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… 

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…!”

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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