*Oghma here! This one is a follow-up to "A portable hole", once again requested by the owner of the WoW character. I crammed about as much sex into this one as I could, so I hope you all enjoy it!* **Disclaimer: Excessive sizes, fantasy elements and over-the-top silliness ahead. All characters depicted within are of 18 years or older** *** "Um...excuse me...
"That concludes my report, High King Anduin," Genn Greymane announced and sat back into his seat on the wooden table that had hastily brought there a few days ago, and had since not moved an inch. Piles of documents were steadily added and just as little as the young king had and Genn threw his report on there in a dismissive fashion. In the past, the exile...
"Alright now, I think this is something we should deal with sooner rather than later." Lydia knocked on the door. "Come in!" Lydia clamped her hand on Evelyn's wrist before pushing opening the door. "You have customers." Gingy popped her head out from another room. "What?" Tugging the struggling girl forward, Lydia planted herself in the main area. "I w...
Blinking, Lydia knew something was off, but couldn't figure it out. "Morning, Sweetheart." She jolted up. "Oh!" "It's not that bad." Bradly chuckled. He brushed her hair out of her face. "Sorry, it's... been awhile since I woke up somewhere other than my bed... with... um, my husband." She blushed. "I imagine so." He murmured. Before she could protes...
"Have fun last night?" Darguni poked Bradly in the ribs. "We spent a fair amount just talking. Turns out, she's an "after marriage" kind of girl. I think I like it." "I didn't see her leave." "I walked her back to the inn around midnight." "Ah." Darguni snorted. "No more cockmunching for you?" "Ha, ha. I prefer being the munched, rather than the munche...
*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....
Ch.03: King of the Hill Two loud shrieks echoed out across the shadowed zeppelin making its way towards the orc city of Orgrimmar. Shortly after, a woman strode through the lodging area. She was naked, and though her movements were swift and confident, she walked as if her muscles were sore or numb. The woman's skin was a soothing tone of light blue and it...
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"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...
He pulled her deeper into the inn, though she did not resist she still felt hesitant. Her head was down, afraid to look up. Not sure if she wanted to see the lewd acts that took place, or if she was afraid she might enjoy what she saw. She was training to be a Priest of the Light, a beacon of truth for lost souls. Yet, she found herself among the lost. "Loo...