Starting off with smut, skip to the line if you don't wanna read it. Happy Holidays! ^-^
When we arrive at our room, there is a high elf manservant waiting for us. He bows to Lilliandra and opens the door for us, revealing a beautiful, if a bit gaudy, room. Sparkling purple transparent cloth hangs down in several areas, failing completely to hide a princely bed and pillows all around it, as if to accommodate many guests for nocturnal activities. What floor I can see is made of some sort of reflective material which glows from the dimmed red and purple flames of a golden chandelier. To the right of us is a desk with a large mirror and a full body mirror next to it nearly as big as the desk. The furs at its base tell me that it isn't just for making yourself look nice in the morning. The more I look at it, the more it reminds me of a more colorful version of Queen Azshara's favored accommodations. The manservant asks Lilliandra if she needed any of his services. By the look in his eye, I doubt he means traditional servant duties, but Lilliandra doesn't even look at him as she passes. She orders him to leave for the night and bring juice and fruit at sunrise. I can't help but smirk at the look of surprise and frustration on his face as he leaves. Ha!
The moment the door was closed, I saw Lilliandra's shoulders slump. I hear her mutter to herself, but I can't quite hear what she's saying. Finally, she pulls one of the cushions from behind the curtains and pushes it up against a wall. She then begins taking off her robe, revealing linen white undergarments, a small night shirt that is held up by her breasts and panties. I try to look away, but directly across from her are the mirrors, reflecting her backside. She looks at me with annoyance. I know that her nudity doesn't bother her, so it must be my reactions. I can't help it. when I look at her, I remember when she was under the control of the Bleakheart's dark magic, I remember her daughter's teasing. I feel a strong urge to tackle her, to rip the clothing off of her and have my way with her. My heart is beating out of control and I start to panic, feeling movement between my legs.
"Would you stop that!"
I am shocked so much that I lose my balance and fall over. I look to Lilliandra who is looking at me, not with hatred as I expected, but like a disapproving parent, her hands on her hips.
"Ever since Lady Tyrande left you at Moonglade, you've been nothing but a sniveling crybaby. I've never seen such a large, imposing creature so constantly fearful. You're like a bear who thinks it's a rabbit."
She walks over to me then and pokes me on the forehead, giving me a full showing of her cleavage.
"You killed several demons in Felwood, slaughtered all those satyrs, and I heard you even aided the Alliance during the war. Yet at the same time, whenever I look at you, you look ready to jump at the next shadow you see. You're so strong, what are you so afraid of?"
While she isn't angry, her disapproving look scorches my face. Of course, my eyes are darting between her face and cleavage. I know she can see me looking, and that does nothing to help the anxiousness I feel. I've never heard her talk so much.
"I...I'm afraid of myself. I don't always control myself, and it frightens me. I didn't kill those demons, or those satyrs. I didn't attack your daughter. There's a part of me that wants to go wild, to do...lots of things. It's hard to resist it, and when I lose control..."
I'm all too aware that as I'm talking, my member is growing. I feel it start to take its weight and rise as I stare at her bosom, my heart beating in my ears. However, she doesn't move away, and she doesn't stop staring at me with those ice blue eyes. Her hand moves from my head to a shoulder and she lowers a bit so I have to look at her eyes, which seemed to have soften.
"I understand. We Night elves feel all manner of temptation. If we use arcane magic, our bodies change and grow hungry for more. When we take up druidism, we feel the call of the Emerald Dream, but we also feel a darker power, a sort of nightmare, calling us from just out of reach. I have heard that many priests and priestesses also feel a similar call to darkness, they call it a Veil of Shadow over a precious light."
As she talks, her voice slowly becomes more soothing, and I feel the presence of my Mistress trying to comfort me. This surprises me, as I would have thought my perverted Mistress would be trying to encourage my lustful panic. I find myself able to look at her, and though my member is still growing rigid, I no longer hear the deafening drumbeat of my heart in my ears.
"You're a satyr, a kal'dorei fallen prey to dark magic. It changed your body, but you are no less kal'dorei. I see that now. You resist that pull so strongly, even though you look as though it has already taken you."
She smiled then, something I had never seen her do before. Then she moved closer, and embraced me in a hug, pressing my member between us, nearly reaching under her shirt, her breasts softly pressed against my furred chest.
"But in your fear, you've forgotten how powerful you are. You are one of Elune's Chosen. Heed her, and she will not lead you astray. Besides..."
Her other than moved up then, and began rubbing just under the head of my engorged cock. My entire body tensed at her touch. A pang of fear pierces my heart, but she kisses my cheek and it seems to melt away.
"Elune is the Mother Goddess. Sex, and every act of it, isn't corrupt. It is natural and pure. We were told by Tyrande that you had spent thousands of years imprisoned underground. We were concerned that after spending that long being unable to lay with anyone...well it was only a matter of time."
She started to lower herself then, sliding down. With a level of grace I had never before witnessed, her garments came off, revealing her breasts and smooth nethers as she moved, fluid in motion as if she'd perfected it to an art. She stopped at the head of my cock and kissed the tip gently.
"Why do you think I sent my daughter to you? We druids make for wonderful pets."
She took my member into her mouth then. I was already so rigid that she wasn't able to get more than a few inches past my head into her mouth, but she seemed used to dealing with large members. Her tongue danced under my head. I could feel my Mistress aiding her, massaging me with hands like a warm wind on my body. Lilliandra brought her hands to my excess member and began pumping the underside with one hand while the other went to my heavy balls and massaged them. She took her mouth off of my member and licked the underside, gliding it up her face gently.
"I never understood how someone this...big...could be so timid."
She moved up then, pressing her breasts around my member and began drooling as she licked up and down, drenching my cock as it moved between her breasts. Her hands moved to her breasts, mashing them around my cock and massaging her dark purple nipples as her mouth returned to my cock.
I had been silent this entire time save for grunting. I felt so awkward to be handled so expertly after so very long. I was close to shooting my load when we began, but now I was sure she could feel my member preparing itself. Suddenly, I felt my orgasm rising. I grabbed her head with one claw and held myself up with the other. I held her in place as I let out an inhuman roar. My whole bottom half shivered and moved out of control as I was hit with powerful surges of pleasure over and over. I felt cum shoot from my long cock like a cannon, but she pushed herself down on my cock, bulging her neck and taking every drop. It must have only been seconds, but it felt like an eternity before I fell back, my arm giving out.
She slowly pulled herself from my cock and smiled, wiping off her mouth. She rose then, looking down at me as she moved into position above me, guiding my head toward her entrance with one hand, taking my wrist and pressing it to one of her breasts with the other. She smirked devilishly at me and all of the sudden I began to understand. Her daughter was a stronger druid than me...she was ready for everything I was going to do to do. Her mother, the woman above me was an archdruid. As strong as she claimed I was, she was far stronger. Her smile wasn't that of a lover, nor as a parent...but of a master teaching a student.
"Don't hold back, Xalune'dorei. I want to see the full extent of your power."
With that, she began sliding down and I became aware that my position as pet demon couldn't be more accurate.
She moaned deeply, her eyes fluttering as she lowered herself on my cock. I felt resistance all the way down, feeling myself stretch her soaked canal and at the end, I pressed against her uterus, causing a small bulg in her lower belly. She stayed still for several moments, catching her breath before starting to move. Her strength is incredible, slowly spearing herself on my member, propping herself on my chest with one hand while the other massaged her free breast. I watched her hand moved and tried to copy with my own, but my hand is much larger, and ends with claws that scratch at her perfect smooth skin. She encourages me through heavy breathing, asking me to be more rough with my massages, to play more. I am still halted by anxiousness, but I try to obey to the best of my abilities.
With a few more trips up and down my length, she begins to speed up and leans back as she does so, taking to her feet and moving her arms back. She begins yowling with pleasure as she begins picking up the pace. My hands go to her hips instinctively and my legs tremble, wanting to help. Her hand moves to my leg and I can tell she feels it. He smacks me hard on the leg, causing the muscle to move. I thrust upwards on reflex.
"Yes! Stop holding back!" She lifts up and back over, putting her hands on my chest again. She looks me in the eyes and I can see that she's only just begun.
"If you hold back again, I'm kicking you out. Now fuck me!"
I nod and hold her a bit more firmly on her hips and begin thrusting upwards. I am far more clumsy than her, and my thrusting is erratic, but her moaning is encouraging me and I try to find a rhythm.
"Yes! That's it! fuck me harder! Harder! Harder!"
My Mistress shoves me then like a harsh wind and I roll on top of Lilliandra. Her hands immediately move to her breasts and her legs wrap around my waist as I continue thrusting into her as fast and powerfully as I can, jostling her with every thrust. After a few thrusts, she raises her arms around my neck and lifts herself up, pressing her breasts against my head. It is lucky that night elves are so tall. I do not think a human could do that without sacrificing some of my cock.
"Play with my breasts and keep fucking me. You're so good...so big!"
I obey her instructions and take a nipple into my mouth and gently nip at it before opening my mouth a bit wider and sucking in more of her ample tit flesh, playing with it with my tongue. A spark of crimson flashes through my mind and I feel my tongue split down the middle, becoming forked like a snake and I find I have much more control as well. This causes Lilliandra to gasp.
"Oh Goddess! Yes!"
I feel her begin to shudder against me and she clamps down harder on my cock. Liquid begins pouring from her nethers as I continue pounding her. I look up and see her eyes begin to roll back in her head as she continues moaning and howling with pleasure. The slight numbing of my first orgasm is beginning to subside at a terrible time as she is still squeezing my cock and I swear I can taste something sweet on my forked tongue. I am quickly becoming excited again and I can tell Lilliandra knows it.
"Fuck yes...cum! Cum in me! Fill me! Make me yours! Yes!"
I can hold out no longer and I wrap my arms around her as I cum inside her, my second orgasm no less intense. My legs give out, but my hips keep thrusting out of my control as I cum. I quickly fill her and feel her lower belly stretch some before torrents of thick white seed pour from her filled entrance. I hear her let out a gutteral groan and feel her grab my horns as another orgasm rips through her, her legs no longer holding my waist, but outstretched behind us, twitching as mine are. I feel strength leave me completely, so I roll over, letting her lay on my furred chest so as not to crush her. She is still and quiet for several moments, but then she looks up and me and picks herself up. She begins gently moving herself up and down my member, which was starting to soften but now quickly hardens again. My strength is gone, but when I look at her, I can tell that she still has plenty of energy left. I realize once again that I am in the hands of an Archdruid, someone far beyond myself. This was going to be a long night.
For some reason, these lines are kind of hard to see, so i put some bold words in as well just in case.
After a thankfully dreamless sleep, I was awakened by the sound of knocking. I snorted as I awoke and realized something warm had affixed itself to my face. When I tried to open my eyes, I saw nothing, so I reached forward and tried to feel what it was. My hand felt flesh, and I immediately remembered the activities preceding sleep last night. We had eventually fucked ourselves over to the bed and, after yet a few more rounds, fell asleep in afterglow exhaustion. Lady Lilliandra's chest was stuck to my face and her upper body was nestled in my hair between my horns. Her arms were wrapped just over my ears and her legs were wrapped around my chest just under my arms. How the hell she got like that was beyond me, but I get the feeling that moving in one's sleep is normal for druids. After all, when we shift into an animal form, it is easy to mistake that sensation as one of an eventful dream. The knocking continued and I looked up at the sleeping archdruid who was wrapped around my top half.
"My lady...there's someone at the door."
My voice was somewhat muffled as it was obstructed by her generous mounds, but something must have gotten through because I heard her moan and then slowly release me, as if she were dreaming of being some sort of tangled vinework.
" You deal with it, Thero'shan..."
With a yawn and a shiver, she rolled off of my face and curled away from me. Slowly I got up and stretched. The knocks were starting to get faster and I was starting to get annoyed.
"Stop that knocking, we hear you."
I spoke loudly, but I tried not to shout to allow Lilliandra to keep resting. As I reached the door, I realized what she had caused me and paused. Thero'shan, honored student. Did that mean that during our romp she had decided to train me? Or perhaps she was dreaming that I was someone else? I made a mental note to ask her about it later as I opened the door. The elf butler on the other side blinked in surprise, then followed my disheveled fur up to my face and practically leapt back. Strange...he saw me last night with Lilliandra...was I really that much of a mess? The high elf was stammering and stuttering about having brought something, and I see that he did bring basket of fruit and juice that sat next to him. I lowered and picked up the basket and told him quietly that he was too early. I moved slightly and pointed inside. I saw the high elf see the beautiful backside of Archdruid Lilliandra and, while still terrified, I saw part of his fear give way to lust. I wanted to laugh at him. After last night, I'm convinced that Lilliandra would tear this pompous elf into shreds, and that's if he managed to get in bed with her. I turned and closed the door behind me, shutting the elf out. I sat the basket on the table and sighed, moving back toward the bed. I couldn't eat that fruit, but I also couldn't leave to find meat without Lilliandra. If Gazlowe thought that I was some warlock's pet, then he thought Lilliandra my warlock, and I couldn't leave her side. That mistake offered me some small amount of protection that I didn't want to surrender. So I sat down on some cushions and waited.
Lilliandra was awake within the hour, getting up and stumbling over to the fruit without bothering to get clothed. She ate breakfast quietly, without acknowledging me as I watched her silently. After breakfast, she seemed to become more alert, and the icy coldness had returned to her gaze. When she rose, she walked with confidence and shamelessness back to the cushion where she'd thrown her clothes and began getting dressed. Once fully clothed, she looked at me and asked if I was hungry. I obviously was and let her know it, but as she was leaving, I didn't stand all the way up. I got to my knees and cleared my throat to get her attention.
"Pardon me, Lady Lilliandra, but there are a few things I like made clear before we leave...if you don't mind?"
She paused and looked as if she was thinking about it before finally turning around and silently looked at me, as if waiting. I got the feeling I should just go ahead and speak.
"This morning...you called me Thero'shan. Does that mean you're going to train me? It wasn't long ago you told me I shouldn't be trained, that my power corrupted its surroundings."
There was silence for a moment, but then she nodded.
"Yes, your practice in the Moonglade was endangering what little progress we made against the Legion's corruption. But now we are not in the Moonglade We aren't even in our forests anymore, and I was stripped of my rank as Archdruid. Until that changes, and unless we return to a land scarred by the Legion, I see no reason why I cannot train you. Besides, you definitely need it. You have much latent potential, and potential in a druid is more dangerous untrained than when it has been honed, especially in a satyr. In that respect, I believe it for the best that I be the one, as my specialty is in healing, not in causing harm. When we deal with Gazlowe, and certainly when we reach this Stormwind, you shall learn from an Archdruid."
I lowered my head until it nearly touched the floor in a bowing position.
"I look forward to learning from you, Shan'do."
I raised my head and slowly started getting up.
"By the way, are you alright with Gazlowe thinking I'm your pet? I mean, Ratchet is a pretty open minded place, but I'm sure it's the only reason he let a demon like me into town."
Lilliandra rolled her eyes at me and turned around.
"My reputation would have meant nothing to these goblins even if it were still intact. I care not what he thinks, as long as it gets us where we need to go. Now come, we need to find you something to eat. There isn't likely to be any nightsabers or imps here for you to hunt. Try to keep your blood lust in check."
As I rose to follow her, I could hear my other selves arguing in my head about whether we should explain our full situation to our new Shan'do. I personally get the feeling she wouldn't understand or care, but I should at least tell her that last night sated any need our Mistress had. Though she is silent, I can feel her presence, and her satisfaction is beyond any of our murder sprees. Part of me is grateful that our Mistress is not a violent one, but merely has a high expectation of us. I only hope that we are able to live up to those lofty expectations more as we become stronger.