Chapter 3

The door opened and this gorgeous draenei girl peeked in. “Mistress, we might have found someone ... for you.” she said.

Tyrande smiled at her. She was relatively new here, but her feisty spirit and her loyalty were already dully noted in every report about the common goings on in the House she read. Besides that, she was also really cute.

“Give me fifteen minutes and send him up, will you, love?” she smiled at the girl and walked over to her closet. She knew the girl was still watching her, but she didn’t really care, as she took off her bathrobe, in exchange for a white, laced, see-through negligee, that highlighted the curves of her hips and butt, and effectively put the shapeliness of her firm, large breasts on full display.

She turned around to find the girl still there, staring “How do I look?” she asked with a slight smile.

“A ... amazing, mistress,” said the, blushing “I will send him up in fifteen minutes then.”

As the door behind her closed Tyrande looked out of her window. There she could see the vast gardens of the Emerald House. Some men and women ran around in them, naked and chasing each other, laughing. To be caught meant to be joyful.

Tyrande opened her drawer and pulled out a small flask of oil and a small, metallic butt plug with a ruby gem at the end of it. While she dipped the plug in oil she continued watching people outside. A man caught the fleeing night human girl and to their shared delight, started ravaging her instantly. Only pushing her skirt up as she raised her legs more than willingly.

Tyrande’s hand reached her nethers and she started to slowly massage her sex. She felt its moisture as her arousal rose and her pace quickened. She lay down on her bed and raising her right leg up in the air, she started gently pushing the plug into her pink, tight ass. She felt the muscles tense up as she circled the rim, the anticipation of pleasure already bringing her to the brink of ecstasy as she pushed.

The plug entered her with a soft, wet sound as its oiled surface slid across her yearning flesh. She gasped and shook with the unexpected strength of her climax. She lay there, looking up at the ceiling, feeling the convulsions of her orgasm. She felt the plug in her, she felt as her anus muscles gripped it tightly and she knew, any, even slight movement of it, would cause another wave of pleasure.

Instead, she cleaned herself up (as much as she could, since while having the plug in her, her pussy still yearned for attention) and sat on a chair next to the bed, crossing her legs and waiting for the man, with the strict pose of royalty.

After a few minutes, she heard a gentle knock on the door.

“Come in.” she said, smiling.

The door opened and in stepped a tall, night-elven man. His purplish hair reached just above his broad shoulder. His green eyes scanned the room as he entered, smiling. His leather armor creaked when suddenly his eyes met hers and he stopped. A moment of silence followed.

“Well, close the door behind you, will you?” said Tyrande impatiently.

“Yes ... high priestess I ... this must be a mistake I ... I should go.” the man stumbled over his words as did many, in her presence. She giggled to herself “Just close the door, for now.” she said, her hands resting on her thighs, as she curled and uncurled her toes, seemingly out of boredom.

The man obeyed “This isn’t ... what are you doing in a place like this, priestess?”

“I seek the same thing you do. Why should you be free to pursue pleasure and I not?” Tyrande always enjoyed toying with them a little.

“But I ... I cannot, this isn’t proper.” his words were denying it, but she noticed his eyes scan her body, as the bulge in his pants grew.

“Proper,” she said “Do you want to see proper?”

Tyrande rose from her chair, elegant, only in her laced negligee and she walked over to him, with a sway in her hips. He wanted to flee, but he couldn’t, there was no turning away from that sight. She walked with the calm determination of a panther, ready to jump on defenseless prey.

She stopped so close to him, that he felt her breasts poke his bicep, her breath his the side of his neck as she ran her fingers along his chest. He was taller than her, not by much, just a couple of inches, but his muscular figure told her that he was a fighter of some sort. She recognized the muscle groups rippling under his armor, if she had time, maybe she could even place him in a precise occupation.

“You want to tell me,” she whispered, “That you don’t want this?” And she gently placed his hand on her ass. He was still unmoving, so Tyrande’s right hand started moving downward until she felt his rock-hard cock throbbing underneath her touch. She leaned in and gently kissed him on the neck, biting him slightly.

He inhaled but didn’t pull back. Instead, his hand squeezed Tyrande’s ass. He found her mouth and kissed her, pressing his tongue into her mouth as his second hand reached her waist, and moving up, cupped her breasts.

In one quick motion, she untied his pants and they rolled down around his ankles. Unbuckling his armor, he kicked them away and kissed Tyrande once more, before she escaped his grasp and kneeled down.

She took his cock into her hand and gasped. He was unusually endowed for a night elf. It wasn’t the length, but the girth that surprised her. But she didn’t hesitate, the fire inside her was ablaze now. She grabbed the cock with both of her hands and stroked him gently until a single droplet of moisture gathered at the tip and started falling down.

She caught it on her tongue and followed its trajectory toward the tip of his penis, giving it a gentle lick. She took the tip into her mouth and kissed and sucked it passionately for a moment, before withdrawing to lick his balls. As she did that, she let his cock rest against her face, its girth obscuring her vision as she stroked him occasionally.

When she returned to his cock he was so erect, it looked like he could explode. She sucked him for a while, but never pushed too deep – she did that only on special occasions and today she wanted something more ... peaceful.

Before long she pushed him onto the bed, and spreading her juices all over her nethers she started slowly descending upon his erect manhood. She felt his girth at her gates and gasped as he entered her, stretching her tight pussy with the most delicious, wet sounds she could imagine. His hands reached underneath her negligee and squeezed her breasts, irritating the nipples slightly as she started to move her hips on his cock.

“Oh my ... by Elune this is ... you are ... oh yes, keep pinching me, please ... oh I ... hnnng ... yes ... more ... hnnng!” she pleaded as if any pleading was necessary. Suddenly, as she moved her hips on top of him, she found the perfect angle and felt him hit that perfect spot. A storm of pleasure overtook her, and her moaning fell silent as the whole world fell into a sudden silence, where she held her breath, the pleasure of her climax dimming her vision, before finally drawing breath and letting out a long, joyful scream as she increased her pace once more.