Valrotica Mag - Elaine
Elaine Whitemane takes to the cover of Azeroth's lewdest magazine. This month it's all about Kaldorei adoration! With her her wide hips, long legs & plump rear there is rear definitely plenty of her to adore!
Elaine Whitemane takes to the cover of Azeroth's lewdest magazine. This month it's all about Kaldorei adoration!
Giveaway Winner: Surlain
Loyalty
Following the death of the High Overlord, the Banshee Queen calls you to Windrunner Spire. Being the loyalist you are, you part ways by her will - but not before deep throating her massive cock shamelessly.
Put together this image of Sylvanas for two reasons. The first being to poke a little bit of fun at the Sylvanas loyalists who seem to be endlessly loyal to this bag of bones. And the second is that futa sylvanas with a giant wet dick is just the best thing, Okay?
Lead by a Dark Ranger, you ascend the ramp up to Windrunner Spire with determination. A clear concern for your beloved Warchief and queen the only thing on your mind as you wish the ranger would walk a little faster. For some reason you had expected to set eyes upon a distraught or furious Sylvanas yet that was not to be the case.
Instead you step into the main tower lounge to find a more surprising sight. That of Sylvanas sitting wide legged on the edge of a chair, her pale breasts laid bare with her hand maiden on her hands and knees between the queen’s thighs. Her crimson gaze peers out from under the shadowed veil of her hood towards you as you enter, a soft smile drawing across her lips.
“Ah, champion. I’m glad to find you’ve made it safely from Orgrimmar. I imagine it’s in quite a state following the High Overlord’s death.” She said with no hint of anger or frustration in her voice. She was confident and seemed entirely expectant of your arrival.
Your gaze draws down to her hand firmly gripping at a clump of the dark green hair within her fist. Her forearm rising and falling as she guides her hand maiden deeper between her thighs. You cannot see the hand maiden’s face from where you stand, but the sound of her slurping, gagging and moaning softly is a clear indicator of what she’s doing.
“We have much to talk about, champion. I’m sure you have questions, though I cannot yet reveal the answers to them all right now.” Sylvanas spoke again.
The banshee queen then pulled her hand maiden’s head up firmly by the tuft of hair she gripped, sending her gaze down to meet that of the girl’s own. You note the wet popping sound followed by the slightly labored breathing of the hand maiden as if she’s suddenly able to breathe again.
“Lilith, the champion and I require privacy to talk. See that my armor is cleaned and ready for when I need to move again – we cannot remain here longterm.” Sylvanas commanded, though her tone was unusually soft even in command towards the girl.
“H-hah- Y-Yes my queen, it shall be done.” Lilith replied obediently through panted breath as she raised to her feet.
Sylvanas said nothing to you as she took the time to admire her hand maiden hastily dressing and picking up her clothes. A coy smile upon her lips, her crimson eyes were the most gently you had ever seen them as they gazed at this girl. You’d never say a word to her about it of course, but you suspected that there was a little more to the relationship between the Lady Windrunner and her loyal hand maiden.
Sylvanas sent a hard yet playful smack across Lilith’s rear cheek as she began to scurry half dressed past her towards the exit. Lilith stopped only briefly to give you a quick curtsie as she passed you by towards the door. You watch her leave of course, noting the one cheek where Sylvanas’s smack connected was already reddening.
“Eyes forward, champion. She is not for your enjoyment.” Sylvanas remarked, regaining your attention from the hand maiden’s half naked exit.
Your eyes turn to the front again to be greeted by a familiar sight indeed. Sylvanas remained sitting with her legs parted widely yet with no hand maiden between them you could fully take in the splendor of the banshee queen’s huge cock and hefty balls dangling over the edge of the chair. Her cock was slick and moist with the saliva of the hand maiden, the ridges of the cock catching the light as it filled the room with the glow of the moon over the ghostlands.
Truth be told it had not been the first, second or even seventh time you had laid eyes upon it. You were well acquainted with it as Sylvanas’ most loyal champion and supporter since her instatement as Warchief. She had relied upon you to carry out her will and the will of the Horde, your successes and loyalty leading you right back here to the banshee queen’s massive cock.
“Well we’re alone once more, my champion. Though I’m not quite ready to speak until you finish what Lilith started.” She spoke a little more dominantly now, her thumb and index finger wrapping around the base of her pinkish-grey cock, giving it a gentle wiggle.
Your eyes flick up from that delicious looking slab of meat to match the gaze of the queen, your face clearly betraying thoughts of things that had transpired at the gates of Orgrimmar. Sylvanas’s gaze hardened, stopping you short when she sees you opening your mouth to speak.
“Get on your knees and suck my cock. I’ve had enough defiance for one day from that pathetic rabble in Orgrimmar. I would have my champion show me how much they love and adore their queen. You do love your queen, don’t you?” Sylvanas blurted out, her tone starting angry but softening towards the end of her words.
Instinctively dropping to your knees and crawling towards her at her beck and call. Her expression softens again as you approach, her palm reaching out to cradle under your chin as you come within touching distance of her. You can already feel your mouth watering at the sight of that magnificent banshee cock, it’s pleasant scent and meaty perfection drawing you in like a siren’s song off the coast of Tirigarde Sound.
You’re a Sylvanas loyalist and you couldn’t be anymore proud of it. Even as her cock slips past your lips, prying your jaw open around her girthy slab of banshee cock for neither the first or the last time.
Anri of ASS-tora
Anri the blue sentinel sheds her Elite Knight armor to offer her body to her beloved husband, The Ashen One.
Yep it’s another Dark Souls image, sorry to those who were waiting for the Val x Marg image, needed a little more time to finish it and I really got into experimenting with this project. It should be up next though, for now enjoy some dirty sweaty Anri ass. Hope you like it!
With Horace’s disappearance in the Catacombs and Aldrich’s demise close at hand along side the Ashen One. Anri of Astora takes a moment to enjoy the sins of the flesh with you, offering her beautiful body to he who would link the flame. You take her up on the offer of course, after all she might not remain so thicc and well rounded if she goes hollow later on.
Amazing Ass Ahead.
The Traveling Slave
Val travels across the Barrens in her slave regalia, the only items she’s permitted by her owner.
So I put together this new outfit for Val this week and people seemed to dig it. I ended up going into far more detail with it and eventually it came out as this pretty nice almost post-apocalyptic look for her. Hope you like it!
Since I know some of you will want to know what various parts of her outfit mean here’s the breakdown:
• The Hood: To protect her from the hot weather of Kalimdor. The sun is particularly harsh on the fairer skinned races in places like Durotar and the Barrens. It even has holes cut in the sides to let her ears poke out.
• The Shackles: While not chained up on the road, the shackles allow her owner to keep her slave bound or chained up where ever she needs her to be.
• The “M” Pin: This is a badge of ownership that Val is required to wear at all times. This marks her as an owned slave and means she can’t be taken by others.
• The Tree Symbol Loincloth: Made from the singed/charred remains of a Darnassian tabard, Val has turned this into a way to cover her delicate areas. Mar’gur was initially against the idea but came around to it when she saw how good it looked on her Elf.
• The Collar Chain: This is both symbolic and a tool for her owner to keep her in check. Mostly used to tug her Elf about when she’s not walking fast enough.
Lore:
In her time as a slave of Mar'gur, Val was permitted very little clothing. With the traveling nature of an arena champion such as her owner - rags and leather were permitted to protect her Elf from the harsher environments of Azeroth. Over time she was granted more clothing for her loyalty to the She-Orc but everything she wore had to follow some strict rules laid down by Mar’gur. Her outfit had to show plenty of skin and it also had to allow the Orc access to her holes without removing it.
For a while Val was mainly forced to walk everywhere in the nude with her owner, but considering how many people are interested in obtaining the druid for their own nefarious purposes, a naked Elf was sure to draw unwanted attention to the traveling pair.
Daughter of the Sea
The Lord Admiral enjoys the sexual company of younger men more and more as she approaches her forties.
So back in 2014 I created a image of Jaina based on the cover of one of my favorite movies ever. Pulp Fiction. I asked my fans over on discord and then on twitter what images they’d like to see remade and Jaina’s Pulp Fiction one came out on top as the clear winner, so heres my stab at updating one of my old favorite images. I personally think it turned out pretty good! So I hope you like it too.
Lore:
She may be in her 40's now, but Jaina hasn't let that slow her down. She's the Daughter of the Sea, Lord Admiral of Kul Tiras and one hell of a Milf to the young studs she enjoys the company of. The only difference now is that her age and beauty make her incredibly good at the motherly, dominant and controlling role she takes with them.
Jaina has boy toys in Stormwind, Kul Tiras, Ironforge and even one in Booty Bay - all them no younger than 20 and every one of them wrapped around her little finger. Each of them desperately seeks her approval and praise, going out of their way to pleasure and pamper the Daughter of the Sea - both out of respect and fear.
Sure she could find a nice fella to settle down with at her own age, but that wouldn’t be nearly as fun as what the ultimate milf gets up to currently. Why settle for whats expected of you when you can have whatever and who ever you want?
Night of the Raven
Fresh from the hunt, Bounty Hunter Raven Dawnwood poses in the infamous duskwood. The blood of the wicked still hot upon her smooth skin.
Look at that trigger discipline.
Born into a happy family that was torn apart by criminals, Raven stands as a huntress of the scum and villains who roam the Eastern Kingdoms. With her rifle in hand and a mastery of marksmanship, those who prey on the innocent are preyed upon by her without remorse and often with excessive brutality.
