The stars were bright over the skies of Dalaran. Though not as busy as it had been in times since the fall of the Lich King, the streets were still crowded with young travelers attempting to make names for themselves in the cold, wild lands of the north.
The busiest place had become The Legerdemain Lounge, known for it’s fine drinks and proximity to the famous wine and cheese shops. It had rooms adorned with finery and silk, making it a favorite to travelers and locals alike. As many drank and celebrated, one such room was occupied by two unlikely companions.
“Come with me, Sylandria. I fear something horrible will happen soon.” came the voice of the human, his face young yet worn by conflict. The other figure stood silent in the corner, her elven robes adorned in crimson and gold, “You are exaggerating.” she replied, her raven hair done up into small pigtails. She turned, eyes glowing a dim emerald peered back at the human, “We Sunreavers don’t involve ourselves with the conflict in the south.”
The human frowned, his brow narrowing, “I don’t believe that for a second.” he threw back sternly, crossing his arms before him. The elven woman smirked, looking over at the doorway to make sure it was closed. Sylandria walked softly up to her companion, moving her hand through his brown hair lovingly. “Joseph, did I ever tell you that you worry too much?” she answered with a warm smile, Joseph turning his head in mild resistance.
She enjoyed her teasing, rising up on her toes to kiss him along his neck. His eyes closed as she traced a line down towards his chest, reaching around slowly to unbuckle his breastplate. “Sylandria, I am serious…” he said, attempting to fight back her charms.
She continued her movement, now pulling down his chest plate, her lips gliding on his skin down to his abdomen. She reached around, pulling on the straps of his legplates. Joseph felt the room heat up with each caress, “Please…” he said one more time.
Sylandria stopped her advance, looking up at him with narrow eyes, “I can’t…” she said softly, “It’s not about my loyalties here, I just…” she began to say, before pausing. Joseph leaned over, grabbing her softly by the chin, “Why then?” he asked, pulling her in for a soft kiss. Sylandria felt embarrassed a rare event for her, “Our kinds are in bitter conflict. If the Alliance should find out they would disgrace you as a traitor.” she continued, her eyes tearing gently.
Joseph smiled, pulling her in for another long kiss. The two held close, refusing to let the other go until finally Joseph pulled himself away. “If it comes to that, then so be it.” he said sternly, making sure she heard every word, “I would rather spend the rest of my life in exile then another day without you at my side.”
Sylandria blushed at his words, another warm smile crossing her face. As the two stood she pushed him down, sitting him on the silk bed. She stepped back, gently grabbing the ties of her robe and letting them loose, the whole garment falling quickly off her shapely form, showing that nothing else was underneath them. She moved forward again, laying her body close to his and kissing him gently, “Well when you put it that way, I accept.” she whispered in his ear, finishing the unbuckling of his legplates,
Joseph felt his heart sore, as he touched her soft, golden thighs. “Then let us make our last night in Dalaran one to remember, my dear.”
Sorry for the delay. Had a rough weekend and already a pretty rough week. Hopefully things will go better sooner rather then later.
Sneeki felt her blood race as she sprinted, the light from the magic conduits being her only guide out this blue dragon freakshow. She perked up her ears, the sudden scream coming from far behind her, “What do you mean it’s gone!?”
Sneeki giggled to herself as she kept running, the magical artifact held tight to her chest. She didn’t have much use for it, but she figured it would get her a pretty penny back in Dalaran. The others would understand, or not, she didn’t really care.
As she turned another corner, she noticed a strange glow. Green runes adorned the floor just in front of her, catching her off guard. She decided to make a break for it, running at full speed towards the runes. As she came upon the runes, a strange fire overtook the spot in front of her and a figure materialized, her head knocking directly into it’s metal shin. “Oof!” she said as she was stunned, the world spinning quickly around her.
“I knew putting that demon gate back here was a good idea.” came the familiar voice of the groups warlock, Sneeki’s eyes came back into focus just in time to see the angry snarl of a Fel Guard reaching for her and lifting her up by the cuffs of her armor.
“Hey put me down!” she yelled, as the artifact was ripped from her hands by the demonic entity. She looked over as the warlock himself stepped forward, taking the artifact into his hands. “You know we were rolling for this, not very nice to steal it.” he said with a condescending grin.
“I deserved it more then you losers!” she snarked back, kicking and squirming as the demon held her tight.
The warlocks face turned to even further amusement, “Deserved it? My demon and I were going to return the artifact for a proper roll with the others… though now I think I should show you what you really deserve.
The warlock waved his hands, the demon grabbing both side of her armor and pulling quickly, ripping the whole outfit in two. Sneeki’s eye grew wide and she stopped moving for a bit as she looked down at the demon, his snarl turning to a twisted grin.”Huh oh…”
This one was a little faster then the last one, but I think it turned out well. This was the bonus to make up for missing last week. Now time to finish up that poll for the upcoming animation week!
Kyrina felt her head spin as her eyes came into focus, the cold ache of the stone cutting into her back. She pulled on her arms, and felt rope around her wrists. It was growing tighter with each struggle. “What… where..?” she said nervously.
A voice came to her side, the ghostly echo all too familiar, “They must have hit you pretty hard if you forgot already.” Kyrina turned her head swiftly to meet the burning gaze of her forsaken companion, Diana, her light green body exposed for all to see. Kyrina looked down to see her own robes were missing, she gasped as a look of shock crossed her face. She began to struggle with greater fervor, “Oh no no no!” she yelled.
Her memory came back all too quickly, the Vrykul fortress, the cursed treasure, she though it would be simple for the two of them to go in and take it. “That little Goblin lied to us!” she yelled again, still struggling, “He said this place was empty!”
Diana looked at her with a cold stare, “Stay calm, Kyrina, why are you acting so manic?” she said, leaning back gently on the stone wall. Kyrinas eyes narrowed at her companion, “Oh you don’t have to worry, but we all know what will happen here!”
Diana raised her brow, strangely calm for the development they found themselves in, “And what would that be?”
Kyrina stopped struggling, her wrists growing sore, “I am a blood elf…” she answered, her eyes flaring with pride. “You just know what they will do to me. They will ravage my body over and over for days!” she almost yelled.
Diana laughed, her voice unsettling to Kyrinas elven ears, “You don’t know the Vrykul all that well, do you?”
Suddenly a sound came from a distance as a massive door opened. In strolled a Vrykul warrior, his eyes fixated on the two women chained to the wall. He began to unbuckle the straps to his armor, removing it as he approached them. Kyrina felt her body ache, “I told you! I… I am sorry you have to watch Diana!”
As the Vyrkul got close he stared at Kyrina, looking at her body carefully, “Be gentle!” she yelled, her eyes closing as she bit her lip and awaited her fate.
She waited, and waited, but all she heard was a grunt as the feeling of the Vrykuls presence left her side. She opened her eyes just in time to see the giant had already unwrapped Daina’s ropes from where they were attached to the wall. “By the sun! What…?” she said, her brow going up in both shock and confusion.
Kyrina felt her blood boil as she watched the Vrykul roughly push her companion to the ground, “I am a blood elf! I am the one that’s supposed to be fucked here! You get back here this instant!”
As the Vrykul pulled on Diana’s ropes and began to penetrate her, she looked up with a vile and satisfied grin, “Everyone knows, Vrykul don’t care for other races…” she licked her lips, “But they love to fuck with death.”
I know this one may not be the cup of tea of everyone, so just don’t view it if the thumbnail makes you squeamish. However, I wanted to stretch myself a bit and attempt one of the races I have not done in a while. Forsaken seemed like the perfect one to fit with the Vrykul.
Another update will be done this week of the second poll image, plus the new poll itself. Hope everyone had a great weekend.
Jandice Barov looked down at the night elf strapped to the table, his eyes flickering in and out of consciousness. She moved her ghostly hand up and down his naked body, “Oh what we could have done…” she whispered as the door swung open, and in walked two of her students. ___
“You wished to… oh… oh my…” said the high elf, her cheeks turning red as she looked at the table. Behind her the gnome was more curious then embarrassed, “Are we practicing dissection today?” she inquired. __
Jandice laughed, her haunted echo filling the chamber, “No. This one stumbled into our campus, and I felt it was a perfect time for a more… unique study session.” Jandice’s form dissipated from sight as she finished her sentence, appearing swiftly behind her students and taking them by surprise. “As my two brightest, you get the first session. Now get undressed for some… sexual… education.” Ook
She watched with glee as the two students did as they were told without question. She didn’t expect to actually teach them anything, but while her body was long gone, she figured there were other ways to sate her terrible lust. ___
“Class is in session.”
The vote was pretty close that time, Western Plaguelands winning by only a single vote! You guys got your poor soul (lucky soul?) lost in Scholomance!
I did feel pretty bad for Four Winds though, and since I had an idea in my head for it, I decided to make a less sexy, more humorous image as a bonus. Some may like it, some might not.
Want to see it? Well I am not feeling so much like giving it out up front. You may have to find it hidden in this post.