There were hisses in the darkness. A mass of shadows writhed on the bed that creaked and groaned with rhythmic motions, the shadows seeming to implode on themselves over and over. There were breaths, heavy and panting, and the shadows moved, fell, twisted around each other. They paused for a moment, then the shadows reached for each other, closing in, starti...
"Roll the wagons in front of the gates!" Mandala called down to Jarvus. The red Worgen druid was already in bear form, galloping towards the supply wagons at the stables. "Anything that will barricade them, hold them off for a little while, anything! If we bottleneck them here we'll have a chance." Mandala pointed at Anna, who had already transformed into t...
Anduin was lavishing inside the bathtub. With her head resting on his right shoulder, Xal'atath was nestling against his side. Half-closed lips and lids, she gasped softly as Anduin rubbed her pussy with sensual care. Her recently filled pussy still oozed some semen into the hot water, but the steady, magical refill soon took care of that. "Ah, Master..." s...
"Are you sure this is what Khadgar intended?" Pinter asked from the saddle of her silverback Talbuk. Corneas sat high on his mount and stuck out his chest, the typical reaction Pinter had seen from the Night Elf whenever she or Mandala asked him something concerning the Archmage. "I speak only what the mage tells me," Corneas said. "If there's a possibilit...
Author's Note: This is a prologue to "The Hunter's Companions" series. It shows when Liv and Kal's relationship changed for the first time, and the circumstances that led to their 'friends with benefits' style relationship. Please feel free to leave comments and constructive feedback! Thanks! Livinia grinned and looked around as she cleaned off her arro...
Hello everyone. Just a quick author's note to thank everyone for reading my stories. Please take the time to rate and/or leave comments as a greatly appreciate both. As for this story it was done kind of as a joke for one of my friends. I know it may not be as good as my previous story but I hope that if nothing else it might bring a laugh to some of you out...
Anduin led a small party up the winding paths of the island. The lush scenery was still scarred by the remains of demonic scenery at some parts and the Death Scar, the path that Arthas Menethil had once left on his path to the Sunwell, was as hideous on the land as ever. It was only him, Liadrin, Vereesa, two of his bodyguards, the four of her knights that h...
"Have her brought to me. Unharmed." Sylvanas Windrunner, former Ranger-General of Silvermoon, Banshee Queen of the Undercity, Dark Lady of the Forsaken, did not hesitate when she heard the news. Contemplating in her throne room with her various Forsaken advisors, the Queen knew that her guest was a special one. It was not fair to call Sylvanas truly undead...
The throne room of Stormwind, the place where the most important decisions for the future of the Alliance, one of Azeroth's two major powers, were made. A place of dignity, wisdom and naked people getting orally pleased by their inferiors and (sometimes) superiors. A new kind of table had recently become popular in noble circles. On the surface, it was just...
No time was lost afterwards. As Aclysia had correctly guessed, Anduin began preparations to move out himself. An Old God was no challenge to be left to anyone but the strongest beings in Azeroth and he easily qualified as such a being, being the only person in the known creation to wield both Shadow and Light and both at a level of strength at historic level...