This is a story about fictional characters in the WoW universe. All sex is between characters of legal age for their races/cultures.
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Ahnah and Zilah exited the Deep-Run Tram, passed through Tinker Town and stepped into the great Dwarven Capital city of Ironforge. The two Draenei females looked about and wrinkled their noses. Everything here smelled of the great furnace and forges... and ale. Dwarves were in abundance of course, but here and there were members of the other Allied races. Humans and Gnomes mostly, with a few Elves and fewer Draenei.
The two females looked much alike, differing only slightly in size. Ahnah being a little taller than her daughter. Both were considered striking beauties in their race and the free minded of other races had to admit there was a great deal of beauty present, even if you weren't into the horns, tails and hooves. They had a pale blue complexion, the softly glowing bluish white eyes, and gracefully sweeping horns, smaller in Zilah's case. Both stood tall and carried themselves erect and proud, with long, golden manes. Both had enchanting smiles and exuded confidence and calm.
Yet only Ahnah had the perfectly beautiful face, Zilah wore a veil to cover her disfigurement. It was of exquisite quality and craftsmanship, made of Iceweb spider silk with tiny jewels along the hem. It covered her in a shimmering curtain, yet did not impede her vision at all. Both wore expensive robes of dark blue embroidered with complex designs in silver and white. The skirts, although long were split quite high, allowing both ease of movement and casual display of their long legs. The fronts of the robes seemed possessed of their own magic. The necklines plunged down below their breasts, the edges seemed to adhere to their skin, never exposing more than intended, no matter how they moved. Yet exposed they were. Teasingly the swell of their breasts elicited looks from all races and both sexes. Some were approving, some disapproving, and some were hungry. Both females had large firm breasts, carried high and boldly thrust out before them. Ahnah's were larger, and yet she showed no sag or droop, traits relatively unknown to their race, thank the Naaru.
They stepped off, side by side, in perfect unison and the crowds seemed to part before them naturally. They first visited the bank, then secured a room at one of the inns where a porter brought their luggage.
"Mama, this is so exciting, when do we meet with the Gnome lady?"
"Tomorrow, mid-morning. Relax! You are as anxious as a talbuk calf!"
"I cannot help it, Mama!"
"Ah! But you have seen many cities!"
"Nothing like this! All of it so deep within the mountain!" she replied and gazed up at the ceiling. "Cut from the living rock! And the furnace! Mama! Did you see that? Everything heated by it! The whole city is so warm, even though the mountain and valleys are covered in snow so deep!"
Ahnah laughed. The city was a marvel, but for her, the absence of crystals was unpleasant. She'd grown up mostly on the Exodar and never ventured far until she became an adult. The skies of Azeroth were so different from Draenor too, but sky was sky. Here you could see nothing but rock.
They ate in the common room of the inn. The Dwarves had some difficulty with the heavy Draenei accents as they too had trouble understanding the Dwarves. The menu was confusing as well. Finally the proprietor brought out a simple but wholesome savory rabbit stew. Ahnah drank wine but Zilah decided to try the ale. She looked humorous with the foam across her upper lip but seemed to like it. Indeed, she tried three different brews during the meal. As they went down (that was a dwarven thing she found confusing, Dwarves built downward, not upward.) to their room Ahnah left specific instructions for the morning... and enough coin to insure they were carried out.
The next morning, two dwarves brought breakfast to their room It was a hearty one of course, in the local style. There were eggs, bacon, sausage, toast and jam along with hotcakes and syrup. The latter a human concoction that the dwarves had adopted with gusto. Later a dwarven female came to escort them to the bath. The room was down another level and the attendant posted herself outside to insure their privacy. The pair of them stepped into the room and stared in amazement.
The bath was a stone basin cut right into the floor and was big enough for a dozen draenei at once! The water continually flowed into it at one end and out at the other. Ahnah also discerned several drains on the bottom. The water was very warm, heated no doubt by the great furnace. They stripped and laid their robes on the wooden bench, even removing their tail rings. While Ahnah wore two, Zilah only wore one at the moment. Well, her mother thought, she was still young, perhaps she would develop more. Ahnah actually wondered if it was time for her to consider a third ring. She was bustier now than she had ever been and the tail rings compensated for the weight of the bosom, allowing for better balance, posture and agility.
Zilah gasped as she stepped in but was soon reveling in the hot water. Her mother was less appreciative but tolerated it nonetheless. It was near scalding Ahnah thought, but probably soothed sore muscles wonderfully. She lit a couple of candles, some holy incense, and then chanted as she bathed her daughter in a time-worn custom too seldom practiced anymore.
"Heed me oh Daughter, gift of the Naaru, birthed of my flesh.
Poised on the step between childhood and maturity now.
Innocence escaping and knowledge entering you, filling you.
For this purpose the female was formed, to join, to mesh,
To give pleasure, to receive the seed, to accept and allow,
A spark of Life to grow and begin anew.
This act of pleasing, can be pleasing as well.
For the mating should rightly be joyous for all.
Give him yourself a vessel worthy and fair,
Then take him with gratitude when he does with desire swell.
And sing as he joins his flesh with you to answer love's call.
That great joy and pleasure the two of you shall share.
As she chanted, Ahnah's hands caressed her daughter's young body. Her delicate womanhood, inches above the surface of the water filled her nostrils with the scent of desire and arousal. Ahnah brought her tail up between her legs and parted those lips. She teased the girl only for a moment, watching her face.
Zilah was biting her lip. She took a calming breath and gazed into her mother's eyes.
"I am ready Mama."
Ahnah held her daughter as she deflowered her. She felt Zilah jerk once and tense up, then relax. In the old tradition this was not a sex act, but the final act of preparation a mother performed for her daughter on coming of age. Too few carried on the old ways. Gently Ahnah inserted her tail as far into her daughter as she could and Zilah sighed and her body accepted this new role. Now she could mate painlessly.
Ahnah slowly withdrew her bloodied appendage, then anointed her daughter's vulva with blessed oils. Both were shedding tears, happy tears and Ahnah hugged her daughter tight.
"You are now a woman. I pray you find many joinings and that they all be pleasing and full of great joy."
Ahnah was both happy and sad as they finished and dressed.
Back in their room, they changed clothes and finally set off for their appointment. Taking a little known route which would lead to the airport, they eventually reached an intersection, a short distance down the left branch was a large dwelling. It bore no sign but the front porch was enormous. Even at mid-morning it was occupied by a number of males. They were smoking pipes, drinking ale and laughing.
Ahnah looked at the other nearby dwellings and shops. Nothing else seemed likely. She took a deep breath and stepped forward. An elf rose from his seat and bowed.
