Monday Quickie! The Fireside Fling

“Won’t your husband be pissed when he gets back? I am allergic to getting maimed.” the Kaldorei said nervously. Lyrosa laughed, “Don’t be so worried. He does this all the time. He won’t be back till the moon sets and the sun rises.” The Kaldorei let out a yelp as a claw pricked his back, Lyrosa smiling playfully, “Though if you don’t make me cum, I can’t promise I won’t maim you myself, elfy boy.”

April Fools!

After looking over all my footage, I realize that with some hard work I could get the video released earlier then expected! Hope it was worth the wait! Enjoy!

Weekly Random-A-Thon Image #11

Weekly Random #11

It was a festive night on the eve of Winters Veil, but Bron felt himself pacing nervously.  “No no no she can’t be here!” he muttered to himself as he looked down at the roaring fire in the fireplace.

A sudden noise caught his attention at the door, followed by a load bang.  Bron felt sweat drip down his forehead as he awaited what was coming.

Another slam followed, and his iron door buckled under the force.  Two large men quickly entered, a lumbering ogre and a human covered in scars.  They pushed aside his now mangled door to make way, bowing for the one behind them.

Bron swallowed his fear as she entered, her elegant finery a odd contrast to her sharpened claws and white razor teeth.  “Countess Vana… To what do… do I owe the pleasure…?” he barely spit out.

“I am disappointing in you, Bron.” she answered, brushing away some of her silken hair as she walked up to the fire, Bron noticing that her eyes avoided him.  “My associates in the city have informed me you stopped giving your contributions.”

Bron looked over to the two goons, the human sharpening his dagger as he smiled at the dwarf, “But… It’s Winters Veil!  I barely had enough money to get my children some gifts!” he yelled, hoping for an ounce of compassion.

“Winters Veil…” the Countess whispered, before letting out a great laugh.  “How silly…Where are the children anyways?”

Bron felt a knot fill his stomach, “With the wife at the festivities, they… they wanted to meet Greatfather Winter.  Please, leave them out of this!”

“Then I suggest you hand over your contribution, or I may have to take it another way.” she said

Bron reeled back, “I.. I already bought the presents…”  he said with fear filling his voice, he looked to the two goons now approaching him.  The Countess simply turned to him, a smile crossing her face, “You can stop, boys.”

Bron wondered if she had a change of heart, but the piercing gaze of her violet eyes removed that thought, “Then I guess we will take the presents as p… I am sure I can find a price for them during this ridiculous holiday.”

Bron’s face turned white as she and the goons turned  from the fireplace and walked to the tree, reaching down to pick up the gifts he worked hard to buy, “May Greatfather Winter have mercy on your soul…” he said, anger and sadness filling his heart.

“Did someone call?” came a sudden voice from the fireplace, Bron turning with surprise and glee, which lasted just long enough to notice the huge frame and green skin of the man standing before them,”Greatfather Winter?”

The orc smiled, “Not what you were expecting?” he said as he pulled a ridiculously large and festive rifle from his sack, “I get that a lot around here…  by the way… you might want to duck.”

Bron his the deck as the orc fired his rifle, launching what appeared to be a massive coal at the ogre, nailing him in the forehead.  The human was in shock over what had just happened, giving the orc enough time to launch a second barrage that clocked him too.  Both were quickly unconscious.

Bron looked up in astonishment as the orc pulled out another oddly decorated blunderbuss, pointing it quickly at the Countess, “What is the meaning of this!?” she yelled, flexing her claws and leaping into the air.  The orc was quick to compensate and fired, entangling the worgen noble in a huge wad of ribbon.

“Enough of this!” Bron yelled, getting up off the ground, “This is getting too crazy even for me!  I am going off to be with my family, you weirdos can do whatever you want!”

The orc watched as Bron stormed out the broken doorway, letting out a laugh.  He quickly moved up to the Countess, as she struggled trying hard to break from the extra strong ribbon.  “This is madness… why are you doing this?” she asked, staring deep into his red eyes.

The orc knelt down next to her, peering back as he unbuckled his pants, “You are on the naughty list…  and I get to deal with the naughty ones.”

Not much more to say, other then Merry Christmas!

Okay, one more thing to say, this worgen is an old character I designed but never used.  Might see more of her in the future.