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Incognito Vacation
By: Lyrissa
"By the Light can you believe that? Look at his butt, it's so pert!" the
blood elf girl said with a giggle, her green eyes fixed on her prey.
"You are such a slut," her friend said with a deep sigh as she took
another sip from her glass of crimson wine. "I can't believe you. We
spend all this effort and time coming here and you're already planning
to get laid?"
She secretly admitted her friend was right. The men whom they were
observing as they negotiated with the innkeeper were indeed quite
attractive. Tall, well-groomed and leanly muscular, with no problems of
putting their own bodies on display. The blood elf woman regarded the
two as they moved with grace and poise, then mentally admonished
herself.
"Do you think they have a room here too?" the more than a little tipsy
redheaded elf said with a giggle. "Mmmmaybe we can convince them to have
dinner with us later?"
"Illena, you're drunk. And no, we're not going to flirt with them," her
raven-haired friend said authoritatively.
"Awww, you never let me have any fun Seneria!" Illena said and pursed
her full ruby lips into a pout.
Seneria just chuckled, giving her friend a light jab in the shoulder.
Both blood elf women couldn't help but follow the two young blood elf
men with their eyes as they left the innkeeper and walked towards the
stairs. Yes, Seneria agreed, those were nice rumps. But just looking at
how attractive someone was could be a good way to get into a whole heap
of trouble in Silvermoon, and Seneria didn't want any for her or Illena.
At least not right now.
***
"Can you believe how much those two lasses stared?" Norial said with a
smirk as he casually tossed his traveling backpack onto one of the beds
in the small quarters the two had rented. "I thought their eyes were
going to pop out of their skulls."
"They probably were looking to rob you," Naryd said as he closed the
door, making sure nobody had followed them into the second floor.
"No, I've seen those looks before," Norial said, sitting down on one of
the two comfortable-looking beds and watching his brother.
"Aha, the innkeeper didn't lie!" Naryd said, ignoring the topic of
discussion and instead focusing on exploring the small door on one side
of the room.
Despite how similar the two blood elf brothers looked, they were not
even remotely identical. Both were leanly muscular and maintained a
cocky, self-assured posture. They had regal faces with boyish good lucks
as was common among the sindo'rei and their gleaming green eyes tingled
with intelligence. Norial, however, had raven black hair which he kept
neck-length and which always seemed somewhat messy. Naryd had a head
full of short red hair with a small well-groomed beard on his chin.
Norial dressed in a kilt woven from very fine dark blue and green
fabrics and a small vest which showed off more of his lean chest than it
concealed. Naryd wore a foot-long red and gold armless robe with a slit
down the front. Both had simple cuffs around their wrists. They were
overall typical sindo'rei, flashy, self-confident and attractive.
As Norial watched, the redheaded elf revealed a small toilet, and began
tugging a long wooden tub out into the main room. Norial nodded at his
brother and turned on top of the bed, studying the window behind him.
From the second floor of the inn he could see the other beautiful
buildings of Silvermoon on the other side of the street but no other
windows aimed directly at their room. Nevertheless Norial decided to
play it safe and closed the simple curtain enough that light still
seeped through. Naryd began filling the tub with a few buckets of water
which had been thoughtfully provided, grunting a bit as he worked.
"Let me know if you want some help with the heavy lifting, brother,"
Norial said with an amused smile as he watched the other elf work.
His eyes drifted along Naryd's fit form, resting a little on each
curvature and muscle. The light sheen of sweat spreading over the other
elf's body made him look glossy and even more attractive. Norial knew
what he had promised, but he just couldn't help himself. One of his
hands roamed down to the front of his kilt, where it rested. After
filling the tub up decently, Naryd added some soap to the water and
wiped his brow with the back of his hand. He caught the movement on the
bed out of the corner of his eye and quirked a brow at his brother.
"...really? We've been here not even one day and you're already ogling?"
he said and rolled his eyes. "When I suggested a vacation it wasn't to
satisfy your carnal lusts, you know!"
Norial laughed and lifted his hand back to support himself on the bed.
He had a playful expression on his youthful face, and Naryd couldn't
maintain any anger at the sight of that kind of honest affection.
"You did say we would play a bit, you know, "Norial said with a feigned
pout. "Are you going to renege on our agreement?"
Naryd rolled his eyes and spat an elven insult at his brother which had
rarely been heard for the last ten millennia.
"So that is all you're thinking of. Men. I swear," Naryd said as he
dipped a towel into the warm water which was now filled with bubbles.
"Men... such as yourself, brother?" Norial said.
The wet rolled-up towel hit Norial straight in the face causing the
raven-haired elf to flail as he tumbled backwards onto the bed. Naryd
was giving him a very dirty look as he began tugging off his cuffs and
unbuckling his belt.
"You know very well what I mean... brother," Naryd said with a smirk.
Norial wiped the dripping water from his face just in time to see his
brother begin slipping out of his robe, first folding it down so he
could slip his arms out and then pulling it down his legs, displaying
his leanly muscular thighs. There was the hint of a bulge in Naryd's
fine red-and-gold briefs, and soon the elf had tugged those off as well
to neatly pile on top of a chest with the rest of his clothes. His
manhood was firm and erect in the warm air of the room, and Naryd
stretched his aching body a bit.
"The journey was very tiring. I really needed to relax a bit", he said.
"Tiring but exciting, I see," said Norial matter-of-factly.
Naryd peered down at the erection he was sporting, then back to his
brother. Norial simply smiled innocently, causing the redheaded brother
to roll his eyes again.
"Not that kind of relaxation, and since you can't seem to focus when I'm
in this state of undress..."
Naryd turned his back to his brother, who shrugged and enjoyed the rear
view. Reaching up to his neck the redhead elf fiddled around for
something very small, his nimble fingers searching the slightly slick
flesh just below his hair line. Finally finding it, Naryd's fingers
grabbed hold and began tugging downward on the almost invisible object.
As Norial watched, a long, bloodless slit began opening along Naryd's
spine. The first thing visible through the widening crack was a tuft of
greenish hair, and as Naryd's hands traveled downward and opened the
seam further smooth skin of a rich purple color became visible. Naryd
pulled the seam open down to his midriff, and then his hands went up to
his head. Tugging the opening as wide as he could, he tugged forward and
his face crumpled together. Eye sockets went empty as he pulled his face
forward, allowing a thick bush of lustrous cerulean hair erupt from
within the constricting hold of the mask. Carefully Naryd pulled the
flesh-colored ears of the mask off a pair of even longer purple ones as
one might tug off a sock by inverting it.
Norial's hand wandered down to his groin again and he began rubbing the
thick member which strained against his kilt. As he watched his
"brother" tugged his male chest down which allowed a pair of well-formed
female breasts flop out from their tight prison inside the bodysuit. As
the elf continued tugging the bodysuit that was Naryd's form down, a
slender waist was revealed, followed by a pair of feminine arms. The
figure within Naryd seemed to grow impossibly as her form was freed of
the effect of the skin and was already looking comically out of
proportion on top of Naryd's lower half. Gripping the lower edge of the
bodysuit with her sharp-nailed hands, the figure tugged Naryd's hips
down, and his blood elf manhood suddenly slacked into an empty husk. As
she finished the process, a pair of much longer purple-skinned legs
emerged from the blood elf suit, and finally she stepped out of Naryd's
feet. She picked up the empty, floppy husk that had been Naryd and shook
it out, turning to Norial.
"I cannot believe this works," Tyrande Whisperwind, high priestess of
Elune, said to the blood elf on the bed.
She studied the bodysuit dangling from her hands closely, looking for
any signs of wear and tear that might be reason for concern. Finding the
skinsuit as flawless as when she had received it, she walked over to sit
down next to the washing tub, dunking the empty skin into the warm soapy
water. Tyrande filled the skin with water, making sure that every
crevice and nook of the blood elf man's empty form got washed. Then she
wrung the skin out with a powerful wrench and repeated the process.
Despite its almost rubbery feel, the bodysuit took to water almost as
well as real skin did, and soon the dust and sweat was washing off it
neatly. Tyrande hummed a melodious tune as she ran her fingers through
the suit's hair, cleaning the red mop thoroughly. As she did, she was
aware that Norial was watching her again, this time openly rubbing his
manhood through his kilt. Tyrande frowned at the blood elf.
"Honestly, Malfurion, are you going to keep doing that?" she asked, now
switching to Darnassian, the language of the night elves. "This is a
fact-finding trip to find out how our distant cousins are doing and you
treat it like an excuse for debauchery."
"Tyrande, we're married," Norial/Malfurion said, now exasperated. "But
we are almost constantly separated by our duties. The moments we have
together are few and precious, and this little trip is one of those
moments. I was not trying to annoy you, I just think we should take the
time to live a little."
Tyrande gave the raven-haired blood elf a wry grin. His slender form and
boyish good looks were nothing like the wise archdruid who hid within
the skinsuit, but that was part of the miracle of these forms. Malfurion
actually reminded her of how he had been as a young man, so long ago. He
was more playful and open, which Tyrande found both frustrating and
enjoyable.
"Yes, we are married. But Norial and Naryd are brothers. You agreed on
those disguises yourself. And as such-"
"Norial and Naryd are just disguises," Norial said firmly. "It doesn't
matter what we claim we are when we use their identities."
Tyrande hefted the cleaned blood elf suit from the tub and used the
towel to begin drying it off as much as she could. Her hand roamed over
the flaccid cock and balls between the suit's legs and her mind
flickered back to how it had felt to be Naryd and have that member
between her... his legs, so vital and alive. She flicked her hand away,
trying to focus on the mission. Then she was aware that Norial was still
rubbing himself.
"Could you at least stop that?" Tyrande said with a sigh.
"Oh come now. Nobody will see or hear anything up here. This inn is
frequently used by blood elves for secret trysts where they wish nobody
to find out who is screwing who. And besides, you are a beautiful
kaldorei woman and I am a very virile sindo'rei man..."
Tyrande walked over to sit down cross-legged on one of the chairs of the
room, flopping Naryd's empty husk over the armrest. She picked out a
quill and some paper from her satchel and began writing, slowly
recording the details of their travel so far. As she worked, she peered
back up at Norial who was still sitting wide-legged on the bed,
pleasuring himself at the sight of the naked night elf beauty.
"...you're not going to let it go, are you?" Tyrande said with a sigh.
"Come on, my wife. Live a little," Norial/Malfurion said with a laugh.
"We will be here for several weeks, why not take the time to enjoy
ourselves properly? And it is not like you are cheating on me."
"You know what?" Tyrande replied, putting the quill and paper away on
the small dresser. "You are quite right. But I am somewhat tired of
being looked at that way. It is very improper for the high priestess of
Elune, especially from a lowly blood elf."
Norial pouted and opened his mouth to protest, but then blinked as
Tyrande stood up from her chair. Her beautiful body on full display, the
night elf priestess shook out Naryd's empty form and began stepping into
the legs of the suit. She gave Norial a wink as she shimmied her
imperious form down into the much smaller and differently shaped body of
the blood elf. Soon Tyrande's soft bosom vanished beneath Naryd's chest,
and only Tyrande's smiling face was left on top of the pale blood elf
shoulders.
"Until later, husband," Tyrande said with a smile and tugged the mask of
the bodysuit up over her face.
The mask fluctuated, shrank and reformed into the smiling face of Naryd,
who slowly lowered his hands from his neck. He walked over to the bed
where his brother was sitting and flopped down next to him with a wide
grin, reaching over to gently rub the tent in Norial's kilt.
"Something on your mind, brother?" Naryd said in perfect Thalassian. "I
thought you wanted us to enjoy this little... vacation?"
Norial's hand found Naryd's and their fingers entwined. Norial looked
deep into his brother's green eyes, knowing that beneath them were the
lovely silver eyes of his wife. He smiled, and pulled his brother into a
deep, passionate kiss. Their slick muscular chests brushed together as
their tongues met and both blood elves felt the surging passion of
forbidden love through the kiss. Earlier, they had not been brothers.
But right now, for all intents and purposes they were. Their eyes met
and they exchanged a spark of quiet agreement. Soon Norial was slipping
off his skimpy garments with the help of his brother, and his manhood
was freed into the soap-smelling moist air. Naryd's hand slid down
between their bodies and gripped the raven-haired elf's manhood, gently
rubbing its already erect shaft up and down.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Norial whispered.
"Of course," Naryd whispered back with a roguish grin.
Norial returned the favor of his brother and stroked his member, feeling
it quiver beneath his touch. For Naryd, the feeling of experiencing
arousal in a male form was heady and intoxicating, so different from
anything he had felt before. He closed his eyes and exotic, lurid images
danced past of various sexual exploits that this fit, lean male form
could engage in. He moaned. For Norial the feeling of being so young and
vital, so filled with lust and desire, was just as addictive. The fact
that his loyal, beautiful wife had agreed to be his male lover added to
the arousal, with the forbidden aspect of two siblings making love
topping it off. His manhood twitched in Naryd's hand, already strained
by the erotic imagery of the evening. Naryd leaned in and kissed Norial
passionately on the cheek and neck, letting his tongue trail over the
other elf's nipple. Norial yelped as exquisite pleasure rushed through
his body.
"Oh... T-T-Ty-" he mumbled.
"Naryd," the red-headed elf corrected him, giving his manhood a gentle
but firm twist.
Norial was already close to release. His manhood quivered, ready to
release its hot load. He looked deep into Naryd's amused eyes and leaned
in for another kiss, increasing his rubbing of the other elf's manhood.
"I... love..." Norial started, but was cut off.
Both elves came almost at the same time, pumping copious amount of hot,
sticky fluids over each other and the bed. Norial's mind was filled with
images of Tyrande and Naryd blending and flowing into each other as they
rubbed his manhood, whereas Naryd only saw Malfurion's wise and
compassionate face. The hot cum spattered their lean torsos and flowed
down onto the mattress and cover of the bed, staining it. The two
brothers managed to restrain themselves from yelling out loud, even
though the sensation of pleasure was overwhelming. They panted heavily
together as they experienced this new form of togetherness, and both
found it to their liking. Soon their release began abating, as the
members of both elves grew slack. Panting and gasping, covered in a thin
layer of sweat and semen, the two brothers tried to clear their heads
from the fog of arousal.
"That was..." Naryd began.
"I know," Norial panted.
"It's... almost a shame," the redhead brother. "I was starting to enjoy
it."
"What's to say you can't enjoy it again?"
Naryd quirked a long, elegant eyebrow at his brother. As he watched
Norial grinned widely and shuffled back a little on the cum-drenched
sheet. He reached up with his stained fingers and fiddled with the seam
at his neck, and suddenly Norial's clean-cut handsome features deflated.
Before Naryd could react or say anything, however, the other elf quickly
re-sealed the seam at his neck and his form shifted and rippled inside
the suit to once again become the young blood elf man. Naryd gasped.
Whereas only a few seconds ago Norial's manhood had been flaccid and
slowly pumping out the last drips of ejaculation, now it was rising back
up to full erection, and a warm flush spread over Norial's skin again.
"A little perk of wearing one of these skins. Try it!" Norial said with
great excitement as his body quickly became ready again.
Naryd repeated the process, briefly experiencing the odd sensation of
being Tyrande Whisperwind inside a tight, soiled blood elf costume, then
he was himself again and found his cock rapidly ready for action once
more. Naryd gasped, then looked up into his brother's grinning face.
"The cleaning bill will be high," he said with a trace of amusement.
"We can afford it," Norial said.
The two embraced again, Norial sliding around behind his brother and
embracing him, letting his hands roam all over his fit body as his
manhood prodded the small of Naryd's back. The redhead felt himself
become rock hard as Norial grasped his member, and realized he wanted
nothing more than to experience making love to his "brother" again. This
was everything Tyrande and Malfurion needed as far as a vacation. A
happy, relaxed trip where they could indulge themselves however they
wanted with no risk of losing face with their people. As Norial leaned
in to kiss Naryd's neck, he felt a ripple travel down the skin of the
other elf.
"Let's do it again, brother," Naryd whispered.
"Yes. Let's. We can worry about the mission in the morning," Norial
replied.
Outside, dusk was settling over Silvermoon, but inside the room passion
burned brighter and hotter than the sun.
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