And so it went for Romina. She had nothing to do but await the various body decorations ordered by Dorgok and performed by Brandy. Their captor, their owner, their lover, would either come to their chambers every few days to mate with one, or more, of the troll-women. The chieftain never said more than a few words, but seemed to be pleased with the growth of...
(Author's note: this is dedicated to my brother and sister Literotica writers and all the readers who've shared their thoughts on my stories in comments and via email. Well, maybe not all the commenters...) *** The couple struggled through the tangled forest of oak and hickory, stumbling and slipping in the thin soil that covered the crumbling, naturally...
Wyxt does so hate the Drag. Unlike the Valleys of Orgrimmar, the Drag and the Cleft of Shadow make Wyxt feel so unfomfortably exposed... the scantily clad half-troll is making her way through the drag on a summons from one of those close to the Warchief... blushing, having been called while dancing near the auction house, keeping the horde smiling and... err...
Ithildess felt her stomach rise and drop again to the slow bounce of the jungle raptor, as it trampled and sunk its claws into the ill-defined path it treaded. It wound its way through the trees seemingly at random, but the mount was as agile as it was imposing, cutting across the jungle floor with ease, even when the beaten path became completely obscured....
Chapter 10 - Hedda Hedda crouched in the dim predawn light, half hidden by a scraggly bush, her hand gripping the haft of her glaive tightly, eyes scanning the twelve foot stone wall thirty strides to her front. She readjusted her steel helm and glanced back at the small group of soldiers similarly hidden behind her. Her heart thumped with excitement and sh...
(I hope this story is not taken the wrong way and that it is enjoyed for it's tale and concept. The multiple comments of these critics inspired this tale. I did try to write this with an open mind but my eye's were sleepy and closing. Please feel free to constructively criticize this story and or vote the full spectrum but I warn you...it's laiden with gramm...
Meloon Wardragon slapped the buttocks of the young half-elf bent over his bed as he pounded into her. She let out a squeal and bucked backwards against him, squeezing his cock within her warm crevice. He ignored her cries as he struck her several more times, turning her cheeks from pale cream to a rich rosy red. He held back from using his full strength, kno...
Throk cackled as he sat down in the shody chair in the middle of his chambers and pulled out the potion he just bought a few hours before. He'd need a test subject and he had just the troll in mind. Pointing to the two guards near the door, he barked orders to them. "You! Go find troll-whore! Should be coming in from streets. Meet her at door and drag her up...
I loved trolls. They are big, bulky, stinky beasts with the sex drive of twenty men. And I found that to be a huge turn on. I've always found them more attractive than the males of my own race. In fact, the men in my village bore me; I'd rather sleep with the horses at the stables. Not saying I didn't. Trolls, on the other hand, get me wetter than anything...
Wyxt dusts off her rump as she winks at the Wyvern handler to the north of Gadgetzan, then drops into a low curtsey, causing breasts clad in shimmery mooncloth fabric to wobble, just a bit, despite the tightness of the dress and the way it hugs her curves. "Thank ya f'r th' help." The Pirate Queen purrs lightly, and gives him a lewd wink, before turning and...