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Weekly Random Tomorrow, Hellfire, and Other Updates.

Hey everyone, as you may notice I don’t have a weekly for this weekend, yet again.  Seems like my weekends themselves are becoming so full with real life events that I have issues getting on the computer to play patch 5.2, let alone create some sex-tastic images.  The fact I spaced on the poll due to a personal tragedy didn’t help either.

Now on the bright side, my weekdays I have been trying something to free up my time, which so far has been very successful, more so for those guys waiting for Hellfire to be updated.  It’s going so well that I think I might even be finishing up the latest chapter of Hellfire as soon as this weekend.  Crossing my fingers.

I have also been practicing a bit more with conventional 3D animation, which has it’s ups and downs.  On the up side the motion looks great and I feel like I am improving a lot.  On the down side, the models are so basic it’s hard to get everything I would want out of them without crazy warping.  If I didn’t hate modeling like the plague and had the time, I would likely attempt to rebuild them, but sadly that is not in the cards.  Too bad I can’t hire a modeler to set me up!

Anyways, have a teaser.

Hellfire Teaser

A teaser for some future animated Hellfire.

Weekly Random-A-Thon Image #16

Weekly Random #16

(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.

Weekly Random-A-Thon Image #14

Weekly Random #14

“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.

Weekly Random-A-Thon Image #13

Weekly Random #13

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.

Lok’Tar Ogar!

Weekly Random-A-Thon Image #11

Weekly Random #11

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.

Weekly Random-A-Thon Image #10

Weekly Random #10

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.

Lok’tar Ogar!

Weekly Random-A-Thon Bonus Image!

Random Bonus

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!

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