Jaina's Apprentice

Jaina's Apprentice

A futanari half-elf's miscast spell gives her what she craves.

By Lena Trueshield

Contains: Futa half-elf OC/Jaina Proudmoore, Futanari, Futa on Female, Magical Accidents, Size difference (height), Power dynamics (teacher/student), Magical aphrodisiacs, Huge Tits, Big Cock (9 inches), Breast Worship, Lingerie, Handjobs, Oral Sex, Rimming, Cowgirl, Multiple orgasms, Ass worship, Sloppy oral, Anal sex, Rough sex, Creampies, Marathon sex, Age Gap, Cumshots, Body Worship, Dom/sub undertones, Sex Magic, Breast Groping, Fingering, Messy Sex, Anal Gaping, Service Top

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A long sigh left Emila's lips as she traced the precise patterns she'd been taught. Again and again.

Mastery through repetition,

Lady Proudmoore would often say.

Garbed in the pale blue robes that marked her as an apprentice of the arcane arts, the young half-elf worked diligently at the task she'd been given. Few were given the chance to study under one of Azeroth's greatest mages, and Emila reminded herself of this honor as she concentrated on her assignment.

The robes she wore were left half-open, revealing the trim form of a youth barely past her twentieth summer, clad in soft Silvermoon silks.

Her face, finely featured and adorned with large, expressive hazelnut eyes, twisted into an expression of supreme concentration, though her mind wandered treacherously. Fingers stained with purple ink worked to complete her fifth scroll of the day, quill fluttering about as the tip scratched at the parchment.

A drop of purple bloomed where her quill hesitated too long - something Jaina would doubtlessly make note of.

Unfortunately for Emila, thinking of Jaina Proudmoore was not something one wanted to do when concentration was required.

Her eyes widened, mortified, as she looked down upon the two pairs of concentric arcane circles she'd just finished tracing. Two large circles. With two smaller ones centered within.

The arcane pattern bore an unfortunate resemblance to something far less academic - something she'd been trying

very hard

not to think about whenever Lady Proudmoore leaned in close to correct her form during spellcasting practice.

Everything reminds me of her,

she groaned, cheeks taking on a reddish tint.

Desperately trying to focus on her work, Emila's body eventually betrayed her, as lurid thoughts of Jaina Proudmoore made her unique anatomy stir beneath her robes.

She shifted uncomfortably as her length strained against the confines of her silken undergarments. The afternoon lesson loomed with each passing moment, and she knew that if she didn't get herself under control soon, she would find herself completely unable to focus on but a single word the famed Archmage would speak.

Soon, she would have to present her work, standing before Jaina while her girlcock throbbed desperately.

Why did Jaina have to be so fucking stacked? Why did those huge fucking tits of hers have to bounce with every step she took, with every spell she cast?

Her quill snapped between trembling fingers.

Fuck.

Dropping what remained of her quill, she allowed her hand to slip beneath her robes, fingers trembling with surging arousal.

Just- Just enough to take the edge off...

she promised herself, fingers wrapping around her aching girlcock.

The first stroke drew a strangled gasp from her parted lips and a hefty dollop of clear precum which soon coated her fingers. She put the back of her hand to her mouth to try and stifle the sounds of her pleasure as she worked herself with desperate need.

Visions of Jaina flooded her mind - those huge, creamy tits, the casual touches during lessons, the way her robes hugged those obscene, cock-torturing curves...

The sudden chime of the clock shattered her haze, and she yanked her hand away. Her lesson was but twenty minutes away. She wouldn't have time to get off and get to the tower in time. Hurriedly, she gathered her supplies and scrolls and left her quarters.

Theramore's walls made her feel safe as hurried steps carried her to the central mage tower, overlooking the whole of the relatively small settlement. The sea breeze carried with it the scent of salt, and hundreds of sails waited patiently at the docks.

Just think about something else,

anything

else,

she told herself, clutching her bundle of scrolls tighteras she crossed one of the smaller courtyards. Her predicament made each step torturous, length straining against silken smallclothes with every movement.

The cool shade offered by Jaina's tower offered little relief, for she had to ascend to the very top. Teleportation magic was unavailable to any outside Jaina, as a powerful enchantment had been placed upon the very stones of the tower, thus blocking such magic entirely.

Anxiety and horror gripped at the thought of facing her teacher in such a state, and she dearly hoped the climb would prove physically exerting enough to lower the pressure.

However, she found that her condition only worsened during the climb, her shaft throbbing insistently against her thigh. By the time she'd reached the top landing, she was panting softly.

Upon reaching her master's study, Emila steadied herself and knocked on its heavy oaken door.

While more extravagant mages might have simply opened the door through some complex magical mechanism or through some arcane spell, Jaina's response was a simple "Enter."

Emila pushed the door open, stepping into the circular chamber.

Soft light bathed every surface in the room, the open windows offering a perfect view of Theramore's port and the dozens of ships anchored therein.

Such a view, however, could not compare to that of Jaina Proudmoore herself, standing at her desk as she examined a handful of maps. Kalimdor was still mostly unexplored, and adventurers from the Eastern Kingdoms were still pouring in to explore the mysterious continent.

The position made the woman's immense breasts strain against the metallic corset she wore beneath the open purple-and-white robes she'd been known to wear. The garment left her midriff exposed, leading one's gaze to the woman's wide hips.

Emila had often heard people in the taverns of Theramore describe Jaina as a

MILF

. She'd never looked into the meaning of the word, but it had somehow felt like an apt descriptor of the thirty-something blonde.

"Right on time, as usual," Jaina said, looking up at Emila with a wide smile. She straightened, causing those huge tits to shift about with the motion. "Bring me your work for the day."

Light save me,

Emila thought, every fibre of her body struggling desperately not to stare at those obscene, creamy melons.

One part of her mind acknowledged that Jaina, should she take note of her unique anatomy, would not speak a word. Another part of her, however, feared that she would react negatively and cast her out for impropriety.

"L-Lady Proudmoore," Emila managed, offering the other mage a curt bow as she set her work on the desk.

Her eyes fixed determinedly on the wood grain pattern as she heard Jaina flatten the scrolls out one by one.

"You seem flushed, Emila," Jaina observed. "Is something the matter?"

Emila shook her head. "I'm fine, my lady. Just... the climb."

"Mm. I see." Jaina's hum sent shivers down Emila's spine, and her cock lurched in her precum-soaked smallclothes.

Despite being on the other side of the table, Jaina's proximity was torture. Her gaze betrayed her, and she could see how her teacher's corset strained with each breath, how her position made those heavy breasts hang against the revealing armor piece.

After a time, Jaina spoke, breaking the silence. "Interesting positioning of the arcane matrices," she noted, blue eyes looking over Emila's most recent scroll, the one that appeared almost as a pair of breasts.

"I was distracted, my lady. I can redo them, I -"

Jaina held up her hand, silencing the younger woman.

"I was not born from last year's snow, you know," she said with a smile that broadened and quickly became feline. Her icy blue eyes flicked down to the tenting in the apprentice's robes before returning to the scroll and the two concentric circles upon it.

To Emila's relief and surprise, Jaina did not reprimand her. The archmage's fingers traced along the inscribed patterns for a moment. "Interesting... the positioning creates an entirely new magical reso-"

Those words were soon cut off as the purple ink began to glow, the arcane circles pulsing with energy. Before either mage could react, the scroll released a burst of shimmering pink mist that quickly filled the chamber.

Both women gasped, covering their mouths as best they could, not knowing that it was too late already, for the mist was seeping into their pores, making their bodies flush with sudden heat.

A whimpering moan left Jaina's lips as she fell forward onto the table. While Jaina was typically composed, her breathing came heavier, massive tits pressed to the table. "Nnngh..."

Emila's eyes widened in horror. If her throbbing erection and the titty-runes weren't enough to get her expelled, this certainly would be.

"I-I'm sorry, Lady Proudmoore! I-" the apprentice stammered.

"Leave," Jaina's voice was strained, but firm. "Now."

Emila's face burned with shame as she hurriedly gathered her remaining scrolls, nearly dropping them in her haste. Without looking back, she fled down the tower stairs, returning to her quarters.

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Slamming the chamber door shut behind her, Emila slid down until she sat on the cold stone floor of her apartment. Heart racing and body burning with the effects of the aphrodisiac she'd accidentally created, she shut her eyes tight to try and fight the oncoming tears.

She'd worked so hard to finally be able to study under Jaina Proudmoore! And now she had tossed that chance away because she was too fucking horny all the time.

"You fucking idiot," she muttered to herself, pressing her palms to her eyes. The shame was such that, for a brief moment, she almost forgot the throbbing length calling for attention between her legs.

For a moment, she wished she could simply tear the stupid thing away. It was ruining her life!

Trembling fingers untied her robes, lettin gthem fall open. The cool air of the chambers did little to soothe the burning arousal coursing through her veins. Pulling her smallclothes down, she allowed her cock to flop out, the heavy thing nearly half again as long as her hand.

Gently, she wrapped her fingers around her fat girlcock, already slick with precum, and began to stroke herself with desperate need.

Despite the embarrassment she'd endured, or perhaps because of it, visions of Jaina's reactions flooded her mind - the way the woman's chest struggled against the overtight confines of her corset, how low her voice had fallen, her eyes darting down to the bulge in her robes...

Strangled moans and whimpers would come of that self-pleasure as she slowly accelerated the pace. So close, so close...

I'm going to cu-

A knock at the door made her freeze, and she briefly considered simply ignoring it to finish her "work".

"Emila?" Jaina's voice, still carrying that husky quality, came through the wood. "There is nothing to be ashamed of..."

There was a pause, and Emila had to wonder if Jaina was referring to her magical aptitude or the cock which now throbbed against her palm, hard as ever.

"May I enter?" Jaina asked softly, voice still strained despite the worried softness it carried.

Shuffling to tuck herself back into her smallclothes and tie her robe around herself, Emila opened the door.

Jaina stood there, wrapped in a dark traveling cloak, hood drawn. WIthout a word, she stepped inside, closing the door behind her.

For a moment, Emila stood there, gaze fixed upon her incredibly curvaceous mentor.

Without turning, Jaina began. "I suppose your recent distraction - which has undoubtedly lead to our current predicament - is partly to blame for the failed inscription on that scroll."

Emila began a protest, but Jaina silenced her once more with a raising of her hand.

"I know you did not mean to," the sorceress spoke, breathing noticeably heavy, as if held by some growing discomfort. "Accident or not, we are both affected. This enchantment is not dissipating as it should. Perhaps you should be glad, as it indicates some measure of proficiency rarely seen in most students."

Jaina pulled back her hood, revealing flushed cheeks.

"Not only is it not dissipating, but it is growing stronger."

Emila bit her lower lip, sitting on a nearby chair to try and hide her throbbing girlcock which pushed so insistently against her robes. "I don't know how to dispel it..." she admitted.

"These types of enchantments can end in two ways," Jaina continued. "We can either wait it out - which could take hours, possibly days - or..." She let those words hang for a moment, making her intent clear.

Emila swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry.

Jaina's fingers moved to the clasp of her cloak.

With a click, the garment slid off, revealing the archmage's incredible curves adorned in nothing but scandalous azure lingerie. Those legendary tits, straining against delicate lace, threatened to overflow the barely-adequate cups of her brassiere.

Between trembling thighs, Emila's cock jerked violently at the sight. "I-is this appropriate?" whimpered Emila, quite unsure if such an act would get either of them in trouble with the Kirin Tor. Relationships between a master and a student were severely frowned upon, she knew.

"Our very lives could be at risk," Jaina smirked, stalking towards the shorter woman. Even without the whorish fuck-me heels Jaina now wore, Emila would have been a head shorter than the archmage. "And this is the only way to dispel a lust curse. Or would you rather risk us losing our minds to this uncontrollable magic?"

Burning need filled the air about them as Jaina bent down until her face was level with Emila's. "What say you?"

Gulping audibly, Emila gave a slight nod, to which Jaina responded by undoing the girl's robes. With deft movements, Jaina undid those garments, letting them fall open. Her eyes widened with desire as she took in the sight of the woman's waifish physique, with two barely-there breasts topped with light pink nipples.

Her blue eyes, however, found themselves wandering further down to the straining bulge under Emila's smallclothes. "Quite secretive, aren't we?" teased Jaina, allowing her hand to move down to cup the hefty endowment through precum-soaked fabric.

"I should have told you," Emila gasped, but Jaina silenced her with a heated kiss. Jaina's tongue demanded entrance, which Emila eagerly granted, the younger mage whimpering with delight as her mentor's hands started rubbing her steel-hard prick through the thin fabric that barely covered it.

Jaina drew back for a moment, hooking her fingers into Emila's smallclothes, slowly drawing them down. Inch by inch, the vascular endowment was revealed, thick and eager.

With every inch revealed, Jaina's eyes widened until, at last Emila's cock sprang free, leaking with need.

A soft "perfect" of appreciation slipped past Jaina's full lips as she wrapped her fingers around Emila's length. The touch sent sparks through the woman's body as Jaina caught her lips in another passionate kiss.

Emila knew not how much of her current desire was due to the enchantment and how much of it was due to her own growing desire for Jaina.

And she cared not, as she felt the woman's hand stroking her cock.

Jaina's other hand moved to her own attire, deft fingers quickly unhooking her bra. Her massive breasts spilled free, drawing a gasp from Emila, for those two great globes were larger and fuller, more wonderful than even her lewdest dreams.

"Touch them," Jaina commanded softly, guiding Emila's hands with her gaze.

No further encouragement was needed, and the girl's fingers found that soft flesh immediately, fingers kneading that feminine abundance with mounting eagerness.

Thumb circling about Emila's sensitive cockhead, Jaina grinned. "You aren't as subtle with your looks as you believe yourself to be," she teased, strokes growing more purposeful.

"I-I won't last long..." Emila warned, hips bucking involuntarily against Jaina's palm.

Jaina did not answer, her strokes growing quicker, drawing desperate moans from the squirming mage.

Panting, Emila's fingers tightened reflexively on Jaina's tits as pleasure coiled within her. Every stroked of those skilled fingers brought her nearer to her own release, cock leaking obscene amounts of precum onto the buxom mage's digits.

"L-Lady Proudmoore, I'm go-" Emilia's warning dissolved into a broken moan as her release slammed into her with force enough that she briefly wondered if her soul had left her body. Her cock pulsed powerfully, firing off thick ropes of cum against Jaina's stomach and hand.

With her apprentice coming undone before her, Jaina continued stroking that throbbing she-cock until the last drops had been coaxed from that twitching organ. To both women's amazement, the younger woman's cock remained stubbornly hard.

"It would appear it will take more than one release to defeat this enchantment," Jaina observed, eyes widening. "Once we are done, I believe we must explore these talents of yours further."

With deliberate slowness, Jaina lifted her cum-coated hand to her mouth, licking clean her skin with a grin that told Emila that she would likely ask for another taste sooner rather than later. Taking a few steps back, Jaina allowed herself to fall back onto Emila's bed, beckoning the girl closer with a single finger.

Jaina could have cast some form of mind control on her and Emila would not have known the difference, for she found herself wholly unable to resist the woman's sultry gaze.

Tentative steps drew the apprentice closer until she fell atop the reclining Jaina, whose hands were pressed to the mattress on either side of her. Their eyes met briefly before Emila allowed herself a taste of Jaina, lips kissing softly the woman's neck, peppering that soft skin with dozens of feather-light kisses which drew a pleasured sigh from the buxom archmage.

Jaina's fingers tangled in Emila's hair, guiding the apprentice's attentions. Each kiss sent shivers through Jaina's body, the enchantment seemingly serving to heighten every electric sensation. The younger mage's eager ministrations drew a series of soft moans from Jaina's parted lips.

Emila's lips were soon upon Jaina's huge breasts, lips finding purchase upon the turgid pink nipples that so called to her. The apprentice's tongue darted out for a taste, drawing a pleased hum from the blonde archmage.

Both her hands joined in the worship of Jaina's curves, kneading that soft flesh as her lips and tongue teased the woman's great round tits, each orb large enough to rival her head in size.

Before long, however, Jaina could resist no longer.

She rose from the bed, turning to display her full, rounded ass to her eager apprentice. "Oh your knees," she commanded. "Worship me."

No trace of hesitation could be seen in Emila's movements as she sank to her knees behind Jaina, both hands gripping the woman's fat, round buttocks. She gave the pale moons an appreciative squeeze before spreading them, the woman's puckered star barely concealed behind her minuscule thong.

Jaina's hands held onto the mattress as she presented herself to her student, the younger woman's fingers reaching to pull aside the minuscule garment.

A whimper of delight was drawn from Jaina's plush lips as she felt Emila's tongue dart out, tracing a slow circle around Jaina's sensitive pucker. The archmage thrust her ass out, encouraging the younger mage to continue.