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?
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.
Kyrina felt her head spin as her eyes came into focus, the cold ache of the stone cutting into her back. She pulled on her arms, and felt rope around her wrists. It was growing tighter with each struggle. “What… where..?” she said nervously.
A voice came to her side, the ghostly echo all too familiar, “They must have hit you pretty hard if you forgot already.” Kyrina turned her head swiftly to meet the burning gaze of her forsaken companion, Diana, her light green body exposed for all to see. Kyrina looked down to see her own robes were missing, she gasped as a look of shock crossed her face. She began to struggle with greater fervor, “Oh no no no!” she yelled.
Her memory came back all too quickly, the Vrykul fortress, the cursed treasure, she though it would be simple for the two of them to go in and take it. “That little Goblin lied to us!” she yelled again, still struggling, “He said this place was empty!”
Diana looked at her with a cold stare, “Stay calm, Kyrina, why are you acting so manic?” she said, leaning back gently on the stone wall. Kyrinas eyes narrowed at her companion, “Oh you don’t have to worry, but we all know what will happen here!”
Diana raised her brow, strangely calm for the development they found themselves in, “And what would that be?”
Kyrina stopped struggling, her wrists growing sore, “I am a blood elf…” she answered, her eyes flaring with pride. “You just know what they will do to me. They will ravage my body over and over for days!” she almost yelled.
Diana laughed, her voice unsettling to Kyrinas elven ears, “You don’t know the Vrykul all that well, do you?”
Suddenly a sound came from a distance as a massive door opened. In strolled a Vrykul warrior, his eyes fixated on the two women chained to the wall. He began to unbuckle the straps to his armor, removing it as he approached them. Kyrina felt her body ache, “I told you! I… I am sorry you have to watch Diana!”
As the Vyrkul got close he stared at Kyrina, looking at her body carefully, “Be gentle!” she yelled, her eyes closing as she bit her lip and awaited her fate.
She waited, and waited, but all she heard was a grunt as the feeling of the Vrykuls presence left her side. She opened her eyes just in time to see the giant had already unwrapped Daina’s ropes from where they were attached to the wall. “By the sun! What…?” she said, her brow going up in both shock and confusion.
Kyrina felt her blood boil as she watched the Vrykul roughly push her companion to the ground, “I am a blood elf! I am the one that’s supposed to be fucked here! You get back here this instant!”
As the Vrykul pulled on Diana’s ropes and began to penetrate her, she looked up with a vile and satisfied grin, “Everyone knows, Vrykul don’t care for other races…” she licked her lips, “But they love to fuck with death.”
I know this one may not be the cup of tea of everyone, so just don’t view it if the thumbnail makes you squeamish. However, I wanted to stretch myself a bit and attempt one of the races I have not done in a while. Forsaken seemed like the perfect one to fit with the Vrykul.
Another update will be done this week of the second poll image, plus the new poll itself. Hope everyone had a great weekend.
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.
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.
Vol’jin couldn’t help but pace along the beach, his nerves on edge as he held the parchment tight in his hand. “Dat fool… How much more blood gonna be spilled for dis new land…” he whispered below his breath.
“Vol’jin!” came a sudden voice from behind him, startling him and forcing him to quickly turn. “Zun’kira” he answered, spying the hunter matron as she came down the hill with two of her younger pupils.
She walked up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Ya seem distracted…” she said, a smile crossing her face. “How ya be expected to lead with dat mind filled with such tings?”
Vol’jin relaxed a little as he peered back behind her, the two young pupils shying away as his eyes came upon them. “Dis is a difficult age, Zun’kira, I have to be prepared for anything.” he said, training his eyes back to hers.
“Ah but all good chiefs need time to relax.” she said, moving a hand up to his tusk and caressing it. The two pupils sneaking to his sides, rubbing and massaging his arms. “I hear da fish stocks be getting low, how about ya come join us on a little trip to sea? Aye, mon?”
Vol’jin relaxed his shoulders, and stuffed the parchment in his sack. The two pupils giggled as they pulled him towards the nearby canoes, “Aye, but I bet ya not wanting to hunt fish”
Zun’kira smiled again as she moved forward giving him a light push, causing him to fall into the canoe. She gave her pupils a nod as they reached behind to untie their leather tops,”Aye, we gonna be hunting a snake.”
Very happy with this one, really wanted to use the new Vol’jin model and this was what I came up with. Enjoy! Will be back to polling this coming week.