It’s been a busy week. My fever broke on Wednesday but I had some bad congesstion afterwards and now my nose has been running since I woke up this morning all the way till now. I have gone through two tissue boxes and a roll of toilet paper, still not done. The event together with the sneezing and coughing as my body attempts to eject whatever was left of that plague inside me, has worn me out worst then the sickness did.
Still, I didn’t want to not post anything again. I wouldn’t really call it a random, but I continue to experiment in general 3D. This time, I put the two swingers from the earlier random and had them fucking in Robyn’s crew room. They are not part of the crew, mind you, but paid well for a little transport out of Booty Bay so they could get some more private time. At least that is what I tell myself to explain why I used them for the test.
Besides, Robyn is all for some random fucking on her ship, as long as they don’t leave her out when she gets the itch.
Now to hope my nose gives it a rest soon so I can actually sleep.
And now off to….. “ACHOO”… off too… “HURK”… Off… “Cough”… Oh you get the idea! “SNIFF”
It was a warm evening, the smell of salt was strong in the air. Robyn sat leisurely at her desk, playfully tossing around maps and letters as she watched the docks vanish into the distance. She was taken by surprise when a sudden knock came on her door. “Come in.” she spoke back, her eyes moving to glance at the figure as he entered. “Ah, you must be the new guy..” she said, crossing her legs as she turned.
The night elf was as large as any other of his kind, his silver eyes peering at into her own with remarkable intensity. She felt a quiver go up her spine as she glanced at his body, chiseled from what looked to be years of combat, “Pidge never told me your name.” she spoke playfully. The elf looked off to the distance, avoiding eye contact with her, “Talosenor” he finally spoke.
Robyn bit her lip gently, throwing aside the letter still in her hand, “A bit long… and not the good type… do you have a nickname?” she questioned. Talos continued looking to the side, “Those close to me just call me… Talos.” he spoke somewhat awkwardly.
“So, I hear you were a drifter for the last few years?” she asked, standing up and walking around the side of the elf. She could tell part of him was nervous, a slight shake of his hands, one close to his finely crafted dagger. She made it a habit never to tell the new members why she calls them to her cabin, as it makes the whole event more entertaining. “Why did you want to join my little crew?”
“I needed a change. Something to keep me busy.” he answered after some thought, Robyn still circling him slowly. “A change to piracy? Seems a bit extreme…” she prodded further, attempting to understand if he had any undesirable motives. Talos held his composure, “I am not above thievery and murder, if that is what you are worried about.”
Robyn smiled, “Oh I am sure you are up for the job.” she spoke seductively, lowering herself gently onto the edge of her bed. “Now stop being so tense. You have nothing to fear with me. If I wanted you dead, you would already be shark bait.”
Talos eased himself, lowering his arms with a deep sigh, “Then why did you call me here, Captain?”
Robyn leaned back on the bed, her hand coming off and pulling away her black cap, tossing it over onto a ornate dresser, “You need to know the rules.”
Talos hesitated, “But I know the rules, First Mate Pidge, she…” was all he could say as Robyn interjected, “Not those rules you beautiful idiot, I was speaking about my rules. I have some special ones we leave out of the introduction speech.” Robyn brushed back her short hair, uncrossing her legs and spreading them wide in front of the elf. She watched with enjoyment as the elf attempted to reposition himself to hide his desire for her.
“Rule one, I own everything on this ship. That includes you. You don’t like it, you can leave at the next port, or better yet, swim back.” she said passionately while beginning to unbuckle her belt. Talos opened his mouth like he wanted to speak, but he couldn’t find the words.
“Rule two, I take care of what I own. Don’t fuck with my stuff, and I will make sure no one else fucks with you. At least not negatively.” she continued, kicking off her boots. Talos notices her motion gently with her eyes, raising her brow as she sticks out her leg. “Oh… this is bad…” Talos whispers to himself, leaning down and taking the foot into his strong, hardy hands.
“Mmmmmm… Oh that is good! What was I saying!? Oh yes. Rule three! As I take care of what I own, I expect them to take good care of me in turn. Are you going to take good care of me, Talos?”
Talos felt the captain pull at his hair, and he lifted himself up. His breathing had become heavy as he gazed at her luscious hips and well shaped breasts. Her pants were open at the zipper, showing her silk undergarments, “Yes, Captain, please… let me take care of you… Anything you want!” he said, his eyes still hesitating like a dog on a leash.
“Take off your pants.” she said bluntly, Talos not hesitating to do so. As his garments fell to the floor, his pulsing cock pointing towards the young captain, her eyes hungry with desire, “Oh I can already tell, you are going to be one of my favorites.”
Robyn stood, switching her gaze between his striking eyes and his throbbing cock. She quickly let her pants drop to the floor, before pulling her shirt far over her head and throwing it off to the side. As she stood nude before him, Talos could only marvel how well shaped she was for a human woman, a few intricate tattoos only adding to her allure.
Robyn smiled coyly, leaning back once again on the bed as she began fondling her breasts gently. “Now, what are you waiting for? An invitation in the mail? Fuck me already.”
Felt fitting since I plan to use her more, I would get her back into the game with another Weekly Random. Huge thanks to Phate for helping me edit it up a bit.
I spent a decent part of the week designing her ship. I have to say, I am liking her ship designs even more then what I did on Hellfire, but that might be due to the fact I have less area to work, and thus can fit more detail. Behold.
So you made it all the way down to the end of the post? GRATZ! You get a bonus animation to test out the background!
I am also sneaking in some animations, though I find the traditional 3D approach makes it very difficult to add some of my post touches after the fact, not without having to draw on up to 30 unique frames. Not sure if I will be able to do it every time, but I sure would hate to let that stop me from posting.
I would go back to my more traditional style, but time is barely on my side as it is, and my work computer hates After Effects. I worry that if I can’t let go the fact sometimes my animations will be rough around the edges, I may rarely post animations at all.
Though this might be just the part of me that realized I made 18 frigging animated shots for Hellfire that all would require some decent post to be close to my general shots. Maybe I just need to recollect my patience.
Anyways, enough blabbering. Here are some more location shots. I am still working on the entrance, right now just some lighting and a magical force-field to keep out those pesky adventurers who might try to save the slaves. The other side of the jail is used for processing the slaves (might change that, still thinking) and the other Fel Orcs now finally have a little place to sleep, drink, and be merry.
Ah what the hell, let me post some of the animation drafts too. Maybe you guys can tell me what you think.
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.
(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.
“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.