The Queen always rose before the others.
Perhaps owed to her draconic constitution, not to mention the ever burning fire of desire, churning in the pit of her stomach as it was, her needs had over the years turned decidedly merciless - before each dawn, she'd be prowling through the cavernous underbelly of the fortress, looking for any of her "captors" that had even a sliver of energy left in them. A moan, the twitch of a limb, the smallest stir and her lips would seize upon their swollen, aching logs. As if possessed by an otherworldly need, they'd rise, against all odds and in spite of themselves, all in a bid to deliver their Queen what their overworked jewels promised. However brief, her scorching gaze would turn meek and wanton, and the orc's, however many, would find themselves prone to whatever she desired. Rutting in a daze, long stretches of time could seemingly pass in the blink of an eye - but only once the Queen's insides were thoroughly painted with seed would they be allowed to pass, once more, back into exhausted sleep.
Alexstrasza's prowl would then continue.
Ever onwards.
Ever needing more.
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Another wallpaper Wednesday, and it's Alexstrasza time as we continue our Warcraft round. Who knows who it'll be next week, truly, we live in exciting times :)
Thank you, as always, for your continued support and for all of your kind words! Though times are rough in the moment, I always find solace in this work and community. If you would do me one favor, it would be to take a moment to be kind to yourselves today - we all could stand to ease our own burden whenever such matters are possible.
Take care of yourselves, each other, and stay hydrated!
/DH
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