Patterns of golden light moved across the bedroom as the sun rose, already perched above the spires and turrets that comprised much of Silvermoon City's beauty. Rays of sunshine slowly crept to the foot of the large gilded bed centered in the space, then crawled up onto the maroon silk of the sheets. The shadows it created revealed a beautiful female figure, resting on her side under the covers, so deeply asleep that she hardly moved at all. Soon after, the light of a cloudless morning illuminated the girl's face. She was a young blood elf, nobility, with long auburn hair that flowed messily around her face and intertwining with her lengthy eyebrows. A small orcish fang jutted from her lower jaw and parted her lips; the only hint that she was, perhaps, not precisely what she seemed. With radiant warmth on her cheeks, and the sounds of the city streets reaching up to the highest rooms of the manor, the elf stirred and groaned, then opened her shimmering green eyes. They were met by a magnificent view of Sunfury Spire, its turrets striking in the morning sun.
She rolled onto her back and stretched, raising her arms over her head as the sheets fell away from her naked body. Her delicate hands rubbed the sleep from her eyes, then pulled the hair from her face and tucked it behind her exaggerated ears. As she sat, the teenager flinched as if surprised, and looked down at herself.
"Oh, not again!"
The silken bedcovering had caught on something quite large that projected from her crotch. She lifted the sheets away, and groaned as they brushed across her skin and revealed her constant morning nemesis. Between her legs sprouted a large erect cock, straining towards the ceiling, its foreskin already pulled back from the reddened tip. It swayed in time with her heartbeat, as if waving at her for attention. Usually, it wasn't this needy, but for some reason she was more aroused than normal. Her pussy itched for attention too, its demands entirely overwhelming. There was only one appropriate response. Looking down between the canyon formed by her sizable breasts, she brought her left hand to her smooth testicles and began massaging them. Her right hand crept upwards until her fingers wrapped around the thick shaft.
"Mhhhmm!"
What a pleasant way to rise! She began to stroke herself, twisting her balls in her palm and watching as her long foreskin repeatedly covered and pulled away from the glans of her foot-long penis. It made an audible noise, the sound of skin-on-skin mixed with the thud of her hand against the base of her dick. Once she started, there was no way she'd stop, not until she had a release. Especially not today, not with how hard she was after waking up. But once it was over, she'd be ready to start the new day, relaxed and focused.
The blood elf groaned, lone hand flying over her girthy length. A bead of precum bubbled from her cock. It stayed balanced there a moment before running down her shaft, slipping between her fingers. Soon, a river of clear liquid flowed out, coating her member in a glistening substance that caught the amber light flooding into her chamber. Drops of it sprayed over her, the pungent smell unfit for someone so proper. She could feel cloth clinging to her slick folds, made wet by the attention her cock was receiving. It made her that much more starved for the coming climax. She lifted her heavy sack, hands moving to the hidden sex that it usually covered.
KNOCK KNOCK!
The alarming noised startled the girl and gave her only seconds to realize what was about to happen. She tore her hands away from her crotch and pulled the sheets over herself just as her mother, Kazaria, barged into the room.
"Janearia Sunshimmer! I know what it is like to be 19, but you do not have the luxury of sleeping for half the day! There are many things to do!"
"M-mother! Good morning! I was just about to get up, I promise!" Nearie shifted her body, making sure that her erection wasn't showing under the thin fabric.
"You should have been awake over an hour ago, Janearia! You've missed breakfast, and I have business elsewhere. I will not see you again until tomorrow morning." Kazaria's voice strained with exasperation.
Nearie yawned, her mouth stretching wide. "Sorry mother... I'll make sure to wake earlier in the future."
"Good! Also, while I am gone, I need you to acquire a few potions, it seems a few have been stolen from the stores again. And be sure to get fitted for a new gown, the next council is in a few days and we don't want you looking like a common ruffian."
"But... I already have so much..."
Kazaria held up a finger. "What did I say about talking back to me?"
"It's inappropriate for this household."
"Precisely. Do as you are told. I will see you tomorrow, before the sun's rise."
As Kazaria turned to leave, she paused. There seemed to be dark stains forming across her daughter's bedsheet.
"Janearia, what is that filth you are sleeping in?"
"UHHmmm, it's... sweat. Yeah! It was hot in here!" Nearie lied, her heart racing.
Kazaria glared at Nearie suspiciously, and the teenager felt like her very soul was being pierced by the familiar eyes. After what seemed like a minute of silence, her mother shrugged and turned.
"Make sure to have the maid change those covers," said the regal elf as she left, closing the door behind her.
After waiting a few minutes, just in case her mother decided to double back and surprise her, Nearie flung off the sheets and sprang from the bed, now fully awake. She was still stiff and dripping, but that would have to wait. Using a towel, she wiped herself dry before dressing, watching her hard-on subside slightly as she put together a mental schedule of her day. Potions first, then the tailor, and after that the library. There were several spellbooks that she'd requested last week, and it was likely that they had come in by now. Nearie glanced down at her semi-flaccid monstrosity. Maybe she could pick up some additional reading... something to help her pleasure herself later. With her mother gone from the estate, there was nothing to hold her back from a full night of sexual exploration.
Grinning, the young elf slipped on a tight thong that fully restrained her ladydick. It was uncomfortable, but necessary. Next, she pulled on her rather revealing clothing, a combination of a skimpy top that left her midriff completely bare, and a skirt made of a few long pieces of fabric that fell over her groin and covered her rear. Each article was made of red-dyed silk and infused with ornate gold patterns. After properly tucking her cock into place, Nearie affixed her customary jewelry, including the metal clip that held her ponytail in place, the golden ringlets that she wore below her knees and around her biceps, and her cherished blue choker, a gift from her first love. With a hurried check of the mirror, she strode from the room and exited, her long and powerful legs carrying her at a swift pace, her heels clicking on the stone floor.
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Vendors crowded the claustrophobic streets of the Bazaar, their voices dissonant as Nearie waded through the throng of citizens, travelers and their mounts, and merchants with carts of produce. This was the best place in the Sin'dorei capitol where it was likely that she could find the potions that her mother had requested. With another glance at her Kazaria's list, she headed off down a winding alleyway in search of brokers who dealt in rare magical items. As she walked, Nearie drew the stares of men and women alike, her height, her looks, and her attire difficult for commonfolk to ignore. But she was used to it, and paid the strangers no mind, instead focusing on the task at hand.
"Hey gorgeous! Maybe you're looking for some potions? Elixers? Balms? I have them all!" The voice was clear and feminine, and clearly directed Nearie's way.
The blood elf paused, then turned to face the stand from where the unrefined call had issued. There at a small booth sat a young human girl, surrounded by vials and jars of her wares. She was short in stature but cute, with soft features, full lips, and strawberry blonde hair that was tied loosely to one side of her head. As Nearie observed, her cock shifting slightly, the human gestured at the colorful wealth of items for sale. It seemed that maybe this woman could do more than just make catcalls.