Amelette and the Magic Buttplug

The orb now flashed bright enough that it threatened to blind Amel who now felt rather silly for not having connected those dots sooner. There were many incredibly talented arcanists in Suramar who could have come to that same conclusion. Though most of them were unbearable. She much preferred Eliandra's way of explaining things.

"That's a good sign. And to ensure the connection between your body and the gem is truly optimal, well..." Eliandra added, sliding her finger out of Amel's ass. "It will require a bit of... assistance."

Amel couldn't help but let out a whimper as the Highborne removed her finger from the smaller woman's asshole, leaving it empty and exposed. Her thighs were still trembling, her pussy dripping with arousal. She was eager to continue, but she felt almost vulnerable without those digits within her.

The jewelcrafter stepped away from Amelette, walking over to a display filled with various objects and trinkets. The nightborne elf looked back over her shoulder, watching as the woman reached for what looked like a golden spruce, only a few inches long, with a pointed, widening tip. Where the "spruce" would have had its trunk, a small, rod-like bit of golden metal linked it to a socket of sorts.

She's got a fucking buttplug ready Amel thought, not opposed to the idea but clearly this Highborne was no stranger to these kinds of activities.

Amel took a deep breath, trying to relax somewhat. She couldn't deny that having someone so beautiful touching her in such a way made her feel more excited than she'd ever been before and the promise of power that accompanied her discovery of the amplifying gem was making her arousal all the more potent.

Eliandra returned to Amelette's side, picking up the amplifying gem in the process, now holding the golden buttplug in one hand and the gem in the other. With a snap of her fingers, she dismissed the floating orb and began another quick incantation.

It appeared, for a moment, that a strand of arcane energy linked the gem to the buttplug and with a flash of purplish white light, the two were soon fused, the gem having taken the exact shape it needed to fit inside the buttplug's socket.

"There we are. Now, let's see if this has done its work..." Eliandra said, reaching over to touch the base of the jeweled plug. She had to be careful with how much mana she used. Amplifying gems could be so very unpredictable if one did not exercise the appropriate amount of caution. "Perfect. Now, we must properly attune it to your body. We'll try different frequencies and I'll be showing you how to adjust these frequencies, should the need arise. Different frequencies will offer you varying degrees of power or may help in the casting of different schools of magic. It'll be up to you to see what works best."

Amelette watched as the jewelcrafter channeled a small amount of mana through the enchanted tool, causing the gem to start vibrating gently. The nightborne gasped when Eliandra placed its pointed tip at the entrance to her flexing rear entrance, the cool metal offering an interesting sensation. The sensation was rather pleasant, Amel noted. Not too powerful, yet still very enjoyable. She bit her lower lip.

"Oh? So eager, are we? Well, I suppose there is no use denying that hungry butt of yours any longer. Let's see how well this fits you," Eliandra whispered, pressing the tip of the plug against Amelette's tight hole a little harder. It slid in easily enough, Amel spreading her hands out on the table and lowering her head somewhat as she focused on those sensations. She let out a low moan as it pushed further into her ass.

Amel shuddered softly, letting out another gasp as the jeweler slowly eased the toy further into her body. She felt full already with only the tip inside her. The tiny, vibrating object soon reached its widest point, stretching the nightborne's ass wide. She bit her lower lip again, feeling the plug settling deep within her, its base coming to rest against her fleshy cheeks.

"Mm... Good," Eliandra purred, giving Amel's ass a soft spank, sending the fleshy mountains of her ass into a fit of jiggling and changing the frequency of the plug's vibrations, increasing them suddenly. "A good smack will tell the plug to change its frequency. It truly is the only way to do this, as inelegant as it may appear."

Amelette moaned, biting her lower lip harder. The sensation of the vibrating plug in her ass was far more intense than she had expected it to be, and she found herself grinding her hips back against it, trying to force it deeper into her body. It was an instinctual reaction, though rather futile, given the fact that Eliandra was not holding it anymore.

The jewelcrafter grinned, watching Amelette pant and moan as the thing buzzed so pleasantly within her hungry elven rear. "Well? How do you like it?"

Amel nodded slowly. "It feels... wonderful..." she muttered, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. It was difficult to explain how this new experience was affecting her, and she could feel the arcane pathways within her awakening, making her blood boil with anticipation. That magical energy, akin to flow of her blood, was so fucking good... So incredibly... She could feel herself nearing release through simple anal stimulation. Eliandra had barely touched her gushing, dripping pussy and she was already nearing that peak.

Eliandra chuckled softly, placing a hand on the nightborne's plump ass for a moment, as though she were aiming, before giving the meaty mound a good slap, prompting a small yelp from the fatassed elf. Once more, the vibrating pattern and intensity of the plug changed, turning into a pattern of three intense buzzes followed by a short pause, then back to the original pattern. The jewelcrafter repeated this several times, watching with great satisfaction as Amel moaned loudly in response, her juices dripping down her thighs.

Amelette couldn't take it anymore. She was so close, so close. She closed her eyes and gasped, feeling herself nearing that divine peak, that orgasmic bliss. She needed more, needed to cum...

"Nngh... please... don't stop..." she managed to mutter through gritted teeth, pushing her ass back against Eliandra's hand. She could feel that heat building up within her, a pressure growing between her legs.

Eliandra merely smirked, grabbing Amelette's ass firmly and pulling the nightborne closer to her, forcing her to bend over more and further exposing that luscious rear end. "So demanding for such a needy little slut..." the Highborne whispered, sliding her other hand along the length of Amelette's slit, brushing her fingers against the smaller woman's clit.

It was hard to deny, with those words, that this had become more than merely transaction. If any doubts had lingered about the truth of their current interaction, they had now been utterly erased from thought.

Amel cried out loudly at the sudden touch. She couldn't help but arch her back and push herself against the jewelcrafter's hand. It felt so good, so much better than she could have ever expected. Her pussy was gushing with arousal, dripping down her thighs. She could feel it as Eliandra's fingers slid over her soft flesh, teasing her before retracting as the vibrating metal toy in her ass kept vibrating.

SMACK!

Eliandra's hand collided once more with Amel's ass, leaving a deep red mark on those blue cheeks and causing the vibrating buttplug to vibrate with such intensity now that the mage came on the spot from the pleasure provided to her whorish ass by the artifact. The nightborne moaned, pressing her lips against the table, eyes rolling back into her skull as she let out a long, pleasure wail.

"Ggghaaaa!!" she screamed as her barely touched cunt spasmed and gushed with feminine juices, spraying that clear liquid across her thighs and onto the floor below. The woman quite nearly lost control of her legs as she climaxed atop the table, her screams and moans of ecstasy echoing throughout the backroom of that modest shop.

There would be no hiding the fact of what was going on, had any customer entered the store then, as the nightborne's screams probably already reached the passersby in the streets. The woman's eyes flashed with pure arcane energy, her tattoos glowing with enough energy that they bathed her surroundings in a silvery glow as the gem socketed into that golden buttplug not only fed off her arcane power but her orgasm itself, causing a feedback loop of arcane-enhanced bliss.

A lesser mind would have doubtlessly been broken from such pleasure, but Amelette managed to hold on with much effort, squealing and panting as she was.

Eliandra watched from behind with a smirk, mentally taking note of just how long her customer came, watching the puddle of her feminine nectar growing at her feet.

Amel whimpered, shaking violently as she fought to hold herself up on weak legs, her cum still flowing freely from her gushing cunt. "Ah... please..." she moaned, barely able to talk through her powerful climax. "It's too... mmmmnngh..." she panted, almost sobbing as she felt yet another intense orgasm surging through her very soul. Her toes curled, her knees wobbling.

Eliandra wasted no time in sliding two of her fingers into Amel's dripping wet pussy, slowly thrusting them in and out of her while she curled her digits inside the nightborne's body. She would have preferred to just watch, but a curiosity and a hunger within her took control. The night elf wanted to see just how much pleasure Amelette could sustain and how it would affect the artifact in her ass.

Barely had the previous orgasm died down that Amelette let out a scream as she came yet again, that same blissful sensation flooding through her, making her mind go blank for a moment as she trembled violently. The woman was now shaking so hard that it looked like she might fall off the table, but Eliandra made sure to keep a firm hold on the nightborne's shapely hips as her dexterous digits made quick work of that sopping elvish pussy.

Amel couldn't do much to stop herself from cumming again. She wasn't even trying anymore, her mind overloaded with such intense pleasure that she could barely form coherent thoughts.

As soon as she recovered enough of her mental faculties to actually look back at Eliandra, she found the woman smirking at her, looking more than pleased with herself as she continued fingering the nightborne's dripping snatch before offering her ass another mighty smack.

The vibrations in her ass became stronger as Amelette moaned loudly, arching her back and thrusting her plump rump against those elegant fingers. She was close again, the little spasms of her pussy making that clear. Her juices were now gushing out of her, wetting the table below as they dripped down her thighs and pooled on the floor.

"Mmmnngh! Nnnggh!" she gasped and begged, Elaria now thrusting her fingers deep into her dripping slit as her other hand continued to spank her reddening ass. The sensation of having her sensitive areas being struck by those sharp strikes while that golden plug buzzed so loudly inside her ass was too much for Amel to handle, sending her over the edge yet again. She threw her head back and screamed, her body shaking uncontrollably as another powerful climax took her.

Eliandra quickly slipped her fingers out of the nightborne's cunt, giving her pulsating pussy a few more slow, teasing strokes before withdrawing her hand from that dripping slit. She reached over with her now soaked hand and slid it along the nightborne's ass before grabbing the bottom of the butt plug, holding the circular end between two fingers as she teasingly pulled on it. Not enough to pull it out of her, but just enough to make the wide base vibrate that much harder on her already overstimulated anus.

Then, her other hand came down to strike at the woman's ass once more, causing the buzzing of the plug to increase even further, now so intense Amelette feared she would lose herself in the endless string of climaxes assailing her being, mixing in with the arcane energies throbbing within her.

Her eyes glowed with such power now that it appeared as though she was overloading on magic, the jewel upon the plug perfectly attuned to her body, now feeding off both the energy flowing through her body and her orgasms. Crackling bolts of arcane power erupted from Amelette's form as she came time and time again, standing up jerkingly, her back pressed to Eliandra's torso. She did not know how much more of this she could take. It felt like her mind was about to be overwhelmed, but there was still some sanity left in her brain, allowing her to try and push away from the jewelcrafter, tears streaming down her face from that euphoric feeling of reaching the apex of her magical potential.

Eliandra refused to let go of the butt plug, holding on tightly to it as her other hand kept slapping Amel's reddened ass, forcing the nightborne to grind her hips back against the woman's hand, moving the toy deeper into her needy rump.

"Don't be so greedy, my dear," Eliandra purred, bringing her free hand around to grab one of the nightborne's large breasts, squeezing the soft tits roughly while her other hand continued spanking that fleshy rear. "You're going to learn to control yourself. Is that clear? You've got all this power to yourself, to enhance your spells, your magic... You're going to control it."

The jewelcrafter gave another harsh slap to Amel's ass, causing the elf to scream and moan out loudly, her orgasm growing stronger and more powerful by the second. Reddened marks had been left by the previous impacts, and this one only added to that.

Amel writhed against Eliandra, her mouth agape, her eyes unfocused as she desperately clung to sanity, cumming again and again, her pussy squirting its feminine essence across the floor, thighs slick with the abundant wetness. Her mind felt like it was being pushed to its limit, barely holding on by a thread.

The nightborne cried out in bliss, unable to form words or any intelligible sound. She panted hard, her body shuddering from the overstimulation, but still she kept grinding her ass back against the jewelcrafter's hand, trying to keep track of all the ways the Highborne's hands were moving across her body, pleasuring her cunt, her tits, her ass as her mouth nibbled at her ears, kissed her neck.

"Ah... nngh! Ah!" Amel moaned, her voice little more than a squeal of pleasure. "Mmmmngggg!!"

In her mind's eye, the mage could see a faint glimmer of light, shifting from white to pink to purple slowly. In a storm of bliss and mind-rending ecstasy, she reached for it.

That familiar energy filled her body, flowing through her veins, awakening her magic. She could feel herself going beyond that peak, feeling herself tipping over into another state, one where magic was everything.

Amelette screamed as she came again, her entire body convulsing with orgasmic bliss and she was pulled from the glimmer in her mind, the glow of her arcane tattoos bright enough to fill the entire room with silvery light. The power within her burst forth in a powerful wave of pure arcane energy, completely overwhelming the mage.

Her orgasm continued on and on as the feedback loop caused her to climax again and again, until she wasn't sure whether it was her own orgasm or the gem itself causing those endless orgasms. Her vision was blurred by tears, her body jerking erratically as Eliandra held onto her hips firmly, fingers teasing her bouncing elven tits, those fat orbs jiggling and bouncing in rhythm with Amel's jerking motions.

Amelette was slowly nearing that glimmer, the only stable thing in her mind as she gasped for air, feeling as though she might collapse any second and lose herself in pleasure.

She grasped it. It was so close... so close.

Then, her innermost self managed to touch that spark and all fell quiet.

Amelette opened her eyes. She was on the ground and Eliandra sat but a few feet from her, eyes on the pages of some dusty tome.

When she saw Amelette come to her senses, she smirked. "Took you a while. Thought you'd never snap out of it."

"M-my mind..." Amelette muttered. She felt completely drained. The last thing she remembered was seeing a bright pink light and then everything going white. She tried to move her legs, but they were sore and trembling. It was hard for her to even sit up from the floor. "My magic..."

Eliandra grinned. "The effects of the gem have finally worn off. You used more power than I had expected you to, but that's a good thing. Now, you've still some time to get used to it," she explained. "But you're on the right path."

Amelette frowned briefly, still feeling the thick buttplug lodged deep in her asshole. It hummed pleasantly and the memories of what had happened became clearer.

"As for my payment, we'll see to that once you get used to it. Don't worry, I've put some safeguards in place in case you decide to avoid paying, later."

"H-how much do I owe?" Amelette slowly stood up, her legs tired. She placed a hand on the desk, noticing that her clothes had been folded neatly and some towels placed next to that pile.

"I'm not quite sure how you've come upon such an artifact, my dear, but I do think a partnership of sorts could benefit us both. What say you?" the jewelcrafter proposed, standing up and moving over to Amelette. She offered no help to the nightborne who was obviously more than a little embarassed about the whole ordeal, shaky hands slowly putting on her clothing, bit by bit.

"A-ah... Can I think about it?" the mage asked, pulling her bustier up and stuffing her hefty breasts into the cups.

"Of course. Come back to me when you've made your decision," Eliandra replied, watching intently as the nightborne finished dressing.

Amel nodded and took her leave, walking a little awkwardly with the humming buttplug inside her.

Ceaselessly, the buttplug hummed.

Amel tried to suppress any involuntary reactions as she made her way through the busy streets of Valdrakken.

The thing was rather uncomfortable, given its size, but she eventually managed to become accustomed to the thing after a few weeks. She had gone from not being able to sit or even stand without it moving inside her to being able to go about her day with it humming pleasantly against her asshole.

The thought of wearing such a device at all times without anyone around her knowing was an incredible thrill to the mage, and she would often find herself fantasizing about just what might happen should someone discover the gem embedded within her. It was an immense challenge for the woman to not simply drop whatever she was doing and find a secluded spot to rub herself raw.

Amelette pulled a scroll from her bag, looking down at it. It had been signed by Eliandra, the Highborne jeweler having apparently heard rumours of a particularly powerful Titan relic in the Zaralek Caverns, deep below the Dragon Isles.

Working for Eliandra had been both a blessing and a curse for Amelette, given how dangerous the places she was sent to were but the rewards were plentiful and it was a way for her to exercise her new buttplug-enhanced magic while paying off her debt to the other elf.

"That looks promising," Amelette said aloud as she glanced down at the scroll.

The mission itself wasn't anything too outlandish: head to the caverns, search for the artifact and return with it. It was the sort of thing she had done a dozen times before, so she knew what to expect.

She had learned how to control herself over the last few months. She could properly attune herself to the amplifying gem's magic, and she had found that she could not take on far greater foes by herself, needing very little assistance to do so. But with Eliandra's help, she could push herself further than she could ever have managed on her own.