A hush had fallen over Azeroth since the Legion struck again. All across Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms, able-bodied soldiers and volunteers were rushing to invasion points to attempt stemming the flow of demons pouring into their world. But when one point was taken, another popped up. Death was frequent, it was expected, and it was taking its toll on the people of this world. That is why, veiled in the shadows of Murder Row, tucked into a dark (yet lavish) basement in Silvermoon's more...questionable district, Sindara's business was growing.
Sindara Sunsong, known better as "Sultry Sindara," was one of the most business-savvy Blood Elves to populate Silvermoon City. Since the breaking of the Sunwell, her tavern has established itself as the most sought-after place of refuge within the marble walls. When darkness crept into the heart of the Sin'dorei, she welcomed them with open arms and gave them a place to soothe their souls. Usually, that mean her large chest - or the ample chests of her very well-endowed staff.
Sindara's Sanctum was seeing a great deal more business lately. Silvermoon was just a simple portal away from Undercity, so those fighting the invasions that plagued Hillsbrad especially were always popping by. Familiar faces found their way back with at least one new scar or bruise, and some faces only ever appeared once...still, despite the gloom outside, the Sanctum always maintained its familiar, comfortable ambience. The dim glow of arcane lamps and candles, the scent of sweat and incense, glasses clinking cheerfully, and one soft, sharp note of tension in the air...this was Sindara's home and her stage. But it was quickly becoming home to many others, as well - it had attracted the attention of Blood Elves and the other Horde races alike - tonight, there was even a pandaren and a tuskarr in the audience tonight!
Full, painted red lips curled into a smirk. Time for a show.
The lights in Sindara's Sanctum, as it was named, went completely dark and a hush fell over the audience. One by one, following the rhythm set by a velvety, enchanted cello, candles began to light themselves and orbs of light began popping into the air, but only around the stage. Bit by bit, Sindara's body was brought to light. A glimpse of a full breast, her trademark smirk - a slender hand sliding down her stomach to trace the line of a golden chain that draped over her smooth, pink sex. As the stage came into light, she grinned, biting her lip as she watched her audience hanging on her every move with bated breath.
The elven woman was dressed in something a little more glamourous than her usual attire. No corsets, this time, or silks. Instead, she was barefoot and covered in nothing more than a sheer, lavender robe and a few thin, golden chains strung about her waist and chest to artfully dangle red jewels over her nipples, her pussy, her ass. You could see the glint of gold and gems underneath the shimmering robe she had tied around her very generous curves. The music was slow, soft, and inviting, and she swayed to it tauntingly, catching the eyes of her favourite boys and girls in the audience while she traced her body with hands. The moment she grabbed her chest, she saw one of her favourite boys in the audience turn cherry red, and that was how she would choose her victim tonight. As the cello softened, Sindara's red lips parted in smoky song. A lyrical stream of Thalassian poured into the room, the lyrics full of promises of pleasure and paradise. As the elf stepped slowly, slowly towards the edge of the stage and locked eyes with her blushing boy, her song grew quiet and sultry.
He was a hunter, skilled with a bow and a natural talent for winning the hearts of wild beasts. There were years of battle on his shoulders, and a fresh cut on his chest that was just visible above the neck of his tunic. Poor thing. Sindara's sensual voice purred with promises of biting into juicy, succulent fruit as she grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together, jewels slipping to the side to reveal glimpses of bare nipple. The red-haired elf always had been rather on the buxom side, and she enjoyed watching her little hunter's jaw drop as her breasts all but spilled out between her fingers.
Another smirk. Her singing paused and the enchanted cello took its solo as the sultry elf smirked and asked her target softly, "Do you like that?"
He gulped.
She laughed, full of sunlight and cheer, and danced nimbly over to stand atop the table where he and his friends were sitting. They cheered, and he gulped again. Such a sweet, muscular thing he was.
"No?" she pouted, dropping onto her knees so her gilded chest was eye level with him. Thin, feminine fingers traced their way through his black hair, over the length of a pointed ear, then gently pressed on the back of his head to pull him forwards. She sang again in Thalassian, "Take a bite, take a bite," and he did, causing her to gasp. She leaned forward and flicked her tongue over his ear, whispering to him, "Would you be my co-star tonight, my sweet?"
She wanted him. Normally, she would dance and dance until inevitably she would invite a man or woman on stage to finish the show. Sometimes she would choose her partner in crime through a drinking contest, or by giving every patron a coloured paper airplane to aim for her cleavage (whoever gets the first plane in comes on stage). Tonight, however, was one of those rare occasions where she played no games, but instead saw something she wanted a taste of. Tonight was not just a night of light-hearted debauchery, but a sexy treat for the elven entrepreneur who worked so hard to please her patrons. Hopefully, the treat would get her nice and hot, and would inspired her customers to retire to bed together and take solace in each others' bodies as deeply and freely as she would with her tasty morsel tonight.
Her boy, Val'en was his name, said nothing, but grabbed her hand and allowed himself to be dragged on stage. He seemed the shy sort, very quiet with this sense of brooding about him. Curled up tight inside like a flower refusing to bloom. Sindara, though - she would change that. She pulled him up onto her stage and stood him ip to face the audience. She could feel the tension, the nerves in his shoulders, so with a wave of her hand the candles floating around his face went out with a puff of smoke. That seemed to calm him down, and she felt him relax as she pressed her soft form up against his back, her hands trailing up his chest to find the lacings of his tunic.
She started unlacing the shirt, pulling at the string teasingly until she had plucked it free. She pulled the tunic over his head, then gently placed the string over his neck and slowly, so painfully slowly, began to pull. She never pulled hard enough to cut off his air - just enough to pull his neck close to her mouth so she could get a sweet bite of his skin. She sucked, licked, and teased until his mouth parted in a moan. Then she dropped the string and stepped in front of his shirtless, muscled body.
Sindara's song picked up again, a song of fire and lips and meeting in dark corners. She lifted her hands to tousle her hair and free it from the tight bun she had pinned in place. Long, ruby-red locks tumbled free and fell over her back and chest, and she turned her head to the side. Catching Val'en's eyes, she said to him in song, "Your turn."
She could feel him hesitating, so she took the lead again. Reaching her arms behind her to hold his neck, Sindara draped herself on Val'en, raking her fingers through his thick hair. Her body followed the music, hips swaying as her backside rubbed tantalizingly against her hunter's groin, until she could feel his thirst awaken. A thick, hard pressure grew against her ass, and in a few swift seconds the hunter's calloused hands ripped her robe right off. The curvy elf was smirking again - she had chosen well. His quiet, rash nature would play well against her teasing showmanship.
Standing before her audience in nothing more than thin ropes of gold chains and artfully placed gems, Sindara let out a little purr of pleasure, arching her back and grinding against Val'en's twitching erection. He grabbed her breasts and began sucking on her neck, squeezing her nipples between his fingers while he rubbed his cock up against her.
Well, she thought to herself, it didn't take long to chase away his shyness after all.
But she could hardly be surprised. Val'en spent every free night that he had since the invasions began in her bar, staring at her shows with an innocent sort of wonder. She had no doubt that he had never tasted the kind of sex she had to offer. The kind of sex that wasn't meant for soulmates, but for those who loved openly and unashamedly. Her sex was celebratory, to be had and shared as often as possible, and she wanted to let him drink this type of pleasure deeply. Such a sweet thing - he would learn how to indulge himself on her stage, tonight, while her audience loosened their collars and reached to kiss whoever sat beside them deeply and hungrily. And of course they would do just that - why else come to a pleasure palace, if you had no desire to explore the bodies of the like-minded soul you sat beside?
Val'en's cock was so hard and so hot now that it was straining against the lacing of his pants. Sindara turned and squat down low, back arched and ass pointed perikly towards the audience. When she dropped to her knees, she grabbed the hunter's hands and held them tightly behind his back - she never allowed a man to grab her head once she began to lick his cock. And lick his cock she did. She traced her tongue over the line of his bulging dick, the leather of his pants surprisingly supple and pleasurable to taste. His breath rattled with pleasure and despite trying to keep his composure, Sindara's playtoy hissed with tension when she began sucking his cock through his pants. Harder she sucked, little moans escaping her as she smeared red lipstick over the crotch of his trousers, until he began struggling to free his hands from her grip. Naughty, naughty. She pulled his wrists down until he was leaning backwards uncomfortably, then swiftly, with one motion (that simply had to have been aided by magic), unlaced his pants with her teeth. Only then did she release him, but only so she could step lightly behind him and drop his pants onto the stage.
"Step out," she firmly commanded, and he did, then kicked his pants to the side. Her bright, blue eyes gazed around the audience, and spotted a troll with his dick in his hand under the table. She threw him a wink and saw him squeeze his cock tight. Good.
With a snap of her fingers, Sindara summoned a lavish lounging couch on stage with a whirl of magic and shoved her little plaything back, the glow of candlelight flickering over the purple, twitching shaft of his cock. She hadn't seen a man so hard and so hungry for her in quite some time...how very, very delightful.
Now the real show would begin. The curvaceous elf walked around to the back of the lounging couch, then stood over Val'ens head and slid her right hand down towards her groin and slipped her fingers in. She stood, stance wide, and spread her pussy for her little plaything to see. The men in the audience leaned forward, and Sindara began massaging a breast with her free hand.
"No," she commanded when she saw Val'en reach for his cock. He froze, unsure, and she dropped to her knees again. Her pussy was in his face and her breasts on his cock. Holding herself up on one elbow, she squeezed her tits around his shaft and immediately he started fucking them. But Sindara wouldn't go without, either. After all, with her soft pussy dripping for him, how could the elven hunter resist? Val'en first began to taste, hesitantly, with his tongue. Then he let go of his nerves completely. A shriek of pleasure left the buxom elf's lips as he began to suck on her clit. First gently, then hard. Never for too long - the moment her moans grew louder, he would stop. He'd go a little longer each time, until eventually she cried out and her pussy soaked his face.
"Fuck him!" one of her girls on staff called out, and the audience cheered alongside her.
So she crawled away from his deep kiss and gently rested her pussy against the head of his cock. He was about to feel the sweetest agony of his life.
Slowly, she dropped her hips, taking in just the tip of his cock. Then she would lift herself and drop down again, taking the tiniest bit more. Gently, slowly, she repeated this. For him, it must have felt like an eternity. She teased him over and over, until finally, when he was squirming and grabbing her hips so hard she knew she would bruise, she thrust her pussy down and took his full cock.
They both gasped in pleasure when she sat down on his dick- and for Sindara was was a slight note of pain. He was huge - one of the most girthy men she had ever taken, and she had certainly fucked more than just elves in her lifetime. Now even her hunger was growing beyond her control. Her body was hot, her chest and cheeks flushed as she rocked her hips and moved in circles to take his dick as hard and as wildly as she could. Harder, faster she fucked him, his hands pulling her down to make sure he shoved his cock as deep into her as he could manage.
It wasn't enough. The gems in her skimpy number were flying wildly around, baring her breasts as they jumped with every thrust. Trails of sweat were dripping down her neck, her tits, her thighs. The harder Val'en pulled her against his cock, the more desperately she began to moan.
The audience was tense. It was rare for Sindara to cry out in pleasure, but she could no longer keep her composure. There were no smirking, teasing thrusts any more. There was no more teasing at all. She was fucking this elf like an animal, grinding down hard on his cock. She was even rubbing her clit, hard and fast, until he pulled her hand away and began to squeeze it. Not roughly enough to be painful, but enough to pull a pleasured shriek from the buxom elf. First he squeezed, then he pulled on her. Then he had her sucking his fingers so he could rub her clit hard while he fucked her.
Brief moments of clarity made their way through a haze of sex, and Sindara found herself watching her audience, locking eyes with familiar faces while she hauled on her tits in hot bliss. She saw hands making their way below the tables, as strangers pleasured themselves and each other. She saw her sweet girls carrying mugs of ale to their new, pandaren guest just to bare their tits and pour the drink down over them. His large tongue lapped up every dropped as one slip of a girl, Tethriel, jumped into his lap and let him explore her body as he pleased. Partners were finding each other and slipping into dark corners or into the rooms they had booked. Some of the guests were fucking her girls over the tables - the tension had broken and the fucking had begun.
Sindara was stolen from her thoughts by a deep thrust of Val'en's cock. She cried in pleasure, then he grabbed her by her tits and pulled her backwards off of his dick. He moved around on top of her and pulled her ass up against him, rubbing his head down over her tight ass and pussy until he shoved it in her again. With her face against the pillow, Val'en started fucking her from behind, until he pulled out again and pulled her up, tight against his body, and held her.
"I," he panted, "I've wanted this...you, for a long time. Before the Sanctum. Before the shows. I saw you fight when the scourge fell on the Sunwell, and I've never seen anyone more radiant-"
She twisted around and kissed him, hard.
"How very sweet a thing to say," she whispered, "Follow me."
So she led him, away from the crowd, up a flight of stairs to an elegant set of double doors, and pulled him into her bedchambers. When the doors shut, he pushed her up against them, lifting her up to wrap her legs around his back. This time, the fucking was different. He pushed his cock deep into her and held it there, kissing her neck and her breasts around the rubies that covered her nipples. He pressed his face into her chest, above her tits, and gave her one big thrust again.
"I thought I could just fuck you," he growled, carrying her over to the large, four-poster bed. The canopy above it shimmered with flecks of arcane magic - it looked like starlight, "But I can't."
He laid her gently on the bed, then climbed on top of her, pushing her red hair to the side to peer into her glowing, blue eyes. Sindara was wide-eyed, silent, "I won't be fool enough to say I've loved you since I laid eyes on you."
He kissed her neck, drank in the scent of her flesh, "But I'm in awe of you. I'm sure you remember my face, but I doubt you remember me. I've run into you so many times in this city."
He slid his cock into her again, and she couldn't hold back her long, sweet moan,.
"And when I do, every time it's like I've thrown open the windows in a room that's been shuttered for years. Fresh air and sunlight rush in."
She grabbed his back and pulled him tight against her. She didn't even have smarmy or sarcastic thoughts at this point, just a need to feel him closer and harder against her. Val'en was kissing her again, harder and deeper as he fucked her. But it didn't feel like enough - they wanted, needed to be closer, and that need kept driving them until finally, Val'en was groaning with every thrust.
Sindara's pussy felt like it was on fire. She was coming, hard, and had reached the point where she normally broke free, but Val'en had completely entranced her. He tried to pull away, but she wouldn't let him.
"I'm going to-" he protested, but she kissed him hard and begged him to cum with her.
That was his limit. Val'en wrapped his arms around her tight and nearly crushed her, crying out and twitching as he came. His dick throbbed with every hot wave of cum, and Sindara felt herself positively gushing. She was gasping for air and squeezing her hunter hard. The two elves clung to each other until they were spent, then stayed tangled up in each other's bodies, panting.
This felt dangerous. Sindara was quiet as her hunter pushed the hair out of her eyes.
It was very dangerous.
In all her thousands of years of life, not once had Sindara fucked anyone so recklessly. Not once had she allowed feelings to get tangled up in her love life.
But here she was, sweaty, spent, and perfectly content - with a flutter in her heart that she could not keep under control.