It’s been a busy week. My fever broke on Wednesday but I had some bad congesstion afterwards and now my nose has been running since I woke up this morning all the way till now. I have gone through two tissue boxes and a roll of toilet paper, still not done. The event together with the sneezing and coughing as my body attempts to eject whatever was left of that plague inside me, has worn me out worst then the sickness did.
Still, I didn’t want to not post anything again. I wouldn’t really call it a random, but I continue to experiment in general 3D. This time, I put the two swingers from the earlier random and had them fucking in Robyn’s crew room. They are not part of the crew, mind you, but paid well for a little transport out of Booty Bay so they could get some more private time. At least that is what I tell myself to explain why I used them for the test.
Besides, Robyn is all for some random fucking on her ship, as long as they don’t leave her out when she gets the itch.
Now to hope my nose gives it a rest soon so I can actually sleep.
And now off to….. “ACHOO”… off too… “HURK”… Off… “Cough”… Oh you get the idea! “SNIFF”
“Are you sure about this, sister?” Rayne said as they descended into the hallowed tree, the lanterns glowing dim in the abandoned halls. Kadis leaned over with her bow tight over her shoulder, taking some dirt into her hands and rubbing it together, “Something is here… I know that much.” she said as she rose up, turning to her nervous sister, “Whether it’s that two-headed beast or not, I can’t say…”
Rayne held her staff tight, attempting to use her druidic powers to speak to the roots and the critters that dwelled deep in the Barrow, but all of them lay silent, as if frightened by a great evil. She sighed with frustration, “It couldn’t be possible, the lunar festival ended yesterday. The great beast can’t leave the lake now, Elune would never allow it.” Kadis and Rayne continued on down the tunnel, Kadis keeping her keen eyes open for any movement, “That storm…” she whispered, touching a root which had a deep claw mark. Rayne’s mind turned to the night before, a storm had settled over the sky with clouds so thick that no moonlight could penetrate it. Rayne reached forward, putting her hand on her sisters shoulder, “You don’t think…”
Kadis looked at her and nodded softly, “Whatever it wants down here I dare not wish to see it succeed. We have to stop it while the trail is still fresh.” Rayne attempted to argue the point of getting more to help, but Kadis was no longer listening. Though twins, Kadis was often the much more brash of the two Rayne preferring a more reasoned and careful approach. Rayne shrugged off the anger, her concentration more dedicated to keeping the lingering fear out of her heart.
As they continued down they found the oldest of the Barrows, the empty shrines that once housed the eldest sleeping druids. Kadis walked over the wooden bridge to the central chamber, the lanterns still shining bright above her. She looked around for any further signs of the trail, only to slam her fist into the nearby bench, “It’s gone cold.” Rayne was puzzled, “Cold? How does something that large hide it’s trail!?”
Suddenly the two could feel a rumble, as the earth itself became jolted by a sudden burst of magical power. A bright light shot through one of the deepest halls and engulfing them. “Rayne!” Kadis yelled as she jumped at her sister, the two grabbing hold of each other to help brace for the magical onslaught. “The Lantern is destroyed. We are free…” came a deep, rumbling voice, followed by a bone chilling howl.
Rayne held her sister tight, “We need to get out of here!” she yelled, but neither could move from the powerful vortex. After what felt like ages the vortex of power finally ended, the magical light fleeing through the tunnels back to the surface. The two sisters slowly pulled away from each other, trying to grasp what had just happened, the light of the room now much more dim, the walls seemly surrounded by an unnatural darkness. As the two stood a figure materialized from the dark, “Elves!” it bellowed from it’s maw, eyes glowing red with demonic power. It looked like a worgen, but it’s features matching that of the corrupted beast known as Omen, the one they were hunting. “What in the… Rayne, transform and let’s finish this!” Kadis yelled, pulling up her bow and holding a arrow steady towards the beasts head. She let off the attack, the creature using shadowy power to dodge it with ease. Rayne concentrated, attempting to transform into a beast to help her sister take on the strange creature, “Something is holding back my powers, I can’t seem to…”
Kadis didn’t listen, her mind too focused on keeping up her attacks on the creature. She knew the beast must have found a way to alter it’s form and shed the old influences that made it weak versus the Goddess. She attempted to study it’s movements, planning her next attack, but then something else came to her mind. “Wait… didn’t the beast have two heads? How did it…” was all she could think until the muffled scream caught her attention. She turned, Rayne being held tight be another beast, it’s clawed hand covering her mouth as she struggled, “No!” Kadis yelled as she attempted to raise up her bow, the beast she had been shooting before catching her from behind. She attempted to struggle, but the beast soon brought it’s claws up to her neck, forcing her struggles to stop.
“Chosen of the false goddess…” one said, the other continuing, “… running so quickly into danger.” Kadis looked to Rayne, “Let my sister go! You can kill me! Make an example of me!” she yelled, Rayne struggling to speak herself as the creature kept her silent, “You were once a noble child of Elune, have mercy!” Kadis continued to beg.
“Mercy…” one said again, the other quickly picking it up, “… is for the weak” Kadis felt it reach around with it’s claws, and she was awaiting for her body to be ripped to shreds. “Yet killing you…” one said, “… would serve little purpose.” the other continued. Kadis watched as the other one reached over Rayne, slicing into her garments and forcing them to fall to the wayside with one precise cut. “What… what are you doing?” Kadis said, feeling the clawed hand cut slowly into her armor, slicing it off as if it were made of cloth. She felt a hot sensation as a wet tongue came forth and began to lick her ear.
“We have spent thousand of years…” one spoke, followed close by the other “… at the bottom of the lake.” It pushed both of them down, Rayne catching her breath from being nearly suffocated, her body shivering in the cold. “We carry many hungers…” they continued, “… great hungers…”
Rayne sighed, looking towards her sister as she felt the humanoid beast slide up over her, it’s massive cock rubbing on her exposed pussy, “Why is it anytime I listen to you, I find myself getting fucked on my knees?” Kadis shrugged, her hips feeling the other humanoid beast wrap his arms around her, “Well at least this time it’s a demi-god, so we are moving up I guess…”
Rayne felt the cock slide into her, a gasp crossing her face as she bite her lip, “I swear to the Goddess though, if I give birth to a litter of magic puppies I am so going to kill you.”
New vote will start tomorrow.
After a bit of consideration, and some annoyance over that whole “seizure” thing, I got to thinking. Why can’t I make a still shot version of the image too? Maybe even use it to experiment a bit? Thus the image you see above. Fixed a few of the things nagging me about the animation and decided to get a little more… climaxic? Can I trademark that word?
It was a warm evening in Booty Bay, Vexka could barely hear anything over the chatter that filled the tavern. She gazed across the table, looking intently at her mates clenched fists. “Krognor! Calm down! Enjoy a drink!” she yelled as she tossed one of the nearby mugs. He caught it effortlessly, chugging it down before returning to his seeming state of unrest, “What is wrong with you tonight, love?” she continued with a much quieter tone, some concern taking her brow.
Krognor looked up, his eyes almost seemed to be burning, “It’s been weeks since we had a good fight!” he screamed as he threw the empty mug across the room, hitting a goblin waiter in the side of the head. He fell with a thud, but almost no one in the tavern seemed to take notice.
Vexka laughed, but she felt the restlessness as well. The lethargy had left them both docile and restless, and she couldn’t even remember the last time they had grown intimate. She had planned to be with him tonight, but she did not know if it would help their built up aggression.
“Excuse me…” came a voice from behind her, and Krognor’s sudden rising from his seat was all she needed to know it was Alliance. She turned slowly to see two night elves looking down at her, arms crossed and a scowl of disapproval. She quickly climbed out of her seat to get on more even footing, “What?” she said bluntly.
The female stepped forward, “You gave that goblin a concussion. You should apologize.” she said, a sly smirk crossing her face as she looked past Vexka to her mate, his fists turning dark from how tight he was holding them. “Orcs don’t apologize.” Vexka answered sternly, getting in close to the elven woman’s face.
“My wife and I insist.” said the elven man, reaching his arm up and grabbing Vexka on the shoulder with a strong grip, pushing her threateningly. Vexka felt her blood heat up and she smiled, soon turning to her mate, “I think I know just what you need, love.”
Krognor nodded before letting out a roar and jumping over the table. He collided with the elven man as the two started furiously exchanging blows. Vexka threw out her own punch at the elven woman, but was quickly blocked, “Very well then…” the woman said as she threw a wild uppercut, nailing Vexka in the jaw. Vexka felt excitement fill her blood as she recovered and jumped forward, tackling the elven woman to the ground.
“Hey! Hey! Break it up!” came a sniveling little voice from the corner, yet the four continued the brawl, knocking over tables and chairs. By the time the bruisers showed up, it had looked as if a cyclone had engulfed the tavern, and all the other patrons were watching in amusement. “That’s enough!” the head bruiser said as he called out to the others, launching a volly of nets that engulfed the four of them.”
“It’s the prisons for you!” the bruiser yelled. “huh, the prisons were destroyed with the Cataclysm, don’t you remember?” came the voice of another. “Oh… right… well lock them in the lost and found storage room for the night, that will teach them a lesson”.
It took awhile for the bruisers to drag the two couples to the nearly empty storage room and throw them inside. Vexka stood and dusted herself off as the door slammed closed behind them. She looked around for signs of anyone else before turning to the elven woman, leaning casually on the nearby wall.
“That punch was a lucky shot, Alandra.” Vexka boasted, walking up to the elf and embracing her warmly. The two held each other tight for a time, before letting go.
“You wish…” Alandra answered with a grin, “You know next time we decide to meet, we should just get a room together. These conflicts are starting to make it difficult to travel anywhere neutral.”
Vexka laughed under her breath before turning stern, “You know that can’t happen, if anyone would find out…” she said with concern, before Alandra cut her off with a wave of her hand, “I know. I know.”
“Well at least neither of you almost had your body crushed under Krognor’s fat gut.” came the voice of the elven man, continuing with a chuckle, “Oh wait…”
“Always the comedian, Joril.” Alandra sighed, before blowing him a kiss. Vexka let out a hearty laugh as the mood turned light, “Well I think he is funny…” Krognor remained silent through most of the conversation, cracking his knuckles, before walking up and punching Joril in the shoulder, his silent way of saying thanks.
The two women nodded to each other as they walked up to the two men, unbuckling their armor as they went, Vexka looked to Joril, his slender body hiding a powerful physique. She looked to her mate, his eyes starring intently at Alandra’s own slender curves.
“Alandra, I think a trade is in order…” she said seductively, the elven woman bitting her lip as she answered, “Agreed. We can always trade back, we got the whole night after all…”
This was a bit different then the animations I did before, as I actually attempted to do full 3D mixed with some drawn in elements rather then just fully cut and pasted items. There are some areas I wish were better but overall I think the movement makes up for a lot of the problems. I am going to try this again in the future and see how well I can get it to work.
Hope you all enjoy!
P.S This animation was banned from Rule 34 for being “seizure-inducing” so hope I didn’t cause anyone to convulse.
Illidan was restless, his mind wandering as he prepared for the coming events. He made sure to keep his thoughts guarded, for he could not let the Legion figure out his true plans. Varo’then was already uneasy having him around, so he felt lucky Azshara held the captain on such a tight leash.
The scars on his body, still freshly given to him by Sargeras, ached and burned. “Lord sorcerer…” came a voice from behind him, a single handmaiden motioning for him to follow. “I don’t have time for this.” he leered back at her, causing her to shy back, “The queen has called for you.”
Illidan was surprised, they had just spoken not long ago after he had recovered from the demon lords gifts, “Take me to her at once.” he commanded, the handmaiden quick to turn and lead him down the ornate halls. Illidan felt somewhat uneasy, “Is this a trap?” he thought to himself. Azshara was cunning, a master at manipulating those around her. Could she have seen through his mask?
As the handmaiden took him into the heart of the palace, Illidan could see Azshara laying out on her throne of silk, two handmaidens to her sides attending to her every need. “Light of Lights, we have brought the lord sorcerer back to you.” the handmaiden said with reverence in her voice, bowing to her queen. Illidan in turn bowed to her, the immense aura or her power saturating much of his sight, “My queen, you called for me?”
“I told you, call me Azshara.”she said as she looked to the handmaidens, motioning for them to leave the chamber with a graceful flick of her wrist, “Leave us…”. They quickly departed, heading out the main door and closing it behind them. Illidan was captivated by her radiance, it was obvious to him how the queen had come to power so long ago.
Azshara waited for the room to be empty before she moved towards Illidan, a graceful gait that made him bite his lip, “I have something to admit to you…” she said, coming up close to his face, “When I had heard that he had gifted you, I was jealous.” she continued, reaching a hand up and stroking the scars on his chest. Illidan saw her aura flare all around him, attempting to penetrate his mind. He felt paralyzed.
“Yet as I saw you laying there after it all happened, I realized. You were more then just a tool for my future husband, you were a gift to me.” she said, licking her lips. Illidan was entranced by her form, his other sense picking up the seductive smell, the soft touch, her soothing voice. “Tyrande...” he thought to himself, hiding away a section of his mind with his desires for his old friend, making sure she couldn’t learn of his plans.
“Remember what I said earlier? That there are many favors I can grant you that even he can not?” she said, reaching around behind her gown and unlatching it’s straps, exposing her delicious, firm breasts, “I will grant you one of those favors now” she said, pushing her body into his, “So that I may taste of his power myself.”
Illidan felt his body move nearly on it’s own, her influence and his own desires allowing her to lead him towards the throne. She pushed him down, his body feeling the soft cushions. Azshara crawled up to him, her eyes peering towards his scars, focused more on them then Illidan himself. He felt her reach into his pants, pulling out his cock without any hesitation, “Oh my, it seems even your cock was granted his gifts.”
Illidan looked down, and it was true, even his cock was marked with the demonic tattoos Sargeras had written into him. Azshara took it firmly in her hand, touching the marks gently as she stroked. Illidan gasped as she took the tip in her mouth, moving her tongue around his head. “Tyrande…” he thought again, trying to picture her as the queen continued to pleasure him, “I am the most powerful…” he said, trying to regain some control and reaching towards the queen with his hand, “I am in control…”
Illidan felt a sudden shock in his arm, “Impressive” she giggled, “You almost broke my magic, but even with my beloveds power, you are still a novice.” she said as she held a single finger up to his arm, her magic making him lose control. “Now be a good toy, and let me play with you.”
Yup, another one starring Azshara. Don’t blame me! You chose the story I was pretty much sitting on if people picked the WOTA and famous heroes meeting options! So it’s totally your guys fault! “slinks off and hides”
Anyways, hope you guys like it. This is a fanon continuation of a segment of the War of the Ancients Trilogy Novel, more specifically a section of The Sundering in which Illidan joins with the enemy for a short time.
And now to get some rest for another work week.
It was a busy evening, the sound of excitement filled the air. Silas skipped along, watching the spectacle alone for the first time in awhile.
“Silas Darkmoon!” came a growl from behind him, Silas turned to see a worgen male turning from the prize booths, holding what appeared to be a massive amount of Darkmoon Tickets. The worgen stormed up to him and dropped the tickets at his feet, Silas mused that it must have been thousands of them. “I was told you have no more rewards for me to get, what am I going to do with all these blasted tickets!?”
Silas reached over and picked a grouping of the tickets from the pile, taking a second to stare at each one on the line. “Impressive work. You must be our most dedicated player.” He said as he looked up, his eyes seeming to peer beyond the worgen. “I… huh…” the worgen tried to continue, but he felt a sudden deep unease.
“Come with me, for all these tickets, I can give you a sneak peek at something I have been working on.” he said, waving for the worgen to follow. He walked him down the path towards the zoo, greeting every carnie he passed with an affectionate nod. The worgen remained silent, the unease of the gnomes glare still penetrating his mind.
They stopped at the pens, most still filled with animals but one seemed empty. The worgen sniffed the air, a familiar perfume filling his nostrils. Silas leaned on the fence, his hand still holding the stray strand of tickets, “Ah it seems you already smell her…” he said with a coy smile. The worgen was confused, “Azshara… from my time in the past, but that is impossible…”
“Nothing is impossible with my faire, worgen.” he said, knocking on the fence a little tune. A nearby cage suddenly opened and out came a few carnies holding a soft skinned figure, her white gown glowing in the moonlight, “Unhand me this instant! You savages!”
The worgen’s jaw dropped, “How…” was all he could say before Silas once again looked up and beyond him, “Actually, it’s better if I don’t ask.”
Silas nodded his agreement, and whistled as the carnies tied the elven queen to a haybale in the pen, “I know about all the desires of my guests, but you had a rather unique one.” Silas said, once again looking down at his tickets, “I think these tickets for some time with the queen here is a fair trade, as long as you let the other guests get a glimpse. What you say? We got a deal?”
The worgen looked on with hunger, his eyes peering at the woman he so desired as he reached for the buckles on his armor. “I love this place… you got a deal!”
I don’t know about you guys, but that Silas, he both makes me smile and creeps me out.
Just imagine this music in the background of the new image. Though it might kill some boners, so maybe you shouldn’t…
Hope you all enjoy it!