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

Minue's small, bare, feet padded on the cold stone as she was led into the inner sanctum of this place. She was respectful but not cowed or uncertain - although she had never been here before, this was her home. Where she belonged. The friezes on the walls, of couples of all races locked in erotic, passionate, embrace, just seemed....normal. Her eyes slid over heaving bosoms, throbbing erections, grasping hands, grabbing mouths...and felt a wave of comfortable familiarity. Magic buzzed about her, filling her senses, but it was different to what she was used to. It was not the dusty arcane power of centuries of knowledge and study of her home. There was nothing of the library or the laboratory here. This was the domain of a primeval, natural, pulsing magic. It washed through her sensitive system like a drug and she smiled softly to herself. As the doors opened and the hulking figure of the Slann her eyes took in the scene. Minue felt, regretfully, underdressed. Not in terms of clothing as she might wear at a royal court, but, looking at the regalia of the priests and ceremonial guards she thought wistfully about how her curvy body would look in a series of golden chains and jewellery - and nothing else. But that could wait. Her feet rose, until she was drifting, wafted on a wave of magic across the stone floor, the tips of her toes skimming a hair's breadth off the ground. She set down, gently, next to the Slann. Her small hands deferentially began to stroke his shaft, massaging the huge veined girth in small movements, as she met his gaze. 'Mighty one' she breathed. 'I know of an island fortress, Melitta, that is ripe for our conquest. Filled with elves yet to feel the blessing of your guidance. Of the touch of the Old Gods. Let me go there...share your benevolence with them....' xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx She belonged. Elre belonged. Not as a commander, although she clearly had status. Not as an authority figure to be feared or a noble to be respected, but simply a trusted, experienced, member of a group. There was something deeply appealing about that. Something that the mature, white-haired elf craved. And now, clad in the revealing ''armour'' of an amazon she looked from muscular scaled body to muscular scaled body. These were her fellows, her companions, her.... ...broodmates, the new whispers of lizard life that magical influence was planting in her brain provided. She had a special bond with them, as they had with each other. 'The question is, brothers, do you approve?' she breathed, smiling, looking at their interested, lusty, gazes. Her hands reached out, lifting the loincloths of the two nearest, gripping throbbing shafts. 'Is it not time to breed your sister? Make her feel like a true brood-mate? Fuck me like only brothers can fuck a sister?' Something in her acquired knowledge suggest to her that this sort of incest, between children born from the same clutch of eggs, was not only accepted but, to some extent, considered primal and holy. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Folwin darted to the side, narrowly avoiding being gored by the beast. Although, as she looked up from the floor of the pen and surveyed its body as it shifted, regaining its composure after so closely missing her, the brown-haired scout realised she might be mistaking its motive. An impossibly large shaft throbbed beneath its body and she let out a soft moan. Finally. Maybe a cock that could satisfy the obscene craving in her body. A whisper. A whisper of elvish, that language so attuned to animals. Would it work with a might lizard from before the dawn of time? Who knew. But it felt right. 'Come. Friend. Mate' small, simple, direct words. She slid down, down onto all fours, looking back over her shoulder at the beast. Assuming a position he would naturally expect. Small body aching to feel his shaft. Even though its size would have killed a normal woman, breaking her body in awful ways, Folwin somehow knew she would be able to not only survive but accomodate his great cock.