Author's Note: I had a reviewer ask (in a fashion), about the size of the toy Caithana used in the last chapter, so here's my answer: Go look up a picture of a Tauren. Note how large it is. If anything, I think the measurements I used were a little on the small side. Despite how a plot worked its' way into this porn, I wouldn't hold my breath and hope for too much realism. It's set in a world where there's magic, dragons, monsters that manage to carry enchanted weapons despite not having hands or pockets, and slimes that manage to survive being hit with fire spells for crying out loud. :P
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Variona carefully marked down the results of the experiment she had just returned from checking, a test of a new substance on one of the night elves to stimulate milk production, smiling at the favorable results as she walked towards her study. She was eager to add these latest results to her records and see if there was any way she might merge the experiment with another one, but she paused in curiosity when she saw the door to her study ajar and a faint light coming through the crack. A quick breath brought the scent of the blood elf rogue she had discovered in her storeroom to her nose, and her brows rose in surprise. She would have guessed the rogue would have left hours ago, after taking care of the lust caused by one of her special candles of course, and her interest was officially peaked as she opened the study door.
Her study had been one of the rooms that she had spent the most time on, taking days to make sure that the stone of the floor was perfectly smooth and level and likewise paying just as much attention to detail on the bookshelves she had carved into the walls. Her various books on anatomy and the human reproductive system were arranged neatly in the shelves behind her desk (a fine wooden one she had commissioned - anonymously - and at some expense from a carpenter in Stormwind) along with the books she herself had completed regarding her experiments and what she had discovered about various topics. The books still barely filled up half of the shelf-wall, but she was hoping to fix that once her latest rounds of tests were completed.
At any rate, the blood elf was hunched over her desk and reading over one of her recently finished journals. From the faint scent of arousal in the air, the rogue liked what she was reading, the violet-eyed woman thought with a smirk as she approached the desk.
"Find anything interesting?" Variona asked in amusement as she set down her latest notes on an empty corner of the now paper-laden desk. She was even more amused when the blood elf started in surprise; obviously the rogue had been concentrating so much on the journal that she hadn't noticed her enter the room. She mentally chuckled, smiling when she caught the rush of blood into the elf woman's cheeks that signaled a blush, and the rogue turned red as she struggled for words, opening her mouth several times before managing to speak.
"What are the measurements in the beginning for?" It was a valid question, and Variona had no problem answering, feeling rather pleased that someone was taking an interest in her research. She had thought she had more or less resigned herself to the fact that no one else would know of her experiments, but now that someone did and was taking an interest, a strange feeling of gratification was welling up in her chest.
"Those tell how large the subject's breasts are initially, and how much their vaginas can stretch to accommodate different cocks, simulated by the toys you saw in the storeroom, of course."
The rogue looked at the journal in front of her with renewed interest, and she sounded short of breath as she asked, "And how do you determine those measurements?"
And so Variona told her, and she quite enjoyed the looks of interest and arousal that flitted across the blood elf's beautiful face during her explanation. She was smirking at the end of it, and the rogue was blushing and sitting stock still as the violet-eyed woman asked her, a little curious despite herself, since she hadn't expected the rogue to stick around, "What is your name?"
The blood elf choked out, her glowing eyes glazed in thought, "Caithana Duskwhisper," and her impressive bosom jiggled as she shook herself out of her thoughts. Variona had to admit, the blood elf was a gorgeous example of her species, and she made a mental note to acquire a blood elf female the next time the Horde launched an attack on the caves. She was quite curious about how blood elves differed from night elves and humans in terms of physiology, especially during sex and how they feel pleasure.
While the twilight dragon was thinking of possible experiments with blood elves, for her part Caithana was having a hard time keeping herself from clearly showing how
interested
she was in Variona's experiments. Her nipples had already hardened, thankfully not visibly though, and the human-looking woman's explanation of the measurements she had found in various journals on the desk put some of the things she'd read in an entirely new perspective. Seeing Variona was apparently deep in thought, she glanced down at the open journal in front of her, a book that described potions and substances she'd never even heard of and their effects on the female body...or at least the bodies of female night elves and human women, and she wasn't ashamed to admit that she was immensely curious about if they worked on blood elves as well.
Caithana looked at the other books she had gone through when she had stumbled upon the study, research journals that described a myriad of aphrodisiacs and gels and many other substances that Variona had invented and tested, not to mention the details of a few of the creatures she had modified aside from the spider the rogue had seen. Her mind was whirling with the information she had found, and it had been even before Variona had found her and answered her question about the measurements, and she was a bit embarrassed that she felt moisture gathering between her thighs as she remembered the experiments she'd read about in the journals. It shouldn't excite her as much as it did, but she couldn't deny the hardness of her nipples or the clenching of her inner muscles, though she still tried to think logically.