed in relief, welcoming the respite from the pain of her inhuman gang-rape, but they shot open a minute later when she felt the broad head of a drakonid cock gently brush against her entrance. It was the first dragonkin, the one that had taken her virginity and started off her torment, and she whimpered brokenly when it slammed its' phallus into her stretched pussy. The cycle started over again but finally, after the fourth drakonid had had its' turn a second time, merciful blackness rose up and claimed the ravished woman, dragging her down into blissful unconsciousness. Twilight's Pleasure Ch. 07 The drakonids ignored the fact that their victim was no longer conscious, merely hissing eagerly as each awaited their next turn with the paladin's nubile form. And so the monstrous gangbang carried on, each drakonid eager to sate the ache in their loins.