Chapter 5

The next day, Tyrande was brought a simple breakfast by one of the sentinels, now dressed in a short night shirt and with a black leather collar around her neck. Tyrande couldn’t figure out, if these sentinels were under the influence of some sort of magic, or if indeed they were just like her. Lustful whores through and through.

The woman bowed to Tyrande and left her to eat in peace. As she ate the simple, but hearty meal Tyrande thought about the day ahead of her. What could she expect? What effect had her yesterday’s performance? She didn’t know, but she didn’t feel uneasy. Admedar and his honesty really calmed her anxiousness and she was able to focus. After eating she meditated for a bit, felt the presence of Elune, and her blessing still strong within her as she connected to this ancient source of power.

A familiar warmth spread through her body and she knew, she is not alone in this fight. Besides, she was pretty sure Admedar would much rather free her than continue her captivity anyway, so she felt that maybe she could exert some power over him as well.

She smiled. There were still tricks to play and still a lot of excitement to endure whatever they wished to do with her. On the other hand, yesterday wasn’t so bad. She actually really enjoyed it, if she omitted a few circumstantial details. Maybe she could enjoy whatever it is they wish to do to her now.

But no one came. Lunch was brought in and then supper, but no one came to get her. She heard all the lustful sounds of the sentinels fucking in the inn, but no one came to her. She felt a bit disappointed. When the same scenario repeated the next day, her disappointment turned to lust and the next day to yearning.

On the fifth day, when the sentinel came into her room with breakfast, she was waiting for her. She grabbed the woman by her neck and pushed her against the wall. Once a proud warrior now only let out a soft moan at that and blushed. She would let me do anything I wished, thought Tyrande and for a little moment she imagined what it may be ... but no, she has to focus.

“Tell your mistress, that I wish to speak to her.” she whispered into the sentinel’s ear as she carefully pushed her knee against the woman’s loins.

“Y-yes ... high priestess.” said the sentinel, immediately aroused like the confused, thirsty slut she was. Tyrande scoffed at that lack of discipline and pushed her out of the house. Whatever was about to happen would surely be better, than just waiting here, listening to all the fucking going on inside.

Tyrande was just about ready for some fun herself, but even more than that she wanted to get out, to get into contact with Admedar in hopes of using his allegiance to her benefit.

What followed was surprising even to her depraved wants and expectations.

On the sixth day, just after breakfast, all three sentinels came into the small house she was staying in. All three of them were wearing just simple white shirts, that barely covered their supple bodies with their breasts poking out, visible beneath the thin cloth. They had these black, leather collars and wide smiles and their eyes and faces were glowing with joy. Satisfied sluts.

“The mistress will see you today, high priestess.” one of them said while bowing her head to Tyrande. It was funny, how they behaved towards her, still with all the dignity she would expect from sentinels, yet they were happy being ... whatever they were now.

Tyrande nodded and let them lead her back into the large tavern room. It was almost empty now. No soldiers drank at the bar, no one guarded the entrance. There were just two simple tables in the center of the room. One of them was covered with dark brown cloth, the other empty, waiting for something.

Suddenly she felt two hands grasp her hips, while two more got a hold of her shoulders. Two sets of lips gently kissed her neck as she gasped in surprise. The third sentinel stood before her, smiling “The mistress wanted us to ... make sure you feel seen and happy before you two meet. She was very apologetic about how you were ignored over the past couple of days.” she said approaching Tyrande and placing her hand on her cheek.

Tyrande wore only a simple shirt and a short skirt that she found in the house as no other clothing there would fit her. The brown shirt only barely managed to hide her full bust and the black skirt, that ended above her knees showed just enough to attract lustful stares. She was barefoot, as she spent most of the past six days locked in a small house with nothing to do, but to meditate and try to ignore her lust.

She felt the three women caressing her, gently pulling her shirt up, fumbling with the buttons until finally the shirt opened and she felt their soft touches on her breasts.

She felt them gently rub her nipples, and caress her flat stomach as they continued to kiss her neck. She let out a soft moan and gave herself to their care, standing there leaning into their kisses, grasping a handful of bright-green hair and asking for a real kiss.

The third sentinel meanwhile knelt in front of her and started to slowly move her hand along the curves of her legs and thighs. She ran her long fingernails along the curves of Tyrande’s trained body as she looked into her eyes, promising much, much more.

Tyrande was so starved, that even this soft beginning almost made her cum, but as her breaths started to get shallow, one of the sentinels grabbed her neck and squeezed hard. “Not yet, high priestess, hold that back for a moment.” she whispered before gently biting Tyrande’s ear, sending her into a spiral of joyful moaning.

The women slowly undressed her and pushed her to the ground, into the thick rugs and animal hides that covered it. Tyrande didn’t protest, she only yearned for release and offered her lips to each of the sentinels, as they kissed and sucked each other’s tongues.

Then they started to lick her. At first the neck, after that her breasts. Each one assaulted by a flurry of gentle squeezes and licks and sucking. Tyrande moaned and felt her orgasm approach once more, but mere moments before she would start to tremble, they pulled back delaying her release again.

The third sentinel started gently massaging her feet, offering them for lustful kisses to the other ones as Tyrande lay there, hopelessly lost in her lust and need and yearning, she grasped at the women, squeezing their nimble bodies, enjoying their skin and their musculature with her fingertips.

One of the women returned to her breasts, while the other moved from her feet, along her legs towards her nethers. Tyrande started moving her hips around, offering herself to the woman, as she gently massaged the skin around her yearning pussy.

The last woman stood up and pulling her shirt off, stepped above Tyrande looking down on her. “Would the high priestess want to taste this humble soldier of hers?” she asked pretending to be shy. Tyrande looked up and saw the woman in all her glory. Strong legs, spread open above her head, cute little pussy, ablaze and slick with juices, thin, nimble body with small, perky breasts with large nipples, erect in their arousal. She didn’t say a word, instead, she just opened her mouth and shoved the woman her tongue.

That was answer enough as the sentinel smiled and gently descended, pressing her wet pussy against Tyrande’s mouth as she sat down on her face. Acting on instinct Tyrande’s hands shot up, to grasp the woman’s breasts and as she started massaging them, she also started pushing her tongue into her.

Before long the woman started moving her hips around, closing her eyes and biting her lips as she accepted all that Tyrande’s experienced mouth could offer.

Meanwhile, Tyrande felt the presence of two sentinels between her thighs as they pushed her open and squeezed her thighs forcefully. She wanted to moan but was almost suffocating with the sentinel riding her face.

She felt two mouths kiss her thighs, two fingers circle around her pussy, two different, yet gentle kisses to her overflowing gates. A finger entered her, then another, then lips pressed to her clit and she thought that her head might explode. She pushed her legs up and screamed and moaned, muffled by the other woman.

The woman on top of Tyrande was shaking, with what was surely her third orgasm so far. She let out a long, loud moan and doubled over, slowly retreating from Tyrande’s mouth. She kissed Tyrande on the mouth, a long, lustful, sloppy kiss before she crawled to Tyrande’s nethers and softly bit her inner thigh. The other sentinel took her place and Tyrande happily offered her tongue to her.

As she gave them pleasure, she grew more and more frustrated by the fact, that they gave her none. Each time she approached climax, they halted. She was frustrated now beyond reason and she poured all that frustration into her licking and sucking of the other woman’s pussy.

She may have pushed a bit far because before long the woman’s thighs started trembling and she squealed in these high pitched sounds as she came with Tyrande’s mouth stuck to her pussy. Soon the woman went down and was replaced by the third, clearly the most lustful one.

And still, as she gave pleasure to this warrior, they still gave her none. She focused, grasped the woman’s thighs and using her fingers she reached down and pinched her clit, just as she penetrated her gates with her tired tongue. The woman started shaking almost instantly. Before long, with a loud scream of joy, she pushed herself up and her gates opened. A stream of her liquid orgasm flowed forth and drenched Tyrande’s face and hair in its lust.

That was too much for Tyrande to bear and pushing the three women aside, she pushed her legs up high and entered her yearning, unsatisfied vagina with three of her fingers, while using her other hand to irritate her clit. Almost instantly, after only a couple of furious strokes, her legs started trembling and her body was captured by one of the most violent, lustful and earned orgasms of her life. She screamed and shook and still she continued with her strokes, wanting to bring about the second peak even before the first one was behind her.

Her trembling legs were grasped in the air, her scream of joy was silenced with a kiss and her hands were replaced by a tongue that now truly wished to prolong her delight.

“You are now ready to meet the mistress.” whispered one of the women, as Tyrande’s orgasm slowly faded and they all just rested. Tyrande lay on the ground, with the three women sitting around her. She wished to continue, because this orgasm just opened the gates to her lust, and she now yearned for more, just as she did with the men almost a week ago.

Instead, she was brought to her legs and told to lie down on her back on top of the table. Tyrande thought that she might have some idea of what was about to happen and she eagerly obeyed. Once again she was assaulted by an avalanche of kisses and gentle hands because of which she almost didn’t even notice them pushing her legs up. Moments after that she felt the ropes.

She wasn’t about to ruin her fun by asking questions so she let them, amidst their kisses and caresses, place a red leather ballgag in her mouth and tie her ankles to her hands, as she was now spread open on the table, tied up, gagged and begging to be satisfied.

But once again, instead of the satisfaction she expected, she was left frustrated. The three women, once they were done with their work, stepped aside and sat on their feet, waiting for something.

“Whssts? Plssshg! Fukh me!” Tyrande begged after a while. She was still burning with lust, after her orgasm even more than before and now, tied up like this, it left her even more wanting than before. She was hoping for them to have mercy and fuck her, but deep down she already guessed that that honor was reserved for someone else.

So after about fifteen minutes of useless begging and heavy breathing and trying to break the ropes (this was a part of the game because if she truly wanted to break free, she absolutely could) she capitulated to waiting and just lay there, wide open as she felt her wet arousal slowly drip down from her pussy around her tight asshole down onto the table.

She lost track of time when finally the door opened and in stepped a single cloaked figure. The sentinels bowed their heads and all light seemed to escape the room just as Tyrande wanted to beg to be filled. Instead, she held her breath.

She saw a glimpse of a female form before the figure threw away the cloak. Tyrande saw those familiar, full breasts, those muscular legs, that thin waist, those green, piercing eyes and white hair. Before her dressed in only her white laced panties stood Maiev Shadowsong and smiled. Tyrande smiled too, but in that instant, she felt the other woman grab her face and squeeze it hard. “Do you think this is a happy reunion, whore?” she asked, her stiff nipples gently pushing against Tyrande’s chest as she bent over.