The Alliance hangs by a thread.
To bind the ancient accord between the highborn White Elves and the decadent Dark Elves, the princess must be bred. But Prince Varnan… he cannot rise.
So the call went out—across the seas and over the silver hills—summoning a legend not seen in a hundred years.
She arrives tonight.
Lady Ishanyra Knotkiss, they call her.
The Matron of the Sevenfold Wombs.
She doesn’t ask questions.
She mounts.
She locks in.
And she pumps.
NeroZee
2025-07-12 20:37:46 +0000 UTC