Another release for you as I experiment with a couple of new techniques and stuff for my art. Do let me know if you like how my last two images have looked~
Commissioned by: Rakez
Caelie's arms squeezed around the pillow beneath her head as she braced against the eager thrusts of the Zandalari Merchant Lord behind her. Her beauty had entranced him, pushed him to offer more and more amounts of gold to have her to himself.
"What ya' gonna do with all that coin then, sweet gal?" Rah'go asked with an approving growl to his voice, he slowed his thrusts as his three prong palms squeezed the wonderful ass cheeks of the Elven beauty beneath him. His slow yet still very deep thrusts were to allow her the breath in her lungs to reply to his intrigue.
"Not sure, I guess that will be part of the fun of spending it." she says with a smile, her blue eye flicking to the corner of her turned head to look back at him.
"Mhm. Ya sure I can't convince ya' to give this up n' come be ma' wife? Ya'd live like a Zandalari princess. Wantin' for nothin’. You’d just have to get used to havin’ me inside ya every day.” Rah’go said with a chuckle, his thick dusky blue digits sinking into the flesh of her hips and rump, kneading them in a circular fashion as that fat elven rump amused him endlessly.
”Sorry Rah’go, I’m just not the kind of girl one can tie down for long.” She playfully replied, arching her back inward giving him plenty to admire from his perspective. It was better this way anyway, he might grow bored of her if he could have her whenever he wanted. This way made her able to dictate when she was bedded by him and certainly not without paying a small fortune every time he wanted his mitts on her.
“Ya highly addictive, you know, gal? Like the most dangerous of drugs. Ya know how to keep ‘em coming back for more.” the Zandalari Merchant Lord admitted with an approving shake of his head. He rolled that thick thumb of his against her back entrance with one hand while sprinkling several gold coins over the bed and the elf herself with the other. It was an entirely indulgent and shameless scene of paid sex with a high class whore and gross wealth use.
By the time the morning rolled in, the bed was covered in gold coins and the air of the room was thick with moisture of repeat and elongated all night fucking in the temperate climate of Zandalar.
It was an ecstasy of gold.