The ball

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he ball went on until late into the night. The King of Lordaeron had invited numerous guests from all over the land. High elves from Quel'Thalas and dwarves from distant Khaz Modan also arrived. King Terenas had invited everyone of rank and name in Azeroth. Jaina's father, the ruler of Kul Tiras, had also arrived, but was more interested in the politics surrounding the ball than in his daughter or in the other diversions the festival offered.

The king sat at the head of a massive table. His gray head was adorned with a simple crown, which, however, was not intended to obscure the king's true power. King Terenas had successfully defended his kingdom against the orcish hordes in the Second War. He may no longer be the youngest monarch, but his empire flourished like no other among the human empires.

One of his powerful allies was Uther Lichtbringer, who also took a seat at his table. Next to this war hero, who personally oversaw the training of the Prince of Lordaeron, sat Princess Calia, Terena's eldest child. Arthas' older sister seemed a little shy and inconspicuous in this hall of heroes, elves and magicians.

As expected, Arthas and Jaina danced on the spacious white marble dance floor. Jaina wore a white and blue dress, which was made even more impressive by accents of fiery red. Her long, light blonde hair was pinned up and hardly anyone, man or woman, didn't look at her and her dance partner from time to time with an envious expression.

Arthas, who wildly dragged her along, was undoubtedly one of the most eligible bachelors in the kingdom. But his relationship with the princess of Kul Tiras was hardly a real secret to those who had eyes in their heads that evening. What no one saw, however, and probably no one suspected, was that Arthas' semen was running down the noble magician's thighs at that moment.

Even before the ball, the two had it short but wild. Jaina had used her magic to open a portal into the wild for them. There the impetuous prince had quickly pulled down his black velvet trousers and thrown them over a tree stump. The short but hard fuck in the forest had ruined Jaina's dress, but thanks to her teleportation magic, she had appeared at the ball in a similar dress just minutes later. Her flushed cheeks were probably attributed to her excitement. Where this excitement came from was lost on those present.

Now the couple danced close together across the ball, which was celebrated in honor of the victory over the Horde. However, the war that had plunged the world into chaos had long been pushed into the background. Important decisions had to be made. Decisions that made those small, seductive love games seem so insignificant. But they weren't. At least not for those affected. The two kept whispering suggestive words in each other's ears. Suddenly Jaina broke away from her prince.

***

Calia really sat alone. The young princess was not alone, but no one paid her any attention. Her longing gaze seemed to be lost in the hall of heroes. Nobody seemed to notice her. Here and there came a polite but meaningless comment about her beauty, but no one had even asked her to dance.

Uther and her father discussed diligently and representatives of other kingdoms were also present. Admiral Proudmoore, ruler of the island people of Kul Tiras, bargained hard. It was about the countries that were liberated after winning the war against the orcs. Ultimately it was about power.

The blonde princess of Lordaeron initially didn't notice Jaina's approach. She had fallen into too much of a depressive state. Jaina sat next to her and started a conversation with her. At first she thought the young, talented mage from Dalaran wanted to join in the conversation with the Admiral, her father, but she actually wanted to talk to her, Calia Menethil.

“You seem unhappy, Princess Calia,” the blonde magician whispered to her. “What can I do to put a smile on your faces?”

“You are the mage, Lady Jaina Proudmoore. “You tell me,” Calia sighed.

Jaina smiled and placed her delicate hand on Arthas' sister's delicate fingers. Both women had natural beauty and at first glance you might think they were sisters. But the differences between the two were huge. Jaina's features appeared softer, more open, while Calia appeared gaunt and almost a little pale. Maybe this was also due to her lifestyle. The princess was not allowed to demonstrate her skills either as a warrior or as a magician. She lived in Lordaeron under the protection of her father, but at the same time as a slave of her birth.

"Perhaps I should just kidnap you from these chambers, Princess."

"Perhaps you would be my hero, freeing me from the clutches of a dragon!" Calia smiled with mock drama.

Jaina, who was never at a loss for a word even as a little girl, cleverly used this requirement and stood up and at the same time let a magical spark of sparks glow in her finger.

“Your Majesties, ladies, gentlemen, I thank you for your hospitality, but it is already late and I will now retire. Princess Calia was kind enough to offer to accompany me to the guest quarters."

The King of Lordaeron and the other guests then said goodbye to the two blonde girls and dismissed them from the ball.

***

"You are truly my heroine of the Calia announced and sat down exhausted on a sofa. The guest room where Jaina was staying was like a little empire of her own. The large bed was covered in fine, dark purple fabric. The crest of Lordaeron hung on the ceiling. Mirrors and pictures of past battles decorated the walls.

“You would probably have done the same for me, Princess.” Jaina stood in front of a bureau and fiddled with the clasps of her robe, which seemed to be restricting her, with mock awkwardness. Dozens of candles lit the room. “Can you help me for a moment?”

Calia got up and went to the magician. She opened the fasteners of Jaina's robe and blushed slightly as it simply slid to the floor. Before her stood Lady Jaina Proudmoore, completely uncovered. She smiled at Arthas sister. The princess couldn't take her eyes off the young woman's flawless body. Jaina's breasts were particularly impressive. The noble girl had voluptuous yet firm-looking curves.

“Surprised?” Jaina asked to break the ice a little. Since she had been with Arthas, the young magician had discovered her own secret desires. Cravings that should never be acted out in public. Arthas was as cunning as a demon when it came to persuading others to do reckless actions. This one was one of those.

“No, I just never…” Calia avoided a direct answer. She wanted to say that the young woman had never seen a naked woman before, especially not one so petite, with such huge breasts.

“And do you like it?” Jaina asked, intuitively interpreting her thoughts correctly.

“Um, I don’t know… I…” she stammered nonsense. The princess's cheeks turned bright red.

"What now? You don't have to be afraid of it, Princess, they're completely natural." Jaina grabbed her own full breasts and lifted them slightly while giving the young woman a mischievous smile. "They're not supported by any magic and stuff."

"Really, no magic?" You could tell in her voice that Calia had actually been thinking about whether the magician had helped with her full, firm feminine curves with her magic. Was that even possible?

“You have some too,” she stated and removed one hand from herself and reached for Calias. The princess briefly considered resisting the easy-going blonde, but in the end she tolerated Jaina's touch. She briefly stroked the thin material that hid her young breasts. However, she could immediately feel the firm nipples, which revealed the young woman's inner tension.

“Will you show it to me?” Jaina asked as she closed the distance and pressed Calia with her bottom against the secretary.

“But that’s not possible.”

“Why not, we’re both women, right? We will steal from each other with our eyes.”

The magician’s voice sounded so gentle and sweet. Calia struggled with herself. Her curiosity fought her reason. Her emerging desire for adventure struggled with her decency. Without the princess being able to answer, Jaina guided Calia's hand to her bare breasts. Calia felt the warm flesh of her counterpart. For the first time she consciously took a woman's firm, warm breasts in her hand and, to her shame, she enjoyed the strange feeling. Under the guidance of the young magician, she explored this intimate feminine side of a woman without thinking. She felt the hard nipples and now in turn felt a tingling sensation that flowed through her body like an army of small arm ants, concentrated mainly on her stomach, her breasts and her womb.

“Yes, but…” she didn’t get any further. Jaina placed her delicate one on her lips and the princess obeyed. Unlike her brother, Calia was an easy target. Where Arthas acted out of stubbornness and pride, Calia was passive or guided by her underlying desires. The young woman enjoyed playing with women's breasts. She also voluntarily took her other hand and played with the attractive flesh presented to her. She repeatedly explored the sorceress' stiff nipples and was amazed at how firm and tempting this courtyard of female sin surrendered to her touch.

Jaina sighed lustfully and licked her soft, pink lips. She showed the inexperienced princess that she was enjoying it and she increased the sensual touch. Of course she didn't remain passive. She took advantage of the time and very slowly, imperceptibly opened the fasteners of Calia's robe. After some time of tentative play, Jaina gently turned the princess to the side and undressed her royal body.

A shiver ran through Calia as the young woman's lips touched her blonde hairline. She bit her lip to keep from moaning in excitement. She shivered, but it wasn't because she was cold. No, it was this uncertain pleasure that made her shudder in the candlelight.

The princess had removed her fingers from Jaina's breasts and was now standing somewhat stiffly in the room. The magician's fingers stroked her playmate's delicate, pale body. She repeatedly touched the sensitive skin with tender kisses. The young woman twitched every time without being fully aware of her own unexplored pleasure.

The two naked young women look sensually into each other's eyes and suddenly their fingers found each other. Jaina led the princess to her bed and sat down on it with her. Calia, who was still inhibited by feelings of shame and a certain insecurity, simply let everything happen to her without taking any action herself. Her day was long and this promised to be a positive, or at least exciting, highlight. She would never have thought of spending the night with Lady Jaina Proudmoore, but she felt unusually free.

Both women, freed from their coverings, sat down on the sheet and caressed each other tenderly. Jaina, who was far more uninhibited than the princess due to her study of countless books and her passionate affair with Arthas, slid her fingers over her smaller, but equally pretty, breasts. She formed runic symbols on her pale skin and kissed it discreetly again and again.

Little by little Calia let herself fall further and further. At first she just brushed through Proudmoore's golden blonde hair. Then she became braver. She touched the young beauty's flawless skin and felt her voluptuous warmth. She enjoyed it, but thoughts of doubt also crossed her lips.

"We shouldn't do this." Her voice sounded weak, not really convinced.

“Why?” said the magician as she gently played around the princess’ privates, which sent a shiver through her body and resulted in a quiet moan.

"Ah, ... yes, ... because, because you and me, because we ..."

She couldn't think clearly and Jaina just smiled as her fingertip stroked the princess's clit. She allowed the game to play passively, but without physical resistance. Her hands were shaking slightly, but otherwise remained calm.

Suddenly Jaina leaned over her. She brought her hand to Calia's cheek and whispered softly to her: “I am your hero. Have you forgotten?”

“No,” she whispered. The warm hand at her side felt so good. She sighed comfortably and her closed eyes showed she was pleased.

Jaina pushed one thigh between the princess's legs and lay half over her so that her breasts caressed hers. She gently lowered her head and looked at the young woman's uncertain expression. She stroked them up to her hairline. Her breath kissed the princess and she enjoyed it. Her lips trembled in unchaste anticipation.

She first kissed the king's daughter on the cheek. She tasted salt on her skin. Then, when Calia didn't object, more kisses followed. Her nipples caressed her playmate's skin. Her thigh squeezed her legs, which were now ever wider open. She felt her pelvis press against her movements. She felt the woman offering more and more to her.

The kisses were a warm-up round, now the next act followed and Jaina kissed Calia on her trembling lips. At first they were closed, but then the princess' wet lips opened to let her lover deep inside her. Instinctively she stuck out her tongue and enjoyed the play of their wet flesh coming together at that moment.

She kept one hand on Calia's cheek and moved the other lower. She took her hand and brought it indecisively to her own voluptuous breasts. The young woman instinctively knew how to react. Both women knew and felt within themselves. Still their tongues entwined in a game of love. They didn't feel like lesbians, they didn't feel like guilty people, they just felt like lovers. Both women enjoyed the lovemaking.

Jaina's hand stroked the princess's slim stomach and touched her privates again. She stroked the delicate fur, while their lips only slowly separated, she slid the tip of her finger through the moist cleft of Calia's pussy. A thin thread of her lust connected the wet lips of the two women. Terena's daughter moaned and pushed her pelvis against the hand. A finger of this hand gently pressed against her gate and gained entry into the hidden depths.

The magician rose slightly and Calia could see Jaina's nipple hovering above her. Attracted by this sweet fruit, she grabbed it and sucked on her nipple like a small child. A pleasant shiver went through Jaina and she also groaned.

“Oh yes!” she gasped.

Neither woman noticed the door opening, which Jaina had left ajar. Arthas entered and quickly hid behind a screen. The prince watches the activities of his lover and his sister. He smiled with satisfied lust, as Jaina had kept her promise. He spied her firm bottom moving rhythmically above his sister. He would also have liked to see his sister's ass writhing under the young magician. But for now the hidden view of the young woman sucking on another's teats was enough. His privates quickly became strung out and demanded release.

Jaina slipped deeper, slid between Calia's thighs and began to work on them with tender kisses. She didn't know about Arthas' presence, even if they had agreed to it. Her thoughts had long since turned solely to pure lust. When she first inhaled the scent of her aroused privates, she felt numbed by the intensity of her libido. She heard the king's daughter's suppressed moan as her tongue pushed its way through the wet ford of her womanhood. How she would have liked to feel Arthas' cock in her cunt now, just to receive compensation for the pleasure she gave his sister.

Calia gasped and grabbed her pleasure giver's blonde hair tightly. Desperate with pleasure, she writhed in the sheets and enjoyed being licked so intensely by a woman. In fact, it was the first time she had ever been licked and touched like that. She drove the magician's tongue into her cunt more and more demandingly. She wanted to increase her pleasure, wanted to experience a climax that she had never experienced before with her own finger play.

The princess actually screamed while Jaina licked the pleasure nectar from her wet vulva. She enjoyed Calia's taste. Smacking her lips, she pushed him down her greedy throat. She was almost drowning in pleasure and so she had no shame in stroking herself between her thighs. She felt her bulging bud looming between her labia and rubbed it. There were still remnants of Arthas seed inside her. Inwardly she perhaps felt that the prince was not far from her. He rubbed his cock with pleasure as he watched the two of them.

When Calia came it was a veritable explosion of pleasure. She was only panting slightly at first, but then increased the intensity and screamed her cries of pleasure so loudly that Jaina feared that someone else in the castle would become aware of her activities.

As she writhed, driven by lust, the magician climbed over her. Calia was only peripherally aware of Jaina's dripping cunt. She only really noticed her when she sat down on her and her swollen labia kissed and sealed Calia's mouth. The princess instinctively began to lick the wet slit and tasted a woman's female juice for the first time. Before, she had never dared to taste her own nectar during her own lovemaking.

Clouded with excitement, Calia began licking Jaina's pussy. The blonde, trimmed down fluff flanked the young woman's swollen lips. Her tongue plunged into the salty and sweet tasting pot of pleasure. With light, rhythmic movements, Jaina repeatedly pressed her vagina against Calia's mouth, which lay helpless beneath her. She caught Arthas out of the corner of her eye.

So he actually came here. Her lust outweighed any sense of shame. So she wasn't ashamed to let his sister lick her vagina. On the contrary, she was now stroking her own big tits in sync with her ecstatic movements.

Little did Calia know that in addition to licking Jaina's pussy slime, she was also snacking on her brother's seed from her lover's slit. Intoxicated by her own climax and her mate's ecstatic pleasure, she did not notice Arthas coming to her bedside. He had undressed and his bulging manhood stretched lustfully from his loins. He grabbed her open thighs and pushed them wide apart. She noticed it, but due to Jaina's position she could neither see who was nor able to defend herself effectively.

Arthas placed his bulging glans on his sister's dripping wet slit. Jaina turned her head back slightly to look him in the eyes. Both looked at each other with expressions distorted with lust. The magician blocked him expectantly. She wanted to see the brother fucking his own sister in front of her.

He did it. Slowly, infinitely slowly, he penetrated his sister's virgin vagina. He inserted his meat into her. Calia winced. Her lust-lubricated and willing but unopened cleft wrapped itself around his wide phallus like a second skin. She felt the unknown man push against her maiden skin. She wanted to scream, but Jaina gagged her mouth with her cunt, taking her breath away. The princess held still and with a jerk it was over. Arthas ended her maidenhood and began fucking her with powerful thrusts.

Not only had he deflowered his own sister, no, he also wanted to inseminate her. So he pushed faster and faster into her tight hole, in which only a few drops of blood mixed with her love nectar. He pushed the girl's thighs wide apart so he could penetrate her deeply. He pushed his massive cock deeper and deeper into her hole until Calia was just writhing with renewed pleasure.

Her tongue flicked through Jaina's moist slit for help as she pressed her arms firmly onto the sheet with hers. The girl helped her brother deflower and marry his sister. She smiled with a look of lust on her face. She began panting herself while beneath her the young princess moaned her pleasure against her vulva.

Arthas, who had already injected his seed into Jaina's stomach that day, was soon ready too. He panted and drove his penis deep against his sister's cervix. The three sank into a single sea of ​​pleasure. Jaina came first, she threw her head back and bit her lip so as not to scream out her lust in complete humiliation. Then came Arthas. Driven by his girlfriend's gasps and moans, he rammed his cock deep into his sister's cunt a few more times before he finally came deep inside her. He clawed at her tender thighs and pumped his hot cream into her stomach for several seemingly endless moments.

Calia felt the violent twitching within her. She felt his hot seed that her brother placed in her stomach. That was too much for her. Her newly deflowered cunt clenched tightly around her brother's cock and literally milked the last remnants of his seed out of him while the princess panted her orgasm into Jaina's also wildly twitching slit. For a moment Calia's consciousness blurred and night fell around her. Stars twinkled before her eyes and the universe seemed to spin in her head. She had never experienced such a climax before. Never before had she become a slave to her desires.

When her mind returned, Jaina was lying next to her, gently caressing her body. The unknown man had disappeared. Only the longing tingling in her vulva, that longing, told her that this had not been a dream. That, and the semen that dripped out of her vagina mixed with her maiden blood.

Jaina ran her fingertips around her flat stomach. Her touch still felt good, but it was no longer that ecstatic pleasure, but rather something sensitive that now connected them. Calia turned her head towards her and their lips met in a tender kiss. Neither of them said anything, they just lay there until they finally fell asleep with each other wrapped in each other's arms.

The two women never spoke about that night again. But when their eyes met in a moment unobserved by others, they both felt each other's longing for those fiery moments of lust that they had experienced that night. To this day, Calia doesn't know that it was Arthas, her own brother, who fucked her that night.