Knotty at the Docks
Solaria and Scrimshaw enjoy some special lewd time with each other down at the docks in Boralus. The big Worgen keeps her on a short leash while he breeds her over and over throughout the night!
Hey it’s a commission and one of my first Worgen images in quite some time. I really should do more those furry bastards, huh? Anyway this one is for someone you’ve probably seen around in various R34 pieces so I was glad to give my own take on their character doing what they do best… getting knotty!
Commissioned by: Solaria
Solaria tugged and pulled her wrists apart to try and break the rope binding them together. She even tried to use her strong Elven teeth to yank it loose but that rope wasn’t budging anywhere.
“Havin’ trouble there, darlin’?” Scrimshaw questioned, a wolfy grin on his long maw as he watched the Elf struggle with his knotting skills.
“Nope! I got this. Just a quick flick of the wrist, three tugs and then BAM!” Solaria tugged her bound wrists firmly apart in some kind of spectacular finish. And yet the ropes didn’t budge at all. She gave a shrug and a slightly embarrased smile the Worgen’s way. “I don’t really know what I expected to happen there.” She admitted.
“So ya believe me now? Nobody can slip my knots. No seasoned sailor nor pretty Elf.” The Worgen boasted, taking a swig of his drink that he had carried with him from the tavern to the outside in search of rope to prove his boast. This being the port city of Boralus, one didn’t need to go far to find ship rigging rope in coils.
“Alright then, I believe you. Take this off.” She said a little defeated, but wearing a kind smile. It had all been in good sport after all. She raised her bound wrists to him for removal.
“Not so fast there, doll. There’s another knot I’d like to see you try to slip.” Scrimshaw’s voice turning more suggestive as he towered over Solaria. “If you think you can ‘andle it.” He taunted, using his clawed thumb and index finger to hold her chin.
Solaria’s eyes ran a course from the Worgen’s face downard to notice a growing bulge in his pants. Her mouth felt suddenly fuller with salivation and she wore a smile as mischievously suggestive as the Worgen’s words.
“Don’t you worry, that’s a knot I know how to handle.” She remarked with a boast of her own, sealing it with a sly and playful wink.
The Queen's Wife II
Two years since the Lord Admiral surrendered herself and her people to the Zandalari, she's still loyally serving her Queen has her wife. Happy Anniversary to the very happy couple~
I’ve been wanting to make a follow up to the image of this I did last year and I thought screw it, I’ll just do it. I know it’s not a popular ship but I love this one just as much as Jaina x Tyrande. Hope you like it!
It’s been two years since Jaina first bent the knee to Queen Talanji and signed over rulership of Kul Tiras to her. The nation has prospered under Zandalari rule and the anniversary of the queen’s taking of power is marked by celebration across both nations.
Talanji prefers her own celebration, however. Preferring to relive that moment of victory over Lady Proudmoore by having her repeat the act of bending the knee to her queen. Not only did Jaina place herself in service of Talanji but she signed over Kul Tiras and her own hand in marriage to the queen.
Jaina bent the knee, pledged herself and her country to Talanji and sealed the deal by crawling between her queen’s thighs to pleasure her to an onlooking throne room of Zandalari. The annual ceremony would become known as the Ceremony of Conquering.
Way of the Wardens
At the command of the Warden Mother, Loriandra finds herself using her very large she-cock to interrogate Man'ari prisoners who refuse to reveal legion war plans. Aethera observes while her student shows what she’s learned.
It’s always nice seeing Lori dicking down Val or something, but for this one they wanted something that shows off the girl herself in all her glory. Was a fun little pin-up to work on, I always enjoy doing them! As always a story is included too. Check it out below!
Commissioned By: Loriandra
Lori walked with purpose down the halls of the Vault of the Warden, her hefty looking Warden armor adorning her form. It looked like heavy plate but was surprisingly lighter than it looked. It served the purpose of being both imposing and practical in a fight. Especially for a Warden who needed to be both fast and deadly in a confrontation.
She recalled earlier that day when her good friend Valnoressa had helped her put it on for the first time. Only to have her take it all off again because the young druid was considerably aroused by how impressive and commanding Lori looked in it. The sudden rampant anal sex with her pal had almost made her late to her first duties, but Val’s ass was always worth a chewing out by a superior.
Reaching her destination, Lori pushed the stone door open to the familiar personal training quarters of the Warden Mother. Aethera was stood at her desk in full armor with her hand down on various documents, browsing through them quietly.
The Warden Mother was her official title, given to her by Maiev Shadowsong for her impeccable devotion to training young Kaldorei women into the justice dispensing glaive of the Night Elven people. She didn’t simply train them however. She cared for, disciplined and taught these young Elven women how fight, track, scout, heal and survive.
When their hearts were heavy she would nurture them, when they were injured she would have them cared for. While Lori and her fellow Wardens called each other sister as was common among the Kaldorei matriarchy, all of the young Wardens called Aethera mother and respected her like she was their own.
Lori cleared her throat to politely announce her arrival, but then she realized how silly that was. Aethera knew she was there, she had likely heard her coming long before she reached her door.
“My Lady, our first hunt of the day went better than expected. We caught and interrogated several Man’ari.” Lori reported pridefully, clearly quite happy to share that particular bit of news. Especially when it concerned a mighty foe like the Man’ari.
Aethera raised her eyes from the documents, a soft smirk forming on her lips. “Looks good on you, dear.” She said with no small amount of motherly approval in her raspy matured voice at Lori’s armor clad form. “But I sense not all is going as well as you claim.” She added, looking at Lori expectantly.
Lori couldn’t help but be amazed at how well that Elf could read people. She could cut through to the truth of something with all the expert precision of a Warden’s steady glaive across a demon’s throat. She conceded that truth with a gentle lowering of her head slightly.
“Ah, yes my lady. We’ve been interrogating them but have made no progress. They simply won’t talk no matter how much we try.” Lori reported, her voice sounding much less prideful now.
“It’s no small feat to capture a Man’ari alive, sister. Nor is it a small feat to make one talk.” Aethera said stepping out from behind the desk. “However I believe you’re quite capable.” The Warden mother added, stepping towards Lori before beginning to remove the plating from her legs and lower half.
Lori was taken aback by the sudden act. She was never one to turn down a good time, especially with Aethera. Yet now seemed like it wasn’t such a time to be indulging the urges. “Ah... my lady. I’m flattered but I really should get back to...”
With the straps and leggings removed, Aethera pulled the plated cup away from Lori’s crotch, her semi-flaccid cock unfurling from it’s protection and dangling down between her thighs. The base of the cock was adorned with a golden ring, the first of two gifts that Aethera had given her during her training. It was technically the only family heirloom Loriandra had now, seeing as how it once belonged to her equally well endowed mother.
“Silence, Lori.” Aethera commanded as she moved around behind Lori, pushing her upper back forward a little to make her bend over slightly. She used one of her plated gauntlets to pull one of the young Warden’s ass cheeks to the side while the other began to grip a golden bodied and green jeweled butt plug nestled between. The second of the two gifts Aethera had given her during her training, though this one was far more self indulgent of Aethera and served only the purpose of keeping her young Warden loose and ready for a night of pegging on the end of her strap-on.
Lori let out a pleasured sigh as the Warden Mother gently tugged the butt plug free, the smooth metallic surface sliding loose with a small pop to reveal her open hole. Aethera then moved from Lori’s back and carried her stripped plating and butt plug over to her desk to set it all neatly down.
“I sent the only other endowed sisters capable of this kind of of interrogation on another hunt. So today you’ll be carrying it out.” Aethera turned and leaned against the edge of her desk, her arms folded as she regarded Lori with a look of expectant duty.
“Is the leader of the ones you captured female or male?” She questioned.
“Female, my lady.” Lori quickly replied.
“Not ideal, the men always break more quickly with this method but this will be fine as well.” Aethera mentioned, tapping her chin with the pointed tip fingers of her gauntlets.
“My lady? What are we..?” Lori asked, confusion rife in her voice at the situation.
“Oh for goodness sake, Lori. It’s quite obvious. You’re going to stuff your cock down that fel tainted bitch’s throat until she or her comrades are practically singing what we want to know. I took the plug out to prevent any ‘premature’ accidents. You’re not to cum until we have the information we need. Got it?” Aethera revealed her intentions at last, in full and not lacking any color either.
“Y-yes my lady!” Lori replied, a little taken aback one again but seemingly ready to carry out her strange method of interrogation.
“Good, come. I shall oversee the interrogation.” Aethera stated, practically out the door already with the half armored Lori dashing along behind her. Her hand crossed over in front of her cock to hide it as they walked the long walk back to the holding cells. Her naked feet pitter-pattering along the stone floor as she hurried along.
Aethera noticed this and commented on it in turn as she kept the pace brisk for both of them. “Are you ashamed of your endowment, Lori?” she inquired.
“No, my lady.” Lori replied, blushing a little as a few of the other Warden sisters had noticed her missing armor as she walked by.
“Then why do you hide it? You carry a gift of the goddess between your legs that not many of our women have the honor of having. Today that gift will be a tool to help save more lives against the Legion.” She spoke firmly, expressing her respect for Lori’s huge endowment. It was common belief that these female Kaldorei gifted with this very particular boon were chosen by the goddess to keep the race of Elves running in the absence of many of the males who slept in the dream.
Lori moved her hands away and walked more purposefully and pridefully to the holding cells behind Aethera. Her chin lifted and her cock bouncing stoically from thigh to thigh as she did.
“Besides, I hear half of your sisters in the vault have already seen it up close and in great detail. A trait you and your mother share.” Aethera added, a motherly chuckle falling from her lips that she couldn’t quite resist. Her words causing that blush to form on Lori’s cheeks again.
It was true, she and the few other Wardens like her were quite popular among their sisters. A few weeks prior she had enjoyed the company of five female Wardens at the same time. Though Aethera had strict rules that any fraternizing of that sort be limited to anal only. Impregnating a sister was grounds for dismissal after all.
“My mother was proud of hers?” Lori inquired.
“Very much so. She took her breeding duties very seriously too, back when there was a need for it anyway.” Aethera replied, offering her an answer about her departed mother. Lori appreciated the rare insight into her mother, The Warden Mother rarely answered questions about her and usually only when she was in a pleasant mood to do so.
Aethera stopped outside the holding cells and turned to Lori. She offered her a large green crystal that mirrored and caught the light of the hallway around them as she pushed it into Lori’s palm. It was a prison crystal and it served the purpose of encasing the deadly captured prey of the Wardens into a green crystallized prison.
“Remember. Head in and go straight to the leader. Grab her by the horns and rough fuck her face while the others watch. Any step out of line and you put them in a crystal prison. Remember your stamina training. Get her talking and go as long as it takes.” Aethera said, planting a hand on her shoulder with some last words of encouragement.
“Get in there, go.” She said firmly, sending Lori inside first before following after her. The door to the holding cells firmly closing with an loud echoing thud down the corridor behind them.
Mommy's Lil' Murderer
Imprisoned for espionage, Saran finds a contact of the mysterious Uncrowned who puts him through trials to join the mysterious organization. As well as becoming her prison bitch and play thing.
Avast! A new commission release. I’ve been so distracted with games lately that I’ve been slacking on releases super hard. All I can say is I have no regrets. Anyway, this was commissioned by 8Bit and is yet another femboi image, except with a femdom twist and a new story for the character! Don’t worry though, he still likes men but some ladies are just too dom to ignore.
Commissioned by: 8Bit
Llyrae poured the tin cup of water over her latest work, the blood and extra ink being washed away from Saran’s hip. “It won’t be ‘officially-official’ until we’re out of here, but... welcome to the Uncrowned.” She said with a warm smile.
Saran returned the smile in kind, admiring the tattoo of a dagger splitting a crown in the reflective edge of the same tin cup she handed him. He looked visibly pleased with it and even more so as it was the exact same one he had admired upon her neck for months.
Llyrae admired the boy’s partially clothed lower half from the cot of the shared cell. The cell was far more furnished and equipped than it had any right to be, certainly more so than any other inmate’s cell. Saran suspected her contacts outside of this place were why the guards hadn’t confiscated half of it already.
“Tell me dear, did he beg before he died?” Llyrae asked with a morbid eagerness in her voice. “How did you do it?”
“He begged. I cut his throat and placed the glass shard in his palm. The guards will think it was suicide.” Saran replied with a nod, his purple eyes meeting the Human’s.
“His legacy will be cowardice then, excellent. It was a good call on your part, you were his type. Though clearly you were far older than what landed him in this place. Nobody will miss that horrible cunt.” Llyrae nodded firmly, spitting on the floor at the mere thought of the man she had Saran murder. “Did he fuck you?” she questioned additionally.
“Nope. He let his guard down as soon I showed him some skin. He made it easy for me.” Saran assured her with a smirk and a little flick of his hair out of his face. “I wouldn’t have let it get that far anyway.” He added, saying what he assumed she wanted to hear.
“You might have had to. A good rogue will do what they must to secure the kill. Never forget that, Saran.” Llyrae sounding a little more mentoring than perhaps she had intended. Though she would need to get used to it now that she had recruited him and become his handler. His personal liaison within the Uncrowned.
Whistles began to sound from the other cell block, the guards had discovered the body which meant a lock down was about to happen. Like clockwork the cell doors came slamming down with a thud and a firm clunking sound to reinforce how very locked they were.
“Right on time.” Saran said with an expectant nod. “Shouldn’t take them long to incorrectly deduce it was suicide.” The boy said as he pulled his prison shirt up over his head. The dried blood across his chest the only truth of the man’s death. It also confirmed to Llyrae that he was indeed naked during the murder as his clothes weren’t bloodied.
“Red’s a good color on you, doll. But get that cleaned up.” She remarked, gesturing to the blood stains while tossing him a wet rag that she absolutely intended to burn when he was done. “And pull your pants down too.” she added.
“I didn’t get any blood down there.” He responded absently minded, wiping the blood from his chest and tummy with the wet rag. He was so focused on getting the stain off that the meaning of Llyrae’s words had shot over his head.
“Oh I know. Do as you’re told boy.” Llyrae said with a firmer tone while still wearing a sly smirk as she sat on the edge of their small shared bed. Admiring the view.
“Oh! Yes, mommy.” He replied as he got the hint. Their professional relationship taking a backseat to their personal one now that job was done. He tugged his prison bottoms down and gave her a lovely angle of his feminine booty.
The Human bit her lip approvingly at the sight. “Count yourself lucky, boy. If you hadn’t done such a good job on the final test tonight I’d have you over my knee for that little mistake.” She said with that motherly voice of hers, having him by the balls both figuratively and physically as she reached for for small smooth sack between his delicate thighs. She grasped his acorn sized nuts in her palm and gave him a gentle tug backwards in her direction by them.
As feminine as he was, his testicles were still as sensitive as any man’s. Being tugged backwards by them like that still sent a shot of discomfort up through them and much of his body from the act. Forcing a girly whimper from his lips too.
“Tut-tut, what do you say when Mommy’s being kind to you like that?” Llyrae asked, hastening his response with a gentle squeeze of the balls she had in her palm.
“A-ah! T-thank you, m-mommy!” Saran gasped out, saying it as quickly as he could through stammered words as a more potent feeling of discomfort came from her dominating squeeze.
“Good boy. Fetch my strap-on, I’m having your ass all night.” She commanded, mercifully letting go of his soft little testicles to let him fetch the gear.
Saran felt her approving hand stroking through his silky purple hair as he leaned down beside the shared bed she sat upon. He tugged out a large wooden box with a latch and looked up at Llyrae with her approval to open it. She gave it with a nod, moving her palm down to one of his long ears to gently rub her fingers along it.
He swallowed hard as he laid eyes on the largest item in the box. An extremely large and thick dildo he knew as ‘The Ogre’. It was nestle beside a black harness and a more humane looking black dildo of normal size. Llyrae would only bring out The Ogre when punishment was required on Saran. He had only had the ‘pleasure’ of meeting The Ogre twice before, and twice was more than enough for him.
“Been a bad boy, Saran?” She inquired, turning his face up to meet hers by his chin with her thumb and index finger.
“No, mommy!” He said quickly, his eyes like those of a deer in Nesingwary’s rifle sights at the question.
“Good, then I guess we won’t be needing The Ogre tonight. Come, attach the harness to me.” She said with a ruffle of his hair and a kind smile.
Saran was all too happy to remove everything but that frighteningly large dildo from the box. He snapped the lid shut and shoved it back under the bed quickly.
Tonight was to be a night of celebration and he wouldn’t have it marred by that infernal thing.
The Warden Mother
Loriandra’s training session with Val’s mother have become more intense as of late. The Warden Mother is a woman of strength and she intends to forge Lori into a mighty Warden.
Wew, back at last from my Samurai holiday in Ghost of Tsushima. So here’s the first of two very “dommy mommy” projects coming up. This one was commissioned by Loriandra who has also seen some edits to their model. Also, first appearance of Val’s mother, Aethera!
COMMISSIONED BY: LORIANDRA
Loriandra gazed up from the floor where her loss had put her. Aethera Leafwhisper hit like a siege weapon and she didn’t pull her punches even in a training spar. Lori had done well to last as long as she did but Aethera was a trained huntress, battle hardened for over ten thousand years and she hadn’t lost a step in all that time.
Lori was in shape but Aethera was in peak condition, especially for an Elf of her age. There wasn’t much fat on the pair of them but Aethera was definitely more toned and defined than the young Kaldorei.
“Well fought, Lori. You need to work on covering your lower defenses, you left yourself wide open and that’s why you lost.” Aethera explained, her motherly but firm tone not one of gloating or taunting but that of a teacher.
“Will I ever be able to beat you?” Lori asked with a hint of despair, her eyes running up the equally naked form of Aethera before settling on her face. The resemblance to Valnoressa was uncanny, nobody could deny that she was Val’s mother. Aethera had wondered if Val might look like her mother someday. Albeit probably a less tough looking version but she would bet her life Val would have wide motherly hips and well placed deposits of fat in all the right places by the time she reached her mother’s age.
Those stray thoughts had manifested themselves however. Causing Aethera to raise a brow at the growing she-cock between Lori’s legs. “You’d first need to beat your lewd thoughts about my daughter, Lori.” She said poking the under side of Lori’s balls with her toes.
Lori wondered if she was a mind reader at first, before glancing down at her fully erect cock and slamming her thighs together to hide it. “Ah! Sorry mother!” she said.
It was then that Aethera pulled Lori’s thighs apart and peered down at her. “I did warn you about those lower defenses, dear.” Aethera said firmly.
Before she knew it, Aethera was pushing Lori’s legs backwards into something called ‘The Stranglethorn Position’. Supposedly it had been used by a tribe of Stranglethorn troll women who would capture adventurous human men and hump them in this position. Yet something told Lori that Aethera had been using it a lot longer.
“Lets strengthen these lower defenses shall we?” Aethera announced as she lowered herself down and let Lori’s cock slip inside her. Yet from there on the Warden Mother began to thrust down the length so much that her rear would smack against Lori’s pink nuts.
Loriandra was exhausted already from the spar but Aethera was relentless. She assumed she had reached the limits of her physicality through the endless running laps and ass kicking sparring matches with her motherly mentor. Yet they paled in comparison to being the Warden Mother’s sexual partner.
“Where’s that stamina you have with my daughter, Lori?” Aethera taunted, smirking down at the trainee Warden who was somewhere between moaning in pleasure and whimpering in discomfort. In spite of the fact that Lori was the one with the cock, Aethera was the one doing the fucking.
The Warden Mother had Lori’s legs pushed back, spread and in her grasp by the ankles as the youthful trainee lay on her back. Aethera’s own powerful hips were thrusting down onto Lori’s fat pink cock like she was the one with the endowment. Aethera’s thrusts and body language were that of pure dominance over the well hung Kaldorei girl.
“Let your mind wander during my lessons, will you? Think you can do as you please?” Aethera said with a growl in her raspy matured voice. This was after all a punishment and Lori was learning the hard way. This was not the first endowed Kaldorei woman Aethera had encountered in her long lifetime and it almost certainly wouldn’t be the last. Yet they all seemed to act bigger than they were because of that big cock between their legs. Aethera Leafwhisper was an expert at putting these kind of women in their place. Lori’s own mother had felt this wrath hundreds of years ago from Aethera.
“F-forgive me, Mother!” Lori cried out. Aethera wasn’t her real mother of course, but ever since the loss of her real parents she and the Leafwhisper family had taken care of her. Aethera saw Lori as something of a surrogate daughter in a way, and she was fond of her real mother. Aethera had allowed Lori to call her mother back when the girl was a teen and it had stuck.
Lori felt like those powerful motherly hips were going to send her through the ground and it wasn’t too far from the truth. The pendulum like swing of Aethera’s brutish thrusts down to the base of Lori’s cock was beginning to form cracks on the ground under the pair. Such was the strength of the Warden Mother’s hips.
Aethera knew exactly what she was doing, every stroke she made was a perfect one. Each of them bringing Lori closer to her climax. She sped up her assault and peered down at Lori’s submissive and pleasured face, a hard blush worn like a mask across her flustered cheeks.
Aethera smiled, whispering to herself. “Just like her mother.” She said quietly in approval, before pushing Lori over the edge with a final flurry of thrusts. Lori’s head rolled back and her body seized up as she fired out rope after rope of her seed inside the Warden Mother. If she was exhausted before she was absolutely shattered now. Lori lay on the floor panting for air as Aethera slid off her cock. She had been doing all the work and she wasn’t even sweating.
Remnants of the seed she had offloaded inside Val’s mother caked down the edges of her cock as it flopped over into a flaccid state. Aethera stood up and peered down with that matured harsh expression and nodded.
“Not bad, Lori. I’ll make a Warden out of you yet. Take tomorrow off to recover, your hips are going to hurt in the morning.” She said with a nod and a hint of approval at her own work. Aethera patted herself with a towel before hanging it around her neck.
As the Warden Mother left, Lori turned her head to watch her leave. A blush sitting on her cheeks again as she smiled.
“Yes, mother.”
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.