I am also sneaking in some animations, though I find the traditional 3D approach makes it very difficult to add some of my post touches after the fact, not without having to draw on up to 30 unique frames. Not sure if I will be able to do it every time, but I sure would hate to let that stop me from posting.
I would go back to my more traditional style, but time is barely on my side as it is, and my work computer hates After Effects. I worry that if I can’t let go the fact sometimes my animations will be rough around the edges, I may rarely post animations at all.
Though this might be just the part of me that realized I made 18 frigging animated shots for Hellfire that all would require some decent post to be close to my general shots. Maybe I just need to recollect my patience.
Anyways, enough blabbering. Here are some more location shots. I am still working on the entrance, right now just some lighting and a magical force-field to keep out those pesky adventurers who might try to save the slaves. The other side of the jail is used for processing the slaves (might change that, still thinking) and the other Fel Orcs now finally have a little place to sleep, drink, and be merry.
Ah what the hell, let me post some of the animation drafts too. Maybe you guys can tell me what you think.
Was not really feeling the Weekly Random image this week. The pose turned out more awkward then I hoped and a bunch of other issues. Going to redo it, same story, but different posing, sometime later this week. It involves that Satyr I showed off awhile back, Xanakar.
I might upload the unfinished draft of the attempt I made today sometime down the line, but right now I would rather hold onto it.
I guess this wouldn’t be a bad time to finally upload that Mogu female animation, for those that never found the hidden spot in my old post. At least then I can feel I got something up and noticeable today. At least it’s something, right? Then again, comments have been a little low these days, so I guess I shouldn’t feel too bad. Hope I ain’t scaring people off.
Anyways, enjoy the hidden oldie.
Hey everyone, as you may notice I don’t have a weekly for this weekend, yet again. Seems like my weekends themselves are becoming so full with real life events that I have issues getting on the computer to play patch 5.2, let alone create some sex-tastic images. The fact I spaced on the poll due to a personal tragedy didn’t help either.
Now on the bright side, my weekdays I have been trying something to free up my time, which so far has been very successful, more so for those guys waiting for Hellfire to be updated. It’s going so well that I think I might even be finishing up the latest chapter of Hellfire as soon as this weekend. Crossing my fingers.
I have also been practicing a bit more with conventional 3D animation, which has it’s ups and downs. On the up side the motion looks great and I feel like I am improving a lot. On the down side, the models are so basic it’s hard to get everything I would want out of them without crazy warping. If I didn’t hate modeling like the plague and had the time, I would likely attempt to rebuild them, but sadly that is not in the cards. Too bad I can’t hire a modeler to set me up!
Anyways, have a teaser.
(WARNING, THIS STORY IS A TEENY BIT DARK)
“Lady Jaina” came a voice from the doorway, a magi draped in much finery entering her abode. She had a headache, trying to calm her nerves in a good book before fatigue took over, “Yes, Vargoth?” she smiled, looking up to the old magi as he bowed her direction.
“Just wanted to make sure you are doing well. The Kirin Tor can be a difficult group to lead, and so far you have done so splendidly.”
Jaina once again smiled warmly, Vargoth noting how worn her face was becoming. Her once golden blond hair now mostly white, her eyes a brighter, almost unnatural blue, and her skin a shade paler. “So I have learned, but it’s okay, I am doing better. You all have been so kind since… since…” her eyes trailed off as the memories filled her, of the attack, of the bomb, her eyes began to tear.
“Lady Jaina!” Vargoth yelled, forcing her to look back to him, “No need to dwell on the past, it will only give you nightmares. We will be here for you in the morning.”
The mage bowed once again as he snapped his fingers, vanishing from the room in a small buff of light. Jaina shook her head, the old mage was always so eccentric since he returned from Outland. She recalled that he too, once lead a city, and he too, had lost it. If he could get over such horrors, then so could she.
She put down her book, laying it on the table as she undressed her still torn robes. She looked long at them, the stitching still ripped in many places. “I really should get you fixed someday” she spoke to herself. She quickly laid the robes on a chair as she jumped into her bed, the fabric and design much more extravagant and comfortable then her old tower bed. It was only seconds after her head hit her pillow that her eyes closed and she fell into a deep, deep sleep, and then came the dreams.
Jaina found herself standing in the streets of Dalaran, her robe once again pristine. She looked at her hands, her skin a healthy shade and her hair still golden. She felt happiness overtake her as she heard a voice call out at the other end of the city, “Jaina!” it cried. She looked up to see Kalic, his handsome face smiling brightly her direction as he jogged towards her. Kalic!” she cried back, running to intercept him, her soft hands outstretched and yearning for his caress.
As they got close Jaina could almost feel his warmth, his breath on her skin. She smiled as her arms were about to connect to his, but then the unthinkable happened. “Jaina! Run!” Kalic yelled, pushing her away. A bright light, purple hues and booming like twisted thunder, consumed Kalic and the city around him. The jeweled streets ripped away with people and homes breaking apart in a magical torrent. Jaina screamed as the whole city evaporated, her clothes being disintegrated right off her body and her hair once again turning white, leaving her naked in nothing but darkness.
She laid there, holding in her rage and sadness as she felt the tingle of the magical bomb burn across her skin. “Welcome home, human.” came another voice, this one familiar for all the wrong reasons. Jaina looked up, her eyes wide as the tyrant known as Garrosh stood on the hill above her, the ruins of Theramore still burning and the smoke filling her lungs. “You! Leave this place now!” she yelled out, rising to her feet and pulling back her arms to unleash her magical fury on her enemy.
“How cute, the witch thinks she still has power here. This land, and everyone on it, belongs to me!” Garrosh taunted, slashing his axe deep into the earth, causing the whole land to shake. Jaina hesitated, her hands not feeling the familiar warm power from her magic. She began to speak an incantation, but still nothing occurred, “My magic… What is happening!?”
Another flash occurred, and now the two were not alone. Orcs surrounded her on all sides, black and gold armor denoting the Kor’kron, but bright red eyes glowing from behind their helmets. “How does it feel to fail everyone that trusted you?” Garrosh taunted as his men walked towards her, “How does it feel to be betrayed by those you trusted?” he continued, every word stinging her like a dagger through the heart. Garrosh leaned over, his yellow eyes peering at her, “Now, little witch, you learn too late the price you pay for such misguided trust! Claim her, soldiers of the Horde! Cum in her, on her, do whatever you want! We now rule this land, and we will break anyone that opposes us!”
He stomped his foot, the shockwaves knocking her over like another explosion as he dissipated into thin air. She tried to stand but already the orcs grabbed her, she found herself unable to overpower their unnatural strength without her magic. “This… this isn’t real! I have to wake up! Let go of me!”
Jaina gasped as the first orc pinned down her legs, his cock already hard and erect. “I wanted peace between us! I helped you versus my own father! Why are you doing this to me!?” she yelled as the orc lined up between her legs, rubbing his cock on her clitoris. She tried to move her legs, but another orc came up, helping him hold her spread. The orc looked down, smiling at her, “As you have, now let us show you how much we appreciate it!”
With a strong motion the orc trust his hips, spreading her lips and pounding deep into her womb. She felt the pain sting her spine as she screamed, his thrusts strong but careless, “You are going to tear me apart!” she snarled between clenched teeth, but the orc no longer cared to respond. Others began to gather around her, each licking their lips as they awaited a chance to taste her. “Wake up…” she whispered, knowing it was a dream, and yet the sensations felt so hauntingly real. The lines began to fade.
The orc increased his motion, his breathing growing heavy and before long he roared, thrusting his pulsing cock deep as she felt his hot cum fill her hole. She tried to breathe again as the orc pulled out of her, his cum dripping from her ravaged heat. She felt her leg quickly taken by another orc, his own cock bigger then the last. “Wait… stop!” she begged, but the orc didn’t care, pushing his cock inside her still flooded pussy. “Uggg!” she grunted, trying to push him away. She looked behind him, more orcs having materialized as if out of nothing, all naked and ready to ravage her as much as they ravaged her kingdom. “Wake up!” she yelled one last time, hoping that this would be one dream her mind could forget.
Back at Dalaran, Jaina’s body lay peacefully in her bed, no evidence showing of the ordeal she was undergoing.
Today ended up being just as bad as the other two days, so I sadly didn’t have the time I was hoping again. At the least, I finally got the short story done! Hope you guys enjoyed my little indulgence with my two main characters.
The Weekly Random is going to have to happen tomorrow, but on the bright side because of the delay I will be able to go into much more detail about the voted idea. It’s going to be interesting if I can actually make it work.
After that, it will be time for another vote, and hopefully I will be able to get back to Hellfire. I had planned some animations for it, but those animations with my total lack of time (plus the fact the models can be horrible to animate in certain poses) was what caused much of my frustrations. Right now I plan one rather easy animation and the rest will have to be still, otherwise I worry I will never get to it.
Thanks for all the patience. Lok’tar Ogar!
She was so much stronger then I remembered, pushing her hips hard into me. I could feel the water splashing around our ankles as I looked down at her firm ass, the cheeks bouncing lightly as they collided with my hips. She felt so tight, her pussy pulling me in. “You were right, it has been too long…” I whispered as she wrapped one leg around my ankle, making sure to get even more momentum into our thrusts.
She looked back to me and smiled, her cheeks growing more flushed with desire. “How about less talking, more fucking?” she yelled back, biting her lip as her tail slapped into my chest.
I obliged her request, pushing her down onto the mossy rock to get more pressure into her. She arched her back, digging her nails into the stone and screamed out again as I fucked her. I pushed down into her, adjusting our position, allowing me to slam my cock balls deep into her wet heat. “Fuck!” she screamed out, echoing through the hills, before she caught herself, holding her hand over her mouth.
We fucked like animals for what felt like an eternity, the pleasure building up in both of us as I felt her quiver and shake. Her panting growing more rapid, but I knew I would have to change up if I was going to bring it home. I grabbed her leg, lifting it up and flipping her over on to the rock. I was expecting her to be surprised by the move, but she simply moved her hand up,motioning for me to come closer, her legs fully spread and dripping with her juice.
I crawled over her, lowering myself down to push into her soft chest. She moaned with desire as I kissed her neck, moving up and gently licking her ear, “Oh you remembered…” she whispered, her hips gyrating, trying once again to welcome my cock deep into her. I didn’t actually remember what she liked, but I figured I was doing it anyways, so might as well go along with it.
I lowered my hips, pushing slowly this time, “Oh… oh…” she said as I once again penetrated her hot, wet heat. She wrapped her legs around me tight, using her strong thighs to help me get down the rhythm of the movements she wanted most. We kissed passionately, her glowing eyes penetrating my mind. I lifted my body back up again as her legs spread further, “Break me…” she whispered, my hips on fire as slammed into her.
Another eternity seemed to pass before I felt my cock begin to grow sensitive. “It’s… oh… it’s coming soon” I whispered. She pushed into me hard a few more times before I felt her body lift up into mine. “In that case…” she said as she pulled her legs up, shifting me over onto my back, “I deserve some time in control, considering you are supposed to be my prisoner…” she said playfully. She pushed her hips down hard, my hips arching on the wet stone. She was so tight I felt my head spinning, the sex coming to an apex.
I reached up, grabbing her hips and breasts as she began to gyrate her hips. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she screamed, her pussy as wet as the river around us. I bit my own lip for a second as I felt my cock throbbing, but I was not going to give up. We kept up the motions, each thrust and gyration pushing her body to it’s limits. “Light! Fuck!” she screamed, her body nearly radiating in the setting sun, as I felt her hips quiver from the orgasm.
I couldn’t hold it any longer, my own coming swiftly after. She fell into me, her head looking back as my juiced spilled from her.
I felt so much satisfaction wash over me as she collapsed into my chest, removing herself from my still wet cock. “That was amazing.” she said to me, her arms wrapped tight around me. I reached my own hand around, caressing her back as we lay on the rock, the sun continuing to set in the distance. “So what’s next?” I asked, preparing to continue our talk as she put a finger up to my lip. “We talked enough earlier, and now have enjoyed a very romantic reunion. So now, we should sleep.”
She looked deep into my eyes once again, her glowing white orbs giving me a strange sense of comfort. I nodded to her as I lay back, her head on my shoulder. As the stars began to fill the sky, my eyes closed.
As I slept a dream came upon me. Back in Dalaran, Lakuu was enjoying the perks of her victory, fine ale and garments of power covered her form. Drunk and horny she stumbled through the streets, looking for her way to our neutral room at the inn, the one which we spent many a cold night. As she swung the door open she looked upon the bed, a single Frost Lotus sitting where my sleeping form would usually lay. She always loved lotus flowers, and I figured it would be a fair final gesture of the time we shared.
The dream shifted, days later the Frost Lotus still sitting on her dresser withering in the sun. She awoke, her eyes red with dried tears. Did she actually care for me? She pulled on her clothes, looking focused, a light smile crossing her face. She walked over, taking the flower and looking at it a final time, before walking to the balcony and tossing the dying peddles to the wind. She turned, her white eyes seeming to notice me.
I awoke in a cold sweat, my mind wondering if a green dragon was just playing some prank from beyond the Emerald Dream. As my eyes came into focus I could tell something was missing, looking to my side to find Lakuu nowhere to be found. “Lakuu? Lakuu!?” I yelled, rubbing my eyes and a bit worried, which was rare for me.
I felt something slide down my chest, it seeming to have an illumination of it’s own. I grabbed it with my now free hand, bringing it up close and enjoying it’s warm radiance. “Well played…” was all I could say…
She had left me a Golden Lotus.
The second part of my erotic story. Lakuu and Grok have a bit of time to reflect on the past, before lust gets the better of both of them. Good for them no Alliance or Horde bases are nearby, I would think wrestling around naked with the enemy could be considered treason.
The next part will release on Saturday.
As we embraced my thoughts drifted to earlier, “So about nearly taking my head off…” I asked, moving my hand up her back, gently feeling her soft skin. She pushed herself in even closer, her breath causing goose bumps on my skin. She moved up towards my ear, her lips touching it gently, “I didn’t at first, I was lost in the moment.” she confided, nibbling gently on my ear lobe. “And pushing me over a cliff?” I continued, her nibble turning to a hard bite as if to punish me for continuing my questions. She pulled away, looking me in the eye again, her smile falling for a moment as she ran her fingers down my face, “Because you never said goodbye.”
I felt my mind once again spin with regret, but she pushed herself up, kissing me tenderly on my lips before any words could come to me, “It’s okay, you and I both knew love was never an option. Don’t wreck this reunion with false regrets.” she said as she moved her hands up through my damp hair. I squeezed her tight into me, realizing my questions were doing neither of us favors. “Let me guess, you were high on victory, drunk as a dwarf, and needed someone to entertain you?” I said playfully, attempting to get the mood back on track.
She looked at me with a raised brow, “Oh I had plenty of entertainment. When the party ended I could barely walk for days.” She reached her arms around my neck, bringing me close once again to her tender lips, looking for a hint of jealousy. I smiled back to her, playing hard to get, “That’s not very pious for a paladin.”
“Being a paladin is all about passion, we leave the pious ism for the priests.” she shot back, her charms getting the better of me. She moved in again close to my ear, nibbling gently as I heard her whisper, “Now are you going to take advantage of those passions? Or do I need to find another old friend to throw over a cliff?”
I felt her reach down and wrap her hand around my cock, it was now fully erect and throbbing. I slid my hand over her ass squeezing her cheeks a bit, before reaching my fingers around to caress her nether lips. She squirmed her hips as she exhaled, biting her lip and moving her tail in unison with my caress. Without further word I reached down, grabbing her ass pulling her up off her feet, her breasts now dangling in my face. Her body was firm, much stronger than I remembered, yet still as light as a feather. I took one of her tits into my mouth, using my tongue to caress her nipple. Her legs, hips and tail squirming with each movement “Oh Light… It’s been too long.” she whispered, my once bruised ego now growing with each pleasurable sound.
I felt her legs inch up around my sides, trying to wrap around me. A playful idea popped into my head, as she released her hold I threw her into the hair. Her eyes opened in shock for a moment as she came down, her legs now resting on my shoulders, my arm catching her body and holding her up. She looked to me, balancing herself on my arm, “Oh… this is a new one!” she said, wiggling her hips in my face. I spared no time finding my mark, spreading her nether lips with my tongue and becoming familiar once again with her taste. She moaned in pleasure, already wet and ready to go.
“Oh Light!” she screamed out, even the sounds of the falls behind us not doing much to drown out the sound. She moved her hand up to her lips as if embarrassed by her outburst. I laughed , my deep voice vibrating through my tongue into her. She shook a little at the feeling, her breathing becoming even more heavy and labored. “Is it as sweet as you remember?” she cooed. I nodded as I continued, but she quickly pulled herself up, throwing me off balance and pulling her hips away from my face. She seductively slid down my body, sliding through my hands as she went down to her knees, “Now let’s see if you taste the same as I remember…”
She wrapped her hand hard around my cock, lifting it up and touching the base of the shaft with her tongue, the sensation like silk. As she moved up she gently pulled my cock down and wrapped her lips around the head, sucking gently. She moved her tongue around it in slow, deliberate motions. Looking up at me, gauging my expression as my eyes hung heavy. She pushed it in further, making sure to take little by little more with each motion. I moaned as I felt my hips take control from me, wanting to push into her mouth even further. She cooed her approval, the vibrations shooting through my cock and up my spine.
“You… you seem way better at this then I remember.” I remarked, not entirely sure why. She looked up again, lightly biting down on the head of my cock as if to once again punish me, yet all it did was drive my blood into even more of a frenzy.
I reached down and pulled at her hair, she was taken by surprised as her smooth mouth left my cock. I lifted her up and turned her around, grabbing her ass with both my hands and pushing my cock between her cheeks. “Couldn’t wait any longer, huh?” she taunted, her eyes narrow with lust, “What are you waiting for? Reclaim me…”
I pulled my cock from her cheeks and pushed it down between her legs, feeling for the warm heat of her nether lips. She moaned as I rubbed it up against her, making sure not to rush, “Stop teasing me!” she snapped, reaching back and pulling at my shoulder. I slid my arms around her body, my wide palm taking in her breasts. She pulled harder, and slowly I pushed into her pussy. I could see her bite her lip as it entered, satisfaction filling her eyes. I pulled her hard into me, fully penetrating her tight, wet heat.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me… desecrate me! Oh Light yes!”
Here we go. The first section of my little three part short story. With the frustrations I felt over Hellfire I figured a little more light hearted story could do me good, so I decided to take two of my main characters that I play and let them have a little run in on the isles of Pandaria. Call it a little wishful fantasy. Don’t worry about Ku’jin, we will be getting back to fucking her brains out soon.
Also as a little update on the future, I will be posting the poll for next weeks random tomorrow morning, and will also be getting a new face around here. Now back to finishing up those August Celestial’s so I can get my new serpent and flip them the Chi-ji forever (YSWIDT?).
My heart raced as I ran through the forest, the sounds of my pursuers drawing ever closer. I looked down at my bow, the once fine craftsmanship now splintered and cracked. I had heard stories of the brutality of the mogu, but even I was not prepared for the titanic power flowing through their weapons. If I had not commanded my pet, Rockjaw, to draw much of them away and flee into the river, the chance of my own escape through the trees was slim.
“Damn it!” I whispered to myself, throwing down the cracked bow as to not let it hinder my speed. I unclipped my quiver and shoulder-guards as well, discarding them in such a manner that it might mislead my pursuers. Through the sweat dripping from my brow, I could see what appeared to be a ruin, the forest having consumed it as ages passed.
Without much consideration I jumped over the stone walls and into the ruin, landing among the rocky earth. Relief washed over me as the wind filled my ears, “That was close” I thought to myself.
“Look what we have here…” came a sudden voice beside me, causing me to curse under my breath as the whip made contact with my armor. I held back the pain, reclaiming my balance and looking on my attacker. He was large, even by orc standards, with a twisted maw and dark, focused eyes. I began to panic as two more of the mogu appeared from the ruin walls, surrounding me and laughing at my blunder. I walked right into the trap.
“I warn you, I will not go down without a fight.” I threatened them, the one with the whip holding it tight. “You expect to defeat three mogu with nothing but fists and words? I will enjoy making you scream and hand your severed head over to my master” he answered, his hand reaching for the axe at his side. I narrowed my eye, attempting to remain focused over the exhaustion, my nails digging into my palm.
Then a sound filled my senses, my keen ears picking up another among us. The mogu walked with shadowy steps, but whoever now lurked didn’t have much skill in subtlety. Those steps quickly turned to a jog, and quickly a sprint. I looked in the direction of the new arrival, the mogu following my confused gaze. “By the Thunder King! It’s… BLARG!” was all my attacker could say as a sword came down like a blur, slicing him clear in half.
For a moment I felt shocked, but that feeling turned to curiosity as she rose from her strike. It was a draenei woman, her skin dark and her face exotic. Light seemed to radiate from her, a warm glow that gave me comfort and ease. She looked to me, her eyes narrowing into my own and a sensation of familiarity washed over me.
“Kill her!” came a voice behind me, the other two mogu still alive and over the shock of their leader getting obliterated. The paladin jumped up and towards me. Before I even could realize what was happening her hoof had nailed me hard in my abdomen, sending me flying into a nearby dias. As I lay stunned I watched as she dispatched both the mogu with ferocity mixed with grace, her blade cutting through them like a knife through butter.
I looked at her as she stood victorious over the mogu, her hair blowing in the winds of the now silent ruin. Her armor was ornate, seemed to be of local design, minus the shoulder-guards, which were of her people’s design. The sword seemed to glow with cosmic power, likely a gift from her demi-gods. As I attempted to get up, she looked towards me, narrowing her eyes once again. She sprinted my direction and took me entirely by surprise. I found myself speechless as she kicked me back to the ground, slicing her sword over her head and towards my prone neck, stopping just inches before the killing blow.
We said nothing for a few moments as I wondered if my life was about to end, but she seemed hesitant to carry out the kill. I looked to her face, her soft hair, and then the tabard. It was an older one, given to only the most elite of the Argent Crusade back during the war with the Lich King. It was then the realization washed over me…
“Lakuu?” I whispered.
She looked like she was about to speak when noises arose in the distance. More mogu were on the way to avenge the fallen. She motioned for me to stand, keeping the sword at my back as I rose. I thought that this couldn’t be my old friend from the old days, or if she was, she didn’t seem to remember me.
We both ran a good distance towards the jade cliffs. I considered bolting for friendly territory, but considering how quick she was keeping up with me, I didn’t see me getting far before a sword cut through my heart. We kept running until a dead end sat before us, a waterfall at the end of a sharp cliffside, overlooking into the ocean. “Jump” she said, pushing hard at my back. “What!? No!” I protested, but our momentum combined with her slamming her shoulder into me forced me over. “Ahhhhh!” was all I could say as I thought I was falling to my doom.
Little did I know a small alcove sat below it, just before the larger drop. I hit the water hard, but other then a bruised ego and wet armor, I found myself uninjured. I heard a thud as Lakuu, or the woman that looks a lot like Lakuu, landed on a mossy rock a bit ahead, a smile crossing her face as I coughed up a turtle that got stuck in my mouth. My ears perked, only the sound of water from the falls filling them. I began to realize that the mogu never even gave chase.
I looked up to her, her arms crossed, “So… we meet again, Grok.”
“I knew it!” I yelled as I rose out of the shallow water, my armor feeling heavy. I attempted to climb out, but she put one of her hooves to my forehead, pushing me back down, “Hey! I… I thought we were friends?”
“Friends?” she said with sarcasm, “I have not seen you in two years. The only thing we are right now is warden and prisoner, so take off that disgusting wet armor and clean yourself off. I can’t take you to the stocks smelling like wet vermin.”
Her words stung a little. The two of us started as enemies, her much less experienced in the art of combat, but as we worked together more and more with various factions that rivalry turned to friendship, and for a time, an unlikely romance. Though when the time came for the attack on the Lich King, she was called to join, while I was left behind to wallow in my lost honor. I admit I took it worse than I should have, and left for Orgrimmar before she returned.
“So this is how it will be then?” I said with anger in my voice, pulling off my armor one section at a time. She nodded with a cold expression. I grunted, “Fine, just don’t march me into Lion’s Landing while naked, give me that honor at least.”
As I took off the last of my garments I turned and began to wash my face on the water from the falls. I admit the warm water felt good after working up such a sweat. Being near death has a way of letting you appreciate the little things as they come. As I washed my rough and calloused hands, I thought about how we separated. As an orc I feel constant pride, and the pride makes it difficult to accept when I treat others badly. “Lakuu… I…”
“Shhh” I suddenly heard, and I couldn’t say much more as I felt a hand touch my shoulder, turning me around. Lakuu now stood in the water too, her body as bare as my own. She pushed hard into me before I could react, her breasts squeezing into my chest as she looked into my eye,”It seems your ability to keep track of your surroundings has grown dull, Grok, you need to train a little more.”
“I thought you were a paladin, not a rogue…” I said with a sly grin. She reached up, touching me gently on my shoulder with her lithe hands, I felt my muscles ease. “So all that talk about being a prisoner and smelling like a vermin? Was that all an act to get me naked?” I inquired, reaching my arm around to the small of her back.
“Oh the vermin part was true.” she smiled, “The prisoner part we can negotiate. I may let you go for good behavior, but you have a lot to make up for…”
I felt my blood begin to boil as I reached around with my other free hand, grabbing her by the root of her tail. She gasped, like I knew she would, “Still sensitive I see…” I said with a deep rumble.
She pulled herself close, kissing me gently on the neck as she reached down, grabbing my cock tight. “Ouch!” I yelped as I pulled her in closer. She laughed gently,”Not as sensitive as you… green bean.”
I looked at her, my face turning to mild discontent. I always hated it when she called me that.
Continued in Part 2 on Wednesday.