Blood Elf
Anything with a blood elf
To be an SI:7 agent requires a great amount of skill and situational awareness. As perhaps the most important members of the Stormwind military, working in total secrecy, operatives are trained to use any and all methods at their disposal to achieve their goals. So when conventional manners of retreiving information break down, sometimes they have no choice but to improvise…
Before long, and with the help of multiple bottles of Kal’Dorei wine, the discussion heads in an altogether different direction… As their assault on Suramar City looms ever closer, Lady Liadrin meets with Tyrande Whisperwind in an attempt to discuss the growing discontent between their respective camps.
“Ha! How does it feel to have a real cock pounding you?” Embris taunted, a light smile crossing his face as he looked down on the exotic prone female before him. “Dis it? I guess it ain’t bad, bit small compared to da Amani tho.” Anu’aka shot back, biting her lip gently as she hoped her barb would bring out his wilder side.
“Why you… you Savage! I will show you my power!” Embris yelled as he grabbed her legs, pushing as hard and deep as he could. “Dat’s betta!” she whispered, peeking over as the camera as it moved it’s gaze over her body.
Xixibit sighed, “Less talking, more banging!” as he kept the camera rolling.
Twas the night before Winter’s Veil, and all through the mound, not an ogre was burping, not making a sound. The meats were all hung by the cooking pits with clumsy, hoping Greatfather Winter would not consider decor all quite ugly. Yet far in the back, one ogre fell in surprised from where he stood, as the “Elf On A Dick” inserted him, as deep as she could. “Good boys get presents!” the elf said with a moan, “But naughty boys are better, because they get to bone!” The ogre laughed his agreement as he started to buck, his ridiculous manhood forced deeper, “Oh fuck! fuck… FUCK!”
In an attempt to quell the bloody feud between their two factions, high ranking members of Silvermoon City and the Exodar hold a secret meeting to settle their differences.
Prison Log #254: Prison Log #255: Prison Log #256: Prison Log #253:
The prisoners continue their habit of non-cooperation. As per the captain’s orders, the males and females have been separated into different cells and their clothing has been removed. Brennan took a right bollocking for not having this done in the first place and has now been entrusted to guarding the latrines on the outskirts of the base.
The prisoners seem more restless than usual. Whether this is a result merely of their continued captivity or of their segregation is unclear as they continue to shout expletives at the translator when approached. I’ve caught Hayes eyeing up the blood elf girl when he thinks I’m not looking. Suppose I can’t blame him.
A new prisoner was carted in during the night. A big black tauren with white markings all over his body. He was caught molesting some poor draenei girl not far from the base and sent three men to the infirmary when a patrol interrupted him. The captain thinks he could prove useful for labour work but a lot of the recruits think he should be executed immediately.
The captain wants the prisoners moved. With the addition of the tauren yesterday he thinks the cells will no longer be fit to house any more Horde we capture. He’s going to oversee the move to the old barracks himself as we have no more guards to spare for such a task. Some of the newer recruits are a bit wary of moving such a group with so few swords but the captain doesn’t foresee any problems, they’re unarmed and naked after all.
