Felina

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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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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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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Felina and Grok: Moving In(n)!

After a long time of exchanging flirtatious smiles across the inn, the desire finally became too much to bear for poor Felina. She got up and approached Grok, who, choking on his ale, was too flustered to do anything but sit back and watch as the young human disrobed in front of him. In less than a moment, he found her riding his green cock voraciously, and between her moans of pleasure he thought he could hear her swear that she would find out where he lived and move in with him.

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