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Fixation	By : Kitsunami Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 22373 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This story started as a collaboration between myself and a dear friend, Vixeyn. The first few chapters were completed and posted under her profile on adult-fanfiction.org until events out of our control stepped in to distract us from continuing. I wish to dust off this story, as it was both very fun to write and a smash hit on AFF. Sadly, Vixeyn will no longer be writing with me. Her presence in the creative process will be sorely missed, but her presence should remain in the story. I promise to do my best not to post any chapters that do not meet the bar (a very high one, I might add) we set with those first chapters.

You may also be wondering why this story had to be re-uploaded. Well, the answer is simple. The moderators here at AFF, whom I have nothing pleasant to say about any longer, came to the conclusion (a false one) that I was under 18 when I created the profile. Deleting the entire account and it's content, but inviting me back to re-upload my work. I can scarcely say that sounded appealing, yet here we are. In an unrelated topic, I would like to take this moment to advertise Hentai-Foundry.com. An excellent place to share works of fanfiction or fanart, where this story is also hosted.

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 secretly craved 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. 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.
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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