Deep Dive
Being a keen herbalist and creator of various healing potions, Val sometimes has to dive deep for her reagents. And in the nude too, of course!
Hey folks, wanted to do a little image like this for a while as I’ve always kind of avoided underwater scenes. They’re quite difficult to do correctly more than many realize, but I think I did an overall good job of things. Certainly plenty I could do better but I hope you like this little bit of something different!
Magic unfortunately cannot heal all of the ailments of Azeroth. Some illnesses will always require a more traditional form of treatment via herbs and concoctions made from the land and sea. Val always likes to keep a good stock of various herbs known for their healing properties with her at all times. Though due to how dangerous or difficult some of them can be to acquire, more often than not she’ll be tossing off her clothes and diving into the sea to pick them herself.
As much as she adores the natural world on land, Val does indeed enjoy venturing down into the lesser seen natural world beneath the surface of water whenever the chance presents itself. Even if not everything down there is entirely friendly.
Profile: Tina - Now Available!
A new character profile is available for viewing, this time you can learn more about Tina Greaseguzzle, the crazy and wild Goblin engineer! Boom!
Ellie Pin-up Girl
Azielle "Ellie" Hennessey has given herself a new name and now she's giving her growing fanbase a ten page naughty photoshoot in the latest issue of PlayOrc!
Here’s a little a project commissioned by the always lovely Dryarae of her character Ellie! This isn’t the first time I’ve got to work on Ellie, she was one of my first commissions back in 2015 so it’s nice to be doing something with her again!
Commissioned By: Dryarae
Azielle "Ellie" Hennessey has finally given herself a new name and she's giving her growing fanbase a ten page naughty photo shoot in the latest issue of PlayOrc!
New Year 2020
Tina and her boytoy decide to take quite a risk to have some exciting sex on a highly volatile rocket firework. Needless to say, it doesn’t quite go their way!
Decided to give a little remake of an old image Rexx made many years ago. It was one of my favorite of his back then and seeing as how I wouldn’t be where I am without his guidance around the beginning of the decade, I don’t think he’ll mind if I bring it back with my own characters to ring in the end of that same decade.
I don’t know what 2020 holds for us all, but I hope it’s great for myself and all of you as well! In the meantime, enjoy Tina and her colleague having perhaps a little too New Year’s excitement.
Keen to ring in a new year on Azeroth with a different kind of bang, Tina and her current boytoy sneak into the workshop to have risky sex on one of the Sploder-9000 firework rockets before the big show. Known for their highly volatile nature and Tina being a big fan of risky sex, she can’t help but try it!
Kuznik’s less keen to risk his neck, but Tina is difficult to say no to. Especially when she’s swaying her big green booty in his face or threatening to cave his skull in with a torquewrench if he doesn’t do what she says. Both were equally good motivators for him.
Both of them climbed up on the rocket and while it rumbled with the unstable chemicals inside, the pair were able to have their risky sex atop it. At least until Kuznik leaned too far backwards, dislodging the rocket from it’s holder and sending it hurtling out of the workshop into the sky above Booty Bay. As well as sparking the fireworks in the workshop to launch up with them!
It was a terrifying experience! Yet both of them had the sense to let go of the rocket before it exploded. The pair of naked goblins hurtled down into the sea beside Booty Bay. Safe but very likely in a lot of trouble. Kuznik questioned his choice in women when the first thing Tina said as they climbed up onto the docks was “Wooo! That was amazing! Let’s do it again!”
Dying Wish
Raccoon City, 1998 - Claire Redfield encounters a mortally wounded Lieutenant Marvin Branagh and grants him his single dying wish. Helping to ease his eventual passing.
Got a hold of a model of Claire from RE2 so I decided to do a little test project with her. I’m a big Resident Evil fan as some of you may already know so being able to do this was fun. If you’re familiar with the remake then you’ll know it has a unique look within the RE engine, among them is a toggle for chromatic aberration and film noise. Most games I turn these off in but I left them on for this game as I think it adds to the 1998 look of the game. As such I decided to apply these to this image to make it look more like the game.
Raccoon City, 1998.
Lieutenant Marvin Branagh has had a horrible past few days since the incident started and the city fell into chaos with the undead. Seriously injured while helping his fellow officers escape the Raccoon Police Department, Marvin has spent the last few hours waiting for death as the nightmarish creatures overrun the building.
Before his death, he encounters one Claire Redfield. Younger sister of Captain Chris Redfield of S.T.A.R.S - a legend on the force. With his grim fate creeping in and his acceptance that he would not be leaving this station alive, he asks Claire to grant him a final request.
Ready to leave in disgust from Marvin’s request, Claire’s mind was quickly changed as she set eyes on Marvin’s extremely large black cock.
Winter Vacation (Giveaway)
Val and her new master R'hamok decide to spend Winter Veil in the more tropical climate of Stranglethorn and they aren't going alone! Loriandra & Valarynn decide to tag along too!
I held a little pin-up giveaway over on my discord last month for a bikini winter veil image with Val and two winners! It’s getting colder out here and I never got a chance to do a summer bikini image, so why not combine them!
Those two winners were Loriandra and Valarynn, so congrats to them too!
“Mhm, you were right Val. This secret beach of yours does have a stunning view of the horizon. Can almost see all the way to Kalimdor.” R’hamok remarked, his eyes closing a little as he let a pleasured grunt escape his lips as he gently swayed his hips back and forth.
Thankfully Val had seen the horizon view when they first arrived and in the past before that, because for the past hour or so she had been on her knees in the sand with her lips firmly around her Orc master’s cock. Her view had been equally stunning, just not quite in the same manner. Her own was of the Orc’s massive emerald cock whenever she pulled back far enough to seen it emerge from between her lips, glistening with saliva she coated it with. She also got a good view of his dark grey and very thick pubic hair that appeared to be tinged with silver, showing the Orc’s true age. Beyond that she could see his hefty balls and those dad-bod abs of his trailed with short hairs in all the right places.
Val let out a cock-muffled “I told you so!” as she slobbered over his meaty verdant shaft. The warmth of the Stranglethorn sun beaming down on her fair skin as she polished that cock of his eagerly, enjoying the taste of his sticky pre-cum as it leaked out onto her tongue. It was a taste that Val was more than familiar with by now in her life, yet R’hamoks seed had a sweeter taste to it than the average Orc. She suspected it was because of his healthy diet, he took good care of himself for an older Orc and she could at least attest to that from the taste of the seed he pumped down her throat almost daily.
“You know this was actually a good idea. Getting away for the winter on this little vacation. Enjoying the sun, the view and your lips around my cock all at once? Nothing could spoil this.” He remarked, patting Val’s head a little as she offered him an approving thumbs up - looking cute buried down every inch of him whilst doing so.
R’hamok froze up as he felt a sharp edge place against his neck from behind. “Hm. Perhaps I spoke too soon.” He added, he remained still but addressed the person behind him holding his life in his hands. “Can I help you, stranger?” he asked calmly.
”You can unhand my friend and take that filthy Orc cock out of her mouth. You picked the wrong Elf to try and rape today, you pervert brute!” The female voice spoke from behind, her tone serious and hard as she pressed the blade against his neck a little tighter.
”Well I would but I’m not forcing her to do anything, look for yourself.” R’hamok replied, waving his finger forward in gesture to Val.
The woman stepped outward around the Orc, keeping her blade fixed on him as she peered at Val, very much sucking away at the cock of her own will. She’d been enjoying it so much that she hadn’t noticed the situation change around her. She moaned softly and sloppily sucked and bobbed her head away at his meaty green shaft, she was indeed doing it of her own will.
”Hey you’re going a little soft down here, want me to put a finger in your-” Val peered up at that point, noticing the blade against her master’s neck and the Kaldorei looking down at her with a confused expression. Yet there was more, she recognized this particular Kaldorei! “Oh! Lori. You made it! I see you met my master.” She remarked with a friendly smile, seemingly she had been expecting this Elf.
”Your master? So he’s a slave owner! You say the word and I’ll spill his throat out right here, Vallie.” Loriandra said with a little extra fury in her voice as she glared at R’hamok. The Orc sighed a little at the situation.
”I assure you it’s not what you think, Val can explain, though I’d prefer if you let her do it without that blade on me.” The Orc replied.
”Oh you’d like me to believe that, wouldn’t you!” Lori shot back in response, the pair of them seemingly in a back and forth of words while Valnoressa looked on with a cock in her hand and a puzzled expression.
Val’s eyes turned towards Lori and her very alliance patriotic bikini she had chosen to wear to the beach. Seemingly she had misjudged the size of it though, as Val could see the base of her cock at the top of front of the bikini bottoms. Her cock was stuffed into them, curving down into the fabric that could barely cover her balls let alone the shaft she hand curved down into them. She had always enjoyed sucking Lori’s cock, but she couldn’t very well unhand her master in favor of it.
At that moment, Valnoressa’s left ear twitched a little as she heard the unmistakable sound of stealth being broken beside her. When she turned her head, a familiar Sin’dorei was kneeling in the sand right next to her. The Sin’dorei’s big golden eyes peered at Val and then at the hefty cock she was holding in her palms while the other two argued. It was Valarynn and she too had showed up in a bikini of a patriotic coloring, though hers was certainly more blood elven in it’s coloring.
”Hey Val. You gonna finish that?” The Sin’dorei asked blankly, seemingly unbothered by the situation as she gestured at the Orc’s cock.
”Hm… here you go Rynn. I know how to fix this!” Valnoressa said with a nod, passing the hefty Orc cock off to the Sin’dorei before she herself crawled over the sand towards Lori. Val sat up on her knees again when she switched places and gently tugged down the front of Lori’s bikini bottoms to let what had been bulging the front flop out in front of her face. Namely Lori’s reasonably big pink cock and swollen balls!
”And another thing—! Val, what the!” Lori exclaimed as her gaze quickly diverted down to her sister Elf sliding her lips over her cock to help it get hard.
R’hamok was equally confused as his cock appeared to be getting sucked too, which was odd as he was looking at his slave currently bobbing her head down the growing shaft of the Elf who had been threatening him. When he looked down at his own, his gaze fell upon the newly arrived Sin’dorei who had quickly guided his cock up through the bottom of her skin tight face mask and into her mouth.
Just like that, the argument had ended and Lori finally lowered her blade, dropping it to the sand behind the two sucking Elves. Lori and R’hamok pumped their hips back and forth into the eager mouths of the peacemaking Elves, while Val and Rynn glanced over at one another. They gave each other a smirk and a sly wink, getting to work on their chosen cocks.
”Damn, that’s a nice view.” Lori remarked as she peered out at the beautiful coastal horizon.
”It sure is.” R’hamok replied. Both of them giving each other a content and respectful nod.
The New Master
Val has ended up with a new master but he’s not quite what she was expecting. A strange but sexy new relationship begins with R’hamok, an Orc who seems different from the others.
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Furthering Val’s story a bit with this image! She’s got a new Orc owner that I personally have always wanted to do for her. Mar’gur was always short term but R’hamok here embodies a more longterm holder of Val and I hope you’ll see why in the future. No better way to start off a new ownership than a mating press image with a story on top.
Enjoy!
Being trapped under a mountain of green muscle as it pummeled with unyielding force between her legs was no strange place for Val to be these days. Yet this particular mountain was her new master and he happened to be different from any Orcish master she had served under before.
His brutish bed manner and his desire to pound-fuck his Elven slave into a sex coma was very typical of an Orcish bed manner. What differed was the intent behind them and her relationship to this new owner.
When Mar’gur had bet and lost Val in a high stakes game of hearthstone, Val had fully expected the new holder of her leash to be a scoundrel type or some pig ugly Orc with no morals. Instead she encountered R’hamok, a surprisingly handsome Orc further on in years than she was used to. He was no rich merchant or arena champion though, R’hamok was merely a veteran who owned a small patch of land beyond the walls of Orgrimmar for his years of service.
What surprised her most was how very calm and soft spoken he was. When he did speak he did so with all the clarity and intelligence of an Elf or a Human. There was no knuckle dragging brutish expression or simple minded hollers of honor and blood. Val may have been pinned under this massive Orc, sinking into the bed as their shared weight and his deep thrusting threatened to collapse the entire thing with them upon it – but she wasn’t as trapped as it might have appeared, she was there willingly. As willingly as a slave could be at any rate.
She belonged to him, but they had an arrangement that he had pitched to her, completely taking her by surprise. She would be required to serve him loyally, offering her body and services as his slave without seeking to escape. In return he would allow her to continue her mission of healing and helping the needy. He would see to it that she could continue to do the main thing she cared about and even vowed help to protect her while she did it to avoid being captured or killed.
No Orc had ever taken her as a slave and made such a a bargain. Frankly, there was no need to bargain with something you owned - which is what set him apart from the other Orcs. R’hamok held respect for this particular Kaldorei’s desire to selflessly help anyone who required it. In his eyes, it was not his place to stop such a good hearted person from doing honorable work. He’d have set her free if he wasn’t certain she’d be recaptured by the goblin slaver’s guild fairly quickly this deep into Horde lands.
Truth be told he was more than a little fond of her. Both for her incredible body and her enduring strength of will. It gave the old veteran Orc a spark of his youth that he had not kindled since before the death of his life mate many years past.
R’hamok peered down at the Kaldorei as she too turned her gaze up to his. He leaned his bearded chin down to press his lips against her own, something she found herself returning quite eagerly as he barrelled down on top of her with his might. R’hamok had lost track of how many times he had pumped his seed inside of her. They had been at it for hours judging by the candles he had put out before they started being almost entirely consumed and melted.
“Master... please... I need rest...” Val moaned out quietly and with no small amount of exhaustion, her palms patting his strong thighs to get his attention from his focused desires.
“We’ll rest soon, Val. The spark of my youth yet burns within me from your beauty. I would see our arrangement well forged in sweat and seed. Besides, I haven’t had the pleasure of your ass yet.” He replied softly as he slowed his thrusting hips to reassure her. He cradled her head in one of his large green palms and offered her another tender growled kiss. “Endure but a few hours more, my slave. I will prepare a hot bath for you when we’re done and see you get as much sleep as you require.” He added.
“Yes master. Forgive my weakness. You are just so strong and big.” The young druid said in response to his gentle words. Using the merciful slow down to regain her composure and stamina while she could.
The Orc smiled at her, it was genuine and caring as he gave her another kiss just before shifting his position. He used his lower body to curve her hips inward and spread her legs even wider until he was looming over her entirely. His muscular arms coming down at either side of her head like massive emerald pillars securing his body in place. His raw strength pushed her legs backward as far as they could go as his meaty cock dropped heavily down into her well beaten nethers once more.
In this mating press position, Val could feel every inch of him reaching more deeply inside her than he had before. His hefty balls still so full of seed would beat against her cheeks with the brutish fury of his thrusts. Val’s pleasured cries rang out around her master’s home and out into the land he owned outside. Yet it was unlikely anyone was within miles of his home to even hear him fuck his slave elf.
As she endured beneath R’hamok’s powerful hips, she recalled that sex with Mar’gur had almost always been to the benefit of Mar’gur. There had been a short period where it seemed like the iron hearted arena champion had been falling for her Kaldorei slave, yet her frustration with Val not reciprocating those emotions turned her nasty and resentful to the Elf over time.
Her attempts to breed the Elf had been fruitless and the disconnect from Val seeing her as nothing more than her owner had a negative effect on things. Fun had passed from their strange relationship and Val found herself dealing with the mood swings and abuse of her Orc mistress. Weeks before she bet Val away in a game of chance, Mar’gur had struck Val out of anger and frustration. It was the moment she had sank any chance of a future with the Kaldorei and it was time for her to move on.
This came to Val’s mind in this moment simply because she felt a strangely strong connection to her new master already, one far beyond that she ever had with Mar’gur. It’s true he was currently roughly violating her for several hours, but she got the impression that he’d be doing this exactly the same even if she wasn’t his slave. He wasn’t asserting his dominance or trying to humiliate her, he was enjoying her as one would a partner. She didn’t feel equal to him but for the first time ever, she didn’t feel like she was a lowly slave being raped by an Orc.
“Still with me, Val?” He asked as he peered down at his slave. R’hamok turned his neck downward to give her a look over to make sure she was okay. His one good eye met her luminous ones peering up at him.
”Yes master, I’m fine.” She replied through a moan. “Do you desire my ass now?” the slave elf inquired.
He noticed her new found strength and respected it. She was far stronger than she looked and it impressed him. He knew she had endured much before they had met but he was witnessing the Valnoressa he had heard about in the past. He peered down between them at the mess he had made of the Elf, the copious amounts of cum he had pumped inside her pussy for hours and all that which had flowed out when it could hold no more inside.
He pushed air out of his nose with a slight grunt at the situation. He felt a little guilty about going so hard on the first night, he pulled out of her suddenly, getting off and looking down at her. Val looked confused, wondering if she had did something wrong or said something wrong.
“I think we did a good job of sealing the deal, you have had more than enough. I do not wish to do you harm.” He said with an honest caring smile as he guided her legs together and back down to the matress. He patted them gently as he stood up. “I’ll prepare that bath for you now, there’s quite a lot to clean up. Sorry about that.” He said with a hearty chuckle as he began to head towards the bathroom.
“Master!” Val’s voice called out to him from the bed.
The Orc turned to look back at his slave. His brow lifted quickly as his eye set upon the Elf laying on her front in a prone position, her rear lifted high off the messy mattress swaying from side to side gently. She was presenting herself for him and by the ancestors it was quite a sight to behold those round peach cheeks. More so as she peered back with those eyes of desire, her palms gently pulling each mound of ass cheek to the side a little.
“Master and I had an arrangement. Master wanted my ass as well, I would hate for us to start our new roles together on a half finished agreement.” She spoke out as she spread those beautiful cheeks a little wider.
A surprised smirk and growled chuckle rose on the Orc’s lips and around his tusks as he nodded in agreement. “As would I, my slave. I’d hate that too.” He replied, softly stroking his still erect cock as he approached the presenting Elf. He gave her a playful swat across the rear with his large palm, forcing a moaned yelp from the Elf’s lips as he immediately mounted her.
The Orc used his cock to scoop a large glob of his seed leaking from Val’s pussy, shoveling it up and prodding it against her rear. It was thick and sticky but it would have to do as lubricant for his gaping girth. As soon as it was in place, he gave her a few hard humps to slip inside and get right to pounding her asshole.
Val balled the bed sheets up into her fists as that green mountain of muscle came pummeling down on her ass from above. “Ooh... Fffff-Fuck!” She cried out as the weight of the Orc flattened her raised ass down to the mattress with ease. Val’s hole surrendered to the thick green shaft willingly, turning the tight star into a wide hole within mere moments.
What ensued was a few more hours of being a sleeve for her new master’s desires and titan-like stamina. If she thought she was exhausted earlier in the night then she absolutely knew the meaning of the word now. As exhausting as it all was it also felt incredible.
All three of her holes had been given their fill of her master’s seed. She’d be tasting his cum for days and her hips themselves ached from the force they had been beaten with by the Orc. No single Orc had ever taken her so well for so long all by him or herself.
R’hamok did indeed prepare a bath for her, he even carried the poor Elf to the tub and saw her bathed by his own hand with tender care. When the bathing was done, her carried her to his bed to sleep and rest as he had promised. The Orc cuddled up under the covers with his slave, resting her tired head against his muscular chest as she passed out into her sex coma.
It was far too early for her to discern what they were becoming. It was their first night as master and slave after all, but she had no doubts that the truth of it all would reveal itself in time. And if it never did, she at least finally seemed to have found an Orc worth serving and calling master.
Trap & Reverse
Val finds herself setting aside her desire for a woman at the Exodar when a much rarer game falls into her lap and her bed! A Draenei Femboy!
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One of those things perhaps rarer than a Draenei male is a Femboy Draenei who’s also topping a female. So hitting quite a few firsts here, either way, enjoy!
Commissioned By: Thundergoat
Rylinn hadn’t expected to be gazing upon such a beautiful Kaldorei’s naked form when he headed to the tavern tonight, but he was awfully glad he was now. She had sweet talked him and flirted at the bar over drinks under the impression he was petite girl, but he let her know what he was before things got to far along.
Val didn’t seem to mind at all, in fact she seemed to be very into the idea. From the moment he had been tugged out of the tavern towards Val’s inn room by one of his horns, he knew the Kaldorei woman would be calling the shots. There was something motherly and nurturing about her, but also equally as disciplining and in control as a mother tends to be.
Rylinn blushed and adored every time Val called him a good boy and held his hand or stroked his hair while they fucked. The sub side of him worked harder and more vigorously when Val smacked his rear and demanded he go faster or deeper.
Scarlet Desire
After falling in battle, Altrek finds himself in the care of a beautiful kaldorei druid who nurses him back to health with a very hands on approach. He has to leave in the morning, but tonight he enjoys her.
Here’s a neat little commission I took on last month of Val with a human male! Been a while since she’s been sexed up by one of those. Also it happens to be a Scarlet! Thankfully this one seems far less interested in tying her up for the sex.
Commissioned by: Altrek
Altrek thanked the light for two things in this moment. Firstly for sending this Kaldorei healer to his rescue, helping him to escape the grim fate that awaited him. And secondly for glorious sight of the very same Kaldorei woman bouncing up and down, straddled in his lap in a hot impassioned exchange.
He gripped tightly at the extra deposits of fat on her thighs, hips and rear. Each of them the right amount of delightfully squishy but firm at a deeper press. He gazed up fervidly at her as he relished the look of pleasure on her beautiful freckled face. Her shapely breasts heaving and falling under the momentum of her movements mere inches from his face.
She had kept him company during his recovery at Bashal’Aran. Many of the Elves there were that of Night Warrior’s own and they weren’t particularly warm to humans at the moment. Were Val not there as a medic he might have been left to die on the battlefield or perhaps found himself raised by a Val’kyr to a much more terrible fate.
The rest of the Elves regarded him with little more than passive disdain or a dirty look. Though he wasn’t sure if it was because he was a Human or a Scarlet. Either way, he was thankful for Val’s care and kindness. She was unlike many other Kaldorei and in such a moment it was to the benefit of Altrek.
Truth be told, he had been watching her with desire from his bed rest for days. Altrek doubted any man would not find the strength to recover as quick as he with such compelling motivation in front of his eyes throughout his rehabilitation. Her smiling face and genial voice entering the room, instantly putting him in a good mood and keeping him out of his own thoughts on the failures of the battle past.
The wild and flagrant beauty she held in all moments was breathtaking. Clad in minimal clothing beyond a hooded leather half top, a supply belt and a tree marked leather loin cloth with leg wrappings. There was so much skin on show and the form of her body was hard to miss or ignore. Even for the most devout such as he.
And now he was gazing upon it laid entirely bare. His hips thrusting up eagerly to prove his strength and the quickness of his recovery under her care. His balls clapping against her nethers with increasing vigor and tempo throughout the night. The fondness between them wasn’t just one way either, she too seemed to enjoy her new scarlet friend. Her long delicate fingers rolling up his battle-worn tabard and undershirt for a yearning touch at his muscled form.
She had told him he could leave in the morning if he felt well enough to do so. Though he would need to prove he was capable. Altrek knew if he was to leave in the morning then he would make the absolute most of this night. Placing a palm at the back of her collared neck, he gently pulled her upper body down towards him. Pressing his lips against hers as a whirlwind of lust and passion overcame them both.
It wasn’t the light giving him strength and fortitude in this moment.
It was this Elf.
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
Naked Attraction
Before he made him his wife or even introduced himself, Vel first encountered Casey and his delicate femboy body in the garrison showers. He was hooked the moment he laid eyes on him!
Ya’ll seem to love these two and their cute adventures. So here’s something of a prequel I’ve always wanted to do. Set before their first fateful meeting, Vel notices Casey for the first time as he uses the communal showers at Lunarfall Garrison.
Vel stood under the shower, his palms resting on the marble tiled wall of the communal showers. Dried blood from the Iron Horde Orcs he had slaughtered the day before finally coming off his fingers and from beneath the nails to the drain below.
The large Draenei let out a soft sigh as the warm water pattered down his large muscular back. He straightened up a little as the door to the shower room opened. It was hard to make out who was coming in as the room was always filled with steam from the hot showers. It had no windows or anywhere for the steam to go so it lingered and offered some privacy at a distance.
It appeared to be a young female red headed Human, she was cute with freckles dusted around her small and attractive body. Seemingly she had not noticed him or simply paid him no mind, though he believed it was the former as she looked deep in thought as she walked in, as if she was on auto-pilot.
It was then that he was hit with a sudden truth as the red head’s towel dropped from their lower half to be hung up on the shower rack to avoid it getting soaked. This girl was no girl at all, she… or he had a small but unmistakable set of male genitals between their delicate thighs. Vel had never seen a boy quite as beautiful as this one, his eyes laser focused on the human from over his bulky shoulder.
While his mind hadn’t decided what he thought of the beautiful red headed boy, his cock had already made it’s decision for him. Vel’s azure slab of Draenei meat was at full mast within moments of realizing the truth about the red headed boy. He couldn’t risk the boy turning around to see a Draenei with a huge perverted erection gawking at him so he set the temperature of his shower valve higher to create a thicker fog of steam around himself. It worked.
The boy began to hum sweetly to himself, a gentle voice to accompany a gentle body. Vel couldn’t help but watch in awe as the red headed boy washed his hair. His back turned to Vel and unwittingly showing him the beautiful freckle dusted and impeccably plump rear he was dragging behind him. Vel’s heart was thumping in his chest and his cock was throbbing until it ached, he had never experienced such a reaction to someone in all of his hundreds of years.
Still on autopilot, Vel watched the boy leave once he had finished. His mouth opening to speak but no words forming in the time it took for the red head to reach the door and leave. That Human had reduced him to a speechless and frightened animal with his beauty alone. Him! A Rangari, the bravest and strongest of Draenei! He needed to learn more about that boy and he definitely needed to find out if he was single.
For now though, Vel had another hard issue to take care of, the one dangling between his legs and not going away anytime soon if he didn’t deal with it. Vel gripped his mighty blue cock, stroking it furiously as his mind recalled the beautiful boy’s body and face from moments ago. He had to know more about him. He was more than attracted to him…. he might be in love with him.
Valpera
A perilous journey across Vol'dun is made easier for Val when Kiro gives her a ride in his caravan. In exchange for several rides of Val's plump booty. Even if he’s not quite up to the task of pleasuring a tall Elf.
You thought I wouldn’t use the Vulpera? You were wrong! To be honest I was surprised too, I had little interest in them until I tried one on the PTR and kind of fell in love with the furry little bastards. So I figured I’d throw one onto Val and see how that turned out. I think you can agree that they’re pretty cute. Val certainly seems to think so.
Val admired Kiro for a few reasons. For his level headed leadership of his people, his healing talents and his cute bushy tail. Though in this moment she admired his determination and stamina in the act of attempting to pleasure himself and a woman of a much larger race than his own. By Vulpera standards he was well endowed, yet by the standards of other races he wasn’t quite up to the task of pleasuring a Kaldorei woman in a big way, least of all an abundantly experienced woman like Val.
Kiro panted and moaned softly as his tiny furry hips furiously beat against Val’s large round rear beneath him. She felt incredible to him, her soft furless skin unusually enticing in no small part to her voluptuous curves. Extra effort was required on his part to even get inside her with the short reach of his cock. Her round large cheeks proving an obstacle to squeeze between to even reach her impeccably tight rear hole.
It was far from the best sex Val had ever had, sympathetically she had even feigned much of her moans and pleasure for Kiro’s benefit. Yet she was still having fun and getting enough out of it to enjoy herself as well. Neither had expected such a pairing to occur today, yet it seemed to be a friendship that transcended factional divide and that was enough for both of them.
New Cast Profile: Casey
Casey now has officially joined the cast with his own profile page. Learn all about the cute femboy soldier who fell for a being from another world and ended up as his sissy wife!
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.
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.
Revenge & Patience
Escape is inevitable for someone as powerful as the daughter of the sea. Until then she'll have to endure being Sylvanas’ personal sex slave and toy.
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Hey guys, hadn’t planned to do another edit of this Whitemane image but a fan really wanted to get one made so I took an out of season commission to make it happen. So I hope you enjoy Jaina shackled up for your viewing pleasure!
Commissioned Edit By: Nyx
Jaina is at the mercy of the Banshee Queen's lust, yet Sylvanas has underestimated the Lord Admiral's power. Even now she slowly recovers mana through her weakly enchanted magic dampening shackles.
The Howling Well
Val & Kalli reunite to throw their night of debauchery and shared appreciation of Worgen men. Pick a partner for the night and get as knotty as you like!
Sorry it took so long to get this one out, there were some minor set backs and revisions to make it happen but I think it turned out well in the end! All the Elves (except for Val and Kalli) in this picture are winners of the giveaway that took place over on my Discord, so big congrats to them and I hope you liked seeing your characters in a big scene like this!
Giveaway Winners: Itirael, Theta Five, Valou, КОРРУПЦИЯ, Bix, Shadee, Eji, Run’themas, Linael
Val was happy to be back at an event she helped create with her brother several years back when the Worgen were brought into the Alliance. It was the fruits of her and her brother’s labor in arranging a yearly event in the forest outside their village. For every year on this night during midsummer, Worgen and Kaldorei would come together in the Howling Well to honor the wolf ancient Goldrinn and enjoy the strengthening bond between their two peoples.
Val had missed the last two years though, having been enslaved by the demons before and the Orcs prior to that. It was also to be the first reunion of the Leafwhisper twins, as Kalli hadn’t missed attending the little event even as a married pirate - his Vrykul husband always let him leave to participate.
The event was more exciting and busy than ever, especially with news of Val returning to join in after being missing from it in the last couple of years. The news of her return to the event had even coaxed one of Val’s ex-boyfriends into attending, a large alpha Worgen she had dated briefly before she set out on her travels during the Catacylsm. He had desires to pick up where they left off, but he’d settle for just being her sex partner for the event in the meantime.
Kalli too was re-partnering with someone, though this particular Worgen was a fellow who was keen to see his marriage to his Vrykul pirate husband end so that he could claim the boy as his own wife. He had been trying for seven years to steal the femboy away and each time he left sexually satisfied but still a single Worgen.
The Leafwhisper twins themselves had some catching up to do too, though that would have to wait until after the event. After all, it’s rather difficult to have a heart to heart discussion with family with a Worgen’s knot buried deep inside you!
Argent Defeat
Captured by the Scourge during the Argent Tournament, Argent Confessor Paletress isn't fairing too well in the depths of Icecrown Citadel.
Bonus edit I did of the Whitemane image from yesterday. Featuring Argent Confessor Paletress in a similar situation with the Scourge during the events of Wrath. Though she’s not taking it quite as well.
The year is 2009 and the Argent Tournament is well under way in Icecrown. Preparations for the Siege on Icecrown Citadel looks promising, but disaster has struck as one of the beloved champions of the Argent Crusade has been captured.
It had all happened so quickly, one moment Paletress had been in her personal tent helping a young handsome crusader “confess” his sins and the next she was here. Bound and stripped, her arms hoisted above her head in a place that reeked of death and emanated a powerful unholy aura. It was unmistakably deep within Icecrown Citadel that she had been taken, her ocean blue eyes gazed through the bars of her cage at the various zombies, ghouls and death knights going about their tasks.
Yet it was worse than that, she spied the reanimated corpse of the very same young crusader she had been so vigorously working a confession out of on her bed what felt like moments ago. His features were pale, his eyes illuminated blue and his form clad in the unmistakable saronite armor of the Death Knights. Seemingly she had been here longer than she realized.
She did the only thing she could think to do in such a place. She began to whisper a prayer to the light, but was interruped by a loud terrifying voice echoing throughout her mind. It took a moment for her to realize who the voice belonged to, the sudden shock and volume of it startling as well as the accompanying pain of it forcing it’s way into her mind. This could only be the voice of the Lich King himself.
“Argent Confessor Paletress, you’ve been a bastion of hope to your fellow crusaders and a thorn in the side of my loyal servants for far too long. You will make a great necromancer of the scourge or you will die in this cage.”
The voice said with no small amount of judgement and gravitas as it penetrated her thoughts.
“It would be unfair to deny my subjects their revenge for the many allies you’ve taken from them and the falsehoods of the light you’ve preached, Confessor. You will indeed join their ranks but not before your body lies broken, defeated and ripe with the scent of fear.”
The voice of the Lich King then faded, leaving behind a headache that felt not too different from the morning after a Dwarven tavern crawl. While the voice had gone, it took her a moment to recuperate from such power pressing on the edges of her mind so dominantly and viciously.
She opened her eyes and turned her gaze upward towards the cage in front of her, when her blurred vision corrected it self, she let out a shocked gasp at the sight of several Death Knights and ghouls gathered around her cage. Even the young crusader from before was at the front of the pack, his pale cock bared and the fresh coagulated scar of his slit throat fully visible to her. The door to the cage opened and all began to move inside to join the Argent Confessor, who reacted in horror from the realization of their intent.
“B-back you vile creatures! The light protects me! The light protects me!”
She cried out as their long shadows blocked out the light around her, enveloping her in the cold grasp of death.