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...
((Quick author note: This short story has pretty much zero plot, all smut, so no familiarity with the fantasy setting is required. Have fun!)) * Draenei futanari, as many of us have become intimately aware, are fucking insatiable. For many of the same reasons, they also have a tendency towards entitlement and ego issues. This is hardly surprising, being a...
"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...
*Oghma here! It seems we've reached chapter 3 of my ongoing saga. The next chapter of "The Preacher's Son" is being worked on, but given everything going on in the world right now it still might be a while. Anyways, hope you all enjoy it, and I'll see you all next time!* **Disclaimer; Excessive sizes, fantasy elements, futanari and general silliness ahead....
Content Warnings: Unrealistic anatomy, futanari, huge cock, huge breasts, size difference. Disclaimer: all characters are 18+ ***** "I hope I didn't hurt him too bad..." Pyrista muttered, chewing her lip nervously as she slowly walked away from the healing rooms, leaving Rhuno in the hands of the paladins more devoted to the healing arts. The pale-skinne...
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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...