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Beach Booties ‘n Booze – Featuring Grok and Val!

The sun hung brightly over Stranglethorn Vale, baking down upon the three friends as they caroused about in the pleasant waters. The goblin brews had kicked in a good while back, so what was once mere splashing and innocent romping had now grown to involve a wide range of more lascivious behavior.

Grok, of course, was the center of attention. Both Felina and Val clung to his green body, gasping as his large hands found way down their bikini bottoms. The game was over, the girls had won, and the beach ball was already floating steadily back to shore.

“Sorry you two,” Grok said, “I don’t have any prize on me.”

“Oh,” Felina muttered dreamily, her slender fingers venturing down towards the orc’s groin. “I beg to differ…”

As if rehearsed, the two girls both pulled down the orc’s swim shorts, sending his manhood swinging before their desirous eyes. Felina bit the back of her finger as Val reached out for the massive cock, tugging ambitiously at it.

Grok laughed. “Perhaps we should take this back to the beach?”

“But we only brought one chair,” Felina moaned. “I just hate getting sand everywhere. Ugh, and I mean everywhere.”

“Tell you what,” Val grinned, “I think I know an exercise or two that’ll have that sand bounce right back off you.”

“And she means bounce,” Grok emphasized. He guided the two girls back to shore, one at each side, his hands giving their buttocks a playful squeeze as they rose out of the water.

“Ah-ah,” Val said, wagging a pink finger at Felina. “I’m the oldest, I go first.”

“But,” Felina said, perplexed, “you’re a night elf. How is that fair? How old are you even?”

“Older than you, and that’s all that matters.” She turned to face Grok. “I need to tame the beast. You know, so you don’t get hurt when it’s your turn.”

“Get hurt… Wha? Grok! Say something!”

Grok only shrugged, giving off a light chuckle. “I don’t know. Val does seem particularly determined to go first. I don’t think we should anger her.”

Felina tensed up in response, her irises flashing ominously with fel energy before forcing herself to relax. “Fine! Whatever. I have some reading to do anyway. Damn it, I really wish the Legion wasn’t invading right now…”

And thus Felina was forced to wait her turn as Val straddled the handsome orc and descended upon his throbbing cock. Not even the chaotic runes in the young warlock’s tome could retain her attention when Grok began to pound ferociously into the night elf.

Biting her lip, Felina grew increasingly restless and desperate as her friends’ moans filled the hot air. The tingly feelings of the saltwater drying on her skin were quickly outrivalled by those of emptiness in her nethers. All she cared about was when the time would come for that emptiness to be filled.

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The Highbone

In an attempt to expedite her magical training, Saoirse heads to Dire Maul to see what secrets the Highborne have to offer…

Hotdogs at the Darkmoon Faire

This isn’t exactly what our orcish friend here had in mind when the night elf propositioned him.

He’s hungry. 🙁

The Scourge Take Azeroth – Part Two

As the Scourge continue their campaign of destruction across Azeroth, the Lich King sends his dreaded Val’kyr to deal with the gunships defending the skies of Stormwind. 

Caught by surprise, the crews manage to put up a brave fight against their attackers before being ultimately overwhelmed. As the battle comes to a close, the Val’kyr set to work resurrecting their would be foes into the ranks of the undead.

Alliance Hospitality

They had found her skulking outside the Stormwind Keep on wet a summer’s evening. She’d been well armoured and had been eyeing up an important looking nobleman with a blade in her hand, ready to strike.

She had cut down the first four guards who’d tried to capture her with ease. The next four proved somewhat luckier, only suffering severe wounds as she had tried to make her escape, while another six got away with minor injuries. In the end it had taken almost an entire platoon to finally apprehend her.

Her armour and weapons removed, they marched her naked through the city streets. The Stockades were her eventual destination, though not her final one they thought. A guard killer would almost certainly face execution in their near future. But the soldiers escorting her had other ideas first. Taking a shortcut through Old Town, they found themselves on a deserted pathway that no longer saw much travel after Deathwing’s attack. The city slept while the guards had their fun.

The lieutenant had the privilege of taking her first, opting for her mouth as his port of call. His men looked on, like good soldiers they obeyed orders and waited their turn. By the turn of midnight, they had all had their way with her before finally handing her over to the gaolers.

But she had been patient, never crying out and taking everything and anything that the guards gave her, to their joy and their chagrin. None of them ever expected that she would escape the city later that night, or that not a single one of them would ever live to see the morrow…

The Elemental Test

The mage sighed as she looked over the books she’d borrowed from the Dalaran library.

“A frost mage” she said to herself. “I just had to be a frost mage.”

Saoirse had been trying and failing to summon a water elemental for hours and was making no progress whatsoever. None of the books she had picked out seemed to offer any answers.

“What am I, a shaman?” she cried after some time. “I don’t see fire mages summoning fire elementals! This is just a big waste of time.”

She was about to give up when she spotted on an old, worn and dusty tome labled ‘The True Applications of Frost Magic’. Opening it carefully, she went to the chapter regarding the summoning of elementals. The illustrations here were a great deal different from the other books, with one showing a water elemental and its master engaging in an act she couldn’t quite make out.

Figuring she had nothing left to lose, she copied the methods listed on the page and with an exertion of magical energy that nearly caused her to collapse she finally summoned her watery minion.

It hovered there in front of her exactly as she had envisioned it, with one exception. It had a large, green cock hanging from its base. Blushing, the mage crept towards it slowly, hoping it wasn’t hostile.

To make sure it was in fact hers to control, she ordered it to move to the left. It did. She ordered it to move to the right. It did.

She then realised what the illustrations were and with a jolt of courage she hadn’t thought was in her, she undressed herself and ordered it to fuck her right then and there. It obeyed without hesitation…

The Scourge Take Azeroth – Part One

In an alternate universe, the Prince of Darkness proves victorious in the frozen wastes of Northrend, defeating the armies of the Alliance and the Horde and dismantling the Ashen Verdict once and for all.

While the Scourge sweep across the rest of Azeroth, destroying everything in their path, The Lich King personally sees to a select few individuals who would dare to defy him…

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