Was not really feeling the Weekly Random image this week. The pose turned out more awkward then I hoped and a bunch of other issues. Going to redo it, same story, but different posing, sometime later this week. It involves that Satyr I showed off awhile back, Xanakar.
I might upload the unfinished draft of the attempt I made today sometime down the line, but right now I would rather hold onto it.
I guess this wouldn’t be a bad time to finally upload that Mogu female animation, for those that never found the hidden spot in my old post. At least then I can feel I got something up and noticeable today. At least it’s something, right? Then again, comments have been a little low these days, so I guess I shouldn’t feel too bad. Hope I ain’t scaring people off.
Anyways, enjoy the hidden oldie.
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.”
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!”
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.
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?
It was a warm evening in Booty Bay, Vexka could barely hear anything over the chatter that filled the tavern. She gazed across the table, looking intently at her mates clenched fists. “Krognor! Calm down! Enjoy a drink!” she yelled as she tossed one of the nearby mugs. He caught it effortlessly, chugging it down before returning to his seeming state of unrest, “What is wrong with you tonight, love?” she continued with a much quieter tone, some concern taking her brow.
Krognor looked up, his eyes almost seemed to be burning, “It’s been weeks since we had a good fight!” he screamed as he threw the empty mug across the room, hitting a goblin waiter in the side of the head. He fell with a thud, but almost no one in the tavern seemed to take notice.
Vexka laughed, but she felt the restlessness as well. The lethargy had left them both docile and restless, and she couldn’t even remember the last time they had grown intimate. She had planned to be with him tonight, but she did not know if it would help their built up aggression.
“Excuse me…” came a voice from behind her, and Krognor’s sudden rising from his seat was all she needed to know it was Alliance. She turned slowly to see two night elves looking down at her, arms crossed and a scowl of disapproval. She quickly climbed out of her seat to get on more even footing, “What?” she said bluntly.
The female stepped forward, “You gave that goblin a concussion. You should apologize.” she said, a sly smirk crossing her face as she looked past Vexka to her mate, his fists turning dark from how tight he was holding them. “Orcs don’t apologize.” Vexka answered sternly, getting in close to the elven woman’s face.
“My wife and I insist.” said the elven man, reaching his arm up and grabbing Vexka on the shoulder with a strong grip, pushing her threateningly. Vexka felt her blood heat up and she smiled, soon turning to her mate, “I think I know just what you need, love.”
Krognor nodded before letting out a roar and jumping over the table. He collided with the elven man as the two started furiously exchanging blows. Vexka threw out her own punch at the elven woman, but was quickly blocked, “Very well then…” the woman said as she threw a wild uppercut, nailing Vexka in the jaw. Vexka felt excitement fill her blood as she recovered and jumped forward, tackling the elven woman to the ground.
“Hey! Hey! Break it up!” came a sniveling little voice from the corner, yet the four continued the brawl, knocking over tables and chairs. By the time the bruisers showed up, it had looked as if a cyclone had engulfed the tavern, and all the other patrons were watching in amusement. “That’s enough!” the head bruiser said as he called out to the others, launching a volly of nets that engulfed the four of them.”
“It’s the prisons for you!” the bruiser yelled. “huh, the prisons were destroyed with the Cataclysm, don’t you remember?” came the voice of another. “Oh… right… well lock them in the lost and found storage room for the night, that will teach them a lesson”.
It took awhile for the bruisers to drag the two couples to the nearly empty storage room and throw them inside. Vexka stood and dusted herself off as the door slammed closed behind them. She looked around for signs of anyone else before turning to the elven woman, leaning casually on the nearby wall.
“That punch was a lucky shot, Alandra.” Vexka boasted, walking up to the elf and embracing her warmly. The two held each other tight for a time, before letting go.
“You wish…” Alandra answered with a grin, “You know next time we decide to meet, we should just get a room together. These conflicts are starting to make it difficult to travel anywhere neutral.”
Vexka laughed under her breath before turning stern, “You know that can’t happen, if anyone would find out…” she said with concern, before Alandra cut her off with a wave of her hand, “I know. I know.”
“Well at least neither of you almost had your body crushed under Krognor’s fat gut.” came the voice of the elven man, continuing with a chuckle, “Oh wait…”
“Always the comedian, Joril.” Alandra sighed, before blowing him a kiss. Vexka let out a hearty laugh as the mood turned light, “Well I think he is funny…” Krognor remained silent through most of the conversation, cracking his knuckles, before walking up and punching Joril in the shoulder, his silent way of saying thanks.
The two women nodded to each other as they walked up to the two men, unbuckling their armor as they went, Vexka looked to Joril, his slender body hiding a powerful physique. She looked to her mate, his eyes starring intently at Alandra’s own slender curves.
“Alandra, I think a trade is in order…” she said seductively, the elven woman bitting her lip as she answered, “Agreed. We can always trade back, we got the whole night after all…”
This was a bit different then the animations I did before, as I actually attempted to do full 3D mixed with some drawn in elements rather then just fully cut and pasted items. There are some areas I wish were better but overall I think the movement makes up for a lot of the problems. I am going to try this again in the future and see how well I can get it to work.
Hope you all enjoy!
P.S This animation was banned from Rule 34 for being “seizure-inducing” so hope I didn’t cause anyone to convulse.
Illidan was restless, his mind wandering as he prepared for the coming events. He made sure to keep his thoughts guarded, for he could not let the Legion figure out his true plans. Varo’then was already uneasy having him around, so he felt lucky Azshara held the captain on such a tight leash.
The scars on his body, still freshly given to him by Sargeras, ached and burned. “Lord sorcerer…” came a voice from behind him, a single handmaiden motioning for him to follow. “I don’t have time for this.” he leered back at her, causing her to shy back, “The queen has called for you.”
Illidan was surprised, they had just spoken not long ago after he had recovered from the demon lords gifts, “Take me to her at once.” he commanded, the handmaiden quick to turn and lead him down the ornate halls. Illidan felt somewhat uneasy, “Is this a trap?” he thought to himself. Azshara was cunning, a master at manipulating those around her. Could she have seen through his mask?
As the handmaiden took him into the heart of the palace, Illidan could see Azshara laying out on her throne of silk, two handmaidens to her sides attending to her every need. “Light of Lights, we have brought the lord sorcerer back to you.” the handmaiden said with reverence in her voice, bowing to her queen. Illidan in turn bowed to her, the immense aura or her power saturating much of his sight, “My queen, you called for me?”
“I told you, call me Azshara.”she said as she looked to the handmaidens, motioning for them to leave the chamber with a graceful flick of her wrist, “Leave us…”. They quickly departed, heading out the main door and closing it behind them. Illidan was captivated by her radiance, it was obvious to him how the queen had come to power so long ago.
Azshara waited for the room to be empty before she moved towards Illidan, a graceful gait that made him bite his lip, “I have something to admit to you…” she said, coming up close to his face, “When I had heard that he had gifted you, I was jealous.” she continued, reaching a hand up and stroking the scars on his chest. Illidan saw her aura flare all around him, attempting to penetrate his mind. He felt paralyzed.
“Yet as I saw you laying there after it all happened, I realized. You were more then just a tool for my future husband, you were a gift to me.” she said, licking her lips. Illidan was entranced by her form, his other sense picking up the seductive smell, the soft touch, her soothing voice. “Tyrande...” he thought to himself, hiding away a section of his mind with his desires for his old friend, making sure she couldn’t learn of his plans.
“Remember what I said earlier? That there are many favors I can grant you that even he can not?” she said, reaching around behind her gown and unlatching it’s straps, exposing her delicious, firm breasts, “I will grant you one of those favors now” she said, pushing her body into his, “So that I may taste of his power myself.”
Illidan felt his body move nearly on it’s own, her influence and his own desires allowing her to lead him towards the throne. She pushed him down, his body feeling the soft cushions. Azshara crawled up to him, her eyes peering towards his scars, focused more on them then Illidan himself. He felt her reach into his pants, pulling out his cock without any hesitation, “Oh my, it seems even your cock was granted his gifts.”
Illidan looked down, and it was true, even his cock was marked with the demonic tattoos Sargeras had written into him. Azshara took it firmly in her hand, touching the marks gently as she stroked. Illidan gasped as she took the tip in her mouth, moving her tongue around his head. “Tyrande…” he thought again, trying to picture her as the queen continued to pleasure him, “I am the most powerful…” he said, trying to regain some control and reaching towards the queen with his hand, “I am in control…”
Illidan felt a sudden shock in his arm, “Impressive” she giggled, “You almost broke my magic, but even with my beloveds power, you are still a novice.” she said as she held a single finger up to his arm, her magic making him lose control. “Now be a good toy, and let me play with you.”
Yup, another one starring Azshara. Don’t blame me! You chose the story I was pretty much sitting on if people picked the WOTA and famous heroes meeting options! So it’s totally your guys fault! “slinks off and hides”
Anyways, hope you guys like it. This is a fanon continuation of a segment of the War of the Ancients Trilogy Novel, more specifically a section of The Sundering in which Illidan joins with the enemy for a short time.
And now to get some rest for another work week.