Chapter 1: The Lord Admiral's Humiliation
Jaina arrived at the arcane sanctum with a flash of arcane brilliance, and immediately the Lord Admiral was greeted with the bowing head and frame of the attending Tidesage."Lord Admiral! We were not expecting your arrival at this early hour." The female Tidesage hurriedly shifted forward from her desk and scrolled out parchment, standing to the attention of the newly arrived Lord Admiral of Kul Tiras."Yes, I apologise for the intrusion. I haven't had the time to send word ahead of me. - I must ask you to send an urgent message to my Keep, send for my mother and have her gather the best Marines of the Admiralty Academy post haste."The attending Tidesage's eyes widened a little at the sudden order before bowing her head and framing anew in a bow. "Naturally, Lord Admiral."Jaina bowed her head in turn, grateful. - It had been a long couple of days, and there was no room for respite just yet. Dalaran had fallen, torn from the sky in a torrent of void. She had been present at the defence and subsequent fall of Dalaran, a former home and home to Azeroth's Mages, by the tide mother's grace, the survivors had found refuge upon an unknown shore below. With the aid of the Champions of Azeroth alongside a hitherto undiscovered facility of Earthen, the refugees had found some safety at 'Khaz Algar'.However long that would last was anyone's guess, with Xalathath on the loose with the powers of the artefact she wielded, and the seemingly endless horde of Nerubians at her beck and call, time was of the essence. It had been for this very reason that Jaina Proudmoore, Lord Admiral of Kul Tiras, had been sent back through the use of her arcane prowess and Teleportation. She and Thrall, the former Warchief of the Horde, as representatives of their faction, had elected to head back to their respective faction cities to rally the armies and might of the Alliance and Horde against this seemingly unimaginable new threat.Jaina had just arrived from Stormwind, the seat of the High Alliance, where she had told Turalyon to muster his forces and as many ships as he could spare. - The King of the Kingdom, for which he was acting regent, was under threat. Luckily, it had taken little convincing for Turalyon, the Crusader immediately heed the warning and send word out to muster what forces they could.Jaina knew that with such a short warning, the forces they could muster wouldn't be at their full strength. She had then returned home to muster what spare ships she could of her people and the Kul Tiran fleet. - Xalatath would rue the day she scorned the daughter of the sea, to take away those she held dear.Jaina had excused herself from the Arcane Sanctum at Trade Wind market. Immediately, the Lord Admiral made her way to the nearest Kul Tiran Admiralty Quarters. Several relaxed guards quickly stiffened into position, straightening their posture at the sudden ambush of the Lord Admiral strutting into the Trade Wind Harbour Office. Jaina's soft blue gaze eyed over the frozen personnel before finding the youngest figure."Send word for every Captain of the Fourth Fleet, tell them to make ready the fastest ships to transport troops and supplies for Landfall. Now."She tapped her staff against the floor to punctuate her words as she suddenly watched the frozen office of admiralty administrators. The young man the Admiral's pointed gaze had landed on, dumbfoundedly glared back before it registered that she meant he was to go running like a messenger pigeon. - And so he did. The rest of the office quickly began to write slips of paper to send with messengers for the preparations."Is it the Horde? Are we at war again, Lord Admiral?" One of the faster writing administrators asked."No. Far worse. I won't sugarcoat it. Dalaran has fallen, and we are not leaving the survivors to their fate."She simply said, enough for them all to know the seriousness of their tasks, but not enough to cause a wider panic. At the notion of Dalaran having fallen, every paper-pusher came to a halt, simply staring at their Lord Admiral or blankly out into the air.The weight and loss of Dalaran weren't easily comprehended, but it seemed most present understood the severity of it. Jaina, with an audible click upon her elevated heels, left the office of the Admiralty. Her next destination was Proudmoore Keep; her message to her mother should have arrived, and preparations should be underway to find able-bodied marines. And to Jaina's relief, they were. - When she arrived, she was met by her mother at the back of their family's keep overlooking the Admiral's Plaza and the Admiralty Academy connected to it opposite the keep."War, then?"Kathrine asked simply, to the point. - Jaina shook her head gently, only when she had arrived at the zenith of the stairwell, her Mother was standing at that led to the Family keep. Immediately, the older Proudmoore matron drew her into a warm embrace of a much-needed hug. Jaina let out a tired exhale, one of worry and fright, one she hadn't been able to release anywhere else other than in her mother's loving embrace."At least not in the conventional sense. - Mum, Dalaran is gone."It had been a lengthier conversation between the two Proudmoore Ladies, Kathrine's visage displaying the same worry and shock Jaina had seen on the faces of those at the Admiralty Office. And to her relief, there was understanding as well."You should go rest for a couple of hours, my Lord Admiral. I will make sure your words are heard. Your people will rally to your call." Kathrine had hummed, cupping Jaina's face and soft cheeks in her gloved palms before pecking her forehead. Jaina knew there was no point in arguing, and frankly, she could use the rest; her mana was exhausted. She was exhausted. Not that her rest had been long, Jaina woke from her slumber upon the soft velvet couch in the Lord Admiral's study, her father's old study or rather her study now. What had woken her was the gentle closing of the door, immediately Jaina pushed her soft, slender frame into a seat as her groggy gaze met the warm visage of her Mother."There you are. Looks like you needed it, dear." Kathrine stepped forward, carrying with her a small silver platter of tea and biscuits. "I managed to intercept Ben, thought I'd deliver refreshment myself. How are you feeling?"Her mother asked earnestly, seating herself gently in a ladylike manner on a nearby chair that matched the couch and coffee table. - She looked refined and proper, unlike Jaina currently, who was dressed in little more than a loose undergown and with filtered hair. "I'm fine, Mother. Really. - Is the fleet ready?"Jaina quickly dismissed any notion and worry, offering instead a slight smile upon her lips, a facade to dispel her mother's worry as she reached for a biscuit. "Yes. And no."Kathrine offered in turn, unfurling her folded legs as the Older Proudmoore leaned forward, grasping the tea kettle by its handle as she began pouring both herself and Jaina a cup."Yes -and- no?"Jaina tried to clarify, but her soft blue gaze turned to a thunderous squint. - What did she mean, yes and no?"The fleet is gathering at your behest, Lord Admiral, as per your wishes. - However, three of the fastest ships of the Fourth are being held back." Kathrine offered in a diplomatic tone, taking a light sip with proper etiquette as she rested back in the chair. Jaina, on the other hand, must have been the picture of the complete opposite, her mouth half open with a biscuit crumb on her lips."Held back? Who is opposing a direct order from the Lord Admiral?"Kathrine pursed her lips, taking another soft sip before answering the accusing tone of her Daughter and Lord Admiral. - She had come to know Jaina's temper and how to redirect it. Mostly."Have I not proven myself to my father's legacy tha-.."Jaina was about to go into a tirade, but Kathrine quickly raised a free palm in a quickened gesture to calm the Lord Admiral before she got ahead of herself. "It is not like that, my daughter. Unfortunately, your call to muster the fleet has come at an unfortunate time."Kathrine cleared her throat before continuing. "The three ships in question are currently undergoing ceremonial repairs by the Tidesages in Stormsong. - Ceremonial repairs that are to take weeks."Jaina rolled her eyes with a scoff. Didn't they know they didn't have weeks to spare? While Jaina Proudmoore was the Lord Admiral of Kul Tiras, a full-blooded Kul Tiran with the same salt spray in her veins as any other, her time abroad had made her an outsider to those of deep faith in Stormsong. Ever since she had taken upon the title, there had been murmurs of those who thought her unfit for the title without proper adherence to the faith of their beloved Tide Mother.Undoubtedly, the same sect of fanatics that now kept her ships back. She scoffed, raising herself from the couch as she wandered about the office, in seething contemplation as she raked her mind for a solution. Kathrine's eyes followed the Lord Admiral, clad in her simple nightgown shirt and underwear, strutting about like her father used to do in times of trouble."Lord Stormsong the younger." Kathrine finally added, watching Jaina stop to peer her way. "Go talk to him, my Lord Admiral. If you can convince him personally, I'm certain he can convince his more faithful to release your ships."Jaina nodded her head, her soft visage broke from the worried, hard frown into quiet thought. "I will. Thank you, mother."Jaina's thoughts gathered. Yes, Brannon Stormsong, when last she had met him, had come across as reasonable. Surely he could see the need of his Lord Admiral. - The need of those left stranded.---Closer to the afternoon, Jaina Proudmoore found herself arriving at the Stormsong Manor, one of the more modest and humbling buildings of all the big houses that ruled Kul Tiras. It was also one of the oldest, dating back to when the first Kul Tiran people made landfall on the Kul Tiran Isles. A verdant green paradise of rolling hills of farmland. - A fertile and perfect place to establish the birth of a nation.It was also here that it was said that the connection to the Tide Mother was deepest, as evident with the ancient shrines that dotted the land as well as the imposing Shrine of the Storm, which rested upon the Northeastern side of the verdant haven. A large rocky monastery carved into the very isle bedrock, the monastery rested against a larger carved rocky cliff side towering above the bay. - It took the shape of a Kraken, a guardian and favoured child of the Tide Mother. Or so it was claimed.Jaina had always found Stormsong Valley to be an enthralling place ever since she was little, full of ancient mysteries of her people's past and the unique faith of the Tide Mother. Its people, for the most part, were humble farmers, fishers and the clergy. Tending to the various holds, smaller inland monasteries, among others. Stormsong Manor did not rest far from the Shrine of the Storm, placed between the ancient carved island monastery and Sagehold.The latter being the largest inland hold of Tidesages, as its name hinted at. The Lord Admiral had arrived by flight, by courtesy of Galeheart and Taelia Fordragon. "Are you certain you needn't further assistance, my lady?" Taelia asked with a warm smile, having helped Jaina Proudmoore, the Lord Admiral, down from her gryphon's saddle."I'll be quite fine, Taelia. Although my visit is a surprise, I'm certain Lord Stormsong the Younger wouldn't deny hosting his Lord Admiral." Jaina hummed softly, her hands smoothing down her white and deep blue attire as she adjusted her cloak and corrected any creases that had formed during her flight.Jaina Proudmoore was adorned in the attire most came to know her by. - Brown front-laced boots that reached the height of her knees. They held a soft, dark brown colouration with a trim of her boots bearing a soft brass colouration. Her heel was elevated but flat, giving the Lord Admiralty not only a couple of inches in height but greatly aiding in enhancing her poised posture of a Noble Lady.Around her waist, she wore an open skirt of deep blue satin colour matched with white contrasting cloth. - All of which held the same gilded soft bronze trim. Beneath the skirt, the Lord Admiral wore simple but snugly sitting trousers that clung to, more often than not, hidden shapely legs. Jaina had often contemplated ditching the skirt, if just for the pride of her female form and how good she thought it looked in the form-hugging trousers and knee-high boots.But ultimately she had reasoned it'd be a distraction at best and at worst, used against her to fuel fouler rumours than what already circulated about her. Above her skirt sat a tightly wound corset gripping her lower torso and midriff, white with bronze trim, bronze buttons and silvery clips for the frontal straps that ran across her midriff.The underbust corset had been a custom design by a talented Seamstress in Stormwind. Underneath it ran a matching white coloured corset-top, made of triple-layered cloth for protection as well as to aid it in keeping its form as it hugged her sizeable bust. Above that, she wore her usual deep satin blue short vestment, its length only reaching to around mid-bust of Jaina's torso. Attached further onto that was the cloak and hood of matching blue and bronze trim colour as well.Each of her arms held a laced, long-sleeved shirt that ended in cold bronze cufflinks, paired with her simple brown gloves that matched her boots, covering her hands. She had elected to keep the armoured pauldron that came with her cloak and hood, for the regality it gave her attire, but neglected her usual taloned armour glove that accompanied her right hand. This was, after all, a social visit. She could feel Taelia's eyes linger upon her frame as Jaina cleared her throat. "If you wish, you may wait out or go to the Sagehold to wait."Taelia nodded her head. "At your service, my lady."Taelia began to mount her gryphon companion as Jaina Proudmoore stepped into a strut toward the Stromsong Manor. Undoubtedly, her arrival had been noticed, as the guarding Stormsong person guard, in their blue metal and deeper blue matching tabard with the crest of a one-eyed anchor, stood aside and at attention. She had barely reached the top of the flight of stone stairs to the main entrance when the door was opened. Immediately, she was greeted by what she assumed to be the household's lead servant."Lord Admiral Jaina Proudmoore!"He announced to no one in particular.Jaina stepped past the door entrance into the beautifully carved entré way of the Stormsong Manor. - The large old house had been built strictly from the timber of the first ships that the Kul Tirans arrived with. "I am afraid the master is currently occupied in his study. - Does the Lord Admiralty wish for some refreshments while she waits?"Jaina shook her head, her hair bound in the Kul Tiran long braid shifted gently with the movement of her head. "No, that's quite all right, my good sir. I wish to speak to the master presently."She paused to take a sharp breath, watching the hapless man's face turn slightly bewildered, before he could protest, she continued. "I am aware I come unannounced, so you and your master will have to forgive my intrusion. But the tide waits for no one, not even the Lord Admiral."She offered pointedly, gesturing with her hands for the servant to lead the way to the person she was seeking. He sighed and bowed. He knew better than to argue with THE Lord Admiral, regardless of the wishes of the master, and immediately began leading Jaina to the secluded study on the right side of the mansion. They arrived at two twin-linked, beautifully carved doors with a wavy pattern design, and she could see his hands hesitated to grasp the handles. He threw a glance back at Jaina, a plea perhaps to just wait it outJaina instead offered him a warm, reassuring smile, her head dipping in a nod for him to proceed. And he did. "The Lord Admiral of Kul Tiras, Lady Jaina Proudmoore, sir."He announced as with both hands he opened the two doors, immediately leaning left as he did to allow Jaina passage past him. Immediately her eyes fell over the study, rows of books, scrolls and other curious items stood upon shelves lining nearly every wall of the study, in one corner, a stone hearth with a Kraken carved out of the heavy stone mantle that rested above. - A dull fire sparked within.In front of two large glass plain windows sat a large, broad desk, comically large for the younger man who sat on the opposite end. Lord Brannon Stormsong. On his right stood a larger fellow, towering above him, arms crossed, tanned complexion with ruddy black hair. - Keegan Alby, Brannon's protector. To his left at the edge of the table stood two Stormsong Aldermen. - One clad in fine clothes, like that of a mayor. The other was in brown and blue clothed robes with salt-sprayed rope and barnacles clutched on the hems of the robe. - A Tidesage."A-ah? Ah! Lord Admiral." She could hear the youthful man's surprised voice call out."We were not expecting your illustrious company today." Quickly, the younger man raised himself from the chair, bowing his head and upper body over the comically large oak desktop as he greeted Jaina in earnest. He looked exactly as she remembered, young, average height. Youthful face, dirty blonde hair cascading into a short hair tail. He was dressed in a long overcoat and fine clothes, matching a man of his status."I am well aware, unfortunately, as I explained to your servant. - I'm on urgent business and have little time to spare. I must regretably demand a word with you, Lord Stormsong." Jaina hummed softly and as diplomatically as she could, her cold, icy gaze falling on the two Aldermen, the Tidesage in particular, who regarded her with a stoic gaze from beneath the lip of his robe's hood."In private, if possible." She formed a warm, soft, inviting smile for the younger lord, dipping her head in lieu of her request for privacy. She watched Brannon's eyes flicker toward the Alderman and Sage then quickly to Keegan."Ah, yes, I suppose our business can wait a little." He offered an apology to the pair of men before continuing."Keegan, if you could escort our friends out and see that their needs are met?" The larger, towering man nodded his head."Aye aye, sir." With that, Keegan shuffled forward with thudding steps, gesturing for the pair of men to follow alongside him, and they did. Jaina waited as patiently as she could upon the departure of the trio, watching as Keegan firmly closed the twin doors she had entered by behind her as the Lord Admiral was left alone with the younger Lord. She then turned her attention back to Brannon, who had shifted himself to the forefront of his desk, his arms gathered upon his midriff with digits of each hand fletched together in a rest."Privacy... acquired, My Lord-lady.." He cleared his throat with a grimace at the awkward stumble of words."I apologise for putting you in that awkward situation, Lord Stormsong. It was not my intention to see your guests so rudely pushed aside." She paused and drew in a soft breath, her cold blue eyes lingered upon Brannon's own."Unfortunately, I do not have the time for formalities. I do not have the time for the Ceremony." She watched as a light ignited behind the younger Lord's eyes as if understanding the sudden intrusion by the Lord Admiral herself."Ah. Y-yes, no. I had just been made aware of your call to gather the fastest vessels of the Fourth." He raised a hand, nervously loosening the collar of the simple regal blouse and tie he wore beneath the overcoat as his head vaguely nodded toward the spot where the Tide Priest had stood."And?" Jaina huffed softly unpromptedly at the younger Lord, stepping closer herself. - Her arms came to rest beneath her cloak on her back as she struck a poised stance before Brannon.
"Well, you see-.. I-.. Hm... T'is a inopportune time, my L-Lord Admiral. The ship's sails have only just been buried, the m-masts, on two of them, are undergoing salt treatment." Brannon's younger voice hummed in a squandering of his words. Jaina couldn't help but let her smile widen a little, despite the frustration of the situation. - She had no idea she had such an imposing effect on the younger lord.
"The thing of it is, Lady Jaina-.. Lord Admiral-.."
"You may call me Jaina, Brannon. We are both children of the Tide Mother and Kul Tiras." She cut him off with an offer to drop the formalities of their respective rank.
He exhaled, dipping his head in gratitude to the older woman. "The thing of it is... There is nothing I would like to do than heed your orders, as Lord Admiral, tides know you earned your people's love. H-however.. I am a Stormsong." He paused for a breath. Jaina watched him with a raised brow to hear his explanation.
"I am a Stormsong, the first heir in an age to be unable to don the cloth... like my Uncle, like my forefathers." The young man grimaced, a slight blush on his bare cheeks from the admission of his inability. This hadn't exactly been news to Jaina, she had heard the rumours that Brannon Stormsong was unable to heed the whispers of the Tidemother. - A sad fact that might of saved Brannon's life from the fate and madness his uncle had suffered during the fourth war.
"And due to such... limitations, I am bound to adhere to the advice of Father Pike and the council of Tidesages. I cannot perform my duties without them." Brannon straightened his posture a little on the spot and concluded. "So you can see, disobeying your orders may bode less ill than that of the Tidesages. - Who might I add... beyond bad luck end ceremonies prematurely."
Jaina's brow lowered, giving a slow nod at the reasonable explanation. He was caught in an impossible situation. Her arms came out from beneath her cloak as her slender appendages came to rest in a furl over her under-bust corset, her right arm perched atop her left slung arm with her elbow against her forearm as her right-hand gloved digits grasped at her chin gently.
"I understand that I have put you between the tide and a hard place, Lord Brannon." Her deep blue gaze narrowed firmly, and she noticed the younger eyes flicker down from the Lord Admiral's gaze to her collar. Her father's pendant, a silver anchor that hung by a simple chain around her neck?
No, the younger man's flickering gaze was staring at her bust in the window between her corset top and vest. Her words lingered a second on the tip of her tongue, taken aback by the sudden attention shift from the young lord, his eyes hurried to shift back to her own as though nothing had happened. "Dalaran has fallen. Those that saw to its destruction bear the same taint as those who wreaked havoc and made a mockery of your faith-.. of Our faith."
Jaina quickly corrected herself, her right hand fell from her chin as her right forearm rested itself atop her left in a mirroring rest. She shifted her weight in her idle stance upon her right hip, perhaps she could use his wavering attention to her benefit. Subtly, her arms both came to rise further, as she did her forearms came to aid the under-bust corset in pushing her bust to the window afforded by her white triple-layered croset top and vest.
Just as the soft heaving globes of her breasts' uppermost part breached the lining of her bronze-trimmed top, she took notice of the flickering gaze of the young lord falling on her bust anew. Jaina bit the tip of her tongue, she was conflicted. - On one hand, using every asset to save lives could never be wrong. - On the other hand, women like her had to set an example. That it wasn't just their looks and sex appeal that afforded them the position they held.
"No, I suppose... You have a point in that." Brannon mumbled softly, his eyes quickly trying to drag themselves away as he instead shot a conflicted stare at the edge of his desk as he came to rest back against it. Jaina chewed the inside of her cheek; the conflicting choice of pursuing this angle was weighing upon her, and yet, the longer her ships were held back, the bigger the chance she'd be too late.
She would not be too late.
With the young lord's attention elsewhere in contemplation, Jaina stepped forward with a soft thudding click of her flat heel on the floorboards. Her arms fell to her side, but not before her right hand sought to undo the first leather string of her corset-top front, allowing a deeper cleavage of her bust to blossom forth.
"But sometimes our pleas-.." Brannons' voice was caught off, surprise silenced the young lord's whose eyes went wide as Lady Proudmoore casually sauntered over to fall into a rest against the desktop beside him, his pivoted gaze was no longer on the edge of the table and his right hand.
No, the Lord Admiral had strategically placed herself in a direct field of vision of his down-turned gaze, his eyes falling immediately upon the fair-skinned complexion of her ample bust snugly hugged together in the deep cleavage. A deeper blush spread upon the young Lord's cheeks. Had her cleavage always been that deep, her tits always that magnificent? He had to blink thrice, quickly, his gaze averted elsewhere, upwards.
Jaina didn't idle. Her right gloved hand raised, she sought to catch the young lord by a gentle touch upon his cheek, the leather of her glove was cold but gentle as she corrected his gaze. Their eyes met again, closer than they had been prior, as they sat side by side.
"My father once said, ask not what your sailors can do for you. Ask what you can do for them." She paused softly. If she played her words right with what salacious view the young man had already been, maybe she could get away with her ship's release.
"I-... Hm..." Brannon stammered softly, caught by the wayward hand upon his cheek after the view of a lifetime of the Lord Admiral's tits. To say there was a bewildered look on Lord Stormsong's face was a mild take; his eyes widened like a deer caught in the carriage light before being run over. If it hadn't been for their collective breathing, Jaina swore she could hear the young man's heart about to burst at the pace it was indicated to be running at by the blush on his cheek and stammering of his breath.
Brannon shifted then, pushing himself from the table's edge, turning upon the axis of his heels to face the desktop instead, where Jaina remained leaning in her half-rest against it. Her right hand lingered upon his jaw and chin, a soft brow raised above her blue gaze quizzically at the sudden shift of his stance.
Her eyes widened following the young man's shift, in a split second she witnessed out of the corner of her deep blue soft gaze how the young man's hand darted forward, dodging between the past the opening of her loose skirt cloth. A sharp gasp escaped her in a hitched breath, feeling his hand immediately latch onto the soft inner side of her locked-together thighs, just beneath her crotch.
Jaina's eyes kept wide, her neatly plucked white brows above the beautiful deep blue gaze, her soft lips parted in a gasp quickly closed as she felt the warmth of the pulsing blush wash over the soft features of her face. This was not part of the plan. This was not how she had envisioned his reaction from his timid approach, she could feel his digits caress the soft flesh beneath the cloth of her trousers as it lingered. Not immediately reaching her most intimate place, luckily. She caught the winds in her lungs, she was able to stabilise her hitched breath as her eyes remained on his.
Brannon was blushing too, perhaps equally as surprised at his advance on the older woman. He was early twenties, at least fifteen years between them. That was age alone; she was his Lord Admiral, and this was beyond brazen for a loyal subject, even if their status was among the great houses. Immediately after her left hand fell, to locked the digits of her hand around his wrist to keep the overreaching hand from going anywhere further up.
Their eyes kept locked in this frozen state, her right hand still lingering upon his cheek. Jaina had become unsure of what the next step back was. Breaking the silence between them, Brannon finally muttered shyly.
"P-perhaps... encouragement from the Lord Admiral w-would... certain my resolve." He offered, she could feel his right hand digits brush against the cloth of her inner thigh, and immediately her left hand sought to draw his hand backwards and away from beneath her loose skirt. Her cheeks were flushed still as she took notice of his dejected gaze upon feeling his hand's rejection of its advances.
"What..." Jaina stammered out, clearing her throat momentarily before continuing. "What do you have in mind, Lord Stormsong?"
She retreated behind the shield of formality from her prior attempt at addressing him by his first name had landed him a cupping grasp on her inner thigh. His eyes diverted from hers anew, again onto her glorious bust that she had foolishly deepened for his pleasure. The pervert was refuelling on his courage by a glance at her tits. She was taken back anew, her line of thought, however, was interrupted as Brannon leaned forward in a more intimate whisper to the Lord Admiral's ear. She could feel the hotness of his shaky breath on her neck and ear.
"Perhaps if you... performed a mast polishing ritual yourself, I could.. muster the gust in my sails t-to convince Brother Pike." Jaina's soft lips parted again, her eyes widening anew as it took her a second to register his words. Was he petitioning his liege for a sexual favour in the guise of a ritual of their people's faith? Her eyes lit with fury, the nerve, this would be Lord. Sure, she had pushed the boundaries by using her feminine assets to sway his attention, but to outright ask her to demean herself with such a baseless act.
As if she was a wanton whore for sale?
Brannon was quick to notice the fury lit in Jaina Proudmoore's hand, quickly he weaved back from her right hand and person as a whole, his right hand was still in her left grasp. He hissed out suddenly in sharp pain, "Aah!"
Jaina's eyes blinked thrice as she looked at her hand that held his arm by the wrist. A cold, shimmering aura of arcane frost was permeating around her grip on the young man's wrist, forcing him to buckle his knees. She quickly released his hand in horror. She hadn't meant to invoke her arcane talents, but once in a while, they came innately to her as breathing in the moment of duress.
"Tides!" She cursed out quickly, looking around the room as Brannon clutched his right forearm and half-frozen hand and wrist. Quickly, the Lord Admiral pushed herself away from her lean, and immediately she tried to guide the young lord back to the chair behind the desktop.
"Sit." She huffed and quickly shifted toward the fireplace and a nearby coffee table that stood close by. Her eyes closed on the tablecloth that decorated its surface. Pulling the cloth off and knocking over leftover glasses and some candelabras, Jaina swiftly returned to the Brannon Stormsong.
He was still clutching his right forearm and wrist as she approached. "Listen, I'm sorry, please, I'll--..."
The young man had fright painted over his visage at her storming reapproach with the tablecloth decoration. - He feared the worst of the powerful mage. Instead, his words trailed off as his right hand and wrist were wrapped with the cloth piece. - It was warm and cosy to the touch due to its proximity to the hearth. Jaina squatted her knees down before the seated lord, grasping his wrapped right arm and wrist between her gloved hands, she immediately began to rub against the clothed appendage.
"No. It's me who apologises... Lord Stormsong." She huffed a soft exhale. Hopefully, she had acted fast enough and there'd be no permanent damage from frostbite or the like. So thoroughly focused on her task of vigorously rubbing her hands over his clothed hand that she hadn't noticed that her slightly deepened cleavage with the height difference gave the young man a more than distracting view of his Lord Admiral's wriggling and justling bust. Again.
"You must realise I was merely caught off guard by such-..." Jaina's mind blanked to find more diplomatic words coming to mind than a pathetic, inexcusable, downright demeaning proposition - Just because she was a woman, he still owed her his allegiance and that really ought of been enough! "Bold idea."
She settled on biting back her pride from letting her words drip with the venom of how slighted she felt. Her cheeks felt numb by the heat of her blush; she hated this situation, and she hated that deep down she felt just a little smitten by his 'boldness'. Jaina had always been weak for the direct, for those who weren't afraid to put action to words. This hadn't been her first time with a handy, direct blonde.
Arthas had been just as bold, if not more so. It might be why she had been so head over heels for him. Jaina's eyes finally lifted from the clothed right hand and wrist, lowering her hands. Her face couldn't help but draw a comical blank stare as she immediately found Brannon's gaze locked upon the sight of her bust at his vantage. He had only yammered softly through the process of her rubbing his hand, his gaze met hers anew like a moth to the flame.
Then it flickered down, and Jaina's eyes followed as it fell upon his crotch. She could see the faintest bugle through the young man's trousers. She bit her tongue, their eyes met anew as her gaze lifted to his. "Swear it." She grimaced softly at the road she was going down.
"S-swear it?" Brannon asked quizzically as his eyes remained locked upon the visage of his crouching Lord Admiral.
"Swear upon your life, Brannon Stormsong. That if I-..." She huffed as she gathered her courage, feeling her prideful heart sink in her chest. "Promise me that if I perform this 'ritual', Brannon, that you will do everything you can, no matter the cost, to have my ships upon the sea by the morrow."
Brannon's eyes blinked thrice, they lit up with the realisation that THE Jaina Proudmoore, the Daughter of the Sea and ultimately his Lord and Liege, was going with his proposed notion. Frantically, his head nodded, and his voice staggered out, stammering."O-Of course, Jaina-.. Lady Proudmoore, and blessed too! I swear it, by the Tide Mother and all that makes me a Stormsong."
Jaina could not believe herself. Years of diplomatic training, practice and use throughout her life. An accomplished Archmage who had served as an advisor to the world's highest and foremost authorities. Kings, Queens, Warchiefs. Even with her lofty title as Lord Admiral atop everything, Jaina Proudmoore now found herself feeling very small, under the searching gaze of Brannon Stormsong as his gaze flickered from her beautifully aged visage to the deep cleavage of her bust.
She had repositioned herself and Lord Stormsong. - Swirling his seated chair around to face the large desktop, before properly kneeling herself before the younger man. It wasn't a comfortable position, but at least this way, the proud Lord Admiral could not visually be seen from anywhere but Lord Brannon with the large enclosed desk covering for her.
Lives were at stake, and she couldn't afford this waddling. The sooner she got this over with, the better. Both hands reached forward, her left and right gloved grasp slowly slid up the younger man's thighs, surging toward his waist and belt. - Her right hand found the bugling 'mast' in question. She felt how it twitched and stirred at her mere touch as a soft gasp escaped Brannon, wordlessly, her right hand pressed her palm along the length of it, from tip to base in a soft massage.
Her brows shot upwards, taken aback by the well-endowed slab of meat that quickly was pitching a tent with her attentive touch whilst her left reached the buckle of Brannon's belt. Slowly, she began to undo it before raising her gaze a last and final time to connect with Brannon, or so she hoped. "This doesn't mean anything other than me upholding my side of the... Bargain."
Those words didn't sit right in her stomach; this little pervert was getting more out of the deal than she was. - Not only the pleasure but a hand on the reins that was Jaina Proudmoore's dignity.
"And if you so much as mention this... to anyone, Brannon Stormsong. No one will find your body." Her last words came out with a hitched breath and a soft hiss of gritted teeth. Brannon looked a bit surprised by the threat. His unwrapped left hand raised then, his digits gently pressed down along the length of Jaina's soft jaw, his thumb swiping over her soft cheek. A blush was decorating the fair-skinned beauty who knelt before him.
"I-I could never dream it, Lady Jaina." He stammered, his hand lingering upon her cheek and jaw as she bowed her head, brushing his hand out of the way with a soft grunt. The soft grunts quickly became quiet, small moans at the continuing massaging palm of the Lord Admiral.
"T-take your gloves off, my lady. - I-it has to be.. skin on sk-.. Mast." Brannon stammered, and Jaina shot a glare up at him as she had just managed to open the buckle of his belt and unbutton the fly on the front of his trousers. - Her hands retracted as she drew them off her slender hands and wrists.
He was probably right. Best she didn't have the lingering smell of Lord Stormsong's on her favourite gloves. Pushing them aside in a side pouch as her hands returned. Her left hand dug two digits into the waistband of the belt and trousers, and with the aid of Brannon, she managed to draw his trousers down around to his mid-thighs. It was just enough to release the quickly stiffening mast. Jaina bit onto the inside of her cheek, admittedly it had been what felt like an eternity since she had been face-to-face with a cock.
Let alone in such a position as this. No, not many, despite the rumours that could claim to of cornered Jaina Proudmoore into such a position. Her right hand grasped around the base of the elongated cock, she heard a soft gasp from Brannon at the touch of her soft silky palm grasping the warm organ, she could feel it pulsate and twitch at her mere touch anew. - More so now, without a layer of cloth between them. But the gasp had likely been from the bronze cuff of her soft, long sleeves that decorated her slender arms, which rested against the matching ball sack beneath the endowed shaft.
She hated to admit it, but all together the young Lord was well put together. He was rivalling prior partners. Not that she'd ever let him know. Her right hand slowly shifted upward the length of the shaft, reaching the covered bulbous head before grasping firmly anew, only to draw itself downwards in a soft half tug. The pink bulbous head of the cock came into view with the first half-tug and with it the musky scent.
Jaina couldn't help but exhale a scoff, her left hand shifted its grasp to grapple at the base of the cock whilst her right was enclosed around the top. Brannon huffed, moaned and gasped approvingly. The fact that she could fit both her hands around the erect shaft and still find room to shift each hand in tandem with the other without hitting one another was a testament. How long had this grade a cock twitched and pulsed, the musk that infiltrated her nostrils spoke of at least an hour's worth of sweat? Had the pervert gotten an erection upon her arrival at his office?
No, surely she would have noticed something this big at his crotch. - Not that she had looked, no, she was too focused. She had to focus still! Jaina shook her head and cleared her head, both hands continued up and down the shaft, she watched the pearl of pre-cum ebb from the bulbous pink helm as Brannon rested back into the chair, just enjoying the sight. Luckily, Jaina had a lot of practice with wands, no, real wands. Her wrists were loose and shifted with purpose as they flicked up and down with purposeful tugs. Faster and harder, matching the hitching breath of Brannon as Jaina began to jerk him off in an earnest effort.
"Tides... mrh.. you are good at this, Lady Jaina." Brannon stammered with a huff, catching her scornful gaze. Her pride-filled heart sank another inch, being called a lady as she felt like a two-bit whore jerking the young Lord halfway underneath his desk. She felt his member twitch in her grasp as her scornful gaze met him; her staring daggers had the opposite effect as she felt the blush creep ever aflame across her cheeks in a new lease of life.
There was no winning; she just had to accept it. Both hands of her wrist shifted in unison now, her upper right hand caressing the bulbous, sensitive head. She felt the pre-cum pearl spread itself across her soft palm as it coated the jerking slab of meat just slightly. Brannon groaned and huffed, adjusting himself in his seat. His lips pursed as he stuttered out.
"Mrhm.. Lord Admiral, I think.. for the ritual to be successful, you have to wetten t-the mast." He grunted out, his lips formed into a foppish smile and grin at the 'innocent' suggestion. Jaina rolled her eyes, her hands tightened their grip around the massive, erect slab of meat in her grasp. She watched as Brannon immediately tensed up from his relaxed lean back. Each digit held a soft, feminine, elongated edge, which prickled against the sensitive skin of his cock-meat, he hissed softly as she felt his meat pulsate and tremble. A mixture of pleasure and pain.
She flickered her gaze away from his. As much of an inch of enjoyment, it gave her to watch him squirm beneath her grasp and nail digits. He was likely right. It might bring this whole affair to a close, too, given how his shaft pulsed. Brannon could do nothing but in stunned silence, his eyes widened as he watched Jaina Proudmoore, his Lord Admiral part her soft painted lips part the pillowy cases as they enwrapped themselves around his sensitive cockhead.
His head fell backwards in a longer, deeper moan than any jerking had provided prior. Immediately, his left hand almost naturally shot forward, it brushed against Jaina's braided mane of hair that hung over her shoulder. Her once golden mane would have matched Brannon's hadn't it been for the arcane magic transforming large swaths of her mane into pure snow white colour; tufts of her once flaxen mane were still visible in locks of the braided mane.
The hair, practical yet hairstyle that had become a part of Jaina's signature look as the Pride of Kul Tiras and the Lord Admiral ever since her arrival. So much so that stylists and Barbers prided themselves on being able to braid hair in a 'Kul Tiran braid', just like Jaina Proudmoore. Many young maidens now bore their hair in the same manner as Jaina did, a way of idolising a hero and showing the popularity of the Lord Admiral...
And now, it was used by Lord Brannon Stormsong as a way to grasp a hold of her pretty head as her pillowy pink lips locked around the bulbous head of his cock. She could taste the salty and sweet taste of the slick pre-cum pearl that was found lapped by her swirling tongue that to get this over and done with was shifting around the sensitive head of the cock.
Her head suckled for a minute or two, now and again sending a scornful glare up at the younger lord whose face spoke of untold bliss at Jaina's unspoken prowess of her lips and tongue. His meat twitched and pulsed, her right hand shifted down the length for a hold of the base of it whilst her left sank further down. Reluctantly, her left hand and digits grasped around the hefty sack of balls. She could feel the sensitive soft skin retract at the touch of her palm as she began to gently play with the balls between her left-hand palm and digits.
Then, her head began to sink further down along the shaft, her pink lips wrapped around the impressive girth of the shaft in an O shape, meeting her sudden jerking right hand that came up to meet her spread kissers as more of Brannon's bulbous cock and girthy cock pushed into the wet warm embrace of her mouth. Jaina's tongue lapped desperately at the underside, swirling around to speed the progress of the sordid act along.
His left hand upon her braid tightened, it began to follow the direction of her now bobbing head, now and again attempting to push just an inch of him farther into her mouth. Each time, though her lips were tightly sealed around the meat, and she suckled the air into her lungs, halting his advances immediately in her tightly sealed cock-gripping lips. To say the effort was straining was an understatement.
She hadn't done anything so intimate for so long, to then suddenly have half a mouthful filled with a well-endowed cock whose stamina proceeded to impress. Now and again, she let out sharp breaths and huffs. Determined not to let Brannon hear a single moan of pleasure, genuine or false. Instead, the room was filled with the noise of Jaina's efforts as the cock increasingly became more saliva slicked with each passing bob of her head, she felt the saliva slick her right jerking hand as well.
The pre-cum continued to churn into balls, coating the back of her tongue and her mouth. At least when she was jerking him off, she could escape the enthralling musk, but now it was everywhere. It was inside of her. Jaina hated deep down that her body began to respond. She felt her thighs rub together, the slightest tingle between her legs as the Lord Admiral desperately tried to keep sordid thoughts, ideas and fantasies off of her mind.
A hard challenge when one's lips were wrapped around the shaft of a cock, even for an Archmage as talented as Jaina. She could hear his Brannons' moans grow more desperate, however, especially each time her tightly sealed lips suckled air in and halted his advances. Gradually, she took him a little farther into her mouth as she began to feel her jaw tire of the straining effort of pleasuring him.
Tears were almost called to the corner of her eyes as she felt the bulbous head nearing the back of her mouth and the entrance of her throat. No way she'd ever be able to fit someone of his girth and length so deep. And she wasn't going to give him the pleasure. No, this would be as far as this farce of a ritual went.
Then, from beyond the desktop where Jaina was kneeling before the young lord, there wasn't a sudden knock upon the door. Jaina's eyes widened, as did Brannon's own. His frame quickly straightened from the once again lax seat it had adopted throughout Jaina's blowing of his cock.
Immediately, the young lord grasped around the back of her head in a panicked grasp with his left hand on her braided hair, whilst his right hand grasped the edge of the table. With a quick rutting motion, the young lord pushed the chair against Jaina's knelt frame, she was forced onto her backside and further underneath the large incased desktop, hiding her even further from sight.
What was worse, for Jaina Proudmoore, at least, as the erect cock-half way situated in her warm, wet mouth, suddenly was rutted forward with the change of the Young Lord's rut and shift of his chair. Brannon was now perched upon the very edge of his chair, stifling a deep groan of his staggered breath, his bulbous head had pushed well past the back of Jaina's wet, warm mouth and the tight entrance into her throat.
He could feel how the Lord Admiral's throat gagged and strained against the sudden intruding girth of the cock pushed far past its intended welcome. Jaina's eyes watered immediately, wide-eyed and strained in surprise to suppress the noise of her gagging around his girth. She was just as surprised as Brannon was, never would she of believed it plausible to have such a length so far in her mouth and throat. The young lord's balls were practically resting upon her chin, the hand in her hair and on her tail, with an iron lock keeping her impaled. She heard his strained voice from above her, above the desktop.
"BUSY...! T-Too Busy! Leave me!" His voice desperately called out, not to have their 'ritual' interrupted.
Meanwhile, Jaina desperately suckled in air through her nose, both her hands pressed in a desperate grasp of his thighs. She tried to pry herself free, but the enclosed space beneath the desk provided her with little leverage. And the young lord's arm held a stronger grip on her head, unseen desperation of the actions to Brannon only translated as pleasure that was part of their 'ritual'.
She could feel how his member pulsed and twitched at her struggling throat muscles that hugged the invaded meat, massaging it as her tongue pressed desperately near the base of the cock's underside. Her left hand retreated from his thigh, pressing over her dainty neck and throat, she could feel how the cock bugled it out, and with the sudden retraction of the pressure against the Young lord's thigh.
She felt his make a small shift in a short winding rut, the lodged cock pushing itself an inch forward before sliding the inch back. What was worse however to the cock lodged in Jaina's throat was the noise she heard from beyond the desk. Whoever had knocked was not listening to the wishes of Lord Stormsong, and she heard the hinges of the door open. Her watery eyes squeezed shut, her jaw was numbing swiftly with her soft lips locked around the girthy cock lodged there.
The irony of someone barging in on them was not lost on Jaina with her entry to the room. The muffled voice of the male servant who had seen her inside could be heard somewhere above her, she could feel the vibration of his steps.
"My Lord Stormsong, Lord Admiral-.." There was a tense pause, to Jaina the split second of the audible pause felt like aeons, she felt the sweat and the horror of the notion of being discovered in such a position with an unmarried man's cock down her throat. It would ruin her.
Her tense shoulders relaxed a little as the elder servant spoke anew. "I thought the Lord Admiral was still with us?" His voice asked, bewildered, likely at the notion of Jaina being able to leave the household unnoticed.
She could feel Brannon's frame tense, and then he relaxed. Jaina could feel how his left arm relaxed too, allowing the not-so-proud Lord Admiral to gingerly take the opportunity to slide her head backwards. As she did, she could feel how the member twitched and pulse at the shift of the muscle coursing of the throat slowly coursing over the sensitive cock meat. Brannon's staggered breath expelled a soft lie to his servant.
"Unfortunately, the Lord Admiral was -tight- on time." His left hand reaffirmed its grip on the back of her head, tensed back in. She felt the subtle rutting hop of the younger man's hip against her visage and face. The mere two inches she had lodged free from her throat hole was pushed back down as her eyes widened anew.
It took Jaina a moment to catch onto the wordplay; the servant, by the sound of it, luckily hadn't the faintest clue. She felt how the twitching member pulsated against her soring throat muscle, unhinge jaw, her lips forcibly remaining rimmed around the base of the girthy cock. He was enjoying this. There was no doubt in Jaina's mind that Lord Brannon was getting a kick out of having the most powerful lady wrapped so beautifully, so sordidly wrapped around his cock unbeknownst to his servant.
"She teleported away." Brannon offered his still bewildered servant, who let out a resounding 'ah', at the simple explanation.
"Right. Of course, sir, she did. A shame. An honour to have led her to your door just."The man hummed, Brannon, strained with a hum of his own to mask the pleasure that washed over him.
"Yes. Was there a reason you interrupted me, Harold?" Brannon asked pointedly, his hips made another soft jutting shift forward gently, and there was a light, soundless slap of his ball sack against Jaina's chin. Her chin of which was increasingly getting wet, her jaw unhinged and numb, and saliva was dripping past the lower pillowy lip of her cock-lodged lips. "Y-yes, many apologies, sir. The cook has prepared refreshments for you and the Lord Admiral. Shall I send yours in any way?" Brannon gasped softly with a grunting nod.
"Yes, step to it, Harold." Brannon almost hissed unfairly at the old servant in a dismissive tone. Desperate to enjoy the situation of his fully erect shaft lodged in Jaina's throat. Harold nodded, and Jaina could hear the shuffling of steps. - In a quickened pace, another pair of feet entered the room, and the resounding thud of whatever the refreshment might of been being placed on the surface of the desk above her.
Her straining gaze peered up into the dark oak surface with no avail. Again, the seconds passed in what felt like aeons before she heard the audible click of the study room door. The young Lord allowed a long, deep moan to escape him, his entire frame tensed as his left hand relaxed its grip. With a soft spluttering noise from Jaina, she felt how the lodged pulsating shaft slowly drew back out from her bugling throat, the bulbous head finally leaving her throat.
Jaina inhaled sharply, the girthy shaft had barely passed entirely out of her mouth as she spluttered for air in a quiet sniffle beneath him as the bulbous head finally pushed past and out from her quivering lip. A tendril of saliva hung from the tip of the still erect cock and the Lord Admiral's lip. Brannon wasn't giving her much respite however, his hips pushed forward as the sheen-shining cock head pressed against Jaina's lower lip. He couldn't see her violent glare, but he certainly heard her hoarse sneer. "Finish quickly, Lord Brannon..."
she felt the tremble of her jaw as her lips parted around the cock sensitive cock head, suckling deeply and focusing on making the now jittery man reach his climax so she could go wash the shame off herself. Her sole focus on the cock-head was paying off, she could feel the slow release of the tendril of cum from the twitching head, and he was edging to finish. Continuing like this as well, Jaina could avoid having to swallow any more than just the pre-cum.
Or so she thought.
She felt it before she heard it, the fast-approaching footsteps across the floorboards that heralded the approach, and it was coming closer. Just like before, Brannon's hand still lingered on the back of her skull, flexed, his hand tensed around the back of Jaina's pretty head. This time the sudden rut wasn't as surprising, she relaxed her throat instead at the sudden ramming girth of the cock lodging itself into the depth of her warm mouth and past the tight entrance of her throat.
Her gagging hum vibrated her throat muscle against the invading appendage. Likely to Brannon's pleasure and Jaina's dismay. Her jaw now again pried apart like a two-bit whore gaping over a too-big cock. Not that her thoughts could linger on such a notion as the double doors swung open with some heft, whatever audible click of a lock hadn't lasted for a second, the entering steps came in pairs.
Brannon's voice rang out in sudden surprise, he managed to lodge his cock in the throat of the struggling Lord Admiral's warm wet mouth and throat again just in time to 'halt' her pleasuring of his cockhead. "Keegan! Brother Darius!"
He gulped, straining with his right arm resting across the top of the desk, the young lord pressed his frame further against Jaina, locking her firmly against his crotch and between his thighs. She could feel her eyes watering again, with how it was itching, she knew her dark kohl eyeliner was running, like painting dark streaks down her struggling cheeks as her lower lips and chin wetted against the hefty ball sack resting against it. She could smell absolutely nothing but the musk of the cock lodged in her desperate throat, her tongue lapping against it in some vain attempt to gain freedom from its renewed pin
"C-can I ask why... you.. You so rudely interrupt a man. N-nay, your Lord." Brannon was mustering himself; the edge he had been approaching was now fast approaching."I'm sorry, sir, I tried to stop Brother Darius, but unfortunately..." Keegan added unhelpfully and gestured to the door, which he wandered back toward to close yet again with a thud. He was about to lumber behind his lord's desk and seat, but Brannon was quick to gesture him to halt. Jaina's heart began to race fast, not only for the sordid action but for the feeling of the heavy, unseen steps nearing the side of the desk where she'd most definitely be spotted.
All she could do was sit still, cock lodged in her throat and wait out the strainful activity...
Brother Darius slowly, with now gentler steps, moved to the front of the desk. His voice rang out calmly. "I could understand, on Master Harold, that the Lord Admiral had left you in an untimely manner." his voice had not at all matched the fervour with which he had entered the study to begin with.
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