Ladies Night at Stilettos

"Jon!  Jon!  JONNY!"  Phredaria practically shouted at Jon Chess in the common room of the Pig & Whistle tavern in the Old Town section of Stormwind. She hustled in past the other patrons like a hamster on a cocaine high and plopped herself in the chair adjacent to Jon's own seat.  "I had the most marvelous time last night at Stilettos!  Thank you so much for telling me about it and giving me directions!  I met Tootsie, and I see why you call her the most beautiful - and tallest - dwarven maiden you've ever seen!  Her hair is like the smoking embers of the Great Forge, and her smile as bright as a cloud of sparks from a hammer's impact on hot steel!  And I met Lashes, whose hair is like a raven's wing and who tells the best jokes and has the sultriest smile!  And the bartender Drex... I didn't catch his full name, I know its not Drex but everyone calls his Drex so I call him Drex and he called me "Sweet Cheeks" and... wait, I wonder if that means he liked my smile or my ass, probably my smile but I was so busy blushing after he danced that I was a little flustered..."

"Phred?" said Jon Chess, a smile lurking somewhere under his hangover scowl.

"Yes, Jonny?"

"Slow.  Down. Until.  I. Have. Coffee."

"Oh, yeah, sorry Jonny, but I had so much fun and it was so exciting and I met so many nice people and.. I am doing it again, aren't I?  Sorry, Jonny."  Phredaria blushed.  She was, as a rule, shy and reticent to talk, but once she felt comfortable, all of the words and secrets she kept inside her head burst forth like the water from a broken dam.

"It's fine, love.  I just... was up late last night," Jon half=explained, half-complained.

"Casework?" Phred guessed.  Jon was a private investigator, after all.

"No... gambling, actually."

"Gambling?  Cards or dice?  Have I ever told you about how to calculate variables in casting a set of gambling dice?  First you..."

"Phred, tell me more about last night."

"Oh, there were more dancers, one a human I didn't trust whose name I don't remember, one a Worgen who I think had mange and fleas.  I brought Moriarity with me," she said, naming her lovable corgi. "I hope he didn't catch anything from that dancer, although there was a bridal party that seemed to think he was the bee's knees... why do tey say that, Jonny?  Bees don't really have knees, they have segmented... oh wait, focus focus focus!"

"Riley was there with the bridal party, and she had a new dress that certainly showed off her boobs, she is really lovely Jonny, I can see why you like her. Oh, and I got to meet a Ren'dorei named Nola, she was very sweet and shared her wine and when lashes told us to check to make sure our panties were wet she said she never wore them.  You would like her, Jonny, she's clever and witty and has long black hair and wore this rather tight yellow dress that highlighted her creamy blue skin.  You would have drooled, but then it's a strip club, so I imagine you drool a lot there.  Oh, and after I went home to Dalaran I found Melody Cooper, your White Queen.. or was she a Black Queen?  Your Chess stuff always confuses me, how you can play at in only two dimensions I will never know, but she said she would look into removing the Bishop from the board."

"Did she?  Thank you, Phred."  Jon could not wait for the villainous wretch that was Bellodria Masque to be taken down; the Worgen warlock had tortured Jon and tried to turn him into a serial killer of Ren'dorei, she had tormented and threatened Tootsie, and had tortured Bird.  Even with the mental disciplines Jon had learned at the Temple of the Tiger in Pandaria, he had not relished coming within range of her mental assault - and then he was reminded that the lethal lady named Elegant Viper could take care of her from far outside the range of her abilities to mentally dominate her opponent.

"Oh, anything for you Jonny!" Phred enthused.  "Now... make me breakfast?  maybe those Rylak crepes you fil with berries and whipped cream? I may be a mage, but you are a wizard in the kitchen!"

Riley Image

The beautiful Riley Case!

Dye Job Part IV

Jon Chess knocked at the chamber door of Phredaria's spare room where his client Dye was staying, for her own protection. He heard a muffled squeak of surprise from within, and the rustle of clothing. Dye opened the door, a towel wrapped around her. The towel barely covered her pert breasts, falling to the top of her thighs, the white cloth implying and innocence that the lack of any other clothing betrays.

Sometimes, like right now, Jon Chess loved his job.

"Hello, milady Dye... I hope you are well?" Chess asked, opening his pack and searching for a parcel. "I brought dinner if you are hungry?" Chess looked at her with a barely repressed lust in his eye. "After all, you make me quite hungry"

Dye nodded her head and turned around, stepping back into the room. She thoughtlessly bent to snatch her panties from the floor. The towel gave him a perfect view of her intimacies, including the string attached to the end of the obsidian warbeads he had brought her previously, which were now buried in her tiny puckered rear.

"Hmm?" she questioned, stepping one foot into the skimpy underthings, still bent over.

"You are doing that on purpose" Chess growled, stepping forward and pushing her face-down on the bed. Jon tossed the towel away, exposing her body to his eager, hungry gaze. Her reply to his act was muffled by the bedclothes. She squirmed her naked body as a fisherman used a lure, drawing him in closer.

"Now, let us come to an understanding, milady Dye" he said, his voice controlled tightly. "Until I resolve your problem, you are my client, dammit!"

Dye mumbled an inaudible response into the bedding again, apparently asking him to continue.

"...and I don't sleep with..." Chess grabbed the end of the string, pulling the first obsidian bead from her tight, heart-shaped ass. "...my..." Chess spanked her ass and pulled forth another two beads. "...clients!" Chess roughly invaded her cunt with two fingers, pistoning them in and out roughly. "And I am especially not going to breed you..." he added, "... until the tattoo is gone!"

Dye squeaked as the largest of the beads stretched her poor puckered rear wide, and then let it close again before another two are pulled out in quick succession. The spank urged a muffled squeak from her as he pressed two fingers into her tight slit. She was soaking wet, eager, and desperately in need of breeding, and she whimpered and squeaked into the bedding.

"Now... if you fired me, I would collar you, brand you as mine, and breed you... but while you are enchanted, I will not accept you firing me... am I clear, little harlot?"

She whimpers unintelligibly into the blankets, probably firing him a dozen times over while she squirmed desperately, a perfect, malleable fucktoy for his use.

Chess leaned close to her elongated ears and bit one gently. "If you anger me off, I'll bite off the tips and drink your blood, little harlot". He bit again, hard enough to leave teeth marks.

Dye squirmed more violently, her juices practically leaking down her thighs, as he bit her. the pain and pleasure both pushing her excitement t a breaking point.

"Now cum hard for me so we can talk," he said, "...and before I forget you ARE my client!".

Dye clearly wouldn't have minded that now, gasping into the bedding as a violent climax washes over her, the unfortunate thing trembling while her fingers curled into the bedding tightly.

Chess withdrew the beads and his fingers, leaning forward to bite-kiss her cunt once, and then took a step back. She mewled softly, still lying face down on the bedding, panting as she turned her head to look at him. "You're fired."

"Un-fuck you. Now turn around and focus... when we are done with the case, and you want to wear a small leather collar, proclaiming you as mine, we'll talk about breeding you properly... or improperly," he teased, knowing the effects his words were having. "Your tight little ass I may let others fuck with your mouth on my cock... but that is after the case, and you are no longer my client"

he paused, letting the fantasy penetrate her brain. "Now... food, or not?"

Dye giggled, rather involuntarily, and she shook her head from side to side. "I swear this tattoo is making me dumber..." she sighed. "Not... that that's... I mean... it does... dumb and happy, if that makes any sense?"

"Yes... it is trying to reinforce you to breed and nothing else. But the Dye I remember is sharper than a dragon's tooth, and she's the one I want to fuck... and hold, and kiss and breed."

"I can... we could get started... and then remove it... you know... it isn't mutually exclusive..." Dye offered hopefully.

"She is the one who gets to make choices about that, not the nymph you. I want the REAL you. Now, can you focus, or do I need to implement plan B?"

"Plan B?" She questioned, still holding her hand out for the towel he'd ripped from her.

"Yes, plan B. I always have a plan B. So, focus, or I will make you focus." Chess ignored her request for the towel.

"But... what -is- plan B?" she asked, looking curious, and lofting her eyebrow, dropping her other hand and crossing her legs tightly, granting her at least a little modesty.

"Don't answer me and you will find out, you cunt-drooling walking temptation." Chess grinned.

Dye pouted a little, but nodded. "Fine... I'll focus... you're no fun at all, you know."

"Did you cum for me? Was that not fun?"

She rolled her eyes. "It would have been more fun with your cum slowly leaking out of me..."

"You are seconds away from Plan B... but, we have not been able to find Cloyd, so I am focusing on getting Phred to remove the enchantment by transferring it to someone else; that will give you more freedom."

"Who's the unlucky victim?"

"Either someone willing or an animal." Chess shrugged.

"I... who would do that willingly?"

"Phred is certain she can transfer it safely. And Illidari and Death Knights who want to be able to enjoy sex again, to name two possibilities." Chess speculated, "...or a human or dwarf who is deemed infertile."

"I... I see. Well that seems... promising..." She nodded.

"They will be blindfolded so they won't see you," Chess said, chuckling. "It is like how we do hostage exchanges, actually..."

"I... didn't you just tell me you'd be offering my ass up to strangers?" She snickered. "Privacy isn't a -terrible- concern at this point." She pondered, thoughtfully. "Though... I might view that differently when it has been removed."

"I will tell you a lot of things when I want to make you cum hard...the more I know about you, the better stories I can tell... not that I couldn't make a fortune selling that ass... " Chess licked one of the Obsidian Warbeads. "Delicious."

Dye flushed a bright blue, one hand slipping down across her flat belly. "I bet I'd be a good whore..." She murmurs.

"After you have the tattoo removed, not my business, unless you want to see me as a person, not as my client... but let’s get to that choice, first"

"All... alright..."

"Now... after we remove the tattoo, how much interest do you have in the bastard who did this?" Chess asked. Jon sounded angry, like he wanted to take the responsible party and flay him in chains for Dye to urinate upon before slitting his throat.

"I... honestly...?" She thought hard about that. "Not... as much as I'd have thought. Honestly, I just want it off."

"Yeah... I think it was just a poor attempt at some misguided mage to increase the Ren'dorei population, and not to turn you into his willing whore" Chess explained. "I have already warned the Ren'dorei ambassador so he can spread the word to others that might become victims. I will let him know Phred can help... for a fee... if this works as we expect. That will balance your account with Phred, too"

Dye nodded her pretty little head. "Thank you. You've been very kind... if not -generous-."

Chess had the honesty to blush. "Not precisely altruistic, Dye"

"Oh? Just looking forward to whoring and breeding me?" She flushed a touch darker.

"Honestly? My mind is still recovering from the healing I am getting... right now I want nothing more than to rut you into a pulp, taking your cunt and ass and mouth and filling each one. I want to make you scream with passion and pain." He paused. "Some of what I feel for you is honest, tender love, Dye... but it is swamped by animal need right now."

She peered at him, her eyebrow raising again. "And so, what, exactly, is stopping you?"

"What is stopping me? My pride, my ego," he admitted.

She sighed. "Well then... maybe you should leave... before you do something you'd regret? Or at least let me get dressed?"

Jon stepped closer to her and kissed her hard, biting her lower lip until near bleeding. She mewled into the kiss, pressing into the kiss, even offering her pierced tongue against him as she arched her back, seeming pleased.

Chess offered her his throat. "Mark me, Dye..."

She tilted her head, letting the slightly sharpened incisors, vestigial remnants of her Kaldorei ancestors, press into his skin, leaving indents, but not quite piercing him. "I thought... you couldn't... to a client..."

"Now eat and sleep, and make yourself focus on the ritual. We do it tomorrow if can find a willing transferee... or an unwilling animal."

She nodded her head, a little unhappily at being left in such a state.

"Go on then... leave me to my fingers..." She pouted.

Chess snarled at the apparent rejection, pushed beyond his ability to control himself. "I don't think so. to Fel with the rules" Chess grabbed her and pushed her face down again on the bed. He leaned down and spread her ass-cheeks wide, and begin to tongue-fuck her ass, using lots of saliva to coat her passage while his hands dropped his trousers to his ankles. He opened her ass wide, and entered her cunt with a single stroke and then used the moisture to enable him to press his hard cock against her asshole. Pressing forward, he pulled her hard up against him while thrusting home. One of his hands circled around to stroke her clitoris as Chess growled like a wolf.

Dye squealed delightedly in surprise as he shoves her to the bed, pinned face-down while his tongue invades her poor little backdoor, her obsessive cleaning paying off as he works on the sensitive ring of muscle. When he slammed into her soaking wet slit, she gave a groan, the sound quickly turning into a slightly pained whine when he shoved himself into her ass, stretching her obscenely while her fingers curl into the bedding. Her terse, shallow panting filled the room with sound as he used her body like the elvish whore she secretly wanted to be.

"Mine" Chess growled as he pounded her ass mercilessly. "Go ahead, little whore... tell me to stop. Oh wait, you pouted and whined before I could give you the safeword. Do you want it, little whore? Or do you want me to cum inside that fine cunt...? Should I pull out before I spurt, and feed you my cock so you can taste your cunt, your ass, and my cum all together?" Chess seemed almost enraged as he took her hard and without apparent mercy.

Dye whimpered and whined, arching her back as he plowed into her unthinkingly, encouraging him to violate her poor, abused little ass. "MMph... p-please... in... in my pussy?" She begs, the only coherent words she can muster between whorish moans and desperate little whines.

Seemingly unable to refuse her request since he had already violated the rule., he violated one more thing and slammed into her with a loud growl, the sensation of her silken muscles beyond description. He thrust deep and hard, the forbidden nature of his transgression exciting him even more. He imagined his seed invading her womb and getting her with child, but he also knew that the Thistle Tea he habitually drank acted as a contraceptive, enchantment or not. He tried to banish the reality from his mind and focus on the fantasy of breeding his Ren’dorei bitch.

Dye gave a sound that can only be described as sheer, unadulterated bliss, her mind seeming to fold in on itself as the waves of absolute pleasure threatened to overwhelm her at the knowledge that she's being oh-so-pleasantly being bred, as she was intended to be, her tongue feeling thick in her mouth as she panted desperately.

Chess held of his explosion until he felt her involuntary spasms indicating her own orgasm. Growling like a beast, he bit the back of her shoulders as he spilled his seed into her womb, and collapsed on the bed beside her, spent. "I really hope you still want me when this is all done because it would be hard to give you up" he murmured half hoping she wouldn't hear.

She groaned as he spills his seed into her, shuddering as he finally slumps to the side, leaving his seed to leak slowly from her slit, little drops of whitish fluid dribbling from the plump, over-used lips. "MMph..."

Unbeknownst to either of them, the tattoo slowly faded into her skin, disappearing as the enchantment, sated, faded away. "I... I can't speak for myself then... but... mmph... that was rather pleasant." She admitted.

Chess pulls her into his arms so he can sleep next to her. She snuggles into his arms, sated and fulfilled, her eyes closing slowly as she murrs pleasantly.

* * *

Jon Chess knocked on the door, paused, and walks into the room, carrying a small covered tray into the bedroom.

Dye was already awake, pulling on her armor, and working her last boot into place as he entered.

"Good morning." She stated, her voice less sultry, both more muted and somehow colder. There's something to her that speaks of cold efficiency.

"I made breakfast for us... " Jon said uncertainly, putting the tray on the bed. The tray contained Honey Croissants, Mana-Poached Eggs, and Suramar Spiced Tea.

Dye turned back towards him. "How do I look?" She questioned, glancing at the tray for but a moment, before looking back to him, one eyebrow raised slightly.

"How are you feeling?" Chess said, bracing for the rejection that the light of day often brings after a night of unbridled passion. Jon appraised Dye carefully taking in the leathers and weapons. Jon grinned - he'd gone to bed with a rose, and woken up with a briarthorn... just the way he liked it. "Lethal," he said, approvingly.

"I'm quite well. The tattoo is gone and I feel more... like my old self." She drew her blades and sweeps them through an elegant, complex maneuver before sheathing them.

Chess nodded, wondering if that meant she was through with him. "I'll tell Phred -she'll be pleased. So, it was a one-time enchantment?"

Taking a moment, she breathed in and out, before remembering he's still there. "Apparently." She pauses. "I will admit... last night was rather pleasant." She seems almost detached, as if she were commenting on the weather the night before and not the passionate, and slightly degrading sex.

Jon stepped forward, closer to her. "There is no charge... you stopped being a client and started being a lover last night." Jon leans forward, wondering if she will kiss him, ignore him, or gut him; he would almost refer being gutted to being ignored.

She placed a hand upon his chest, stopping him and peering into his eyes for a long moment. "I'll pay. In full. I can't owe you money if I'm sleeping with you." She states, before leaning in to kiss him, gently, softly.

"...if you insist..." Jon said, his heart leaping like a Highmountain trout. "Can you afford the one gold piece? Including breakfast, of course"

Dye reaches into her armor, tugging a pair of shiny gold coins, and slipped them into his belt. "How about two gold coins... and you get me something nice to wear?"

"... fair deal" Chess said "If I can find something that you look better in than just my bed...."

Dye let her teeth graze his earlobe, "I look lovely in a collar."

(She DOES look good in a collar!)

Confession

Jon Chess strode up the steps of the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind, disquieted. Jon had not seen Priann, his usual confessor, for some weeks. Days ago, he had asked Brother Benjamin, one of the instructors of the priesthood novates, if he could tell Jon where she had been assigned.

"I am sorry, Master Chess... if she has been assigned elsewhere, I would not be able to discuss it. May I ask what is your need?"  Jonathan had explained that she had been his regular confessor, and Brother Benjamin had promised to find Chess a suitable replacement.

Chess entered the main hall of the Cathedral. The center of the religious life of the Church of Light in Stormwind, if not the entire Alliance, the construction of the cathedral had been started by Bishops Benedictus and his mentor, Archbishop Alonsus Faol. After being damaged during the First War, the Cathedral had been repaired and expanded.

Jonathan had gotten in the habit of going to confession during his enlistment in the Northrend campaign against the Liche King. He had regularly seen Argent Confessor Paletress behind her confession screen; she had soothed any doubts, any worries, any uncertainties he may have had as he operated as a commando, spy, and agent of sabotage for the Alliance forces.  

He had tried to maintain this habit in Hearthglen and Stormwind, but had found while Hearthglen, a base of the Argent Crusade, has understood the importance of confession as a military order, the more secular priests of Stormwind gave it rather a short shrift. Priann had seemed to understand the importance, but she went where she was assigned, wherever that might be. Jon hoped she was safe.

Chess passed through the threshold to the main hall and nodded mutely to Brother Sarno, who greeted newcomers and directed them to who might help them most. Chess had used to greet him cheerfully but had barely managed to restrain himself from flatting Brother Sarno the first time he had heard him greet a newly-arrived Ren'dorei.

"Oh! Hello there... fellow member of the Alliance," he had said, startled at the appearance of a Void Elf. "I mean no disrespect, but... I'm just not entirely sure the Cathedral is the most... appropriate place for... for... for someone who indulges such... unique proclivities."

Chess had taken Sarno aside and read him the riot act.

"Sarno, who the Fel-fuck do you think needs the Cathedral more?  The virtuous who already have their feet on the path, or people who have been touched by the Shadow, and suffer from its influence? The Light shines down on all of us just the same, your sanctimonious ass - but the sinner needs the compassion, understanding, and help more than some brainless idiot who is never tempted to sin! “Chess’s rants had fallen on deaf ears - Chess found that bigots did not attend rational reason.

Still, it took everything Chess had to not take Brother Sarno out back and administer a savage beating, thereby proving that Chess needed the Light and its teachings even more than some.

Brother Benjamin greeted Chess as Chess came over to where Brother Benjamin stood. "Good news, Jon," Brother Benjamin has said, smiling. "I have found you a priest who is willing to serve as your confessor until Sister Priann may resume that duty. " Brother Benjamin had shown Jonathan to the area in the subterranean level set up for confession, where he introduced Jon to his new confessor.

"Jon Chess, this is Confessor Veronica Eaton.  She has agreed to hear your confession for today."

"The honor is mine, Confessor Veronica Eaton," he said, bowing to the priestess. Confessor Veronica Eaton was human and quite pretty, with shoulder-length dark hair and a dark olive-skinned complexion. Her welcoming smile put Jon at ease.  She wore what looked to be soft white and black traditional robes of those who served the Light as a priestess, with gold trim.

"Please, Master Chess, come this way," she had said, leading him behind the confession screen. Behind the screen was a comfortable stuffed-leather chair and behind it another, less comfortable wooden chair. Confessor Eaton smiled at Chess. "Please, make yourself comfortable." She settled herself in the wooden chair and gestured for Chess to sit in the other.

Chess made himself comfortable in the chair, which molded itself easily to his body; it was the kind of chair in which one could easily fall asleep.

Confessor Veronica Eaton invoked the Rite of Absolution, and they became surrounded by a sound-proof ward. Within the confines, anything could be said, at any volume, and nobody outside would hear a thing.

Confessor Eaton finished the ritual and sat on the wooden chair behind Jon. "Blessed be the Light. Who comes forth to unburden himself and seek clarity of mind, and the comfort of forgiveness?"

"My name is Jon Chess, and it has been three months, or thereabouts, since my last confession,' Jon replied. "Know that that while most of the time I am a private detective striving to help his clients, I also perform... missions for the Alliance military forces as a special operations scout."

"I understand, Jon... about some things you may not speak, even to a confessor," she answered. While things told her under the seal of the confessional were sacrosanct, many military directives were not for the ears of anyone without the proper clearance. "About what may I help you to unburden yourself?"

Jon only hesitated for a moment. "Months ago, I was captured and tortured by a Shadow Priestess. She... was trying to make me feel violence and rage whenever I looked at our new Ren'dorei allies, in hopes that I would start killing them; she worked for SI:7, and knew I had done assassinations for the Alliance before." Targeting leaders and key enemy personnel was a part of the war, no matter who the enemy was.

"The priestess who fixed me could not undo the damage, but she was able to move the emotional response from rage to lust. Rage is much harder to control than lust, at least for me. Now, the sight of Ren'dorei fills me with... powerful urges, but I can control those, for the most part."

"Perhaps the healers of the Light can help?" Confessor Eaton offered. "They might be able to eliminate all such compulsions, and leave you free."

"That has been tried; it helped me to control myself, what I call 'taming the beast' - a silly name, I know, it makes me sound like an out-of-control Worgen, doesn’t it?" Jon chuckled.

Confessor Eaton blushed and debated ending the session. What Jon Chess did not know - nobody knew - was that the Confessor had a very naughty sexuality that she suppressed in her role as a priestess of the Light, but Jon's comments had set her imagination on fire, especially how being ravished by a Worgen with a huge phallus was one of those fantasies that kept her awake in the midnight hours alone in her chambers. 

"I have only 'unleashed the beast' once when I let my discipline lapse. with my Ren’dorei lover. I am afraid I was rather rough with her, biting and leaving bruises all over her body before I was finished."

"You have a Ren'dorei lover?" she asked, a little scandalized at the thought.

"I do... but do not worry, her fiancé knows and approves.  Apparently, Sin'dorei appetites and social mores are quite different than ours. We have even shared her with each other together. It was quite memorable...."

"You mean, you, your Ren'dorei lover, and he..." she asked, feeling the stirrings of excitement deep within the core of her being. Under her robes, she felt the soft touch of her mageweave lingerie rub against her nipples pleasurably as they grew erect and stiff. Veronica often wore luxurious lingerie beneath her vestments, yet another hidden expression of her naughty side. Visions of Chess and another man using an enthusiastic blue-skinned lover filled her mind. 

The change in her breathing and the tone of her voice was not lost on Chess, and he could not resist giving some more of the salacious details to tease his confessor. "We did indeed. My lover... who shall remain nameless, as this is my confession, not hers... let me join them when I accidentally discovered them making love. She invited me to join them, and not being a fool, I agreed. After all, how often does a man have an eager, beautiful woman kiss him passionately while her fiancé kisses and licks her tight, firm ass?"

Confessor Veronica Eaton, unaware that her prurient interest had been recognized, mumbled: "Oh dear... what happened next?” The warmth in her loins became more pronounced as she ran the scenes Chess was not-so-innocently describing. She wondered what it would feel like to have one partner kissing her passionately while the other showered her butt with love and attention.

"I started kissing her neck and shoulders... there is nothing I like better than using my mouth on a lover...." Jon crooned, his voice lowering and deepening to almost a hypnotic level. "I took her nipples into my mouth, and began sucking and nibbling; she loves me biting her like that.  Her fiancé kept kissing her ass, but one of his hands snaked between her legs and began to rub her cunt and clit.  She let us do this for some time until she climaxed all over her fiancé’s hand."

"What happened after that?" Confessor Veronica Eaton asked, mesmerized.  Without her being consciously aware of it, one of her hands had moved to her own breast, and she was rubbing her nipples through robe and mageweave bra.

"After she could walk again, she led us to her bed... she has a round bed, in the manner of Sin'dorei, and she reclined on it, her breasts gleaming with my saliva. She said 'stoke yourselves more me, show me how you like watching me'. One of her hands played and pulled roughly at her own nipple, and her other descended to her cunt. She kept her mound almost care, except for a heart-shaped patch of hair, well-groomed and shaved short. Her upper thighs were covered with her own lubrication, and she began teasing her cunt for our enjoyment. You could tell she was teasing herself as much as she was teasing us."

Confessor Eaton realized that her hands had started mirroring Jon's tale, and it was all she could do to not moan in pleasure as she toyed with her nipples through her clothes. Her other hand had snuck beneath her robes, and was stroking her pussy through her mageweave panties, which were soaked with excitement. She felt ashamed but very excited; while she was certain that Chess would not turn around catch her...and yet she wished he would, and volunteer to help quench the fires between her thighs. She felt herself flush hotly and bit her lower lip.

"Finally, she moved us for her pleasure... She spread her legs, urging her fiancé to mount her like a slut in need, and had me stand next to her head so she could take my cock in her mouth. I was jealous at first, but then I realized that she knew that I drink a tea that prevents conception, and she desperately wants to bear a child, something which is difficult for elves under even the best of circumstances."

Confessor Veronica Eaton swallowed, wondering what it would be like to have a lover's cock in her mouth, down her throat. She flushed deeper, and her pussy clenched at her invading fingers.

"She continued sucking and massaging the shaft of my cock with her throat muscles while her other lover's cock delved deeper. His cock was a few inches longer than mine, and he as pounding her without mercy, just the way she likes it. The race was on, as to which one of the three of us would cum first. Light knows I tried distracting myself from the pleasure she was giving me - she is superb at sucking cock, having had decades to perfect her technique. I tried filling my head with mathematics, with tactical problems, with alchemical recipes...but she looked at me with such a hungry mix of love and blatant lust that my efforts came to naught. To my shame, I succumbed first, and she sucked my seed into her mouth, and then dribbled it on her breasts."

"Why did she do that?" she asked, breathlessly. She imagined a svelte Void elf looking seductively slutty, her eyes half closed, looking at her lover as she released his semen onto her body. She was close now, and her pussy was squeezing and releasing the two fingers she had thrust into her pussy with abandon.

"Oh, she loves it when I clean up the cum with my mouth, and then kiss her deeply, sharing it into her mouth. She takes great satisfaction from knowing that I am so excited that I will clean my own cum from her for her enjoyment."

"As she took my seed back and swallowed it, she achieved her own orgasm, and her cunt contractions milked the seed from her fiancé’s cock, pulling it deep into her womb. He fell on the bed next to her, and they began cuddling, hoping that they had created a child together this night. I.... gave them some privacy for their tenderness, and withdrew on shaky legs."

When Confessor Veronica Eaton heard the extraordinary measures that Chess would take - eating his own cum from her body! - her body erupted in pleasure, and wave after wave swept over her, so powerful that she almost missed it when he stopped talking.

"And you consider this a sin?"  Confessor Eaton asked, in a shaky voice. "You should feel no guilt, Jonathan - nobody was dishonest here, and acts of love should never be a sad thing, no matter how... unconventional."

"Oh, I am sorry, I got caught up in the moment, Sister," Chess confessed. "That isn't what I considered sinful, but I am out of time; I have a client to see. Still, thank you for allowing me to unburden myself and for your advice."

"Perhaps I may confess tomorrow, at around the same time?" he asked, his voice sounding suspiciously innocent.

"Please... I am happy to serve, Jonathan," she said, her voice finally coming under control. "I look forward to it."

((Jon is still looking for a regular confessor… if you are interested in the thankless job, please contact me in-game!))

Fel-Burning Bandages, Part I

"Master Chess, thank you for agreeing to meet with me," thanked the gnome warlock in a pleasing, almost seductive, well-modulated voice which belied her cute appearance.

"I was surprised to get a summons from a member of the Council of the Black Harvest; I was not aware that they were concerning themselves in lesser matters," replied Chess, bowing to the lady warlock.  The Council of the Black Harvest was a coterie of the most powerful and skilled of the warlocks, and far above his social circle.

Chess had been hired by the hunter Riley Case to help her discover who had contaminated some bandages within the medical clinic ERU in Stormwind.  Several deaths had resulted, and Riley's employees, for reasons of their own, wanted answers.  Jon had asked a personal friend, Demisette Cloyse, to see if the warlock underground rumor circuit had any information; he had not for a minute expected Black harvest involvement.

He had been disconcerted when a light knock had come at the door of his inn room at the Legerdemain Lounge in Dalaran in the wee hours of the morning.  He had been in the process of preparing breakfast for his client, with whom he had shared the inn room, and certain... nocturnal activities. He quickly finished the meal's preparation and scribbled a note to go on the serving tray, which he placed at the bedside.  He leaned down and ghosted a kiss on the sleeping Draenei woman, doing his best not to disturb her, and silently closed their chamber door behind him.

The warlock who had sent him the note was a gnome known as Lulubelle Fizzlebang, the sister to the warlock in the employ of the Argent Crusade, who had perished while summoning a challenge for the participants in the fabled Trial of the Crusader. Lulubelle had light green hair and wore what Jon recognized as Gnomish Engineering goggles, which enhanced the wearer's natural vision.  She had apparently ordered Jon some roasted barley tea, an import from Pandaria that Jon often drank in the morning.  Jon wondered what he had done to earn enough interest that the warlock knew his preferred breakfast drink.

"Thank you for the tea...should I be worried that you know me well enough to have ordered it?" Jon asked with a smile; although early in the morning, his profession and lifestyle had accustomed him to early hours.

"Ah... the Lulu who ordered your drink was not the Lulu of the Black Harvest, so much as the Lulu who is a close friend of Phredaria, your associate.  She was good enough to tell me what you might like in the morning... although I confess, I did tease her mercilessly about how she knew what beverage you like to drink first thing in the morning..."  The warlock giggled, and Jon found himself relaxing.  Phredaria was one of his oldest friends, his forensics mage, and if Phred liked the warlock, Jon was inclined to trust her... to a point.

"Well, it is an unlooked-for kindness nonetheless, Mistress Fizzlebang," Jon commented with a smile.

"You are quite welcome, master Chess," said Lulubelle.  "The Black harvest is... sensitive to things that make warlocks as a whole look bad - using Fel magic in medical supplies to randomly kill patients is very bad public relations.  I know you know how thin the acceptance of warlocks is in the Alliance; you've been a friend to innocent warlocks on several occasions.  it has been noticed, and we are grateful."

Chess pondered this; if it was known to the warlocks, then it was doubtless known to those who persecuted warlocks.  Jon made a note to remain vigilant - even paranoids had enemies, after all.

"And you have a personal interest in this case... although you do not know it.  We have done our own investigating, and the Fel signature of the contaminated bandages indicates that the warlock who did this is known to you... Miss Belodria Masque."

Jon nodded, unsurprised.  "It sounds like her methods, yes... how sure of your information is the Black Harvest?"

"Very sure," confirmed Lulubelle.  "Obviously, nothing that would stand up in an Alliance courtroom... but we are certain. We think that the spellbound bandages were designed to kill patients because she is quite annoyed at the ERU for saving some of her victim's lives."  All of the illusion of innocence faded from the gnome, leaving only a cold anger.  "Stop her, Mister Chess.  The Black Harvest considers her an embarrassment, but as she has not broken our covenants, we may do nothing... but neither will you bear any malice from us for ridding us of this annoyance."