Sisterly Conduct

 

Author's note: I started writing this story a while ago (as you can probably tell by the setting) and only just now managed to finish it. And by "it" I mean "this one part". Hopefully there will be more parts. Maybe there won't be, because maybe this is horrible filth. I don't know! Anyways, it's like 5 AM and I am definitely rambling. Sorry. On with the show.







Sisterly Conduct

Chapter 1: Some Stuff Happens in Dalaran





Kaylyn sighed happily to herself, holding up a small object between her fingers and examining it closely. The room she had rented at the inn was pitch black, save for the silvery glow of moonlight coming through the open window and the soft pink glow of the object she was holding. The silk curtains danced lazily with a gentle breeze as the young priestess slowly licked her lips. She breathed the fresh air in slowly, before exhaling with a small heave of her chest. The pretty Blood Elf loved the magic-laced air of Dalaran. It tasted sweet and felt almost unnaturally fresh against her smooth skin.



Continuing to examine the object held in her delicate fingers, Kaylyn smiled. When she had first gotten a hold of the ring she hadn't noticed that it was glowing with magic, but now in the darkness of her rented room she could plainly see the soft light it was emitting. It wasn't bright enough to illuminate anything, but the gentle glow was noticeable in the darkness.



Earlier in the day Kaylyn had joined a small band of like-minded adventurers and her party had entered the Halls of Reflection inside Ice Crown Citadel. They had managed to clear through the halls without too much difficulty at first, but things had quickly went south and they had to make a hasty retreat. Kaylyn had worked herself into a bit of a sweat once things began to get more serious. Weaving holy magics to mend torn flesh and cleansing various afflictions from her companions was far more work than anyone seemed to give her credit for.



At the end of their adventure, they had found a chest containing magic items, one of which was the ring she now possessed. She had managed to snatch it before the undead mage in her party could get her rotting hands on it, much to the chagrin of said mage. After Kaylyn had refused to give the pretty piece of jewellery up to the upset arcanist, the undead girl had given Kaylyn a piece of her mind. Among (many) other things, she had called the pretty priestess 'an anorexic bimbo'.



Kaylyn giggled quietly at the memory of the abuse she had taken over her winnings. She had been called many things based on her Blood Elven heritage, and by far the most common insult was that she was a skinny, vapid whore, or some variation thereof. She was pretty, even by Blood Elven standards, and she was very thin as well. Like most females of her race, she was petite and feminine. She found it very amusing when others chose to try and turn her immense physical attractiveness into an insult. And it was always other races, always the ugly cows, or butch greenskins, or the rotting forsaken. Nearly always another female, too. Sure, the odd guy had taken a shot at her, but for the most part they were too busy staring at her chest to insult her. Either way, the insults never bothered her, if for no other reason than because people always tied the idea that she was pretty with the idea that she was an idiot. The young priestess was, in point of fact, quite intelligent. She was by no means a genius or anything, but regardless, that had little to do with how she acted in bed or how alluring her physical appearance was. She was hot, and she knew it. When people insulted her as though that were a bad thing all she could do in response was laugh.



Setting her new treasure on the bedside table, Kaylyn took another slow breath of air. Dalaran was a wonderful place. She wondered how hard it would be to get a more permanent home in the magical city. She had done quite well for herself and the bank had a large stockpile of her gold in storage, but she suspected it would take more than just gold to actually get her own place in the city. That suited her just fine though; a night in someone's bed could buy her more than gold alone could, and she had not yet met a man that could say 'no' to her once she was through with him. On the other hand, these inn rooms were certainly nice enough. A bit small, maybe, but still very comfortable and luxurious. Plus, she didn't have to fuck anyone to get one.



Kaylyn's love of Dalaran wasn't entirely just personal preference, though. The Blood Elves were a magically inclined race, both sensitive to the Arcane flows and addicted to the tingly rush they provided. Blood Elven magic addiction was fairly well known, in fact. And, since Dalaran was about as magical as a place could be, Blood Elves were naturally attracted to it. For Kaylyn, the magic felt tingly, almost like a cool breeze on a hot day, only she could feel it gently blowing through her very being instead of just against her skin. It made her feel more energized and enhanced her senses. It also seemed to be quite an aphrodisiac. Kaylyn had never spent more than 5 minutes in the magical city without her panties dampening.



Kneeling on her bed in the middle of the room, Kaylyn relaxed. She had taken a nice, hot bath when she had gotten back from her party's adventure and was feeling clean and refreshed now. Her pale white skin almost seemed to emit a silver glow in the faint moonlight, as did her shiny, platinum blonde hair. Usually she kept her hair in a pony tail but she had let it down during her bath and it now hung down to her shoulders, framing her face nicely. Like the rest of her body, her hair seemed almost unnaturally perfect. No matter how she wore it it would hang down straight and silky whenever she let it down, no hairbrush required. This wasn't uncommon among Blood Elves - they were magically infused creatures, after all, and beauty was one of their natural traits.



As naturally flawless as Blood Elves were though, Kaylyn made most of her kind look average in comparison. Her hair never tangled and her skin was smooth and creamy all over, incredibly soft to the touch and without even the slightest flaw. Her face was pretty and usually sported a mischievous smirk, and her light pink lips never needed lipstick to look full and juicy. Her breasts were on the small side, but they fit her slender figure nicely. They were perfectly round and perky, seemingly unaware of gravity's effect. Her milky tits were capped by two small nipples, which matched the light pink colour of her lips. Not even the greatest of sculptors could form a body as perfect as hers. Though, in fairness, virtually no sculptor alive could capture the beauty of even an average Blood Elf.



Dressed in a fresh, clean pair of panties and a bra (which she wore for modesty or looks rather than of need for support) Kaylyn felt good. She had even shaven during her bath, something which she only had to do maybe once a month. Females of her race grew virtually no unwanted body hair, only a small, light patch of pubic hair. And even that grew in very slowly, not even being noticeable for a while after each shave. Still, Kaylyn liked to keep her pussy perfectly hairless and smooth. Just having a bald pussy wasn't enough for her, she wanted it to be as flawless as the rest of her body. It took some effort on her part to maintain it properly but the end result, much to Kaylyn's delight, was that there wasn't even a trace of hair between her legs.



Kaylyn grinned as her attention shifted from her new treasure to her sex. Already she could feel that her panties weren't entirely dry. She'd been feeling horny, or rather, hornier than usual, for most of the day, but no one interesting had caught her eye so she'd resigned herself to self-pleasure when she got back to her room for the night.



Now feeling completely unwound from the day's events, she began to fantasize, her pussy quickly growing wet. She wasn't sure if it was something specific to her or if it was a trait of all females of her species, but she got very wet even when slightly aroused. Almost every night she found her panties dripping wet from a few mere thoughts, and gushing or squirting orgasms were quite normal for her, even if she was only cumming on her own fingers. That night was no different, and her panties were quickly becoming soaked through with her own warm juices before she had even lain a finger on herself.



Laying down and resting her head on the pillow, Kaylyn cupped her wet pussy through her panties and moaned happily. Another benefit to having a hairless pussy was how good it felt when she got her panties all wet. The soaked material of her underwear would get glued to her pussy like a second skin, which made her feel so unbelievably wet that she was worried she had managed to pee herself on a few occasions. She hadn't, of course, but she did absolutely love the feeling of her own arousal.



Kaylyn was quickly getting more and more turned on as lewd images passed through her mind. Unhooking her bra with her free hand, she tossed it lazily to the floor. The cool night air was lazily blowing through the open inn window, the slight breeze causing her freshly revealed nipples to harden immediately.



Kaylyn had several fantasies that she liked to revisit, but her absolute favourites involved a girl named Ariel.



Ariel, who happened to be her younger sister.



Yeah, fantasizing about her own sister was wrong. Terrible and evil and just plain wrong. The more sinful she convinced herself it was though, the hotter it got, the wetter it made her, and the more she enjoyed it. Just hearing the word "sister" was enough to get her pussy gooey.



That's not to say that Ariel wasn't fantasy material in her own right, however. Just the opposite, in fact. Ariel shared her older sister's goddess-like beauty. Most would probably mistake the two for twins, if not for the fact that they had different hair colour - Ariel's dark, blood red hair contrasted sharply with Kaylyn's silvery locks. There were a few more subtle differences between the two Blood Elven beauties, as well. Ariel was roughly an inch shorter than her sister, and had slightly larger breasts, though they were still on the 'smaller' side of average sized. She shared the same body shape as her sister, one similar to most of her race. She was quite thin, the kind of skinny that would look rather unhealthy on anyone else but managed to look just right on a Blood Elf. And she also shared her sister's divine feminine figure and perfect, milky skin.



The two girls had been very close when they lived with their parents. They'd shared everything with each other, and nothing was off limits between them. They had a 'best friend' type of relationship and rarely fought. Once they'd moved out on their own, however, they had drifted apart a bit. Not on purpose, but when they went from sharing breakfast every day to leading their own lives, it just kind of naturally happened. The two siblings did like to stay in touch as often as they could though, and Ariel was planning to come to Dalaran the next day to visit with Kaylyn.



The young priestess couldn't wait to see her sister again. For the last few days she had been pretending that this time would be the time she told Ariel how she felt, and that it would all work out perfectly and Kaylyn would spend the next few days having messy lesbian sex with her. Of course, in reality she knew that she couldn't risk her relationship with her sister, so she resorted to simply fantasizing about it, imagining all the immoral things she wanted to do to her younger sibling.



Kaylyn's hand was now buried in her panties and she was now quickly fingering her own slick pussy as she imagined what Ariel's tasted like. Two fingers quickly slid in and out of her juicy slit as her thumb played with her clit. The wet, squishy sounds of her self finger fucking seemed quite loud in the otherwise silent room, though her breaths were beginning to become louder too, her breasts heaving as she gulped for air. Her hand was completely coated in cum and her panties were almost entirely soaked through with her juices. Kaylyn was a squirter, but even before cumming she usually managed to make a mess, and that night was no exception.



Not that she was complaining at all. In fact, she loved it. The feeling of contentment just after an intense orgasm was amazing, and the messy aftermath was especially satisfying. The feeling of her warm cum against her skin, her panties completely soaked with it, and the scent of her sex in the air was almost divine. Sometimes, when she was in an especially naughty mood, Kaylyn would make herself cum in her panties right after her morning shower. She'd wear her cum soaked underwear all day, not changing them until night. Or even not until the next day.



Imagining Ariel cumming all over her face, Kaylyn's own orgasm hit. True to form she made a mess of herself, her pussy gushing into her already soaked underwear. Arching her back she screamed loudly, her orgasm exploding throughout her body. After a few seconds she collapsed back against the bed, panting heavily.



Gulping down cool lungfuls of night air, Kaylyn's breathing had begun to settle down again and her muscles had started to relax, though her body was still tingling lightly in the aftermath of her orgasm. Pulling her hand out of her panties she brought it up to her face, examining it with a smile. Her pale, cum-slick skin was faintly glistening in the moonlight. Slowly she brought one of her fingers down to her lips, sliding it into her mouth. She swirled her pink tongue around her wet finger for a moment before wetly slipping the digit back out of her mouth.



"Mmmmm..." Kaylyn moaned in delight as she tasted herself. She repeated the action with her remaining fingers, then slowly began licking her palm and the back of her hand once her digits were clean. Immediately she began to feel the burn of arousal beginning to light again in her core. Of course, she had expected it. Tasting herself always felt so naughty and kinky, like something a good little priestess such as herself ought not to do. Just knowing that it was her own cum flowing across her tongue and down her throat made her instantly horny. Of course, the fact that she quite enjoyed the taste of herself didn't hurt either.



She had just begun to slide her hand back into her squishy underwear to begin again when she was startled by a knock.



"You okay in there? I heard screaming!" a voice called through the door. Kaylyn couldn't remember how loud she had been during her orgasm, but apparently she hadn't been very quiet. She was almost embarrassed that the other inn patrons must have heard her - at least a few had to have guessed the cause of a girl screaming in the middle of the night in her inn room - but in her current state she instead felt a spark of arousal shoot through her. All those people knew she was fucking right now... Of course, she was only fucking herself, but that didn't matter.



She almost called back that she was okay, but she bit her lip at the last moment. Kaylyn was horny, and whenever she got horny she liked to act naughty. Grinning wickedly to herself, she got up out of bed to answer the door personally, covering her breasts with her arm as she made her way to the room's entrance.



The innkeeper wasn't sure what to expect when the door opened, but he did not expect to see an almost completely naked Blood Elf standing before him. Kaylyn grinned as she felt his eyes drinking in her naked form. The lighting in the hall shone just brightly enough to reveal her fully, including her panties - which had a very obvious wet spot soaking the majority of their front. Her inner thighs, slick with her cum, reflected the soft light of the hallway, giving away what she'd done to herself. She could feel the innkeeper's eyes quickly darting up and down her body, unsure of how to react. The forsaken innkeeper had been with his share of females before, but none of them even compared in beauty to Kaylyn, so his shocked speechlessness was understandable.



Though she was enjoying the attention being lavished upon her, Kaylyn decided to snap him out of it.



"I'm really sorry, I guess I got a bit carried away," she purred silkily, bringing his eyes up to meet hers for the first time. He sputtered something about no apology being needed, maintaining the eye contact for a few short seconds before he continued to openly gawk at the feminine treat before him. "I promise I won't cause any more commotion," she continued sweetly, shifting her weight around in faux embarrassment and shyness.



"I uh... okay," he muttered to her, still openly leering at her naked form. Kaylyn smiled one last time, whispering another "sorry" before closing the door and returning to her bed. It was fun to be looked at and lusted over, even by an undead, but beyond that she had zero interest in him and decided to just return to what she was doing before he had interrupted her. Kneeling in the middle of her bed, Kaylyn pulled her drenched panties part way down her thighs, revealing her dripping wet cunt to the night air. Still kneeling, she bent forward so that her butt was sticking up in the air and her chest and face were against the bed.



Reaching between her legs Kaylyn slowly began to rub her pussy, enjoying the feeling of her slick, smooth flesh. She was once again thinking about Ariel, this time imagining that they were having some hot, messy sex right on their kitchen table at their parent's house. The danger of being found, by their parents or by someone who just happened to be passing by and looking through the window to see them, was a huge turn on for both the girls.



Kaylyn began groaning in pleasure as her horniness increased by the second due to her depraved fantasy. She knew she must've been wrong in the head for enjoying fantasies about her sister so much, but she didn't care. It just felt so damn good, and made her so hot, that she never wanted to stop. Again sliding a pair of fingers into her dripping pussy, she began to pant heavily. Not satisfied with just two fingers insider her this time, though, she brought her other hand to her face and slid two more fingers into her mouth, licking at them and coating them in her saliva. After several seconds of sucking on her digits, and several mewls of pleasure, she brought her hand to her ass and quickly slid the two wet fingers into her hole.



Now quickly sliding her fingers into her ass and pussy, Kaylyn couldn't help the increasingly loud moans of pleasure that were escaping from her light pink lips. Feeling another orgasm quickly approaching, she bit into a mouthful of her pillow to muffle her screams. No longer focusing on a specific fantasy, the pretty Blood Elf's mind filled with a flurry of dirty thoughts and images as she sped up her fingers.



Her orgasm hit and she screamed out, though this time the sound was lessened by the pillow enough that her cries of pleasure didn't escape from her room. Copious amounts of warm female ejaculate gushed from her slick pussy, thoroughly soaking her creamy thighs as well as the dripping panties stretched between her legs and the bedsheets below her.



Rolling onto her back and relaxing her slightly cramped muscles, Kaylyn gasped for air. Sliding her fingers out of herself she stared blankly at the ceiling, a satisfied smirk painted across her pretty face. The cool, magical Dalaran air slowly blew through the window, sliding across her hot, wet skin. She gasped gently at the sudden, though not at all unpleasant, breeze.



Bringing her dripping fingers up to her mouth for the second time that evening, she again licked and sucked her fingers clean. She hummed happily in enjoyment of herself, though she was too tired and worn out now to bring herself to another orgasm. Instead she lazily brought her twice cleaned fingers back to her pussy, though she didn't begin fingering herself again. Greedy for a third taste of her own gooey sex, she slid her fingers around against her slimy cunt, only withdrawing them once she was satisfied that they were again soaked with her juices.



Raising her hand up to her face, she took her time this time instead of just licking the slick digits clean. She pained her lips with her sticky pussy cream, then slowly slid her tongue around them, losing herself in the enjoyment of her kinky act.



Eyeing a small rivulet of tasty female ejaculate that was slowly dripping down her wrist from her hand, she slid her hand upwards to bring her wrist to her lips, promptly licking up the honey before it could go to waste.



Kaylyn moaned happily as she shifted her hand. Her fingers and palm had still been fairly well coated with her girl goo. Of course, it would've taken just the slightest of efforts to bring her hand away from her face, but the kinky young priestess couldn't even bring herself to do that, and instead had smeared a fairly large amount of her sticky arousal across her pretty face.



Kaylyn took a few deep breaths, still licking at her lips and enjoying the faint taste of herself on them. The scent of pussy was heavy on the air now, and all over her face. She enjoyed the smell, savouring the feeling of her juices slowly soaking into her flawless skin. Her cheeks and nose chilled slightly where they'd been slicked by her juices, causing her to gently shiver. A second shiver rippled through her body moments after, though it was caused by the sheer kinkiness of her actions rather than a chill.



Delighting in her own depravity, she brought her sticky hand to her breast, cupping it lovingly. She idly played with her milky boob for a few moments, smearing the rest of the juices off her hand and onto her skin as she did so.



Sighing in exasperation, the silver-haired girl brought her hand back down to her panties again. She was too tired, too worn out, to masturbate again. Or at least, that was what she had told herself. But she couldn't stop herself from having some kinky little fun, which had made her pussy start to drool again.



Resigned to her fate, she began to finger her gooey slit while rubbing her super sensitive clit. Licking her pink lips, she brought her other hand down to her waist, sliding it into her panties too so that she could push a pair of fingers into her ass. She moaned loudly, pulling the hand out of the front of her panties up to her stomach to randomly trace trails of her juices across her flat stomach. She wanted to savour the feeling of anal masturbation this time, not just bring herself off as quickly as possible.



"Oh yeah," Kaylyn cried out, sliding her fingers in and out of her hot depths. She wriggled her fingers, and squeezed them with her ass, licking her lips and moaning sporadically. She ground her hips, slamming them against her hand with each thrust, trying to fuck her fingers with her ass as much as she fucked her ass with her fingers.



Before long her anal stimulation drove her over the edge, causing another hot torrent of girlcum to gush into her soaked panties. She bucked her hips wildly as she came, bringing her other hand back into her panties from her stomach to continue to play with her clit. This only made her cum harder, more and more wetness squirting out of her and flooding her panties, only to overflow out of her drenched underwear and soak into the bedsheets below her.



Kaylyn cried out loudly as she came, unable to help herself. Her cries were of obvious sexual lust though, so if the innkeeper did hear her he wouldn't need to come and make sure she wasn't being murdered or something.



Finally coming down from her latest orgasm, the priestess gasped for air. Her body was completely spent. Her muscles felt weak, and she could barely muster the energy to bring her hands out of her panties. Her nerves felt fried, and she was rather light-headed. She lay still in her bed, uncovered by blankets and naked except for her messy panties. There was a large wet spot soaked into the sheets beneath her, but she couldn't even muster up the strength to roll over to the dry part of the bed. Not that she particularly minded – wet sheets were the norm more than the exception with her, and she was quite fond of making herself all wet and messy.



Completely drained of energy, and probably quite dehydrated given how much fluid she'd earned from her pussy, Kaylyn slowly faded from consciousness. Her last thought before she was overtaken by blissful slumber was of meeting her sister the next day.