Undercity Training | By : renodemona Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 7407 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Steam roiled up from the confines of the small stone pool as Ventayanna peeked her head around the corner at the end of what seemed like a maze of passages. The old city of Lordaeron had many such areas not frequented by the undead but very interesting none the less. The steam that flowed through the pipes from down below heated this particular basin perfectly, the water making for a relaxing bathing experience. The Forsaken were good hosts, but the blood elf needed to clean herself a bit more often than they did.
The warlock’s pale skin glowed as her pores opened up to accept the caress of warm steam. She stretched her muscular arms and arched her back. Sometimes being rather tall for a Sindorei had its detractors, such as the feeling of having to constantly stoop in the older parts of the Undercity. The open roof of this partially collapsed bath let her stretch to her full height of 5’10”. Glancing around to make sure she was alone, Ventayanna began to slip off her simple black shoes to reveal her painted toenails. The bright orange gloss matched a different dress, the one she wore today was more simple but certainly no less complimentary of her athletic body. The deep blue linen clung to her hips and had perfect little cutouts above her small but perky chest so she could show off at least a hint of cleavage. Already the damp humidity made her clothes cling tightly to her frame, accentuating her shapely rear and long legs. With hardly more than a thought the Sindorei warlock worked her robe off, letting it pool at her feet before snatching it up and hanging it on the wall. The fading daylight and the unnatural glow of candles that should have burnt out years before made her pale skin glisten against the eerie swirl of steam rising from the small pool. Ventayanna wore a lacy black bra that wrapped her small chest tightly. Her perky breasts bounced slightly as she turned and glanced nervously around. The tall Sindorei couldn’t quite shake the feeling that she wasn’t alone, although in this city full of death she usually didn’t. Ventayanna ran her fingers down her smooth sides, pausing to feel the raised bumps of her tattoos and the soft fabric of the black thong she wore. The tiny panty had delicate bows that clung to her hips and there was barely enough material to cover her clean shaven sex. The warlock shook her head, sending her now frazzled red locks cascading over her shoulders. A quick motion of her hand drew her long fire-engine red hair back in line. “Get a hold of yourself Venta.” The image of the lean Sindorei’s pale skin almost glowing against the black of her bra and nearly non-existent panties would be more than enough to excite anyone. The rolling steam and the anticipation of what such a beautiful and less than innocent warlock might wish to do in the near nude all alone only added to the allure, and it was proving to be too much for one curious denizen of Lordaeron. Ventayanna let her smooth fingers linger at her hips as she breathed in a deep expanse of steam. The relaxing atmosphere tempted her to allow her left hand to dip under the exquisite fabric of her thong and start to trace just her fingertip along the needy outer folds of her netherlips. A soft sigh escaped the Sindorei’s lips as she felt the first twinge of satisfaction ooze through her body. Without even realizing it, Ventayanna’s back arched and her lips pursed. Her left hand remained under her delicate black thong while her right slid up her side to cup her breast. The warlock’s eyes fluttered as she felt her tiny pearl begin to harden under the teasing of her own finger, her moisture softening the tender lips of her clitoris. Ventayanna’s index finger snaked over the outer folds of her inviting sex before allowing herself the pleasure of sliding inside. Her hips twitched forward instinctively with this slight penetration. The pale skinned warlock relaxed her shoulders, savoring the sensation of her self pleasuring. Ventayanna curled her finger slowly inside herself as far as she could reach, pressing her hips forward once more to add to the sweet sensations. The warlock’s right hand gripped her pert breasts tightly and in a brief moment she felt her nipples harden through the lace of her bra. Her probing finger slid up and down as Ventayanna began to work herself gently. Her lips curled into a smile as soft sighs slipped past her glistening lips. Her green eyes half closed as she began to lose herself in the moment. A quiet whimper escaped the Sindorei as she moved her thumb to press on the needing pearl that had swelled with growing pleasure. Just as the moment seemed to be fast approaching when the luscious warlock would feel the warmth and rush of her orgasm her sharp ears alerted her to the approach of someone, or something. With more than a little frustration, Ventayanna released the grip on her breasts and pulled her slickened fingers from her unsatisfied sex. Without so much as a thought, the already aroused Sindorei brought her fingers to her lips and slowly suckled her own sweet nectar from them. As she withdrew her fingers from her glossy lips, Ventayanna shivered with renewed wanting for release. Her still half-lidded eyes peered into the gloomy light as Ventayanna struggled to push down her desire for release, yet she saw nothing. She knew something was there, moving about without revealing itself to her eyes. Her skin continued to heat with anticipation of coming pleasure. An audience for her desires betrayed Ventayanna’s body and she was losing control. Without thinking her fingers slid down her stomach and again dipped under her thong. A chill whisper of breeze ruffled her flame red hair, causing the sindorei to turn and glance about, but even as she did so her thumb teased over her sensitive nethers. She took a few steps towards the steaming, bubbling water of the heated pool. The warm water lapped at her soft ankles, inviting her in further. The warlock, still glancing around obliged the welcoming heat of her makeshift hot tub, gingerly stepping down into the basin until the churning water was up to her mid-thighs. Swift fingers reached behind her back. With a twist of her wrist the black bra unclasped. The exquisite fabric loosened slightly, yet Ventayanna’s breasts remained in their perky place. Venta swept the undergarment off her chest with care, tossing it on the stone pathway near where her robe hung. Her nipples were still pert and needy. She didn’t care if anyone saw at this point. Her body demanded release. Her fingers pinched her left nipple, twisting slowly as the rush of returning pleasure picked up where her self teasing had left off. The sindorei arched her back fully as she allowed her fingers to pull and twist her nipple without care. A whimper emerged from her lips, quivering with anticipation of the once again building climax. She stepped fully into the basin, warm water lapped up her thighs and engulfed her hips. The quick temperature change sent a chill from her excited clitoris up her whole body. Ventayanna shuddered and her mouth opened into a slack ‘O’ for a brief moment. The warlock felt the same chill breeze circle her once more. She felt a caress on her neck, moving to her bare shoulder and she sighed with pleasure as a light feminine voice whispered from the great beyond. “Don’t stop warlock, let your body keep dancing to my pleasurable whispers.” The banshee’s eerie voice electrified Ventayana. Her fingers obeyed the request as the elf felt her netherlips part and allow her index and middle finger into her honeypot. The elf’s logical mind raced, trying to regain some control and composure even as she let two fingers trace and wriggle over her inner folds. Ventayanna arched her back instinctively, pressing her hips into the pleasure. She felt the misty cold of the banshee’s hands slide over her pert nipples, twisting them with magical touch. The fiery redhead’s lips parted wide. Her throat murmured a choked ‘oooohh’ as another rush of pleasure intoxicated her. This being knew her every need. The warlock found her mind swimming in want. “Good girl, Ventayanna, let yourself go…” The words trickled into the Sindorei’s ears, soft and inviting but commanding none the less. Ventayanna resisted the urges to give in fully to this stranger more and more. Her fingers worked in and out of her wet netherlips. Each motion was met with a slight press of her hips forward, methodically driving her towards an irresistible end. The last protests of her mind were snuffed out as the warlock gulped in the pleasure and want. She removed her fingers from her excited nethers and stepped back, bending at the waist to slide her black thong down her thighs. A quick motion removed the last bit of clothing from Ventayanna’s shimmering body. She was rewarded with a cool caress from her sides down across her belly to just above her aching desire. “So very responsive to my touch, dear elf, aren’t you?” Ventayanna bit her lip as the shimmering blue and white banshee whispered into her pointed ear softly, cool fingertips traced her sides and pulled the Sindorei into the embrace. This unworldly creature was fully formed, no mere ghost to be seen but not touched. Ventayanna felt icy lips on her neck and she shivered, her hips pulsed forward with uncontrolled desire. She gently wrapped her arms around the partially ethereal woman’s shoulders, nodding in response to whispered requests. The warlock felt her hips sway gently from side to side as cold hands grasped her hips in pulled them in for an intimate dance. Music streamed into Ventayanna’s head, dark tones of piano and cello coursed through her thoughts as she rested her head against the banshee’s shoulder. The elf danced in the nude, letting her mind be filled with the music that seemed to be coming from everywhere at once. Each icy kiss on her neck and lips made her swollen nethers pulse with need. Ventayanna whispered a moan as her need for release became as much as she could bear. “P…please…I want you to let me finish, your touch is irresistible.” The Banshee forced her lips against the Sindorei’s, worming her cool tongue into the warlock’s mouth. Ventayanna sucked it instinctively, finding herself becoming used to fulfilling all this ghostly woman’s desires without even thinking. Her mind raced, the music made her feel so giving, so wanting to please and give in but at the same time needing her own orgasm, to share in an unholy climax. Suddenly she found the Banshee’s tongue withdrawn from her lips and Ventayanna whimpered, then was silenced by her lover’s pale blue finger. “You will beg me Ventayanna. I want to hear the need in your whisper. I want to see you suck your own wetness from your fingertip and still not be satisfied. I want to watch your back arch and your pretty little lips hang open with unfinished climax. I need to know you would do anything for it.” Ventayanna nodded eagerly, anything to please this blue skinned woman who promised release like she had never felt before. Without hesitation she closed her glowing eyes and let a finger run down her tummy, pausing just at the top of her inner folds. She felt her Banshee move behind her once more, cool fingertips tracing circles around her areolas. The Sindorei’s nipples became pert almost instantly. She felt her own nethers become unbearably hot; her slick wetness would not be contained within her. Ventayanna was aware just how wet she was for the first time as a trickle of her own cum teased her inner thigh. She slid two fingers into her steaming slit. The feeling broke ripples of intensity over the sindorei’s whole body. Ventayanna writhed as she began to pleasure herself quickly, not waiting to build up slowly. The pulses of her inner walls made the warlock work even quicker. She felt the same icy kisses all over her neck and back. Each kiss made her eyes flutter and a soft sigh escape her lips. The music was driving her mad, faster and faster it beat inside her head. Words spilled out of her mouth uncontrollably. She pleaded, silently yet screaming for her release. Ventayanna tasted her own sweet flavor on her lips without even recognizing that she had done so. Her hips pushed forward every time her pair of fingers worked over that growing little bud. Ventayanna hung on the edge of her most blissful release for what seemed like forever yet must have been only a moment. Then out of the pounding music she heard just a quiet whisper. “Cum for me.” With that oh so simple phrase, not demanding in tone but powerful in force, Ventayanna felt her inner nethers pulse with constricting power around her working fingers within. She threw her head back, sending long locks of her crimson hair flowing in the breeze. She cried out, a long slow epic groan of satisfaction. The wave of pleasure overcame even her balance as the sindorei sank to her knees shuddering with each successive blast of orgasm. Slowly, the music faded. Ventayanna was left quivering on her knees to revel in the afterglow of her experience. The banshee was gone, with no trace left behind. As Ventayanna’s mind finally regained some sense of normalcy she wondered just what had happened to her. Perhaps she would never know, but the still lingering afterglow from her pleasure would remain for a long time. 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