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Weekly Random #9

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!

Lok’tar Ogar!

P.S  This animation was banned from Rule 34 for being “seizure-inducing” so hope I didn’t cause anyone to convulse.

Weekly Random-A-Thon Image #7

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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.

Lok’tar Ogar!

Weekly Random-A-Thon Image #6

Weekly Random #6

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!

Lok’tar Ogar

Happy Halloween

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Just a simple holiday wishes to everyone that visits my little corner of the internet.  Thanks everyone.

Weekly Random-A-Thon Images #4

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“Hey how is the flag Korgon?” yelled one of his friends from the field, the sounds of battle raging not far in the distance.

Korgon smiled, his grunts filling the flag room as he thrust his hips hard, “Oh fuck!” yelled the druid, her body quivering and her ass sore, as his cock continued to push into her.  “Had this druid stalking me, just been camping her ass for awhile.” He called out as he continued to thrust into the Elf’s tight ass. The Orc grunted as he spoke again  “Keep her allies away from me a bit longer and get the flag back, I got to cap her face, then the flag.”

His friend put his face into his palm, before turning to the other side of the field.  “Speaking of our flag, what is taking so long getting it back?”

A faint cry came from the Silverwing fortress in the distance. “Fucking warriors! Stupid ass camping bullshit!” was all he heard from the rogue member of the offensive.

“Oh this is going to be a long game.”

After missing last week and being a bit late this week, decided I could try making it up by doing two images, one from each side.  Life is still a bit hectic with the little guy, but I am going to start posting again for this coming weekend.  Not going to have a chance to make a poll for it, so the next weekly random will be, well… entirely random!

As for Hellfire, I know you guys been missing it, I plan to get a few more images finalized when I have to chance to continue Kujin’s story.

To a great artist… Mid-week bonus image.

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Seems to be an odd month for many.  Much like Silvyraven last week, I knew my friend TurboTauren was also going through some tough times.  I promised to make an image for her to cheer her up, and this is what I came up with to sate her Satyr loving loins.  Hope you like it Turbo!

Lok’Tar Ogar!

Weekly Random-A-Thon Image!

Weekly Random #1

“You know, you didn’t have to tie me up.” Jaenel said with a moan, her unexpected lover pushing deeper inside her with each thrust.  “You didn’t seem to protest earlier.” he replied, his eyes looking over her body as is glistened in the sun.

She turned her head to the side and closed her eyes, “You seemed a bit resistant… I figured it would make you more comfortable.” she answered, moving her hips with each of his thrusts.

“Well… we did attempt to kill each other for the last hour.” he said, lifting up her legs and pushing harder, his cock dripping with her juices  “You might have been trying to trick me.  Never know what to think with you priestesses.”

She giggled, “What, think I would mind control you?”

He laughed in turn, “How do I know you not controlling me now?”

She increased her hip movements, slamming harder onto his cock as her lover struggled to hold her tight.  “If I was mind controlling you, you would be fucking me much harder then this…”

Her lover smiled and began to reach for the ropes, their eyes meeting in mutual lust and desire.  “Touche”

A fun little image to make.  For those wondering why it’s happening in Elwynn, it tied with Nagrand and I just picked at random which one to go with based on the roll of a dice.  I now notice Nagrand, for some reason, is showing a 1% higher point even though they share the same total votes, so I am kind of kicking myself for not noticing that earlier.  Ah well.

Due to the time the next poll will not be up will tomorrow.  Might have to make Monday the normal time to start new ones.  As for Hellfire, expect more images midweek.

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