Undercity Training

The low light of the Undercity cast a subdued hue over Ventayanna’s smooth skin. Like most Sindorei women, her features were soft and attractive. The flickering candles accented her long, orange-red hair and luminous green eyes. The warlock was taller than most females of her kind, a fact accentuated by the open-toed heels she wore. Her hips swayed sensually as she strolled confidently into the area of the city frequented by those who used the power of demons for their own. Many were forsaken and though they were no longer truly among the living, her shapely behind drew more than one glance.

She was wearing one of her most favorite outfits, an orange satiny dress which was open at the sides. Elaborate tattoos of demonic runes and arcane symbols covered her hips and thighs and she could show them off. The fact that the fabric clung to her frame and helped to draw attention didn’t hurt either. A simple linen belt held her curving sword at her side, its shape and shine identified her place in society. Ventayanna wasn’t above using every weapon in her arsenal to get what she needed, or wanted, and that included her looks and when necessary her body. The warlock knew that to many eyes in Silvermoon she was too tall, too flat-chested, and too zealous. However in this circle, where dark secrets and ancient whispers were normal, she fit right in. She’d heard that a new secret of the dark arts had been learned and mastered by one of the forsaken and she knew she too had to know this skill. It had only taken a few pouty expressions to get past the first guard. The second had been more difficult, but only slightly. A couple of minutes on her knees was all it took to bypass the usual need for an appointment and pass into her master’s chambers. At first the undead was surprised, for he had not seen Ventayanna in many weeks and had made it perfectly clear that she could learn nothing more from him, then he smiled as he noted what Ventayanna was wearing.

Since she had left Silvermoon when the Sindorei joined with the Horde, Ventayanna had studied under Luther Pickman. As her skill at controlling demons and the powers that held them on azeroth grew, she needed help less and less. Still, Pickman was a useful source of information about things she did not yet fully understand. During one of their lessons, Ventayanna noticed that he was looking not at her performance but admiring her flushed body. Though the man might be undead, his ability to have arousal had not left him. On more than one occasion Ventayanna had purposely brushed against him, using her body to encourage a little more information out of him. During these occasions she noted that Pickman would be more than capable of fulfilling her carnal needs. She knew that she would be able to fulfill his as well. The Sindorei filed this away for a time when she might need something Pickman was unwilling to give her. That time appeared to be now.

“Master, I’m so glad you are here.”

Ventayanna’s voice was low and sweet, but it barely hid the lust behind her lips. It was a lust that she admitted she had been carrying since she first noticed his enjoyment in training her.

“Your innocent act won’t work on me, Venta, I know you. What do you want?”

Pickman placed his hands on his hips and appeared annoyed. He was no fool and he was sure that he could resist the Sindorei’s seduction act. He would certainly take her pleasure for his own, but she wouldn’t get his secrets that easily.
Ventayanna crossed the chamber swiftly, her heels making a loud clicking on the wood floor as she strode confidently to him, wrapping her arm around his waist and pressing herself against him lightly. To her surprise the forsaken moved a hand to her lower back, just above the curve of her rear and pulled her tight against him. He took advantage of her surprise and pressed his knee between her long thighs. Ventayanna felt the pressure and tilted her head to the side.

“You know what I want, master. I know you want it too…”

Pickman smiled his usual dark grin. He would have this tricky little warlock begging for it soon enough. He knew she didn’t wear panties and that she would fall victim to her own sex drive given a little encouragement and stimulation. He provided some of the latter by running his lips over her pointed ear slowly and nibbling on the lobe. He felt the Sindorei tense momentarily before relaxing into him. He felt her other arm wrap slowly around his neck. He knew Ventayanna was something of a slut, but he didn’t realize just how easy she would be to make his. He could feel the warmth of her nethers against his cool leg already. He whispered into her ear.

“Then let’s not talk any more, my dear.”

Ventayanna felt his lips on her sensitive ear and a smoldering of heat flushed her cheeks. The thin fabric of her dress couldn’t contain the warmth starting between her thighs and she knew it. She felt the hand on her back slide lower, cupping her taught ass and squeezing gently. She blushed even darker, realizing that he must have felt she wasn’t wearing any panties. The pressure against her sex felt wonderful and she rubbed herself against his leg once again, receiving a delicious tingle of pleasure as a reward. Kisses fell upon her neck, forming goosebumps. They felt simply divine and before making a conscious thought Ventayanna brought one hand to Pickman’s belt. Her nimble fingers quickly undid the clasp and slid into his linen pants.

She felt a murmur against her neck that encouraged her. Ventayanna wrapped her index finger and thumb around his rapidly hardening member. She knew she had him just where she wanted him now. Soon he would be on the verge of cumming for her and would agree to anything to let her finish him off. She began to stroke up and down, feeling more satisfied murmers against her neck. As she worked her deft fingers over his member she felt her hips moving against his thigh and suddenly felt constricted by her belt. Fortunately just as she’d had the thought she felt it being undone and soon enough her ears were greeted by the sound of her sword clattering to the floor. To reward him for letting her feel a bit more free, Ventayanna wrapped her whole hand around Pickman’s erection and stroked more quickly. She felt his member throb once in her hand, electrifying her. She turned her head to place her lips against his ear and whispered hotly.

“That’s it master…you want inside me, don’t you?”

Just as she spoke, Ventayanna felt a familiar twinge between her legs. Even as she was working her talented fingers over Pickman’s erection she couldn’t deny she was growing wet as well. She wanted him inside her too. She felt the satin of her dress sliding up her thighs and her head snapped back, her green eyes locking on Pickman’s dark orbs. She released her grip on his throbbing member to help him bunch the fabric of her dress up higher. His hands grasped her tight rear firmly and without much effort the Sindorei was raised to sit on the end of a convenient table. Ventayanna opened her legs as she pulled the fabric of her shimmering dress to the tops of her thighs, revealing her swollen netherlips.

“My, my, it seems you can’t help but become wet for me my dear.”

Ventayanna wrapped her legs around the forsaken’s waist, drawing him close to her once again. She felt the head of his full erection slide against her most needy sex. The sensation made her spine tingle and her lips betrayed her by letting a soft whimper of pleasure escape. Her hips bucked forward, needing him inside. The Sindorei placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled him down to her, letting her fiery tongue snake out and tease Pickman’s lips. She was rewarded by the sensation of his tip sliding up and down her needy folds, pausing along her clitoris. She knew her tiny pearl was budding with the attention and Ventayanna let a hand slip down between her thighs. Her fingertips guided his member to her welcoming opening and she pressed her hips forward. It wasn’t about learning or power anymore, she needed him inside her and she needed it now. She felt the Forsaken stiffen, his tip just spreading her twitching and eager lips. She pressed her hips forward more forcefully, twisting her head and letting her teeth dig into Pickman’s lip. The Sindorei felt herself become filled slowly, each inch tickled her folds wonderfully. She slowly coated his member with her slickness until she was completely filled. Ventayanna locked her ankles together around Pickman’s waist and flexed her strong leg muscles. The familiar and wonderful sensation of an erect manhood throbbing inside her made the Sindorei roll her eyes back and let out a muffled moan of delight. His tip even grazed her cervix, making her sopping inner walls twitch with pleasure.

“oohh, master!”

Pickman groaned with the sensation of this tight warlock’s nethers wrapped around him. He began to work his hips back and forth, fucking her slowly. Her pussy was already clenching down on him, clearly she was enjoying it much more than she had thought she would. Silly blood elves always did have a weakness for pleasure in any form. He decided to pick up the pace, wanting to send his student into an orgasm just to hear her moan and beg. His hips moved back and forth rapidly making a satisfying wet slap each time he filled her wet folds completely. Ventayanna arched her back in time with his thrusts, making the wooden table she was sitting on squeak and creak under her. She was trying to hide it, but each thrust brought a sigh and moan from her lips. The sound was magic to Pickman’s ears. He buried his throbbing and ready cock all the way inside the slutty Sindorei, holding it there.

“You want to cum, don’t you Venta?”

Ventayanna nodded her head furiously, her lidded eyes rolling to the back of her head as she felt his tip scratch her cervix again. She was completely filled, all her little sensitive spots were alive with pleasure that tingled from her toes to the tips of her ears. Her blazing red hair was a mess and she was sure her skin had the sheen of a slight sweat on it. She was ready to cum and both she and her master knew it. The Forsaken pulled back slowly, drawing almost completely out of Ventayanna. She whimpered wantonly. She knew what he wanted, and she would give it to him.

“Please master, make me cum for you? I’m so close, can’t you feel it?”

He could feel it, her sodden folds were clenching down so tight he thought she would make him explode inside her any second. And the warlock’s desperate, lust-filled pleas just pushed him that much closer. He would give his little Ventayanna what her body wanted. He thrust back inside her quickly a few times and felt her body tense. The Sindorei dug her painted nails into his shoulder as she opened her mouth in a slack ‘O’ just before letting out a longing moan of pleasure.

Then the climax came, its heat washed over Ventayanna completely. She threw her head back and didn’t care that she was moaning out one long quiet ‘yes.’ Her pussy contracted and released quickly, drenching Pickman’s erection with her sweet nectar. She held him inside her as tight as she could, flexing her strong legs. The Forsaken stiffened as well, grabbing Ventayanna’s almost perfect ass tightly. As her climax passed, her folds milked her master for everything she had and they were rewarded in no time. She felt the hot rush of his seed flowing unrestricted into her. The Forsaken grunted into her delicate ear as his sticky fluid mixed with hers until her insides were filled. Gradually his thrusts stopped, Ventayanna’s pussy had milked him dry. The Sindorei unlocked her ankles and released Pickman. She had a healthy afterglow from the strong orgasm and a bit of sweat was on her brow from it.

“Let me clean you, master.”

Pickman stepped back, allowing Ventayanna to ease off the table. She pulled her dress down, hiding her satiated sex behind only a thin satin covering. She stood for a moment, pulling her red hair back before dropping to her knees in front of the Forsaken’s still semi-erect member. The sight of her wetness still on him made her want to take him into her mouth all the more. She put her hands on his sides and kissed his still sensitive tip gingerly, turning her head to the side slightly.

“Of course my deaaahhhr.”

Pickman wasn’t ready for Ventayanna to use her tongue so hungrily. Hi ran his fingers through her ruffled hair, holding it out of her face as her head began to bob slowly on his member. She was quite talented, obviously this was a warlock who liked to give blowjobs. That didn’t bother him one bit, in fact it made him glad he’d fucked her for he was sure she would give him at least a suck anytime he asked for it.

Ventayanna loved tasting her own sex on her lover’s erections. She sucked hard as her tongue rolled over every little fold of his manhood. She pulled her head back and a little string of her saliva ran from her bottom lip to his tip. She truly loved the sensation of her mouth around a man’s cock. Next time she would just have to suck him until he came in her mouth, but of course then she would have to decide if she would swallow his seed or simply have him cum on her chest. She smiled coyly up at Pickman. He’d enjoy either and so would she. The fact that she might learn something new about harnessing her dark powers was just an excuse at this point. The Sindorei stood slowly, pulling the Forsaken’s pants back up and re-buttoning them carefully. Pickman tied her belt back around her hips and fastened it, using one finger to tease her nethers one last time, being rewarded with a quick breath and a sigh.

Ventayanna strolled confidently out of Luther Pickman’s chambers, past the guard who would later no doubt brag about the semen he had shot down the redheaded Sindorei’s throat. She gave the guard a knowing wink and licked her lips. She swung her hips sensually, the orange satin of her dress hugging her almost perfect ass with each step. Her heels clicked on the hard wood and stone as she walked with a new tome of dark magic in her hands. She didn’t care that her mussed hair and the sheen of her skin told everyone she passed that she had just fucked her master to get it.