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The Elemental Test

The mage sighed as she looked over the books she’d borrowed from the Dalaran library.

“A frost mage” she said to herself. “I just had to be a frost mage.”

Saoirse had been trying and failing to summon a water elemental for hours and was making no progress whatsoever. None of the books she had picked out seemed to offer any answers.

“What am I, a shaman?” she cried after some time. “I don’t see fire mages summoning fire elementals! This is just a big waste of time.”

She was about to give up when she spotted on an old, worn and dusty tome labled ‘The True Applications of Frost Magic’. Opening it carefully, she went to the chapter regarding the summoning of elementals. The illustrations here were a great deal different from the other books, with one showing a water elemental and its master engaging in an act she couldn’t quite make out.

Figuring she had nothing left to lose, she copied the methods listed on the page and with an exertion of magical energy that nearly caused her to collapse she finally summoned her watery minion.

It hovered there in front of her exactly as she had envisioned it, with one exception. It had a large, green cock hanging from its base. Blushing, the mage crept towards it slowly, hoping it wasn’t hostile.

To make sure it was in fact hers to control, she ordered it to move to the left. It did. She ordered it to move to the right. It did.

She then realised what the illustrations were and with a jolt of courage she hadn’t thought was in her, she undressed herself and ordered it to fuck her right then and there. It obeyed without hesitation…

The Scourge Take Azeroth – Part One

In an alternate universe, the Prince of Darkness proves victorious in the frozen wastes of Northrend, defeating the armies of the Alliance and the Horde and dismantling the Ashen Verdict once and for all.

While the Scourge sweep across the rest of Azeroth, destroying everything in their path, The Lich King personally sees to a select few individuals who would dare to defy him…

Zao’zao in Trouble – Dalehan Tribute!

Zao’zao the huntress had been stalking the satyr for several days before finally locating his camp. His cloven hoof prints and acrid smell did not make it a particularly challenging task. Maybe there was a reason to why he moved about Felwood so conspicuously, but then again, maybe there was not. Either way, the furbolgs of the Timbermaw tribe were desperate for answers – their own brethren, the Deadwood, had suddenly turned against them for inexplicable reasons. Zao’zao was the Timbermaw’s most honored and capable ally, and in many ways, their friendship ran deeper than even the forest’s own corruption.

There were rumors abound of the fel’s demonic influence, and following those, Zao’zao quickly stumbled upon the suspicious satyr at a nearby lake. He clearly had a purpose in mind as he swept the forest floor for strange herbs and wounded the trees for a sampling of their sap. For days on end he continued his pursuit like this, just as Zao’zao continued hers. But she was now hiding in a bush near his makeshift dwelling, prepared to witness the purpose of his expedition, or to strike, if necessary.

The satyr took a torch from the bearing of one of his crude tents and lit a brazier with blue flame. He then uttered spells in a demonic tongue as herbs were thrown into the fire, along with bones and a smidgen of a a thick liquid he had concocted on his trip. Soon the blue fire became a recognizable green, and its pungent smoke filled the air.

Poor Zao’zao could never have anticipated what would happen next. The satyr slowly removed his loincloth, revealing his enormous, dangling member. She instantly became lightheaded at the sight – it had been many months since she had last seen a dick, and furbolgs were not exactly known for their manly charm. Suddenly, Zao’zao lost her footing and broke a branch with a loud crack that echoed throughout the forest, but the satyr did not flinch. Something told her that he had known about her presence for a while now. She slowly got to her feet, and only then did he face her with a large, devious smile on his face. He raised one of his long, crooked fingers and motioned for her to come forward.

Deliriously, Zao’zao stepped out from behind the bushes. Her mind pleaded no, but her body screamed yes. Her emerald eyes were fixed upon the satyr’s swollen cock as she approached him. Soon she fell on her knees and had his muscular behemoth in her hands, caressing it, feeling it throb and harden. Next, she tasted it, running her tongue up and down along the length of his shaft. It was wet and slippery when she finally took it in her mouth. She closed her hand around its base and moved back and forth as she sucked. Her mouth was slowly filled with a thick, gooey secretion that at this point only served to fuel her lust further. The satyr groaned and took hold of her hair, pulling her head close to his groin and forcing his long cock down her throat. Her eyes watered as she gagged on it, and breathing through her nose, her mind went blank from the smells of sex, sweat and intoxicating smoke.

Zao’zao returned to her senses when the satyr pulled out from her mouth. His dick dangled before her, hard as ever, dripping with a mixture of saliva and green, glowing goo. He lifted her to her feet and turned her around, divesting her slender body of every last piece of armor. She was relieved to be rid of it – the sweat made it a sticky burden to her light blue skin. Now she was ready to give in to her lust, to unite with her primal instincts, just as her ancestors once had. She bit her lip as the satyr rubbed his rock-solid dick against her tight opening. He closed a single hand around her waist and pulled her closer, spreading her from within as he entered. His savage thrusts grew into a steady pace before her inner beast took over. She moved in unison with him, slapping her firm buttocks against his sturdy abdomen over and over as his veiny dick massaged her insides. The satyr’s grip around her waist began to tighten, and a few hard thrusts later, he snarled with ferocious delight. In this moment, Zao’zao was overwhelmed by the power of her own orgasm, letting out a scream of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back and her muscles contracted around the satyr’s pulsating cock as he pumped her full with stream after hot stream of glowing seed, until it spilled into her hand and further down upon the ground.

With her legs quivering, Zao’zao was held up by the satyr’s strong clutch alone. Panting, she decided she wanted more. Reclaiming her posture, she moved her hips back to accept his still hard cock, tongue lolling out of her mouth in pure ecstasy. They fucked for hours until the fire in the brazier finally died out and the air became clear once more. Only then did Zao’zao realize what she was doing. The smoke had poisoned her mind, and she had been betrayed by her own, repressed sexual desires. Without warning, she turned around and knocked the satyr out cold. Her face reddened with embarrassment as she stood over his unconscious body, fel cum oozing down her legs. Her eyes darted back and forth among the trees and bushes to see if they were alone. She spat at the beast, picked up her things and swiftly headed off. There were definitely demons out there, corrupting the furbolgs and their home, but this satyr was not one of them. No, this was just a horny goat who had seen his chance to lure a young, unsuspecting troll into his trap.

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Fel Friday! Demon Hunter Doggystyle!

Fel Friday! Warlock’s Revenge! (Medeister Collaboration!)

Jesana stood sharp-eared among the machines and tables she knew so intimately, unease filling her mind as she waited.  She had gotten the call to meet her master, Lord Ravage, but was surprised to find the laboratory so empty.  Either she was in for a rough night, or something worse was coming her way.

“Here she is…” came the familiar voice of her master, though she was shocked to see who stood with him.  A blood elf, fel-infused with horns and spikes, looked at her with mischievous glee. “Splendid!” he exclaimed. “So it is true, the great Jesana Moonfall is indeed your bitch..!”

Jesana glared at the gloating newcomer; it was not like the master to take in outsiders other than as slaves. “Who are you?” she blurted out. “What is the meaning of this?”

Ravage ignored her, looking back to the elf. “You get one night. Now to hold up your end, warlock.”

Jesana watched with confusion as the warlock snapped his fingers. A demonic portal opened up, as if from another dimension through both time and space.  Out through it stepped a demonic draenei, her hips swinging with confidence as she looked towards Ravage with hunger in her eyes. “Ah, Embris,” she spoke, “you sure know how to make a girl happy.” But Ravage moved forward and took her by the hair, “You will not speak to him, you belong to me tonight, demon.”  The Sargerei bit her lip tightly in response, “Oh my, I like you already…”

Jesana clenched her fists, “Embris. That name… Where have I..?” she whispered, but the warlock was now upon her, taking control of her bindings and forcing her close to him. “Aww… Don’t remember me? Let me jog your memory. Ashenvale? A little warlock adventuring with his Imp companion? You split me in half?” The memories returned as he pulled her in close to his face and stuck his tongue down her throat, images of an apprentice warlock she personally cut down among her home forests.  She used all her will to back away. “You survived…” she snarled as he began to push her to the ground.

“Yes, indeed,” he grinned. “Warlock perks, and as I recovered I couldn’t get your face out of my mind… How it would look laying on top of you, filling you with my seed over and over again. You kneeling broken at my feet, those lips wrapped around my cock,” he continued, his voice turning more devilish with every word.

Jesana knew what was to come next as she looked to the side, her master ravishing the Sargerei from behind as she moaned in both pleasure and pain, “Do your worst, you rat,” she dared him, the warlock simply smiling in return, “Oh, I will.


Ravage and Munai animated by Medeister, Embris and Jesana animated by Rexx.  Story by Rexx, Edited by Medeister.  Images under the Collab gallery!

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Iron Friday! Disturbing Dreams!

After a long evening of playing Hearthstone with Lieutenant Thorn, Lakuu found herself the sudden victim of Thorn’s unstoppable Patron Warrior deck.  Out a few hundred gold and frustrated, she decided to lay down and catch some sleep, not realizing exactly how such recent frustrations would infect her dreams.

Rites of Adulthood – Video Version

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