Tamed Raven
It turns out the way to get past the cold hard exterior of a beautiful half-elf like Raven is to fill her molten core with long, hard Dark Iron cock. Who knew?
I feel like some of my OCs definitely need to make more appearances and Raven is definitely one of my favorite ones that I’d like to get in the spotlight a little more. So here’s a sweet little thing with her and a buttplug!
Raven peered back at her Dwarven partner from a less than dignified position upon the bed, her shapely rear raised with a jeweled plug poking from between the cheeks. The amethyst caught the light of the night sky pouring in the window at the head of the bed. She smiled in a manner that could only be described as adoring and wantingly submissive. A far cry from the cold, focused gaze of the bounty hunter who struck fear into practically anyone she met.
The Dwarf understandably enjoying the view as he stroked the back of her stocking clad calf. He gave her an equally adoring expression, meeting her singular gaze with his firey orange own.
“So, how does it look?”
Raven asked, breaking the comfortable silence first.
“As great as I expected, lass.”
The dwarf replied, taking in that spectacular view.
“How long do I keep it in for anyway?”
Raven questioned, giving a very tempting little wiggle of her plump backside.
“Oh ‘yer only taking it out when nature calls or my cock is in there, wee missy.”
The dwarf replied boldly, punctuating his words with a gentle slap of the human’s raised rear.
Raven let out a soft gasped moan and a gentle giggle from the playing smack of her wonderful rear. She had broken the arms of men who had said and done less in foolish attempts to flirt with her, yet this particular Dark Iron was special to her. Algurd was her lover and boyfriend first and foremost, yet also a fellow bounty hunter she had grown close to over the past year.
“Of course, sorry daddy.”
She replied, her words as tender and submissive as she now looked. She never quite imagined she’d be calling anyone that beyond it’s intended use, let alone saying it to a dark iron who had stolen her heart. What had started as a joke between them on hunts about how he was almost twice her age had turned to something more lewd and endearing. Said out of adoration instead of jesting, a respectful title and an extension of their very different relationship.
“There’s my good girl. I’m so tempted to ditch this job and stay here with ya’ all night. Alas, duty calls as it always does.”
He said softly and with some real sadness – he really did want to stay.
“You sure you don’t need backup on this one, Algurd?”
The title had dropped away as things had turned to business. She watched him get up from the bed and begin to dress himself – his impeccably large dwarven cock swinging from thigh to thigh in it’s flaccid form, her eyes devouring this parting view as his hairy muscular form became reclad in clothing again.
“Nah lass, we rented the room for the night. Best one of us gets to enjoy the comfort. This is a small job, won’t be needing the great Raven for such a shite prey like this one.”
Algurd leaned over the edge of the bed, peering down at this beautiful girlfriend in her naked form as she lay on her tummy looking up at him.
“Besides, I may be your boss in here but out there you’re mine. Ya need to leave some glory for the rest of us mere mortals, aye?”
He said with a chuckle as he leaned his black bearded chin down to give her a kiss. One that she returned in full. Though as he began to raise himself back up again, he felt himself tugged back down softly by his beard.
“Hey. Small time or not, you be careful out there alright? I love you.”
She said softly, her tone serious and entirely that of a concerned lover. She fixed his beard and let it go.
“Love ya’ too, wee bird. I’ll be careful, ah’promise.”
He said equally tenderly, giving her a quick peck on the lips as he turned to head for the door. He lifted his rifle from the end of the bed and turned just short of opening the door, he cracked her a grin as he took another long look at that beautiful half-elf on the bed.
“Don’t you be taking that plug out when I leave. Or I’ll have to put you over my knee, wee lass.”
He said with a sly wink, chuckling to himself as he headed out – giving her no chance to respond beyond a chuckle of her own.
Raven turned onto her back on the soft sheets of the bed, smiling to herself as she peered at the dancing shadows of the candle flames on the ceiling. Each passing moment caused her lids to get heavier as she watched them – before passing into a peaceful, happy and content sleep.
Druids of Lust II
Dryarae encounters a fellow druid in the wild land of the barrens who needs her aid. As well as a detox from Orc cock with a sisterly ass pounding.
Sorry about the long break there for a couple weeks, had some stuff I wanted/needed to do that all tended to happen early on in the month. But I’m back with a new Kaldorei themed piece of two sisters (not by blood) having fun together in the wild wastes of the Barrens. Look forward to the next release, coming soon!
Commissioned By: @Dryarae
After a daring escape from her Orcish mistress, Val finds herself wandering the barrens for days with very little food and water – both of which run out quicker than she’d have wanted. Tired from walking in the baking sun, hunger creeping in and the threat of a death by dehydration she happens upon a small Oasis-like area deep in the plains.
It’s there that she encounters Dryarae, a fellow Kaldorei and even a fellow druid. Val practically collapses at her feet, her energy drained and her body finally giving way to it’s limits in seemingly friendly company.
Dryarae isn’t one to see a sister go unaided when they’re in clear need. For two weeks she nurses and cares for Val until her strength returns. Val had spoken to her about her mission, her capture and even the fact that she was a pacifist. Dryarae simply nodded, seemingly a silent or perhaps mute person to Valnoressa, though she did communicate her name with a parchment that carried it.
Not one to take aid and leave, Val remained with Dryarae for a few more days to scavenge and replace what aid she took from her – as well as preparing her own supplies for when it was time to leave. The pair grew closer through the normal Kaldorei women shared activities of hunting, herbalism and simply Val speaking while Dryarae listened.
Drya did from time to time gesture in communication. Having patted Val’s soft tummy and doughy hips before gesturing to her own more tight and athletic form with a chuckle and jest. It was uncommon for a Kaldorei woman to be so curvy and shapely outside of motherhood – though Dryarae later gestured that she thought it suited Val and that she liked it.
They cuddled together at night as the biting chill of the Barren’s night crept in to contrast it’s blisteringly hot days. An act all Kaldorei women were trained to do for simple survival, yet it always made their sisterly bond feel all the more stronger.
Even more bonding occurred through other simple acts such as bathing. Drya would keep watch and keep an eye on a sister while Val bathed and Val would do the same when it was Drya’s turn. The lesson was always that one sister alone could be ambushed, but two sisters could not be.
It was then, inevitable, that’d they share another sisterly bond together. One of dealing with shared lust that comes from such a close bond. Sisters must be prepared to pleasure one another to leave their other senses clear. The weaker of two sisters would give themselves to the stronger one, in Val’s case she was obviously the weaker one. Having been saved, protected and provided for by Dryarae. Additionally Dry’s reasonably big cock certainly tipped her win to a landslide in that regard.
And so the last few days of Val’s stay with Drya were entirely consumed by pent up shared lust needing to be released by both in the company of a sister. They would kiss, grope and fondle one another, mostly Drya favored the use of Val’s rear as well – seeing as how she spent most of her time behind the young druid, hilted deeply in her while tugging on her hair rather dominantly.
When the pair finally were ready to part, they did so with a kiss and a new sisterly bond formed between them. They were heading in different directions but neither would forget the other anytime soon.
The Bartender Boy
He loves to serve drinks almost as much as he loves to toss on a skirt, empty your pouch of silvers and your big balls of it’s cum!
One of those rare SFW commissions I do - though I can’t actually remember the last SFW image I did that I released so this is probably rare for that reason too. Anyway made for this guy’s friend who happens to be a barmaid boi looking cute and serving drinks!
Commissioned By: GordFang
Alun was no stranger to the male gaze as he worked his bar job every night. Even before he threw on a skirt and stockings to bring in more tips, most assumed he was an Elven barmaid lass. Many had no idea that the cute and chipper bartender was actually male and many more didn’t care or were too hammered to notice.
It was dangerous to wear the skirt at work, but the rise in silver and gold tips that came with it were worthwhile in his eyes. Besides, it wasn’t like he was against the attempts to peak up his skirt or the bold gropes and slaps of his rear while he bused drinks around the tavern. After all, some of those more lucky patrons of the bar would get to enjoy the view of his dainty feminine body as they clapped his azure cheeks in a Stormwind back alley somewhere.
