Jaina’s Vacation

(Inspired and dedicated to my dear friend Lyrissa Greenleaf)

In the port city of Kul Tiras stood a massive tower in the middle of a keep. By far and wide it was the tallest structure there, visible from afar. This was Proudmoore Keep, and it perhaps was the best place within the city for a stunning view of the setting sun. Standing in her personal chambers at the very highest level of Proudmoore Keep, its namesake High Admiral Jaina Proudmoore looked at the setting sun, enjoying the fading warmth of the day’s end. 

Jaina wore her iconic blue dress, her wooden arcane staff having a shiny blue gem on top. She was somewhat fair skinned with ice blue eyes and a single mole on the right side of her face. Her long white hair was braided behind her with a single streak of bright blonde hair. Around her neck hung a necklace with an ornamental anchor in the middle.

The ruler of Kul Tiras sighed. 

“Finally, some rest. No more paperwork or pointless discussions or diplomatic meetings  on trade tariffs any more.”

Her face fell somewhat thinking of tomorrow’s planned day of more meetings.

“For today, at least.”

She continued to enjoy the sunset, watching seagulls pass by her tower and listening to the distant sounds of Kul Tiras’ inhabitants making their way home. 

In fact, the High Admiral was listening so intensely that she had completely missed the creature hanging from the roof of her chambers, watching her with a nefarious smile on its face.

A large demonic figure with bat-like wings, a dark purple skin tone and a very muscular male form. His legs were thick and ended in hooves while most notably his massive shaft, equine in nature, stood fully upright. A single drop of pre-cum fell from his horsecock, splashing onto the ground behind Jaina.

“Huh?” Jaina turned around looking down at the splat on the floor. A few arcane words were spoken and a sudden flash of orange energy tainted in black sparks hit Jaina who was struck before she could counter the spell. The energy wrapped around her legs and arms and formed a strange clump around her mouth. Within two seconds, the High Admiral was bound and gagged while she tried to squirm against her magical bonds. 

With a flap of his massive wings the naked Dreadlord lowered himself down to the floor. Jaina glared at him, furiously continuing to break free. He was an adult male dreadlord of muscular posture, glancing down at her with a smug smile.

“Well that was pathetically easy to take out the ‘so-called’ High Amiral.” He grabbed hold of her by the shoulders and tossed Jaina onto her bed. Standing over her, he had a devilish smile on his face. 

“Allow me to introduce myself, wretch. My name is Heakar Bloodfist, and I will be your master from now on.”

He leaned in to listen to her suppressed screams of anger before sarcastically stating. “I don’t hear any objections to that. Very good,, you already have accepted your new place. And as for mine…” Heakar began to chant softly, touching Jaina with one hand and making motions with the other. An aura of darkness erupted and moments later something fell on the bed. “That would be yours.” Heakar grabbed the item that laid sprawled across the bed. She showed it off to Jaina whose eyes widened in shock.

It was a skinsuit of herself.

“Of course, I could have killed you immediately. But, all that really would have happened was another one taking your role and continuing to act against our interests. Much better to move into the role of High Admiral and bring this city down from the inside.” He pulled open the skinsuit stretching it far and wide until the back ripped open fully. Heakar folded in his wings and reached into the skinsuit with his arms. The muscular limbs started to rapidly slim down as his claws seemed to easily disappear behind Jaina’s nails.

With his new feminine hands Heakar grabbed Jaina’s face.

“Not only are your hands mine, but soon all of you will be mine.”  It took him a moment to figure out how to pull the skinsuit over his head, pulling it further back. Jaina’s lower half hung just before him. The skin stretched over the hooves as the long white hair fell behind his back.

“Come on…you…stupid…”

He struggled more to try and fit the mask over his face without ripping it on his horns as he worked it over his own face.

“I said come on…for the L…” There was a sudden snap: the skin pulled itself tight, folding in the wings into Jaina’s back while at the same time compressing the larger horned face into Jaina’s hairdo.

“There we go…” “Jaina” spoke in her new voice. “Much better. So, so much better “

She leaned down, still a male dreadlord from the front while his/her back had his/her purple bat wings folded underneath the feminine skin. For a moment she/him rubbed the massive purple horsecock against Jaina’s face to humiliate her before getting down face to face and winking at her.

“Don’t you worry, I will make a far better you than you ever were.” The process resumed as Jaina’s chest merged with the dreadlords, slimming down and expanding at the same time to bring the fake Jaina’s chest to life. 

Aggressively she stepped her big male hooves into the surprisingly thin and frail looking legs while stuffing the purple horsecock underneath the skim. All of it bulged out horribly and obviously until suddenly the skin rapidly flattened itself out. The cock simply shrank into nothing while the mighty hooves turned into regular female legs. 

The new Jaina stretched herself, checking if the process had completed. When she was satisfied, she groped her new chest, enjoying how sensitive it all was.

“You have an excellent body, Jaina, thank you for letting me have it.” The new Jaina flipped the old Jaina on her back, staring her down. 

Surprisingly, the rage had mostly disappeared making way for a set of blushing cheeks and a sort of lustful stare.

“Take a good look at the better Jaina Proudmoore.” The new Jaina crawled over the old one to rub her crotch all over the others’ face to further humiliate her. Looking down on her, the New glanced down at the old with a perverted smile. 

“I can see how turned on you are, Jaina, you love this as much as I do. For too long have you had to work so much as the pathetic high admiral, with your pathetic little assistant. Soon you won’t need to do anything at all, just follow orders like a good servant. The New Jaina pulled the bound and gagged Jaina up. 

“Well…hmm, I may be you now, but there’s something that can be done better, don’t you agree?” 

There was no response.

Jaina glared back, her face crawling into a devilish smile of sadistic joy.  The smile quickly faded from her face as a sudden burst of concern came over her face.

“H…hngh…” She began to breathe heavily, suddenly shaking and shivering. Jaina buckled over somewhat, beginning to finger herself. A bulge appeared above her crotch that continued to grow. Jaina began to laugh for a moment, sounding very intensely “H…hah…ha ha…HA!”

The did a pelvic thrust as suddenly her labial lips parted and a massive purple horsecock complete with testicles emerged from within, dripping with the fake Jaina’s juices. 

“There we go, much better.” Jaina leaned forward, beginning to stroke her meat with a smirk.  She flipped the bondaged woman  around, slapping her cock against the real Jaina’s face. 

Jaina glanced down at her true self with a smug smile, making sure some of her pre cum dripped on the high admiral’s face. She snapped her fingers and the energy in front of Jaina’s face disappeared.

Before any spell could be cast Jaina was choking on the massive horsecock, squirming fultily while the other Jaina laughed.

“Oh yes, yes! Jaina Proudmoore stripped down to what she is, a horny slut that begs to be replaced by someone better than her.” There was a sort of shiver running down “Jaina’s” spine followed by her demonic erection bursting its load  down the other woman’s throat.

Satisfied, she pulled out, making sure to stroke her cock and coat the real Jaina’s face in cum.

“We don’t need another me.” Another burst  of magic was followed by a new suit dropping on the best. Though the real Jaina could talk she did nothing but breathe in and out, licking and swallowing semen with a big smile on her face.

The large suit that lay there was of a quadruped elff, with a light purple skin and reindeer like horns. However, rather than being a demonic figure like Heakar it appeared to be in tune with nature with moss growing in the creature’s beard and its hands seeming to be almost made of wood. It was an athletic form with hooves down below and an empty horse like dick hanging underneath.  The creature was a Keeper of the Grove, one of the protectors of nature.

Using telekinesis Jaina lifted her other self up and at the same time held the suit up, pulling the back open and depositing Jaina in it. After pressing the hole shut, she watched the process start to work. The skin flopped down on the floor with the bulge inside it  shifted, expanding outward in all directions. The Keeper of the Grove slowly filled itself out while Jaina merged with the skin. 

The other Jaina stepped back, watching the process happen while not even bothering to retract her cock that continued to drip cum everywhere. 

The Keeper of the Grove got on his feet, shaking his head and feeling his body.  Jaina meanwhile, suddenly looked a whole lot less confident and smug.

“Eh…well, boss, how was that? I think I may have gotten carried away…”

The Keeper spoke up in a deep masculine voice.

“That was…incredible! Are you certain that you aren’t actually a dreadlord?”

Jaina reached under her chin, pulling back to reveal Heakan again. Yet that was followed up by repeating the process, tugging at the purple mask she was wearing to reveal Eavelyn Stonefeather, Jaina’s personal assistant. A cute young girl with blonde hair and dark green eyes…on top of Jaina’s body with a demonic penis hanging out of her crotch

“No, ma’am, I’m just here to help you…in whatever way. Are you really sure though that you want me to replace you when you’re on your vacation? I’m not sure if i have had enough experience with actually being you.

The Keeper nodded. “I am sure of it. I will just spend some time as Cerafex in the Grove of Pleasure…”

Eavelyn glanced at Cerafex’s cock twitching slightly.

“Only a few days. Besides, you have been at my side for two years, you actually know how things work. I just…”

Cerafex paused and shook his head.

“Need a proper break from the constant strain. You’ll make for a good Jaina, and before you know it I will be back to be myself. You should put that thing away before you have your daily council meeting though.” Cerafex quipped while motioning at Eavelyn’s rod.

“Eh, of course. But I feel like I may still have some fun with it tonight while I am on my own as…”

She tossed the mask of Heakar away and slipped Jaina’s face back on. With a moment of adjustment, she was back to being regular Jaina…with a very notable addition.

“I totally understand. I will be back within a week to take back my own life. Thank you Eavelyn.” Cerafex leaned in to peck her on the cheek before turning around and beginning to cast a teleportation spell. 

“No problem, boss.” Jaina winked. “See you soon!”

Cerafex stepped through the light blue ring that emerged behind her, and with one final glance, shut the connection. Moments later the transportation spell ended and Jaina was left alone in her room.

Outside of the demonic horsecock hanging from her snatch nothing was out of the ordinary. “I had best put that away….” Jaina took a moment to focus her mind and soon her cock retracted within. She moaned and sighed several times as a very strange yet intense pressure rocked her insides until the shaft had completely disappeared behind her walls with a last little bit of cum leaking from within her.

With a twirl of her hand all the evidence of the sex roleplay from moments before had dissapeared, except for the empty mask of the dreadlord form hidden under Jaina’s skin.

Jaina picked it up before storing it away in one of her storage places for her skinsuits before starting to get dressed. First slipping into a pair of black undergarments before groping herself and squeezing in joy.

“Oh my gosh I’m Jaina Proudmoore! It’s really me!” The childish, joyful side of Eavelyn that she had mostly suppressed came out. She had always looked up to the High Admiral, and had dreamed of taking up the position far in the future someday. Never in her wildest dreams did she believe she would actually make it this far. 

Jaina’s face clouded slightly as she put the anchor necklace over her head to complete her look. Was she actually ready for this? She had been Miss Proudmoore personal assistant and secretary for two years and a half now, rapidly finding out just how secretly kinky the Lord Admiral of Kul Tiras was. Behind the veil of the nation’s highest representative lay a woman with desires and needs as well.

She shook her head, striking a more official looking pose. “I AM Jaina Proudmoore, Lord Admiral of Kul Tiras and I am ready for the day!”

With great excitement Jaina turned around and stared at the window outside which showed the moon already being out. It was fastly approaching midnight and the day had long ended.

“Well then.” Jaina flicked her hand and the windows closed themselves up. Another glance at the door and that was shut as well.  

“I guess I have this evening to myself. A bit lonely, perhaps…” Rather facetiously she struck a concerned tone. “But…such behaviour would be uncouth for a Lord Admiral like me.”

“Nng…” Jaina buckled somewhat, biting her lip as her cheeks were brightly red for a moment. Like giving birth, Jaina could feel a gigantic demon shaft emerge from within her, pushing through her dress as the purple cock dripped with Jaina’s fluids. As the two balls plopped out they settled into place.

“Well, afterall, I am merely a fake Proudmoore. A dreadlord impersonator.” Jaina chuckled slightly as she began to stroke her purple equine cock that jutted out from between her luxury dress most incongruently.

She looked in the mirror and chuckled. “Perhaps I should keep it as I go out in public, that could be fun.”

Jaina shook her head. “It’s a shame” She lifted up her erection and squeezed it a bit watching the pre cum drop out rip out. She tasted some of it  and enjoyed it. 

“Time to spawn a companion…can’t do this all alone, especially now that my lovely assistant Eavelyn has disappeared.” She took a moment to focus Eavelyn’s magic energy on a spell that the real Jaina had taught her.

“Arcane Maiden!” A burst of magical light blue energy came out of both hands, coalescing into a form in front of her. It looked to be an elven being, elven in nature yet made out of sparkly arcane magic. It lacked features mostly, outside of its orifices and its chest. It was an advanced looking spell, but only an empty puppet for her to play with. Innerly, Eavelyn thanked the mage from arcane ages long ago that upgraded the Arcane Hand spell to its final masturbatory form.

The puppet seemed to move on its own beginning a sensual dance in front of her but in fact it was Eavelyn/Heakar/Jaina ordering every little movement with her right hand pointed at the Arcane Maiden. The figure began to rub herself against Jaina’s massive dreadlord dick which seemingly got even harder while leaking quite a bit of pre.

“Gah!” Jaina gasped in pleasure as the Arcane Maiden slowly lowered herself onto the shaft that emerged from her pussy. She clenched her right fist and the fake anus got even tighter, gripping and rubbing her entire shaft now. The Arcane Maiden’s naked body shifted with every motion while Jaina was quite clearly blushing. Pleasure rocked her female body as Heakar’s erection sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She groped herself, not bothering to get her clothes off as she leaned back and watched her puppet ride her. 

“I’m Jaina Proudmoore, I am Jaina Proudmore…I’m…”

She let out a scream of pleasure as she shot a torrent of cum from the tip of her horsecock. The Maiden pressed herself tightly against her, leaning over to press her boobs against Jaina’s body and rub while Jaina’s cum floated inside her. Pushing deeper and deeper until Jaina had finished.  The Maiden’s body shifted so that her mouth sucked off and cleaned up the massive erection. Jaina watched the cum dripping off her tip and slipping into the see-through stomach area where it floated. 

Satisfied she ordered the Maiden to float over to the nearby bathroom and let her disappear. The floating bubble of cum fell into the bath and soon was washed away. 

“Well that solves that then.” Jaina slowly ran one finger down her shaft while her other hand cupped one of her testicles. “As for you.”

Jaina closed her eyes while the erection started to pull back within her. With two plops both tescticles were pulled inside while the shaft slid further. Moments later her tip got pulled inside and the bulge underneath Jaina’s skin was gone. No one knew that the High Admiral now was an impostor, played by an impostor dreadlord played by Jaina’s assistant. Satisfied with herself, Jaina crawled under the sheets and went to bed.

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Even though Eavelyn’s impersonation of Jaina was very well done, everyone could tell that the High Admiral had changed…for the better. Whereas before Jaina looked worn out and somewhat short tempered, now ever since her assistant Eavelyn went on a vacation she felt great. With great excitement she got to work, attending meetings on tariffs and other such affairs. A lot of work got done but even then it never quite seemed to simmer down into a more calmer level. At day, she was working with diplomats and administrators, at night, Jaina retreated to her tower to have more fun with the Arcane Maiden. Or the Arcane Man if she was feeling a bit kinky.

And so, three days went by without issue. Without word from the real Jaina too, but Eavelyn was not concerned. If the vacation lasted a bit longer she didn’t quite care. She did fully enjoy being Jaina despite its challenges.

And so the first week passed by. And the second. The freshness had worn off, and a slight but building concern took hold of her mind. Did Eavelyn get set up to take over Jaina’s life while the original was frolicking off in some field somewhere? No matter how she attempted to reach Cerafex nothing helped. There was no response. 

By the middle of the third week of being High Admiral Jaina Proudmoore she had enough. Opposed by her advisors and her other staff, Jaina took an immediate emergency vacation. Before anyone could really object, she had teleported out to the Grove of Pleasure, leaving the government in the hands of her advisors. Rumours were abound, but none had even possibly gotten close to the truth.

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The grove of pleasure had always lived up to his name. In the middle of the Allowsbane woods was a place renowned mainly for the many fruit trees that had gathered up on the fertile grounds.  Soft grass grew everywhere, and there were many places in the roots that provided privacy. The chief of all the plants that grew here was the Oyenai fruit tree. Light blue bark, and big red fruits that were nicknamed Redhearts. Most importantly they were an amazing aphrodisiac and source of energy to…keep things moving.

At the centre of it of the Grove of Pleasure was a square where people met up and talked. At the very heart was a large structure crafted from the surrounding rooms where drinks were served. “The Heart of the Forest” was a simply exquisite lounge where people and creatures of all kinds walked around in skimpy robes enjoying their time.

And in the very middle sat a night elven woman that very quickly earned the nickname of “Queen of Sour.” A human lady so stunningly beautiful (and dressed skimpily) and fair of skin that took your breath away, sitting at a table in the corner overlooking the room with a sour look on her face. At first she had been quite talkative, looking for a friend but when he had not shown up she had sulked into a corner where she overlooked the rest of the hall. Occasionally, someone was drawn to her beauty only to get stung by rejection no matter what they look like and or said. 

No, the Queen of Sour sulked and waited, looking lost at times. Behind the guise of the very attractive dark haired woman Eavelyn fumed at her boss. She had sought for Cerafex but apparently he had only been here for a few days and then disappeared without a trace. Part of her wanted to show up as Jaina to try and lure the real one out. As much as she had enjoyed being the big boss, the time to resume her own life had come. But now she was lost here in the crowds, looking for anything that stood out. 

Groups of men…groups of women…groups of unknown creatures, couples sneaking off for sex… any of them could be Jaina…if she even still was here.

Eavelyn, or Ivara Raventhorne as her alias was named grumbled some more pushing those thoughts away. 

“Tariffs.”

Ivara suddenly went from half asleep to fully awake and highly paying attention to the T word being dropped. Three tables over two men were having a discussion on trade and tariffs. Ivara leaned over to glance at them. The first was a pretty standard human male sitting only in his undergarments who was complaining about trade tariffs while his companion seemed to bring up “the need for government income and such.” Spellbound, Ivara zeroed in on this night elf man who like many people here was fully naked. Not only was he quite a muscular figure, but he appeared to have quite a package seeing how she could spot it even while flaccid. 

For a while she just gazed at this figure with the bright pink coloured skin. She thought about how to approach it until she just realised that with her current hyper attractive form it shouldn’t be to hard to get a big man like him going

She got up and brazenly sat down next to the night elf, smiling at him.

“Well this sounds interesting, a business discussion in the grove of Pleasure. I thought a great guy like you would be out here looking for a bit of action instead.” She winked at him.

“Well that’s a change of pace. Do you know they call you the Queen of Sour in here?”

Ivara shook her head. “Do i seem sour to you? I’m a girl with standards, I’ll admit. High Standards, because i’m looking for a guy like you. She petted him on the shoulder gently

“My name is Ivara Raventhorne.”

“Melitharn Oakwalker.”

“So, do you need more sweet words from the queen of sour or are we good to go sneak off somewhere, Melitharn?”

His companion spoke up. “Can I come?”

“Hell no, sod off.” She grabbed Melitham’s hand, whispering in his ear

“Come with me, and I’ll make you remember this night forever and ever.”

He glanced at her, and then got up from his chair with a smile on his face. Hand in hand, the two of them walked off to find a more private place. And after a while, they found a place under a pair of giant roots that seemed to be shaped by a druid as to give privacy. Underneath these roots was a bed made of incredibly soft moss, a continuation of pleasure and nature mixed together. By now, Melitham was rock hard, and it was clear that he was mentally pumping him up. Ivara glanced back at him, for a moment doubting if her instincts were correct and she was about to have sex with a random guy. 

“Impressive.” She got on her knees before it, looking for signs that it was fake. Licking it, touching it, watching him enjoy his eyes. A plan came to mind, a very simple one. Ivara began to lick the tip and then started to take his length in her mouth. Melitham smiled. “Yeah…yes, that’s so good.”

As he was distracted, though, she took a moment to grab his inner tigh with one hand and started pulling it. It came loose, like a skinsuit would, and even though she had a massive cock in her mouth, she smiled nevertheless.

“Gotcha…now to turn the tables.” She kept up her blowjob while all the while focussing on Heakar’s dreadlord dick hiding underneath her skinsuit. Surely, it thrust itself outward from underneath, rocking her from within until both of Heakars balls had settled into place, the shaft dripping with Ivara’s fluids. Ivara pulled back, stroking Melitham’s cock for a bit.

“While this is fun, Jaina, I’d rather just turn the tables and get even.” She grabbed Melitham’s cock by the base and janked it back. Even before he could even react, with almost theatrical ripping noise it came loose, revealing a more pale skin underneath. Most tellingly, there was a white haired vagina hiding behind it with a single streak of blonde. Ivara got up and in a true role reversal, the bimbo penetrated the muscular guy, beginning to rock her hips and slam into him. Eavelyn’s frustration and built up sexual denial was unleashed in a furious bout of sex. Melitham was pinned against the wall, Jaina’s box getting totally penetrated. The previously cool Melitham seemed to just collapse into a very horny guy that was begging for more.

“E-e-eavelyn, I-…”

“You said three days, you’ve been gone for three and a half weeks! I had to come here and drag you back to your life! I didn’t even know if you were going to come back at all and if I would actually be stuck as you!”

“I’m sorry, I just…forgot about the time.” 

Ivara pushed harder and harder, slamming into Melitham as all her emotions were unleashed quite physically.

“Three and a half sunsets, you knew.”

“I…this…” 

“Just be quiet.” Ivara still held Melitham’s deflated cock in her hand and she stuffed the business end in Melitham’s mouth. He got a good taste of his own pre while he limply stood there, getting penetrated hard. Jaina’s hidden vagina was on fire, getting ridden till it was sore. 

Ivara now was going all out, sweating, moaning, grumbling and enjoying the rather tight feeling of what was currently Jaina’s only real body part. She climaxed, pushing herself into Jaina as much as she could as the erect horsecock shot a massive load into Melitham…through Jaina. The two of them moaned, sweaty and worked up as Jaina came as well, tightening around the massive horsecock while semen and fluids started to leak from the side. 

“Take it, TAKE IT! TAKE IT ALL!” What had been building up for four days now was unleashed, as everything seemed to spin around them. Ivara leaned in to kiss Melitham on the cheek while continuing to pound him against the wall. 

As the high faded, Ivara slowly pulled out. She pulled his own from Melitham’s mouth and then unmasked the real Jaina Proudmoore.

“Eavelyn…that was incredible.”

“Yeah…why did you abandon me like that?”

“I…I really did not mean to, I just got lost in being different guys and having basically no responsibilities outside of picking up others for some private…well, this.” Jaina looked aside. 

“Let’s go home. I want to be myself again, for the first time in a month. Eavelyn, no skinsuits, no big dick underneath.”

“Are you saying you don’t like using this, then?” Jaina dragged a finger across Heakar’s dripping cock.

“Well…yes, but…”

“That was incredibly sexy, Eavelyn. Really, ripping off my penis and then shoving it in my mouth, that was great.” With one of her masculine hands she rubbed herself.

“So how about this….we both return to our own lives…but I do expect Heakar to pay me a visit now and then. For some raw, dominant, humiliating, rough sex.”

“Deal.”

“Can I have my body parts back?”

“Sure.” First, Jaina fitted on the face of  Melitham back over her face followed by making her  vagina disappear behind a massive set of testicles. The moment that Melitham was restored, his erection went full mast right away. 

“Before we do return…do you still have some energy for some more?” He turned around and bared his ass before her.

With a big smile on her face Ivara slid into his tight behind and whispered something in his ear.

“You’re going to have trouble sitting on your throne tomorrow, Jaina.”