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Fel Friday! Annalise!

Annalise belongs to Zombina, check them out!

Fel Friday! Checking In (Deep)! (Bangfri Model)

It’s been too long since I did a Fel Friday! Let’s hope I can squeeze in at least a quickie every week. This model uses the new Bangfri night elf.  If you want to see more I recommend helping the commission pool he has running to create more models with better details, and would love to see more released publicly. You can see his amazing Draenei model in the earlier post with the new Lakuu.  Happy Fel Friday, yall!

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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Hotdogs at the Darkmoon Faire

This isn’t exactly what our orcish friend here had in mind when the night elf propositioned him.

He’s hungry. 🙁

The Audition

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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