Chapter 6

Maiev Shadowsong rummaged through the many various things carefully placed on the table trying to find the most special one. She wanted to give Tyrande something, she would never forget, something she always wanted to give her, but never truly admitted it. Even now she hid the truth of the act from herself, even now she tried to lie to herself, to pretend that it was an act of hate when in truth, it was an act of longing. Of long ignored ache. She never could be around Tyrande for too long, because it would always come up and she was always confused and scared by it.

By the things she thought about, when they were together, by the things Tyrande roused in her. What scared Maiev the most was, that many, if not most of those things were not only desires of the flesh. Sometimes she felt ... sometimes all she wanted to do was to hug her, to keep her close.

It wasn’t like that at first and this wasn’t the first time she opposed Tyrande, but all those past fights and disagreements were long gone. Most of them were just a product of these confusing, conflicting thoughts, that Maiev never addressed or admitted. Not even to herself.

And then there was the hurt. The flames and the deaths and all that lay broken in the ashes. Maiev was broken too, she knew. But there was no one to mend her, so she decided, that she will mend herself, by taking control. By making sure that nothing like that is ever possible again.

But the thought of getting rid of Tyrande (as some in her council suggested) was too much. Despite her flaws, she was devoted to her people ... and Maiev never let go of her feelings for the woman. She was never good at letting go.

She was truly happy when they found out about the hidden lustful side of Tyrande because she saw a way, in which she could have both. To have power to protect her people, and have Tyrande for her pleasure whenever she wished. But even now, even as she acted on that plan, even as she searched for a device, that would give Tyrande all the pleasure, she could take, in the depths of her mind, she knew, that none of this will give her what she truly needs.

But it was too late now, she could go only forward and face whatever may come when it comes. Speaking of cumming, she thought, here is the beast. And she picked up the device, with a devilish, lustful grin. This was something, she was looking forward to, hoping for, for countless eons and now ... she could finally ... she turned to Tyrande.

Tyrande lay on the table. Her hands tied to her ankles, her nipples clipped and connected with a chain and a thread that twisted around the chain, connecting it to the toes of her feet, that dangled in the air. Her face and hair still wet from the orgasmic squirting of one of the sentinels she licked just minutes ago. Her black, short skirt pushed up and curled, so that it looked like a thin belt around her waist.

She was ready, expectant, yearning as she heard Maiev rummage on the table and the three sentinels breathing heavily with arousal as they say around her on the ground.

Finally, Maiev turned around and Tyrande gasped. In Maiev’s hands was a huge device. A long, thick phallic shape carved out of some sort of emerald green, flexible material, with massive dickheads on both ends. There was a series of leather straps attached to it somewhere around the middle point of the massive thing. The whole device was huge at least ten inches from the tip to the straps in the middle, Tyrande imagined as her pussy would meet Maiev’s in the middle. A little kiss they would share. It may actually happen, and she shook in anticipation.

Long she wanted to hold Maiev in her arms. But there never was an opportunity, as the other woman was always cold to her, avoiding her and even leaving the city to live always somewhere else. It was a source of many nights spent in melancholic thoughts as she always admired the chief warden ... she wished for them to be closer since they shared so many experiences that made them who they were – leaders of their people. But instead, she got this ... punishment. Tyrande knew, that Maiev respected her judgment of Sylvanas, this was not about that, not about revenge. Tyrande saw it in the few times Maiev looked into her eyes. Maiev was broken. Hopeless, without direction and traumatized. So she lashed out ... at Tyrande specifically.

Tyrande felt sorry for her. She felt deep compassion for Maiev, but right now, there was nothing that could be done. She could only stick to her plan, get out of here and find a way to capture Maiev ... and help her.

But there was no point in thinking that far. Right now the only thing on Tyrande’s mind was that huge dildo in Maiev’s hand.

Maiev smiled when she saw Tyrande’s reaction. And she doesn’t know the half of it, she thought as she pulled her soaked panties down, and let Tyrande see her tidy, glistening bush.

Tyrande swallowed at the sight. The puff of white hair glistened with Maiev’s arousal ... oh how she wished she could see it under different circumstances.

Maiev smiled and stepped up to Tyrande, slapping her pussy with the flexible artificial cock. Tyrande gasped at the sound it made against her wetness. Maiev let the cock rest between Tyrande’s thighs as she raised her right leg and began to gently insert the other end into herself.

She braced herself on Tyrande’s thigh as she gasped for air, hopelessly lost in that slick moment when her folds accepted the massive, girthy thing as if it was nothing. She let out a silent scream of joy as only this, only the first of many of tonight’s stimulations caused her to climax as her legs shook gently, her wetness dripped onto the floor and she braced herself against Tyrande, causing her to squeal, since she moved her legs slightly and tugged at the chains clipping her nipples.

“Don’t squeal, whore, or I will give you something to squeal about!” she sneered as she got ahold of herself and gently pushed the device deeper. She almost lost her balance, but she pushed it in enough, that she now could put her leg down (which cause even more delightful shaking) and tie the leather straps around her hips and supple ass, in preparation for what she was about to do with Tyrande.

She felt the device activate within her and smiled.

Tyrande could barely contain her excitement as she watched Maiev cum on just the first few inches of the massive cock. Even the pain in her nipples was a delight as she watched Maiev, in an act of pure heroism push the dildo deeper and deeper, cumming all the way and fighting with every fiber of her being to not moan like she surely wanted to. Until at last, seven inches of emerald green, three-fingers thick cock were in her.

Tyrande saw that Maiev left some space in front of her, just a couple of inches before she would reach the midpoint. She wants us to reach the middle together, thought Tyrande and smiled. Maiev luckily didn’t notice, as she was busy tying the leather straps around her hips. Tyrande thought she knew, what would follow ... how mistaken she was, to her own delight.

Maiev approached, pushing the tip of the massive dildo against Tyrande’s wet gates. Tyrande felt its stiffness, but also its elasticity, as it bent against her tightness, before Maiev, using her fingers, gently pushed it in.

Tyrande’s mouth opened in a silent scream, as she felt the dildo stretch her, her wet folds accepting its girth and length as it slid in. She felt her muscles grip it, unrelenting, yearning for more. And Maiev gave her what she wanted. She braced herself against the table and slowly pushed. As the cock entered Tyrande deeper and deeper, so did the last few inches entered Maiev, until after a brief moment of heavy breathing and soft moaning, their lips indeed met, as the midpoint of the massive cock.

Tyrande felt Maiev’s pussy kiss hers, both of them stretched to their limits, both lost in agonizing ecstasy. She gently thrust her hips upwards, irritating Maiev’s clit and smiled, when she heard the warden squeal in joy.

Before long, after they both grew accustomed to the massive size of the thing, Maiev started thrusting. It was at this moment, that Tyrande realized something different about this device compared to the ones, she used before.

At first, she noticed its slight hum. As if the device came to life and started gently vibrating within her. At the same time, she looked down and saw, that both from her and Maiev, mixed in with their juices, a slimy, green liquid spilled out of their yearning pussies.

The device excreted this liquid as it slid within them, offering not only lubrication (for it was not needed) but also a different sensation. She felt her pussy getting more and more sensitive, with almost every thrust causing a small orgasm. It was an amplifier, her and Maiev’s pleasure grew with each magical drop, that this device pumped into them.

Before long, Tyrande’s eyes rolled back into her head, and she moaned and moaned with the earth-shattering release. Her legs quivered and she kicked up, ripping both of her nipple clasps away, causing both pain and release.

Maiev couldn’t look at that. She jumped up on the table, pushed Tyrande’s legs even further up, braced them against her shoulders and started pumping Tyrande with renewed fervor.

“Oh! By. Elune. Please. Maiev. Please. Use. Me. For. Your. JOY!” screamed Tyrande with every ounce of willpower she had left.

Maiev was trying to keep control over her orgasms, Tyrande saw it in her eyes, but with every new one, it was becoming harder and harder for her, as she held herself above Tyrande, gripping her strong thighs.

This was the time Tyrande chose. Yes her hands were tied to her ankles, and yes she didn’t want to tear them away, but she had to do something. So she raised her legs up and used them to hug the still thrusting Maiev so that she could feel her nimble body, the skin on skin, muscle on muscle.

It immediately worked.

Tyrande watched as Maiev’s eyes rolled back into her head, as she opened her mouth and a loud, visceral scream of joy erupted from her lungs. She started cumming at that sight as well, and before long, they were both screaming together.

Suddenly Maiev lost her balance and fell down on top of Tyrande. Their breasts pressed against each other, the massive dildo fully within them, their always yearning pussies kissing, for a brief moment, the women looked into each other’s eyes. And time stopped.

Maiev moved first. Tyrande felt her lips touch hers, felt her tongue enter her mouth and returned the pleasure. Maiev moaned into her mouth at that sensation, as Tyrande gently bit her lower lip. It wasn’t long, maybe only a few seconds.

Then Maiev’s eyes flashed open. She was terrified, excited, yearning, angry, hurt and so much more that Tyrande couldn’t catch it all. She wanted to say something, but the words didn’t find her.

Maiev jumped away as if bitten by a snake. The leather straps holding the dildo against her hips tore open, as she roughly pulled out and threw the thing away.