First Compatibility

Tessa came back a little later to deposit a bowl of fruit and a steamed bun filled with something hearty. Meat and root vegetables, Liriel had guessed. Delicious, in any case. There was a candle of fine wax, and a washcloth, and a small basin filled with still steaming water. Bidding Liriel goodnight, then, after letting her know that a fresh set of clothes would be delivered to her some time in the morning, the kaldorei had left her alone. With nothing to do but clean herself, eat, and then lie on the bed to contemplate the day, she had soon fallen asleep.

Liriel woke much earlier than she was used to, light filtering in from the outside, though the sun was not yet high enough in the sky to reach the window of the ground-level room in which she was kept. That was what was happening, was it not? Kept. For an interview, which, so far, had involved no real questions, but rather a probing of how accepting she was of night elven touch and examination. Appraisal. Fingers in her throat.

Having never fought, never faced any kind of martial hardship, but plenty of domestic, hard work, her face was unblemished. Suitable enough for display, which she reasoned was why she had been so carefully looked over the night before. The fingers in her throat suggested something else, but, despite their intimidating stature and size, in all possible ways, the kaldorei had seemed quite respectful of her boundaries, so far. Not that she could leave at any time, but once one of them showed, despite everything, she was convinced that she could be outside in five minutes. If, the night before, she had asked Tessa to stop, surely the night elf would have. Something worth testing, though.

The morning dragged on for interminable minutes. Tens of minutes. Almost an hour, by her rather shaky count, until there was a knock at the door. The lock rattled and clicked, the door opened, and once again, Tessa bent down to fit through the doorway, closing and locking the door behind her. Liriel reminded herself of her earlier thoughts about boundaries, and noted that the kaldorei had not been invited in. Noted, too, that she did not feel any resentment of that fact, instead sitting up straight on the bed, golden eyes drinking in the towering sentinel without shame for a long moment. She pushed her chest out, setting aside thoughts of why. If nothing else, the visit was a welcome relief from all the nothing she had to do on her own.

“Good morning, ma’am,” Liriel said.

A mere nod in response. “Stand.”

Liriel did so.

“Come. Stand before me, hands at your side,” Tessa said.

Again, Liriel did as she was told. Leaned her head back to look up at the sentinel, the seneschal of the embassy. The facial markings, the almost blazing blue light of the woman’s eyes, driving away the low light of the room, making it shelter under the bed and in the corners.

“Have you changed your mind?”

“No, ma’am,” Liriel said. She had not come to a conscious decision, but clearly, a part of her knew exactly what she wanted, and that was the part that pushed words out of her mouth. “I would like to continue the interview.”

“Good. Open your mouth.”

Liriel felt blossoming, pleasant tension in her core, in her cheeks. A little tingling of nerves. She opened her mouth, then, displaying white teeth. Still tilting her head so as to look up at Tessa, she now seemed doubly ****, throat exposed and mouth open, and all of this before the feral kaldorei, whose presence continued to remind one of a massive saber. Fang-like canines notable by just the faintest protrusion against her lips.

When the sentinel raised her right hand this time, placing two fingers in Liriel’s mouth, depressing her tongue, and then slipping them down into her throat, it was not with the false anonymity of closed eyes. The night elf’s large hand pressed up against her lips as she dipped in as far as she could go, causing Liriel to hack once, twice, her body momentarily rejecting the invader. Not very effectively, though, as she soon calmed down, golden eyes looking up to meet the meticulous, focused gaze of the sentinel.

This time, when the fingers were withdrawn, it was not the girl’s shirt that was employed to wipe them, but instead her lips. Cheeks. Chin. She swallowed, but kept her mouth open, having not been told to close it. This seemed to please Tessa, judging by the hint of warmth in her eyes, in her expression. There was no trace of a smile, the woman remaining stern, calm, but the faintest twitches and changes of facial musculature told Liriel that she had made the right choice.

“Close your mouth. And your eyes.”

She did as she was told. Again. Feeling, soon, Tessa’s fingers search for, find, and then pop open the top button of her shirt. Traveling downward slowly, undoing each button in turn, tugging on the shirt to pull it out of Liriel’s trousers, and then pushing it off her right shoulder. Then her left. The sentinel caught it as it fell toward the floor, and, sneaking a brief peek, there was a moment’s surprise to see Tessa folding the garment up neatly. Walking around the Liriel, placing the shirt upon the bed, and then untying the knots holding the strips of cloth that covered and held her breasts in place. Liriel could not see it, but as there was a pause, she imagined that those, too, were folded and placed upon the bed.

“Hands behind your head.”

Raising them, Liriel felt Tessa’s fingers under her right elbow, pushing a little further up. Adjusting her position, perhaps to be at a more pleasing angle for the kaldorei. Tracing along her arm, to her armpit, and down her flank. For a moment, then, the sentinel’s touch left her, returning when a whole hand, fingers splayed, was laid against her flat stomach, applying just a little pressure before beginning to traverse her body, upward, fingers feeling for and finding her lowest rib. It slipped further up, the night elf’s hand curling around one of Liriel’s breasts, seeming near a perfect handful. A little less.

Holding there, for a time, Tessa then removed the hand in favor of using one of its fingers to turn the sin’dorei’s head first one way, then the other, examining the no doubt deep crimson that Liriel felt certain to be coloring her.

“Good girl,” Tessa said.

And, much though she would have thought it an objectionable, demeaning thing to be called, in that moment, a jolt of heat surged through her, supplanting from the base of her spine and into her body. Making her snap for breath.

“Thank... you.”

“Thank you?”

“Ma’am.”

“Better,” Tessa said. Moved one finger to Liriel’s lips, pushing it between them, curling, and then dragging the lower lip with it for half an inch.

Liriel lost her sense of where the kaldorei was, then, as contact between them was broken. Eyes still closed, she mapped the room and those in it by scent, and by the tactile feeling of air moving against her, suggesting where the large night elf might be. Except, at times, the sentinel seemed to have the ability to move so silently, with such impossible grace, that even the air left little suggestion of where she might be.

That time, the night elf was betrayed by the clicking and rattling of metal buckles, and then the hissing of garments against skin. The dull slump of clothing gathering in an unregulated heap against the floor, and then a new scent, joining the freshness of soap and lavender that otherwise clung to the kaldorei – a metallic sweetness that settled in Liriel’s mouth, as if someone had stuffed a coin into her cheek for her to suckle on. Except, the coin was also sticky with honey.

Before feeling anything on her skin, she felt certain that Tessa had stepped closer – very close. More so than she had been, even when examining every stretch of skin, every unblemished inch. Anxious warmth rose in a jittery ball in Liriel’s chest, carried aloft by heated and prickling waves, her nostrils twitching the moment before it came to rest against her. Against her stomach, ribs, between her breasts. Warm, and weighty, and more than she could have dreamed possible by the feel of that mammoth cock, even having had the best possible view of what the kaldorei – some of them, at least – packed.

Tessa’s forearms came to rest on Liriel’s shoulders, curling around the girl’s neck. Perfectly relaxed, as if what they were doing was entirely ordinary. Within kaldorei society, perhaps, but Liriel had never experienced anything quite like it, and so she remained frozen, inactive, unable to decide what to do. Having been given no command, it was perhaps the safest thing to do nothing. To let the sentinel press her monstrous girth against her. Rock back and forth just slightly, rolling her hips, grinding that massive cockshaft up and down between them, just so.

“I might have said that this will be included in your prospective duties, but, in truth, the right person should not view this as a duty. Nor a privilege. A desire, rather,” Tessa said. She lazily raised one hand to stroke the blood elf’s hair while stepping forward, thus forcing Liriel to move with her until the two were against the wall. The servant elf with her back against it, the sentinel leaning her forehead against it, looking down. “Is this your desire, Liriel?”

For a long moment, for more than one, her mind was in tumult, no single thought rising over any other to manifest and make it clear to her conscious mind what she felt, or thought. Carefully, unbidden, Liriel raised her hands, placing them upon Tessa’s hips. Not to push away, or draw in, but merely to make contact. Never terribly bashful, she still struggled to make sense of what her desires were, knowing only that the swirling, tingling heat in every fiber of her being told her what her mind refused to acknowledge. Reason told her that the kaldorei was massive – too big. Feeling told her to toss aside those worries.

“I’ve always… enjoyed,” Liriel began, swallowing. Her lips seemed very dry, all of a sudden. She swallowed. “I want...” she tried again, her voice dying. Not her conviction, merely her ability to find words to express it.

“Nod for yes.”

Liriel nodded. She was uncertain of how they would work together, exactly, Tessa so absolutely, almost absurdly enormous, but she had a thought, half a feeling, half an image in her mind of her beneath the powerful kaldorei’s form, the two rocking back and forth. Protected. Claimed. Safely enveloped, weighed down, and entirely full. To the brim. She caught herself before she shook her head to dismiss the image, instead nodding once more.

“Yes,” Liriel breathed, then.

“Good girl,” Tessa said. She remained in place, though she had ceased moving very much. Merely getting Liriel used to the presence of that behemoth cock, perhaps, its warmth, its smoothness covering steel. “This is your task: You will not spill a single drop. You understand, girl?”

Mute, temporarily, she nodded again. Riding a cresting wave, at once chaotic and directed, though she knew not where. A strangely good sense of anxiety tugging at her, at the way she agreed and moved on, and yet, that nervousness had no power to stop her. She did not want to stop, even if the heat that had captured and replaced her thoughts lead her now, rather than her rational mind. So it seemed, anyway.

“I do. I won’t.”

“Kneel.”

The night elf stepped back, the two separating again, so as to allow Liriel to obey the command given her. She sank to the hard and uncomfortable floor, though those attributes seemed, then, irrelevant. It was impossible to look up at the seneschal in that moment, the view blocked out by that huge, fat shaft, and so she instead tried to relax, to sink into the moment, and let her eyes trace the pleasing pattern of veins crawling up and over the behemoth, her gaze drifting towards the enormously thick root of that dick, and then further. Heavy orbs hung at its base, sloshing, potent with precisely the power that she had expected from someone of the kaldorei’s stature.

When Tessa stepped forward just slightly, letting that broad cumvein beneath the shaft make a home against Liriel’s face, next to her nose, up over her forehead, and pressing against her lips, the girl raised her hands. First to wrap fingers around the sides of that monster, caressing it as if it were an angry beast she needed to calm down, for a moment, her delicate hands soon leaving it behind to instead stroke down, around, under, following the curve of one nut. Raising her other hand to them, Liriel soon had those churning balls spilling out of both palms, fingers spread to try to contain them. Weighing them, just so. She breathed deep, and caught the sentinel’s scent. Pleasant, natural, rather than overpowering, but still one that lingered in her nostrils. In her thoughts.

Mercifully, then, the kaldorei kicked the small pile of her clothes, sans armor, which lay discarded separately, a little forward. She stepped back, both to allow them more room to maneuver rather than being pressed up against the wall, and to let Liriel shuffle forward until her knees found the slight, but nevertheless welcome insulation against the hard floor that was Tessa’s garments. She expected, then, for the kaldorei to try to make her take that huge, thick cock into her mouth, and down her throat. And, when the sentinel wrapped her own right hand around it, near the broad cock-crown to stroke against and over the rim of it, Liriel was almost disappointed.

Almost. More than almost, if she was honest, though her jaw would no doubt be thankful that the kaldorei refrained from pressing into her maw.

She could still prove useful to the night elf, and so she pressed her lips against the underside of that shaft more earnestly, planting a kiss, and then pressing her tongue to it. Dragging a small trail of saliva, the girl worked her way further down, inch upon colossal, fat inch, registering the pleased, intense breathing from well above as a sign that she was appreciated. Doing well enough, at least. How much of it was from the owner’s expert hand was uncertain, but if she was to earn her place, she would have to be more certain that she was not a mere intrusion.

Lips found the soft skin of the kaldorei’s balls, and, presented with those potent nuts, Liriel resolved to set aside whatever restraint still prevented her from doing all that she could. She closed her eyes, and, employing the hands that slowly, carefully caressed the night elf, lifted them to her so that she could better make out with them. Suckling gently, kissing, running her tongue over them in long trails that left saliva slowly beading. Gathering into ropes, which she destroyed by running her tongue over them once more, before they could droop, and break, and fall.

Above her, Tessa’s breathing grew heavier still for each passing moment, the night elf’s stroking steady, almost mechanical, and just barely controlled. Jerking back and forth on the edge of what was comfortable, at the peak of coaxing pleasure from her core. So she continued, Liriel dutifully tending to those massive balls all the while, spitshining them, and doing hers to coax forth their coveted contents much as the sentinel’s own efforts did.

The moment came, at last, where tension in Tessa’s thighs, in her core, in her arms, made it clear that she was hardening her muscles rhythmically to bring forth orgasm. It was clear to Liriel that this was the case, and so, she was ready when the sentinel stepped backward, that behemoth of a cockshaft presented to the kneeling sin’dorei, thick beads of precum clinging to the tip of it.

Liriel dove in, again, her lips meeting that crown, and spreading over it as best she could. Without help, there was little chance of her devouring the whole thing, much less fitting it into her throat, but she had made no such promises, and Tessa did not seem to seek it. At that moment, anyway. Rather, the broad crown cradled between the sin’dorei’s lips, the night elf continued to stroke. Thrust forward just so, seemingly entirely out of reflex, causing Liriel’s head to bop back and forth with that pace. Her tongue running over the tip, fingers having slipped up the shaft to merely push against it from beneath, as if her aid in holding it up was at all necessary. Charitably, one could see what she did as presenting a delicacy to herself.

No single moment made her aware that Tessa was at the edge, and passing over it, but rather a series of little signs. The sentinel’s strokes momentarily halting, then picking up again, but in a more erratic, stop-and-start rhythm. Chiseled muscle quaking with tension. Those heavy, sloshing balls rising, and a breath trapped in Tessa’s throat being, almost reluctantly, let go. The interrupted rhythm prompted Liriel to pick up the pace with her own hands, stroking the sides of that monster of a cock to the rhythm of the kaldorei’s heart. Steady, trying to call forth the inevitable, and seeming to succeed when Tessa’s involuntary thrusts begin to meet the strokes that were not her own, but rather Liriel’s.

The next moment, the night elf appeared almost to lock up, her core becoming rigid, abs standing out in relief, muscle clamping down in a first, demanding, straining pulse. Slow, rhythmic quakes that coaxed forth a first thick, sweltering rope of seed, hammering down that fat cumvein to pump into the kneeling blood elf’s mouth. That very first, massive load was only half swallowed, what remained forcing its way down, and then up, Liriel’s eyes watering as she experienced that viscous, near sirupy load beginning to run from her nostrils, some fat drops slipping from her lips towards her chin. With nothing else to do, she held her palms up to her head, catching what she could not swallow, and relaxing her throat as best she could.

Powerful, shooting cables of spunk pounded into her mouth, and, most of them, into her open throat. It was all she could do to swallow, snap a breath, and try not to spill any of that precious load between her fingers, or over the edges of her palms. With truly astonishing, mechanical regularity, the sentinel’s muscles clamped down, seeming almost to cramp by the way she groaned, pumping rope after thumb-thick rope of seed into Liriel’s maw. Into her throat, where it seemed to struggle not to clog her up as more and more flowed down into her overfull stomach. Had it been a meal, she would have stopped four portions ago. Another few pistoning throbs of that behemoth cockshaft, and it was five. Then six.

If she lowered her hands to grasp at her slowly expanding stomach, as some instinct told her to, she would break the rapidly made promise not to spill a single drop. So, she merely made strained, thick sounds as the sentinel finished, letting what seemed like the final cord of cum shoot down her prey’s throat. A moment later, another came. And then another. More time passed between each, but only by what Liriel had judged to be the last strand of potent swimmers for the sixth time did it cease. Mostly. She still remained in place, lips tightly locked to the sentinel’s cock, using her tongue to catch and then swallow the drops and small floods that yet came to her.

Half a minute later, she dared to lean back, her stomach having formed a halfway pregnant-looking semicircle, a dome that wobbled at every minor movement. She raised both her hands to her mouth, and carefully licked them clean of every drop, every remnant, of the sentinel’s seed. Not because there was any room for it in her, but because she was in too deep, now, to break that stupid promise. She did not want to disappoint the sentinel, for some powerful but, to her, incomprehensible reason. Liriel used her fingers to gather up what had been deposited around her mouth, and from her nostrils, wrapping her tongue around each digit to be sure that nothing was left.

Before the blood elf, though she had shamefully focused entirely on the task at hand, Tessa had found a more calm pattern of breathing, those stern, piercing eyes taking in the sin’dorei’s dedication to her task. Only when the girl finished did the night elf caress her cheek with the back of a hand.

“Good girl,” Tessa said, allowing those two words to stand on their own for a few seconds. “Should you prove worthy of the position, and still desire to hold it when the interview process is done, it should come naturally to you to do such things. It is not a duty, it is a desire. Something you wish for. Do you?”

Liriel nodded, at first, and then, lowering her hands to her bulging belly, spoke. “Yes. Ma’am,” she said, adding the second word after too long a pause.

“We seek those who are excited to serve us as servants. Have a burning, sometimes unacknowledged need. Can you recognize yourself in those words?”

“I can, ma’am,” Liriel said. Her golden eyes, all her attention, directed up at Tessa. Naked, as glorious and towering as could be expected, chiseled muscle, sharp features, and a demanding air. A strong warrior, whom Liriel were to desire. Whom she already desired. A singular example of a mate she had always desired, who had been vaguely formed in her mind’s eye, but now stood before her in the flesh.

“There is yet more to the interview, but I will allow you an hour’s rest and recovery. Gather my armor, and clothes.”

With some difficulty, her cum-sloshing belly weighing her down, getting in her way, Liriel nevertheless managed to mostly crawl across the floor to gather the sentinel’s armor, and weapon. Sat before the tall, statuesque kaldorei, she presented clothes one at a time, in order, and then pieces of armor, for Tessa to put and strap on, securing it in place. When the last of it was taken from her hands, Liriel rested on her knees, attention directed up. And, for her efforts, her cheek was again caressed.

The sentinel turned, unlocked the door, bowed to get through it, closed and locked it once more, and then she was gone. Soon to return.