The young woman was a complete conundrum, her child like nature and infinite curiosity giving her the aura of someone much younger than she was. Her unblemished skin and youthful features telling a story of someone guarded and treasured. Innocent incarnate at least to the point of her personality. Jenny's looks are what started the confusion. Her dark and...
The Summerwind Circle, that was the name of the newest and, so far, most ambitious magical project of Anduin's reign. What had started as a simple idea to keep Stormwind itself warm enough for public nudity even during the cold months had grown tremendously in scope as the High King added more and more capable allies and slaves to the procedures. The elves...
"Uhhh...oh Jaina!" Of all the things that Aggra was expecting to hear her husband Go'el - more commonly called Thrall - utter when she'd gone looking for him around the back of their hut, this was certainly not it. The Mag'har orcess huddled close to the wall of the hut and peered around the corner of it. A few meters away, her greenskinned orc husband was...
"The Orcs of Ironfist Harbor are funneling arms to Highmaul." "Are you sure?" Pinter asked. "Yesterday in Gorgrond we found a pond full of waterbeasts instead of the Blackrock you promised." Pinter stood with Scout Valdez at the operations table in her town hall. A blaze nearly the size of a bonfire roared in the large meeting room fireplace as soft, purpl...
This is the final chapter of Love Potion. It's been a wonderful learning experience both in storytelling and in prose and I came to realize a lot about my own style of writing in the process. I hope everyone's enjoyed it! ***** Well into the deep Stranglethorn jungles, Zul'raja and her party of volunteers had traveled past Ren'jai and Ithildess in their ef...
"Whazzup!" Sallee Silverclamp exclaimed as she handed Pinter a mug of iced tea. The little Goblin overseer of Nagrand's Steamwheedle Preservation Society smiled with her wild hospitality that had always made Pinter laugh when she established connections here over a month ago. Pinter couldn't resist a little appreciative chuckle as she took the tea mug and si...
It was amazing what kind of effect the willing enslavement of the night elves had on every part of Stormwind. For a very important base, the economy was booming with people having extra hands on their work whatever it may be. Night elves were a physically strong people. As such, they were perfect to take care of all the hard labor the war effort demanded. O...
Choices, Choices.... Magdalia tossed and turned in her bunk in Shattrath City on the Aldor Rise. She would flip to one side, let out a sigh, just to turn over and open her eyes to check the amount of daylight visible. After fighting with herself, trying to sleep for over an hour, she laid on her back, frustrated, staring up at the ceiling. She looked around...
Wyxt is happy here. The orcs here fuck her good, and when she's not trying to strike out against the perils of the world of Azeroth, Wyxt can't complain to being treated good and right like the Slut Pirate queen that she is, even if a bit landbound. Sitting on the edge of a table in the center of the gang's hideout, Wyxt, even now, is swiping up hot cum from...
Elunara twirled the gorgeous dress. "Look at this thing." She eyed herself in the mirror and put her hands on her hips. "Like, damn." Tulani giggled. "Yes, you're quite delicious." "Varian is either going to swear or praise you." Grogek chuckled. "I'm rather jealous." "I'll let you peel it off of me another day." Elunara winked. "I think we're ALL goi...