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Lady and King	By : maldita Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 15160 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Stormwind Castle
Stormwind
Alliance Territory

Lyral woke slowly, aware of a familiar languid satiation in her limbs that signified a night very well spent. She sensed Drienne sleeping beside her, and felt supremely content with life in general. She felt soft light warming her naked skin, luxurious sheets under her body, and a delicious ache at the apex of her thighs. She smiled and stretched, arching her spine and spreading her legs. She ran a lazy hand over her breast and down her stomach until her fingers could play with the sticky wetness at her quim, gently fucking herself and rubbing at her clit. She purred happily, squirming, her mind wandering nowhere at all. She brought her other hand to her mouth, sucking on her fingers and tasting—

A man’s seed.

Varian Wrynn’s seed.

Lyral’s eyes snapped open and her whole body froze in realization: Sunwell’s Grace she was in the King of Stormwind’s bed! She was—he had—

Well, he’d fucked her—all three of them, in fact—quite thoroughly the night before. She remembered everything. Oh…

“Don’t stop now, watching you is much more pleasant than reading this report.”

Lyral gasped in surprise and sat up. King Wrynn sat at a table laden with a generous repast, an open scroll on his knee while his Lady sat beside him nibbling on a red cherry. He was barefoot and bare-chested, his trousers unfastened and loose around his hips. Power and virility emanated from him in waves despite the lack of armor but were more tempered today—the violent near-animalistic lust that fueled the previous night was gone. Or at least well hidden behind an amiable countenance that Lyral had never before seen in the monarch’s face.

“Good morning,” Lyral said, wishing her voice did not sound so tremulous as it did. After all, the man might seem to be in a good mood right now, but she would be a fool to forget that he could kill her with a flick of one wrist. She did not replace her hand on her sex, but neither did she close her legs.

He liked to look, and Lyral knew she made a very pretty showing, with a thin, tight slit and a small neat patch of red hair above it. Perhaps looking would make him less likely to kill them. He’d liked it well enough last night after all, fucking her so vigorously she had to brace both arms against the headboard while beside them his Lady and Drienne sucked and licked at each other’s cunts.

And, oh, just remembering it—the feel of his long, thick cock pumping in and out of her—the two orgasms she had on it that time… now Lyral blushed as she felt herself begin to ache and grow wet in front their amused eyes.

“Good morning, Lyral,” his Lady—Lyral did not know her name—said. “And Drienne.”

Beside her Drienne stirred, then bolted upright with a gasp, long black hair a mess around her head.

“Do not be alarmed,” the Lady continued, “both of you are quite safe—as long as you remain in this room.” She took a platter of fruit and walked to the bed. She was only wearing a sheer white robe, unbelted and hanging loose around her body, complementing her blonde coloring and framing her generous breasts and naked quim very well.

She put the platter on the bed. Lyral bit her lip in indecision and glanced at the King under her lashes. He had returned to reading his scroll and was not even paying them any mind. She really shouldn’t, but the fruit did look so appetizing…

She took a peach slice.

“Lyral!” Drienne hissed, tugging on a long lock of red hair.

“But I’m hungry,” Lyral pouted, and quickly ate the peach. “I don’t think he’s going to poison us, you know,” she added in Thalassian.

“Indeed I won’t,” King Wrynn replied, also in Thalassian. “I typically prefer more direct methods of dealing with enemies sitting naked in my bed.”

Lyral flushed. “Oh, you speak our language?” she asked sheepishly, reverting back to Common.

“One of my oldest friends is a blood elf.”

“That’s right, I think I have heard something about that,” Lyral said, “but I always thought it was only a rumor. I don’t pay much attention to Alliance lore.”

Drienne groaned, “I cannot believe you are sitting there chatting with the leader of the Alliance.” She gave up and grabbed a grape. “I feel like a traitor,” she sighed as she chewed.

Lyral rolled her eyes. “Please, as if you weren’t screaming yourself hoarse on his cock just hours ago.”

Drienne turned red and threw a cherry at her head.

The lady—Lyral really needed to ask her name—hummed in amusement. “You may think of this room as neutral territory. Wrynn has ordered no servant to enter until the morrow, and the castle denizens are too busy setting things to right to bother us. You are free to go whenever you wish.”

“Oh,” she and Drienne said together.

Lyral bit her lip and knew without looking that Drienne was equally as uncertain. Last night was just so… so wonderful that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to leave now when she could spend another day playing with these two so very unique humans.

The King of Stormwind and his Lady! It was too fantastical to be believed. She exchanged a look with Drienne, who nodded.

Smiling, Lyral leaned toward the Lady and shyly touched a finger to her breast, lightly circling a pink aureole. “May we stay for the night? We promise to leave before first light.”

The Lady’s lush lips curved and she met Lyral for a kiss, their tongues moving slickly against each other. Lyral quietly moaned. This human woman certainly knew what she was about. One would think she’d had centuries to perfect her skills…

The Lady drew away and Lyral saw that Drienne had pressed herself at the Lady’s back and was kissing her neck and fondling her breasts. Lyral could understand Drienne’s fascination with them: neither had the Lady’s full figure and Lyral couldn’t help but be slightly jealous. It was very rare for a Blood Elf to be so endowed.

In fact there was only one that Lyral could remember… and, well, she wasn’t an elf anymore, either.

“You should approach Wrynn with the question,” the Lady suggested as Drienne drew her down to the bed. “I’m certain you can convince him if you try.”

Lyral watched as they kissed and caressed, the black and blonde of their hair a stark and pretty contrast against each other. Uncertainly she looked at the King and saw that he now had a ledger open, a steaming mug in hand as he studied it.

“I’m not so sure,” Lyral whispered, “he looks busy.”

The Lady glanced at him for a moment, then quirked a brow at Lyral. “It’s nothing important; he’ll be grateful for the distraction.” She waved a hand, urging her on lazily. “Go.” Then she did something complicated with her legs and had Drienne moaning in lust.

Lyral stood, reminding herself that she was a veteran soldier and not some green fledgling, gathered her courage and crossed the distance to the table. But once at his side she didn’t know what to do… should she just ask outright? Lyral bit her lip as she considered the solid muscles of his arms, his wide chest, his scars… and oh, the power that he wielded, and how he held her down last night as he fucked her…

She felt her nipples harden and peak, her breaths coming fast and deep, the ache between her legs intensified but her mouth felt dry… she didn’t know what to say, how to—

Oh.

She blinked and looked down. He’d put away the ledger—she didn’t even notice—and was now lightly palming the inside of her thigh where it had grown wet from her remembering. His hand looked so brown and large against the whiteness of her skin; it made her dizzy with lust.

He casually took a sip of his drink even as one finger dipped inside her folds. Lyral whimpered.

“You needn’t be so nervous, little priest,” he said, amused, as he rubbed inside her. “Do you and your sister want to stay here today?”

“Ye—yes,” she gasped. He’d spread her labia and Lyral knew he was looking at how the color of her exposed clit matched the color of her pubic hair. “Please.”

He hummed, noncommittal. “You are very pretty,” he murmured, and rubbed the swollen nub. Not too hard, just enough to—

With a small cry Lyral orgasmed, her eyes closing and knees finally buckling. She felt him catch her and sit her on the table, gently spreading her legs.

Breathing deep, she put a hand to her wet cunt, feeling it tremble under her fingertips. Through slitted eyes she watched as the King sat back in his chair, his gaze intent on her naked body.

“May we?” she asked, confident now in his desire for her. She leisurely stroked her breast—not large and full, but pert and a pleasing handful, she thought. “We want to.” Lyral frowned, wishing her voice was more like his Lady’s, seductive and lilting, instead of high and breathy. She sounded like a child.

“Come,” he said, putting down his drink, “and show me how much.”

Lyral smiled and eagerly reached for him, placing her knees outside his and meeting his mouth for a kiss, tasting bittersweet tea. She rubbed her tongue against his and pressed her breasts to his wide chest. Oh he felt so good…

She ended the kiss and fumbled with his trousers, color high on her cheeks. She pulled out his hard cock, biting her lip as she fondled it. It really was so big, so thick… she resisted the urge to measure it with her handspan.

“I really like your cock, Your Majesty,” she admitted shyly, wrapping her hands around its girth.

“I noticed,” he said, chuckling low.

Lyral ignored him, frowning in concentration as she guided him to her slit, her cunt already so wet and aching deep in anticipation. She lowered herself carefully, a squeak escaping her lips as the head breached her. Panting, she put her hands on his shoulders, her eyes wide and hazy as her whole self focused on the feeling of him stretching her almost beyond bearing. She twitched her hips back and forth, and she could actually feel her walls pulse around his cock to the heavy beat of her heart.

Oh sweet Sunwell, she thought fuzzily, blinking back to herself and finding her fully seated, his hands running up and down her heaving back gently.

He was frowning slightly at her. “You’re very tight, little one. I must have hurt you last night.”

Lyral blushed. “I’m always tight in the beginning, most Blood Elves are. And we’re not quite built for your… proportions,” she said. “But we also, um, like the pain… sometimes.” She raised and lowered her ass, gasping. “You—you needn’t worry—“

She dug her nails in his shoulders and rode, bouncing on his lap, mouth open and crying in time to the pumping of his cock inside her. He put his hands on her hips and she leaned back so he could hit that spot that made her scream, her breasts jouncing with the force of their fucking.

“Ask your question,” he ordered, his face hard set.

Lyral tried to blink the sweat from her eyes. “Would—ah!—would you—nngh—let us sta—aahh!” she screamed as an orgasm ripped through her body, but he didn’t let her grow lax and tightened his grip on her hips, moving her body with the strength of his arms.

He was magnificent.

She let go of his shoulders and stretched to grip the edge of the table, presenting her torso and biting her lip shyly even as his cock pistoned in and out of her cunt, the wet sucking sounds loud around them. “Would you let us stay tonight, Your Majesty?”

He smiled, satisfied. Then he stood and turned her on her side on the table, raising one leg over his shoulder, and fucked her some more.

Lyral realized the King had angled her to face the bed, and she met Drienne and the Lady’s eyes as she cried her pleasure, knowing they could clearly see her spread cunt and the long pumping cock between her wide open legs. The thought triggered her climax and she keened, high and loud, her channel squeezing tight around the hard flesh inside her. Vaguely she heard King Wrynn grunt and then felt the ticking pulse deep as he emptied his balls.

After some moments he pulled out and dropped her leg. Lyral lay panting on the table, staring mindlessly at the Lady’s slyly amused face, feeling nothing but the occasional aftershock of her orgasm… and the seed leaking thickly from between her legs.

Kindly the King brushed sweat soaked hair from her cheek and bent to kiss it, chaste. “Of course you two may stay, pet. You only had to ask.”

Then he walked to the bath. “Unfortunately I have business to attend to,” he said over his shoulder. “Amuse yourselves as you see fit, I shall join you again later.”

*

Lyral thought that it would be awkward and stilted now that their lusts were satisfied for the moment, but it strangely wasn’t.

When King Wrynn left them, she and Drienne were flicking water at each other in the bath. They had watched his Lady assist him into his armor, as she expertly secured and fastened the heavy, mythical metal to his body. They watched as the couple spoke quietly, their words meant only for their ears. Lyral, for the first time, was struck by the confidence and authority that both of them so casually and easily held, and how well one’s energies complemented the other’s. She wondered where this human woman acquired the poise to stand on equal footing to a king.

It might have been her body Varian Wrynn had just fucked, but it was clear that she was his Lady.

Now Lyral sighed in gastronomical satisfaction as she licked her fingers from the sticky residue of their lunch. The three of them had not bothered to dress and instead sat naked around the table, eating and sometimes exchanging playful kisses. If she thought that they—two adventurer Blood Elves and one human noblewoman—would have nothing to talk about, she was mistaken. Somehow the Lady managed to easily steer the conversation to non-contentious topics such as Elvish and Human fashion, the general boorishness of most creatures of the male persuasion, and the weather.

Lyral never thought she’d ever had such an animated discussion about the weather before. But she and Drienne did have to admit that the winds in Azeroth had been behaving oddly lately, the air growing cool and wet in lands previously hot and dry, and vice versa.

Then the Lady—whose name did not fit her so Lyral paid it no mind—suggested they dress for the night, and suddenly Lyral remembered that soon it will be time for more sex.

She and Drienne grinned at each other.

“What do you have in mind?” Drienne asked.

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Sylvanas observed the two sisters with much less derision than she normally would, given that they were currently giggling like a pair of girls over a few silly bits of lace and silk. One would think they’d never had occasion to dress up before.

Then again, they were soldiers and adventurers, not useless Silvermoon nobles, and likely spent much of the last four years living off their packs and sleeping in flea-ridden tents.

The equipment stowed neatly in a pile at the corner of the room spoke of battles hard-fought and won; she spied more than a few epic items from the Citadel proper. It was certainly possible that they were part of one of the small groups she lead through the Icecrown dungeons, but she never bothered to pay them much heed insofar as they provided her a convenient living—or undead—bulwark against Arthas’ minions.

In any case these well traveled Blood Elves were able to provide her with one more piece of useful information to the mystery surrounding the attacks against Wrynn, and Sylvanas did not have to resort to bringing more people in her confidence or approaching any of the breathing races of the Horde either. That they have also proven to be more than adequately skilled in coitus was a pleasant bonus.

However Sylvanas was less pleased by the fact that she now strongly suspected that the conspiracy in Stormwind was only a small point in a plot that is significantly larger and more dangerous than she thought—for both the Alliance and the Horde.

That was certainly inconvenient. She’d hoped to have more time to rebuild her ranks after the purge before another war came blundering at her door.

“What do you think of this, Lady?”

Sylvanas turned her attention back to the matter at hand, which was preparing for tonight’s games.

Drienne wore a black garter belt and matching stockings, and nothing else.

“It certainly gets your point across,” Lyral remarked, naked and tying her hair into pigtails with white ribbons.

“So says the grown Elf who plans on putting on a pinafore,” Drienne sniffed.

Lyral stuck her tongue out. “Is it my fault he likes a little age-play?”

Sylvanas put a hand on Drienne’s hip before the rogue could reply, stilling her immediately. “Lyral does have a point. Are you not interested in playing ingénue?”

“No, it’s not that,” Drienne frowns, “it’s just that…”

Lyral rolled her eyes. “What she means to say is she wants her ass fucked, especially by that cock, but she doesn’t know how to tell him.”

“I will strangle you in your sleep.”

Sylvanas laughed. “Oh is that all?” How unusually naïve these two were. They must not have spent any time in the army. “I guarantee Wrynn would love that. Do you have a plug?”

Drienne blinked. “Yes, in my pack.”

“If you can hold it inside you until he gets back, it should let him know you prefer your ass played with and also shorten the amount of time he needs to prepare you.” While Drienne went to her pack she approached to Lyral in front of the large full-length mirror. “Yes, the white will do very well for you.”

“Should I wear anything underneath?”

“Something demure and frilly for your quim, I think,” Sylvanas murmured, delicately touching the body part in question and feeling the tender flesh quiver under inquisitive fingers. “And the stockings of course. You are tight again.” She said in approval.

Lyral smiled and squirmed, growing wet under Sylvanas’ hand. “What about a corset?”

Sylvanas removed her hand and gave one of Lyral’s nipples a pinch. “No, I’ll put Drienne in that; I want your nipples easily seen through the dress. He’ll like that.”

She turned to let Lyral dress and found Drienne on the bed, working a slim plug into her hole. Sylvanas went to her and took over. “Thank you,” Drienne gasped, her back arching a bit. Sylvanas rubbed a soothing hand over her hip when she had the plug fully seated inside her. Drienne stood on shaky legs.

“For you, the black corset and short ruffle skirt,” Sylvanas decided, “nothing under.”

And now that the two sisters were given their instructions, Sylvanas turned her attention to her own toilette. Tonight, she felt like wearing red.

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