As the World ( of Warcraft ) Turns...( closed for DarkWarrioress )

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!...Finally!" The human girl was awfully excited as her small hands worked Thorgrym's thick appendage in rapid succession. As a Tauren of the Horde this was quite a treat, he didn't often come into pleasurable contact with the Alliance of this sort...it usually involved large blunt objects, or sharp pointy things being swung and thrust-ed at one-another.

"MooooOOOOOOOOOO!" It was too much for Thorgrym as he finally felt the pressure in his heavy cum-laden sacks build to a boiling point, the large orbs shriveling as a torrent of thick milk began to erupt from the wide head of his girth-y pole.

The girl was quick, her deft fingers procuring a rather large jar ( it actually seemed remarkably prudent of her ) from within her bag laying open beside her kneeling form. Her hand continued to strain his lengthy tool for every last drop of his hot white spunk, even as the copious amount threatened to breach the lip of the container.

"Now time to turn it in! You can't imagine the pains we've been through to get this. I can't wait to see the look on that little bastard gnome wizard's face! Alright Guys, time to head out!" The human girl surveyed her four other companions, their forms sprawled out over the Ashenvale forest floor in random contorted displays of ahegao type pleasure. It was early in the day and Thorgrym had already had a very busy morning. He normally didn't care for fraternizing with the enemy, but the offer had been too good to turn down.

Yes, way too good....

He applauded himself silently as he ran the recent events through his mind as he scanned over the human girl's party members. The female Night Elf warrior-ess rested on her stomach, her metal bikini bottom the only piece of her armor missing, with her knees still hoisting her hips up displaying her gaping and well fucked pussy and ass for all the world to see. The Draenei priestess slept soundly on her back, her robes bunched up around her waist as her trusty staff Benediction still protruded out of her stretched and satisfied hole. She had obviously wanted to continue playing after he had moved on to the Night Elf girl....or was it the male that was after her? He couldn't remember, and he definitely wasn't proud of that one. He glanced at the Night Elf rogue, his pants barely over his ass and still bent over as if offering Thorgrym more action. He honestly hadn't been able to identify the Night Elf as a man at first, and the guy had been awfully enthusiastic to be helping take part in their "quest", especially after Thorgrym had dropped his drawers. He had never seen someone with a hungrier look! It must have been the mix of long-hair and his unfamiliarity with the Alliance races, outside of sending them on a nice long soul walk back to their corpses, that had caused him to miss that....not to mention they were a naturally feminine looking race! The guy hadn't actually been that bad, and he had put it to him hard, trying to match the rogue's enthusiasm ( after all, rogue's do it from behind...or so he had heard )....but then he had seen that fateful adam's apple and...Anyway! Not his fault!

Crazy fucking Alliance!

That brought him to Mr.Grumpy-pants. It hadn't occured to him that the warrior-ess might be someones girlfriend, or partner of some sort. The Night Elf Hunter sat on the stump of an ancient tree corpse, frowning and glowering, his eyes threatening Thorgrym in more ways than words could describe.

Thorgrym could only offer a half-hearted shrug as an apology. He knew it'd be awhile before the guy was going to get any worthwhile fun from his girl. He hoisted his loose fitting leather and mail pants, buckling them tightly around his waist as he watched the Alliance companions slowly pull themselves together and begin their long journey back to wherever they were headed. The rogue taking up the rear, occasionally looking over his shoulder with the sorrow-filled look of longing...

Fucking...Crazy...


But that was the Alliance for you! At least as far as Thorgrym was concerned.....He carefully collected the rest of his Shaman's gear, holstering his two broad-bladed hand-axes, re-equipping his vestments, and checking his many pouch's of totemic nick-nacks before casually shapeshifting into a translucent spectral wolf and taking off toward the nearest Horde camp. There had been too much action for today, and he feared running into even more crazy Alliance...

Stranglethorn Vale.

It was peaceful and quiet here. Oh, who was she kidding anyway? If she wasn’t battling the trolls, it was that damn goblins throwing their little explosives not to mention the various wild life in these parts, especially the shadow panthers that stalked her in their stealth mode. Sneaky bastards. There was also the human pirates to watch out for. Still, all in all, she had accumulated quite a few skins. Selling them probably could bring a pretty penny at the auction house but she needed them herself to further her leather crafting skills. Despite the trials and tribulations, tonight was quiet and peaceful.

Maille tossed another log on her campfire and settled back against a rock. Achilles, her rather large lion companion settled in beside her with a yawn and a quick lick of his chops. Extending a hand, the Night Elf hunter scratched her companion behind the ear and in return, Achilles licked her hand affectionately. Maille’s bow rested against the rock her back was against, easily within reach. The fire crackled in the silence of the night. Small nocturnal animals rustled in the low lying bushes nearby as the stars took turns twinkling in the black backdrop of the night sky. A quick yawn on her part. A scoot down on the bedroll beneath her. The huntress’ eyes closed with the accompaniment of Achilles purring reaching her ears.

The dawning sun’s rays had barely touched the gentle waters of Booty Bay before it found Maille, further away, gathering up her gear and securing it to her mount. It was best to get moving again before the Nagas stirred and started to roam the beach. Mounting her saber with Achilles at her side, they headed off down the beach, careful to avoid the pirates who were on guard duty. Keeping to the water’s edge, it was easy enough to dodge them and those she couldn’t dodge, she outran. There was nothing like a night elf mount. Swift. Courageous. Loyal. Leaning over the great cat’s neck, she softly spoke in its ear, getting the saber to slow down and come to a full stop back some distance from a Horde camp that coming into view. If she remembered correctly the camp that stood before her was Grom’Gol. Looking up into the sky, Maille could see one of the Horde’s zepplins docking. More Horde. Just what they needed in the Vale.

How to get around this camp? They would swim around it. So long as she didn’t go too far out into the ocean or come too close to shore to alert the Horde guards, she should be fine. The last thing Maille wanted was to draw attention to herself. The Horde were a crazy lot, no doubt about it. If she were caught, no doubt she'd find herself staked out, stripped naked and with her luck? One of those male Taurens would be trying to mount her from behind. Or worse yet? One of those green little goblins would be trying to worm his way between her legs, his tongue snaking up her inner thigh. The possibilities made her shudder. The Horde was made up of some seriously messed up, twisted, creatures. Shaking her head slightly, the Night Elf Huntress eased her mount into the water, keeping her eyes fastened to the shore and the possibility of trouble. The closest flight master was in Booty Bay, neutral territory. The sooner she was out of this place, the better, but first, there was still a bridge to cross and an encampment of pirates to navigate around.

Ashenvale. She never thought she’d be happy to see that place again.

The Ashenvale Forest :

"You know why I'm here..." Thorgrym threw a wink at the orc-ess flight master of Splintertree Outpost, trying to turn on the ol' charm he had used for many a wind-ride. Vhulgra was having none of it today though.

"You smell like pussy... Alliance pussy. What have you got yourself into now Thorgy?" Her arms crossed under her wealth of bosom, emphasizing her disapproval of his morning activities. He had to admit, even while mad, she had a way about her...especially with those pigtails... A Tauren couldn't go wrong using those as handles for...

"...You know me, nothing I can't handle...eventually." This time he tried a grin...of the lascivious variety..maybe she wasn't a winking kind of girl, he honestly couldn't remember.

"Well..." Her arms began to uncross...Bingo!..."..just you make sure. You know how its getting out here. Smells like trouble brewing..."....and don't forget pussy, as you said earlier.."....I don't like it."

"No worries, Vhul...as I said before, you know why I'm here. I'm getting out before it blows up. Heading down to Ratchet. Thought you might like to give me a little wind-ride...for ol' times sake?" He let his grin spread out further, splitting his bullish muzzle in two.

"Well....I guess...for ol' times sake.." A hungry look had taken over her once blue-balling demeanor, and by the time they landed in Ratchet an unnecessary 3 hours later, she sat lightly in her saddle upon the wyvern, and struggled to keep upright through her exhaustion. Bragok, the goblin flight master in Ratchet, instantly picked up on what had transpired on the ride over as he went to inspect the also worn out wyvern. The poor animal looked like it had been through the wringer, and had been lucky to have not fallen out of the sky.

"You two, every time! You, Vhul, I don't know how you got your flight license! And You! You should know better, being a special...." The goblins tirade came to an abrupt end as Thorgrym's large palm instantly cut him off, clamping his small still-trying-to-extend-a-lengthy-diatribe-to-an-audience-that-didn't-quite-give-a-fuck mouth shut.

"Listen to that Bragok. Yes, that's precious silence....which is what we will all have hordes of once you're removed from your post and sent to the Blasted Lands for not shutting the hell up! Now I'll give you a moment to construct a rebuttal into the palm of my hand while your brain catches up to your not-so-common sense. " Thorgrym stood over the small green creature, making sure to puff out his chest and straighten his back to be all the more imposing. Sometimes one had to play the part given them, whether or not it was natural. It worked though, and the diminutive creature only tried to move his jaw another five times before finally catching himself. Brogak finally looked up into Thorgrym's eyes, giving him the nod of understanding Thorgrymrequired to remove the hand from his mouth...much to Thorgrym's satisfaction as he wiped the goblins spittal onto his chain and leather trousers.

"I...I'm...I'm sorry Thorgy, I almost spilled the kafa beans, didn't I?" The goblins face took on a crimson hue as his eyes looked off to the side, not able to meet Thorgrym's any long through his embarrassment.

"Yes, yes you did. But no matter, just see that Vhulgra gets another mount.." she had fallen off the wyvern while attempting to dismount, and had begun to try to stand up..unsuccessfully.. "...you know, when she's ready...Hey, maybe she'll even reward you for your help!"

"Of course, of course!" Bragok's hands fidgeted , rubbing over one another incessantly as he contemplated what kind of reward the disabled Orc female might give him. A lewd grin spread across his lips as the ideas began to take shape.

"I hear she likes it in the ..." The goblins eyes followed the direction of Thorgrym's thick digit as it singled out the buxom Orc's firm ass sticking in the air as she napped soundly in the dirt...finally giving up after being unable to steady her legs enough to stand..."...especially when being helpless, or tied down...she may say no, but I think we both know what that means." Thorgrym ribbed Bragok, maybe a bit too harshly as he almost fell over, to emphasize his point as he chuckled....selling the story as good as any of Bragok's race could.

"Really?...well..very interesting... very interesting indeed." A lustful flame had already began to burn brightly behind the goblin's eyes. Yes, Vhulgra was in for a fun surprise. Well, fun, if she could get over her fear of anal, and need for control. Thorgrym was usually the leading character in his recreational activities, but Vhulgra sure tried to give him a run for his money in that department. This will be good for her, broaden her horizons....and maybe get Bragok killed at the same time....see, win-win. The goblin was an obvious liability, if not just a plain annoyance, and he might have to give him the axe himself one of these days anyway. Might as well at least let him go out on a high-note.

Ratchet: Main Port of the Goblins

Thorgrym let his thoughts fade away as he strolled out through the bustling port town. The large warehouses full of goods, legal and illegal, standing stone to stone to the veritable palace of a wealthy merchant. Rough shacks peppered the streets as the less successful merchants and new-comers pitched a battle of commerce against each other in the economic war of a traders life. He always enjoyed the lively nature of this once simple place. Anything you could possibly want was available...for a price of course. The Horde had definitely profited by the Goblin's joining them. Their acquisition into the fold had not diminished their desire to make a gold off anything sentient enough to know the value, as they still allowed Alliance to wander their ports.....if not at their own risk. The loud slaps of flesh on flesh from an Orc giving it hard to a bound light blue Draenei girl caught in a mithril stock could be heard woven throughout the murmur and excited hoots and howls from a crowd of onlookers and those waiting their turn filing out a line several blocks long. Her long black hair had fallen in disarray around her small satyr horns. Its silken raven strands had caught in the beads of sweat that ran down her forehead and across her crimson tinged cheeks, plastering in a mess...A hot mess!... around her face. She panted and gasped out some iteration of , "Big! Too big! Please, you'll ruin me!"..with each forceful thrust. I can't imagine what she'd be saying if I was in his place!......Thorgrym definitely felt a more than small twinge of enthusiasm threatening to excite his well used tool. He was just about to use his special-ness Bragok had nearly mentioned earlier to intercede when...

....The Draenei's face suddenly began to contort as a wail ripped from her lips,"Oh Light! Please...not inside me!"...and was joined by the boisterous roar of the Orc behind her. Thorgrym watched as the brutish green Orc held himself locked inside the Draenei...no doubt making sure to give her every last drop. The excessive amount of spunk began to froth around the Draenei's stretched and abused pussy before finally falling like rain, dripping down into a bucket that had been conveniently placed to catch the remnants of her coupling. She was definitely in for a long long day...especially since Thorgrym had a general idea of what they were going to do with all that extra milk.... At least she won't be thirsty!... The line that had only been a few blocks long now had begun to wrap around almost out of eye-sight.

Oh well, maybe another time...

With a sigh for chances lost...he didn't feel it necessary to piss off that many people with a cut in line, especially for sloppy seconds...he started back down to his original goal...

It had been a long morning, and had only gotten longer as he finally found his way down to a familiar Inn, "The Painted Kaldorei". The image on the advertising plaque had always gotten a chuckle out of him as it displayed several goblins "painting" a rather well-endowed and happy looking Night Elf girl white. Thorgrym doubted she would be so happy to be getting as much "paint" in her hair as it looked like she was receiving. Nonetheless...it still made him smile a big bullish smile every time. He quickly found his set-aside chair, being made especially large enough to hold his enormous Tauren frame, near the back of the main social room. He rested his large elbows on the table, waiting for...

"Finally back, eh big guy?" The voice came from below the table. If it had been like his first time, he knew he would of been startled, but he had become used to this greeting as the fiery-red haired goblin danced around the wide rim of the wooden table to come into sight. Her light blue dress was cut low enough in the front to show off her ample green cleavage...for a goblin girl that is...and stitched tight around her curves of interest.

"It's good to see you Sparkshine! Nice dress! Now which one of these fools did you have to drain dry to get him to get you that getup?" He laughed as he reached out to pat the young goblin girl on the head. He had always liked her, ever since she had first wrapped those lovely ruby-red lips around his cock without him ever even having to ask...she definitely knew the quickest way to a Tauren's heart.

"Old Mr. GixSprocket, of course! You know how he's always been fond of me Thorgy. I mean, he was the one to take me in when my parents ship went down en route to Booty Bay. When those damnable Alliance had to pick another naval fight in a trading lane....of all places! And he was the one that taught me how to do that thing with my tongue....that you like so much..when I was just a scrap! So why wouldn't he buy me a dress? Been draining him dry since...forever!" Her breasts heaved with each deep intake of breath as she had forgone taking even one her during her little monologue. She smiled though, her cheeks a bit flushed in that lusty way which girls doll themselves up to get laid.

"So...that's a good thing...right?" Thorgrym was thankful for the teaching GixSprocket had given her, but wondered how having a pervy caretaker that liked a quality blowjob from his ward was a good thing for Sparkshine, other than....

"Of course it is! He's loaded! And he has a nice fat one that fits me perfect! Nothing next to yours Thorgy, but lets be honest, you were never going to fit that thing inside me anyway! Practically have to use my whole body to get you off! And what's more..." Sparkshine rattled off into another lengthy monologue...which Thorgrym had forgotten she was prone to...and why he liked her using her lips for other things so much.

It was late in the evening by the time he had gotten done talking to Sparkshine. He had used her for years to gain intel on certain person's of interest's movements, as well as the political scheming going on within Ratchet. Promiscuity was a spy's best resource. Pussy doesn't lie, was a phrase he had taken to heart during his years working for...< insert name of character reserved for later in the roleplay plot-twist >...but now he just needed to sleep, he was drained...figuratively, and literally..especially after the lip service the little goblin girl had insisted on giving him as a welcome back present.

Thorgrym quickly disrobed, enjoying the airing out of his short fine black haired body before taking a hot sudsy bath...making sure to wash behind his large wide-set pearl and black horns...before toweling off and enjoying the high quality rune-clothe sheets of the hyppogryph feather bed.

“What do you mean I don’t want to go to Ashenvale right now?”

The night elf stood back from the Booty Bay fight master and glared at the dwarf. Her arms were folded over her chest and a small booted foot tapped on the wooden floor. Achilles seemed oblivious to his mistresses slowly roiling temper. He merely stretched and yawned.

“Not unless ye be wantin’ to get shot out of the sky, missy.”

Gyll eyed the huntress warily but it was the great beastie at her side he worried ‘bout more. He had done his time on the battlegrounds. A hunter’s pet was nothing to fool with and this one could be shreddin’ his skin with just a flick of woman’s fingertips. He wasn’t right worried about Maille however. She was a good one.

“What’s yer hurry, lass? Why not pop down and see ol’ Skindle and have an ale or several. Take a hot bath. Get a good night’s rest in a bed fer a change. By mornin’ the situation should lighten up.”

His voice grated on her nerves. Then again, maybe she should take some time to relax for a change. What was her hurry? The documents in her bag couldn’t be that important, right?

“All right, Gyll. Maybe you have a point here. Just give me a gryphon to Stormfall, will you? I rather go there than deal with the goblins here,” she leaned close to the dwarf and lowered her voice, “I don’t care for goblins…”

The wise flight master said nothing but nodded his head sagely and called for one of his flight crew.

“Good winds to ye, lass! Give that king of yours a slap on the back from ol’ Gyll.”

With a wave of her hand, Maille was off, soaring through the skies. Winter was coming to their lands. The air was cooler. Crisper. She lifted her face to the wind and enjoyed the sensations it provoked. Before long she was landing in Stormwind and as she dismounted and turned to walk away, Dungar, the gryphon master, slapped her on the ass. Maille looked over her shoulder to catch a wink which brought about a cheeky grin from herself. There was a pronounced sway to her hips as she left the platform and headed toward the town square where The Gilded Rose resided.

“Greetings, Allison. A room for one, please?”

The innkeeper gave Achilles a pointed look.

“Oh, he doesn’t count. He’s a cat after all.”

“A rather large cat, Maille. Not one I’d argue over bed space with.”

Maille chuckled as one hand found a furry ear and scratched behind it.

“We don’t fight over that. Achilles picks a side and I get what’s left over.”

Both women laughed.

“Come Achilles. Let us go find a place by the fire to sit and have an ale and some dinner. Let’s not take up any more of Allison’s time. “

The smallest of directional pushes was given to the lion’s fur as the huntress moved across the floor to take a seat not far away from the fire. Slumping down in her chair, she idly stared into nothingness. It was much more quiet here than in the Dwarven District but the Gold Keg there would be the best place to garner information. Stormfall was abuzz with rumors. Something about Hellscream. Nothing would surprise Maille where the Horde was concerned but it was worrisome to think that the Horde leader was up to something. Again. Nothing good would come of it, well, certainly not for the Alliance. Maybe it was time to visit her old friend Mathias Shaw. Now if anyone could make her smile, it was Mathias. Considering the things he had shown her the last time she was in town…..




Pale moonlight infiltrated the room, casting a soft pearly glow over the sleeping woman and lion. The shadowy form outside the window grimaced. Damn cat! He hadn’t expected that. What kind of woman had a lion for a bed companion anyway? Only a huntress and no ordinary huntress either. Well, what the hell was he going to do now? He could either turn around and leave or quickly figure out how to lure the lion off the bed and away from its mistress. Before he could decide on a course of action, the lion made things easier. It blinked, turned its great head and stared at the curtained window , making the shadow that blended into the night, freeze and hold his breath. Leisurely, the lion licked its paw before slipping from the bed and padding from sight. The shadow knew better. It had run into the great cat before. Never, ever, take a lion’s movements for granted, especially this one. Still, the temptation of the voluptuous, female elf stretched out on the bed, sleeping, was distracting as hell.

There was a soft click as the shadowy one jimmied the window latch open before pushing the glass pane open slightly……

Ratchet: Still the main port city of the Goblins....and still here.

It was getting hot in the usually comfortable sized Inn room, something that was usually a common thing for Thorgrym's frequent stays, but this time...well this time...it was becoming an uncomfortable heat....

"Well, are you going to give me a shave with that, or what? Shit, or get off the pot Liadrin! You know how busy I am, and how I get when someone interrupts my beauty sleep!" Thorgrym's eyes never graced the edge of the slender blade being laid across his throat by the diminutive blood elf in the heavy metal folds of blue plated armor. Instead, he had decided to focus on the sparkling glowing orbs of her eyes. Eyeing the object of your doom usually bespoke of anxiety, or fear, things he had learned wouldn't due in the current occupation he had now....despite the fact he wasn't quite sure what the Blood Elf paladin....the white crests jutting out of the pauldrons had always been a dead give away for her class, if you happened to miss the black tabard with the crimson winged crest....was doing here, let alone why she was laying several feat of razor's edge across his delicate tracheal area.

"Lady...." It was more growl than a word.

"What?!" He knew she was serious...you know, by the way her brow had drawn in and her eyes had narrowed to slits that'd challenge her sword for the sharpness of their acumen.

"I said Lady!...Lady...fucking...Liadrin! You know my Light's damned title you two-legged heffer! Now use it before I......" Her glare had suddenly turned to her left, something in her peripheral grabbing her attention, down to the middle of the blankets covering Thorgrym. The thin summer-sewn runeclothe blanket had begun to rise slowly, swelling and growing as it pushed out and up. Liadrin seemed confused as her eyes flicked back up towards the head of the bed, where Thorgrym's large palms rested to either side of his head as she held him captive with her weapon, and then back down to the truncheon like object forming under the covers.

"That's...that's not your....Light, how could you be getting....at a time like this?!" The surprise in her eyes couldn't of been more obvious as the wheels turned and the likely object of her confusion finally clicked and the mystery unraveled.

"Sorry, I guess all this foreplay's got me a bit excited...." He gave her a wide toothy grin, one that sought out a reaction, yearned for a response....a grin that grabbed enough attention that a blood elf paladin wouldn't notice the subtle movements of long braided lengths of vines moving into position from four of the eight earthbinding totems Thorgrym routinely lined his nightly Inn rooms with for peace of mind....hard to sleep easy with murderous rogues and paladins running around after all.

The shock on Liadrin's face put the earlier surprised one to shame as the vines from his totems lashed out like shot pellets from a dwarven hand cannon, taking hold of her wrists and ankles without incident before launching her back. The vines instantly tightened, securing her frame as she was stretched out spread eagle.

"You!Light!No! How could you?! Let me out of this, immediately! You know who I am, Thorgrym! Lor'Themar will have your hide for this! Let..ME...GO!" Liadrin tried to pull and and wiggle herself free from the leafy jailers, but to no avail. Thorgrym casually rose out of the bed, taking the paladin's thin bladed sword in hand from where it had been dropped as he strode over to her.

"I don't think Lor'Themar will be saving your ass this time....not this morning at least...though if I were to save one, it'd definitely be your....it definitely is a cute one." Thorgrym smiled down at the caught blood elf, his hand holding her sword giving her armor plated bottom a playful swat to emphasize his point.

"What...what are you going to do?" Her lips were the cute naturally pink and full kind, and the way they began to droop in a worried pout....it set Thorgrym's baser desires on fire.

His only reply was a grin.....of the lascivious variety.

Several hours later.....

The clanging of plates and silverware being dropped noisily announced Sparkshine as the small goblin girl entered the room carrying what was going to be Thorgrym's breakfast.

"What the fuck!...or better yet Thorgy, whom the fuck are you fucking?! You sure that's safe?!"Sparkshine had walked in on a cummed-out mess splayed out only in a black tabard on her stomach in the middle of Thorgrym's bed receiving the hammering of a lifetime. The mess's thin wrists were bound tightly to her ankles by thick green vines as Thorgrym pounded her ass with abandon...which made sense seeing the open and gaping hole that was once a fine pussy by her estimation, but what was now a cavernous ruin for anything but Tauren's and possibly wyrmkin. Sparkshine couldn't imagine the time it'd must have taken to break in that poor blood elf enough to take his fat cock....which had prompted her safety comment....but it sure looked like a lot of fun, and lamented not being born a little taller...just a little, yes...she licked her lips as she thought of the fun being denied her just because of her race.

"This...would be...Lady!...Liadrin!" Thorgrym more moaned or grunted his words than really spoke as he refused to interrupt his rhythmic exercise of the Lady's ass. Liadrin hadn't really spoken much herself since the umpteenth time she had reached satisfaction while he was showing her just how wrong she was about what could fit where...Now she just rolled her head back and forth while her mouth hung open emitting moan after moan with the occasional high pitched scream that coincided with an irrational thrashing and wriggling against her bonds as her whole body tensed and milked him....he had really grown to enjoy that , though it had come less often since he had started loosening up her back passage.

"Mind...giving me...or rather...Her...a hand?" He winked at the little goblin as he widened his stance on the bed, giving her an even clearer view of the blood elf's cummed-out sex.

"Thought you'd never ask Thorgy! Can't be any bigger than what you've already given her!" Sparkshine hurdled the mess of food on the floor as she eagerly climbed onto the bed behind Thorgrym, her little hand balling into a fist as it darted into Liadrin's gaping pussy. Her fist easily fit in the cum-slicked hole as she buried her arm up to the elbow inside the blood elf. Sparkshine wasted no time before whipping her arm back and punching back in, fisting Liadrin in tandem with Thorgrym's long, hard strokes.

"NooooooooO! Too much!...no, I'm...from a goblin?! I can't be cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmiiiinnnnnngggg!" That finally got the blood elf talking again as her body clamped down on both Thorgrym and Sparkshine's appendages as she writhed and squirmed, causing....

"MoooOOoOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Sparkshine could feel Thorgrym through the thin wall separating his cock from her arm as his massive tool throbbed and literally hummed as another hot load of his milk rocketed up his lengthy shaft, creating a cum-fountain in the blood elf's tight ass....and Sparkshine was in the best spot! Her free hand cupped and squeezed the tauren's giant balls, kneading them as she always did when she was lucky enough to drink their contents personally....but for now she wanted this hot mess of a girl to enjoy every drop. Sparkshine took Liadrin's mews and gasps with each jet of the tauren's creamy hot liquid filling her as appreciation for Sparkshine's efforts.

"So, are you going to explain this one Thorgy? Looks like an awfully great story somewhere in this , don't you think? I mean, no one let her in to my knowledge. That looks like paladin armor. Paladin's aren't that sneaky, which means she had to have had help, and you know that means someone in the kitchen probably. We both know that Innkeeper Cogglebax is going to throw a fit when he finds out one of his staff was working outside his knowledge...and not throwing him a taste! Or if he was..then he has to worry about you, and I don't think he'd be wanting to worry about that! Besides...." Thorgrym tried to tune her out as he withdrew his weapon from the blood elf sheath...cum that had been just rivulets forming around her stretched anal ring had now turned into a straight up deluge as he un-dammed the blood elf's tight ass. Sparkshine, ever the busy bee, had already retrieved her arm and begun cleaning up. Between her own tongue and a batch of clean towels and napkins she had brought with the food, she had managed to remove any trace of his cum from her green flesh....all while not missing a beat in her incessant questioning and deductions.

"Enough Sparkshine." He smiled down at her as he grabbed a towel from her and began wiping his thin fine black haired hide down.

"Stormwind. It looks like my trip has been bumped up. She didn't have any details, but it seems things are getting serious between Garrosh and Varian. The truth of it can be seen as close as the Ashenvale. Lor'Themar wishes me to use my position to find out how far south things have gone. Depending on how hot things have gotten...well...he has his own plans. " He tossed the now sopping wet cotton cloth towel to Sparkshine as he headed toward the bathroom.

"Well....seems like you'll be in a hurry then. I'll go send a runner down to Captain Krick Wrenchnozzle, see if he can expedite your trip. The Maiden's Fancy should get you there....that and if I remember right, he owes Cogglebax a favor or two...and Cogglebax owes you more than that! Shouldn't be too hard to convince ol' Captain Krick." The goblin girl was about to turn and run for the door..

"Cogglebax might see it differently after he has to deal with this." Thorgrym thumbed toward the now sleeping Lady Liadrin resting soundly on her stomach with her butt still raised up in the air, displaying her completely devastated and cummed-out ass and pussy. "Lor'Themar's going to want her back...despite needing another pillow-warmer. Think you can manage one of those draenei priests fresh off the ship?"

"Eh, shouldn't be a problem....about how fresh should she be? You know how those trolls are....draenei don't stay fresh long around here." Sparkshine threw Thorgrym a lewd grin, letting him know in no uncertain terms she still remembered the last time he wanted something fresh.

"As fresh as possible, Sparkshine. You know I got the coin. I want to make sure he can feel the Light no matter what hole he wants to use. From how tight the Lady was, he's going to need something with zero-wear." As if on cue the Lady Liadrin began to utter an incoherent stream of regrets...mostly having to do with Lor'themar, and her now lack of fitness to serve in letting him feel the Light.

"You're the boss Thorgy!" With that she scampered off, leaving the door open as a veritable army of goblin maids marched in carrying all-manner of cleaning utensils with buckets of inscrutable liquids. Thorgrym sighed, feeling pangs of guilt as he left the room an utter wreck once again....it only lasted a moment before he refocused on the sudden turn of events...he had to get to Stormwind, and quick. Lor'themar certainly had plans...and the end results could potentially be disastrous.

With a great bit of caution in tow, the shadow climbed over the window sill, slipping into the room. Sticking to the darkness along the far wall, his keen eyes were on the lookout for the companion. No doubt, man-eating lion, which was nowhere in sight. Where had that flea-ridden fur ball gotten to? Under the bed? The shadow slipped through a ray of moonlight and crouched low to the floor at the foot of the bed, carefully looking under it. Nope, not there. The cloaked head turned to glance about, not finding hide or hair of the great cat. Making his way cautiously to the open door, he glanced out and saw the golden mane of the lion in front of the fireplace in the outer room. A slow grin formed on the man’s lips. Perfect. The bedroom door closed slowly and quietly. Feeling much safer, the shadow stretched his back before padding over to the bed and looked down at the sleeping elf. It had been some time since he had shared a bed with Maille. His cloak hit the floor with a soft wisp of a sound. It must have been enough of one to make the elf stir. It wasn’t easy to remove his boots quietly all the while trying not to wake the sleeping female. His trews were less tricky to remove as was his tunic. Before long he stood in his full naked glory in the shadows momentarily watching the rise and fall of the bed covers across her chest. His fingers itched to touch the soft flesh he knew, by heart, resting under those covers. His penis throbbed, reminding him of where it wanted to be. With stealth and dexterity, the shadow slid into the bed beside her. Rough fingertips found the inside of a tender, muscled thigh and slowly feathered up the tender flesh just stopping short of its tantalizing prize. His face, now uncovered, brushed against the sensitive column of her throat. Lips parted against the warmth there, the tip of his tongue tracing a pulsing vein. The sleeping huntress stirred in her sleep with a soft, rumbling sound. His lips found the spot just behind her ear. Fingertips were on the move again, hovering just at the lips that concealed her internal feminine cavern.

“I swear,” came a soft rumbling, sleepy murmur “if you don’t slip those fingers of yours into me, I’m going to stab you.”

His head jerked back, dark eyes seeking the eyes of the one that spoke… and found them. Staring directly into his own.

“Hello, Malcom. What took you so long?”

Her last sentence was spoken on a sharp intake of breath along with the widening of her eyes as his fingers smoothly sought out her moist interior. Immediately upon his entering, her vaginal muscles clamped down and around his fingers. With the recovery of his initial surprise, Malcom’s head lowered, his lips seeking out the soft vulnerable flesh of her neck, his fingers withdrew to the edge of her outer, slightly aroused lips, hesitating but a teasing moment before plunging forward again. Maille’s hips rose to meet the thrust, leisurely grinding against them. His lips slid up the column of her throat to nibble at her earlobe as his voice came in a low, growly, whisper.

“That damn cat of yours. I remember all too clearly the last time he and I tangled.”

A low sultry sound came from the depth of her throat. It was hard to tell if the sound she made was because of his fingers or the mention of her four-legged companion. She remembered the last time Malcom had come face to face with Achilles.




They had gotten into Stormfall late. Leaving Achilles in the room by himself to settle in for the night, she had made her way down to the common room for an ale and some dinner. Achilles had already eaten earlier. The toasty fire, the generous ale and some interesting company had her staying downstairs until very late. The sight that greeted her eyes when she opened the door to her room, was one she would never forget. Plastered up against the far bedroom wall by her furry guardian was a naked man. Yes, it had been Malcom, agent for SI:7. A rogue by trade. It wasn’t as if Achilles didn’t know who Malcom was. They had become acquainted several years ago. However, apparently, Achilles was feeling playful and Malcom, well, Malcom was looking.... vulnerable… in his nudity.

Maille stepped into the room, gently closing the door behind her. There was a smirk of amusement on her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the scene before her. The harried man shot Maille a look of desperation.

“Call him off, will you? He’s not listening to me.”

Maille chuckled, not moving at all. Her eyebrow arched as she continued to stare at the two males. Achilles, for his part, didn’t even bother to glance at her. His upper lip curled back to reveal lethal looking teeth.

“I don’t think he’s going to listen to me either, Malcom. Dare I ask, no, I will ask because I am extremely curious… how did you get into this situation anyway?”

The agent, after a long stare, finally dared to glance away from the four-legged threat, who was now licking his chops and gave Maille a rueful look.

“You know me, darlin’. I like surprising you. So, I came into your room like I always do and I saw this lump under the covers of the bed and….”

He abruptly came to a halt in the telling on an indrawn breath as the lion sniffed his flat stomach and whose nose was moving lower toward the family jewels.

“Achilles. Hey, Achilles, stop that! Damn cat, listen to me.”

Malcom made the mistake of lowering a hand but quickly wised up and froze as the great cat growled.

“Maille… damn it…..”

The huntress smirked as she gave a soft whistle, deciding to cut Malcom a break. He was a good guy and a good lover. The cat gave the naked man another once over from his golden eyes before he padded over to his mistress and rubbed his great body against her leg, purring. Extending a hand, she ruffled his fur, scratching behind his ear. The golden beast moved toward the closed bedroom door and waited patiently for the woman to open it. The door was opened, the cat slipped out of the room and flopped on the small rug in front of the door. Again, the door was softly closed…..




Her lower body subtly moved with his fingers. Her head tilted back into the pillow beneath it, extending her neck, further inviting his lips and teeth to explore. They took up that offer. His fingers left her body, trailing a fine line of wetness along her inner thigh. Masculine hands closed around soft, firm, molded thighs, parting them as his body shifted over hers. Long, slender fingers, slightly calloused at the tips, dug into his lower back as his body invaded hers. There was a flurry of movement as lips found lips and parted, tongues finding each other. Maille softly moaned into his mouth. He greedily swallowed the sound. Slender, toned legs rose, wrapping themselves around his waist. Malcom took advantage of the position to drive his cock head up against her womb, making her legs tighten around him. Her fingernails went from pressing into his back to raking upward along his spine, leaving behind a thin red line on either side. He drove into her body fearlessly and ferociously. Her hips rose to meet each thrust, grinding down upon his cock, feeling the head press up against the opening to her womb. Small whimpering sounds emitted from her throat. Sounds that came faster and with a greater intensity until her body stiffened beneath him, her legs tightening like python around his waist. Just for a second she went totally still. Malcom used that second to repeatedly thrust into her body and with a strength that rocked the bed against the wall, though neither of them paid any heed. The internal muscles of her pussy squeezed his cock as they began to milk it, testament to her orgasmic state. Malcom groaned into her neck, burying his face there as he found his release as well, unable to hold out any longer.

The moment was fleeting as these things always were. His body collapsed upon her own. His breathing was harsh in her ear. Lethargic, he didn’t want to move but she’d soon be pushing him off her anyway. Malcom rolled to one side of the bed, taking her with him, settling her small frame on top of his. One of his hands rose to lightly stroke the back of her head and lower still, tracking her spine and settled on one cheek of her ass.

“How’s it feel to be the hunted instead of the hunter?”

His voice whispered into her ear as his lips teased the lobe. Her body shook slightly with contained mirth. Maille lifted her head to glance down at his face, her eyes filled with amusement.

“I don’t know. When it happens, I’ll be sure to inform you.”

The sound of his palm making contact with the fleshy globe of her ass made her chuckle.