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Playing the Game [ Jaqueline x Chammy ]

She responded by slurping and swallowing the bit precum and began deepthroating his length. She forced his cock so far her nose would nestle in his pubic hair for a moment before she would pull back, then do it again. Her teeth continued to occasionally slide against his member, but there was never any pressure applied, no threat or thought of biting was entertained at any point by Luna. She gripped him even harder, giving her face a vigorous fucking. Her nails dug into his flesh and after a minute she removed herself, his dick hovering before her, wet from her saliva. She panted, still holding on. Just a quick breather before she got back to work.
 
Pleasant surprises all around, however. His thick cock bobbed up in the air, teased just enough to spurt. The first sticky shot caught her in the face, though the subsequent blasts of cum fell on her neck and chest. He groaned out as his cock began to sag, almost starting to droop. He just grinned wickedly down at her and pulled her up. "Let's get these whore's clothes off of you, 'my lady," he mocked, tearing the laces of her garments open until those hefty tits bounced free. She was pushed onto the bed, tits down, ass up and the big bear crawled up behind her.

He didn't waste time; he pushed his cock into her little cunt, splitting her open as he thrust inside. Warm. Wet. All around him. He pulled his thick, ursine hips back and gave her a hard thrust. Then he did it again. Soon, his cock was hard again, pounding away at her insides, stretching her walls with each push. "Nnghn, I'll make you cry out like that boar, my lady," he teased again. He was panting with the effort of moving that large body, his fat belly bouncing against her ass as he thrust into her.

Shar would steal glances when she was sure no one was looking. She was not supposed to be here and it was all Luna's fault! Still... She would wiggle her hips and get comfortable from time to time, trying to quiet her own lusts as their bodies and voices made lewd sounds.
 
Luna caught what cum she could to drink, the rest splattering on her, white globs that rested then slid down her smooth skin. She wiped her forehead of sweat and licked her lips. Being lifted up and roughly handled she complied as best she could, to both ease the process and keep herself out of harms way. The last person to complain would be her, she loved the rough sex. Nothing made Nobles more abrasive in bed than having their pride hurt before hand.

The entrance was not too painful. She was already very wet from giving him the blow job, and he was covered in her spit. The first shove was abrupt and hard and she cried out in response. Luna arched her back in pleasure, though her face stayed planted on the bed, "You're so big!" She complimented, gasping with each thrust. She raised her arms out behind her, and invitation for him to grab hold of them.
 
He gave quite the happy sound as she complimented his cock. Andal reached down to take her wrists, pulling back on those slim arms until her upper body hovered just off of the bed. Her breasts would sway from the hard impact of his body colliding into her backside, the soft flesh brushing back and forth against the quilted comforter on his bed. He grunted again as he picked up his pace, moving against her as violently as he could.

"Mmm, not a single negative word out of you now? Haw haw, you're quite the lusty wench, Lady Luneandra!" he bellowed out, soon grunting with each thrust. He began to miss his pace, finding it harder and harder to control himself as his next orgasm tickled at him. "Aye, let's put a bastard in you!" he groaned out, holding himself in deep as he flooded her womb with seed.

Shar stared at the white-and-black checkerboard of the chess set. The sounds they made together, the smells as foreign and dirty as they were, the heat in the room from her own arousal and their 'lovemaking' (because, after all, she was a knight with no experience and thus very confused now) making it very uncomfortable for poor Sharess. Whenever she looked over, she would see Luneandra's body, sticky with sweat, a candlelight sheen on her bouncing form. Shar wiggled again in her seat until she had found a comfortable spot looking away from them.
 
Her arms pulled back forced him further inside her, still going hard and strong. Her tits making a hypnotic motion, being sent forward by his force, then going back, never resting as he would soon thrust again, "Fuck, yes, oh! Shit!" A stream of foul language spilled from her mouth amid the high pitched whine of pleasure and panting. She pulled her arms as best she could, trying to match his pace to make the impact stronger. It became harder to match as he became more erratic and out of control.
Feeling his cum burst inside her triggered her orgasm, and with a shameless scream she came and went limp, still panting like a dog.
 
Andal called for wine before pulling out of her with a slick, lewd sound. He left her there, boneless and panting, as he went to fetch wine from his squire. Shar frowned. It would be too much, wouldn't it, to stand outside by the boy holding the pitcher of wine. Shar kept quiet as the din of fucking melted away, save for a few gasps of aftershock and panting. When Andal came back, he grabbed the night elf by the jet black hair and tugged her around, so that she was lying on her back, head hanging off of the bed.

"You're not done yet, wench," he said. The tent flap was closing as he sank his weeping cock into her mouth, shoving down into her throat with a groan. There were men giving curious glances and, suddenly, Sharess was happy to be inside, away from them. Some might have tried raping her, instead, if they couldn't have Luneandra! She imagined the taste of blood pouring over her lips, should they try to put their cocks in her mouth; the feel of the physiologically unique cock being snapped in half should they not tie her hands. Could they break in half? she pondered, feeling as though she should somehow know. She imagined that, instead of Andal with his cock in Luna's mouth, his balls resting on her face as he manhandled her tits.
 
Luna winced and gasped at her hair being tugged, and once she was on her back she instantly knew what would happen next. She kept her mouth open and allowed him, not really able to do much from her position. Just feel his length, going in and out. every ridge and vein on the top side of his cock sliding against her tongue, which she continued to try and use to please him, attempting to suck as he used her mouth as just another hole to fuck. She reached one of her hands to her clit, rubbing and penetrating herself with a couple fingers.
 
Andal was hard and and pulling out of her throat carefully, despite the way he'd fucked her mouth and throat. He climbed onto his bed, which creaked with his ursine-like weight. He laid back into a hill of pillows, so that he was sitting up. Sharess was completely unheeded, considered as blind, deaf, and mute as a common servant. She watched now as Andal waved a hand at Luna, beckoning her closer and into his lap. "A fine fuck indeed, wench," he growled out.

In this position, the fat of his chest laid like small breasts atop his torso; beneath was muscle packed atop muscle. He wasn't a stranger to work but he was close friends with the dinner table, if that round belly was any evidence. Hair grew from him in a very un-elf-like way, sprouting in thick curls at the center of his chest and down his belly and balls. His smile wasn't as pretty, when he smelled of alcohol.

Though, likely, the elf cared little for what was attached to her toy.
 
Luna had her eyes closed as he took liberty with her mouth. She opened them in surprise when he pulled out before cumming again. She sat up as he hefted himself onto his bed. She observed and when motioned to, was obeyed. She crawled across the bed towards him slowly. She still had on her long boots and a glove, one of which slipped off when he fucked her and grabbed her arms, "Thank you, my lord." She whispered humbly, trying to play the humility card as best she could. Most men really liked that, the idea that they can tame any woman by sleeping with them, making the docile and obedient. Having clambered to him, she was unsure of what action to take next, she laid a hand on his member, stroking it slowly, looking him in the eyes to try and learn what she ought to do next.
 
He groaned quietly as she held his member, working her hand on him. "Oh, you're quite welcome," he said, flushed red with wine behind his hairy beard. He grinned that stupid grin at her and gave her ass a firm smack and squeeze. "Now, why don't you climb up and hop in my lap a bit?" he asked her, a sly finger finding the pucker of her ass and invading there. His fat, sausage-shaped fingers were as thick as the cock on some men. He was panting hoarsely, as if he'd had far too much excitement and way too much wine.

Shar rolled her eyes, though the snap of palm-slapping-flesh made her jump a little. Why couldn't they be done so that she could go to sleep already?
 
Luna jolted at the extremely welcome anal stimulation and moved at his command. She threw a leg over his body and positioned his member beneath her, quickly and easily lowering herself onto her new mount. She threw her head back as her pussy was filled once again then leaned forward, her hands resting on his shoulders. She lowered her torso so her breasts dangled before his face. She was feeling confident enough to ask a boon, "Suck my tits, Andal." She begged as she worked her hips, grinding against him with his dick inside her, "play with them." Her purple mounds swung enticingly while she bounced on his dick and moaned.
 
He held his breath as she sank down his length, letting it go in unsteady gasp when she'd settled at the bottom. As she began to rock on his length, his hips would raise just slightly off of the bed, helping her get every last inch of him inside of her as she slid down him. His hands raised up to grope and paw at her breasts, pushing them together until the nipples nearly rubbed at one another. He pushed his face into them then, his mouth closing down on both of those hard nubs, teeth biting down as he groaned for her.

Shar was getting tired of this. Why wouldn't Andal and Luna just finish already? She was uncomfortable, sitting in her chair, wiggling from time to time to keep her arousal from becoming too much for her.
 
She accelerated her rise and fall, the sucking of her nipples rushing her to a second orgasm. She dug her nails into his shoulders and kept low so he could continue playing with her purple fun bags. He would sink down as she rose up, then the two would fly at each other and collide with a very audible slap. Her legs were splayed apart in an almost painful way to allow him to penetrate deeper. She ignored the stress on her muscles, her pleasure coming first, "Give it to me again!" She breathlessly demanded. She was coated in sweat and it made her hair cling to her neck and face.
 
Andal wasn't sure what he was giving to her, but his pink skin was flushed red in his neck and face, the muscles straining as his body arched. The bear was cumming, then, a bit load of cum gushing into her womb. The gave a strangled cry and Shar nearly finished herself at the sound of them fucking. Her hands were balled into fists so tight that she swore she saw blood oozing out under her fingernails.

"Ah!" he panted, that fat orc-sized dick finally starting to deflate inside of her. He rested back on his big mound of pillows, sweating and stinking the way that humans did. He groaned, groping at the nightstand for his horn of wine. He drank until it was dribbling down his chins and chest; he then offered the wine to her.

"That, lass, was a mighty good fuck!"
 
Luna came with him, relishing the feeling of his seed flowing inside her from him again. She collapsed on top of him and breathed before rolling off then sitting up. Next to her was her other glove, which she picked up and began slipping back on before he offered her a drink.

Parched, and hardly one to turn down wine, Luna took the horn and finished what was left, guzzling it down, "Thank you, my lord." She handed him back his empty horn and rested for a bit, before standing, "I best return to my tent, we have plenty of ground to cover tomorrow." She stated, picking up last article of clothing, but not putting it back on, "Do I have your dismissal, and forgiveness for my previous rudeness?"
 
Sharess stood. Was it over? Gods be good, it seemed to be. She didn't turn quite yet... In fact, she was rather... stiff-legged at the moment. She stretched as though she'd grown tired of sitting and waiting for them.

Andal gave her a smirk. "Oh, your forgiven. But I'll never forget. Your lot's spiteful, but you can fuck the balls off a bull, and if I have my way, every one of your tree-fucking faggot-suckers are gonna be in chains. Preferably at my feet... So get. Go back to yer tent and make sure you don't cause anymore trouble on the way to Stormwind or else I'll let the entire van have your body before I nail it to a tree," he told her, still vile and full of venom.

By this time, Sharess was composed enough to stand next to her ward, to interpose should the naked bear decide to do something unfortunate. She waited for her ward's leave, as it seemed she'd get nowhere in life being obstinate with Luna.
 
She nodded, not bothering to argue or contradict anything he said. The Elf did not care if he insulted their race, or insult her. Luna gave a curt bow and walked out of the tent, not bothering to finish dressing. Exiting the tent she focused on Shar as they walked back, Luna wearing nothing but her leggings and gloves, "Enjoy the show?" She asked, sticking her tongue out in a cheeky expression, "I know I did!" Plenty of eyes were on her but she paid them no mind. Her step was full of spring and vigor, despite the previous workout.
 
Shar followed after Luna, hanging back to her side by just a step. The looks at Luna's body were beyond scandalous, as way Luneandra's actions in the tent. And at dinner. And... was their ever a moment where Luna hadn't been vulgar? Sharess worked hard to think of something to say, but could come up with little. She wanted to rankle her, but could think of little to work with.

"Didn't your parents teach you manners?" Shar asked, filling her voice with as much condescension as possible. She walked with her hand on the shortsword at her hip, swaying almost as much as Luna did as she walked. She couldn't help it... Something had her walking odd.
 
The cold air of the night bit her skin and her nipples were still hard. Absentmindedly she rubbed and pressed them as they went. Luna walked in front of Shar, turning around and walking backwards so she could speak face to face, "Sure, they tried." She shrugged, "but manners don't often lead to you getting fucked. What's the point?" She shrugged again with a smile. Taking notice of her warden's unusual gait she grinned, "You're walking funny. You turned on?" She probed. Her nimble footing kept her from tripping or falling as they arrived at their tent.
 
"Shut up," Sharess replied, hearing a human foot crunching along the dry grass behind them. This walk to the tent seemed to be taking forever... A hand on Luna's back shoved her into the tent, dyed with the colors of her noble house, adorned as it was with stars and crescent moons. Sharess was glad she had her gloves on; touching Luna at all meant she might betray herself. Every curve was so pronounced, especially in the moonlight's glimmer. Were Shar a particularly hedonistic girl, she'd ask Luna to dance with her but... no. What Luna had done with that human was... disgusting. She kept telling herself that; perhaps soon, she'd believe it.

Once inside, Sharess grabbed Luna's wrist, holding her with a grip like iron. "Listen; I do not want to die. Have you yet to realize the abundance of faith your kingdom has put in your success? One false move, one word that goes against the humans' foolish honor and prickly sensabilities and they will have our heads; they will have our heads dipped in tar so that when they come to kill every last one of our people just so that they can cut down our trees, they will have our heads as proof of whatever misdeed they kill us for." She was trembling, trying to tell Luna what sort of game they were playing at. "We may not even have a choice. They may mean to kill us anyway when we arrive." There. Did that... was that sinking in? Sharess' silver eyes began to soften.

"If we do not buy time for our people to rebuild and rearm, everything is lost. Everything. And you are working hard at doing no less than siring a half-kaldorei bastard." She paused for effect. "Make yourself useful. Try using something other than your cunt, to start with," she said, hawking and spitting on Luna's bare chest. "Find some shame, find some backbone, find some cunning; I don't care what you do, but keep my alive so that I can watch your back" she grumped, then sat down by the bronze fireplace that sat in the midst of the tent. With oil and whetstone, she worked at the terrible great sword that she'd left unattended all night. She'd hear no more of Luneandra tonight, she hoped.
 
Lueandra rolled her eyes, "We're fine, see? No harm done." Once released she rubbed her wrist, "By the forest you have a vice grip, I wonder what else those strong hands could do." Wiping Shar's spit off she went to stand by her bed. She removed her gloves and leggings, opting to go to bed nude. She rolled her shoulders, the muscles had been stretched when he pulled her arms. After performing other various stretches Luna flopped onto her bed, lying there and staring at nothing. The sound of Shar working on her weapon kept her up though, and unable to find sleep she sat up and approached Shar, sitting across from her with her legs crossed. Not a word, but just watching. Quite the blade, but Luna preferred knives if she had to fight. Which reminded her, she would have to invent new ways to hide them now that she would be wearing different outfits. Supposedly many of the hiding places would be the same though.
 
Sharess was skilled with the weapon and obviously loved it very much. She would look up from time to time, admiring Luna in the way that she admired her blade. Shar was no fool, though, to believe that they were alright; she was angry at the way Luneandra treated this all like some sort of game. It certainly wasn't the kind of game you played casually, flippantly, without care. Every step they took was a blessing from the forests, that was sure. The humans had so little love for their people and such a desire for their territory.

Shar stopped and stared. "I beg your forgiveness, my lady. I... I know you find enjoyment in what you do, but it is my job to worry after you." She paused again, collecting her words. She wasn't good with them. Her sister knew that. How Shar missed her at that moment. "I must keep you safe and I do not believe that you understand the dangers we are in. But you were chosen for good reason and I will learn to trust you... But please, do not make me sit in there and watch you ply that trade with a filthy human again. It... It is unbecoming of a kaldorei to stoop to their level."

She blushed then. "Forgive me. I shouldn't be condescending. Again, you must know what you are doing, or else you wouldn't have been offered as a ward. The humans will look down on you. They are... male-centric from what I understand. Their males rule, as our females do." She cleared her throat. "I will serve my house, my lady. Let me know if I can be of any help." With that, she placed the greatsword into its ornate wood and leather sheathe with a steely whisper.

She took her leave and moved to her side of the tent. She stripped down to her smallclothes, her back to her ward, and crawled beneath the quilts and furs of her bed.
 
Luna breathed in deep through her nose and let out a heavy sigh, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her chin, "You're right...I know you're right, I forgive you..." After a pause she smiled again, "I promise I'll be more careful." She vowed. She never much cared for this kind of talk or taking responsibility, but the fact Sharess thinks she must be capable just made her want to be. She couldn't remember the last time anyone saw her and saw nothing more than what Luna made herself to be. A Night Elf Nymphomaniac.

Watching Shar stand and strip down Luna watched. Once she got into bed she sat a while longer. She looked at her side of the tent and her bed, then back to Shar's, then back to her's. She pouted and asked from where she was, "It's awfully cold tonight...and um, I'm not...used to sleeping alone..." Luna shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut in a sort of frustrated concentration. What is wrong with me? She never had this kind of trouble. Luneandra, possibly the most abrasively sexually active Night Elf with the least bit of shame is have a hard time asking someone if she can sleep with them, and sounds like a little girl asking to climb into Mommy's bed!
 
Sharess blushed at the thought of Luna sharing her bed. "I... I don't know. I shouldn't. I can't," she blurted. She felt just as small, coiling up within herself as she thought this over. Shar, despite her best motives, began to scoot over beneath the covers. She missed her own sister desperately and the warmth would be welcome. She bit on her lip and half-hid her face beneath the furs on her bed. She rolled from her back to her side, so that her back would be to Luna.

"It will be alright. Your company would be welcome," she admitted. She chewed on her lip nervously as she waited for the other kaldorei to slip into bed with her.
 
"Thanks." Luna smiled. She stood and stretched with a half-yawn. She walked over, throwing the covers open with a flourish, plopping herself down and then grabbing the covers and throwing them back over. The thick material took little time to settle onto them again. She squirmed for a bit, trying to get into a comfortable position then settling down. She was on her side, facing Sharess. Luna looked at her face for a moment. After a bit of staring she spoke up, "What happened?" To clarify what she mean she reached up a hand and touched Shar's cheek with her index finger, a curious poke to accompany her inquisitive question.
 
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