Thread: Highborn Fall Far [Warhammer Fantasy] (Kaybee x Reydan)

Rejuvinated by the healing waters and the terrible, sensual, act of birthing their strange spawn, the elven sisters looked at each other. Flushed and panting, neither knew exactly what the future had in store for them but, in that moment, neither cared. Derra slipped onto all fours, a wicked, hungry, grin painting her angular face. Within seconds Varshee was mimicing her pose and the two, toned rears bobbing and waving in the dark air, crawled towards the endowed lizard. Soft wet mouths enveloped the twin heads of his throbbing cocks, the elven breeders already so attuned to their new roles in life that their glistening snatches steamed with lusty heat in the hot air of the pool. Pretty soon their dark heads were bobbing up and down, assuming a pleasing alternate rhythm as Derra rose and Varshee fell and visa versa. Where once the thought of performing sexual acts in front of each other would have filled the sisters with horror, now they were lost in the moment. Unaware and uncaring about the lewdness of the scene as they moaned and sucked around the thick cocks. They were lost, completely lost, in that dark place of primeval desire and purpose. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Both elves on the altar revelled in the cheering, roaring, celebration of their new purpose. Elre slithered off the smaller blonde mage, snatching a final, amused, kiss. The white haired veteran's confident strut was back, but this time it was more...carnal. She had once, many centuries ago, spent some time with the woodland cousins of her race and had marvelled in both admiration and slight revulsion at their indulgent natures. For a Wood Elf, it had seemed, everything corresponded to the flow of nature - their actions attuned to the call of the wilder part of their natures. Now...now she understood fully what that meant. To both understand her natural authority and power as a war leader and experienced fighter but also her sexual nature as a woman, fertile and strong, amid a sea of aroused, and arousing, males. She stepped over to a knot of Saurus warriors, stroking powerful arms as she smiled at her new comrades. 'Take me to where I can find some armour' she purred, the lizard tongue more and more natural to her as the magic took effect. 'I know you fight alongside Amazons - perhaps something closer to what they wear would be practical....and....' her hand trailed down one scaled, muscular, chest to tease the edge of a tented loincloth '....pleasing?' Minue, meanwhile, was wrapped in pleasure still. She moaned, hands running over her curvy form, caressing her full breasts and taut nipples. She moaned. Such heat. Such power. Such....purpose. She let out a little trill of delight. The visions in her mind had provided her with a target, a tempting one at that, and she fully intended to act upon it. Finally, she too slid down from the altar and looked about. She needed to find out more about how such an invasion could take place, and how she could best oversee it. She licked her lips at the very thought. She needed to see the guiding powers of the Lizard people. She needed, she knew, to see the mysterious Slann. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The petite form of the scout moved through the shadows of the temple undercrofts with practiced ease. The first, and last, thing the Saurus guards heard of her presence was the whirr of her arrows through the musty air. Two, four, ten... they died without knowing who was attacking them, slain to a man from the shadows. It was only then that Folwin approached the holding pens. Beasts stalked backwards and forwards. The lizard looking ones were fierce, she could tell, snapping at her shadow and sniffing for her scent on the air. With a skilful grace she slid open the locks of their pens from a distance, watching as they stalked out as a pack, snarling and jockying for place. For a moment she thought the Cold Ones might strike at her, seek her out in the shadows, but the distant sounds of merriment and the scent of living beings was too much, it seemed, for the pack. They stalked off into the dark passages. The great lumbering beasts were harder to read. Her eyes strayed, instinctively it seemed, to one held in solitary confinement, away from the others. It paced, smaller and angrier than the others. A youngster in heat, although there was no way for Folwin to know that. A sudden, strange, carnality took over and she found herself slipping out her clothes in the shadows and, gingerly, sliding in through the door to the pen, standing naked before the mighty beast and watching as its nostrils picked up her feminine scent.