It was a festive night on the eve of Winters Veil, but Bron felt himself pacing nervously. “No no no she can’t be here!” he muttered to himself as he looked down at the roaring fire in the fireplace.
A sudden noise caught his attention at the door, followed by a load bang. Bron felt sweat drip down his forehead as he awaited what was coming.
Another slam followed, and his iron door buckled under the force. Two large men quickly entered, a lumbering ogre and a human covered in scars. They pushed aside his now mangled door to make way, bowing for the one behind them.
Bron swallowed his fear as she entered, her elegant finery a odd contrast to her sharpened claws and white razor teeth. “Countess Vana… To what do… do I owe the pleasure…?” he barely spit out.
“I am disappointing in you, Bron.” she answered, brushing away some of her silken hair as she walked up to the fire, Bron noticing that her eyes avoided him. “My associates in the city have informed me you stopped giving your contributions.”
Bron looked over to the two goons, the human sharpening his dagger as he smiled at the dwarf, “But… It’s Winters Veil! I barely had enough money to get my children some gifts!” he yelled, hoping for an ounce of compassion.
“Winters Veil…” the Countess whispered, before letting out a great laugh. “How silly…Where are the children anyways?”
Bron felt a knot fill his stomach, “With the wife at the festivities, they… they wanted to meet Greatfather Winter. Please, leave them out of this!”
“Then I suggest you hand over your contribution, or I may have to take it another way.” she said
Bron reeled back, “I.. I already bought the presents…” he said with fear filling his voice, he looked to the two goons now approaching him. The Countess simply turned to him, a smile crossing her face, “You can stop, boys.”
Bron wondered if she had a change of heart, but the piercing gaze of her violet eyes removed that thought, “Then I guess we will take the presents as p… I am sure I can find a price for them during this ridiculous holiday.”
Bron’s face turned white as she and the goons turned from the fireplace and walked to the tree, reaching down to pick up the gifts he worked hard to buy, “May Greatfather Winter have mercy on your soul…” he said, anger and sadness filling his heart.
“Did someone call?” came a sudden voice from the fireplace, Bron turning with surprise and glee, which lasted just long enough to notice the huge frame and green skin of the man standing before them,”Greatfather Winter?”
The orc smiled, “Not what you were expecting?” he said as he pulled a ridiculously large and festive rifle from his sack, “I get that a lot around here… by the way… you might want to duck.”
Bron his the deck as the orc fired his rifle, launching what appeared to be a massive coal at the ogre, nailing him in the forehead. The human was in shock over what had just happened, giving the orc enough time to launch a second barrage that clocked him too. Both were quickly unconscious.
Bron looked up in astonishment as the orc pulled out another oddly decorated blunderbuss, pointing it quickly at the Countess, “What is the meaning of this!?” she yelled, flexing her claws and leaping into the air. The orc was quick to compensate and fired, entangling the worgen noble in a huge wad of ribbon.
“Enough of this!” Bron yelled, getting up off the ground, “This is getting too crazy even for me! I am going off to be with my family, you weirdos can do whatever you want!”
The orc watched as Bron stormed out the broken doorway, letting out a laugh. He quickly moved up to the Countess, as she struggled trying hard to break from the extra strong ribbon. “This is madness… why are you doing this?” she asked, staring deep into his red eyes.
The orc knelt down next to her, peering back as he unbuckled his pants, “You are on the naughty list… and I get to deal with the naughty ones.”
Not much more to say, other then Merry Christmas!
Okay, one more thing to say, this worgen is an old character I designed but never used. Might see more of her in the future.
The night was still young, but Robyn felt herself growing tired. “Just tell me where it is, and you can go free. Do you want to stay down here forever!? Don’t think I wont!”
Days earlier she was given a tip about a transport ship supposedly carrying a valuable crystal coveted by the draenei. It was one of the most difficult operations she had ever done, but by the end, the ship was captured and the crew sent out in lifeboats, minus one troublesome warrior.
Yet all that work, and somehow, the crystal was spirited away. “I will flog you from here to Tol Barad if you don’t tell me what you did with it!”
Her captive turned his gaze from her, his white eyes veering off into the shadows. She had to respect the draenei’s remarkable willpower, but she was not going give up so easily, no matter how many more days it took. He turned back only to spit in her direction, hitting her on the chest, “I only answer to the Light, and no matter what you do to me, the crystal will never be yours.” he taunted as he pulled on his chains.
Robyn scowled at her captive, “I should throw you over the deck for that, let the Naga have you for breakfast.” she taunted, getting in as close as she could to his face, “You are lucky I need you alive. You will crack eventually.”
Robyn turned and walked from the storage room to the stairs. She could feel the gaze of the draenei piercing her back as she departed, exhausted and feeling out of options she paused to sit at the top stair. “What’s wrong, lass?” came a familiar voice suddenly sitting down beside her, “Nothing new since yesterday, Pidge.” she answered, putting her hands up to her temples, “I have tried bribing him, seducing him, scaring him. He just won’t crack.”
Pidge took one of her strong arms and slapped Robyn on the back, “Well then, does that mean I get a turn?” she asked with a grin, leaning in close, “You can be a bit soft, I will make him sing for ya”. Pidge was always a good friend, but her methods were much more brash. Robyn preferred not asking her to handle such situations unless required. She thought deeply about it for a moment, “Fine. Do it.”
Pidge jumped up, a mischievous grin on her face, “About time…” she said as she made her way down the stairs. Robyn continued sitting at the top, waiting to see what Pidge could get out of him.
“So she sent another to do… hey.. hey what are yo…!?” she heard the draenei say as suddenly a large clang echoed from below. Robyn heard shuffling and a few crates fall over. “You can’t!” the draenei yelled, his voice sounding nervous and agitated, “Shut up, you big blueberry!” Robyn could hear Pidge yell back. More struggling could be heard followed by another large crash. She was glad the rest of the crew was high above deck so they didn’t think they were under attack.
Robyn leaned forward, trying to get in better earshot of what was happening below, “Now, big boy, tell me what I want to know.” she heard Pidge say, the draenei breathing heavily, “Ne… never! I will ne..humph”. Robyn could hear more struggling as the draenei was cut off, his voice seemed more confused then anything.
“Let’s try this again, where is it?” she heard Pidge ask again, her mouth swallowing hard as she talked. The draenei gasped for breath, “I can’t…” he said before his voice was once again squelched.
Robyn started to feel regret, she didn’t want to kill the bastard. She decided to go down and reign Pidge in a bit. As she descended the stairs other sounds filled her ears, sloppy sounds, sucking sounds, other rather familiar ones. She picked up her pace out of curiosity.
As she came to the location of the chained draenei, she saw Pidge hanging upside down on his massive form, her legs holding tight around his head and muffling his speech by squeezing him into her waist. The guy was nearly naked now, his huge cock wet with Pidge’s saliva as she attempted to stuff it deep into her throat.
“Pidge!” Robyn said, a smile crossing her face as she put her hands on her hips, “This isn’t normally how one interrogates…”
Pidge removed the cock from her mouth, Saliva still dripping from her lips as she squeezed his balls, forcing him to give a squelched yelp. “You disapprove?” she asked coyly, as if she knew the answer.
Robyn closed her eyes and laughed to herself, “I approve… and think I should stay a bit. I may learn a thing or two…”
Decided to bring back not only Robyn, but her First Mate Pidgora, who I designed but never really used much before. She got a bit of a redesign, as did Robyn. The big lug is a new character I made who you will see more often, though not as much of a compromising position. Hope everyone likes the image, was a fun pose to try.
As for the naming post earlier this week, after some great help in the comments and from friends, his name has become Xanakar Banetongue, and you will see him in an image sometime this week.
Finally, for those wondering what is going on with Hellfire, it’s in the works, just hard finding time to do it plus the randoms. I want to make the next few images animated, which means I need even more time then normal. Hopefully it won’t take to much longer.
Sneeki felt her blood race as she sprinted, the light from the magic conduits being her only guide out this blue dragon freakshow. She perked up her ears, the sudden scream coming from far behind her, “What do you mean it’s gone!?”
Sneeki giggled to herself as she kept running, the magical artifact held tight to her chest. She didn’t have much use for it, but she figured it would get her a pretty penny back in Dalaran. The others would understand, or not, she didn’t really care.
As she turned another corner, she noticed a strange glow. Green runes adorned the floor just in front of her, catching her off guard. She decided to make a break for it, running at full speed towards the runes. As she came upon the runes, a strange fire overtook the spot in front of her and a figure materialized, her head knocking directly into it’s metal shin. “Oof!” she said as she was stunned, the world spinning quickly around her.
“I knew putting that demon gate back here was a good idea.” came the familiar voice of the groups warlock, Sneeki’s eyes came back into focus just in time to see the angry snarl of a Fel Guard reaching for her and lifting her up by the cuffs of her armor.
“Hey put me down!” she yelled, as the artifact was ripped from her hands by the demonic entity. She looked over as the warlock himself stepped forward, taking the artifact into his hands. “You know we were rolling for this, not very nice to steal it.” he said with a condescending grin.
“I deserved it more then you losers!” she snarked back, kicking and squirming as the demon held her tight.
The warlocks face turned to even further amusement, “Deserved it? My demon and I were going to return the artifact for a proper roll with the others… though now I think I should show you what you really deserve.
The warlock waved his hands, the demon grabbing both side of her armor and pulling quickly, ripping the whole outfit in two. Sneeki’s eye grew wide and she stopped moving for a bit as she looked down at the demon, his snarl turning to a twisted grin.”Huh oh…”
This one was a little faster then the last one, but I think it turned out well. This was the bonus to make up for missing last week. Now time to finish up that poll for the upcoming animation week!
Took me long enough, but the next section of Hellfire is released. Not much more to go on this story! I want to say thanks again to LurkerGG and Silvyraven, who helped me a bit with this last section. LurkerGG added some extra edits to make one of the images look better, and Silvyraven helped edit my horrible writing.
Hope you all enjoy it.
It was a busy evening, the sound of excitement filled the air. Silas skipped along, watching the spectacle alone for the first time in awhile.
“Silas Darkmoon!” came a growl from behind him, Silas turned to see a worgen male turning from the prize booths, holding what appeared to be a massive amount of Darkmoon Tickets. The worgen stormed up to him and dropped the tickets at his feet, Silas mused that it must have been thousands of them. “I was told you have no more rewards for me to get, what am I going to do with all these blasted tickets!?”
Silas reached over and picked a grouping of the tickets from the pile, taking a second to stare at each one on the line. “Impressive work. You must be our most dedicated player.” He said as he looked up, his eyes seeming to peer beyond the worgen. “I… huh…” the worgen tried to continue, but he felt a sudden deep unease.
“Come with me, for all these tickets, I can give you a sneak peek at something I have been working on.” he said, waving for the worgen to follow. He walked him down the path towards the zoo, greeting every carnie he passed with an affectionate nod. The worgen remained silent, the unease of the gnomes glare still penetrating his mind.
They stopped at the pens, most still filled with animals but one seemed empty. The worgen sniffed the air, a familiar perfume filling his nostrils. Silas leaned on the fence, his hand still holding the stray strand of tickets, “Ah it seems you already smell her…” he said with a coy smile. The worgen was confused, “Azshara… from my time in the past, but that is impossible…”
“Nothing is impossible with my faire, worgen.” he said, knocking on the fence a little tune. A nearby cage suddenly opened and out came a few carnies holding a soft skinned figure, her white gown glowing in the moonlight, “Unhand me this instant! You savages!”
The worgen’s jaw dropped, “How…” was all he could say before Silas once again looked up and beyond him, “Actually, it’s better if I don’t ask.”
Silas nodded his agreement, and whistled as the carnies tied the elven queen to a haybale in the pen, “I know about all the desires of my guests, but you had a rather unique one.” Silas said, once again looking down at his tickets, “I think these tickets for some time with the queen here is a fair trade, as long as you let the other guests get a glimpse. What you say? We got a deal?”
The worgen looked on with hunger, his eyes peering at the woman he so desired as he reached for the buckles on his armor. “I love this place… you got a deal!”
I don’t know about you guys, but that Silas, he both makes me smile and creeps me out.
Just imagine this music in the background of the new image. Though it might kill some boners, so maybe you shouldn’t…
Hope you all enjoy it!
“Hey how is the flag Korgon?” yelled one of his friends from the field, the sounds of battle raging not far in the distance.
Korgon smiled, his grunts filling the flag room as he thrust his hips hard, “Oh fuck!” yelled the druid, her body quivering and her ass sore, as his cock continued to push into her. “Had this druid stalking me, just been camping her ass for awhile.” He called out as he continued to thrust into the Elf’s tight ass. The Orc grunted as he spoke again “Keep her allies away from me a bit longer and get the flag back, I got to cap her face, then the flag.”
His friend put his face into his palm, before turning to the other side of the field. “Speaking of our flag, what is taking so long getting it back?”
A faint cry came from the Silverwing fortress in the distance. “Fucking warriors! Stupid ass camping bullshit!” was all he heard from the rogue member of the offensive.
“Oh this is going to be a long game.”
After missing last week and being a bit late this week, decided I could try making it up by doing two images, one from each side. Life is still a bit hectic with the little guy, but I am going to start posting again for this coming weekend. Not going to have a chance to make a poll for it, so the next weekly random will be, well… entirely random!
As for Hellfire, I know you guys been missing it, I plan to get a few more images finalized when I have to chance to continue Kujin’s story.
Jandice Barov looked down at the night elf strapped to the table, his eyes flickering in and out of consciousness. She moved her ghostly hand up and down his naked body, “Oh what we could have done…” she whispered as the door swung open, and in walked two of her students. ___
“You wished to… oh… oh my…” said the high elf, her cheeks turning red as she looked at the table. Behind her the gnome was more curious then embarrassed, “Are we practicing dissection today?” she inquired. __
Jandice laughed, her haunted echo filling the chamber, “No. This one stumbled into our campus, and I felt it was a perfect time for a more… unique study session.” Jandice’s form dissipated from sight as she finished her sentence, appearing swiftly behind her students and taking them by surprise. “As my two brightest, you get the first session. Now get undressed for some… sexual… education.” Ook
She watched with glee as the two students did as they were told without question. She didn’t expect to actually teach them anything, but while her body was long gone, she figured there were other ways to sate her terrible lust. ___
“Class is in session.”
The vote was pretty close that time, Western Plaguelands winning by only a single vote! You guys got your poor soul (lucky soul?) lost in Scholomance!
I did feel pretty bad for Four Winds though, and since I had an idea in my head for it, I decided to make a less sexy, more humorous image as a bonus. Some may like it, some might not.
Want to see it? Well I am not feeling so much like giving it out up front. You may have to find it hidden in this post.