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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…

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 Darnassian Spy

He awoke naked and shackled to the floor of a Silvermoon cell, cursing his own stupidity for allowing himself to be captured. His honour demanded that he fall upon his own sword before allowing himself into the hands of the enemy.

He wasn’t alone in his cell either. A lithe, red lipped and black-haired blood elf stood over him, smirking ever so slightly as he struggled against his manacles. 

“You’re not a very good spy, are you?” she said.

Not willing to give her the satisfaction, he remained silent.

“Hiding out in the open and carrying a document with the symbol of Darnassus on it? It’s a wonder you made it to Eversong at all.” She tutted. “Well as you must have guessed, I’ve been sent here to question you.”

“You’ll get nothing from me.” was his reply. He cursed himself again, for breaking his silence so quickly.

“Oh, I think I will. They all reveal their secrets in the end.”

I’ve trained in resisting torture, he thought. If this shrew thinks I’ll submit so easily, she’s got another thing coming.

But she didn’t reach for any torture implements, nor did she even ask any more questions. Instead she began to remove her armour, piece by piece, revealing a perfect pair of breasts and a behind that would turn the most devout of priests against their vows. He could feel himself harden and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Perhaps he didn’t want to.

“I like to have some fun with my captives first.” she purred. “However long you last is how long you postpone the agony that is to come.”

As she mounted his cock, all hope of resisting left him. He knew he would never last as much as five minutes. All he could do was try to break free of his cuffs before he climaxed… 

Fel Friday! Hoarding Crystals!

When Felina caught the blood elven woman sneaking around a local Alliance mine, her first reaction was perhaps more brutal than she would like to admit. Her anger, however, was swiftly quelled upon seeing exactly what sort of crystals the elf had been trying to steal. The sin’dorei was a deadly match, no doubt, but her arms were brimming with purple crystals of various sizes, and she could do nothing but stand helplessly before the infuriated human warlock.

But Felina smirked upon seeing the blood elf’s embarrassed face. “You poor thing, you’re blushing! What have you got there?” She leaned forward, eager to inspect the stolen crystals. The blood elf shrugged, looking down at her feet in shame.

“Oh, I’m sure you know, sweetie. And I think I know what you intend to do with them, too!” She winked flirtatiously, and the elf’s cheeks grew even redder, her freckles blazing with discomfort.

Felina moved closer, close enough for them to feel each others’ breath upon their skin. She stroked the red, elven hair, twirling it between her fingers and whispered: “Don’t be ashamed. I do it too.”

She was, of course, referring to the crystals in the young elf’s arms. Draenic crystals were famous for their variety of uses, but these in particular were mostly sought after for their vibrational properties.

Felina purred as her slender hand ventured underneath the blood elf’s plate armor. “How about,” she whispered, “I show you a trick or two back at my place. These babies do wonders when infused with fel.”

The sin’dorei nodded stiffly, and a shy smile soon followed on her once worried face.

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Fuck Friday! Stormshield Delight!

It was afternoon in Stormshield, and Lekira was admiring the view from the inn’s nearby gazebo. She stared longingly towards the horizon and sighed. Of all the places in Draenor, this gazebo was her favorite. At night, she would come here to gaze at the stars, wondering which of them could be Azeroth, and if, maybe, someone back home was missing her. By day, she would let the sun warm her deep-purple skin, let the ocean breeze blow upon her face and listen to the sounds of the sand scavengers scuttling about on the beach down below. And she would be alone. The wonders of nature were mostly druidic affairs – not something a brutish warrior or a devious rogue would be capable of appreciating.

But Lekira would turn out to be wrong. Since her arrival, she had sensed a presence, and she grew more sure of it as she stood there. A quick spell chanted under her breath revealed, of all things, a blood elven man.

Lekira raised an eyebrow. “So tell me, why do you hide in the shadows like that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he suavely retorted. “I am a rogue. It is what I do. That and I was afraid of how you would react to seeing a blood elf lurking around in your city.”

“Fair point,” Lekira sighed. “Most of my allies refuse to see past old grudges. It’d be wise to stay hidden. But then, no one ever comes here besides me, so there might not be much of a point.”

The blood elf looked at her in slight disbelief. “You wouldn’t call the guards?”

Lekira laughed. “Nah, I am not much for war of any kind, and this gazebo happens to be the point in Stormshield that’s furthest away from the bloodshed in Ashran.”

“I am glad you are not like them. I do not fit well with my allies either. They hold the same resentments as yours, and they do not tend to appreciate beauty the same way as you Alliance folk do.”

“Beauty?”

“Yes, of course!” He gestured around them – to the vines growing on the trellis, the clouds in the sky, the waves upon the sea. “This beauty. It takes me back to my home. To Quel’Thalas. You don’t see these things in Orgrimmar, or Tanaan for that matter.”

Lekira could feel her cheeks grow red. This was rather unexpected. A perceptive rogue, and a Horde, no less. A single ray of sunlight fell upon his face, and her heart began to beat faster. “Well,” she said, “I’d be happy if you kept me company for a while.”

The blood elf smiled. “As would I.”

As they stood there, side by side in the afternoon sun, they talked and laughed. Eventually, an unintentional touch of hands evolved into flirting, and flirting into… Well, you’re a grown-up, you can guess the rest.

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Fel Friday! Bound and Broken!

Ravage growled with hunger in his eyes as he approached his newest slave. Sage, a young blood elf, winced at his touch, her shackles and chains rustling nervously in the hot air.

“What’s the matter, elf?” Ravage grinned, blotting his sharp teeth. “Such an unspoiled body… It begs to be defiled.”

The fel orc’s member had swollen to an impressive size, and Sage could not help but stare at it in both awe and fear. With a jerk, Ravage lifted her by the legs. Defenselessly hanging from the fel chains that bound her, the orc had his way.

Her quiet whimpering and short, involuntary moans of pleasure were outrivaled by his grunts and the slick sounds of his massive cock ruthlessly pounding her. She felt as though the horror would never come to an end, and the longer he continued to abuse her, the more she hoped that it wouldn’t.

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One-Eyed Prey

“Ouch” Grok whimpered as he began to return to consciousness, his head still throbbing from the intense blow.  He knew someone had been hunting him since he entered the Ghostlands, but even with all his skills, he was unable to keep track of the illusive stalker until she was upon him, her golden eyes shining through the darkness.  Though he put up a hard fought fight, she took him down with a well placed crack over the head.

As his eye came back into focus, he looked down to see himself hogtied on the dirt floor, completely naked.  Before another word could leave his mouth, he heard the sound of an axe embedding itself into the ancient tablet behind him with a TWACK, “By the ancestors!” he remarked as he looked around to see other throwing axes littered around him.

“Ah, da prey be awake.” he heard a sultry voice speak from the shadows, the two familiar golden eyes trained on him. “I am not a training dummy!” Grok protested, only to view a spear come screaming toward his face and forcing him to flinch.  The spear missing his good eye by only a few inches.

“Okay!” Grok said, giving out a sigh of relief that he didn’t become entirely blind, “What is it you want, troll?” He heard a chuckle as the figure walked from the shadows and into view, giving the orc his first good look and taking him by surprised, “You… are not…” he attempted to say before losing focus and scanning her closely. The warpaint that covered her tan skin were unmistakably troll, but her body, face and ears were of elven quality.  “Who are you?”

“Anu’aka” she purred as she looked down with a smile, letting her eyes wander to the orcs massive cock. “Ya be a challenge da hunt, den ya be throwing practice. Ya belong ta me, for now.”

Grok didn’t realize it, but his attraction had gotten the better of him, his cock starting to raise as he looked over her defined curves and toned body.

“So what do I have to do to get out of this mess?” Grok asked her, his tone going from distressed to playful, hoping to lighten the mood.  “Dat depends…” she said coyly, her eyes never leaving his cock.  With slow intention she pulled up her shirt, exposing her supple breasts, before ripping it off and throwing it to the side.  Next came her shorts, and then gloves and boots.  All the while Grok felt himself getting harder and harder.

“I tell ya wat, orc.  I be needing some release.  Ya give me dat, and I will consider letting ya go.” Grok could feel his dick throbbing, now hard and erect as she leaned her nude, shimmering body over him, “Deal?”

Grok was unsure, “Does this mean you will untie me?” he asked with a smile, Anu’aka just biting her lip as she turned around, “No. I like ya like dis. Maybe after da first hour or two.” Grok leaned back, his mind swimming as she began to lift up her ass and bringing it down to his throbbing cock, “Oh fuck, what have I gotten myself into…!”

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