500 Years Pre-Sundering

On the one hand, I was, at first, not sure why Azshara arranged for me to go on these little dates with some of the servants. Then I started noticing that many of them had little habits, tiny quirks in body language and speech patterns that even before I was able to taste the faint traces of magic? Yeah, Azshara was one of those women who had some mental gymnastics worthy of an Olympic level event. Plenty of things that she, the princess and soon to be queen couldn't do? Well, if she was mentally riding along and controlling a servant, then it wasn't really her, was it?

You know, so long as I did not mention it or call her out on the logic being a little twisty. Because this allowed her to have her fun, play dress up with the servants (she actually had a few that she kept around entirely for use as dress up dolls), go on some dates and pretend to be more social. Because the thing was, as someone that had known her from shortly after her birth and been by her side ever since? She was at her most happy at a research party, delving into the mysteries of magic.

Still, the things she liked the most when loaning me out to said servants? We went to the trade shows. No seriously, they literally had engineers, enchanters, jewel crafters, tailors, blacksmiths and mystic scribes working on projects in full view of people as they described what they were making, how and why. Describing the steps of the process, from selecting the materials, to developing the designs, to how it was made and the sequence of the enchantments that went into making it. It was surprisingly informative, technical and entertaining as the professionals literally put on a show for those watching.

Granted, one reason for said dates was the fact that in the ancient kaldorei empire, slaves actually got a wage and were able to by their way out. In theory. In practice? Most races died long before they saved up enough to purchase their freedom. But, I was much longer lived than normal and was saving my wages. So, every time it got over a certain amount? Oh, I had a date, where I was expected to buy a trinket or two to show my appreciation, along with something to thank my mistress for the opportunity.

You know, just wanting to make sure that I can't leave her. Without ever actually coming out and saying it, as expressing that kind of thing for a slave, and one belonging to a 'lesser race'? No, she had her pride as I pinned the servant to an out of the way pillar, blocked from the sight and hearing of others as lips locked and tongues danced, one hand slipping beneath her dress to cup a full breast, fingers tweaking a nipple as she moaned into my mouth. Again, a normal date, I detached my lips from hers. "What a naughty little whore."

And yeah, personally did not get the dirty talk, but due to the same mental gymnastics making it so that the body she was riding wasn't really her... please, Azshara was the possessive and jealous type. The first time I had a date in a romantic sexual manner? That was fine. The second? Oh, she liked it in the moment... but then she started to get jealous and possessive. And so I got all sorts of creative punishments to make sure that I did not stray. Which leads to the dirty talk and the fact that I give quick and dirty quickies.

Azshara gets to feel it via the possession spell, and she was able to feel that I was degrading the body she was wearing because it wasn't HER. Frankly, the more I understood her, the less I wished I did at times. Still, as I entered the woman. "Good slut, taking it from a human. Yes, the queens pet, but should I check to make sure that you don't take advantage of the kennels?"

Which gets a shiver, because yeah, accusing her of bestiality? Under the vanity and the ego, Azshara was a kinky bitch.

Queen Azshara (200 BS)

She adjusted the strap, her pet... well, she looked down, finger flicking at the part of him that was not shrunk, shivering as the feeing was transmitted to her. "Now now my pet... you know that I am saving my virginity for someone worthy of me. But..." There was a playful smirk on her face, a pair of her handmaidens watching, her pets shaft throbbing, all the sensations flowing into her, her nectar dousing him as he ground against the cloth preventing him from entering her divine gates. "Well, making use of a sex toy is not losing my virginity, is it?"

She smiled, as she took a deep breath, as she spoke softly, just to him. "And you know that I will not use you on a male, in light of your long service." Truthfully, she was jealous of sharing him. He was HERS, even if he was not worthy. So she had to look for a compromise. And just using her feet to play with him was not enough any more. "But really, you should be grateful I'm willing to let you be something other than living jewelry."

Even if she WAS going to try that some time. It was an interesting possible use of polymorphing magic. Still, she patted his tiny head, as she anchored the illusion in place and spoke up to her handmaidens. "Dears!" She opened her legs and their mouths and eyes opened in shock and lust. "Your queen desires a blowjob!"

And as they rushed over, she could feel each and every sensation as if she had been born with a cock, as she lay back and shivered, all four of them showering HER length with kisses and affection. Now, there was just one important question as she looked them over... which one of them to bury her toy in to the hilt in the first round?

Matt (1,250 AS)

On the one hand, I would not lie and say that she got any less hot after she transformed into a sea monster. On the other hand, as her length twitched inside of me as we cuddled in the bed? I think that those times of using me as a strap-on gave her a kink, and one that she was not hesitant in the least about indulging now that she had a race change. Because she had worked out the spells to not need me to be the actual dildo.

And her only regret about the entire situation was one that I was in no way willing to go for. Because while she didn't want to get knocked up (as I was not worthy)... more than once she had stroked my stomach and sighed that she could not pump a daughter into me. Which yeah, that was a step too far really, as I moved, her hands pulling me close, tentacles around my arms and legs. Because yes, the octopus elf was a cuddler who took a while to wake up. "No. More cuddle."

There were worse life's to have on... five millionth thought.