Chapter Fourteen
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"It really looks good on you Lesandra, you should really wear it often," the suggestion of Shandris makes Death smile as she twirls herself in front of the mirror. Believe it or not, Death has always been a prideful being no matter what avatar he or she might take. Always expecting the best and trying to be the best even on the simplest of terms. Good example of course is his bedding of Ysera. (He at that time) could have used any of the females of the Green Dragon Flight to be the mother of his heirs, but of course, the best is just their queen.
Right now however Death finds herself preening as she examines on the mirror the revealing gown that she is to wear for the Festival of the Stars. Celebrated once every century, it is a Night Elf festival where the Kaldorei gathers all around to the Temple of Elune at Ashenvale to celebrate the turn of another hundred years. It is a time of companionship and letting go as everyone reconnects with one another, be they friends or family. Of course being the newly crowned Champion of Elune, Death in her elven form has one of the seats at the high table. The fact of course that everyone likes her is just an added bonus.
"Indeed, I do find myself quite attached to this dress now," Death smiles as she let her eyes rake her form. The dress, if dress it can be called can only be referred as scandalous even in the politest terms. Kaldorei after all does not understand the term "propriety" when it comes on their attires and Death would settle for nothing but the best.
Currently she is wearing a white dress that is completely strapless and lacking any kind of material at the back showing off plenty of her skin while the dress hugs her figure like a second skin before flaring around her waist and covering her legs. A long cut is at the side of the dress from waist to her ankle on the left side showing a good view of her slender legs covered in translucent stockings of the purest white. High heels made of glass adorns her small feet. The feature however that would draw most eyes is the cut down the chest. It goes all the way to just above the waist while the dress itself then becomes unique in design. The two sides thinning spiral around her breasts before stopping after barely covering her nipples showing off a hell of a lot of flesh between each spiral. She has to admit that if she walks like this in her former life at the twenty-first century down the streets, a lot of people would die of blood loss from the nose. Even in Kaldorei standards, the dress is plain and simple provocative.
"I see," Shandris simply smiles making Death smirk inwardly as she notices the Sentinel commandant try hard not to let her eyes wander from Lesandra's face to the rather unique design of her dress at her bosom. Shandris might have graced her bed countless times, but the Sentinel Commandant always retains that shy and unsure attitude before sex each time. Death simply finds it adorable.
As for Shandris, Death has to admit that the Sentinel Commandant have come up trumps when it comes to her own dress. Unlike hers, Shandris' attire is more modest despite also having a seat at the High Table. Her skirt is a traditional Kaldorei design with green and dark violet colors, however the top like all Kaldorei attires is revealing. A thick bra design with no straps at her chest would be the most accurate to describe it. Death has no idea how it clings to Shandris' body but she isn't complaining. The Sentinel Commandant also have taken extra dips on the Moon wells giving her body an ethereal glow and she has groomed herself. All in all, she looks really beautiful.
"You know….we have a little time to spare before the festival," Death says with a suggestive tone making Shandris look at her with surprise. They have been together enough that her prize is becoming familiar with some of her quirks.
"Now?" asks the Sentinel Command incredulously at her even though Death's hands have now snaked towards her hips tracing the familiar curves and muscle before slipping past the breast covers of the Night Elf, massaging the soft beautiful globes.
"You look irresistible Shandris," whispers Death as she pushes the Night Elf to the end of the wall, making sure to nip the sensitive side of the Sentine's ear taking great delight at her shivering response. She only smiles as she feels Shandris' hands wander over her too, one going to her rather delectable dierrie and another to her left breast, tracing the marshmallow flesh caught between each spiral of fabric.
"We are going to be late Lesandra," whispers the Sentinel Commandant even as Death pinches the sensitive nubs at the end of her breasts.
"Oh my prim and proper prize, always worrying," Death only laughs letting go of biting and licking Shandris' ears, pulling away before pressing their chests forward smashing them together making her and Shandris moan as their nipples rubbed each other, their hands trapped between mountains of soft flesh.
Looking at the red and panting face of Shandris in front of her, Death only smiles slyly at the wanting look that the Night Elf is trying to control. She looks really adorable right now. Beneath all that hard exterior is a fiery maiden just wanting to be taken. She has witnessed it more than once already at their bed.
Making sure that her free hand wanders down beneath the skirt of Shandris, Death makes sure that her hand is just touching the right spot before smashing her lips with that of her prize.
They really are going to be late tonight.
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Tyrande simply raised an eyebrow as she beheld the two twins take their seats on the High Table of the Temple of Elune. She doesn't miss the slightly gooey grins the two are sporting, not to mention the slight limp on the way they walk. It doesn't take a genius to know what the two have been up to.
The fact of course that the twins are in a relationship is not a surprise anymore for everyone. The two's trysts are rather "loud" when they get all hands on with one another. Normally such an incestuous affair is taboo. However with Lesandra's status as Champion of Elune, everyone is more than happy to turn a blind eye about it. If the goddess after all has no problem about it, then it is okay in the eyes of everyone.
As it is the High Priestess of Elune focuses her attention to the congregation gathering in front of her. As usual nearly everyone is here for the Feast and Tyrande has to admit that this feast is a little different from the previous ones. Kaldorei of course with different unique dresses are present, however unlike before where they only gather under the names of their houses or families, now nearly everyone is intermingled as everyone tries to get to know one another due to the creation of the Paths. Chattering is everywhere and there is a sense of purpose not seen before.
They are not also alone.
Standing out the best is of course Cenarius and the dryads accompanying him. It is rare for Cenarius to leave his grove, and rarer to attend feasts. Tyrande can only guess what is in the demigod's head that forces him to be present currently. Next is the large wolf pack of grey wolves under the Black Wolf that have appeared in the past few years. Said wolf is of course being petted by the two young Sentinels Arko'Narin and Leyla. Next are the three male green dragons who now looks at home as they entertained their servers with any tales that comes out of their mouths. Apparently after the "field trip" that Lesandra brought the three into, they (mostly the twins) have been rather well-mannered and behaved. The most intriguing group however are the High Elves that are trying and failing to be inconspicuous at the right side of the gathering.
It has been two years since Lesandra brought them here. It is one of the Champion of Elune's more…..unpopular decision and one that everyone is not so happy about. The feud between the Highborne, the ancestors of these High Elves before and the Kaldorei are not so easily forgotten after all. Some of the Night Elves are as old as her and remember all too well the War of the Ancients and the Highborne's treachery. It is only their respect for Lesandra as Champion of Elune and her plea for them to have a sense of morality explaining to everyone that these High Elves have been abandoned by their people and are looking for a place to call home. Thankfully their numbers are less than two hundred and that gives them leeway in terms of numbers at least. The fact that most of them are women and children looking extremely defenseless probably swayed also a lot of hearts. In the end they are allowed to settle on the Western shores of Darkshore to rebuild their lives. It is a slow process but word has got out that they at least are settling themselves peacefully with the locals having little to no problem about it.
The sound of a conch horn blowing brought Tyrande out of her thoughts as she smiles at the sound. The Feast of the Stars is about to start. Smiling, she stands straight making the area silent with a small hush as every eye turns to the High Priestess who now strides elegantly to the raised dais at the middle of the Temple. Behind her marched her ever two guards (and sometimes bed-mates) Shalla and Jaelyn (who she has to smirk look terribly nervous as every eye turns to her rather delectable rear) who is holding the sacred items used at every Feast of the Stars.
"My people," Tyrande's voice echoed with magic as she addresses the clearing letting her be heard by every year "And guests," she added as an afterthought. "Tonight we celebrate this centuries' annual Feast of the Stars. Once more the moon goddess have graced us greatly for a chance to live another century. Tonight we remember her gift as we celebrate with one another," raising her hands Tyrande lets Shalla and Jaelyn attach small chains with moon symbols on her fingers. Putting them together, she lets magic fill the air as she creates a silver owl that then flies off in circles around the temple.
"The wings of the night flies, I declare this Feast of the Stars to a grand new start. Everyone, enjoy Elune's grace!" declares Tyrande with a bow making the entire crowd cheer as the High Priestess once more retakes her seat on the High Table.
Already the start of the Feast is on to a great new start. There is food everywhere and the long preserved casks of Darnassian wine are shared as everyone starts enjoying themselves. Greens and meat are everywhere and laughter is in total abundance. Already the Kaldorei are starting to enjoy themselves as everyone fells to their nature slowly as they ingested more wine and slowly reverts to their original nature; wild, feral and beautiful. Tyrande guessed that it would not take long before her sisters would become handsy with one another. Already eyes are starting to search about who would be their targets for tonight. Most of all landed on four people, basically herself, Jaelyn (or more importantly her ass), Lesandra (everyone loves her), and her twin Shandris (since she looks almost like Lesandra, good enough for a replacement if her twin's "busy").
As she takes another drink, Tyrande can only sigh, it would be one wild night.
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"Don't you think that they have already too much wine?" asks Vereesa wincing as another Night Elf fell from a tree branch giggling like a little girl, her dress bunched up way past her knees as she rolls on the ground while her friends laugh as they share another round of Darnassian wine among themselves.
For Severus though, he only sighs as he takes a drink elegantly from his cup. If there's one thing he learned about being a part of Quel'Dorei society, it's appreciating good wine. Quel'Dorei love formal events. Something that is the complete opposite of the Kaldorei celebration that they are attending right now.
If he is being honest with himself, it might be less of a celebration and a feast, more like a wild party as Kaldorei frolic back and forth among themselves either drunk or simply having too much fun. Something that scare the Quel'Dorei as they try to bunch up among themselves to avoid being the victim of one of the Night Elven "games". Said games of course mostly involves drinking contests, arm wrestling, loud debates, comparing each others' bust sizes, and weirdest of all, trying to find out who is the best of kisser. Privacy apparently aren't high on the Kaldorei's list of priorities as he more than once saw too engrossed Kaldorei trying to have a go on the safety of the bushes. As it is he simply smiles as another unfortunate member of Windrunner Spire is dragged off to be an arbitrary judge for a "who is prettiest contest". The poor female elf are gouging the ground as she is dragged to the judgement seat for her decision. It would have been okay if not for the Night Elves making grudges on the judges when they are not the ones chosen. The poor bloke before is nearly drowned in Darnassian wine before her fellows rescued her.
Despite the wildness, Snape can only smile at the net of safety that the Quel'Dorei's have right now. Quel'Thalas may have been destroyed and the Sun well lost with the Legion's coming (his spy wards left behind told him as much), but the High Elves of Windrunner Spire have survived along with his Alleria and Vereesa with his son, Liliander. Raising a cup to the stars, Snape simply smiles as he looks at the brightest of the stars remembering the wife he buried on this land.
"I wish you are here Sylvie, your sacrifice is not in vain,"
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"No, no please not again! Please let me go!" Jaelyn's panicked sobs echo on the small private grove that belongs to no one else but the High Priestess herself.
"Do you think we should continue? I'm almost sorry to see it wrecked again," the voice of Shalla, her sister-in-arms almost makes Jaelyn hope that her captors won't do what she thinks they are going to do. She has tried her best to remain inconspicuous but before she knows it, she is caught without warning, tied up and now is lying face first on the ground with her ass high above the air.
"Are you crazy? She would run again if we let her go? Don't worry, I would be able to repair her once this is all over," the voice of the Chosen of Elune makes Jaelyn's heart sank as she hears the positive murmurs of the rest of the ones that gather now testing her rear with their hands and fingers. Slender hands mold the soft flesh there and more than one unwelcome finger enters her rectum making the familiar churning in her stomach appear at the intrusions.
She tries to crane her head and what she sees doesn't improve her confidence. Gathered in a U-shape looking at her beautiful ass is Tyrande, Lesandra, Shandris, and Shalla who looked feral as they eye their prize with excitement.
Normally Jaelyn won't have a problem having sex. She expected it with the Festival of the Stars, however there is four of them, all with voracious appetites and they only have one target, her beautiful ass. She would be a wreck tomorrow if they continue what they are doing.
"Alright then, who would go first?" the familiar voice of Tyrande makes Shandris shiver as something cold, large and big suddenly enters her ass without warning making Shandris howl to the night as the relentless in and out on her ass starts. The fact that there is no foreplay involved makes the fucking really unpleasant.
She is still halfway through her scream when another one is forced out of her lips as someone suddenly bit her left arse cheek, the fat flesh yielding on the love bite. Her right arse suffers the same and Shandris can do nothing but pound the ground as the four of them alternates biting and sucking the moldy flesh even while the relentless pounding of her rectum continues.
Jaelyn has to admit that the four are very good lovers. The alternate between the pleasure and the pain almost drives her crazy as the alternated kissing, sucking, biting and licking her wonderful ass. More than once her eyes rolled atop her head as she came on high. Already she is starting as usual to enjoy their minstrations despite her ass screaming as they put things that tests the limits of her arse to the maximum. What things, Jaelyn doesn't want to know.
As it is she tries to enjoy herself even as the relentless alarm bells to her ass continues. Tyrande and Lesandra have alternated on claiming her lips and sex with gusto while Shandris fondles her breasts beneath her and occasionally biting her tapered ears. Lesandra however is having the time of her life as she have Jaelyn's ass all to herself. They would alternate throughout the night giving the poor Sentinel no rest as she is the main course.
Come morning at the end of the Festival of the Stars, Jaelyn is sure that her ass would be wide open as she wakes up still feeling whoever it is fist still buried on her rear entrance.
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AN: So that's another chapter. Now that we're done fooling around. Now we come to the war on the Night Elves' doorstep next chapter. I did not forgot Illidan, he'll be here later. As for Malfurion, he is dead remember? He died alongside the Druids thanks to Snape.
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