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Diplomacy	By : Redfields Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 22431 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It had all started several months ago, when an ornate and beautifully calligraphied letter had landed on Jaina’s desk. It read:

“Dearest Lady Proudmoore.

My heartfelt greetings to you. I am Tyrande Whisperwind, High Priestess of Elune and leader of the Kaldorei. It is my most fervent wish, and that of my advisors and my people, that we have closer ties with you and your nation. An alliance, not merely of mutual benefit, but of deepest friendship as well.
I greatly anticipate your response.

Sincerely,

Tyrande Whisperwind of Darnassus.”

That letter had set in motion of flurry of correspondence arranging a diplomatic visit by the Night Elves and led by Lady Whisperwind herself. The details were rather tricky, since humans are diurnal and Night Elves are nocturnal. Most of the meetings would have to happen around dinner and breakfast. As the Night Elves were travelling to Theramore, they had agreed to the humans meals (dinner at nightfall, breakfast in the morning). Jaina ensured a number of staff would be awake through each night the Kaldorei were present, should they require anything.

Finally, the day came when the Night Elves arrived. Tyrande led a small contingent of guards, along with a handful of diplomats, all women. None more were needed, as this visit was more ceremonial than anything else. Details would be hammered out over future visits.

The Night Elves had slept on the ship, awakening just before they arrived. Jaina greeted them formally, then led them up the road to the keep, where a large feast had just been prepared. It was not an incredibly large room, or packed with people, but the hustle and bustle of cooks and servers moving around kept the room buzzing with sound and movement.

Leaning over, Jaina quietly said to Tyrande “You know, I really should have come to Darnassus first. I could have set up a portal that would allow much easier travel between us.”

Tyrande smiled politely before responding “You’ll have to excuse us. We’re still rather wary of arcane magic since the Quel’Dorei left. Perhaps in time we will learn to accept it.” She paused, then continued, softer. “I am hoping that our association with Theramore may speed that process up a bit.”

She reached into bag, and pulled out an object, presenting it to Jaina. “In that vein, here is a gift.” She smiled and chuckled. “To be honest, we don’t really know what it is, other than it is quite magical. We’re hoping you could make better use of it.”

Jaina held the object in her hand. Roughly the size of two fists, it would have been spherical were it not for the many crystals protruding from its surface. It had a faint glowing line running around its equator, almost as if ready to break into two halves. The mage stared at it, concentrating intently.

“Hmmmm …” she murmured.

“Do you know what it is?” Tyrande asked.

“Possibly …” her voice trailed off again. Finally, she placed it back in Tyrande’s hand, but didn’t removed her own from the top.

“Concentrate very hard on this.” The mage instructed the priestess.

Tyrande quirked an eyebrow at Jaina, but then did as Jaina instructed, staring at the odd object in her hand. After a long moment, the line around the outside grew brighter. Brighter still, before the object split in two with a loud crack.

Tyrande jumped, nearly dropping the object. Voices in the hall stopped dead, and everyone stared at the head duo, the humans with curiosity but the Night Elves with suspicion.

“Oh, good. It worked.” Jaina said cheerfully. She held her half in her hand, a small projection of Tyrande above it.

“What is that?” The priestess asked. Her own half had a small projection of Jaina above it.

“It’s a Speaking Rock – a communications device. We’ve attuned it to ourselves. While we’re both holding a half, we can see and hear each other. If one of us holds it and the other doesn’t, the unheld half glows, letting us know the other has a message.” Jaina explained.

Tyrande held hers gingerly, then noticed the leery looks her country-woman were giving the object. She stood up to address them.

“Well, it seems our calligraphers will soon need to find other work. This will make future conversations and arrangements much easier. Thank you, Jaina.” She nodded at the mage, then sat back down.

“You’re quite welcome.” Jaina replied. The voices in the room started back up. “By the way, I haven’t seen Furion yet. Is he not coming?”

“My beloved has gone back to the dream to tend to it.” Tyrande replied. “It is the way of our men to leave the important duties to the women.” She chuckled. “But what of you? Have you a special man we should have met?”

Jaina looked … not sad, but perhaps bittersweet. “None, I’m afraid. My last relationship started well, but ended terribly. I think I’d much prefer women from now on.”

Tyrande nearly dropped her fork. “Truly?”

“Yes.” Jaina replied simply, then her eyes widened in horror “Is that forbidden in Night Elf society?”

“Not at all” Tyrande assured her. “In fact, some of the priestesses of Elune have found much happiness with each other. It’s just that there are probably some among my contingent who would be delighted to hear that.”

“Really?” Jaina asked, pleasantly surprised. She looked over the room again, paying special attention to her guests. They were all certainly a beautiful, lithe people, and she was sure she would enjoy a night in bed with any of them. Still, it wouldn’t do to give the impression to the entire Night Elf delegation that the leader of Theramore would simply hop into bed at the slightest provocation, so she returned her attentions to the last bits of her meal.

Dessert had been served, and the evening was winding down. Tyrande leaned over and very quietly said “perhaps we could engage in some … personal diplomacy in your chambers.”

Jaina’s heart beat faster, but she kept her cool. “I think that would be a fine idea. A small step to bringing our nations together.”

Tyrande nodded, then stood up, addressing the room. “Thank you, Lady Proudmoore, and the rest of you wonderful Theramorans. This has been a delightful introduction, and an absolutely delicious feast. Kaldorei, I trust you can find your way to the rooms provided for you. I will be spending some time with Lady Proudmoore this evening to get a head start on the finer details of our future meetings. But I would like to raise a final toast. To Theramoore!”

Jaina quickly stood up, adding a simple. “To Darnassus, and our esteemed guests.” Everyone raised their glasses a second time, and then dispersed.

Tyrande took Jaina’s arm as the blonde led them through some passages, up a few flights of stairs, and finally to a large but simple chamber that served as Jaina’s bedroom. The doors had barely closed before Tyrande simply picked Jaina up into a passionate kiss. It was easy to forget that their lithe but tall frames hid enormous strength. Jaina responded by wrapping her arms around Tyrande’s neck and her legs around Tyrande’s waist. The night elf carried her to the large bed, turning slightly so they could tumbled side by side onto it.

Tyrande broke the kiss “My, I’m glad I read that right.”

“Mmm, yes. Now, let’s get you out of those clothes.”

It was a simple matter for Tyrande to doff her thick white dress, revealing nothing underneath.

“A woman after my own heart.” Jaina commented as she grabbed the hem of her mage’s dress and lifted it over her head, revealing nothing underneath as well.

“Naughty girl.” Tyrande said with a salacious wink.

“You don’t know the half of it.” Jaina replied, crawling back over to Tyrande. Instead of resuming their kiss, she went a little lower, burying her head in the elf’s voluptuous cleavage. The disparity in height put their groins at the same level. Jaina began grinding her hips on the other woman, rubbing their clits together and eliciting several long moans from the beautiful Kaldorei.

Those moans filled Jaina’s ears, mixing with the sloppy sounds of her suckling on the elf’s teats, trying to fit as much of the large breasts into her mouth as she could. There were also the wet sounds of their nethers sliding together as their clits sent shockwaves of pleasure through their bodies.

While loathe to cease her ministrations on Tyrande’s breasts, Jaina desired the Night Elf’s sweet tenderness. She slid lower on the bed, almost sliding off it completely before she came to the delightful treat she so craved. She took a long lick deep into Tyrande’s pussy, felt hands pushing her back in. Her tongue delved deep again.

Her fingers were not idle. While one hand propped her up, the other slipped under the Night Elf, aiming for her delicate pucker. Two fingers slid inside, a loud groan coming from Tyrande. “You … know … what I … like” the priestess got out between pants as the fingers started pistoning into her beautiful rear end. Jaina’s tongue had moved up to her clit, brushing across it before alternating between biting that wonderful spot and taking deep licks of her delicious pussy.

The human kept at it for a while, wondering how long the Night Elf could last. Surely she’d be ready to blow at any moment. Just as Jaina was starting to tire, Tyrande began moaning. Summoning the last vestiges of her energy, Jaina picked up the pace.

“Yes! That’s it! There! There!” Tyrande cried, her orgasm coming up quickly. It overtook her as Jaina wedged three fingers up her rear, her pussy gushing juice into the waiting blonde’s mouth. Her body shook, quivering in ecstasy as her climax tore through her, leaving her helpless to the continuing pleasure Jaina inflicted upon her. Under the blonde’s torturous ministrations, her orgasm stretched onwards, her mind shrinking to the twin sensations of pure pleasure in her pussy and ass.

It eventually subsided, leaving Tyrande a panting, sweaty heap of limbs on the bed. Her vision, blurred during her tremendous orgasm, gradually focused on the face looming above her as Jaina closed in for a kiss. Tyrande closed her eyes, enjoying the soft feel of the blonde’s lips for a second time. She lay in a blissful state of exhausted relaxation, too tired to even hold the other woman.

Jaina rolled off to lie beside the Night Elf. “I don’t think I can move.” Tyrande said tiredly.

The mage just pondered for a second, then slowly got out of bed. She took a tincture from her desk, silvery but partly clear. Bubbles of light seemed to form in it. Jaina took it back to bed. She poured some into her mouth, but didn’t swallow. Instead, she leaned into kiss Tyrande again, letting some of the fluid spill into the Night elf’s mouth. Both swallowed the magic potion while their tongues intertwined.

Jaina pulled away again. “So?” she asked.

“Wow!” Tyrande responded, suddenly rejuvenated. And quite horny, as well. “That’s got a lot of energy in it. And something more, if I’m not mistaken.” She added slyly.

Jaina grinned back. “I told you that you don’t know the half of it.”

“Then perhaps it’s time for another gift.” Tyrande responded, getting out of bed. She reached into a bag she had brought and pulled out a fake phallus, attached to some flat leather cords. Among people who admitted it existed, it was commonly called a strapon. She stepped into the straps, pulling it up and adjusting them as she walked back over to the bed. Jaina looked on in anticipation, lust written all over her face.

As Tyrande clambered onto the bed, the mage flailed one hand to the side, quickly grabbing a jar. She dipped her other hand inside, grabbing a handful of a jelly-like substance. Spreading her legs up and wide, she rubbed the substance up and down her crack, then stuck some fingers in her puckered rosebud before patting her bottom. “In here, if you please.” She said, putting the jar back on the nightstand.

“Oh, I please very much.” Tyrande responded, pressing the tip of her cock against Jaina’s butthole. She lifted the blonde’s ankles to her shoulders and pushed in slowly, piercing the mage’s ass with all 10 inches of her strapon. Jaina was nearly folded in half, her hips straining as they were bent back, back further as Tyrande leaned forward. Any pain in her hips was overwhelmed by the pleasure from her bowels, so wonderfully filled by Tyrande’s gift.

The Night Elf began thrusting, relishing the feel of the human underneath her, the thought of Jaina’s tight hole spreading wide to accept her cock, her guts shoved aside roughly to accommodate such a massive insertion. Tyrande began picking up the pace, and was soon rapidly pounding of Jaina’ beautiful bottom. Again and again, the cock tore through her rectum as Tyrande buried it deep in Jaina’s intestines, only to swiftly pull out and slam back in.

Their hips slapped violently together as Tyrande reamed the mage’s back door, ploughing into her over and over again. Pleasure began to consume Jaina, rendering her helpless under Tyrande relentless assault. The Night Elf, determined to repay the human for the tremendous orgasm she’d given her earlier that evening, devoted herself towards using all of her replenished energy to do so.

Jaina was reduced to a quivering mass, continually moaning in pleasure as her tight tunnel was stretched wide and deep, expertly pleasured by Tyrande’s skilled thrusts. A titanic orgasm built within her, a feeling that started in her toes, rising quickly up her legs before exploding out of her. Her pussy gushed cum, coating both their bodies. A wail, muffled by the Night elf’s breasts hanging in her face, tore out of Jaina’s throat, her body unable to contain the ecstasy contained inside.

Tyrande kept pounding into her, prolonging the pleasure, driving it onwards, deeper, more intense. Her pussy would not stop gushing cum, her wails only interrupted by the need for air. Her climax continued unabated, growing even more. Jaina’s consciousness shrunk down to the burning ember of ecstasy that was her ass, flared brightly, then winked out.

The mage’s body went limp beneath Tyrande. It took the Night Elf a moment to realize it, so caught up was she in her efforts. She gradually slowed down her pace, eventually thrusting in one last time and then just laying there, relishing her handiwork. She really had just ploughed the girl into unconsciousness.

After a few moments to recover, she undid the straps on her fake cock, then pulled away, leaving it embedded in the slumbering girl’s delectable derriere. Jaina’s legs flopped back down, revealing a cum-covered body. Now that was a sight she’s enjoy for a while. If only there was a way …

Wait a minute, there was! Grabbing the Speaking Rocks, Tyrande placed one in Jaina’s hand before covering up the sleeping mage with the sheets on the bed. She checked her Rock, a small image of Jaina projected above it. The image was naked, the strapon buried in her ass showing, but the sheet that covered her invisible. Interesting. Well, at least she’d have something to masturbate to. Several times throughout the night.
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