The Fan Boi (Giveaway)
Kalthar became a mender at the Brawl’gar Arena just to meet his favorite fighter, Mar’gur the Indomitable. Needless to say, he got a meeting and then some when the Orc got her hands on him.
I know there’s been a lot of femboy stuff lately, but at least this one gets to show off Mar’gur’s new update in all it’s muscley glory. Non-femboy stuff coming but definitely more futa coming! Stay tuned, porn fans!
Congrats to Xero in my discord community for their win of this free commission!
Mar’gur was relentless in her use of the new mender-boy, Kalthar. She could tell he was a big fan of hers as he kept fidgeting, smiling at her and catching shy glances at her pillar-like arms the whole time he tended to wounds. The Elf has asked for her autograph but was instead being mercilessly rammed by the big buff woman.
Mar’gur had carried him from the treatment area over her shoulder like a rescued maiden, took him behind some storage crates and torn the clothes from his back like the brute she was. She found him irresistibly cute to the point where she just had to kiss him, but Mar’gur doesn’t bend down for weaklings. She would hook her palms under his arm pits and lift him to her massive height to plant her lips and tongue against his and did so with great ease.
Kalthar would be lying if he said it wasn’t a fantasy of his. While he hadn’t been expecting the champion of the arena to take him rough and bare like a common tavern whore, he had enjoyed the thought of it many a time while glancing at her risque pictures in “Big Hung Gals” monthly.
Mar’gur fed on the weak and respected the strong like her. Kalthar had wanted the attention of his favorite fighter and now he was getting it fully. Ever since how things had gone with her ex-slave Valnoressa, Mar’gur had been cutting a path of lust and shagging through every Elf brave or foolish enough to express interest in her. Kalthar was one of many.
She tugged on his braided silky hair by a small ponytail at the back, a well placed handle bar for her massive fist to grab as it allowed her more momentum behind a steady unbroken thrusting of her powerful hips. Her massive emerald balls would swing and smack against the back of Kalthar’s own like two massive wrecking balls against his marbles by comparison.
Each time he pulled his hips away and attempted to crawl forward for a brief respite, Mar’gur would smack harshly across his rear and drag him right back onto her cock again. There was no running from the wolf for the sheep when it was already in the wolf’s jaws.
When she was finally satisfied, she left Kalthar where she had taken him. His ass raised and leaking her Orcish seed while his face pressed against the dried sun baked ground. He was exhausted, used and more than a little happy with his brush with the champ.
As he lifted his tattered and torn clothes, he found that Mar’gur had signed his picture of her like he had originally asked. Including a little personalized message that read:
”To Kalthar,
I need more fans like you.
Wear something slutty next time you little bitch.
See you soon.
- Mar’gur, the Champ.”
Keep Your Enemies Closer
Ri'lael had to do what he could to survive among the Amani in the lower enclaves of the golden city in the months before he met his secret Zandalari lover.
So here’s a little more backstory on Ri’lael before he met Jah’lih. Quite pleased with how this turned out and I know the gay femboy stuff isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but I just think it’s cute okay! Plenty of non-gay stuff to come in the near future. For now enjoy!
“Ya be right ‘mon. Dis Darkspear boy makin’ a fine hole for ‘me cock alright.” The large Amani proclaimed, his large emerald three-pronged hands keeping Ri’lael’s knees firmly parted from one another while his muscular hips drilled his probing cock ever deeper inside the Darkspear.
“Be honest wid’ us boy, ya came all de way to Zandalar for a real troll didn’t ya? Dey ain’t keepin’ a bitch like you well used in da’ horde ey? Lil’ E’chuta!” The beefy Amani below him added, his massive biceps keeping the boy in an arm lock while the pair of them pummeled their cocks into him. Ri’lael’s own arms were the polar opposite of the Amani ones, and they ached from the thick biceps squeezing relentlessly down on his blue twigs in comparison.
His words couldn’t have rang any more hollow with Ri’lael, he hadn’t come here to be fucked by lesser tribe trolls like the Amani. They were a failed tribe and easily led by others, honor less and fractured. Yet still existed to posture and taunt as if they counted for anything anymore. This ‘arrangement’ was merely to allow Ri’lael to have a roof over his head and warm meals in his tummy while he learned the ways of the Zandalari druids. The irony wasn’t lost on him that he looked down upon Amani in the same way the Zandalari likely looked down upon him and his lowborn standing.
“Ah yeah! Dat be right faddas! I came for de big Amani cock and de strong Amani trolls! Gimme dat thick mojo, mons!” Ri’lael moaned out with his gentle feminine voice. It was fortunate for the Darkspear boy that he was as gay as they came, otherwise this arrangement might be far less pleasurable for him. Though his words were more sweetly sprinkled for their benefit, he most certainly hadn’t come to be an Amani pin cushion for cock - but it helped end things more quickly if he played along. His honeyed words had the effect they wanted. Their grunts and groans of pleasured approval spurred their hips into fast pumping thrusts that put even the most well oiled goblin pistons to shame.
“Good ‘ting I didn’t kill ya back ‘den ey boy? Heheheh.” The Amani facing down at him thought best to remind him of that unfortunate and much less civil first encounter.
Having come to Zandalar with nought but his spear, his loincloth and a dream in his heart - he had no home and no readily available food outside of hunting. Hunting in the jungle alone wasn’t advisable to even the mightiest of trolls. He had entered the Sandfury enclave in hopes of being taken in, but they chased him out. He then went to the Amani, but his mere presence felt like an insult to their fallen brothers in which the Horde and the Darkspear had participated in.
The Amani presently pulling his legs apart had previously lept on him with intent to kill at that first encounter. He had lifted the boy in one hand by his neck, squeezing his throat with the desire to crush it like an insect under heel. Yet Ri’lael’s gentle beauty and weakness stayed his hand and intrigued the Amani.
An arrangement was struck and it was simple enough. He would cook, clean weapons & armor, repair their clothes and pay tribute to the Amani loa. He was also beholden to the sexual urges of any male in the tribe who desired to lay with him, of which there were quite a few considering the low amount of remaining Amani females. It wasn’t uncommon for Ri’lael to pleasure four or five Amani in a single evening.
Months of this arrangement had worn on him in body and mind greatly. There had to be another way to live in this land and become a druid as a troll from foreign lands. Surely something or someone could pull him from this seemingly endless cycle? He would end this arrangement and take his chances - he had to.
Gloryhole Girl (Giveaway)
Fyralia had only recently discovered the infamous ‘Blowjob Alley’ in Boralus. Yet she’s taken to it with great expertise and enthusiasm as she sees the well endowed folks are well serviced!
I ran a giveaway early last month and the winner would get a piece featuring their character partaking in the lewd act of servicing at a gloryhole! So here’s that finished piece. Congrats to Warli on their win! <3
Fyralia had only recently discovered the infamous ‘Blowjob Alley’ in Boralus. Backing onto the seedy Kelp Club, it was renowned for it’s thin walled alley that allowed passing pent up citizens to relieve some stress via the poster covered holes with waiting eager women on the other side. Donning her seductive black lingerie and her snappable choker, Fyralia gets to work on servicing the many cocks that make their appearance throughout her time in the alley.
The Elite Lesson
Dawn goes to the wrong zone at too low of a level and quickly learns why you don’t take on Elite mobs without a group to back you up. Poor thing, she’ll understand the way of things in time!
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We've all felt like this at some point. Last time I felt like this was when I was trying to solo Stonewatch Keep's elite orcs in the leveling experience for classic, so this image is inspired by that. Also check out this beautiful ebony woman and her big afro hair <3
Dawn is only level 9, but she’s killed a few kobold and murlocs so everything from here on out must be a cinch, right? Wrong. The foolish young mage made the grave error of going to a zone far beyond her level and even worse, to Stonewatch Keep. The gold bordered elite mobs were certainly imposing, but surely if she engaged them one at a time then things would be fine.
They weren’t fine.
The young apprentice mage and budding adventurer quickly learns the meaning of being camped and exactly why you shouldn’t do group quests alone. Azeroth is a harsh place for new adventurers, but she’ll learn. Maybe!
Vengeance Cuddles
The Lord Admiral and the Night Warrior share an intimate lesbian post sex cuddle. Vengeful ladies like cuddles too. Especially after a night of vigorous strap on banging!
It had been a night of new feelings, passion and a changing dynamic in a friendship. Jaina more than anyone understood the need for vengeance, strength and retalliation in the face of accepted evils. They had called each other allies for years, friends for some and tonight they were lovers.
As Jaina regained her breath, she chuckled through her exhaustion. Her icy blue eyes settling upon Tyrande sitting up in the bed with a slight smirk on her lips. Jaina was understandably dazed, the night elf had spent the last hour relentlessly pleasuring and bringing the human to climax several times with just her tongue and fingers.
“Tyrande, you were incredible. Though I must admit, I felt rather outmatched. This being my first... uh...” she said blushing a little, so very used to being expert at things it was a humbling experience to be the apprentice again.
“Your first time with another woman? Yes I guessed as much.” Tyrande said with a smile. “Fear not, little Jaina, you performed as well as any of my sisters. A natural.” She added, speaking honestly. Her hand caressed Jaina’s shapely rear, her long dusky digits sinking into the peachy flesh of the Lord Admirals ass. “Though I was going easy on you.” She admitted with a sly smirk.
“-That- was going easy!?” Jaina exclaimed in clear disbelief at the notion, though seeing as how she was exhausted and Tyrande looked perfectly fine, perhaps it wasn’t quite so unbelievable.
“Of course, if I weren’t going easy we’d be going all night until sunrise. We’ll work up to that though, we’ll have plenty of chances to do so.” Tyrande said, oozing her dominant confidence as she gave Jaina’s plump rear a playful spank that forced a soft pleasured sound from Jaina’s lips.
“You mean you’d do this again with me? You want to continue whatever this is?” Jaina inquired with a tone of pleased surprise. She gave the smacked part of her rear a rub as she sat up further down the bed and regarded the Kaldorei with her ever inquisitive gaze. The Kaldorei oozed confidence sitting there at the head of the bed, taking up most of the queen sized sleeping area.
Tyrande must have had a good three feet in height on her. Jaina felt gnome-sized in her presence, something that was all the more apparent when the Kaldorei affectionately referred to her as ‘Little Jaina’ as of late.
Tyrande reached a hand over, not even having to over extend herself to do so comfortably from her sitting position. Her palm rested on one side of Jaina’s face, her thumb gently sliding over the human’s lips as she met her eyes with her own. Jaina peered into the eyes of the Night Warrior, those beautiful eyes that looked like a starry night sky around a moon in each eye, they were quite mesmerizing.
“You’re my woman now, Jaina. I will look after you.” Tyrande said, her words rather blunt but landing fondly with Jaina.
A deep deep blush quickly formed on Jaina’s cheeks from them. They had been simple words forming into a simple statement but they had completely disarmed a mind as intelligent as hers. It was rare for Lady Proudmoore to be so speechless. Jaina opened her own mouth to reply but struggled to form words.
“Come, Jaina. I would cuddle you to sleep.” She added, tugging Jaina gently by the wrist towards her.
Jaina nodded with that lingering blush, clear approval in her eyes even if words failed her for now. Tyrande had pulled her quite easily into a cuddle, still remaining in her seated position as Jaina cuddled her from the side. The human wrapping herself around the dusky skinned Kaldorei and resting her head on her bosom. Jaina was in heaven in such company, with Tyrande’s strong arm wrapped around her she felt safe and comfortable in her embrace. A soft smile forming on her lips as she cuddled even deeper against the big Elf.
“Sleep now, little Jaina. You will need your strength for the morning sex.” Tyrande said as she stroked Jaina’s hair, smiling as she noticed the blush deepening again on Jaina’s cheeks.
The Prelate & The Femboy
Ri’lael, a cute and feminine Troll boy enjoys the lewd company of his mighty prelate guardian and secret lover in the hills above Dazar’Alor. Cute jungle butt sexs ensues, of course!
Quite pleased with how this one turned out, and it’s an introduction for a new OC. This here is Ri’lael, my Darkspear boi who’s lived in Zandalar since before the events of BFA as he trains to become a druid. He’s debuting here with a lovely Zandalari OC owned by Knightlord and known as Jah’lih. Knightlord very kindly offered to be both Ri’lael’s debut partner and become part of his story in this commission. Expect Ri’lael added to the character/cast page in due course.
Commissioned by: Knightlord
It was most unusual for a prelate and a lowly commoner to mix and befriend one another in Dazar’Alor. Such fraternizing is generally forbidden under all but a few Zandalari laws to keep the structure of the caste very much intact. However in Jah’lih and Ri’lael’s case, they enjoyed one of the few exceptions allowing them to mingle.
They were brought together by the will of the loa, specifically the loa of kings to whom Jah’lih is in service to. Rezan had given him a sign to intervene in an attack on Ri’lael, a young Darkspear far from his islands in search of acquiring greater knowledge as a budding druid. Being a Darkspear in Zulduzar was not easy, especially among the likes of the Amani in the enclaves in the lower foot of the city. The boy brought their wrath simply by being Darkspear, even though it is the right of every Troll to visit and pilgrimage to Zandalar.
Jah’lih had no intention or obligation to intervene in the affairs of commoners, even ones as cute as that Darkspear boy. It was not his place to meddle with the lower class unless it involved the upper class. Yet as he went to turn away to leave Ri’lael to his fate, the sun broke through the clouds and cast a strong shadow through the trees onto the wall above the commotion. The shadow was spectacularly shaped in the form of Rezan, standing between the boy and attackers in a stance of protection in the Darkspear’s favor. Jah’lih was not one to question such things and immediately took it as a sign from Rezan to intervene and save the boy.
Saved by the prelate, Ri’lael found himself with a new guardian and a neckbrace given to him by Jah’lih to mark him as under the protection of the prelate. What neither of them had counted on was a guardianship turning to friendship and then to a secret romance.
Ri’lael was cute and wildly different from most other trolls. He was ambitious and smart, he had managed to travel to Zandalar by himself and even found his loa by himself. He was both surprising and interesting to Jah’lih the more he learned about him and spent time with him. He brought out a tender side of Jah’lih that the Zandalari didn’t fully realize he had until he met Ri’lael. He cared for him.
Even with Ri’lael’s protected status, he was still forbidden from being romantically tied to someone of higher standing. A prelate was generally expected to take a partner who was priest or priestess, not a commoner from the lower enclaves. Both of them knew this and respected it, though they would enjoy each other’s company and friendship all the same knowing that one day it would have to end mutually. Their lustful pleasures were only able to happen in private and they could not publicly display their affections for one another.
Two years have passed since Ri’lael and Jah’lih crossed paths seemingly by the will of the loa. Ri’lael continues to learn and complete his druid trials in service to his own loa, Gonk the Lord of the Hunt. He has much to learn and a ways to go but he’s heartened by his mighty guardian who still loyally defends and supports him. Their friendship and lust for one another has only grown stronger with the passage of time.
Today a trial for his loa took Ri’lael far up into the jungle hills above the city to train at a shrine to Gonk. He asked Jah’lih along to help keep him safe in what can prove to be a perilous journey with all manner of dangers lurking in the thick tree line of the hills. The prelate was happy to see his boy to safety.
When the trial was completed, they realized just how far from the city they were and how very much alone they were together this far into the jungle. It stirred them both deeply to be this far into the wild with naught but the wilderness to bear witness to their deeds. It didn’t take long for Jah’lih to have his boy’s loincloth tugged up at the back and to bury his cock deeply in little Darkspear. So deeply in fact that it would bulge that delicate tummy of his with each deep reach.
Their sex was rough, wild and unrelenting. They could go for hours if they wanted to. Yet all throughout and when it was all done, they would cuddle, kiss and caress as lovers. The prelate could easily spend countless hours pounding his boy’s ass full of his mojo. Yet there was no doubt in Jah’lih’s mind that he could spend even longer holding his boy’s head to his chest as he slept peacefully or holding his hand as he guided him through the dense jungle.
The golden neckbrace was more than just a sign to others that he was protected, it carried Jah’lih’s mark upon it. This was his boy and may Bwonsamdi have mercy on whoever would seek to do him harm.
The Fine Print
Valnoressa will soon learn the importance of reading the small print in a mercenary contract. Especially with Orcs who know all about her particular set of skills.
Pretty much an unplanned thing I put together from some suggestions in my discord chat. I’m sure you’ve seen this meme many times but you haven’t seen it with Val and a bunch of Blackrock Orcs!
After paying for some hired muscle to assist her and see her safely to Dalaran with a shipment of medicinal herbs, Val finds herself in an unexpected predicament. Upon realizing their client was none other than the storied carnal healer and renowned Orc bait, Valnoressa Leafwhisper. The fellas of the Blackrock Merc Company made sure to slip an extra clause into their contract with the buxom druid healer without her knowledge.
When Val returned to her luxury room that rather surprisingly had it’s bill footed by the BMC, she was faced with her five Orcish companions awaiting her. She had paid them their dues already, but they spoke of a bonus she had signed off on all while removing their loincloths and laying their dark thick meat bare to reveal what such a bonus entailed.
They even allowed her time to review the contract to ensure they weren’t making it up and that she did infact sign off on it. The small print she seemingly missed was as follows:
“Upon safe arrival and delivery in Dalaran, client must offer their body for sexual use as nonnegotiable bonus payment to fully complete contract. Refusal to comply or adhere to this agreement empowers the contractors to claim ownership over the client’s body and claim them as a slave as repairs for lack of honored terms. The client must sexually avail herself for up to one week post delivery to Dalaran. Client must see all contracted help pleasured to complete satisfaction over a period of one week. Contractors will bear the cost of any room rental, food, drink, medical injuries, property damage or unplanned pregnancies incurred during the post-delivery sexual use of the client’s body.”
Facing the prospect of slavery again, Val knows what the preferable option is and honors the terms of the contract she signed. The luxury room made sense to her now, it had been as much for them as it was for her. They’d be spending a week together in the room, it would need to be quite comfortable for the days ahead. Supposedly the room had an excellent view of the violet citadel from the balcony lounge, perhaps she’d be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of it between the flesh and muscle of hulking Orcs huddled around her.
Iselda Zugged Again!
Iselda gets a little too cocky with her latest Orc companion, even going as far as to take a few snaps on her SELFIE Cam Mark 5. She's quickly put in her place though!
Not my best work but I salvaged this one as best I could without spending more than the ridiculous amount of time I already spent on it trying to make something of it. If I could start over I would. Ah well, this is how these things go sometimes I suppose. Apologies to Iselda for how this turned out.
Commissioned By: Iselda
Iselda gets a little too cocky with her latest Orc companion, even going as far as to take a few snaps on her SELFIE Cam Mark 5. She's quickly put in her place though.
Trapped In The Gym
A seemingly straight Orc is confused yet still aroused after discovering the girl he'd been watching at the gym was Saran Embervale, a cute femboy!
So I did a little poll on my discord the other day while I was working on this project and most people agreed with me about making Saran a normal color skinned Ren’dorei like Alleria. I’ve kept his eyes blue and his hair purple to balance it out but I think he looks pretty nice this way. Also here’s maybe a part one of Saran turning this perfectly straight Orc man gay for the boy butt.
Gur’toc, a Blackrock Orc, had been quite smitten with Saran as he adored watching him workout at the gym daily. However ol’ Gurt hadn’t realized that Saran was in fact a male and quickly began to question his attraction to the Elf boy. It was ridiculous! He loved to bang women and play with a pair of big tits in the bedroom. Yet even in his frustration and realization that the eyecandy was a male… he still seemed to get aroused watching him workout and it drove him insane.
Still conflicted about his sexuality and the Elf boy, Gur’toc is ripe for the taking when Saran approaches him at last. The Elf boy had seen the Orc watching him all those weeks and he had liked it. Confused, curious and more than a little out of his depth - Gur’toc finds himself being touched and jerked off by Saran in the locker room. His doubts and confusion melting away with each stroke of that delicate feminine hand along his big blackrock cock.
Was it gay? Was it taboo? Was it weird? By the ancestors, he didn’t care. He loved cute Elf boys!
The Goblin Assault
Lori & her friend Val stop humping in nature long enough to attack a goblin lumber company desecrating the forest. But not everything goes to plan…
A double rarity here! The rarity of seeing a futa lady in the bottom role as well as a shortstack being the dom on top of that. Had fun working on this image and it’s follow up image as well. Was fun to get to use Tina again!
Commissioned by: Loriandra
After being made aware that her lumber operations in the verdant forests of Grizzly Hills could soon come under attack, Tina Greaseguzzle of Greaseguzzler Industries deploys her highly experimental shredder to the region to pilot herself. Equipped with ‘anti-treehugger’ rounds and flight capability, it isn’t long before she gets to put it to the test.
Loriandra and her close companion Valnoressa stop humping each other in the forest long enough to press the attack on these desecrators of nature and their vile machines. However on this particular excursion they encounter Tina’s new shredder.
A battle ensues which forces Lori to command Val to retreat and seek help while she covers her pacifist friend’s escape. Reluctantly, Val escapes and Lori battles the machine by herself valiantly. Yet not even Lori can penetrate it’s armor and finds herself dodging flying saw blades and eventually knocked out by a well placed swing of the shredder.
When Lori wakes, she does so to the sight of Tina looting her clothes and belongings for valuables. Her attempt to stop the shameless goblin seemingly stopped by the shackles holding her arms above her head and wrapped firmly around a tree where she sits helplessly in captivity. Tina finds nothing of worth to take from her backpack, but discovers that this particular Elf has quite a valuable staff dangling between her thighs.
Tina instead settles for the prize of sexually using the captured Elf. She informs her that Val didn’t manage to escape and is presently back at camp being raped by her employees. She commands Lori to obey and not struggle or she’d send her friend to Kezan to work the azerite mines of the motherlode by day and whore her out to every goblin taskmasker on the island by night. Assuring her that she’d free them both if she was a good elf for her.
Lori concedes, not willing to make things worse for Val – she gives Tina no trouble beyond a wounded pride and a scowl of displease from her taunts and insults. Tina’s attempts to gain a rise out of the captured Elf falling on deaf ears as she endures the repeat and vigorous milking of her cock by the goblin businesswoman.
With hours having passed and Lori’s ability to produce seed having dried up from overuse, Tina finally seems to be satisfied. The goblin dresses herself and climbs into her shredder, but not before revealing that she never had Val captured and that her friend had in fact managed to escape. Tina taunts the chained up Lori and takes off above the treeline in her machine, leaving an exhausted and used Lori shackled to the tree.
Hours pass and night falls on the forest, Lori remains where she is as the cold chill of night nips at her naked form. The tally of how many times Tina had forced her to climax painted on the inside of her thigh in shredder grease. Her huge cock is slumped over and her balls are taut and aching from the relentless use by the goblin.
The sound of rustling echoes from nearby, Lori wonders if perhaps it’s a predator come to enjoy a free meal at her expense but is pleasantly surprised to see Val has returned with three sentinels in tow. Val rushes to her side and tends to her friend’s wounds and exhaustion with nature magic. Thankful to see Val did indeed evade capture and returned with aid lifts Lori’s spirits, however being too weak to walk the Sentinels carry her back to the camp where Val had fetched them so she could rest and have her wounds tended to properly.
Lori knew one thing for sure, though. She would find this Tina Greaseguzzle and have her revenge some day in the future.
Beauty & Betrayal
Alisinya poses in an old photo for a now ex-lover, displaying her beauty in tasteful yet suggestive manner. However it’s recently been dug up to be used against her!
Very simple, just a pin-up of a pretty Elf. Didn’t turn out exactly as I had hoped but I feared it’d get worse the longer I spent on it so here it is. Thanks to Alisinya for the commission!
Alisinya Tal'renar turned from the Horde during the War of Thorns because of their unforgivable acts and frankly criminal attacks on innocents. Beyond that they wished to desecrate the fallen and raise them against their enemies, something she found entirely abhorrent and would not stand for. To have a Sin’dorei defect to the enemy faction and integrate with them with such ease reflected poorly on Silvermoon, yet for her to have slain one of her Sin’dorei kin in the process of defending the enemy was unforgivable in their eyes.
In the process of digging up dirt on her, an old photo of Alisinya dressed provocatively and posing in a questionable manner was recovered in Silvermoon. Of course they used it to defame and discredit her actions, such a photo proved her deviancy and they used it and other methods to paint her as a villain of her people. It was purely propaganda and completely left out the fact that the photo was taken for an old lover of Alisinya. It was such an old picture that she still had blue eyes instead of her current golden ones.
Now among the Alliance and serving the Silver Hand, Alisinya was saddened to learn of Silvermoon’s grasping at straws attempt to discredit her true reasons for turning from her people and her old faction. Yet it has only strengthened her resolve and made her not doubt the choice she made all the more. The Alliance understood honor and restraint better than the Horde ever could, perhaps one day she would stand in Silvermoon again with her kin, but that day seemed so far away that it did not seem likely to appear even on the horizon for a long time to come.
Claire's Long Night - Part 1
Hot on the heels of a lewd farewell with Marvin, Claire finds herself pinned by a Licker in the West Office Hallway of the RPD. The creature seems to have a need to breed!
Said a while back that I was looking to do more non-WoW stuff so here’s more of that stuff. RE2 is criminally under used for porn so here’s another scene with Claire from me. And before you ask, yes I will absolutely be doing RE3 stuff when it comes out. Currently have plans to do something with Ada from RE2 as well as something from FF7 Remake. WoW stuff incoming too, of course! MORE STUFF!
After previously having assisted a dying Marvin Branagh with his last wish, Claire proceeds deeper in the Raccoon City Police Department. With the taste of a dead man’s seed still lingering on her tongue, she focuses herself on the search for her brother, Chris.
Yet after dispatching a couple of zombies, Claire can’t help but stop to pleasure herself following her heated encounter with Marvin’s large BBC. She didn’t get a chance to finish herself before he turned and she was forced to put him down.
So as she stood with her back pressed against a vending machine, her jeans hanging at her knees and her top yanked up slightly to pleasure herself – Claire was entirely unaware of what she had unwittingly lured to her position.
A “Licker” had been drawn to her by the scent of a female in sexual heat. The B.O.W’s intent was to breed with Claire rather than kill her, at least for now. Caught quite literally with her pants down, Claire must endure the Licker’s use of her body with it’s massive tongue and it’s relentless need to breed. At least until she can reach her gun and bring the B.O.W to an end before she’s infected.
New Story: Wild By Nature
A short story based on the recent animation by ColonelYobo has been written and is now available for people to read right here on my site.
A short story based on the recent animation by ColonelYobo has been written and is now available for people to read right here on my site. You can head over to the stories page to browse all my short stories or head straight to the new story to read about something from Val’s story that’s almost ten years in the past now.
Val's Birthday Smash
Val celebrates her birthday with three Elven friends and her Orc master’s three friends in a way befitting the buxom druid! Everyone is wearing their birthday suit!
To celebrate my IRL birthday which is tomorrow! (yay me? D:) I decided to have it also be Val’s birthday. To make it extra fun, Val’s joined by three friends who were all picked by a giveaway I ran over on my discord. (We do lots of giveaways, you’re missing out if you ain’t in them!). So here’s the finished result, hope you all like it!
Congrats to the Giveaway Winners: ColonelYobo, Syldahlina & Lindoriel
Kaldorei generally stop counting their birthdays by the year as they get older, though Val was still young enough to know her 405th was coming soon. After having casually mentioned it to her Orc master and owner, R’hamok - the handsome Orc insisted on a small party to celebrate it.
R’hamok gave his slave the task of inviting three of her elven friends who could make it to the party on such short notice. Not one to question her hunky dad Orc owner, even if she found his specifying of elven friends a little odd, Val did as he asked.
When the day of her birthday came, all had quickly been revealed to Val upon discovering R’hamok had invited three friends of his own to her small party. Not to mention a strict nudity rule had been put in place for the party at the last minute.
With four naked and attractive elves mingling about at the party and four hunky hordies equally disrobed, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what happened. Val’s party quickly turned into lustful romp of brutes and elves for hours on end. The big Tauren nabbed the Elf boy Alua for his partner. The troll was very specific that he had to get his three pronged palms on Syld’s massive breasts and the Goblin was adamant that he wasn’t leaving until he blew his load in Lindoriel’s ass.
When the time came for Val’s three guests to leave, R’hamok revealed the final part of his plan with Val’s last special present. He explained that it wouldn’t be fair for the birthday girl to not get the special treatment on her big day. His three pals would be staying the night to make sure her birthday was extra special just for her. All night long!
Guilty By Association
Remy & Ellie only seem to find each other when they're both in trouble. Though this time it's Remy's piracy that lands the innocent Ellie in a shared punishment in Uldum!
Oof, been a little longer between released than I expected, none the less here is my latest one. Another commission featuring two characters you’ve seen before in a very familiar situation. Ellie and Remy here have a habit of getting into trouble together and here’s the latest bout of trouble.
Commissioned by: Dryarae
In times of war or strife, some will take the chance to step up and help those in need. Others will see it as an opportunity to gain something for themselves amidst all the chaos. Ellie was an example of the first! While it was easier for her to stay home and continue to make her money from her adult films, it was ultimately a waste of her priestly talents which would better serve the good folk of Uldum.
Remy on the other hand, she was a prime example of the second. For anyone brave enough to sneak into Uldum and steal supplies from the accord while they fought valiantly against all manner of horrific bugs – much coin was to be gained from selling their supplies back to them at extortionate prices.
Ellie had the great misfortune of encountering Remy while she stole from the Uldum Accord. And then even greater misfortune of being caught with Remy at the wrong place and the wrong time. The Ramakahen had desired a public execution for their crimes, yet because they were both human and attractive females – the Wastewander people offered to discipline and humiliate them both personally.
And so Ellie and Remy found themselves in the familiar situation of being locked up together as they had been on Draenor years prior. Their panties pulled down to their ankles, chained up in a tent while the ebony skinned desert hardened men and women of the Wastewander people ran a train on the pair.
After the weeks of their punishment, Ellie has since been released and returned home.
Remy is already working on her next attempt to be caught by the Wasterwander folk again.
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.