Standing Missionary

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Midsummer Special! Playing with Fire!

The warm months had finally made their return, and though the Midsummer festivities had died down for the night, a mischievous laughter still echoed faintly throughout the festival grounds. This caught the attention of a lone Stormwind guard, who became eager to locate the source of the mysterious voice.

Oddly enough, the merriment seemed to emanate from the dying embers of an otherwise empty brazier. Curious as to what the embers had to say, the guard blew gently at them. His breath aroused several great flames that sent sparks flying high into the night sky. The laughter grew in strength, and soon a fully fledged fire dancer took form, naked, above the brazier. Her gratitude was quickly apparent; she jumped down and twirled, winked and laughed as she danced her way towards him. The heat had him drenched in sweat by the time she reached out for his body. His plate armor offered protection from her smoldering touch, and molten prints were left wherever she caressed or kissed him. With his gloves, he could touch her in return – something she seemed to thoroughly enjoy, particularly when his fingers began to explore her nether regions. Surprisingly enough, she was not scaldingly hot on the inside, but pleasantly warm and silky like a benevolent flame.

The guard promptly pulled out his hardened cock. The fire dancer’s blazing eyes widened with glee when he entered her. Both of them knew that the brazier’s flames would soon die out once more, so they fucked passionately, determined to make the best of the time they had left.

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Fuck Friday! Stormshield Delight!

It was afternoon in Stormshield, and Lekira was admiring the view from the inn’s nearby gazebo. She stared longingly towards the horizon and sighed. Of all the places in Draenor, this gazebo was her favorite. At night, she would come here to gaze at the stars, wondering which of them could be Azeroth, and if, maybe, someone back home was missing her. By day, she would let the sun warm her deep-purple skin, let the ocean breeze blow upon her face and listen to the sounds of the sand scavengers scuttling about on the beach down below. And she would be alone. The wonders of nature were mostly druidic affairs – not something a brutish warrior or a devious rogue would be capable of appreciating.

But Lekira would turn out to be wrong. Since her arrival, she had sensed a presence, and she grew more sure of it as she stood there. A quick spell chanted under her breath revealed, of all things, a blood elven man.

Lekira raised an eyebrow. “So tell me, why do you hide in the shadows like that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he suavely retorted. “I am a rogue. It is what I do. That and I was afraid of how you would react to seeing a blood elf lurking around in your city.”

“Fair point,” Lekira sighed. “Most of my allies refuse to see past old grudges. It’d be wise to stay hidden. But then, no one ever comes here besides me, so there might not be much of a point.”

The blood elf looked at her in slight disbelief. “You wouldn’t call the guards?”

Lekira laughed. “Nah, I am not much for war of any kind, and this gazebo happens to be the point in Stormshield that’s furthest away from the bloodshed in Ashran.”

“I am glad you are not like them. I do not fit well with my allies either. They hold the same resentments as yours, and they do not tend to appreciate beauty the same way as you Alliance folk do.”

“Beauty?”

“Yes, of course!” He gestured around them – to the vines growing on the trellis, the clouds in the sky, the waves upon the sea. “This beauty. It takes me back to my home. To Quel’Thalas. You don’t see these things in Orgrimmar, or Tanaan for that matter.”

Lekira could feel her cheeks grow red. This was rather unexpected. A perceptive rogue, and a Horde, no less. A single ray of sunlight fell upon his face, and her heart began to beat faster. “Well,” she said, “I’d be happy if you kept me company for a while.”

The blood elf smiled. “As would I.”

As they stood there, side by side in the afternoon sun, they talked and laughed. Eventually, an unintentional touch of hands evolved into flirting, and flirting into… Well, you’re a grown-up, you can guess the rest.

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Fel Friday! Bound and Broken!

Ravage growled with hunger in his eyes as he approached his newest slave. Sage, a young blood elf, winced at his touch, her shackles and chains rustling nervously in the hot air.

“What’s the matter, elf?” Ravage grinned, blotting his sharp teeth. “Such an unspoiled body… It begs to be defiled.”

The fel orc’s member had swollen to an impressive size, and Sage could not help but stare at it in both awe and fear. With a jerk, Ravage lifted her by the legs. Defenselessly hanging from the fel chains that bound her, the orc had his way.

Her quiet whimpering and short, involuntary moans of pleasure were outrivaled by his grunts and the slick sounds of his massive cock ruthlessly pounding her. She felt as though the horror would never come to an end, and the longer he continued to abuse her, the more she hoped that it wouldn’t.

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Fel Friday! D.Va GG! (Ellowas Model)

Fel Friday! The Fleshlight!

Experiment Log 110615.  Had discovered a possible breakthrough in my gene conversion techniques using old Illidari records found in highest sections of the Citadel.  Though in-depth, the information would require much time to process and rectify with my own notes, leaving me with little time for my “daily exercise” with my beloved slaves.  Due to luck, one of the soldiers had left his flesh-light, known as a “Goblin” to the outside world, wandering behind in the labs.  Usage of said Goblin was adequate to my needs but will require further usage before can be properly reviewed.

A Special Mission

Kirandros sweated nervously as he paced outside his room high above the Barracks, the commander had always sent him off on missions with his compatriots, but tonight his name was left off the active roster, with no explanation.  “She is going to replace me, I just know it.” He thought as he tapped his staff on the nearby railing, leaning over to mope.  Unlike many of the others, Kirandros was recruited through a mercenary contract, rather then directly by the commander, leaving his connection to her tenuous.  “She probably found some blasted brute willing to…”

Kirandros paused his sentence as he heard the angry clap of a hoof on wood just behind him, “Willing to what? Continue…” came an all too familiar voice.  The night elf turned and froze as he saw the commander standing only a few feet from him, dressed in full combat plate, and spinning her still blood-soaked sword casually with her right hand, “I… It’s not… I apologize Commander.  That was uncalled for on my part.” Kirandros said as he tried to recover from his obvious blunder.

“I admire the honesty, also… it’s Lakuu” the commander said firmly as she laid her sword gently on the wall, “Just call me Lakuu.”  The draenei was slow with her movements as she began to unclasp her shoulderpads, leaving the elven druid a bit confused.  “Comm… I mean, Lakuu, shouldn’t you be changing back in your private quarters!?” he questioned, but she just smiled and continued, “You likely wondered why I kept you here while sending off all the others.  Do no fear, for I have a very special mission for you.” she purred. Before long, she stood entirely nude before the befuddled druid, her skin lightly glistening from past hours of combat among the jungles of Tanaan.

Kirandros ears stiffened as he stared, blushing at her exquisite form,”Commander… Are… are you trying to seduce me?”  Lakuu narrowed her eyes is frustration at how dense the young druid seemed, “I said call me… actually, never mind…” she whispered as she walked in close to him, starting to rip part of his clothes off with rapid, precise movements. “I’m very, very horny, and I wanted to get to know you better.  Now you will take on this special mission, and put one hundred percent into it, or I am going to meet with the headhunter tomorrow for your replacement.  Understood?” Lakuu said with her commanding presence. The druid smiled as he finally got the hint, reaching around her to grasp Lakuu’s tight little ass, “Yes, Commander. I won’t let you down!”


Lakuu 3.0 thanks to the amazing talents of Ellowas!

“I want the She-Wolf taken alive.”

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