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Chapter List
- 1-Decadence
- 2-Preparations and Party Favors
- 1
- 2
This story is a
collaboration between myself and my dear friend, Kitsunami.� We hope you enjoy reading it
as much as we have enjoyed writing it together.�
Feel free to leave comments about things you would like to see in future
chapters, as we will be adding to this story frequently.

Chapter One
Decadence

�� The
invitation was tastefully simple, written in gold ink on a heavy parchment that
had been delicately scented with perfume.�
You are cordially invited to
attend a party for the unveiling of my latest curiosity acquisition this
evening at my home in the Court of the Sun district.� Warm regards, Ambassador Kelemar, it
read.� Meloriana inhaled deeply of the
perfume.� A concoction of mana-infused
lotus oil, she was sure of it.� Not only
was it extraordinarily expensive, but it was also a little-known
aphrodisiac.� Perhaps the Ambassador
chose it to give his guests a hint at what the evening might hold for them
should they attend.� Kelemar was well
known for his decadent pleasure parties.�
Meloriana had attended several before and become quite a favorite
amongst the Ambassador�s distinguished guests.�
Being only a distant cousin
of Halduron Brightwing, Meloriana wouldn�t ordinarily have been given an
invitation to an event as exclusive as this unveiling.� She must have really made a good impression
on the Ambassador at his last orgy.� She
smirked to herself, remembering how longingly he had gazed at her when he asked
her to partner him, how desperate he was to touch her, how grateful he was to
be the one to pleasure her.� Meloriana
licked her lips.� There was something so
carnally delicious about seducing the wealthy and powerful.
The young warlock inhaled
another deep breath of the intoxicating scent, her eyes growing slightly hazy
from the effects of the mana.� Just right
for putting her in the proper mood for a party, she thought to herself.� That was probably another reason why Kelemar
chose that particular perfume for the invitation.� He knew how
vulnerable she was to their race�s magical addiction.� That was why she had decided to join the
cultish ranks of the warlocks.� Their
demon familiars made for a ready and consistent source of magical exposure that
suited her.� Even that was sometimes not
enough.�
She was sitting on a
silk-cushioned stool in front of her vanity table and mirror, completely
nude.� She had a somewhat voluptuous
figure for a blood elf.� Though still
tending towards slenderness, like most females of her race, her curves were
more pronounced, with the breasts larger, the hips broader, and a pert, round
bottom.�
She set to work arranging
her wavy ebon hair, gathering it loosely up on her head so that she could have
the pleasure of hearing a man gasp when she let it down later.� Next she brushed her eyelids with an
iridescent powder and painted her lips and cheeks with a crimson-colored
pigment.� She paused to admire the effect
in the mirror.� Although naturally quite
beautiful enough to not require such enhancements, Meloriana was pleased to see
that her efforts had helped to erase the traces of innocence from her features.
�� She
stood up and began to dress herself in the gown she had chosen for the
evening.� It was blood red and made of a
sheer, gauzy material that floated around her when she moved.� It was backless with a neckline that started
at her navel and rose up in two strips of sheer cloth to her breasts, then became a ribbon that tied behind her neck. �Admiring herself in the mirror, she had to
admit the whole ensemble looked stunning.�
She would have to give an extra tip to her tailor.�
As she turned about,
enjoying the way the skirt of her dress floated about her ethereally, she
couldn�t help but feel something was missing.�
She rummaged on her vanity table and found some sparkling baubles for
her ears and navel.� That helped, but not
enough.� Then she realized she had
forgotten her favorite lingerie item.�
Turning to a chest of drawers she retrieved a pair of thigh-high
leggings, crafted of the finest black mageweave, and put them on.� Lastly she rubbed the perfumed invitation on
her neck, ears, wrists and between her breasts to
transfer some of the alluring scent to her skin.� Satisfied that she was sure to be the most
ravishing, or at least most ravished, lady at the party she stepped into her
daintiest shoes and traipsed lightly out the door towards the Court of the Sun.�

Meloriana could see the last
flush of the sinking sun in the western sky beyond the ivory walls of
Silvermoon City as she approached the palatial home of Ambassador Kelemar.� Already a few stars were appearing in the
darkening blue expanse overhead.� The
sounds of dignified merriment drifted out to her as she passed by an enchanted
fountain that hovered in mid-air and spilled water into a marble pool
below.�
A few moments later she was following
a uniformed servant who held the door open for her and led her into the grand
hall where the guests were mingling.� In
truth, the term �uniform� could only be used lightly.� The young male was clad only in crotchless
breeches that cut off mid-thigh and a pair of wrist-cuffs made of an
expensive-looking material.� His exposed
skin glittered in the subdued light; Meloriana guessed it was some sort of
lotion, perhaps with gold powder in it.�
When he took his leave of her she noted he was also adorned with a
bejeweled ring at the base of his cock, which was at attention.� A female servant balancing a tray of goblets
approached her to offer her a selection of wines, all with aphrodisiac
qualities of course.� The female
servant�s uniform differed from the male�s in that it
was essentially a belly chain partially skirted with a sheer golden fabric that
flowed behind her but left the front of her completely exposed.� She too had matching wrist-cuffs and
glittering skin.� She stood with her legs
together so that Meloriana could only speculate as to whether the female
servant was adorned similarly to the male.
Meloriana accepted a goblet
and sipped it daintily as she wandered about the grand hall, occasionally
nodding in recognition at people she knew or answering a greeting.� She saw many eyes watching her hungrily,
though she pretended not to notice.� She
enjoyed the attention, the acknowledgement of her beauty and their desire for
her.�
The hall was elegant, even
sumptuous by blood elf standards.� One
wall was lined with tall glass doors that opened out into a lush garden and
shallow bathing pool.� On a pleasantly
warm night such as this one was the doors were open to the night air, letting
in fragrant breezes that gently stirred clothing.� The opposite wall was hung with draped
exotic-looking fabrics that lent visual warmth to the marble.� There were several thick carpets laid out in
the center of the room, on which were strewn many fine cushions and pillows for
the comfort of the guests.� Some of the
guests had already begun to partake of this luxury, for Meloriana saw a few
pairs lounging on cushions, talking quietly together, caressing one another, kissing
occasionally.� Servants wandered
unobtrusively throughout, carrying trays of goblets and hors d�oeuvres, all
aphrodisiacs.� Meloriana knew that soon
some would be carrying various lotions and oils as well.� The Ambassador prided himself on always seeing
to every comfort or want of his guests.
Very few guests were
filtering in now.� The aphrodisiac wine
Meloriana was drinking was beginning to have an effect on her.� She felt a warmth
and stirring between her legs, the first little flames of lust licking at her
secret places.� Her nipples were perked,
straining tantalizingly against the thin fabric of her gown so that anyone
could look at her and notice her arousal.�
And it seems someone did, for a young man whom she did not know broke
away from his little knot of conversing companions and approached her with a
grin.� He was of average height with an
athletic build and tousled ruddy hair that made him look boyish, though
handsome.� In his garb he had forgone the
richly embellished robes that most of the aristocratic men at the gathering
wore.� Instead he was dressed in a white
open-necked tunic, with elegantly flowing sleeves and cuffs and collar
embroidered in silver thread.� This he
wore tucked into close-fitting black breeches.�
Supple black leather boots and a matching belt with a silver filigreed
buckle completed his attire.
�Enjoying the Ambassador�s
excellent wine?� he queried.� �Perhaps
you would care to sample one of these little delicacies.�� He beckoned a servant over with her tray and
selected a wafer layered with some crumbled cheese and berries coated in
syrup.� �Try this one, my personal
favorite.� Though I must warn you it is
rather potent,� he chuckled good-naturedly as he offered her the tidbit.� Meloriana smiled mischievously and opened her
mouth obligingly to allow him to place the wafer in her mouth.� His grin widened.� She delighted in the little shudder of
pleasure she saw go through his body as her lips closed around his fingers, her
tongue caressing his skin collecting any traces of the syrup.� He slowly withdrew his fingers from her mouth
and replaced them with his lips.� His
tongue parted her lips and darted into her mouth.� She could taste wine on him and sucked on his
tongue, enjoying the flavor.� In doing
so, she also drew a little mana from him, not so much as he would notice but
enough to give her the euphoric sensation she craved so much, sucking it out of
him just as she sucked the wine from his tongue.� She had developed this technique for
satisfying her mana cravings a long time ago, learning that people rarely
noticed she was leeching it from them when they were distracted by
passion.� He was pressing his body to
hers now so that she could feel his hard arousal pressing against her belly.� He sensually stroked her bare back, making
her skin tingle.�
He released her mouth and
bent his head to nuzzle at her neck and one of her ears.� �Tell me, whose company am I so thoroughly
enjoying?� What is your name?� he
whispered in her ear as he began planting a trail of soft, sensual kisses along
it.�
�I am Meloriana Brightwing,
a cousin to the Ranger General,� she said a little breathlessly.� �And you are?�
�Amadore Bloodvalor.��
�Knight-Lord
Bloodvalor�s son!� Then I am indeed fortunate to be granted your
attentions.�� Meloriana was no stranger
to the art of flattery.
�Is that so?� Why ever would that be?� he murmured as he
nibbled gently at her ear.� Her knees
grew weak and she started to sink towards the floor, but he expertly caught
her, supporting her firmly in his strong arms.
She spoke in a confidential
tone, �I have heard a rumor from several reliable sources that you are a most �
accomplished lover.�� Meloriana gave his
erection a playful squeeze through his breeches to emphasize her last words.
Amadore made a sharp intake
of breath at her provocative touch.� He
brought a hand to one of her breasts, cupping it gently as he massaged the
nipple with his thumb.� �Would you like
to find out for yourself if it is true?� he asked.
�� Her
reply was interrupted as a servant standing on a dais at one end of the room
blew a silver trumpet signaling for the guests� attention.� �My lords and ladies, may I present to you
your gracious host, the esteemed Ambassador Kelemar,� he recited.�
Ambassador Kelemar appeared
on the dais and addressed his company.�
�My honored guests,� he began, �I would like to take this moment to
thank you sincerely for attending my little evening of festivity.� I know many of you are anxious to see what �
special entertainment I have arranged for your amusement this evening, and so I
will not keep you waiting any longer.�
A stirring of excited
anticipation went through the room.�
Several guests moved closer to the dais to get a better view.� Ambassador Kelemar smiled, obviously enjoying
himself immensely.� �I am pleased to
present to you my latest acquisition,� he announced, gesturing towards a
doorway to the right of the dais.�
Everyone�s attention turned to the doorway as a servant entered, leading
a naked female draenei by a long chain attached to collar around her neck.� There were several audible gasps and excited
murmurs as the guests craned their necks to marvel at the draenei.�
The draenei kept her eyes
cast demurely downward and allowed the servant to lead her through the throng
of guests.� Guests reached out to touch
her, poking and prodding, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples and even
slipping their hands to the crevice between her funny hoofed legs.� �Yes, go on, touch her any way you like,�
encouraged the Ambassador.� �She has had
the finest training available, and I give her to you, my guests, to use however
you please for your enjoyment.��
By this time the servant had
led the draenei slave to the very center of the room where he paused to fasten
her chain securely to a steel ring in the floor.� The guests turned their attention back to the
Ambassador and applauded vigorously.� He
smiled broadly and bowed to the company.�
�I thank you all again; I am truly honored,� he said.� �All the comforts of my home are yours this
evening.� If you hunger or thirst, there
are servants in the dining hall waiting to serve you.� And the usual entertainment can be found in
the room to my left.� Have a pleasant
evening!��
He descended from the dais
to where a lady awaited him, deftly pulled down a shoulder of her dress,
exposing one of her breasts, and bent his head to place his mouth on her
nipple.� The guests recognized this as
their signal to commence the evening�s activities and there was a flurry of
movement as people embraced, removed articles of clothing, or sank down to
lounge on the cushions.� A man who had
been massaging the draenei�s large breasts intently had now forced her onto her
hands and knees.� He had removed his
robe, and now knelt behind her to plunge his erect cock into the blue folds of
her pussy. When he forced himself into her, she fell forward and went down to
her elbow with one arm, stifling a cry.
Meloriana felt a stirring
between her legs as she watched this and turned her attention back to Amadore,
who had also stripped off his clothing and was caressing her lightly while
looking at her expectantly.� She smiled
at him and reached behind her neck to untie the ribbon of her gown but he
reached out and grasped her arm to stop her.�
�No, don�t,� he said with another of his grins.� �Your gown, which lets me see you and yet not
see you, is far more arousing than just your naked skin would be.� It teases me so.��
He sat on a cushion and drew
her into his lap so that she was straddling it, facing him.� The skirt of her gown was pushed up over her
thighs, exposing her leggings.� Meloriana
could feel his cock against the lips of her pussy, which was slick from the
effects of the aphrodisiacs.� The
sensation was maddening.� She squirmed a
little, to see if feeling her pussy sliding against his cock had the same
effect on him as it did on her.� He
moaned as the wet sensation was dragged along his cock and allowed the tip of
his member to glide between her eager lips.�
Amadore buried his face in her breasts, licking and suckling at her
nipples through the gauzy fabric of her gown.�
She squirmed again, eliciting another moan from him.� He reached a hand under the skirt of her gown
and quickly located the little swollen nub of her clit and began massaging it
gently, making her moan and writhe with longing.�
She was nearly swooning with
her mounting desire, so that Amadore had to cradle her slight frame in his
arm.� He brought his face to hers and
kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue into her mouth.� She drank in another little trickle of mana
from him as he kissed her.� �Let me have
you now,� he whispered urgently.�
Meloriana nodded her consent.� He
moved his hands beneath her to grasp her bottom, one hand on each buttock.� He lifted her slightly and brought her down
again slowly, sheathing his cock entirely in her drenched pussy.� He tortured himself with the pace, feeling
his cock becoming slowly enveloped into her all-too-enticing pussy. �So wet and inviting, he longed to drive his cock
deep into her and fuck her as a wild beast might. �But such a woman was a delicacy to be enjoyed
and savored; a delicate treat to please and to serve. They moaned together as
his throbbing member slid deeper into her damp sex, giving her the feeling of her
pussy being slowly and pleasantly filled. �The sounds of their lovemaking mixed with
those of the guests around them in various stages of sexual acts.�
He began to lift her up and
down, gently bouncing her on his cock.�
She exhilarated, as always, in the glorious sensation of being filled
and the carnal pleasure of riding him.�
His cock began to plunge deeper and faster in her, seeking the secret
place that would open her to ecstasy. He grinned at her again as he found it,
her moans growing instantly louder and more intense, her back arched.� Meloriana felt her orgasm building quickly
within her as his cock relentlessly assaulted her pleasure spot.� As she felt it begin to burst out of her, she
pressed her lips to his, drawing more mana from him in a kiss.� The sudden influx of mana combined with her
orgasm produced an ecstasy that was almost mind-shattering.� She screamed her release as waves of pleasure
overwhelmed her.� Throughout, Amadore
continued plunging his cock into the depths of her pussy, prolonging her
ecstasy.� Moments later his muscles
tensed and he gave a long, low moan as he too reached his release, injecting
her pussy with his warm semen.� She
reveled in the sensation of his seed filling her pussy, even in her post
orgasmic state.
He lay back on the cushion,
rolled onto his side and cradled her in his arms beside him.� Meloriana lay there for some time, basking in
her contentment, enjoying his languid caresses.�
A female servant wandered over and began licking Amadore�s cock,
cleaning it of their bodily fluids. He placed a hand on the back of her head
while she did so and looked at Meloriana as she sat up.� �I am positively famished,� she said.� �I believe I shall go to the dining hall and
see what manner of fare I can find to satisfy me.�
�May I see you again?�
Amadore asked her, with just the faintest hint of desperation in his
voice.�
�Perhaps,� she replied
noncommittally, all traces of flattery gone.�
There was no need of it anymore; she had him completely.� �I enjoyed your company this evening very much, and it might please me to enjoy it again.�
�Whenever you may wish it,�
he said fervently.�
Meloriana smiled
victoriously to herself as she stood up and strolled off towards the dining
hall.�

As she neared the entrance
to the dining hall, a blushing male servant approached her and asked shyly, �I
beg your pardon, my lady Brightwing, do you require any assistance � removing
your gown?��
Meloriana blinked at him, a
little dumbfounded.� Then she glanced
quickly around the room at all the naked guests and realized the thoughtful
young man was attempting to help her keep from looking awkward.� She turned her attention back to the servant,
whose face had flushed even darker in the meantime, and stroked his burning
cheek soothingly.� �Silly me, I had
nearly forgotten I still had it on,� she laughed.� Of course she was perfectly capable of
undressing herself, but she thought she sensed an opportunity for a little
fun.� �I would be grateful for your
assistance.� �She turned her back to him
so that he could un-tie the ribbon of her dress, standing so close to him that her
rear was pressing provocatively against his exposed cock.� The servant showed remarkable self-control,
only trembling slightly as he tugged the ribbon, letting the front of her gown
slip down to expose her breasts.
�You may touch me,� she
whispered, luxuriating in the servant�s obvious desire for her.� He tentatively reached his arms around to her
front and grasped her breasts, cupping them and stroking the nipples with his
fingertips.� He let his hands wander over
the silky smooth skin of her belly to the curves of her hips.� Then he crouched and pulled her gown down
over her hips, down her thighs, planting a furtive kiss on the back of her
thigh, just below the buttock, as he did so.�
He lifted her feet one at a time to free her from the garment, then stood
and carefully folded it.
�I shall keep this safe for
you, if you like.� I can see that it is
returned to you at the end of the evening,� he offered.� �Or have it sent to your residence if you
prefer,� he added, a little hopefully.�
�That will do nicely,� she
accepted.� �My address is in the Royal
Exchange district.�� She guessed that the
servant was planning on delivering the gown himself, perhaps in the hope of
being rewarded.� That might provide some
amusement, she thought to herself.� She
walked away from the servant, feeling his eyes follow her longingly, and
entered the dining hall.
There were a few other guests
milling about in here, quietly conversing between mouthfuls of rich food.� Instead of one long table, as many dining
halls had, this one was furnished with several smaller dining surfaces, set low
to the ground.� There were cushions to
sit on instead of chairs.� But the truly
unusual feature of this dining hall was that the dining surfaces were not
tables at all, but naked servants of both genders propped up on short
frameworks with two strips of cloth that supported their bodies.� Spread out over the bodies of these �tables�
was an assortment of foods; luscious fruits, savory roast meats and delicate
pastries.� Uniformed servants walked about
filling goblets or bringing new dishes from the kitchens to spread on the
tables.
Meloriana chose to sit alone
at a female table in the back of the hall where she wouldn�t have to
participate in any conversation.� A
servant brought her a goblet of mana-infused wine.� She ate a few slices of Tel�abim banana as
she studied the features of the servant she was eating off of.� The girl had long, vibrant red hair that
brushed the floor in her present position.�
Her eyes had the hazy, unfocused look of one who had recently received a
sizable dose of mana.� She was slender,
golden-skinned, and long-limbed.� Her
breasts were smallish; her nipples hidden beneath little sweet pastries.� Sliced and whole fruits and berries glazed
with honey adorned her pelvis.� Her legs
were spread and Meloriana could see the glistening slit of her pussy, her
swollen, pink clitoris.�
Meloriana dipped two fingers
in her goblet and traced them along the girl�s lips, leaving a trail of wine.� The girl licked her lips and her eyes seemed
to flicker lightly as she swallowed the trickle of mana
wine.� She held the goblet to the girl�s
lips and let her drink a sip of wine.�
The girl had delicate features, really quite pretty.� Meloriana sipped
the wine and kissed the girl�s luscious red lips.� The girl opened her mouth to her and their
tongues wrestled together playfully.� She
plunged her tongue into the girl�s mouth and the girl sucked at it hungrily.� Meloriana dipped
her fingers in her goblet again and gave them to the girl to suck on, which she
did with great enthusiasm.� �There now,
what a darling little thing you are,� she said, pleased by the girl�s behavior.� Enjoying the feeling of the girl�s thirsting
mouth on her fingers, she bent her head to the girl�s breast and licked the
little square of pastry off her nipple.�
The girl moaned, but did not cease sucking Meloriana�s fingers.� Meloriana played with the girl�s nipple,
flicking it with her tongue, eliciting a series of low moans from the
girl.� She spilled a few drops of wine
from her goblet onto the girl�s breast and lapped it up.� She removed her fingers from the girl�s mouth
and dipped them in the wine, then massaged the girl�s nipple with them, rubbing
the wine into her skin.� She then took
the nipple into her mouth and sucked it vigorously.�
Next Meloriana turned to the
collection of fruits at the girl�s pelvis.�
She selected a plump berry, dripping with honey, and dragged it over the
girl�s clit and down the slick slit between the lips of her pussy.� The girl�s moans fanned the flames of
Meloriana�s lust, drenching her own pussy.�
She paused at the hungry little opening of the girl�s pussy, then thrust the berry inside her.� The girl moaned louder but did not struggle.� �That�s a good girl,� Meloriana said.� Meloriana removed the berry and placed it in
her mouth, the flavors of the fruit and the honey and the girl�s juices
mingling together in her mouth.� �Mmm,�
she said.� �You make such a tasty
treat.�� She selected another berry and
repeated this little ritual.� She forced
a slice of Goldenbark apple into the girl�s pussy and then ate it.� All the while the girl moaned wantonly, and
Meloriana loved the sound of it.�
With a mischievous twinkle
in her eyes, Meloriana selected the largest Tel�Abim banana from the
fruits.� It was nearly as wide as her
wrist at its thickest point, and several inches long.� She rubbed the tip of the curved fruit on the
girl�s swollen clit, relishing the girl�s whimpers.� She slid the banana down the girl�s slit,
just as she had done with the berries.�
Then, in a single, swift motion, she stuffed the entire banana into the
girl�s pussy.� The girl cried out, and
Meloriana stroked her thigh encouragingly.�
�Mmm, doesn�t that feel nice, dear?� she cooed softly.� She slid the banana almost entirely out of the
girl�s pussy, then plunged it in again.� The girl moaned loudly.� Meloriana began rhythmically sliding the
banana in and out of the girl�s pussy, fucking her with the fruit.� The girl�s moans quickly grew louder and
longer as Meloriana expertly worked the fruit inside her.� Before long the girl squealed with pleasure
as her orgasm overwhelmed her.� Meloriana kissed the girl again, sucking a trickle of mana from her as she felt the girl�s pussy become drenched
with her fluids.�
She removed the banana and
inserted her fingers into the girl�s pussy, feeling its warmth and wetness, the
last little convulsions of her orgasm covering her fingers in the girl�s
juices.� She brought her fingers to the
panting girl�s mouth and let her suck the juices from them.� �That was lovely,� she murmured and kissed
the girl innocently on the cheek, stood, and sauntered back out into the great
hall.
Meloriana�s eyes scanned the
hall, briefly observing all the naked guests lounging and kissing and groping
and fucking in tangles of limbs and bodies.�
They came to rest on the draenei slave, chained in the center of the
room, temporarily unattended.� She walked
over to the slave to look at her more closely.�
The draenei was tall and blue-skinned, like most of her race, with long,
dark brown hair that was somewhat tousled from her recent use.� Meloriana�s nose crinkled in disgust as she
examined the creature�s thick, curved horns protruding from her skull, her
oddly jointed footed legs like an animal�s, her ridiculous primitive-looking
tail.�
Overall she found the
creature repulsive.� And yet, parts of
this animal were not terribly unpleasant, she mused to herself as she reached
out to fondle the draenei�s plump breasts.�
She experimentally pinched a nipple and watched it grow stiff.� She let her hand fall to the little cleft
between the draenei�s legs and explored with her fingers.� She was surprised to discover that this
animal�s features were so very like a female of her own race.� There was the hard nub of the clitoris, the pussy
lips, the wet little slit, that were all very familiar to her.�
�Enjoying my prize
acquisition, Lady Brightwing?� a male voice queried from behind her.� Meloriana had not even noticed anyone
approach her.� She withdrew her hand from
between the draenei�s legs and wiped it on the slave�s stomach.� She turned to greet Ambassador Kelemar.� She saw that he was accompanied by another
man, somewhat younger than himself.� She
immediately noted that the young man�s distinguishing characteristics included
a gold ring through his right nipple and strange, barbaric-looking markings on
his left shoulder and the left side of his chest that she recognized as
tattoos.� The presence of this strange
young man puzzled her.� Meloriana was
aware that some blood elves that traveled to the lands of the more barbaric
Horde races sometimes participated in their heathen rituals of body piercings
and tattoos, but she had never heard of anyone in high blood elf society doing
so.�
�Yes, it is quite an
exquisite creature, Ambassador,� she complimented as she tried not to look like
she was staring at the young man.
�I�m glad I caught you �
unoccupied,� he chuckled at his own joke.�
�I wanted to introduce you to my son, Julien.�
Meloriana was
surprised.� She had not been aware the
Ambassador even had a son, although she could see some resemblance.� They were both tall with light blond hair,
though unlike his father he kept his short and spiky.� She curtsied as gracefully as she could
almost completely naked.� �What a
pleasure,� she said.� �I regret that I
have not made your acquaintance before, Lord Kelemar.�
The young man returned her
curtsey with a little bow.� �The pleasure
is mine, Lady Brightwing.�
�Splendid!� said Ambassador
Kelemar.� �Now I�m afraid I shall have to
take my leave of you both to go and seek some refreshment.�� He winked slyly and left.
Julien took a goblet from a
passing servant carrying a tray and sipped it.�
�I have not attended a party of this sort in quite some time,� he said
wistfully.� �It has been most � interesting.�
�Really?��
Meloriana found it difficult to hide her astonishment.� �Your father hosts them quite frequently.�
�Oh, I�m well aware,� he
said with a smile.� He went on to
explain, �I have been away on political business in Orgrimmar, so I did not have
the opportunity to come to my father�s parties and meet enchanting young ladies
such as yourself.�
Meloriana blushed
becomingly.� �Is that where you �?� she
asked, gesturing at his tattoos.�
�Ah, yes,� he said.� �It is all important to their culture, you
know.� Fascinating
people, the orcs and trolls.�
Meloriana made a face.� �How could you stand to have one of those
barbarians even touch you, let alone �� she shuddered.
Julien laughed
good-naturedly.� �They�re not really as
bad as all that.�� Meloriana wasn�t so
sure.� To her way of thinking, the other
Horde races were barbaric, only slightly superior to the animal-like creature
chained to the floor behind her.
Julien took a goblet of
aphrodisiac wine from a passing servant�s tray and sipped it.� �Would you care for some?� he asked, holding
out the goblet to her.� Meloriana went to
take the goblet from his hand, but he did not let go of it.� Instead he stood smiling playfully at her,
then brought the goblet to her lips and tilted it to let her drink deeply.� Again and again he tilted the goblet to her
lips, making her drink in large gulps till the glass was nearly drained.� Such quick consumption of the potent liquid
was making her head swim and setting her desire aflame.� Her pussy was soon aching with desire.�
Julien was watching her
reactions intently.� �Let down your
hair,� he whispered.� �I want to see all
your beauty.�� Meloriana obliged, deftly
plucking out the pins that loosely held her hair and giving her head a good
shake so that the bouncy waves fell about her shoulders.� Julien sighed appreciatively and petted her
head, running his fingers through her hair.�
He gave her another mouthful of the wine, but instead of swallowing it,
she pressed her mouth to his golden-ringed nipple, and swirled her tongue
around it, letting some of the wine trickle from her mouth in little rivulets
down his body.� He gasped and sank
towards a cushion on the floor until he lay there holding her on top of
him.� He stroked her back as she sucked
at his nipple, flicking the gold ring back and forth with her tongue.� She spun around to chase down the trails of
wine on his skin with her tongue.� She
followed them down his stomach to his pelvis, then
licked the length of his erect cock.
Meloriana took another
mouthful of wine and plunged her mouth onto his cock.� He groaned softly as her mouth enveloped his
cock with the added wetness of the wine.�
He pulled her hips towards his face and began to lap eagerly at her
pussy, exploring her wet folds with his tongue.�
Meloriana began making soft little moans and dreamily licked and sucked
on his cock as she looked at the draenei slave, who was being groped by a golden-haired
male guest now.� As she watched, the man
lowered himself to lie on a cushion and pulled the draenei onto his lap,
thrusting his cock into her pussy as he did so.�
He repeatedly plunged his cock into the draenei�s pussy, impaling her on
it over and over.� Meloriana was
captivated, finding the scene strangely arousing, enhancing the pleasure she
felt from Julien�s tongue.�
She watched the man�s cock
thrusting forcefully between the blue folds of the draenei�s pussy, just as she
plunged her mouth up and down Julien�s cock.�
Then she saw a dark-haired man move toward the draenei.� He knelt behind her and seemed to be watching
the other man fuck her.� Then she saw him
take a vial from a nearby tray and pour a little ointment onto his hand which
he then smeared on his cock.� Then the
dark-haired man lifted the draenei�s tail, exposing
the little opening of her anus. �Meloriana gasped as she watched him plunge his
cock to the hilt in the draenei�s ass, pushing her forward onto her hands with
the force of his thrust.� The draenei
cried out, the only sound Meloriana had yet heard the creature make, and began
sobbing.� Tears streamed down the
draenei�s face, but she never struggled or protested.� The men seemed to pay no attention whatsoever
to the slave�s obvious discomfort.� If
anything it spurred them on as they continued to fuck her vigorously.
Meloriana continued sucking
Julien�s cock throughout these events.�
Her arousal from watching the men raping the draenei inspired her to
give his cock the greatest pleasure she could with her mouth.� She swirled her tongue around his shaft as
she plunged it into her mouth again and again.�
She massaged the little ridge at the head of his cock with her tongue,
sucking intently.� She could hear the
slapping noise that was the men�s bodies smacking against the draenei�s as they
wildly fucked her, bucking and groaning.�
Meloriana watched as the dark-haired man fucking the draenei�s
ass gave her rump a series of hard smacks with the palm of his hand, grinning
with delight.�
Another blond man approached
the draenei, watching the spectacle, absently
stroking his cock.� He crouched down and
squeezed her breasts, then slapped them, making them swing.� He slapped them again, and twisted her
nipples painfully.� The draenei broke
into more sobs.� Taking advantage of her
opened mouth, the man stood and thrust his cock in it, causing the draenei to
choke on her sobs.� She coughed and
spluttered as the man grasped the back of her head and forced her mouth onto
his cock.� Fresh tears flowed down the
draenei�s already tear-streaked face, but she appeared resigned to her task as
she sucked at the man�s cock.� He groaned
with pleasure, still holding the back of her head as he fucked her mouth,
forcing his cock down her throat.�
Meloriana didn�t realize how
much her orgasm had been building inside her until she felt Julien sucking
hotly on her clit.� She moaned loudly,
his cock in her mouth stifling the sound.�
He began to rock his hips slightly and she knew he was close to
release.� She sucked fervently on his
cock, taking it as deep into her mouth as she could, until she felt it begin to
spasm.� She closed her eyes in pleasure
as she felt his warm seed spurting into her mouth.� When she opened them she saw the two men
fucking the draenei�s pussy and ass seem to reach their fulfillment as each
gave a long, low moan and thrust his cock deep inside the slave�s
orifices.� She watched their
cum seeping from her ass and between her legs as they dislodged
themselves from her.� That was all
Meloriana needed to achieve her own orgasm.�
She wailed in ecstasy, sucking a little trickle of mana from Julien�s
cock to enhance her pleasure as her orgasm washed over her, leaving her feeling
weak but contented.
�� Two servants, one female and one male,
immediately went over to the two men and began licking their cocks clean with
their tongues.� The men petted their heads,
almost affectionately.� Meloriana turned
her attention once more to the draenei slave, whose mouth was still being
fucked vigorously by the other man.�
There was something about the sight of the draenei�s ass and pussy
dripping with cum that Meloriana found so alluring, she found it difficult to
take her eyes away.� Only when Julien
pulled her up into his arms to plant a kiss on her forehead did she succeed.

After lounging for a few
minutes, Julien stood up and extended a hand to her
to help her to her feet.� �Would you care
to accompany me to see the Wretched?� he invited.
Meloriana considered briefly before accepting his
proffered arm.� He smiled warmly at her
and escorted her towards the entrance of the room to the right of the dais
Ambassador Kelemar had addressed his guests
from.� She couldn�t help turning her head
to gaze distractedly at the draenei slave as Julien steered her across the great hall.� She saw that the third man was gone now; the draenei had been left in a pathetic-looking heap on the
floor, her tear-stained face now also splattered with cum.� Meloriana began to
wonder what it was about the spectacle she had witnessed that excited her
so.� Was it the brutality of the men
raping the draenei, such a stark contrast to how she
was always so pampered?� Was there a part
of her that enjoyed seeing such rough treatment?� Meloriana shook her
head, trying to clear her mind of these thoughts.� But the vision of the cum-splattered draenei continued to force itself into her thoughts
throughout the night.
Julien held the heavy door open for her and
led her into the chamber where the Wretched were kept.� Ambassador Kelemar
had provided quite an extensive selection of these slaves; blood elves who had become consumed by their mana
addiction lost all their rights as citizens.�
Thus they became property of the state and were frequently sold at
auction to wealthy buyers to relieve the burden from taxpayers.� Completely unsuitable for any service, their
only use was as entertainment.� Buyers
were encouraged by the assurance that by torturing these wayward souls they
were performing a public service.� Those
who could not afford to purchase a Wretched slave for themselves
could usually rent one from one of the brothels that specialized in them.� Indeed, some of the Wretched in this room
were probably rented for the evening.�
The Wretched chamber was
smaller than either the great hall of the dining hall, but still spacious
enough to hold around twenty slaves and twice as many guests.� Some of the Wretched slaves were hung up on
the walls, manacled by their wrists and ankles.�
Others were securely chained to the floor in a variety of compromising
positions.� All were completely naked,
and all were securely restrained so that there was no risk of danger to anyone
who wished to �discipline� them.� Meloriana was not surprised to see that these slaves were
all of the highest quality, meaning that they had very little in the way of
disfigurements.� In truth, only the most
depraved Wretched became so disfigured as to barely resemble blood elves
anymore.� Most Wretched were like those
displayed here; perhaps a little skin discoloration
from their mana exposure, a hollow look to their
cheeks and eyes, frequently twitching.� Being
kept in captivity and reasonably well cared for, their mana
comsumption was somewhat limited, protecting them
from the worse deformities.� Another
common misconception was that there was no such thing as female Wretched, but
the truth was that they were merely less common than their male counterparts
due to the fact that female blood elves rarely succumbed completely to their mana addiction.
Meloriana watched a pair of ladies, one
light-blonde and the other red-haired, tormenting a male Wretched on the wall
to the right.� The red-haired lady was
dipping her fingers into a jar of mana-based salve
and then smearing the salve on his cock, stroking it so that it quickly swelled
in her hand.� The blonde lady stood
behind her watching intently, absently massaging her companion�s breasts,
making an occasional girlish giggle.� At
a whispered suggestion from her friend, the blonde lady took a mana crystal that had been carved into the shape of a
phallus and coated it with lubricant.�
She then reached between the Wretched�s legs,
parted his buttocks and began to slowly slide the mana-crystal
into the orifice there.� She repeatedly
plunged the mana-crystal dildo into his ass with a
rhythmic motion as the redhead continued to stroke his hardened cock.�
The Wretched groaned and Meloriana watched as his hazy, unfocused eyes flared with
new light, glowing intensely green as the mana from
the crystal surged through his body.�
Then the two ladies fell to his cock, both of them licking and sucking
at it, drawing the mana back out of him.� The Wretched yelled in pleasure and
frustration, obviously unable to help but enjoy the attentions to his cock, but
thoroughly dismayed at the draining of his mana.� The ladies, having drunk their fill, turned
their attention to one another now in their pleasurably intoxicated state.� They kissed sweetly, little pink tongues
darting out at each other�s mouths, their hands lightly caressing one another,
petting and fondling.�
�Meloriana looked
around for Julien, who had left her side a short time
ago.� She saw him crouched behind another
male Wretched who was chained on his hands and knees on the floor, removing one
of the mana-crystal dildos from the Wretched�s anus.� She
watched him replace the crystal with his own stiffened cock, plunging it into
the Wretched�s awaiting orifice.� He shuddered with pleasure as he drained the Wretched�s mana, bucking
forcefully.� Meloriana
could hear the Wretched�s howls of rage.�
Meloriana turned away and walked over to a
Wretched hanging on the wall opposite from where the ladies stood.� She took a jar of the mana
salve from a shelf and dipped her fingers into it.� She traced her fingers along the Wretched�s cock, which immediately began to swell.� Meloriana dipped
her fingers in the jar again and stroked the underside of the Wretched�s cock with her fingertips.� The Wretched moaned.� She glanced up to observe the anguish on his
face.� She speculated that this creature
may have been considered handsome before succumbing to his addiction.� He almost still was; his features were hollowed,
sunken, but there was no hiding the high cheekbones, the perfectly straight
nose, the girlishly long eyelashes that fluttered as she stroked his cock.� Even the patches of discolored skin did not
detract much from his overall attractiveness.�
There was no doubt he had been very expensive to acquire.�
Meloriana continued to look at his face as she
slathered his cock with the salve, watching as he furrowed his brow and
moaned.� She could practically feel his
cock throbbing in her hands now as he twitched and trembled slightly.� She took one of the mana-crystal
dildos from the shelf and examined it closely.�
It was phallic-shaped, but not particularly detailed or well
crafted.� Still, it was an item she had
not seen before and it aroused her curiosity.�
Toying with the Wretched�s cock had done much
to arouse her; her pussy was slick with her juices and was beginning to ache
faintly with desire.�
Meloriana glanced around furtively to see if
anyone was near her.� Ascertaining that
she went unnoticed she sat on the floor directly in front of the Wretched, who
seemed to be watching her curiously.� Far
from disgusting her as she would have expected, the thought of him watching her
thrilled her a little, and she spread her legs wide to
expose her glistening pussy to him.� She
thought she detected some movement in his hips but couldn�t be sure.� Tentatively she touched the mana-crystal dildo to her clitoris, drawing in a trickle of
mana as she did so.�
She gasped at the intense pleasure.�
She slid the dildo down her wet slit and slowly inserted it into her
pussy.� She drank more deeply of the mana as she thrust the phallus in and out of herself.�
Now she was certain she saw
the Wretched in front of her rocking his hips, thrusting his cock into the air
as he watched her.� Meloriana
removed the mana-crystal from her pussy and got
up.� She stood very close to the
Wretched, her body pressing lightly against his as she grasped his cock firmly
in her hand.� He moaned, straining
against his bonds to press his body closer to hers.� She stroked his cock and looked into his
pleading eyes.� Then in one, swift motion
she stuffed the mana-crystal phallus into his anus
and kissed him, sucking the mana from his mouth as he
drew it from the crystal.�
Meloriana was surprised at how hungrily he
returned her kiss, feeding his mana into her almost
as forcefully as she sucked it from him.�
She felt his cock strain and erupt in a rippling motion, his semen
spilling over her hand.� She wiped her
hand on his chest and backed away a little unsteadily, her head swimming with
the effects of the mana.� Luckily someone caught her before she fell,
steadying her in strong arms.� She felt a
light kiss on her ear and heard the Ambassador�s voice whisper to her, �I saw
how much you were enjoying the mana crystals.� Come, I have some that are much more suitable
for your use, my dark lady of the dawn.��
Meloriana allowed herself to be led away.
Ambassador Kelemar brought her out into the great hall and laid her
down, propped up on a cushion.� He signaled
to a servant, who scurried out of the hall and swiftly returned carrying an
object cushioned on a little silken pillow.�
The Ambassador took the object and held it out for Meloriana
to see.� It was another mana-crystal phallus, but this one was intricately carved
to replicate an erect cock.� She could
see the little ridge at the head, the lightly raised veins on the shaft; it was
beautiful.� She drowsily reached out a
finger to touch it.� It was perfectly
smooth.� Kelemar
was watching her intently, his eyes glowing with lust.� �Would you care to try it out?� he asked.
Meloriana nodded.�
The Ambassador smiled and spread her legs.� He probed the pink folds of her pussy with
the mana-crystal dildo, thoroughly enjoying her
little noises of pleasure.� He caressed
her belly as he slowly inserted the phallus into her pussy and drew it back out
again, speckled with little beads of moisture.�
He began thrusting the dildo in and out of her pussy, fucking her with
it as she drank in the mana.� The pleasure of feeling her pussy deliciously
filled and the steady stream of mana was almost
excruciating in its intensity.� Her
orgasm was gushing out of her before she even realized she had reached it.� She writhed and moaned, her whole body
tingling with mana.�
Ambassador Kelemar removed the phallus from her pussy and knelt
between her widely spread legs.� He
plunged his cock into her drenched pussy with a groan.� His hands roamed her body hungrily as he
thrust his cock in and out of her pussy, stroking her belly and sides, massaging
her breasts, gently pinching her nipples.�
She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him, darting her tongue
inside his mouth in time with the thrusts of his cock.� He freed his mouth from hers and bent his
head to suckle at her breasts.� He gave a
low moan as she nibbled at his ear.�
He sat up and rested her
legs on his shoulders just as Julien emerged from the
Wretched chamber, turning his head this way and that as if looking for
something.� The Ambassador waved to him
and gestured for his son to come over to him.�
Julien grinned roguishly as he spotted Meloriana lying there, moaning as the Ambassador fucked
her.� He stretched out next to her on the
cushion and explored her body with his hands.�
He stroked her breasts, her belly, felt of her
curves.� He kissed her, sucked at her
tongue and lips.� He brought his head to
her chest and suckled at her nipples, reaching down with his hand to her moist
sex.� His fingers found the swollen nub
of her clitoris and began to rub it gently.�
Meloriana could only moan as she felt herself
becoming overwhelmed with pleasure, loving the feeling of these men in her and
on her, surrounding her with pleasure.�
Waves of ecstasy washed over her as she came again.��
All the while Ambassador Kelemar continued fucking her vigorously.� His thrusts were quick and deep.� Then his frame went rigid; he plunged his
cock deep inside her as he groaned loudly, filling her sex with his spurting
cum.� He withdrew his cock from her
pussy.� Instead of having a servant
attend to him, however, he brought his cock to Meloriana�s
mouth.� Dazedly she lapped at his cock,
licking the traces of his cum and her juices from it.� She did not even notice Julien
leave her side and position himself between her legs until she felt his stiff member
part her pussy lips and thrust inside her.
The Ambassador�s cock
pressed gently against her lips and she opened her mouth to receive it.� He began to thrust his cock easily in and out
of her mouth.� Meloriana
sucked fervently at Ambassador Kelemar�s cock as he
fucked her mouth.� Julien
was thrusting his cock slowly in her, searching out her pleasure spot.� Her moans grew louder as the head of his cock
rubbed against it, though they were stifled by the Ambassador�s cock in her
mouth.� Julien
began thrusting deeply, striking her pleasure spot again and again.� He groaned in pleasure, dropping his face to
her breasts.
�Meloriana exulted in
the feeling of being filled by their cocks.�
The ecstasy of it was immeasurable.�
She could feel a mouth suckling at her nipples, hands stroking her
curves, rubbing her clit.� She could hear
their masculine groans mixing with her own cries.� She could taste the remnants of cum and her
own juices on the Ambassador�s cock in her mouth.� Every sensation filled her with pleasure.� She drew at their mana,
drinking in little trickles of it from the cocks in her mouth and pussy.� Her ecstasy burst from her in a torrent.� She screamed loud and long, her body
convulsing, and her orgasm seemed as though it might never end.� Julien withdrew his
cock from her pussy, stroking it slowly.�
He groaned his release as his cum shot out in hot splashes on her
belly.� Moments later Ambassador Kelemar took his cock from her mouth and she heard his
echoing groan as his seed spurted out across her breasts.�
She felt the Ambassador pet
her hair affectionately before leaving her side.� Julien reclined
next to her and kissed her mouth, then her cheek, and laid a trail of kisses
along the length of her ear.� �You were
spectacular,� he whispered in her ear before he, too,
left her.� A female servant approached
her and began lapping at the cum on her belly.� Meloriana gave a
sigh of contentment and languidly rubbed her breasts and belly, smearing the cum around on her skin.�
She looked the servant in the eyes and traced a line through the cum to the cleft between her legs with her index
finger.� The girl obediently began to
lick Meloriana�s pussy.� Meloriana felt the
warm little tongue delicately massaging her pink folds, soothing her, and
sighed again.� Thoroughly exhausted, she
drifted off to sleep.��
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