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To Steal from Karazhan	By : Rathian_Heart Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-To Steal from Karazhan
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The halls of Karazhan were silent. Legend had said that the echoes of the past could be heard though the ivory tower. Today, however, the former tower of Medivh was deathly quiet. Everywhere, but the guest chambers.

Zaphiel slowly crept through the empty guest chambers, once controlled by the Maiden of Virtue and, strangely, her concubine and night mistress minions. Despite the halls of Karazhan being empty, Zaphiel remained steathed out of force of habit. She wandered the halls, her Netherblade Shoulderpads leaving an almost eerie black trail of smoke behind her. Her rogue instincts had brought her to the abandoned tower in search of whatever treasures it might still hold that adventures had skipped over in their mad dash for “phat lewtz.”

The rogue smiled underneath her Helm of Assassination, her bright silver eyes gleaming as she approached a dresser and silently opened it. It coughed a cloud of dust that Zaphiel unfortunately took in and began coughing from. She paused, her muscles tightening underneath her form-fitting Netherblade armor. Seconds felt like days as the rogue judged whether or not anyone could have heard her. When she was certain she heard no echoing footsteps, Zaphiel returned her attention to the open drawer and began to rifle through it as quietly as she could.

Unfortunately for Zaphiel, someone had heard her. The sound of the rogue’s rummaging echoed loudly through the empty halls and muffled the sound of a mage’s robe fluttering across the dusty floor.

“What do we have here? A thief?” An arrogant female’s voice echoed in the doorway behind Zaphiel.

Zaphiel spun around and her eyes widened, their glowing silver almost hiding the dusty tone of her skin and the light purple slash tattoos on each eye. The rogue knew that she was caught and instinctively reached into a small pouch on her belt to grab a pinch of vanishing powder.

The mage simply smirked and shook her head. “We can’t have any of that,” she mocked as she raised her hand. In a flash, Zaphiel had transformed from a Night Elf into a small sheep that seemed to retain little of her original personality as it wandered around the room aimlessly.

“So, you’ve come to steal some of my treasure, have you?” The mage asked rhetorically. She pulled the hood of her robe back and shook her light red hair out. “I do believe that’s a crime, and crimes do have their punishments. But what kind of punishment should befit such an attractive Night Elf.”

The human mage lifted her hand again and refreshed the Polymorph spell, then leaned her head into her hand and she idly played with her lip piercing. She grinned evilly as she tugged on her piercing slightly. “I believe I’ve got it. It’s lonely here in the tower at times, and it has been quite a while since I’ve had any form of company.”

The mage again refreshed her Polymorph spell and began to loosen her robes to reveal she was dressed only in thigh high Black Mageweave Leggings. She moaned softly as she reached between her legs and rubbed her somewhat bulging crotch.

“Do you know what this is, my little thief?” The mage smirked, “Of course you do, how silly of me…”

The mage again refreshed her Polymorph and lowered her panties, moaning as her semi-aroused penis flopped out. She moaned and began to swiftly stroke herself to her full length of seven inches before lifting the transformed Zaphiel into the air. The mage laughed as the sheep instinctively thrashed about in an attempt to escape but the mage held her grip.

“Oh, you’re not getting away until I say you do.”

Zaphiel felt herself being lowered back onto the ground, and yet she also felt herself being pinned down. The next thing Zaphiel knew, she was baaing in agony as she felt her captor’s massive cock pierce her ass.

“Mmm, fuck, you’re tight,” the mage moan loudly as she began to roughly sodomized the transformed rogue.

The mage continued to pound away at her captive’s ass, moaning loudly all the while. After a few moments, however, the mage’s Polymorph spell ended and Zaphiel panted and moaned hotly she felt her captor’s cock no longer pounding away at her back door but was instead thrusting away at the tight, almost silky leather material of her Netherblade Breeches. Zaphiel silently cursed the natural groove between her toned ass cheeks the tight material made, although she would still be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying her captor’s dry fucking.

Zaphiel’s captor ceased her dry humping only momentarily and shook her head in disappointment. “Oh, now where’s the fun in this?” she mocked as she reached underneath Zaphiel, and began to undo her belt and pull her pants off slowly to reveal the rogue’s perfectly shaped, dusky gray rear.

Deciding that it was worth running back to Stormwind City with her bare ass exposed, Zaphiel took this as a chance to make a break for it. Instead, her captor grabbed a hold of Zaphiel’s long, silver hair and pulled back roughly. Zaphiel groaned in pain and was forced back.

“Tsk tsk,” the mage scolded. “I wouldn’t want you running away just yet, now would I? And how unfortunate for you too, because I was about to spare this beautiful ass of yours a fucking.”

“Please,” Zaphiel begged, “Why are you doing this to me?”

The mage smirked and yanked back on the Night Elf’s hair. “Why?” she sneered, “Shall we ignore the fact that I caught you stealing from me? Regardless, like I said, it’s been so very long since I’ve had any sort of company and it would be such a waste of a tight Night Elf ass to just let you go.”

Zaphiel attempted to suppress a moan as the mage referred to her as nothing more than a mere sex toy. Her dusty gray skin tinted only a faint pink as she could feel her juices slowly sliding down her thighs and her pussy aching for her captor’s thick tool.

Her captor laughed as she brought her hand down hard against Zaphiel toned butt and Zaphiel yelped in surprise. “How interesting,” the mage mocked, “Are you actually becoming aroused my little thief? Answer me slut!”

Zaphiel moan in slight pain as she felt the mage pull her hair back tightly once again. “Yes! I love this, please, use me like a toy!” Zaphiel begged, her voice muffled slightly by her helm.

The mage laughed cruelly as she spread the Night Elf’s ass cheeks and moaned loudly as she began to push her thick meat into Zaphiel’s puckered anus. “Oh,” she cooed, “You’re even tighter in this form.”

Zaphiel’s eyes clenched and she bit her lip in hopes of dulling the pain of her ass being stretched, thinking nothing of how aroused she was at the thought of losing her anal virginity to such an impressive cock. She let out a long, low moan as she felt her captive’s penis stretch her ass to its fullest and her balls finally tap against her gushing snatch.

Her captive panted hotly as she allowed Zaphiel’s ass to become accustomed to her size, relishing in her new slave’s tightness and the pleasurablt heat of her ass. She reached up and pulled a lock of hair out of her eyes and tightened her grip around Zaphiel’s hips. She very slowly began to withdraw her penis, eliciting a low groan from Zaphiel until only the head of her cock was in the Night Elf’s ass. The mage grinned wickedly, listening to Zaphiel’s low moans and her breath coming out in short pants.

Not waiting for any sign that the Night Elf was prepared, the mage thrust forward and buried the length of her cock in Zaphiel’s ass. Zaphiel groaned in pain as she felt like her ass was going to be ripped apart. Her captor showed little for Zaphiel’s agony as she pulled her cock back and repeated her hard thrusts. Zaphiel continued to groan and instinctively attempted to pull away from her vicious raping. The mage held her hips firmly, preventing the Night Elf from escaping and merely resulting in her captor’s cock ramming her ass harder.

“So good,” the mage mewled as she continued to viciously sodomize her slave. “Your ass is so tight, so warm. It’s been so long since I’ve had a fuck this good, slave.”

Zaphiel merely whimpered and moaned in pain. Slowly she began to get used to the searing pain in her ass, her pussy juice flowing like a torrent down her muscled thighs. She cursed herself for enjoying her brutal sodomizing and humiliation as much as she did and felt her rolling her hips against her captor’s against her will. Moments later, Zaphiel heard her captive moan loudly and she gasped as she felt the mage’s hot, thick cum flood her bowels. The rogue’s breath came out in ragged gasps and she mewled as despite her captor having achieved orgasm, she continued to spear Zaphiel’s ass. The room echoed with the sound of her cock squishing against the quantity of cum in Zaphiel’s ass.

“Not bad slut,” the mage panted as her cock wetly popped free of its anal sheath, “But you’re hardly finished.”

The mage stepped away from Zaphiel, laughing as the rogue again attempted to scurry away out of instinct. Zaphiel gasped in surprise as she suddenly felt an unbearable cold around her body and glanced down to see that her limbs had been frozen in ice. She looked up and was greeted with an up close view of her captor’s semi-limp penis and felt herself blush again as it was slicked with a faint white film and still slowly dripping cum.

Zaphiel’s captor leered down upon her. “Is this the first time you’ve even seen a cock, you dirty slut? How would you like to suck it?”

Zaphiel could only blush. She was about to nod her head but gasped as she felt her captor rip her helm off and pinch her nose tightly, forcing Zaphiel to open her mouth. The moment she did, the mage thrust her slicked cock forward and moaned loudly as she invaded the Night Elf’s moist maw.

The Night Elf rogue gagged as she felt the mage’s penis slam against the back of her throat. Her mouth twisted in revulsion, barely able to stomach the mixed taste of her captor’s bitter cum and her own ass. Zaphiel was unable to accustom herself to the taste, however, as the mage began to slowly force her cock further down Zaphiel’s throat while all the while moaning as Zaphiel’s gag reflex massaged her penis.

The mage held the Night Elf’s silver hair tightly, moaning softly as she allowed her prisoner’s gag reflex to calm down the slightest bit before withdrawing her cock and slamming it back into Zaphiel’s open mouth. Her captive gagged and groaned around the mage’s rough treatment of her mouth and gave a slight squeak each time the mage’s testicles slapped against her chin.

Zaphiel’s breath came in ragged pants around the mage’s cock as she was forced to take in quick gulps of fresh air in between intakes of the musky scent of her captor’s groin. She no longer thought about escaping. As the mage fucked her face, treating it as just another hole, Zaphiel discovered how she enjoyed being used and degraded as nothing more than a sex toy. She reached her hand back and moaned loudly around the mage’s thick cock as she began to swiftly rub her dripping snatch.

“What a dirty slut,” the mage mocked as the squishy sounds of Zaphiel rubbing and fingering her pussy joined with her muffled moaning and the slapping of skin against skin. “Pretending to run away only to be punished and then willingly masturbating from it. Could you be a nympho, my little thief?”

The mage’s words meant little to Zaphiel. She continued to viciously rub her cunt and began to bob her head in time with the mage’s rough thrusts. The rogue whimpered around the thick invader as she felt the mage’s hands release their grip on her hair, but they were quickly replaced on the sides of her head. Zaphiel looked up at her captor, her silver eyes glowing in absolute pleasure as she felt her head being pulled down harder on the mage’s cock.

Almost as quickly as the mage had moved her hands, she roughly pulled Zaphiel off of her cock and began cumming on her face. Instinctively, Zaphiel shut her eyes and mewled as she felt the thick, warm ropes of cum splatter against her face. When she opened her eyes, she saw her captor smirking down at her and of her own will opened her mouth and took her cock back into her mouth. Zaphiel’s slurping and sucking echoed loudly as she cleaned the mage’s cock of the cum that had dribbled down its length and sucked the last dredges of her orgasm from the mage’s shaft.

The mage moaned loudly, grinning evilly at the thought of having broken the Night Elf. Then, a wicked thought crossed her mind. “Tell me slave, do you have any intention of stealing from me again?”

Zaphiel panted as she pulled away from the mage’s groin, her hand still swiftly stroking the wet phallus. “Only if, only if you’ll punish me again,” she panted.

“Then you shall be my slave,” the mage laughed cruelly. “You will live in Karazhan as though it were your home and pleasure me whenever I see fit.”

Zaphiel’s face lit up as she was given her new profession. Without warning, she leapt up and grabbed the mage tightly, forcefully kissing her. The mage simply smirked and grabbed the Night Elf’s toned ass and returned the kiss, forcing her tongue into the Night Elf’s mouth. She swirled her tongue around the rogue’s mouth, collecting the last traces of her own cum before she felt Zaphiel’s tongue playing with her own.

“Well now, if you’re wanting to put that tongue of yours to use,” The mage sneered as she pushed Zaphiel away and sent her on her back. “Then it’ll be to lick your mistress.”

Zaphiel smiled, expecting once again to have her new mistress’s long cock again filling her mouth. Instead, Zaphiel saw the mage squatting above her face and shoving her soft, pale ass cheeks against the Night Elf’s mouth. She groaned as her mistress began to grind her ass against her face, gasping as her nose rubbed against her asshole.

“Well, slave? I said lick me!”

Zaphiel hesitated for a moment as her rational thought competed with her sheer lust at how vile the thought of licking another’s asshole was. The mage’s eyes narrowed at her slave hesitation and she leaned forward slightly. She roughly gripped Zaphiel’s medium-sized breasts and twisted them as much as her skin-tight Netherblade Chestpiece would allow. Zaphiel yelped loudly and gasped as her mistress pressed her ass against her open mouth.

Defeated, Zaphiel extended her wet tongue and licked. She expected to be completely and totally revolted, and unable to stomach another lick. Instead, there was only a very faint foul taste to her mistress’s asshole and Zaphiel licked again. She heard her mistress moan softly as her tongue danced around her rosebud, the taste slowly becoming the furthest thing from her mind.

“Shove your tongue up there, slave. Really eat my ass out,” the mage commanded.

Zaphiel swallowed hard as she pressed her tongue against the mage’s puckered anus. She was met with some resistance at first but slowly managed to force her tongue into her mistress’s butt. She gagged only slightly as the taste within her ass was stronger than what traces were on her asshole. She breathed deeply and began to slowly thrust her tongue, determined to hit every last inch of her mistress’ anal cavity as she could.

The mage moaned as her slave tongue fucked her. For an amateur, she isn’t that bad the mage thought. She continued to moan softly, bouncing only slightly on Zaphiel’s face as her hand idly began to rub the head of her cock. The mage panted, her dripping pre-cum slicking up the head of her cock and further pleasuring her. She panted as she felt Zaphiel begin to establish a rhythm, slowly withdrawing her tongue and then jabbing it forward and would alternate each thrust of her tongue.

Zaphiel groaned and panted, gasping for breath slightly each time her mistress’s slightly jiggling ass cheeks came down on her face and forced her tongue just slightly deeper. She continued to tongue her mistress’s butt, moaning when she felt the underside of her mistress’s balls gently slap against her chin. Soon after, Zaphiel moaned as her mistress sat on her face hard and groaned when she felt her asshole tighten around Zaphiel’s tongue. The mage moaned loudly as her cum spurted out, thin ropes splattering on the jet-black leather of her chestpiece.

The mage’s breath came out in short, ragged pants as she stood up, her flaccid and dripping cock slapping wetly against her thigh. She smirked down at Zaphiel who was panting softly as she smeared her mistress’s cum across her leather-covered breasts.

“Impressive, slave. I have a feeling you’ll become a very pleasurable little fuck toy. For the moment however, clean yourself up and make yourself at home. I’ll have more suitable clothing prepared for you. Until then, the most you’re allowed to wear is your chestpiece, gloves and boots. I want your holes ready for the next time I’m in need of servicing.”
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