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

The elves had little time to enjoy the new curvaceous forms of their fertile bodies. As Varshee and Derra lay, panting, side by side on the cool dark stone they felt their bodies begin to churn. 'Ohhh Godddsssss' Derra moaned, reaching out for her twin's hand, their fingers snaking together as they trembled in anticipation. It was not clear whether she was calling on the Gods of her people, so distant in this dark wet pit, or the creatures churning down below in the black water. 'Ohhh Derra...I feel...I feel' panted Varshee, her free hand lying on her bulging midriff. The skin flexed and boiled, large egg-shaped lumps clearly visible beneath her pale skin in the small shaft of light that shone weakly down into the chasm. Both women were panting, their legs open wide, and both felt a natural urge to position their sexes facing the water's edge. 'Ohhh...ahhh...ohhh' they panted, a rough panicked unison, as waves of pleasure and pain mingled and crashed over their consciousnesses. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Elre was remade. Power coursed through her, a sense of belonging that she had not felt in centuries. A primal, strong, sense of clan and kinship that tugged at the tribal past of the elven people coded deep in her subconscious. She found a strange new energy within her, able to stand on shaking legs, feeling the Kroxigor's seed boiling inside of her body. She stepped to the great Lizard, feeling nothing more than affection for him. Not the romantic love of a partner, or even the raw lust of a partner, but the deeper bond of a tribe-member and hunting partner. She gripped his arm, appreciating his strength, even as his clawed hand ran over her side and rear feeling her lithe speed and power. Their eyes met, an acknowledgement of each other as equals, before she turned to Minue. The blonde was a mess of cum and sweat, her body left heaving for air on the stone altar as the saurus warriors stepped back reverentially. As Elre approached their eyes met and the power dynamic was shifted. 'My Queen' Elre spoke, and in that moment they both realised that they could speak the Lizard tongue. The white-haired older elf approached and, running her tongue up one quivering leg, lapped a mouthful of cum from Minue's abused pussy. She climbed up, mounting the blonde mage, giving the crowd a delicious view of their exposed holes as she bent down. Their noses touched and, instinctively, Minue's hot little mouth opened to receive the thick load of cum that Elre dribbled from her own lips into the other woman's. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx He was spent. Folwin looked down, sweeping her tangled brown hair back from her head, as she looked down at the exhausted warrior beneath her. His limp cock lay flaccid on his powerful body. She felt nothing. She stood, her legs slowly regaining feeling, and looked around. She was unsated. Unfulfilled. Was this it? Her body tingled with newly discovered lust and need. An almost arrogant hunger filled her mind crowding out other thoughts. Was this the very best that the lizards had to offer? Below her the sound of soft moans and primal drums sounded, but she cared not. She had no attachment to her former squad anymore, no interest in what they might be experiencing. All she wanted was personal connection. Her personal fulfillment. She climbed the stairs, slowly winding her way up into the mysterious stone temple, searching out something more.