(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.
Apela felt her palms sweat as she paced inside the tent, the fire burning bright and illuminating her concerned expression. It had been days since her husband had left to hunt with the other braves, and no word has come of his status. “Oh Rhedd…” she whispered, feeling a shiver run down her spine. Suddenly a sound came from the doorway, as two figures stumbled in, taking her by surprise.
“Apela Earthhoof?” one of them spoke, the familiar voice of Elder Ghosthorn filling her ears. Her nerves relaxed as they came into the light of the fire, allowing her to see both the elder and his son, Skel. “We are sorry for disturbing you at this hour, but we felt honor bound to tell you something important.”
Apela felt her heart sink, assuming the worst, “What happened to Rhedd!? Is he okay!? Oh no… he is dead! Isn’t he!?” she continued on, before Skel came up and grabbed her on her shoulders, “No!” he said loud and firm, making sure she heard him, “He is fine.” Apela was growing confused, “Then what is it?” she questioned, brushing Skel’s hand from her shoulder.
Skel stepped back and looked to his father, who nodded to him, “It is the right thing to do, son.” Skel nodded in return, before reaching into his satchel and pulling out two strange vials, one glowing green, and the other a deep purple. Apela had seen liquids like this before, during a visit to Thunderbluff around the same time of the year. Trinkets from a supposed love festival brought in from the Horde. Apela’s confusion continued to grow.
“Your husband never joined us on our hunt.” the elder interjected, waiting for his words to sink in. Skel handed her the vials, “On the day we were to leave he told us of the festival. He said he wanted to spend time with those he loved.” he said, closing her hands over each one. Apela’s confusion began to turn to anger, “I don’t understand what you are saying… he never came…” was all she could say as it dawned on her, “These vials, they are Rhedd’s…”
Skel nodded, “As we passed through Thunderbluff to pick up supplies, we… we spotted him.” he said, choking up on his words. “He was not alone, in truth he seemed rather popular.” the elder once again interjected. “It can’t be true!” she said, squeezing the vials tight, turning her gaze to the shadowed side of the room as she came to the realization what they were telling her. “We took the vials while he was… engaged with one of the young women.” Skel continued, “We didn’t want you to live with the shame of being in the dark about his affairs.”
Apela searched herself, thinking about all those nights he left her alone for hours on end, “That bastard…” she whispered, looking to herself. She looked down at the vials, the green one nearly empty, but the purple one still full. “So many years together… so many nights by myself.” Tears began to fill her eyes as she grabbed her chest, “Why? What did I do to him?” she turned back, trying hard to ask the two for an answer.
“We are sorry, but we don’t know.” the elder said solemnly. Skel’s eyes looked at her, filled with concern, “Is there anything we can do to help ease the pain?”
Apela looked down once again at the vials as tears ran down her face. The sorrow of her broken heart began to be replaced with a burning hatred. “You can tell me, what does this purple one do?” she asked, staring intently into Skel’s eyes. Skel answered nervously, “It does the opposite of the green liquid, heavily attracting men rather then women. Likely purchased it by mistake.”
Apela eyed the vial and then looked up at the two men again, her heart filled with anger as a wicked idea crossed her normally innocent mind, “Is that so…?” Skel looked on in confusion followed by horror as she popped off the cap, allowing the purple liquid to cascade over her in a swirl of pink and purple magic.
Hour passed before Rhedd returned home, his spirits high from all the nights of celebration and lustful sex. He whistled as he passed through the doorway, “Hey my sweet, I have returned from the hunt!” he yelled out. He looked forward, the shadow of his wife looming in the darkest areas of the tent. “Huh… sweety?” he tried again, but still no answer.
As he walked closer her heard a sound come up behind him, and before he could react two massive figures grabbed him by the arms. “What in An’she is going on here!” he yelled as he saw the eyes of the Ghosthorns staring blankly at him, a magical purple light seemingly to glow from their pupils.
He struggled as they pulled him over to one of the nearby totems, chaining him around the arms and waist. “Apela! Help!” he yelled, but still she just stood in the shadows, “Is it true?” suddenly came her voice, stinging and intense, “What!?” he asked, the chains digging tight into him.
Apela walked forward, her body entirely bare. Rhedd looked in shock before the other two walked forward, Skel and his father kneeling at each of her sides as they began kissing her up her arms, “I know where you were! All those times I sat here waiting for my love and attention and the whole time you were giving it to others!”
Rhedd pulled hard at his chains, rage filling his heart as his muscles tensed, “How… how do you…!?” Apela gave a wicked smile, as she nodded to Skel, allowing him to push her down towards the wooden floors, lining himself up with her rear. Rhedd’s eyes opened wide as she opened her mouth, licking her lips as the elder leaned towards her, his cock hard and erect and ready for her willing mouth, “You broke my heart, Rhedd. Now I will let jealousy consume you.”
“Are you sure about this, sister?” Rayne said as they descended into the hallowed tree, the lanterns glowing dim in the abandoned halls. Kadis leaned over with her bow tight over her shoulder, taking some dirt into her hands and rubbing it together, “Something is here… I know that much.” she said as she rose up, turning to her nervous sister, “Whether it’s that two-headed beast or not, I can’t say…”
Rayne held her staff tight, attempting to use her druidic powers to speak to the roots and the critters that dwelled deep in the Barrow, but all of them lay silent, as if frightened by a great evil. She sighed with frustration, “It couldn’t be possible, the lunar festival ended yesterday. The great beast can’t leave the lake now, Elune would never allow it.” Kadis and Rayne continued on down the tunnel, Kadis keeping her keen eyes open for any movement, “That storm…” she whispered, touching a root which had a deep claw mark. Rayne’s mind turned to the night before, a storm had settled over the sky with clouds so thick that no moonlight could penetrate it. Rayne reached forward, putting her hand on her sisters shoulder, “You don’t think…”
Kadis looked at her and nodded softly, “Whatever it wants down here I dare not wish to see it succeed. We have to stop it while the trail is still fresh.” Rayne attempted to argue the point of getting more to help, but Kadis was no longer listening. Though twins, Kadis was often the much more brash of the two Rayne preferring a more reasoned and careful approach. Rayne shrugged off the anger, her concentration more dedicated to keeping the lingering fear out of her heart.
As they continued down they found the oldest of the Barrows, the empty shrines that once housed the eldest sleeping druids. Kadis walked over the wooden bridge to the central chamber, the lanterns still shining bright above her. She looked around for any further signs of the trail, only to slam her fist into the nearby bench, “It’s gone cold.” Rayne was puzzled, “Cold? How does something that large hide it’s trail!?”
Suddenly the two could feel a rumble, as the earth itself became jolted by a sudden burst of magical power. A bright light shot through one of the deepest halls and engulfing them. “Rayne!” Kadis yelled as she jumped at her sister, the two grabbing hold of each other to help brace for the magical onslaught. “The Lantern is destroyed. We are free…” came a deep, rumbling voice, followed by a bone chilling howl.
Rayne held her sister tight, “We need to get out of here!” she yelled, but neither could move from the powerful vortex. After what felt like ages the vortex of power finally ended, the magical light fleeing through the tunnels back to the surface. The two sisters slowly pulled away from each other, trying to grasp what had just happened, the light of the room now much more dim, the walls seemly surrounded by an unnatural darkness. As the two stood a figure materialized from the dark, “Elves!” it bellowed from it’s maw, eyes glowing red with demonic power. It looked like a worgen, but it’s features matching that of the corrupted beast known as Omen, the one they were hunting. “What in the… Rayne, transform and let’s finish this!” Kadis yelled, pulling up her bow and holding a arrow steady towards the beasts head. She let off the attack, the creature using shadowy power to dodge it with ease. Rayne concentrated, attempting to transform into a beast to help her sister take on the strange creature, “Something is holding back my powers, I can’t seem to…”
Kadis didn’t listen, her mind too focused on keeping up her attacks on the creature. She knew the beast must have found a way to alter it’s form and shed the old influences that made it weak versus the Goddess. She attempted to study it’s movements, planning her next attack, but then something else came to her mind. “Wait… didn’t the beast have two heads? How did it…” was all she could think until the muffled scream caught her attention. She turned, Rayne being held tight be another beast, it’s clawed hand covering her mouth as she struggled, “No!” Kadis yelled as she attempted to raise up her bow, the beast she had been shooting before catching her from behind. She attempted to struggle, but the beast soon brought it’s claws up to her neck, forcing her struggles to stop.
“Chosen of the false goddess…” one said, the other continuing, “… running so quickly into danger.” Kadis looked to Rayne, “Let my sister go! You can kill me! Make an example of me!” she yelled, Rayne struggling to speak herself as the creature kept her silent, “You were once a noble child of Elune, have mercy!” Kadis continued to beg.
“Mercy…” one said again, the other quickly picking it up, “… is for the weak” Kadis felt it reach around with it’s claws, and she was awaiting for her body to be ripped to shreds. “Yet killing you…” one said, “… would serve little purpose.” the other continued. Kadis watched as the other one reached over Rayne, slicing into her garments and forcing them to fall to the wayside with one precise cut. “What… what are you doing?” Kadis said, feeling the clawed hand cut slowly into her armor, slicing it off as if it were made of cloth. She felt a hot sensation as a wet tongue came forth and began to lick her ear.
“We have spent thousand of years…” one spoke, followed close by the other “… at the bottom of the lake.” It pushed both of them down, Rayne catching her breath from being nearly suffocated, her body shivering in the cold. “We carry many hungers…” they continued, “… great hungers…”
Rayne sighed, looking towards her sister as she felt the humanoid beast slide up over her, it’s massive cock rubbing on her exposed pussy, “Why is it anytime I listen to you, I find myself getting fucked on my knees?” Kadis shrugged, her hips feeling the other humanoid beast wrap his arms around her, “Well at least this time it’s a demi-god, so we are moving up I guess…”
Rayne felt the cock slide into her, a gasp crossing her face as she bite her lip, “I swear to the Goddess though, if I give birth to a litter of magic puppies I am so going to kill you.”
New vote will start tomorrow.
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!”
No story to go with the image tonight, mostly because I had little enough time to do the image and attempting to do a story with it will take me much later then I want to go. Sorry about missing the poll again last week, but things became just a bit too hectic for me to think about it.
The image itself should be pretty self-explanatory, but a little run down is a Shado-Pan whose forces were captured by the Mogu is Krasarang Wilds. While all the others were beaten and tortured into slaves, the leader, Mei Strongpaw, would not break, even after much pain inflicted to both mind and soul. A Mogu Dominator turns instead to binding her flesh, and starts a unique ritual into the process. Little does he realize he had clumsily left a weapon in Mei’s reach.
Will be back to making polls this week, and hopefully other updates. Until then, I think I need some sleep.
After a bit of consideration, and some annoyance over that whole “seizure” thing, I got to thinking. Why can’t I make a still shot version of the image too? Maybe even use it to experiment a bit? Thus the image you see above. Fixed a few of the things nagging me about the animation and decided to get a little more… climaxic? Can I trademark that word?