World of Slutcraft: An end to the Slumber.
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Scarlet lips pressed against their animalistic counterpart, tasting the bestial aroma of recent feast and soon advancing further as the jaws have spread, granting allowance to the deeper part of inhuman mouth.
Her tongue ran across the rows of alabaster teeth and thoroughly collected everything it found on itâs way. Remnants of grass blades and weeds soon danced on her own taste buds, savor she knew very well.
With the familiar scent of carnal, animalistic stench, she continued to rim her tongue through mouth of her companion this it was clean of any food residues and backed off in a slow, hesitant manner.
As a string of shared saliva formed between their lips, a temptful desire to continue came to life as well and caused Alyeen to stare into the eyes of her pet-lord for a short moment. Duty came first, however, and even as she promised to take care of this need later, blood elf turned back to the audience.
âNow this is how you take care of your lordâs hygiene. Always keep in mind, this has to be done right after every meal. Any questions?â She moved her gaze across the small group of wild initiates.
âYes, Nalysa?â Her authoritative voice called out one of the youngest, a shapeful, yet far from smart girl, companion of a young lava worm.The beast rested curled on her plump lap, which bore numerous burns of minimalistic degree.
âWhat if our lord is fed with meatâŚ?â The girl asked with a mildly confused expression on her face. âI mean, do we have toâŚ?â
Alyeen squinted her eyes and gave a chilling glare, making the girl look as if she shrinked by half. It was quite the stupid kind of question she expected from Nalysa. âAs it lies in whorish nature of our kind, youâll do exactly the same. Being on your place, I would be happy that I can get another meal.â
The girl nodded as her cheeks awashed pink and their instructor allowed herself to let out a deep, long drawn sigh. Some greenhorns pushed her to edge of feeding them all to an angry hydra.
Once the entire thing will be done, she was certain to take some respite in the Oozing Pools. Who knows, maybe sheâll even catch providers.
Yet her eyes soon fell on the incoming figure. âAlright sluts, enough theory for now. Let those panties hit the floor and get to work.â Alyeen rised from the ground and let her purple crotch-piece shine in the morning sunlight.
Her bare feet led her through the meadow that soon hosted a small pile of green, tiny thongs, most of which were crafted from Silverleaves and sewn with rough cuts of Earthroots.
âUnexpected to see you there, Champion.â Instructorâs smile beamed brighter than the sun as she neared her old friend. âUnexpected but not unwelcome. Sisters of the Wild greet you.â
Liadrin allowed herself to form a minor smile on her face and then nodded quietly. âI do feel the same, Steedbreaker.â
âNow, I was high in the hopes that there is one person who remembers my name.â Alyeen rolled her eyes and then folded arms over the moderate bust. âShall we take a seat?â
âWith pleasure. And to clarify, it was you who addressed me by the title first.â The two moved across the flowery gardens and took a course towards bench in front of the initiates, still mounting or being mounted by their companions.
âI have to show my respect towards you when these greenhorns are so close. Choose your toolâ Alyeen smiled and pointed at the seats, each bearing a different carving in the middle of it.
Liadrin rised her eyebrow and then examined her options; a scarlet painted wolf member, a tall and thick horse rod, double cock of the lizard or a simple spiral one of the boar.
Without much thinking, she took off her laced thong, freely hanging it on the double tool near her seat and slowly fell onto the wooden carving, allowing it to spread the tight walls of her ladyparts as she stopped on the very knot.
Alyeen, as expected, carefully lowered herself onto the horse rod, letting out a long drawn moan of pleasure as she savored the filling shape. And unlike most initiates, she easily got itâs entire length in herself.
Despite massive bulge in her stomach, instructor didnât show a sign of discomfort and even the opposite, appeared to be a fish in water. âIt would appear that the title is not only for show.â Blood matriarch commented slowly and rested on the back support.
âEver doubted me, Champion?â Her eyes fell on her newest group, watching as a petite blood elf rode angry, red tool of her wolf companion, just next to a silithid ravaging bust of her classmate.
âI would rather doubt your mind than your holes, Alyeen.â Liadrin moved a little on her seat and squinted eyes for a second as the knot slipped into her ladyparts.
âDoubtlessly. I will allow myself to take this as a compliment.â Her fel-tainted gaze fell on a lava worm ramming his way into Nalysa till there was nothing more to be seen of the fiery insect. âBut as it comes with you, I doubt you have came to participate in friendly chatter.â
Liadrin canted her head in a silent nod. âThat would be appear to be true.â Her friend only rised eyebrows curiously.
Dreamerâs eyes rested on the grass stilettos before her and soft hand of the aspect caressed her toes, now painfully stinging after forceful residence in the too tight and inhumanly high heels.
Yet fleshy unpleasantnesses were not of her biggest concerns but the events of previous night. The image of monstrous, flesh bending, cerise dragon still haunted her.
It was not the indecent, carnal spectacle that unfolded before her nor the broken, stretched sinâdorei that lied like a used up doll in the ancient keep.
With her sisterâs actions came a threat much, much more dire threat that was now about to loom over all of Azeroth.
This dragonflight. The life-binder broke boundaries that were not meant to be overstepped, creating beings she swore to destroy so long ago. Yet there was something seeding inside her, rooting alike a wild thorn. A desire to join this fleshy theatre.
She grasped her belly in response to itâs muffled cry. Alexstrasza not only grew mad, she became a cataclysmic threat to stability of the world and threw sister aspectâs body and mind into mortal-like state.
The hungering aria of her stomach became louder and forced her to shamefully cover her stomach. It was not a well known feeling and she yet had to learn how to react to it.
Spreading tormented legs across the sheets, emerald queen shuddered deeply. Link to emerald dream was yet to be restored and until then, she was helpless.
It was nothing but a careful knocking on her door that brought her out of the deep trance, almost bringing her to jump on the bed.
âIn.â Yseraâs voice carried itself across the chambers. Her sudden, surprised reaction only strengthened awareness that her composure and grace were shaken in the recent events.
And with knowledge that it was well within set objectives of her captors, she felt unnerved. The feeling only multiplied in strength when it was no one else but dragonqueen that marched into her room.
A vast, silver plate rested on her open hands as she treaded further and with lips bent into radiant, beaming smile, she spoke. âMy deepest desires that your slept was well.â Alexstrasza neared the table and the cover shuddered as plate meet the wood.
âWould have been better if you havenât committed atrocities against your own kin. You have brought to life creations that are well comparable to each of the chromatic spawns. What makes you any different from Neltharion now, sister?â Ysera arised from the mattress and marched towards her sister barefoot.
Dragonqueenâs face painted itself with bother as she let out a shallow, tired sigh. âYouâre awfully quick to turn your attention towards nasties.â
Yet her attitude changed as soon as it came to be, a pleased smile soon guested on her face. âNow, isnât it obvious? I, unlike Neltharion, bring you food.â Her fingers grasped hold of the cover and soon rised it in a slow, presentful motion.
A bright, hearty slice of pork shined before her, covered with yet melting butter and filling the room with inviting, delight promising aroma that seemed to reach Dreamerâs nostrils in a second.
Numerous chunks of mashed, grease seeping potatoes beleaguered the meat as their gold colour turned to blatant orange-brown due to the over soaking from the heavily spiced oil, which formed a shallow pool beneath the entire dish.
Green herbs rested on top of the entire dish, slowly flowing down with the melting butter. Next to the main dish stood a small bowl with white, oozing sauce, which held numerous bubbles on top of itâs slimy surface.
Ysera swallowed her saliva deeply, as it began to pour into her mouth in a rich, flooding manner. Her stomach let out yet another aria of hunger as the red queen smiled deeply. âNow now.. You may continue to be much impolite towards my person or you may eat.â
Dreamer knew very well that she couldnât just play alongside the spectacle crafted by her sister. Yet her body now met certain needs. âI would recommend to choose quickly. My patience is growing thin.â
She uttered the much obvious lie with melodious voice and watched as her sister fought a hopeless inside war. Deciding that she much appease her body in order to think straight, she convinced herself to play alongside. For now.
âI accept your proposition.â Alexstrasza was well pleased with the outcome and gave an inviting stare, watching as her sister moved even closer to grasp the meal, given no cutlery was provided.
And just as her kelly nails were about to dig into juicy meat, she was stopped by the aspect. Golden eyes watched her playfully as she spoke. âNuh uh. I see that Liadrin failed to teach you properly but youâre not meant to eat without proper expression of gratitude.â
Ysera blinked and then retreated her hand, feeling as there was a strange lining to her sisterâs touch. âExpression of gratitude?â
âWe are a society of no individuals, survival and well being of each of us deeply relies on common understanding and respecting each other.â Scarlet nail dipped into greasy meal, soon finding itâs way towards Alexstraszaâs lips.
âThat is why, before every meal we thank those above and below us. And if you are to..â A short pause followed as she took in her finger, cleaning it with her tongue. ââŚtake from our shared riches, you are to do so as well.â
Ysera nodded quietly as it was certainly the first rule that presented itself appealing to green dragon. Gratitude towards each other and respect between races of Azeroth was what her sister always fought for. At least before madness overtook you.
âI thank you, Lifebinder for bringing me this meal. And I express my most sincere gratitude towards all of those whose work allowed us to relish..â Her stomach clearly refused to wait till her speech was over, as it loudly interrupted her. The echo carried sound of itâs displeasure.
Melodious, soft laughter left lovebinderâs mouth as she heard the fleshy rumble. The dreamer suddenly felt as if the old one was back. âNow now..It comes without a question that this time I may let you skip that part, I doubt not that you would perform flawlesslyâ
Ysera couldnât help but allow her lips to bent into uncertain, but yet warm smile. Her gaze rested on the meat and then once more upturned to the red haired dragon, which only nodded softly.
She grasped the appetizing pork and with a quick, soft movement, moved it through the greasy mashed potatoes, just to put both between her lips. Not only hungering, she relished in the masterfully prepared meal.
And as she began to eat with hunger of a great dragon, Alexstrasza only watched her with a pleased smile and squinted eyes, just alike a mother watching her newborn whelps.
A minute later, Ysera stopped pushing the mashed potatoes into her mouth and saw as her sister stood up, just to take a few steps closer and with a soft, gentle move, wipe off the oil from corner of her mouth.
Slowly realizing that she indeed ate from the plate like a child, grasping food with her bare hands and getting herself all dirty. Her eyes fell on the grease-stained legs and table. WhenâŚ
Her eyes spread wide as the red aspect gave a long, salivated lick across her chin and put and end to it just around corner of her mouth, getting entirely rid of the grease stain. âArenât you.. appetizing.â
Her purr reached Dreamerâs ears as Alexstrasza rested on emeraldâs lap and wrapped her soft, loving arms around chest of sister aspect. âYou always were so.. fragile. In your calmness lied all of your natural beauty.â
With a practiced, heavy breath, she inhaled the natural scent of her sister and let out a deep sigh of relief. âJust alike me, you touch all living beings. Even if they canât see itâ
The Dreamer sat motionlessly, stunned by her sisterâs actions. Seeing as a beast ravages an elf was one but having her very sister perform acts as such was further than difficult to understand. Lap filling bottom of her sister wasnât helpful either in the matter. âEven if they canât feel it, youâre always there. Canât you see what we share..â
Alexstrasza rested her forehead on this of her sister and then stared deeply into the night elven eyes. âThis song of creation. This dance of love and nature, balance and interconnectedness. It makes us.â
âYou and me, Ysera. We were destined to bring this world to peace it deserves at last. We share our dream, your dream, their dream. This compassion is what bounds us to the fate of mortals, your watchful slumber preserves dreams and like a torch in the night, it fends off the nightmares. â
âWe share our destiny, our goal, our souls. We are of one mind, Ysera. And just alike many, I dream of the day weâll all join in this legacy of benevolence. I dream of the day where we both see who we are.â
Ysera turned her eyes away and swallowed deeply, taken by words of the dragonqueen, forced to ponder about her true meaning. How deep was her madness and where lied the cure? Was she able to heal the scar that tainted her mind?
âJoin us, Ysera. Let the love bloom on Azeroth once more, bring warmth to those of frozen hearts, birth what others may not.â She whispered with voice as faint as rustle of the grassy meadow.
âWhat do you believe in, Sister? What do you still believe in?â The dreamer asked and closed her eyes, knowing that the answer will mean everything.
âIs it not obvious Sister?â Alexstrasza slowly lowered her eyelids as well, resting in the deep embrace of her sibling.
âLove. The only flavourless, shadless value and expression of mortal and immortal self. The only feeling that may unite everything that exists now and in future.â Slick, ruby fingernails of the queen grasped elven chin.
Ysera resistlessly allowed her chin to be guided towards her sister, allowing their eyes to meet. âWar brings hatred, anger, cruelty. It feeds the bloody, death scented vortex which grows and grows, about to consume everything that exists, throwing it into spiral of violent madness. We are on the verge, Sister. The fall of Lich King has brought us peace.â
âFor how long?â Her sister continued as if with one, everlasting breath. âHow long lasted then peace when Ragnaros fell? Câthun? Ilidan? How long, sister?â
There was no peace. The answer heavily weighted on emerald oneâs tongue and mind. âWhat do you bring instead?â She asked as if something pushed her from inside, silence appeared as a truly terrible option.
âLove feeds as well.â Alexstrasza squinted her eyes. âLust. Compassion. Desire. Warmth. In the time of carnal bliss, the hardest battle are resolved in bedroom.â
The memory of broken blood elf invaded Yseraâs mind once more and she couldnât find herself to decide which battle was harder to win. âYou drug them. You make them dependant on you. How is that better than any tyranical rule?â
âI drug them with desire. Blood elves used to be dependant on energy, their addiction of magic brought just as much suffering to others as to them. Now..â Lovebinderâs melodious chuckle echoed in the hall.
â⌠they ask of no magic anymore. Only love. And plenty of meat.â Both of them knew she meant nothing edible or, as Dreamer assumed, not literally.
âTime to make the choice, sister.â Last word alike a hot breeze, it soothed her skin and turned cheeks red.
âChoose. And choose wisely. I will give you time to the end of the kiss..â Slick tongue ran across dragonqueenâs lips.
Kiss? What kiss? Thoughts were left unfinished and common sense appeared distant, as a vision outside a blurred window. Exactly there but harder to decipher.
Eyes of the dreamer spread alike never before, hot, almost burning bliss flew down her throat when two pairs of dragon lips met in a carnal, unnamable sensation.
Their tongues meet, one dominating over the other, saliva became one, sweet and for a reason deeply unknown to the Dreamer, greatly thick.
For one time of a kiss could be a time too short to take any decision, yet Alexstrasza had other plans.
But it meant nothing that entire speech could be formed during that time, it was of no significance that when it ended, drops of sweat ran down their skin, just to disappear between great fronts.
And just as dragonqueen spread their lips, the saliva strings formed between lips, sealing the fleshy pact of pleasures.
âThe dreamer awakens.â She spoke with deepest sort of pleasured satisfaction.
The decision was made long ago.
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