Dubious Consent

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Fel Friday! Annalise!

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Blackmailed (Bangfri Belf Model)

Mira – “Mmmmmm, it looks like I underestimated you, Kaldorei. You have done an adequate job pleasuring me tonight.”

Talos – “Hng! Whatever… Sin-dorei bitch! Just tell me where you took them! Where is the Captain!? What did you do to the rest of the crew!?””

Mira – “Oh no, this liaison is only just beginning, and if you want to see your precious captain as anything other then a corpse, you best improve the behavior.”

Talos – “You will pay for this…”

Mira – “It’s cute that you think that, cock toy, now shut up and fuck me before I change my mind about this arrangement.”

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…

The Darnassian Spy

He awoke naked and shackled to the floor of a Silvermoon cell, cursing his own stupidity for allowing himself to be captured. His honour demanded that he fall upon his own sword before allowing himself into the hands of the enemy.

He wasn’t alone in his cell either. A lithe, red lipped and black-haired blood elf stood over him, smirking ever so slightly as he struggled against his manacles. 

“You’re not a very good spy, are you?” she said.

Not willing to give her the satisfaction, he remained silent.

“Hiding out in the open and carrying a document with the symbol of Darnassus on it? It’s a wonder you made it to Eversong at all.” She tutted. “Well as you must have guessed, I’ve been sent here to question you.”

“You’ll get nothing from me.” was his reply. He cursed himself again, for breaking his silence so quickly.

“Oh, I think I will. They all reveal their secrets in the end.”

I’ve trained in resisting torture, he thought. If this shrew thinks I’ll submit so easily, she’s got another thing coming.

But she didn’t reach for any torture implements, nor did she even ask any more questions. Instead she began to remove her armour, piece by piece, revealing a perfect pair of breasts and a behind that would turn the most devout of priests against their vows. He could feel himself harden and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Perhaps he didn’t want to.

“I like to have some fun with my captives first.” she purred. “However long you last is how long you postpone the agony that is to come.”

As she mounted his cock, all hope of resisting left him. He knew he would never last as much as five minutes. All he could do was try to break free of his cuffs before he climaxed… 

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! Finishing the Job!

One-Eyed Prey

“Ouch” Grok whimpered as he began to return to consciousness, his head still throbbing from the intense blow.  He knew someone had been hunting him since he entered the Ghostlands, but even with all his skills, he was unable to keep track of the illusive stalker until she was upon him, her golden eyes shining through the darkness.  Though he put up a hard fought fight, she took him down with a well placed crack over the head.

As his eye came back into focus, he looked down to see himself hogtied on the dirt floor, completely naked.  Before another word could leave his mouth, he heard the sound of an axe embedding itself into the ancient tablet behind him with a TWACK, “By the ancestors!” he remarked as he looked around to see other throwing axes littered around him.

“Ah, da prey be awake.” he heard a sultry voice speak from the shadows, the two familiar golden eyes trained on him. “I am not a training dummy!” Grok protested, only to view a spear come screaming toward his face and forcing him to flinch.  The spear missing his good eye by only a few inches.

“Okay!” Grok said, giving out a sigh of relief that he didn’t become entirely blind, “What is it you want, troll?” He heard a chuckle as the figure walked from the shadows and into view, giving the orc his first good look and taking him by surprised, “You… are not…” he attempted to say before losing focus and scanning her closely. The warpaint that covered her tan skin were unmistakably troll, but her body, face and ears were of elven quality.  “Who are you?”

“Anu’aka” she purred as she looked down with a smile, letting her eyes wander to the orcs massive cock. “Ya be a challenge da hunt, den ya be throwing practice. Ya belong ta me, for now.”

Grok didn’t realize it, but his attraction had gotten the better of him, his cock starting to raise as he looked over her defined curves and toned body.

“So what do I have to do to get out of this mess?” Grok asked her, his tone going from distressed to playful, hoping to lighten the mood.  “Dat depends…” she said coyly, her eyes never leaving his cock.  With slow intention she pulled up her shirt, exposing her supple breasts, before ripping it off and throwing it to the side.  Next came her shorts, and then gloves and boots.  All the while Grok felt himself getting harder and harder.

“I tell ya wat, orc.  I be needing some release.  Ya give me dat, and I will consider letting ya go.” Grok could feel his dick throbbing, now hard and erect as she leaned her nude, shimmering body over him, “Deal?”

Grok was unsure, “Does this mean you will untie me?” he asked with a smile, Anu’aka just biting her lip as she turned around, “No. I like ya like dis. Maybe after da first hour or two.” Grok leaned back, his mind swimming as she began to lift up her ass and bringing it down to his throbbing cock, “Oh fuck, what have I gotten myself into…!”

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