Navrin tip-toed (or did as best as he could with hooves) around the room in a desperate struggle not to awaken the five sleeping elf women upon the extravagant floor. Like the floor, they were covered in layers of sticky cum deposited about an hour earlier, and like them, his colossal cock had undergone a similar treatment. It dripped with juices and the cum...
Disidra sat down on the Tauren's bed, causing it to creak ever so slightly under the weight of her womanly form. The room was musky, but did not smell unpleasant. Her pale, glowing eyes surveyed the room, ignoring Atohi who was standing awkwardly in the middle of it. It was nothing special. Stone walls, a wooden desk littered with herbs atop it, and the pelt...
A World of Warcraft Erotic story. I got tired of reading the AWFUL WoW Erotica and decided to write one of my own. Disclaimer: World of Warcraft and all related races and places are copyright of Blizzard Entertainment. The following story is for entertainment and not meant for any copyright infringement. * It was not common for Symond to get a personal s...
This is a story about fictional characters in the WoW universe. All sex is between characters of legal age for their races/cultures. ***** Ahnah and Zilah exited the Deep-Run Tram, passed through Tinker Town and stepped into the great Dwarven Capital city of Ironforge. The two Draenei females looked about and wrinkled their noses. Everything here smelled o...
{* Several weeks later, somewhere between the Arathi Highlands and the Hinterlands lies a forest inside a massive caldera. Ayma approaches an Inn standing sentinel before a vast green forest *} It wasn't easy for Ayma to be discreet when this world's inhabitants hyper focused on her double curved horns, slender hooves and white skin. She thought she could b...
"No, it's not made of saronite..." the teal-haired night elf warrioress tactfully pronounced. " 'En eye 'on't kno' wat ya want, missy." Soft-spoken and ever patient, D'Dea had been trying to get this dwarf weaponsmith to understand her request for a good fifteen minutes. She was increasingly of the impression he already knew he didn't know how to smith the...
"Right," the innkeeper lifted the mug he had just finished scrubbing clean, squinting an eye as he peered into it, double-checking his handiwork. Satisfied, he slapped its bottom down on the counter and grabbed a bottle, pouring the mug full of strong dwarven spirits. He slid it across the bar to Ty, then grabbed another mug and poured it full with the rest...
"Must you take it so rough?" inquired the night elf, her usual prickly, pompous self. "Perhaps ya'd like to drive, doll," squawked back the squat dwarvess holding the reins of the four oxen driving the covered wagon. Squat, but cute, by dwarven standards if not any - long reddish-orange braids dangling halfway down her shapely form, a pair of strong but sm...
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"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...