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Finger Sparks and Fireworks!

That evening, Felina became acquainted with a high elven hunter from the Trueshot Lodge in Highmountain; he had traveled far to partake in the Kirin Tor’s famous New Year celebrations. Unfortunately, the mood of their conversation reflected that of the party: it was rather awkward and mundane. But once the Darnassian night elves arrived with their many barrels worth of smuggled arcwine, the festivities quickly took a different turn!

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Fel Friday! Breaks Over, Jaina!

Huge thanks to Liard for letting me use his human base to make this new Jaina model.

Prison Break

 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.

Prison Log #254:
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.

Prison Log #255:
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. 

Prison Log #256:
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.
  

The Harpy Roost (Tumblr Milestone Celebration)

For a number of days villagers near the base of a large mountain in Western Kalimdor were reporting strange sounds emanating from the crown. At night they could hear raucous cawing that would go on for hours and during the day, in the silhouette of the sun, large, winged creatures could be spotted flying to and from the summit. 

Being a small village consisting of mostly farmers, they were too afraid to investigate the mountain proper and instead looked to adventurers to aid them. As luck would have it, a party of five returning from combat in Feralas found themselves passing through their humble settlement, and upon seeing the frightful looks in the villagers eyes, took up the cause with zeal.

Climbing up to the peak carefully, they caught their first glimpse of the creatures that had put the entire village on end. As they had anticipated, a tribe of harpies had taken this mountain for their new home. There was something very strange about these harpies, though. They were unlike any group they had ever seen, being of multiple colours and bearing different markings.

Approaching their roost with weapons drawn, ready to drive the bird-women from the mountain, they discovered an even stranger oddity. These harpies didn’t seem to be hostile in any way shape or form. Never before had they seen a harpy tribe not attack foreigners on sight. Looking around the modest clearing they spotted none of the telltale signs of a harpy roost. No remains of their victims, no skull totems and not even any despoiling of the environment.

Feeling rather bewildered, the party lowered their weapons and immediately upon doing so a white harpy with red markings on her face approached their night elf hunter affectionately. Trying to think of a way to greet the creature, the hunter was taken completely by surprise as the harpy got close to him and pulled down his leg-guards. Unable to contemplate a reaction, the hunter could only look on in total shock as she proceeded to take his member into her mouth.

The rest of his party were not quite as slow to react and realised straight away just exactly how friendly these harpies truly meant to be…

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 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…

You No Take Candle!

After a long day of mining throughout Elwynn Forest with little results, our young heroine spots an abandoned looking mine off in the distance. Not one to pass up an opportunity for potential loot, she quickly makes her way towards it.

Venturing deep inside reveals that the mine is bountiful indeed. She picks every last piece of copper ore that can be found before reaching a large room with a dead end. Laden down with her spoils, she decides to grab one last node and make her way back to Goldshire.

Suddenly, mid-swing, she hears a voice from behind her. 

“You no take candle.” it says.

She turns around to see a small rat-like creature at the entrance to the room, a lit candle adorning its misshapen head.

“Oh. Hello there, I thought this mine was abandoned.” she says, all smiles.

“You no take candle!” the creature says again, more forcefully this time.

“Candle? I don’t need any candles. I’m here for the copper, little guy. There’s plenty of candles at the Lion’s Pride Inn.”

“You no take candle!” it repeats once more. The creature begins to advance towards her, with more of them revealing themselves from behind.

Before she realises what’s happening, they’re on her, removing her armour and tearing at the clothing underneath. Her mining pick drops to the ground and her loot spills out across the cave floor. 

She tries and fails to reach for the pick and her shouts of defiance are muffled as one of the creatures forces itself into her mouth.

Looks like she’s going to have to let this one play out… 

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