Weekly Random-A-Thon Image #8

Weekly Random #8

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.

Lok’tar Ogar!

Weekly Random-A-Thon Image #6

Weekly Random #6

It was a busy evening, the sound of excitement filled the air.  Silas skipped along, watching the spectacle alone for the first time in awhile.

“Silas Darkmoon!” came a growl from behind him, Silas turned to see a worgen male turning from the prize booths, holding what appeared to be a massive amount of Darkmoon Tickets. The worgen stormed up to him and dropped the tickets at his feet, Silas mused that it must have been thousands of them.  “I was told you have no more rewards for me to get, what am I going to do with all these blasted tickets!?”

Silas reached over and picked a grouping of the tickets from the pile, taking a second to stare at each one on the line.  “Impressive work.  You must be our most dedicated player.”  He said as he looked up, his eyes seeming to peer beyond the worgen. “I… huh…” the worgen tried to continue, but he felt a sudden deep unease.

“Come with me, for all these tickets, I can give you a sneak peek at something I have been working on.” he said, waving for the worgen to follow.  He walked him down the path towards the zoo, greeting every carnie he passed with an affectionate nod. The worgen remained silent, the unease of the gnomes glare still penetrating his mind.

They stopped at the pens, most still filled with animals but one seemed empty.  The worgen sniffed the air, a familiar perfume filling his nostrils.  Silas leaned on the fence, his hand still holding the stray strand of tickets, “Ah it seems you already smell her…” he said with a coy smile. The worgen was confused, “Azshara… from my time in the past, but that is impossible…”

“Nothing is impossible with my faire, worgen.” he said, knocking on the fence a little tune.  A nearby cage suddenly opened and out came a few carnies holding a soft skinned figure, her white gown glowing in the moonlight, “Unhand me this instant! You savages!”

The worgen’s jaw dropped, “How…” was all he could say before Silas once again looked up and beyond him, “Actually, it’s better if I don’t ask.”

Silas nodded his agreement, and whistled as the carnies tied the elven queen to a haybale in the pen, “I know about all the desires of my guests, but you had a rather unique one.” Silas said, once again looking down at his tickets, “I think these tickets for some time with the queen here is a fair trade, as long as you let the other guests get a glimpse.  What you say?  We got a deal?”

The worgen looked on with hunger, his eyes peering at the woman he so desired as he reached for the buckles on his armor.  “I love this place… you got a deal!”

I don’t know about you guys, but that Silas, he both makes me smile and creeps me out.

Just imagine this music in the background of the new image.  Though it might kill some boners, so maybe you shouldn’t…

Hope you all enjoy it!

Lok’tar Ogar