Sylvanas had to restrain herself from grinning ear to ear as she watched Jaina disrobe and step towards her and Nick. Though she had teleported here to see the worgen, the sorceress had clearly not been expecting Sylvanas or her rangers. As such, her movement was awkward, if not a little timid even.
The slut wants it bad enough to stick around though,
Sylvanas thought, one of her sharp canines gleaming in a half-smile.
The human mage was short in comparison to her, with pale skin from sitting indoors all day and reading. A healthy layer of meat clung to her body, giving her an almost motherly figure that emphasized her breasts, thighs and backside. Rather than the sleek abs that Sylvanas carried, Jaina's stomach swelled ever so slightly with a tiny hillock of fat that distinguished her from the Dark Lady's more toned figure.
Sylvanas inclined her head and pursed her lips as Jaina stopped in front of her. Admittedly, the mage's looks were only enhanced by her sedentary lifestyle, with fat that only seemed to attach itself to the most promising of places, and never in abundance. Flicking her gaze to Nick, her lip curled in dismay at the way he was practically salivating over the human.
"Why don't you lay down, Nick?" she said, more of a command than a question, and as she spoke she took Jaina by the arm, another hand cupping her chin as she leaned down to kiss her.
Jaina's eyes widened but she didn't resist the Dark Lady's surprisingly soft kiss. Nick on the other hand stood frozen in place, absentmindedly licking at his lips. The lewd spectacle was too much for him. He forgot Sylvanas' command, and as the elf began to massage at one of Jaina's breasts, he stepped forward.
Sylvanas broke away from the kiss, almost reluctantly, leaving a flustered, red-cheeked Jaina staring at her in a mix of bewilderment and disappointment over having their moment cut short.
"Nick," Sylvanas said simply, shooting him a cursory glance and then returning to stare into Jaina's clear blue eyes.
Nick grumbled but at last complied, lying upon the thick rug that decorated his floor, round, red, and comfortable enough for him not to complain.
Sylvanas leaned in as if for another kiss, prompting Jaina to tilt her head into her, but the Dark Lady instead diverted her lips to the side of her head, brushing them against the mage's ear and whispering something that Nick couldn't quite hear. Jaina giggled, stealing a glance at the worgen upon the ground and sharing another fleeting kiss with Sylvanas.
Entwined by the arm, and with Sylvanas' hand clearly groping at Jaina's ass, the two of them came to a stop before his floored body, gazing down at him with ill concealed amusement. Nick's cock was still hard as stone, a towering red monument that longed to impale either of the gorgeous women standing above him. Instead, they reached out with their soft feet, pressing them against Nick's juice covered shaft. He growled needily and they beamed down at him, with Jaina's smile somehow matching Sylvanas' in its wickedness.
Was this teasing to be revenge for him not keeping in contact with her for the past year?
Unlike the scorned mage, however, the Dark Lady held no particular malice, she just enjoyed tormenting him as she knew it would pay off later when she was at his mercy beneath him. He had gifted her with two toe rings earlier in the year, both of finely crafted silver. One beheld a skull with crimson gems for eyes, while the other was furnished with a clawed paw set between two onyx stones. The cool metal of Sylvanas' rings against his manhood made him shiver, but it was not at all an unpleasant sensation as they stroked at his tool.
The two women pressed harder against him, wiggling their toes around the throbbing length of his cock and making him incline his hips upwards into them as they worked. Jaina pressed against him with more force this time, pushing him down flush against the floor with a "Hmph."
Surprised, Sylvanas quirked an eyebrow at him as if to ask, "What the hell did you do?"
Nick sniffed but said nothing, lying still as Sylvanas and Jaina took to rubbing up and down the crimson hued causeway of his cock. Their toes and the soles of their feet quickly became sticky with pre-cum, drawing him to ragged breaths and impatient drumming against the rug with his fingers. He wanted nothing more than to fuck the both of them senseless, but he played along with their game, watching and salivating as they practically ignored him, instead making out with each other, their tongues rolling and their full lips melding together.
It was an odd sight, seeing the Banshee Queen and the Alliance Archmage kissing with a passion that rivaled even the most wild of lovers. It made him burn with a mighty need and his cock pulsed beneath their massaging feet, as hard and tall and virile as it ever could be. His hands clenched and unclenched, and it was as if he was lying upon a horde of ants, so urgent was his desire to bolt upright and take them one after the other.
Through half-lidded eyes, Sylvanas caught his gaze for a moment, flashing him an impish grin and pulling on Jaina's lower lip before leaning in for another kiss, forcing her tongue deep into the human woman's mouth. Sylvanas' hand was on the back of Jaina's head, controlling every movement she made while her other hand rested upon her lower back, diving low at times to squeeze at the pale flesh of the sorceress' ass. The Dark Lady had spent some time with her rangers, and the experience with other women was paying off nicely. Jaina moaned into her mouth and squealed when her fingers traced over her slit.
One of the feet upon his manhood stopped its diligent stroking and soon afterwards the other did the same. Looking at his crotch and then up at the powerful women above him, he saw Sylvanas lick Jaina's lips and give her ass a smack before pulling away, her confident gaze channeling upon him.
"I think Lady Proudmoore is ready for some of that
respite
I was receiving earlier." Sylvanas crossed her arms, propping up the blue mountains upon her chest and looking sideways at the Archmage. "The question is, how would you like to take it?"
Jaina glanced between them, looking a little nervous, and then slowly dropped down onto her hands and knees, her round backside facing Nick.
Grinning, the worgen rushed to her, immediately pressing a hand against her upper back and forcing her down so that her ass was raised high for ease of access. Jaina grunted but made no effort to climb back up onto her hands, and instead she shivered longingly when Nick dropped the heavy weight of his cock upon her pale rear, slapping it against her cheeks and then rubbing it teasingly against her folds, giving her a taste but not quite entering.
