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Background Girls #2 + Full Gallery

A punky little gnome with a rather large appetite.

A punky little gnome with a rather large appetite.

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Bater scans the room, enjoying the sights while this goblin lass gets stuffed.

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Small Trip + Background Girl Teasers

So at the end of this week I am taking a small trip with my family. Won’t be gone long, but likely means no updates or posts for about a week. Just wanted to give you guys a heads up.

Now, to hopefully wet people’s appetite for a bit, I am going to post some shots of the “Background Girls” in the video. These girls serve no purpose other then to fill up the background of the orgy and make it seem a bit more dynamic during certain angles, and won’t be given other positions.  The poses are still WIP and require some fixing later.

I also have a dwarf in this group, but for whatever reason attempting to render her causes the program to hang. Not sure why yet, but hopefully will fix when I get back.  Have a good weekend.

 

This orc was just happy they didn’t tie her to the rack before fucking her. More after the jump.

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Contest Images

Finally! Time to post some new images. Here are images for the three that got the most votes in my contest for my new brothel location.  Gratz to Silvyraven, Triss, and Lich! Enjoy.

Silvyraven – Dancing for some high roller clients.

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Hellfire – Video – Part – Alt Stream

Sendspace Download

Due to the issues with Google Drive limits, I am adding an embedded version of the version uploaded on Naughty Machinema.  I will come up with another download link later today or tonight for those that wish to download it.  Created link to Sendspace download.  Hope it works.

The Destroyers Homecoming, plus someone with a death wish…

“Ah, how sweet it is to be back home. Did you miss me, my little Sintharia?” he taunted as he pumped hard into her, his cock biting deep. She winced, “Never call me that!” she cried, “I am Sinestra now… you will not…” Deathwing cut her off with a laugh, “Silence. I don’t really care what you call yourself.” he said as he pulled hard, causing her to cry out in pleasure and pain, “Regardless, you will do for me what we did in ages past, lay down and let me fuck you.”

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Weekly Random-A-Thon Image #15

Weekly Random #15

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.”

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!

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