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The Secrets we Hide

Hey remember those days I didn’t write porn? Me neither, have some smut. Could you tell I have a fetish? I sure can!

Being a Knight meant being composed in all situations, be it the grandest of battles, the darkest of terrors, or even witnessing the foulest of crimes. Vikentus Hawkshroud kept that air well, keeping his hands folded on the desktop politely as the Paladin spoke to him. This conversation wasn't very fulfilling, but he had a duty as Sir Hawkshroud to listen to any pious man of the Light's warnings. The human more than likely shared them himself, but he had heard them all before. Hidden demons, prophets of the Old Gods, Death Knights disguising themselves as High Elves – if the centurion had a silver piece for every time he had heard such a claim, he could probably afford a better lock on his door to keep these fools out. This time was just another occasion in which he really didn't want these men in his home, trying to fill his ears with rambling nonsense, though this time it wasn't because he was bored of their words:

It was more because of how Saebele seated between his legs, the Night Elf shrouded by the desk's view as she suckled at his thick cockhead lovingly, eyes fluttering at the fat treat stiffly held out before her.

“-And as you can assume, finding such a vagrant is paramount to our investigation, Sir Hawkshroud,” the Draenei Vindicator finished simply, his unblinking stare hardly worth trying to intimidate the human. The knight merely gazed back with the same practiced boredom, though the woman bobbing harder on his rigid shaft was not making it easier. He had found the Kaldorei only a few days previously, where a simple discussion over wine quickly turned into a night of rapid and heart-pounding sex. The human was more than happy to keep her company in his home, but now he was starting to regret that decision a bit; she was damn-near insatiable. If it wasn't for his own capable stamina, he doubted he would have even had the strength to keep himself propped upright at his desk! A knight was not forbidden against sex, but being caught with his pants-down was the fastest way to have his title sacked and his name forever entrenched in the mud.

“And yet you have no... concrete leads on this vagrant?” Sir Hawkshroud replied with a bite of arrogance in his voice. The faster he could get these people to leave, the better: Saebele hardly seemed to care that company was over, her lewd ministrations even more forceful as her lips sealed around his dickhead. It was enough to make Vikentus' brow furrow with bliss, though the Draenei before him took it as annoyance, frowning impatiently at him.

“We have tracked her trail within Stormwind, but there are many places that a rat can hide, Sir Knight,” the Draenei murmured icily, stroking at his chiseled chin. “And your support-”

“-Can't be handed out every time someone tells me they've got a heretic on the run,” the human growled back just as sternly, crossing his arms over his chest as the Kaldorei began to shower his fat cock with kisses. The sudden coolness of the air now that his cock wasn't nestled in her warm mouth made Vikentus shiver slightly, but his blue eyes kept intently on the Draenei as he shuffled in his seat. Luckily, the Vindicator didn't seem to notice, being more exasperated at the knight's stubborn nature to notice as he waved his hand dismissively.

“Very well. I see we cannot rely on a fellow Paladin of the Light to find this treacherous fiend,” he grunted, nodding to his fellow crusaders. The verbal attack would have normally had Vikentus irked, but he was too busy being anchored down by Saebele pinning his cock to her lips so happily. “But do us this one favor: if you hear of any clues to Saebele's whereabouts, do tell us.”

Hearing both the Night Elf's name and the fact she had just started sucking on one of his plump balls lasciviously made the human suddenly pound a fist on the table out of excitement.

“What?”

“Oh? Do you know something, Sir Knight?” The Draenei asked curiously, turning with a raised eyebrow towards the human.

“What? No, this is just – that sounds like a Night Elf name!” Vikentus hissed, visibly turning redder in the cheeks as Saebele kept lashing her tongue along one of his hefty balls lovingly. Every time he felt like he could get used to that heavenly feeling, she shifted over to give the other orb some much-needed worship. It seemed to be his weakness, for his stuffy facade was starting to fail spectacularly.

“That's what I said. Several times, Sir Knight,” the Vindicator stated idly, his quirked eyebrow only raising. “Saebele, Kaldorei, wanted on several accounts of worship to the Old Gods, heresy in the highest degree, and accused of being one of the very prophets of doomsday!”

Every syllable that left the Draenei's mouth was agony to the human's ears – not because he believed him, but because he had to somehow endure the bliss of Saebele's tongue as she lapped at his tensing sack without showing it. Obviously, the Vindicator was wrong: he had spent several nights cuddling and fucking the Night Elf, and she didn't show even the slightest sign of corruption. But the fact that he had to listen to this drawn-out explanation while the Kaldorei was practically making out with his overly-full balls was torturous. Pinching his brow to compose himself, his other hand reached down to snatch at a fistful of Saebele's white hair, shoving her harder against his full sack. It made her tongue stop lashing at him so eagerly, and also drew out an eager, pleased moan from her wantonly.

“And here I thought... you had told me this was a Ren'dorei...” Vikentus growled out, glaring back at the Draenei with a somewhat heavier breath. It could have been mistaken for anger, but in reality, it was all because of the Night Elf planting even more sloppy kisses to his balls.

“Oh no, KalDorei, Sir Hawkshroud,” the Vindicator murmured, now looking more somber that there was no real lead. “But now I see why you wouldn't care for my concerns – the Ren'dorei do come off as untrustworthy due to their nature.”

It was as if the Draenei was purposefully being long-winded just to cause the knight more blissful agony. The human had released Saebele for calming her ministrations down, but she quickly went back to messing with him twice as hard by pulling back to his cockhead and slurping on it once more. It meant that Vikentus was forced to anchor his fingers back along her hair once more, as well as clutch his scruffy chin as if he was genuinely interested in what the Vindicator had to say. He needed them to leave now, especially as he could feel his heavy balls tensing up intently, cock throbbing with incessant need against Saebele's lips...

“We can discuss this another time then,” Vikentus started, trying to seem as menacing as possible. “Right now, you've got me in such a poor mood for wasting my time and not getting to the point!”

“Harumph! Very well, Sir Knight,” The Vindicator grumbled, but a triumphant shine in his eyes was all the human needed to see to know he had won him over. Great. Now he was going to have to deal with that later, but at least it would allow him to deal with this issue at hand – or at cock, really. Every second that passed felt like it was ripping physically into the centurion, trying to hold on to the best of his ability as his orgasm impatiently waited for its arrival. The Paladins all began to depart, with the Vindicator smirking as he stuck his head out of the door.

“The Gold Requiem thanks you for such a warm welcome.”

The door slammed shut on his last word, but Vikentus was already unloading on “come.”

His fingers entangled themselves into Saebele's hair as he erupted a jet of hot, thick spunk down her throat, the woman barely needing to swallow for how hard it was rocketing into her. And yet, her tongue was still massaging the underside of his shaft, milking him of every drop his overindulged balls had to give the Night Elf. The human's expression had shattered into euphoria as he shuddered in his seat, endlessly flooding her mouth with his tasty jizz, the treat she was working for so badly. Saebele swallowed dutifully, her silver eyes rolling back slightly as she sucked him at her hardest. It took a long time for the knight to stop stuffing his cum into her, but when his last rope of cream went down her throat, the Night Elf didn't stop sucking, cleaning off any residual pre-cum still on him with a hum on her lips.

“So much that time~!” She teased, giggling as she gave his cockhead a small kiss on the tip. The human looked down to glare at her, but he was ironically halted at what he had seen – she must have put on some glittering silver lipstick, for his cock and balls were totally covered in kiss marks. That, combined with her voluptuous, nude body clad only in stockings only made his still-stout cock surge painfully rigid, a motion that the Night Elf cooed with delight at. “And still hard too! You're amazing~”

“You're gonna be the death of me, Saebele,” Vikentus wheezed, still trying to catch his breath as he felt all of his restrained sweat start to drop down his face. “You didn't tell me you were being chased.”

“I think it's fun!” She replied happily, casually stroking the human as he raised an exasperated eyebrow at her. “It's like hide and seek – Saeb finds a place to go, the Paladins find her, she fucks them all as reward, and we repeat!”

This explanation wasn't making things any more clear. The human just shook his head as he stroked a hand along her cheek softly.

“You're going to need to explain better,” he tried again, trying to look serious even as she began to rub his sensitive cockhead against her pert nipple lightly. “Why exactly are-”

“WHA-”

The sudden yell was enough to make Vikentus nearly jump out of his skin, his worst suspicions confirmed as he looked in the doorway to see the Vindicator had returned. He looked equal parts shocked and revolted as he gazed at the two, but just before the knight could consider drawing his blade, the Draenei's expression suddenly went dopey. Confused at that bizarre look, the human looked back down to Saebele, and got yet another shock.

“Oops, I think Vik was too loud – but that's Saeb's fault too!” the Night Elf first started in embarrassment, then added on a giggle as she looked up to the human fondly. Though, despite her voice remaining the same girlish tone, her skin had suddenly taken on an eldritch appearance, seeming to crawl and writhe as if it was nothing more than a covering for something far more terrible being shrouded beneath it. She looked over towards the Draenei, and waved her left hand at him – or rather, waved her left set of limbs at him. The Kaldorei had apparently grown a few shadowy tendrils as well.

“Go on, shoo! Saebele is busy! Y'uln nog goka gotha'bnthk!”

The sudden warbling tone, combined with the alien language, sent a different, more primal shiver down the Knight's spine as the Draenei nodded slowly, and tromped with sluggish shoulders out of the room. The air felt very sharp and cold, but as soon as the door closed, it become as warm and sex-hazed as before. Amazed, Vikentus looked back down to Saebele, whose monstrous appearance had returned back to her normal, attractive form, another laugh on her lips.

“Sowwy! How can Saebele make it up to Master?”

There were several seconds of shocked silence save for the Kaldorei's humming, but eventually the human scratched at the back of his head offhandedly, reaching down to tousle her hair once more with a partially affectionate, partially terrified touch.

“Er – maybe a titfuck?”

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[aaliyaeger]

Heart-Shaped Holidays

Boy, I haven’t written in so long that I’ve forgotten how to do titles as well. Anyway, in some attempt to get my writing feeling back into gear, I wrote a thing. It’s yet another smut thing, so that’s. Dandy. It’s also of Rex and his kickass punchy-waifu Kyleri, so that’s pretty cool too. Anyway, here’s to hoping that this kicks off more actual writing.

February in Azeroth had many different meanings to it. It began to shed the last vestiges of winter and heralded the first bastions of spring, but most importantly, it was the month that was home to Love is in the Air. It was the time where all of Azeroth's denizens could show their infatuation towards their beloved others, or just the love they had to offer to the world. Stormwind in particular was a great fan of the holiday, every inch of Elwynn itself dedicated towards Love is in the Air. Pink showered across the region, chalky candies stormed the streets and the haze of far-too-sweet perfume choked the air. It was the best time to go on romantic dates, to dress up and express one's truest affections for the person they loved so dearly.

Both Rex and Kyleri would have loved to do that – if they weren't so rudely interrupted.

The Night Elf woman rebounded off of the Terrorguard with a loud exerting grunt, kicking from the demon's broken neck with a graceful flip and landing beside the Draenei with ease. She was light on her feet, and even in her radiant silver dress, she moved with surprising ease. Granted, the heels Kyleri had been wearing had been long since used as stiletto knives to gouge a Felguard's eyes out, so she was now barefoot, but it was impressive that she moved so smoothly. Not a scratch marred the Kaldorei's skin or even upset her mint-green hair, though every motion she made was making her impressive bust jiggle dangerously, as if she was about to pop free with the wrong motion. Still, that was nothing in comparison to the poor state of the Reaver's suit, several gouges ripped into the dark cloth and one of the sleeves entirely removed so that his bulging bicep could flex properly. Rex's greataxe was not at his side, and he was instead beating back the Legion onslaught with his bare fists like his girlfriend was. Although while Kyleri had such control over her blows, the Draenei was just hitting them so thunderously hard that he didn't need to be properly trained to prove his point! Even with the Alliance and Horde alike bearing down upon Argus, the Legion still had the numbers to try and assault the regions of the capitals themselves; the couple were not about to back down from a free fight either, even on Love is in the Air!

“They keep coming,” the Monk murmured idly, not sounding particularly upset by that statement as her back connected with her boyfriend's. “And I think we're surrounded.”

“Unlucky for them!” Rex cackled, his tail swishing almost protectively close to Kyleri, the corsair wiping off one of his bloodied hands. “Rex can do this all week!”

A demonic screech roared from the ranks that were indeed closing in on the two fighters, the battered and ruined bodies of their brethren not faltering them as they marched towards the pirate and monk. Any means of escape had vanished by now – they would either have to kill them all, or being consumed by the horde. They didn't seem worried, though Kyleri brushed a lock of her hair away from her face as she looked back towards the Reaver with a curious quirk in her brow.

“We can't stay too long though. Isn't the ship leaving in a few hours?”

“SHIT! REX FORGOT!” He suddenly howled, his only working eye opening broadly and the Draenei gasping in childish horror. Despite being the captain himself, apparently the threat of his own ship leaving the port without him had Rex absolutely terrified, for his face scrunched him into a much more serious glare. “Okay. Rex will clean this up – he just needs to kill the biggest demon, yes?”

He looked towards his right, peering over the waves of demons marching in line towards the two, where he could see a cliff-face ablaze with demonic felfire. Elwynn Forest threatened to be burned to ash, and the sole reason was the horrible Pit Lord perched upon the cliff, the definite commander of the Legion assault silently leering towards the battlefield with cold indifference. Far larger than even the Infernals that rained from the sky, the Annihilan demon merely watched the battle with the same excitement that one would watch paint dry, hardly seeming to care about the fate of the denizens he was condemning to death.

“That's inconspicuous,” Kyleri murmured sarcastically, tilting her head just enough to the right to dodge a bolt of demonic fire rocketing passed her head. “But I don't know if we can get up to him.”

“Rex bets he could kill him in one hit!” He grinned broadly, cracking his neck and casually crushing an imp under his hoof without realizing it. “He might need to steal a weapon from one of the demons, but he could do it!”

“You think you could kill a Pit Lord in one shot?” Kyleri asked curiously, though she smirked playfully at him.

“REX ABSOLUTELY COULD! He heard a Orc did it once, why not Rex?”

“If you kill that Pit Lord right now in a single shot, I will literally blow you.”

That joking statement was enough to get a raucous cackle from the Draenei as he looked towards his girlfriend with a snicker. “Kyleri promises?”

“I don't think you can do it in one shot, but I know you CAN kill him!” She teased back just as easily, returning the same one-eyed stare to him. “So prove me wrong, big guy!”

“RAHAH! Watch this!” Rex roared with invigorated laughter, charging with unmatched ferocity into the fray as Kyleri shook her head, raising a hand to her mouth so she could call after him:

“It's not gonna happen, Rex! Just watch!...”

******

Half an hour later, and the Night Elf doubted she would ever be passed the shock of what just happened.

She couldn't even be mad as she cradled her lover's monstrous cock in her hands, stroking him with long pumps as her plump lips suckled along the fat head, the tips of her ears burning a much darker shade. She probably should have been annoyed to have been proven wrong so quickly, or that Rex was even more eager to rip his dress pants away, already rigid and eager for his reward, but how could she be when the man she loved literally rammed his way through an army of demonic warriors, and practically cleaved a Pit Lord in two with one of the Felguard's own blade? Even now, they weren't seated too far from the scene of the massacre, all of the Legion armies having fled in absolute fear the instant Rex killed the Annihilan. Nobody else had dared to come up to investigate due to the destruction elsewhere, meaning that it was just Rex, Kyleri, and the devastated victim upon the cliff. Just the image of it alone was enough to make her shudder a bit, and one of her hands left the Draenei's massive shaft so that it could dip between her legs, her fingers toying with her sensitive folds needfully. Why did this big, dumb, idiot have to be her favorite big dumb idiot...?

“Rex told you he could do it!” The Draenei grinned almost goofily, and one of his hands reached down to scratch at Kyleri's buzzcut intimately. He was gloating, and yet he was also trying to express his happiness that he could show off for his girlfriend too. To get back at him a bit, she squeezed the middle of his gargantuan dick a bit too tightly for comfort (at least as well as she could fit her hand around the damn thing) and sucked hard enough on the tip for her lips to leave it with a loud, lewd pop! It was enough to cause Rex to groan out in partial pain, but it quickly turned into delight as she pulled off him, and he chuckled warmly as he made eye contact with her.

“Yeah, you did do it. Color me impressed~,” she cooed, dragging her tongue along the side of his prick before sliding back up to seal her lips around him once more. Even if she was supposed to be playing annoyed, she just couldn't be that way. Kyleri was too impressed by Rex's actions, and as her fingertips began to explore her inner depths more lustfully, a moan vibrated out against his skin lovingly. It was just such a nice cock, easily one of the biggest she had seen, and the Draenei had some serious stamina with it too! Which was now turning into a bit of a problem – it had been awhile, but he still hadn't gotten off yet. If that didn't change, the two of them would end up getting left behind for an entirely different reason. So when the Night Elf looked back up at her boyfriend again with her lips pulling back from his dick, she kept stroking him in practiced pumps as she spoke up.

“You're lasting even longer than usual. Stage fright?”

“HAH! Rex is proud of his endurance! Plus, he wants to really enjoy his reward!”

“Wanna bet I can get you off in the next thirty seconds?” The Monk spoke innocently, now playing coy as she planted a soft kiss on the end of his cockhead. It was enough to get another groan of bliss from the Draenei, but he laughed with rowdy playfulness once more as he nodded eagerly.

“Rex lasted this long! He knows Kyleri is good, but-”

He didn't get any further. Before he could try to boast some more, she unzipped her dress, letting her luscious breasts finally free as the glint of her barbell nipple piercings shone in the sunlight. No sooner had the Reaver been silenced by the sight of her bust that the Kaldorei was shoving them around his hefty member, vicing it in her cleavage tightly. Even as huge as her tits were, there was still plenty of cock left for her to tease, and Kyleri wasted no time in diving back down to suckle around Rex's fat cockhead, all as she began to pump her breasts in tandem along his shaft quickly. It actually got a higher-pitched growl from the titanic corsair as his hips bucked in need, and his hands tried to anchor themselves in readiness. One ripped into the grass beneath him as the other planted itself on the woman's shoulder, starting to hump into her cleavage as she slammed her heavy boobs down onto him. True to her word, she barely needed to count more than twenty seconds before she could feel the Draenei starting to throb with insatiable desire, and she prepared herself once more as a familiar jet of his spunk erupted into her once more!

For how fast he had suddenly gotten off, he certainly had a lot to give his girlfriend, wave after wave of that thick, hot cream flooding down her throat as she swallowed dutifully, still stroking him with her plump breasts to goad more and more out of him. Rex's breathing had gotten more ragged as he came, and he squirmed in unstoppable delight as he just kept unloading into Kyleri. After what seemed like thirty seconds itself, he finally stopped, nearly wheezing with glee as the Night Elf slowly pulled away, grinning triumphantly as she kept him still locked between her boobs.

“I'm sorry, what was that?” She teased with another small kiss to his wide cockhead.

“Rex is. Happy to be proven wrong!” He had to halt himself to speak properly, though he was still impossibly hard between her pillowy breasts as he gazed back warmly to her. The Monk giggled, reveling in the closeness and cuddles that the two of them could enjoy for a few minutes. Surely, she could spare that time to snuggle with her lover before heading back to the-

-Her inner dialogue was interrupted as Rex began to sit up properly, reaching for Kyleri to bring her onto the grass beside him, a lustful grin marking his scarred features.

“Round two?” He asked curiously, and she would have now been very aware of that bulbous dickhead being so close to her thighs as the Draenei loomed above her, her dress now pushed aside so that her slick pussy was on display. The Night Elf bit her lip, and tried to shake her head as she attempted to glare with flush cheeks at the Reaver.

“I don't know if we have the time, Rex. We don't want to-”

She was once more, interrupted as that gigantic slab of cock began to press against her delicate folds, her body a lot more honest about what Kyleri really wanted. She gasped aloud, feeling her luscious thighs quake as her hands reached up around the back of the Draenei's neck, pulling him closer to her so she could immediately start to make out with him. Her legs moved to close around his hips, forcing the rest of Rex to thrust into her faster and not mess around. Sure enough, he stuffed that fat cock into her depths, and she moaned almost wantonly against his lips, still fiercely kissing him all the same. Round two was on!

Even as driven by lust as the two of them were, there was so much sensual intimacy in their actions. As Rex pumped his hips back to slam into Kyleri brutally, his hand intertwined with her own lovingly, and his tail wrapped around one of her legs happily. Her long ears flopped with the force of each thrust, but they seemed to falter demurely under his touch, in the same manner as how the Draenei's face tendrils gently quivered by her kissing. They were fucking each other so barbarically, with so much ferocity that it almost seemed violent, and yet their hands and lips were so intimate towards each other. Of course, the powerful fuck might have also been enhanced by how much larger Rex was in comparison to even a Night Elf like Kyleri, or by how his hefty pillar of a cock would have shamed most Tauren, but she was handling it so smoothly that it just didn't seem that worrying. Instead, they poured out their emotions towards each other, almost desperate to feel them in the most primal, sensual way possible.

And every second only amplified that feeling. They grew louder and more frenzied, their moans twisting like a tango, the raw sounds of their sex hammering with greater force in the Forest. It might have been secluded where they were, but they definitely weren't being so quiet anymore. Their knuckles were almost white with how tightly they were gripping each other, and their kissing had gotten sloppier with excitement. Her toes curled as his fat cockhead kept slamming ruthlessly against that particularly sensitive spot within her, and she could feel him throbbing needfully within her with how good she felt for him. Even the way his hefty balls rammed against her felt loving in a way – it meant she was going to get a properly huge load out of him, and that only made her kiss him harder. Their groans and gasps got faster, hisses and coos of each others name and “gonna cum...!” rocking their minds as they made love. It seemed to only get faster and more chaotic, refusing to slow as they just kept fucking each other – and then it suddenly came crashing down magnificently.

They both had came at the same time, and it was enough to nearly shatter their minds with lustful delight. Kyleri's thighs shuddered as she wrapped tightly around Rex's hips, her inner folds clenching his shaft so tightly as she practically milked him of his spunk. He, meanwhile, was dumping wave after wave of that hot, heavenly jizz within her, every inch of her most private place being plastered in the blissful warmth of his cum. Even when she had run out of room, she refused to pull away from Rex, still kissing him needfully as it drooled out of her pussy into a thick puddle beneath them. When the highs of their orgasms had finally faded, they had not released each other though, still clutching onto each other as if afraid losing their grip would send them flying into an abyss without the other. The Draenei merely gazed at his Kaldorei lover affectionately, resting his forehead against her own as their breathing intertwined, their blushes soon mixing as well. It was only after several seconds of regulating their breathes that Rex finally spoke aloud.

“My Light. I love you.”

Those three words. It should have been something that demanded her to think about if she should actually say them back. She always had to before. And yet, Kyleri couldn't even try to stop herself as she nuzzled back against the Draenei and replied fondly:

“I love you too.”

*************

“WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY? IT'S BEEN FOUR HOURS!”

“Maybe they're dead? That Legion attack was pretty bad...”

“Please, you think Boss would die like that? You sure he's not at the Brawlpub?”

“Didn't see him or Kyleri. You don't think that...?”

“Oh Light above. We're not leaving port 'til tomorrow, are we?”

“...Yeah probably not – OI! Lads, it's looking like Boss is lost in Kyleri, drop the anchor back down and get yourselves comfy for the night, we're staying an extra few days!”

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The SilverStripes

A long ass time ago, my girlfriend and myself made OCs: legit OCs in a world that is still nothing more than a concept, and could more than likely fit in a DnD very easily. I never write about them because I’m usually writing about my WoW ones, but today I got something out of both of them. Have some self-inserty goodness.

“They're getting braver, aren't they?”

Silvers spoke the snide sentence knowing he'd never get an answer from his partner, and he instead followed through with his previous motion of snapping the Spawn's neck idly. The horrible amalgamation of flesh and shadow nearly exploded as its spine crunched under his left hand's wicked grip, and the wispy flames of its gangly body immediately dissipated after its fiery death. Yet, the man showed no signs of being injured or slowed thanks to the dark gunmetal gray power armor shrouding his entire form. Complete with a mighty halberd swinging around in wide arcs, he was an absolute engine of destruction. Despite his intimidating visage though, his size still paled in comparison to the colossal orange tiger beside him, who was disemboweling one of the horrors with her back paws as her front ones pinned the screeching Spawn to the ground. Everything in a ten foot radius around both man and beast had been ravaged into a gruesome display of black-tinged blood and splattered gore, and the two bore the brunt of such violence.

And yet the Spawn kept coming.

Watchpoint Free had been under assault for at least a solid hour now, and the legions of corrupt beings that crawled and scrambled their way towards the walls seemed unending. Fatigue was starting to take its toll on the fresher recruits of the Watchpoint, their arms still shuddering from constant recoil even after they had given control of the defensive gatling guns to someone else. Much of the arid grass had been washed so thickly in black and red blood that it was hard to see their yellowing blades underneath the slick coat. And yet those creatures kept arriving, stumbling over the corpses of their fallen with the same mindless fury that lead them to the Watchpoint. Just how many did they have...?

“...No, something's definitely wrong,” Silvers grunted mostly to himself, impaling a Spawn through the chest with ease. The tiger beside him growled gruffly, but seemed to agree as she held her ground, circling around the knight almost protectively as he searched the waves of Spawn marching towards the base. These things liked to attack in huge numbers, but nothing of this variant – there had to be something bringing them in. A dropship? These things never showed enough intelligence to fly a rig before...

“Stripes, we need to check out that back line,” the armored figure called to the tiger, gesturing towards a vague direction somewhere behind all of the Spawn. “If we move fast, we can probably hit it before this point gets overrun. Let's head east and-”

Silvers was politely interrupted as the tiger immediately bounded straight into the Spawn front line, barreling passed the legions of demonic figures with the velocity of a lightning bolt.

“OKAY, THAT WORKS TOO!” the knight hissed, slowly starting to charge as he settled his halberd to his right and began to pick up speed. He wasn't anywhere near as fast as Stripes was, but as he crashed into the line of Spawn, the entire row of shambling creatures faltered as the centurion slammed into them, and went well beyond them. While the tiger could practically bound and bounce atop the Spawn with the same grace that belied her mighty claws, Silvers instead kept smashing through the ranks with unstoppable force, waves of vermillion sparks coursing over his armor as he kept plowing through the Spawn endlessly. For several seconds, the horrid beings somehow tried to slow him to no avail, and it was only after the knight found his tiger friend once again that he realized he was having a hard time slowing down as well. Where she had long since paused in a surprisingly open spot, Silver kept rushing through, halting only when he (and the three Spawn he had stabbed his halberd through along the way) crash-landed into the side of a wall-

Wait. A wall?

There were no other buildings in the once-lush region of Lune Foret besides Watchpoint Free, but Silvers couldn't deny that what he had just slammed himself into was definitely made of steel. When he finally was able to yank himself free of the crater he had made of the wall and the Spawn he just piledrived, he took a step back in confusion to gaze up at the colossal slab of metal. It was definitely a mobile base, but this thing was huge! How could he have possibly missed this after so many days of scouting around? Though, that bafflement paled when Silvers glanced to the middle of the wall, and noticed a crescent moon intertwined with a C:

The same PMC that owned Watchpoint Free.

“I gotta be seeing that wrong... that's not Crescent Commandos, is it Stripes?” Silvers spoke to the tiger lowly. The titanic cat merely growled in the same dark tone, her green eyes locked on the symbol as well. Mobile bases like this were common for science excavations, but were definitely not defensive enough for military conduct. And they weren't easy to pilot – surely the Spawn couldn't have driven it here. So what could have...?

A bellowing screech from behind the two warned that the same creatures weren't so pleased about two mercenaries being so far in their back line. With that, Silvers immediately reached for the keypad, and was surprised when the door opened easily for him. Regardless, he made the motion to enter inside the traitorous vessel – only to come face to face with even more Spawn. They were easily ripped apart by Stripes tearing through them, her long, razor teeth chomping them to shreds as the knight shut the door behind him.

“There's not enough room here to hold that many Spawn,” Silvers murmured gruffly, glaring around the dim halls warily. “How in the hell did they-” was about as far as he managed to continue before he halted himself and sighed wearily. Of course it had to be that simple.

The Spawn had to come from somewhere, and usually it was from their rifts in space that allowed them to enter the earth from their void of chaos and nonsensical energy. There was no possible way to enter such voidspace without being ripped apart by the millions of Spawn within, but at least the portals could be destroyed if the fleshlike gateways were butchered. Though, Silvers had never seen one so purposefully built for the interior of a Commandos' base, despite the one sitting so comfortably before him. Worse yet was the large hole-like depth into an eternal void of black sitting in the middle of the fleshy rift, which was warbling and shifting at random like a dark star. The knight wasn't sure how the Spawn were able to form a rift of this size inside of Commandos equipment, but there it was – and it needed to be destroyed.

“Go clear the way Stripes,” Silvers growled, hefting his halberd downward and cracking his neck. “I've got some cleaning up to do.”

The tiger grumbled dangerously, as if irked she didn't get to enjoy the killing blow herself, but the mighty beast regardless slinked away simply, that long tail of hers whapping against the square of his back as the knight snorted a laugh. Hopefully she wouldn't take that too much out on him later.

Whipping his polearm to the side, the mighty weapon suddenly rearranged loudly, the entire axehead suddenly cracking to the right to reveal a gun barrel, the wide bore ominously pointed at the warbling rift. Despite the sounds of slaughter and angry tiger behind him, Silvers hummed almost merrily, setting up his combine halberd with nearly mechanical speed. The void before him began to also angrily shift about, and snarls similar to those far outside were echoing from deep within. Yet, the knight seemed to have no such hurry, aiming up his modified rifle towards the base of the flesh arch almost casually. He tapped his foot almost idly, bobbing his head as if waiting patiently as a Spawn head splashed out of the rift viciously-

-and he pulled the trigger.

The knight barely had any time to register the explosion before he was hurled back from the force of it, the only reason that his halberd had not abandoned his grip was the magnetism forcing it to his palm. It was lucky that Stripes had left the door open, otherwise his back would have crashed against it. For quite awhile he flew, his power armor blaring warning signs of the heat and corruption smashed into the metal before his back hit the ground, and he skidded like a meteor into it. Several more feet were entrenched out before the man finally halted, and there was smoke still wifting off of his as he gasped in confusion. Usually those rifts weren't quite so explosive. Maybe he used the wrong round...?

Whatever the case, he was definitely dazed. It took him several seconds to realize there was a familiar furry head pointed curiously at him, and Silvers managed to wheeze out a short laugh.

“Hey babe. How was your day?” He mused jokingly, groaning a bit as he ignored the critical power warning on his armor. The worst enemy to his power suit tended to be himself.

Stripes growled dangerously, and then reared on her hind legs – and suddenly shortened. In only a scant second, where there was once a colossal orange cat about to maul the knight of the rest of his life, instead stood a red-haired woman in dark, nearly skintight leathers. Her green eyes, far too feral to be regular human eyes, narrowed even more lethally.

“Most of them scattered when the Rift dropped,” she replied almost with a hiss, kneeling down to dig one of her fingers into the center of his chestplate. “You're going to die doing that someday.”

“Hasn't -hah!- killed all of me yet,” Silvers laughed despite himself. It wasn't a humorful one – something about the ache in his chest forced the chuckle out of him. Regardless, he made no move to stop Stripes as her scarred, sharp-nailed hands reached for his helmet, and gently pulled it above his head. Silvers' own scarred visage came into view, complete with a tidy black beard and unnaturally crimson eyes. He smiled feebly, closing his sight as the other mercenary stroked his face.

“Do that and I'll pull you out of the grave just to beat your ass again,” she growled, but her green eyes flashed warmly. She leaned down to nuzzle her cheek against the man's own, another gentle catlike purr echoing from her as she did so. It was hard to tell if she was human first, or feline.

“Fair point. Just. Let me. Stand up so...,” Silvers started, and attempted to bring himself upward, only to give up halfway. He attempted this again, and then a third and fourth time. “Would LOVE to actually go back to base now.”

“I'll zuk ya deek if you-” was about as far as Stripes managed to tease before the knight suddenly pounced up as if there was a rocket in his back, apparently entirely reinvigorated by half of that sentence alone as he already rushed back to Watchpoint Free. Rolling her eyes with a sigh, the fiery-haired woman soon followed after him with a small smirk.

Too bad she meant if he helped clean up the base so she could sleep.

#Jaegerwrites

[aaliyaeger]

Stowaway

Every ship has its case of stowaways, whether trading ships, military ships, or even amongst the crews of pirates. Rex and his Raiders are no different. Though, this particular stowaway might end up giving the Draenei captain more of a reason to keep her on-board...

“You would think that this would be... Rex? Are you okay?”

The Reaver suddenly glanced up from his desk, grinning toothily as he nodded. “Rex is all good! Why does Nialei ask?”

The Soul Tender raised an eyebrow, seeming a bit nervous. “You just kicked your desk. I'm not boring you, am I?”

“No no, Rex just forgot how... big he is, yes!” he replied with a bright smile, those overly-sharp teeth winking in the dim light of the cabin. The inside of the captain's quarters were purposefully kept shady in order to keep it cool within the ship, even if the rest of the expansive room didn't look much like an officer's bedroom. The bed was tremendous even for a king-sized bed, and the desk had to be just as massive for Rex's colossal frame, but there were no expensive paintings or rugs or anything of the sort. If anything, it looked simply like a casual bedroom back on land, complete with a messy corner of random scrolls and crystals needlessly tossed aside after the Draenei was done with them. He certainly wasn't the cleanest of Captains. Yet, something about it was definitely off – and Nialei wasn't sure what it was.

“Did I come at a bad time?” She asked uncertainly, eyes checking around to make sure she hadn't interrupted anything. There was no mound in the bedsheets, and the boudoir definitely didn't have enough room for a person. The room was definitely only including Rex and Nialei. Yet, as the Soul Priest brushed back a lock of her white hair, she couldn't help but think something was wrong with the Reaver, her eyes digging into his colossal form curiously. He merely grinned as openly as always, complete with that bizarre spirit aura of his. His posture was a bit stiff, but that could have easily been due to the chair he was sitting back against.

“Rex is always happy to see Nialei! Though, he may need to send her off. Rex has... a member of his crew that he needs to punish, and he does not want Nialei to see how loud he can get.”

That was worthy of suspicion. “You mean louder than you usually are?”

“EXACTLY!” the Reaver boomed as if to prove that, causing the Draenei to jump a bit. Well, that was a fair point. If Rex had never actually been “loud” in front of her yet, the Soul Tender preferred to be able to hear things still. Even though that nagging feeling yanked at her otherwise, she stood up and bowed her head politely, extending her hand.

“Very well. Please don't be too rough on them, Rex,” she replied warily, though a genuine smile at least was able to grace her features. The Draenei brute didn't seem like the type to be dangerous or cruel – though she was reminded of how immensely strong he actually was when he squeezed her hand, and the vicing pressure made her wince. Immediately, the Reaver released her worriedly, and he shook his head apologetically.

“Rex will do what he can. He promises to bring back tea from Pandaria the next time he visits Nialei!”

Rubbing at her hand gently, Nialei turned around towards the doorway and exhaled shortly, hoping she had made the right decision as she opened the heavy doors before her, and then closed them firmly behind her.

It was – no sooner did the doors close did Rex groan heavily and roll his seat backward, his huge hand gripping onto the side of the desk as he looked down towards the Night Elf that was seated between his thighs, suckling happily on his fat cockhead and seeming oblivious to everything else in the world as her saliva shined across the entirety of his monstrous length.

“Rex nearly got caught by Saebele's excitement,” he grumbled, though a laugh still burned in his tone as his other gigantic hand reached down to stroke along her face. Saebele merely hummed, sucking around around the tip of his thick dickhead before pulling her lips off with a loud pop!

“But it was just sitting there, so lonely...,” she purred gently, both of her hands stroking his wet shaft lovingly. Even with such long pumps of her hands, she couldn't properly jerk such a tremendous prick, which would have put Tauren to shame. This certainly wasn't what the Reaver was expecting when he caught the Priestess trying to sneak aboard his ship in the dead of night. She simply said she needed a ship to travel to Suramar – and Rex was pleased to do so out of the kindness of his heart. She seemed like a nice lady, and he kept her in his quarters so that none of his Raiders would bother her.

But now that she was affectionately kissing along his pillar of a dick, her robes long since abandoned so that her voluptuous body was on full display, Rex was starting to wonder if she had gotten on the right ship.

“Saebele really likes Rex's dick, does she?” He commented easily, his hand reaching over from the table so that he could better roll his thick cockhead against her plush lips, his pre now splattering along her mouth. She eagerly drank him up, one of the Priestess' hands gliding from the Draenei's colossal fuckrod to her intimate folds, already slick in anticipation as she sucked him off. He was no Satyr, but the sheer size of the Reaver's cock outmatched them easily. Would she even be able to sit on this properly? Even Saebele was a bit doubtful, but that only made her more excited, a low coo vibrating against the Reaver's monstrous shaft as Saebele sat higher up on her knees, and wriggled her humongous bust across Rex's titanic prick. Even as snugly as she tried to trap such a slab of cock, there was still so much of his size still jutting out from her cleavage, enough for her to give a long, wet smooch to the back of his dickhead fondly.

“M~mm, I can't even hide it all the way,” she giggled girlishly before ducking her head onto his fat cockhead, lips already stretched a bit just to fit around it. Her master Azdraeth may have had the perfect-sized shaft to fit between her breasts, and the rogue lord Erendiir was nearly comparable, but Rex definitely had size on both of them. Even though she had goaded a delighted groan from the Draenei, there was still so much of the warrior left over for her pillowy jugs to hug and vice along. As a jet of his thick pre burst into her throat like a hose, the sheer richness of the shot was nearly like that of soup, ever so savory and full of flavor – while it lacked the sweetness of her master, there was a fuller taste to that clear liquid that she couldn't get enough of. In order to speed up that process, Saebele began to hum and drag her chest along Rex's colossal shaft, expertly pushing him into the back of her throat even as the bottom of her gigantic boobs had just started to pillow out onto his lap. She could feel just how heavy and hot those mighty balls of his were as well, and she could already sense him tensing up. There was something more primal and less-controlled about the Draenei, and the Priestess barely had any time to consider that before Rex's meaty hand suddenly clutched onto the back of her head, steadying her as his hips pulled back abruptly – and as he hammered up both between her breasts and into the back of her throat, he came just as powerfully!

Both Azdraeth and Erendiir had loads that blew Saebele's mind, but this Reaver was in a whole new class. A total torrent of his delicious, hot seed erupted down her throat, her body needing to do minimal effort to swallow down such an impossibly massive load. Her eyes rolled backward joyfully, and she was dimly aware of Rex hissing and grunting out in delighted orgasm as he secured her head, pulling back only when his unstoppable cumshot became too big. Before she could even choke on it, the Draenei had wrenched himself downward so that the last portion of his heavy load instead stuffed itself into her cleavage, still enough of that pearly-white, chunky jizz unloading out of the brutish captain to sloppily puddle up atop her breasts even with his dickhead buried between them. It was only after several seconds that the Reaver pulled back, breathing a bit heavily and Saebele looking as though she had already fucked ten men continuously, but still just as rigid as ever.

“Rex apologizes for the surprise,” he grinned toothily, and with how sharp those teeth indeed were, he might have even been passable as an Eredar. Maybe that was why his spunk tasted so good. There was definitely a lustful and eager gleam burning in his single working eye as he pulled away from his desk, and helped the Priestess up to her feet, the insides of her thighs utterly soaked with her juices.

“Is the Captain going to punish his stowaway now?” Saebele piped up with such feigned innocence that even Rex rolled his eyes. Another giggle echoed from her as she bent herself over the other side of the desk, wriggling her curvaceous rear at the Draenei teasingly. “How ever can she change his mind...?”

“Rex thinks he knows a way,” he grunted gruffly, obviously all too eager to continue his time with the Priestess. One of his massive hands spanked down on one of her ass cheeks with a crisp clap, that thick butt cheek one of the few portions of Saebele's body that Rex could not fully encompass with his grip. His other hand found anchor not on her hips, but instead found a great fistful of her moon-white hair, not yet pulling, but warning the Priestess of what was to come. She barely would have even gotten the time to prepare for that – before she could even coo or groan out needfully, the Draenei was already pressing into her delicate pussy, ready to test her limits!

Neither of the Satyr were slouches, but the Reaver was just so damn big. His cockhead alone was enough to stretch Saebele beyond what she ever thought possible, her mouth widening dramatically as her fingers desperately sought to gouge themselves into the sides of the desk eagerly. Her body quivered in anticipation, and low gasps of “more...” quickly became desperate calls of “MORE!” as every time that she thought the Draenei had run out of shaft, he found two more inches! All she lived for now was to be a cumdump for her Satyr master and his friends – but if this Draenei happened to be around, she could definitely make an exception for him as well. Eventually, the heavenly pressure became too much for Saebele, and her knees nearly buckled as she cried out and tilted her head downward; only to see that her usually taut tummy was now obscenely bulging outward in the shape of Rex's dick, far moreso than she had ever seen Azdraeth's or even Erendiir's. The sight of it nearly sent Saebele over the edge – and when the Draenei pumped his hips abruptly to make his balls slap against the back of her thighs, she actually did finish gracelessly. A wanton shriek tore through the cabin as her velvet folds slammed pleasurably around Rex's dick, practically milking and massaging him almost too tightly for comfort, but the Reaver was only goaded on. Even before she could properly calm down from such a high, the Draenei began to lurch backward, sawing himself out of the Priestess before pounding forward, yanking on her long locks easily as he did so.

The woman's head bucked backward, but her body was wracked only with bliss as she moaned aloud, and Rex already began a pace that put every inch of her to work. Even with how tremendous the Draenei was, and how her body was still struggling with the tail-end of her orgasm, Saebele only wanted more. Her cheeks were a bright red as she arched her back expertly, pushing herself back onto the Reaver's powerful thrusts with every brutish pump of his hips. What had once been a quiet romp had quickly exploded into full-scale loudness, noise erupting from the cabin whether it was from the mewling Priestess, the Draenei cackling and grumbling as he pounded into her, or even the way that his hips and balls crashed against the Night Elf mightily, testing her own endurance with every thrust he gave into her. Already, her mind was assaulted by such sex-crazed thoughts, all without the druglike corruption of the Satyrs dragging her mind there. This creature, without any of that delicious, demonic cum, was driving her into the greatest of heavens already. There was no way he could possibly make this bliss any more incredible-

-as he suddenly picked her up mid-thrust, and swiveled the Kaldorei around, holding her in a full-nelson while standing before both slamming upward into her and wrenching her downward with a colossal thrust.

Even if her first orgasm was only a few moments ago, Rex was able to ruthlessly quake another out of her, Saebele whining and gasping openly as she was unable to properly grip or control herself under the ferocity of such a position and climax. The Draenei wasn't letting himself up either, going just as monstrously and quickly as he had before without missing a single breath in the meantime. For someone who took such pride in his fighting, apparently fucking was something he was also second-to-none in. All the Priestess could do was groan and mewl weakly as her fingers clutched at his broad shoulders, eyes long since having rolled back and her tongue lolling from her mouth as though it was made of lead. Thunderbolts of sheer heat were still exploding from her core, and every thrust the Draenei made her stomach bulge lewdly outward with was only make it worse. She could live like this forever-

“HEY!?”

The sudden bellow snarled across the cabin as Rex looked over towards the doorway, all without missing a single beat of his powerful rhythm. Saebele was too far gone to properly notice the newcomer – which was probably for the best, for there was no proper dignified expression she could give that person at this time:

Azdraeth, her dear master, had found her once again.

“Oh. Hey!” Rex called back easily, as if he was talking to a fellow friend and not a fully-grown Satyr fuming in his doorway. “Give Rex a moment, he just – needs... to...”

“Don't you fucking dare-”

And then the Draenei fucking did by slamming himself upward into Saebele, and cumming with the same thunderous force as before.

For as far gone into bliss as the Priestess had gone, Rex's second finish reminded her of her existence once more, her toes curling and another pleased cry gasping from her as thick streams of the Draenei's spooge unloaded within her. Saebele's tummy was already bulged outward obscenely, but it still had just a bit of extra room left to paunch outward as the Reaver came into her, quickly running out of room as those rich rivulets of cum began streaming down his balls. Most impressive was how Rex was able to cream into the Kaldorei hard enough to not only get a reaction from her sex-drunk feelings, but also gain enough velocity to shower a few ropes onto Azdraeth himself, who snarled horribly and quickly seared away the semen furiously. His eyes burned with utmost rage, but he seemed too stunned to do another about the Draenei making use of his pet. It was only when Rex had finally stopped jizzing inside of her, and gently pulled her off of him and laid her onto the table that he smiled brightly to the Satyr.

“Right! What can Rex do for you?”

“You're dead, Draenei,” Azdraeth hissed, his palms licking with reality-burning embers as he took a dangerous step forward. “Nobody defiles my pet – none but me!”

“Defiled? Rex does not – OH!” The Draenei sounded confused at first, but then his expression quickly turned even more joyful as he clapped his palms together eagerly. “IS REX FIGHTING??”

Now it was the Satyr's turn to be baffled. “What? You blasted-”

“First a good romp, now a good brawl! Rex is so pleased to have met Saebele!” He grinned so widely that it threatened to leave his cheeks. The gigantic Draenei then cracked his neck about readily, and began to strut towards the Satyr, entirely nude and with a still-stout pillar of cock waving dangerously close to him. Was Rex even harder than before? Azdraeth took no time in chancing that – as soon as the Reaver began to approaching with such a jovial smile and his club-like cock swinging about heavily, the Satyr took defensive actions.

“I WILL NOT FORGET THIS, DRAENEI! Your soul will BURN!” He roared before making a dive at Saebele, and suddenly vanishing in an explosion of smoke along with the Priestess. Rex merely gaped dumbfounded at the entire display, eventually scratching at the back of his head as – with a very sad realization – he learned that there wouldn't be any more fighting or fucking for the night, his turgid dick quickly deflating with the same sad swiftness like a balloon with the air running out. With a forlorn sigh, he walked over to his bed, deciding that there wasn't anything else to do for the night now that his feelings had been toyed with, and he laid down on the bed sorrowfully as his eyes closed.

Hopefully he would see this Saebele soon again...

#Jaegerwrites #it's just a quick drabble of smut since I haven't written any in a few months

[aaliyaeger]

Daddy Issues

Here’s an attempt at writing something Overwatch, with Roadhog. Limited success. I don’t know Aussie slang so I tried to keep it to a minimum. Here’s... something anyway.

His partner needed to invest in a clock that wasn't attached to a bomb.

Mako “Roadhog” Rutledge stared down blankly at his still-full mug of some dark alcohol. He hadn't even ordered this... whatever the hell it was. He had sat down at the bar in King's Row, and the bartender practically hurled the beer at him almost in fear, as though terrified the massive Junker would rampage without booze behind his mighty knuckles. It wasn't the first time the humongous, bare-chested mercenary had gotten unnecessary gifts due to his intimidating stature, and while he usually accepted them with gruff simplicity, there was one glaring issue with this. Whatever liquid was in this glass, there was no possible way it was getting passed his hogshead gas mask, the ragged ventilators huffing and wheezing his low breaths with enough volume to keep most of the bar patrons nervously looking over at him. Now that Jamison was over an hour late, he was really start to get thirsty, and there was no possible way this booze could possibly get to his unseen mouth here. None whatsoever.

Looking down to a nonexistant watch on his thick wrist, Mako tried to check the time for the tenth time, and the man next to him flinched, backing up a few inches instinctively from his martini. Curious, Roadhog looked up towards the man's recoil, gazing in his terrified visage with the cold lenses of his mask. Rather than look away though, the colossal Junker instead raised a finger at the patron, and watched his eyes nearly jump from their sockets. A deep grunt growled from Roadhog, one that sounded dangerous, and the other man yipped a bit in worry. In truth, Mako had done little more than laugh, and was still gauging this man with somewhat sadistic excitement; he had no desire to hurt this man, but there was no way he wasn't about to keep fucking with him. At least it was something to do waiting for Fawkes to get-

“OOOOOOOOIIIIIIII!!”

An earsplitting yell ripped through the bar, causing several of the patrons to whip their heads up in fear, but it only caused Roadhog to close his eyes behind his mask – he could practically feel that shrill scream before he could hear it. At least he knew where his partner finally was as Mako turned in his seat to face him, hoping that there was a good reason why he was so late.

There wasn't: all of Jamison “Junkrat” Fawkes' limbs were attached to his body. Well, at least the ones that weren't previously blown off weren't. His metallic right arm was still intact, and the sturdy  steel peg-leg supporting his right side still squeaked steadily as he waltzed in. Considering the sheer amount of explosives strapped to his torso, as well as the fact the only piece of clothing he bothered putting on were baggy cargo shorts and a floppy high-tongue boot, he definitely looked like a mad bomber; the wild grin scarring his face only made that look more clear as well. Immediately, his golden eyes gazed to the biggest man in the room, and he pointed dramatically at him with his left, actual hand.

“There y'are mate! We gotta problem!”

“Quit shouting,” Roadhog rumbled, his booming growl of a voice rasping from the ventilators on his mask. “You'll cause attention.”

“Wot's that? 'GIT 'SPLOUDIN'?!”

“No,” Mako repeated, and raised a single warning finger as the patrons around him yelped in alarm at Junkrat's outcry. “Quit shout-”

“Bits showing!? Oh no, did I blow off me d-”

“QUIT. SHOUTING.”

Roadhog's roar was loud enough to make even the air stumble a bit, and the majority of the patrons cowered at the volume change. Even Jamison stuffed one of his soot-stained fingers in an ear as he hissed at Mako.

“Oi, quit your yellin', ya drongo!” He shouted back, cowering a bit as though the noise was forcing him downward. “YA DON'T WANNA-”

But he was interrupted as Roadhog stood up, crossed over to Junkrat, and clapped one of his meaty palms against the other Junker's face, strong fingers gripping into his forehead and cheeks as he practically dragged the “smaller” man along, even if he towered over most of the patrons. Mako made no other noise, and entirely ignored all of the gaping stares directed at both him and the struggling murmurs grumbling from Junkrat as the majority of his limbs did everything in their power to be as anchoring as possible, to no effect.

“What is it?” Roadhog growled to the Junker as he pulled his partner outside, and released his jaw so that he could shake his head like a dog, spewing charred hair and ash everywhere.

“You gotta learn your grip, big man!” Junkrat immediately stated and leered at Mako with a pout. “Nearly tore me cheeks outta my-”

He froze as the towering Junker glared back down to him, and he cleared his throat impressively – only to actually devolve into a wet coughing fit, ruining the effect.

“Look here!” Junkrat hissed, and thrust his metal arm forward. It was only at that point Roadhog realized there was a bundle of some odd fabric wrapped up in the crook of his arm. That was definitely made of something not wool, and looked more like very-quality linen – Jamison definitely didn't own whatever was in the cloth, or the cloth itself. Staring blankly at the bundle, Mako looked back towards his partner's expectant face.

“This is...?”

“Open it!”

“Not stupid,” Roadhog snorted, and shook his head. “Remember Christmas?”

“Oh for – ONE TIME! Well, maybe three times, and I only used ONE firecracker!”

“One brick of them.”

“Yeah, that's how they're sold, so it's ONE-”

uwaaa

The small cry, just loud enough to be over the two Junker's argument, carried from the bundle of cloth that Junkrat had. Roadhog froze immediately, and his giant hands snatched for the bundle furiously.

“You didn't-”

“I di~id,” Junkrat replied in singsong as Mako opened the bundle more clearly, and his worst suspicions were confirmed. Wrapped in the cloth was an infant, no more than two months old, his chubby cheeks flushed as he cried, with a small tousle of brown hair clinging to his tiny hand. The bigger Junker was able to fit the baby in his entire forearm, and his fingers were supporting his head with expert care. Quickly ducking away from the crowd of people walking idly along the street into an alley, Roadhog glared at Jamison furiously.

“Why?” He boomed in such a dangerous tone that even the other Junker lost a bit of his manic stare to stumble.

“I dunno! It was just sittin' in the bin, couldn't just leave it there now, COULD I?”

Mako looked back to the child, which had somewhat calmed, but was still wet along his green eyes. “Not ours.”

“I know THAT much, moron! I thought YOU'D know what to do with it!”

Roadhog kept gazing at the child, who was now wide-eyed at Mako as his fearsome pig mask coldly stared at the infant. While he could handle his long list of past crimes involving robbery, arson, murder and plenty of delinquency, at least he had planned on those. Kidnapping, that wasn't in his book. They needed to get this kid back to his parents – though, if Jamison had found him in the garbage, they probably didn't want him either-

BABOOOOM

A loud explosion rocketed through the air, though as Roadhog flinched at it, Jamison had perked up more with excitement over confusion. His eyes flared as he looked back to Mako, then with annoyance at the child, who was now crying once more.

“Ya hear that, Roadie?” He exclaimed gleefully.

“Your doing?”

“A little popper like that? And I thought ya knew me!” Jamison giggled with wild laughter, and then tapped the child on the nose. “Don't ya worry Jamison Junior! Daddy'll find your parents – after he's blown up the competition, ahahAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!”

And before Roadhog could stop him, Junkrat was already tearing off out of the alley, fumbling at his explosive belts to figure out which one looked best to use. Mako could only groan – his scrap cannon was far away in his motorbike, along with Junkrat's home-made grenade launcher in the sidecar, and if he went back to retrieve them, no doubt he'd lose Jamison's trail. Besides, he had a kid to deal with, and he couldn't just leave him there...

Grumbling with disgust, Mako tucked him into the crook of his arm, heavily setting off into a trot as his ragged breathing picked up.

The King's Row street had exploded into pandemonium, and in this very rare instance, it wasn't either of the Junker's fault. Yet, another relaying explosion told Mako all he needed to know – definitely Omnics. England always had the growing issue of Omnic and Human relations, and ever since Tekhartha Mondatta's death, growing violence between the two were growing worse. Many called it hell – both Roadhog and Junkrat called it honest money. Roughing up those robotic thugs for cash? It was no surprise both Junkers were so eager to arrive in King's Row. But, having this child around was now giving Mako the exact opposite reaction. He really didn't want to run into the action with this small infant so nearby, but Jamison was already ripping through the terrified pedestrians towards the glimmer of fires. Noticing that the horrified humans were thinning out into an open space for him to walk, Roadhog knew the assailants were now too close for him to turn his back. It was also easier for him to see Junkrat, of whom had a grenade in each hand (comically crafted to actually look like black cartoon bombs) as he sprinted towards the Omnic wave, unhindered by his peg leg.

It was a definite militia: the robotic rebels had created a rank of stoic steel as they marched ahead, armed with flamethrowers as they blasted great arcs of fire onto the buildings. Unblinking, unmoving faces leered silently as Hell walked towards the two Junkers, turning their gouts towards Junkrat. He was about to be cooked even more than his seared pants and hair already were – had Roadhog not reacted. Reaching towards his back pocket with his free hand, he freed a wicked metal hook from a chained reel on his pants, and hurled it over Jamison's shoulder with enough force to make a cannon blush. The hook sailed true, the chain it was connected to rattling in the air as it snapped into an Omnic's chestplate, and with a firm tug, latched it further into the iron breast. The omnic did not cry out, but let loose a series of worried warbles – and suddenly rocketed far out of rank as Mako wrenched the rebel towards him. In only a short second, it had been ripped through the air towards Roadhog until it was plopped down in front of him – where the Junker immediately shredded the hook downward and gutted the robotic entity, nearly tearing it in half from the torso downward in a gruesome display of torn circuitry.

Jamison was little better. He was actually armed, and he began hurtling grenades at random, some flying high into the air while others rolled like a bowling ball on meth along the ranks. Chaotic explosions, far more vicious than whatever the Omnics had destroyed before, ripped through the metal rebels and turned their militia into a wild cacophony. Some tried to turn on Junkrat, but he was scrambling away yelling and cackling loudly.

“THE GUN, ROADIE! WHERE'S ME-”

He was interrupted as Mako's hook ripped over his shoulder again and gouged into an Omnic's faceplate, tearing a horrible gash into its visage as it backed up in surprise. Looking over towards Roadhog, he whipped up both hands in exasperation.

“OI! The gun, Roadie!!”

“Bike,” Roadhog grunted, and yanked his free arm back to retrieve his hook. His gaze looked back to the child, and he made a strange, grunting noise towards him – like an oink.

“Why did ya let me do this, Roadie!” Junkrat cried as he patted down his chest for more explosives – and then paused in place as he found two more at the square of his back. “WAIT wait NOW I REMEMBER WHY!”

He began to turn back towards the ranks, but Roadhog moved faster. With another expert throw, he hurled his hook at the other Junker, snagging him just through the seat of his pants as Jamison froze, and was yanked backward like a ragdoll towards Mako. When he landed haphazardly against Mako's shoulder, he bounced off loudly, but the giant Junker hardly looked as though he had been affected.

“OI! OMNICS, ROADIE!”

“Not getting paid,” Mako rumbled toward Jamison, and he nodded his head towards the infant in his right arm. “Kid first.”

“But the OMNICS-”

“Kid's here,” he growled warningly, and his leer focused on Junkrat. “No more Omnics, or-”

He was rudely interrupted as the Omnic whose faceplate he had ripped at suddenly slugged Roadhog clean across the mask, causing him to stumble back. Jamison looked absolutely furious, and was just about to prime his grenades, but the motion fell flat as Mako instead took the recoil of the punch as extra windup to suddenly slam his head at the wounded Omnic, headbutting it with such force that his forehead crushed the robot's own like a hammer. Roadhog then battered away at the rebel, and without cleaning up any of the wires or torn metal on his mask, hugged his other arm around the child protectively, glaring at Junkrat.

“Let's go.”

It was all the argument needed. The two Junkers took off, though not before Jamison had set off his last few grenades behind him at nothing in particular. It seemed to be taboo for him to still have explosives on him after a fight, but even though it shredded the streets and sidewalk, there was a hidden blessing to it. They had also destroyed a fire hydrant, dowsing everything in the area with water – at least the fires would have a harder time setting here. Grunting with exertion, Roadhog kicked up the pace the little more he could increase it as he saw the police come rushing in. Junkrat bellowed in rage, but he knew there was nothing that could be done. Still, Mako saw opportunity. One of the first officers on sight drew his pistol, and aimed at the two Junkers.

“Halt! Or-”

It was as far as he had gotten before Mako wound up his free hand, and rocketed his hook at the policeman. This show was a lot more violent – it hooked through his shoulder and yanked the man in a bloody hue over towards Roadhog as he snatched at the officer, and pinned him to a nearby car. His eyes were bulging in fear as Mako loomed over him, pinning him effortlessly.

“Support his head,” Roadhog rumbled, cautiously setting the child down into his lap as he ripped his hook free of the policeman, and he screamed in agony. “Don't yell,” he added on in such a dangerous tone as his hogshead mask was mere inches from the police officer's.

“We're really leaving Jamison Junior with some bobby...,” Junkrat grumbled, seeming irked at the decision, but not arguing against it. Roadhog tapped the pained man in the chest, and forcibly brought his hand up to the back of the infant's head, securing it.

“Support his head,” he repeated in that same cold tone before taking off, knowing there were bound to be bullets soon after. Jamison was already leading the way, eyes peering around wildly for any sight of the motorcycle Roadhog had taken them in on. Chaos was still at its best, but this was what Mako was used to leaving in. This particular scene wasn't the best way to depart, but at least the child was safe, and neither of them were in chains. They could worry about getting their jobs later and argue later.

Besides... Jamison Junior, hah. That child was a Mako Junior.

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[aaliyaeger]

New Visage in the Mirage

LET’S JUST POST THIS SHIT TO THE RIGHT BLOG THIS TIME AROUND

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At least this part was nice.

Shen Vol sighed as he looked into his cup of sake with disinterest, rolling the clear contents around idly. It was the first time all day he had managed to escape the heat of the Cinderlands, and Yehara's Mirage was more than happy to also offer him a drink inside of the cool tavern. While the owner herself was nowhere to be seen, that was how Shen preferred it – the less attention he attracted on his journey, the better. Even now, he had found himself a secluded room on the second floor, where he had taken his sake gratefully, and closed the door behind him. Only one other person was in the private room, and whomever they were, the interest they had in their newspaper was far greater than in the traveler.

Though, for someone who wanted to keep a low profile, he had a very hard time understanding that. His scarred face was on full display, revealing a mane of unkempt, dark grey hair that writhed backward like a storm. Bright silver eyes almost seemed to glow in the dim light of the Mirage, giving Shen a very haunting, draconic visage in combination with his strong nose and long mustache with his beard. Even his face paled in comparison to how gaudy his attire was though: with a white jacket thrown open to reveal his tough, scarred chest and black leather pants lined with orange belts and pockets, there was no way Shen wouldn't be easily noticeable. But, so far, nobody had tried to pull a knife to his throat yet, so the man figured that-

*snk*

Shen exhaled shortly, and closed his eyes gently at the familiar noise and thin pressure at his neck. Welp.

“And here I thought we'd get along,” he murmured brusquely, keeping his eyes closed despite the fact he had a blade at his jugular.

There was no response. Shen kept paused in wait, but the responding comment never came. Finally, he opened an eye to regard his killer, a bit surprised that they were so patient in finishing the hit.

The person wielding the newspaper had vanished, and now a woman over a foot smaller than the man was crouched next to him in that lethal pose. She didn't have the most imposing stature, but she was apparently able to cross the entire room and get a wicked dagger against Shen's throat without a single noise, so he had to give her credit; she knew what she was doing. As he coolly looked into her fierce pink eyes and regarded the vicious scar torn across her small nose, he could see something else in her glare too – that cold insight of an assassin.

“...Pretty,” he regarded flatly, gently pushing away his sake glass. It seemed to be the “incorrect” comment, for there was a visible tic in the woman's brow angrily going off, and her eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Any more last words you wanna say before you die, Shen Vol?” She growled warningly, as if daring him to actually speak. Shen inhaled slightly, closing his eyes once more and nodding carefully, as to not scratch himself with the knife.

“Got a name? I wanna know who killed me.”

The woman kept quiet for another second, then smirked wickedly, that terrible smile dripping with bloodthirst as she happily complied his last wish.

“Xia Zhen.”

But in the instant the “n” in her name was spoken, Shen was already reacting. His elbow suddenly speared upward to strike the woman along the armpit, harmlessly dropping her hand away from his throat as his free hand anchored itself on the table. Using it as leverage, he tried to get a sweeping roundhouse kick on the side of her face. At that point though, the assassin named Xia Zhen was ready, and parried his boot with her forearm easily. She, however, was forced to take a new defensive stance though as her target was now standing freely up, and cracking his neck about readily.

“Xia Zhen – very pretty,” he chuckled lightly, a small, crooked smile creaking across his face as his right hand was held up readily, and his fingers creaked towards himself in challenge.

But with that motion, Xia moved with even greater agility than what Shen had done. She dashed with such speed at the man that she had actually gotten behind him by the time he realized she was moving. Her blade rocketed at the square of his back, and the tip even connected with his darker skin before the traveler whipped around with a backhand to knock away the dagger. It ripped a gouge into his back, of which he hissed gruffly. A wild giggle wracked the woman for a second before Shen countered with his own attack, his other hand reaching in a chop to slice at her neck. The blow was too slow to connect, and Xia avoided it with ease, but even as his fingers were inches from her shoulder, it still scorched an angry pink burn into it as though a match had slashed across it. She snarled out, and Shen's previous smirk returned as his arm warbled with crackles of gray and orange energy.

“You're not like those thugs from last week,” he commented simply, reaching behind him to draw his thumb across the crimson line the assassin had dug into his back, and looking at the blood staining it. Xia didn't respond, merely leering at Shen warily as she kept her knife pointed dangerously at him. Those eyes of hers did not let up, though as he surprisingly lowered his hands, she raised a thin eyebrow at him.

“Listen – I don't wanna kill a prodigy, I don't wanna die to one, and I really don't wanna piss off Yehara,” Shen started, holding up his hands in partial arrest as he surveyed Xia with those startling eyes of his. Now that he could focus more on her, he had to admit, there was no way he could have picked her as the assassin. With her casual black dress showing off both her luscious thighs and her prominent cleavage in the same matter Shen's jacket showed off his muscular torso, she looked more the beautiful night-goer than a killer. Along with her thigh-highs and the elegant heels she wore, it was more of an amazement she moved that damn fast in them. It might get ugly if this fight got prolonged. Luckily, the woman replied curtly, keeping her dagger jabbing at Shen.

“You're not leaving this room.”

“We don't have to,” he responded easily, and then looked back to the door. Yup. Locked. She probably latched it without him noticing. “I've got another way to solve this.”

Xia kept her eyebrow arched, but wasn't entirely immobile as she dashed again suddenly, and tried to whip at Shen with her blade once more. The man, caught off guard slightly, blocked the swing with his elbow and swept his foot out to take both of them to the ground, the traveler now pinning the woman to the wooden floor as her dagger sat a few inches from his cheek, and his fist a foot from hers.

“Which -unf- is?” Xia grunted sardonically, unable to move with Shen's greater strength holding her down, even if her blade was closer to him than his hand was to her.

A short laugh growled from the man as he repositioned himself on the woman to better hold her down. However, with that motion, she felt a thought in the back of her head strike across her mind, and it was only when Shen's hips rolled against her front that she had an idea of what his proposed idea was about to be.

“Simple. Why fuck each other up – when we can fuck each other?”

Of course. Xia's cheeks flushed slightly, but it wasn't as bright as the pink glare of her eyes. “...I guess I shouldn't be surprised.”

“It's real easy,” Shen snorted, but shook his head slightly so that his cheek was just centimeters from the dagger pointed at him. “Whoever cums first probably passes out first too if they get fucked hard enough, right? So if you win, you get your kill, and I die at least happy. I win, I get to live, and you can sleep happy.”

Xia rolled her eyes, but Shen slowly lowered his fist and lowered it towards her free hand, as if to offer an unorthodox handshake. “Sound good?”

A long pause passed. She didn't even blink as she regarded the mocha-skinned Jin and his scarred features, but finally, her fingers gently reached up against his calloused ones.

“A stupid idea, but I'll win either way,” she murmured warmly towards him, the poison in her tone so sweet it didn't matter how deadly it was. Shen smirked crookedly, and waited for the woman to drop her dagger, to which he then got off the woman, and helped her up. Now that they were standing so close together without trying to kill one another, their size differences were made all the more obvious. Shen towered a foot and a half greater than Xia, and his toned musculature was great enough to hide the woman's curvaceous body from sight if she stood before him. Still, the lady was bristling with confidence as the two sized each other up, the man stroking one of his hands along the woman's shoulder as she instead swatted at his pants.

“We'll see about that,” Shen murmured deeply, his hands slowly sliding down Xia's side to the ribbon that held her sash in place. She didn't seem to believe his statement, but nonetheless snatched at his coat ends to pull the loose jacket away from his shoulders easily. Fully shirtless, he fumbled with the long loops of her bow with a bit less grace until he undid it as well for Xia, pulling away the belt from her as Shen watched her dress come undone. With a roll of her hips and a sashay of her arms, she slyly put on a show for the man as she teased him with every inch of her voluptuous form. Shen didn't stay idle either though, hooking his thumbs into his pants and gyrating his waist as though it was a wave on the ocean with how smooth he moved. Each of them, despite Xia's previous sarcasm at the notion, were taking this seriously, and they were having equal effects on each other. As the assassin's pierced nipples came into display, the erect pink buds silently admitting how much the woman was enjoying herself, Shen felt a small creak in his smile widen. Even as he pulled his pants down, and his half-hard girth flopped out heftily, Xia had to admit, he was a very handsome individual. Seven rows of barbell studs laddered up his thick shaft, and each one was a decent distance apart – Xia might have been smaller than her foe, but he was huge for his size too!

“To think you had a 'blade' hidden away this whole time,” she remarked, automatically reaching over to get a feel for his gargantuan prick. It was thick enough that her hand had some difficulty fitting around it, and long enough that her forearm was one of the few comparable objects to it.

Shen snorted in response to Xia's comment, but didn't have much else to say on the matter. Instead, he let his actions overtake him as his hands reached for her full breasts, and his thumbs began to rub on her sensitive nipples while his palms and fingers massaged her boobs. Despite herself, the assassin groaned aloud, and retaliated by squeezing hard around the base of his fat prick, while the other hand grabbed one of his plump balls. She managed to (perhaps physically) squeeze a growl of delight from the man, and she continued her efforts with even greater gusto. Xia was able to get a handle on Shen, but it was for naught as he reacted in turn by suddenly gripping one of her tits a bit harder, causing her to tense up in pleasure. With that moment of weakness, he swooped around her gracefully, so that she could feel his thick girth brush up against her plush butt cheeks. She already knew what was happening, but was unable to stop it as she was pushed forward, and was forced to use her hands to instead brace herself against a nearby wall. Turning her head to leer at Shen, she only caught the gleam of one of his silver eyes as one of his hands snatched for her wild black ponytail, and the other anchored itself at her wide hips.

“Ready?” She heard him grunt curiously as her cheek was pressed up against the wall as well. It wasn't a very strenuous force, but it was still enough to stop her from nodding in reply to Shen. With his smirk widening, he stooped a bit – and pushed inside of her delicate entrance.

For how small her pussy was in comparison to his great girth, she accepted him almost gratefully. Xia's eyes widened, and her mouth circled open as that beautiful pressure filled up to her tummy. This was just penetration, and he already felt so good! Though, the feeling seemed mutual as Shen hissed lowly at her inner walls vicing warmly around his thick dick. Trying to keep her breathing as natural as possible, it seemed like every inch (and there was a lot of them) was just another siege on her lungs. The woman cooed and groaned out in sheer delight, and her hips quivered in anticipation – until the front of her partner's crotch steadied her rear from wobbling. Every part of that fat cock was now wedged inside of her, from that thick dickhead spearing hotly at her deepest, to that last of his piercings rubbing pleasantly at the base of his prick. Yet, she still fought back; refusing to let him take the helm, she rolled her hips forward, only to slam backward to set a pace.

The rhythm immediately exploded: Shen reinforced his grip and began to roll his hips with that familiar fluidity he had teased Xia with before. He might not have been a Gon in strength, but he made up for it in sheer technique. Each thrust felt like pure sin dancing with her, and it made the woman crave more. The blush on her face grew hotter, and her fingers tried to dig either into the wall, or her thigh to support herself. Her moans, kept at a respectable volume, were now beginning to grow louder as she felt her gaze try to roll into the back of her head. It was only after one particularly rough thrust that the pleasure actually burned some sense into her, and she remembered why she was boning that big bastard – she had a job to do.

Timing the thrusts so that Shen would be fully pulled back on one, Xia fought through the pleasure to suddenly whip around just as he sought to hammer inside of her. Twisting on the thick head of his cock, he was overwhelmed by the delight of her pussy still gripping the tip of his dick as she moved to face him. Not only did she succeed, she was also able to jump up into his lap – while the man was still standing. Forced to catch the woman, her thighs rubbed against the sides of his hips as she took him to the base of his mighty member eagerly. Both of his hands were hooked onto Xia's soft, ample asscheeks as she grinned victoriously at Shen.

“Get ready for the ride of your life, big boy!” She actually cackled wildly, and began using her strong legs to slam herself onto his cock. The rhythm was not only as strong as Shen's previous thrusting inside of her, but was evenly matched in speed as she bucked onto him. Though, it may have helped that the man, in unconscious delight, was helping pound the woman onto his meaty dick furiously. Only a lustful snarl growled up from his throat as he hammered into Xia savagely.

Just as fast as she had remembered her mission, she had forgotten about it. The heavenly heat of their romp had doubled in only a matter of seconds, and her moans had grown louder almost triplefold. Her mouth was fully open, with her tongue lashing from her mouth in overwhelmed joy and her eyes nearly rolled back to the whites. Shen took his own opportunity, and dipped his head forward to nip and suck at her collarbone lasciviously, intending fully to mark her. She could feel the scorching pit of her orgasm boiling in her tummy, threatening to explode in a storm of euphoria. However, on her high, she knew there was only one way to properly end this romp.

She wrapped her legs around Shen's hips tightly and locked her ankles in place, giving him no means of escape.

He recognized this immediately, and his head pulled back with a hint of startled confusion in his silver eyes. “Wha-”

“You're gonna cum, right?” She cooed, one of her arms wrapping around the man's head to stroke through his mane of hair. “I want it all in me.”

Even in that heaven that was their sex, Shen was sober enough to be somewhat surprised. “But that's-”

“Nope! You're emptying your balls in me, whether you like it or not.”

She could see the surprised fear in his gaze, and it only served to help her own agenda. Tucking her head back, she bounced all the harder on Shen's prick, shoving him to her neckline once more to kiss and bite at.

“Yes! Cum in me, give it all to m~e!” Xia trilled out, knowing she was as close as Shen was as he slammed one final time into her – and came like a storm.

Indeed, a torrent of hot, thick jizz erupted inside of her, flooding her depths so potently that it immediately caused her to cum on the spot as well. A cooing moan shouted through the room as Xia's eyes rolled nearly all the way back, and her tongue seemed practically pinned to her cheek. Each spurt of Shen's spunk was pouring inside of her, and even when she had no more to hold, he kept pumping inside of her and causing it to drool slowly down her rear and onto the floor in thick rivulets. The two were stuck in total bliss, Shen not at all trying to fight back against his killer's desire for him to cum inside of her as hard as possible, despite the viscous ropes of cream falling to the floor. Finally, after what seemed like a solid minute of orgasm from the both of them, the darker-skinned man knelt down slowly, utterly exhausted as Xia kept clinging to him, albeit far more weakly than she had before.

“I... win,” she murmured feebly, trying to reach over to Shen's neck as her thighs slowly undid themselves from his hips, and a stream of seed thickly flowed from her sore pussy. Though, her statement seemed ambiguous, as she didn't move very quickly, and halfway through the motion, her hand instead fell to his tough chest tiredly.

“Not... asleep yet,” Shen grunted back, though the exhaustion growled in his voice too. Xia was now in a strange cuddling position with her victim, her head resting on his shoulder as she looked up towards his tired face, knowing she very well had a job to do, but unable to physically or mentally find the fortitude to do it.

“Just you... wait...,” Xia yawned, eyes already beginning to close as one hand ducked to her pussy, as though to seal off the flow of Shen's cum from drooling out any more. “I'll... get you...”

Shen didn't even respond – it was too hard for him to talk with how tired he was. Everything was quickly turning black with a hard day's rest as the traveler fought to stay awake. Though, his mind was set at ease as he heard a soft snore into his chest, and he sighed as well into slumber with one last thought.

This part was definitely nice...

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[aaliyaeger]

Cuddle drabbles

These three weren’t at all taken seriously and were done just so I could say I scribbled something out to write. Which is more than I’ve done for the past few months. So, a couple OTPs and an attempt at writing something else. Ooh-aah.

“It's hooooooooooot.”

“It's eleven-fifty-seven.”

“Degrees??”

“NO YOU TWIT, TIME!”

Amilaine groaned loudly at Rasputen's remark, and she fell back into her cumbersome position slouched over the easy chair in some desperate attempt to find the “coolest” portion of it. Her long blonde hair was strewn down in a long cascade by her hanging head, and a strap of her bright purple dress was loosely wrapped to her shoulder, the lilac garment having a hard time staying on the undead. The Huntsman strewn across the couch was no better, his arm tossed across his eyes as if to block out any additional light of the early afternoon. His familiar longcoat had actually been discarded violently, the dark coat tossed feverishly to the ground in a fit just to try and cool off. Amilaine's apartment was in Silvermoon City, in the heart of Eversong after all.

But even in eternal spring, it was hotter than usual today.

“How hot is it, Ras?” Amilaine gasped from her chair without looking up to regard Tarsalai.

“If I said eleventy-billion, would you believe me?” He rasped without removing his arm from his one-eyed sight.

“...Maybe eleventy-million. Billion's just silly.”

“Oh, sod off.”

The Forsaken woman giggled – or at least tried to, before giving up halfway and trailing off her laugh with a groan. The Huntsman growled darkly, but even he seemed too hot to be that irked at his lover. Peering up from his arm, he tried to look over at Amilaine apologetically.

“Oi. Sor-”

But he didn't get any farther as he realized she had left her perch on the great chair. Leering around curiously, he realized the woman was making her way towards the other undead as she slowly trodded towards him with a manic look in her golden gaze.

“The hell're you-”

Once more, he was interrupted as the smaller Forsaken suddenly collapsed on top of the larger ranger, her cheek digging into his neck as her smaller finger clutched into his chest. With a grunt, Rasputen better positioned his arms to catch the undead woman with a raised eyebrow as she snuggled into him.

“C'mon, Kitten! It's too bloody hot for-”

“I love you, Ras.”

Amilaine's statement interrupted so smoothly it was as though the Huntsman had not spoken in the first place. He halted with his mouth hanging slightly open as the overheated little lady cuddled harder into her boyfriend, a slight singsong tone murmuring on her lips as she took up her favorite spot on the ranger. Despite all of Tarsalai's previous annoyance, he simply sighed and raised a bone-tipped hand to her mane of hair, petting the woman gently as she relaxed on him.

“Love you too, Ami.”

It was quiet for several seconds as, even in the heat of the apartment, the two undead found themselves warmly comfortable for the first time all day. However, it was then broken as Rasputen chuckled suddenly and growled to Amilaine:

“Oi, Kitten.”

“Mm?”

“...it's HIGH NOON.”

And then all hell broke loose.

Meanwhile, to the north...

Zalaena D'anthius inhaled deeply as her radiant green eyes fluttered open. This was what Eversong was missing.

A gust of frigid wind scraped pleasantly across her pink cheeks, and the Magistrix smiled eagerly at the cold. When the heat wave had struck Eversong, she was desperate to escape the heat – and Haarithur knew just the place to cool off. One short boat trip later, and the two were in the Fjord, along the upper reaches of the rocky cliffs. While at first the woman seemed worried about the stench of flesh the Forsaken were giving off, her Spellbreaker protector soon led the two of them into the northern reaches of the pass, where the Taunka resided. Along those peaks, not only was the aura of death entirely removed, but all that remained was the chill of the rime and the brisk aura of the pine trees.

And the snow!

Zalaena giggled as a snowflake dreamily danced across the gray sky to land on her nose, the crystal burning hot for a second before cooling pleasantly on her fair skin. Eversong had its weather charmed to be forever in spring, but that meant it was also cursed to never know the cooling cloak of snow either. Not even the ice and rime that many Mages conjured to mimic the effects of Greatfather Winter could compare to the natural white shroud that settled over the Fjord. She could stand on these cliffs for days...

“Hey.”

A sudden grunt behind her would have otherwise startled the Mage, but she had known Haarithur's voice well enough to no longer be so frightened by it. She merely smiled slightly with her cloak billowing in the wind as she heard his footsteps crunch in the soft snowfall.

“Everything okay, Haar?” She asked curiously, still gazing at the many trees and the beautiful rhythm of the snow billowing from the heavens.

“Mmhmm. Camp's up, fire's set. I'll hunt in a few,” he murmured gruffly as he stood directly behind Zalaena. He was nearly a foot taller than her, with musculature that could practically fit two of the female Blood Elf's inside of him. He certainly made for a good bodyguard-

-and apparently also a good blanket as he loomed closer to her, and wrapped the excess of his great cape around her form.

“...First, you need this,” the Spellbreaker added on rather lazily as he made sure his long cloak was wrapped securely around both his sides and Zalaena's front.

“Oh no, it's okay, I'm-” was as far as the Magistrix got before she realized how cold she actually was, standing in the wind. The familiar warmth seemed to roar through her very bones, and she settled into his front happily, as if to scoot closer to the fire. “Well. Thank you, Haarithur.”

“Anytime... happy?”

“Absolutely!” Zalaena beamed as the centurion cracked a crooked grin back at her, his full beard parting only slightly to make room for his smile. It was quite the picturesque moment with the two, until the Blood Elf woman spoke up several moments later with:

“Erm. Your hands are on my boobs though.”

“Mmhmm.”

And then in an alternate dimension, through space and time...

“OI ROADIE HEEEEEELP!”

“Mako, no, it's okay he's just-”

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!”

Mako Rutledge sat entirely motionless and silent as Jamison Fawkes whined at the top of his voice, his soot-stained hand clawing at the colossal Junker's leg in some attempt to both throw a tantrum and clamber up onto the man. The more-familiar Roadhog and Junkrat had been accompanied by Lucio Correia dos Santos, and the darker-skinned man looked somewhat worried as his lanky friend kept throwing a fit.

“He's just really hot, I'm so sorry he's-”

“RRRROOOOOAAAADIEEE-EEEE-EEEEE-EEEEE-”

Junkrat's call kept continuing in a trill as Roadhog stared blankly ahead, as if seriously thinking about his life's choices at this point. Meanwhile, the DJ was trying to wrassle with his anarchist friend to try and detach him from the Junker's leg.

“Just – c'mon buddy, work with me! -  gimme a sec! Didn't mean to bother you, he's just-”

But Lucio was bluntly interrupted as Roadhog abruptly looked down at the two as if realizing they were just there, and then scooped his gigantic arms outward to trap the two. The other Junker shrieked at his loudest, and even the musician called out in surprise as Roadhog snatched at the two. With utmost ease, the giant of a man had now grabbed at the two in a mighty bear hug, Lucio's cheek smashed harder into Junkrat's own as the brutish Junker sat down with a plop, imprisoning the two with that hug of his.

“Better?” He boomed curiously, the growl of a grunt rasping through his mask as he peered at the two ensnared in his arms.

Junkrat at first tried to kick back at his bodyguard with his metal peg-leg, but felt himself freeze as Lucio spoke first, his voice now close enough to the Junker to be felt on his skin.

“S-see? Not so bad, huh?” He managed to grin at Jamison, while simultaneously trying to also regain his breath through Mako's hug. “Heat could be worse!”

“Yeah yeah yeah, whatever mate,” Junkrat murmured, his bright yellow eyes trying not to make eye contact as a flush tore across his cheeks. He had finally stopped fighting back as the only sound left was the audible mechanical breaths that Roadhog was making. Maybe this wasn't as bad as he thought...

They were then promptly interrupted once more as a Helix Rocket screamed past Roadhog's head and exploded shortly behind him.

“QUIT SCREWIN AROUND AND GET ON THE POINT”

#Jaegerwrites

[aaliyaeger]

Winter’s Veil Twinfold

So uh. More gay things and trying to write infant behavior and holidays correctly. This started off cozy and felt like it rambled on a little bit, but I’m overall happy with it. Mostly just sucks for Pepto, since she’s the one who’s gotta deal with my dumb ass. Anyhow, enjoy some WoW-Crimmus with Zalaena! 

She was entirely too worried about this.

Zalaena D'anthius had awaken with a start several times already during the night. Not even the warmth of her many blankets, or the comforting embrace of her lover could ease her into rest. Every time she felt the gentle tickle of his beard against her messy hair to relax her into slumber, she would remember what day it was, and her radiant green eyes would snap open immediately. The Magistrix had gone through many Winter's Veils in her lifetime, but never had the anxiety of the Eve before affected her as much as it had now. This was a very special one, and she truly wanted it to be perfect.

This was her first Winter's Veil as a mother, after all.

When the early rays of morning finally began to ascend over Silvermoon City, awakening the dawn of Winter's Veil along with the cries of two infants, Zalaena felt what little sleep she had quickly turn into manic energy. Any exhaustion she had previously dissipated as she nearly launched out of bed, brown hair whipping up as she dove to her children. Serenas was awake immediately, her eyes clenched and her messy blond hair strewn about as she wailed for touch. Soon enough, Salenas, her twin brother, was also crying out for such comfort, his auburn hair as unkempt as his sisters. Gentle whispers sang to both of them as Zalaena cooed softly to her children, her husband at her heels as his hands reached for Sal, and she for Sera. Her lover seemed just as nervous as the Mage did, for his eyes were as wide as hers as soon as they realized what day it was. When the twins were calmed, the other parent nodded simply to Zalaena, and rose to enter the living room, stroking his son's hair soothingly. She was soon following as she cradled Sera warmly, exhaling as she entered the great room to create a near-explosion of light.

Several magical orbs lit up along the walls as a cascade of red, white and green danced around the room. A mighty pine tree, definitely not native to Eversong, had taken place in the corner with a hum of colorful lights and carols echoing from the very branches. Snowflakes frosted down from the ceiling, never actually touching the floor as they fluttered merrily about. The humble hearth suddenly roared to life as a fire sprang up from the logs, forever burning upon the same tinder thanks to the Magistrix's finesse. It was a true Winter's Veil scene – the cold of the snow mixed with the warmth of the fire, giving a very cozy aura to the room that was neither too hot nor too cold. Such a beautiful display was apparent even to the young children, their bright eyes widest of the family as they took in the living room. It brought a giggle to Zalaena, and even a wry smirk from her husband as he looked over to his wife, and they shared a knowing glance – they still had one more surprise left.

The man seated Sal upon the festive couch, the child a bit confused, but too awestruck at the snowflakes falling to truly notice. His sister soon joined him in that staring as Zalaena seated both of them upon her lap next to the grand tree, and she smiled widely at their shocked expressions. Even so young, they were utterly blown away. Though, that surprise held over as she reached for a small present under the tree, and the crinkle of the wrapping paper immediately got Sera's attention – her daughter always seemed to know the telltale signs of a gift even as young as she was.

The child's small hands were already pawing at the box as she cocked her head curiously, her eyes seeming to recognize what the parcel was, but her hands still trying to identify what a “present” was. Sal was the same, almost falling out of his mother's lap as he tapped his tiny fingers on the present, open-mouthed as he felt the box. With another laugh, Zalaena fumbled with a single hand to make a small tear in the paper, and then gently pulled some of the paper back. Both of the children reacted with a start, at first seeming to think that their mother was ruining it – but then Sera understood. With brutish intent, her small hands ripped at the gift paper eagerly, and a wide gummy smile appeared as she silently giggled. Sal was even helping his sister, tearing away at the bright paper until the object on the box was made obvious – a baseball-sized bauble on a stick, acting as a rattle.

Sera was ecstatic, made even moreso as Zalaena flexed her fingers, and the box opened to reveal the rattle, and she greedily snatched at it to swipe it around, the orb already warbling curiously and glowing brightly. She seemed all the more enthusiastic, and such excitement was shown even on her brother's face as he tried to reach for it. Yet, when his mother denied him with a hand, his shock quickly turned to sadness, and then into curiosity as he began to gnaw uselessly on one of Zalaena's fingers with a gummy bite. His sister was now entirely oblivious as she played with her new toy, banging it around eagerly as her mother magicked over another small present, this one sitting closer to Sal. He already learned the process – zealous hands practically clawed at the wrapping paper as he unveiled his own gift, and the image on the new box was revealed even faster than Sera's – a feather-like object that glimmered as brightly as the rattle his sister had. With another wave of her hand, the box opened to reveal the fluttery quill, and as it waved about towards Sal, it glowed brightly with change colors. Ecstatic, the boy reached for it to flail it around and enjoy the streams of colors trailing behind it. Zalaena merely smiled as she kept the two children comfortable in her lap, and then heard a noise behind her of a boot stepping down onto the wood floor.

“Oh Sal, Sera, who could that be?” She questioned her children in a melodic tone at the footsteps, turning slightly to look around. It took a little while, but eventually the twins realized there was someone else entering the room. They both looked towards the newcomer, and their eyes widened with shock as someone unfamiliar to them entered their gazes.

Zalaena's husband had returned, but his blond hair had been transformed into a pearly white. Both his short locks and tidy beard had been turned a bright white, and his nightclothes had been swapped out in favor of a bright crimson snowsuit. White fluff at the edges helped keep the wearer warm, along with the winter's cap on his head, but there was no doubt whom the Blood Elf's lover was trying to give the illusion of as his mustache curled upward in a small smile.

“Look! I think Greatfather Winter's come to visit!” The Mage eagerly spoke, pointing towards her husband as he puffed his chest out. Neither Sal nor Sera knew who he was, but their mother's happy tone kept them calm as they mimicked her and pointed as well. A deep, chortling laugh boomed from the man as he sat down beside Zalaena, and reached for both of the children to be seated upon his lap.

“Ho-ho! What cute children you are! But have you been good?” “Greatfather Winter” chuckled proudly, keeping both of the infants secure on his lap as they were switched from mother to father. Sal was wary of this new lap, but Sera seemed to be somewhat relaxed by the familiar feeling. She looked up curiously towards her white-shrouded dad, and opened her mouth in a unintelligible question.

“Of course you have, Sera!” The Sin'dorei man laughed once more, nuzzling his daughter warmly as her smile widened at his positive reaction. Such a response also got a wide smile from Zalaena as she giggled gently, hands resting on her chin. Sal still looked a bit worried, but as he was questioned the same way, his toothless grin also was brought to his fullest as Greatfather Winter chortled once more.

“Yes, good boys and girls get presents then!” He spoke aloud, managing to somehow balance the two children as one hand ducked behind him for something. Sera looked finally worried now that a hand wasn't securing her, but it was quickly back at her – as well as a fat sphere. It was designed in the form of a dragonhawk, albeit its beak and body were still the same circular shape and did not have much to stop the fact it was still a ball. Yet, its glowing eyes and golden visage was enough to attract Sera's attention as her tiny hands examined the toy with infinite curiosity, somewhat recognizing the draconic animal she had seen before. Sal barely had any time to look at the softball-sized ball before another dragonhawk sphere was offered to him, this one silver with green eyes to deviate between the two. Awestruck, the boy at first tried to suck on it, failed due to its size, and then simply ran his hands over the toy as Greatfather Winter laughed cheerfully.

“Happy Winter's Veil, Sera and Sal!” The Blood Elf chuckled, and then looked towards Zalaena as she giggled at her twins' reactions. “And, for another good girl...”

The Magistrix paused abruptly as she stared in confusion at her husband, obviously not expecting a gift of her own as he reached behind him once more, and a brilliant flash of gold shone in his hands.

To call it a crown was too simple – such an appearance was too regal for that. It had a great ruby directly in the middle, with its grand spikes fluttering like plumage above. The steel even seemed to sway like flames in slow motion, giving the appearance of a true crown of fire. Zalaena merely gaped open-mouthed as Greatfather Winter reached out to set the crown on her mess of hair – and then quickly caught Sal before an over-fanatic swing nearly upset him from his lap.

“A Queen deserves a fitting crown,” he murmured, much of his gruff growl returning as he spoke to Zalaena in his regular, not-Greatfather Winter voice. “Hope this does 'til you find it.”

The Mage was quiet as she reached up to adjust the headpiece along her head, and then smiled as she looked at the mirror on an adjacent wall to look at herself. She seemed to enjoy it, for she quickly wrapped her arms around the other Blood Elf, and pecked him on the cheek for a long second.

“It's perfect,” she hushed him, resting her head on his broad shoulder as one of her hands reached to help secure Sal as he examined his dragonhawk ball, quill forgotten for the time being. The crown seemed to fit just as well on her head – it seemed as though it was forged solely for hers alone.

“Anything for my dear wife,” he murmured lowly, seeming to drop his act of Greatfather Winter while his children were occupied with the toys made for them. Though, his eyes still glowed as merrily as his previous tone as he relaxed on the couch, and felt the Magistrix's lithe fingers wrap around his thicker ones. “Happy Winter's Veil, Zal.”

A giggle left the Mage as she stared at her husband, and her beautiful twins as both Sera and Sal laughed eagerly in tandem.

“Happy Winter's Veil, Haar,” She replied breathlessly as she felt her heart pound in her chest, dancing with the same joy that the living room was awash in as she nuzzled with Haarithur and her children. All of the anxiety she had the night before had vanished in that instant as she inhaled the scent of the holidays, and exhaled dreamily. Her daughter Serenas, her son Salenas, and her husband Haarithur, all together on the most wonderful holiday amidst snow and a merry fire.

She was entirely happy with this...

#Jaegerwrites #I should have probably done this drunk to write the fluff better but oh well #another time I guess

[aaliyaeger]

Haven’t posted here in awhile

Because I’m honest to god not trying to just put all my fuck-stuff here. But unfortunately, it’s all I ever write anymore. So, here’s a threesome with a human, a Draenei and a Blood Elf. Woohoo.

This wasn't what she was expecting.

Nandine Moonbreaker quirked an eyebrow at Xolphiea as she towered over her, the two dark-haired women staring each other down. Despite the Draenei woman being over a foot taller than the Blood Elf, the two eyed each other entirely as equals, silver eyes glaring with the same ease as her green ones. Both of them were quite muscular – and also very scantily clad, whether it was the taller brawler's leather armor gripping her voluptuous curvature, or the huntress' chainmail gear sitting snug on her bodacious, tanned form. And yet, they were definitely fighters – scars marred the fighter's darker, muscular body, while the same toned musculature defined the ranger's own attractive form, albeit with several colorful tattoos accenting her as well. Not even the sun blaring down upon Stranglethorn's southernmost dock of Booty Bay could compare to the heat emanating from the gazes of the two ladies sizing each other up.

“So, let me get this straight...,” Nandine murmured finally, still keeping her eyebrow arched at the Draenei fighter as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You want me to join you and your boyfriend – on this surprise?”

Xolphiea nodded simply, one of her horns glinting brightly thanks to the gold ring shining in the bright sunlight. “He may not admit it – but he does like surprises.”

Nandine smirked, and shook her head while pinching her brow. “One helluva way to surprise a guy,” she snorted, laughing lightly to herself until she looked back up at the Draenei.

“Not interested?”

“Oh no, don't get me wrong, sister,” the Blood Elf murmured, now nodding as she looked to Xolphiea. “But, y'know – how do I know you're not trying to rope me into some trap?”

The muscular brawler looked concerned for a few seconds, until she bent down to whisper something in the huntress' ear. When she pulled back, Nandine merely looked skeptical as her quirked eyebrow kept cemented in place.

“Sure. And Lor'themar'll eat me out too.”

Yet, despite the outrageous comment, the Draenei stayed firm, now crossing her own strong arms over her chest as her bright eyes regarded the tattooed huntress. “If it is not what I say, you can leave.”

A snort left the Blood Elf ranger as she rolled her eyes and nodded.

“Or I could just leave now -  but sure, entertain me, hmm?”

Xolphiea simply smirked and waved her fingers at the woman. “You will see – he's waiting for us now.”

“What, you were banking on me saying yes?” Nandine chuckled easily.

“Well...”

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Not too far away, Soren Sigmaine huffed slightly as he squirmed in his bed. She had been gone at least an hour. He was a patient man, but even this was a bit long for him. Xolphiea had promised she would not be gone long, but it had been more than the human had expected. Hell, he would've put on clothes before she left  if he knew the Draenei would take so long on whatever “emergency” she felt was necessary,

But alas. There the muscular knight was, entirely naked, with his powerful arms tied to the bedposts as he was left entirely exposed, everything from the vivid tattoos on his shoulders to his mighty legs on full reveal. The man was riddled with scars and brawny musculature, a true warrior's build as his biceps flexed testingly against his rope bonds, and his powerful abdomen curved to try and wriggle around slightly. Even his face, usually concealed by the protective shroud of his helmet, was revealed, his wild black hair, curled mustache and fine beard entirely shown as his orange eyes leered in boredom at the ceiling. He fully trusted Xolphiea, and yet – where could she have gone in Booty Bay to take her this long? Was she just having a rough time finding what she wanted? Did she leave him there for someone else to find him? Was she attacked along the way...?

Luckily for the human, he did not have to ask himself those questions any longer as he suddenly heard the door to their room click open, and the door shift open and shut. Oh good, she was back. Now she could-

“Boyfriend couldn't get anything more romantic, huh?”

“What? This is very cozy!”

Soren froze at the first voice speaking, the unfamiliar tone ringing through the small room just loud enough for him to decipher. They were talking to Xolphiea in a tone that wasn't one of a foe's, and yet it was not a voice that the human was familiar with. Maybe another friend? But why would she bring a friend over while he was in such a bind? Had she forgotten he was there? Maybe she was there to help deliver whatever she wanted...

Sigmaine did not question it any further, because he realized he couldn't hear what the two were speaking while he was thinking so intently. He strained to listen, but it seemed as though the two had grown silent since they had arrived. Growling darkly, Soren strained at his bonds, muscles flexing boldly as he writhed in place to no avail. Xolphiea certainly knew how to tie a knot – he wasn't about to escape anytime soon. He wasn't sure whether to be irked at the brawler or highly impressed – more than likely the latter. If she could create something to hold back his brutish power, that had to speak wonders about her handiwork. Though, considering this position-

The knight froze as he suddenly heard the doorknob click open, and the entrance shifted forward.

Xolphiea's head poked around the creak of the door, and she smiled lasciviously at Sigmaine as she eyed up his nude form, especially as her gaze locked onto his monstrous, flaccid prick leaning on top of his heavy balls.

“Still comfortable?” She questioned happily, her silvery gaze regarding the human as his fiery eyes stared back to her. He would have said otherwise, but a shaky nod instead met the Draenei as she giggled at his bulky, tied form.

“Good! I told you I had a surprise for you~”she cooed, her tail creeping around the door to wave seductively at the human as her smile widened. She got a surprised eyebrow from the human, and she pulled herself from the doorway, trying to waggle her hips in a delightful motion as she revealed herself. Now, the Draenei was entirely naked, save for a pair of long, crimson thigh-highs as one of her arms was draped along her great, round breasts, teasing Soren with the sight of their size. He froze as soon as she was even halfway out of the door, though his prick definitely surged with interested, its monstrous length lifting in curiosity as the curvaceous brawler eyed his prick hungrily.

“Here, see for yourself,” she teased, whom she was speaking to beyond anyone's guess as she made more room for the door, her arm still covering her heavy, full boobs. Sigmaine at first thought she was speaking to him, until he sensed more movement from the entrance. He immediately shot his gaze warily, unsure of what to expect – and Nandine's presence did not help him at all. An unfamiliar face, his orange eyes widened as the woman was still fully clothed – even if that clothing hugged to her sexy, tattooed form with the same teasing notion as what Xolphiea's arm did to her own bust. Though, the Blood Elf's eyes were wide as well as she drank in the human, especially as she realized what his crotch was revealing to her.

“Wow,” she muttered curtly, but her mouth hung openly slightly as she stared at the human. Soren squirmed uneasily, his muscles straining at his bonds in embarrassment, but as strong as the ropes and knots were, there was no way for him to conceal himself. However, she quickly regained her sarcastic tone as she leered back at the Draenei, raising an eyebrow at her.

“So, what kinda growth potion you use?”

“Growth potion?” Xolphiea replied curiously, walking over to Sigmaine so that she could lean on one of his legs, her enormous breasts pillowing up against his thigh. She looked over to the elven huntress, and reached with one of her hands at his half-flaccid member. No doubt he was already quite aroused just from the sight of the two beautiful women, and that was made all the moreso as the Draenei snatched at his immense girth, so thick that even her fingers could fully fit around him.

“He is all real – come have a feel!” She eagerly responded, waggling her ample rear at Nandine as if that would entice her over the human's husky shaft. Though, it definitely worked – the Sin'dorei woman was a bit flushed in the face despite herself  as she eyed both the curvy Draenei and the strapping human.

With a tentative step at first, the huntress gained more confidence with every motion as she took up the human's other leg, mashing her own chest down onto him as one of her hands reached out delicately for him. Yet, when her nimble fingers wrapped around him – or tried to, having far less success than Xolphiea did – it was with a sure grip. And yet, along her palm and between her finger's firm grasp, she knew it as soon as she felt that hard, hot length – he was definitely real. And yet, just being half-flaccid, he was already larger than any Blood Elf she was familiar with – what was he, over a foot already? - and starting to shut down a lot of the Orcs she had seen. The human was still growing thicker and longer, and even its sheer size was causing an eager lump to lodge in Nandine's throat. Fuck, he was huge...

“You weren't kidding...,” the ranger managed, her gaze locked onto Soren's tremendous cock as she found herself stroking him of her own subconscious desire, unable to stop as she kept staring at him.

“Right?” Xolphiea cooed, jerking the mighty centurion as even with the two uneven strokes teasing the bulky man, there was still so much cock left to please. It was goading a reaction from their shared partner as well – Sigmaine was squirming as he was unable to grip anything to control himself, a low growl echoing from him as a pink streak tore across his cheeks, just from the stroking of the two different hands pleasing him.

“Alright, you win,” Nandine sighed, and though her tone was of that of defeat, that wild grin tearing across her face was entirely victorious. She broke her grip from Soren, only to lean up close to him and smile widely at him.

“Your girlfriend knows how to show you a good time,” she whispered, giving him a gentle peck on the nose before she leaned back to also wriggle her hips, displaying her attractive form. “So you'd better do the same for me!”

There was no legible response – only a gruff growl as Sigmaine nodded at the Blood Elf, and her smirk grew more toothy. Reaching behind her back, she kept rolling her hips in smooth, practiced motions as she unbuckled her sultry top, dancing in place with fluid shakes of her hips – she definitely knew how to give a hell of a dance. So good, in fact, that Xolphiea had even stopped stroking Soren to watch the Blood Elf for a few seconds until she shook her head to clear herself, and cupped one of his plump balls with her other hand, massaging it lovingly to try and garner attention back to herself.

It had soon become a small war between the two women, despite them having joined forces for this one occasion. As the dark-skinned Draenei would rekindle Soren's attention to her with an affectionate grip or pump of his fat cock, the Sin'dorei would quickly snatch it back with a teasing laugh and another garment tossed daintily at the human, her striptease able to fully match Xolphiea's physical teasing. Though, Sigmaine was definitely not a victim between the two as he wriggled and writhed with every one of their ministrations until the two pulled back, and their arms hugged across the other's incredible bust, hiding themselves with each others' hands from the human.

“So – you can take him all, huh?” Nandine murmured, her free hand reaching to poke at the centurion's colossal cock, now fully rigid as his hard member speared proudly upward. At full mast, he certainly was putting Draenei to shame now; could this brawler actually handle him?

“Of course I can!” Xolphiea answered loudly, almost looking offended she was asked such a question. With a huff, she swatted at the Blood Elf's hand to reveal her dark, erect nipples and moved to grind her delicate folds along Soren's warm girth, a blush fogging on her cheeks. Despite her taller size, the Draenei still looked a bit ill-prepared to handle such a monstrous tool, especially with how thick his meaty shaft looked in comparison to her taut tummy. Nandine even looked nervous as she looked at Xolphiea rubbing along him, biting her lower lip – if it looked big along the muscular gladiator, it would look even more tremendous with the ranger. Though, it certainly did well for her own exhilaration: her mocha-colored nipples were just as pert as Xolphiea's. “Here! Watch...”

The Draenei knelt on her stocking-clad knees to properly grind herself along the man's colossal cockhead, and the fact that the human's girth was still so thick in comparison to her strong abdomen only made him seem all the bigger. Though, Xolphiea at least looked somewhat prepared for such a slab of dick – her huge thighs could have probably crushed his head like a balloon, so she at least had the strength to ride him well. Yet, she still seemed a bit nervous as that mighty tip of Soren's dick brushed against her folds. Even the Blood Elf found herself frozen at the sight of the tease, until she exhaled sharply to pull herself free and clambered over to Sigmaine, her legs parting over top of his bemused face.

“And I'll have the best seat in the house...!” Nandine smirked, slowly sinking down onto the human's features with the sides of her thighs hugging against his ears. He shook about in response to her wriggling hips, and felt a hot, breathy growl shudder against her skin. The huntress at least figured she would be able to enjoy that – but not nearly as much as she looked over at Xolphiea, and saw that the Draenei was already lowering herself down.

It almost looked like something out of a dream, with how impossible the penetration look. Such a colossal, fat member pressing upward so smoothly – and so delicately! The Draenei had full control over her lover as one of her hands tried to grip along his muscular abs, and the other reached for one of her heavy breasts, squeezing it deftly and pushing the huge, soft orb back against herself. Even her tail had subtly wrapped around at the fat base, his enormous spire of a cock steadied from her dextrous actions. Her teeth dug harder into her lower lip as her eyes began to roll back, all while she kept dropping onto Soren at the same, steady pace. The human was quite relaxed as well, but his lips didn't lie: Nandine could feel his long breaths burning against her own pussy, heating herself all the same as his tongue drew long circles along her folds. He was not rushing himself, even despite his excited breathing, something that the tanned Sin'dorei had to find herself thankful for. Rolling her hips down into his strong nose, one of her lithe hands snagged into the blue bedsheets and anchored herself as Nandine's free one helped teased her perky clit, her middle and ring fingers rubbing along her love button in delight.

“Color me wrong,” she tried to smirk confidently at the Draenei, but the blush searing hotting on her cheeks made it hard to do so without stammering a bit. She had to admit, she didn't expect Xolphiea to pull it off, and yet there she had done so. Her tough tummy was a bit bulged out from the titanic prick stuffed up inside of her, but the gladiator simply giggled and brought her hand down from one of her heavy boobs to rub along the paunch, grinding her ample butt into Sigmaine's rotund balls.

“T-Thanks...,” she replied, also trying to keep the same cockiness as Nandine, but failing a bit with how much cock was already stuffed in her. Her cheeks were even darker flushed than the ranger's, and with how hard her nails were digging into Soren's skin, the Blood Elf could also notice angry red scratches marking him as well. Yet, with all of the pleasure mixed with that pain, she only heard his pleased grunts rumble against her thighs as he licked in slow, smooth strokes lining her pussy. Xolphiea's own coos and moans were starting to call over his muffled ones as she began rocking her hips, pulling herself all the way up to the crown of his fat dick before pressing all the way back down onto him. Any other man would have gone wild with the heavenly feeling, but Sigmaine seemed well-trained, mirroring the smooth, relaxed motions with the same sluggish power.

The Blood Elf whined a bit as she felt her excitement boiling in her tummy, as well as the tickling probe of the human's mustache writhe against her thighs while he lapped at her. Her head rolled back as she pressed her pussy harder against his eager mouth, willing him to go deeper as his lips and tongue kissed and loved her cunt. She could hear Xolphiea getting louder and more crazed in her cries as the bed began to squeak under the weight of their combined humping, and the symphony of sex played harmoniously in the room. It danced along the walls with the same grace, never stepping out of rhythm or tune while the three sung the song of their pleasure.

Which suddenly sprang out in chorus as Nandine felt another delightful tongue slide along her clit. She gasped and looked down, realizing that Xolphiea had bent forward to also lick at her sensitive pussy, working together with Soren as she kept rocking her hips onto his hefty prick. Though the zealot's tongue was wide and slow, covering as much of the woman's pussy as he could with his lapping, the Draenei's was quick and teasing, darting at her folds and even kissing with the human's tongue as the two pleased their third lover. It was such an explosion of joy and delight that the Blood Elf could already feel herself getting close thanks to her own hand helping herself as well. The huntress desperately tried to hold on, but it was to no avail as her eyes widened in stupefied pleasure, and she rocked her hips against the human's face. Such a climax seemed to do wonders for the human as well, for as soon as she began to clench down and cry out, he grunted in overwhelmed pleasure and surged upward.

Soren's powerful climax had entirely broken Xolphiea's own mischievous delight with Nandine, and she was utterly blindsided by her own wall of ecstasy crashing into her. One of her hands was still scratching into the human's toned abdomen, goading more angry crimson lines and even some blood as her other was tight-knuckled into the sheets. She was still rolling his hips to goad out his orgasm, but she had grown unfocused with how much pleasure she was in. Her silver eyes rolled back almost fully as her tummy began to slowly round out in a curve, though it soon halted as rivulets of white began streaming down Sigmaine's tremendous shaft. Not only was the human cumming harder than any mortal should have, but the Draenei was accepting him eagerly, even as she was filled so full, and his hot spunk was dribbling down his heavy balls. It took nearly a minute for everyone to calm down, and even when they had, Xolphiea simply giggled wearily and slowly pulled herself off of the warrior, his cumstained cock still as rigid as when she had gotten on.

“M~wah - your turn?” She asked casually after a long, suckling smooch from the zealot's cockhead, cleaning it of her juices and his jizz. Nandine was still a bit hazy, though the human's over-pleased groaning from the Draenei sucking his sensitive cock helped rouse her from it. Shakily, the tattooed ranger looked down towards Soren's sturdy prick, and gulped a bit – whether out of nerves or thirst, she wasn't fully sure.

“Yeah...,” she finally managed, pulling herself from Soren's face as thin ropes of saliva and elven excitement strung from his beard, happy bewilderment fogging his orange eyes over. Her tanned body was already beginning to sweat, the shine of her skin making the vibrant colors of her tattoos glow all the moreso in response to how wet the human's own inks looked. Just one round was enough to work her this hard – how much did this guy have in him?

She didn't think more on her unasked question, the Blood Elf already moving to straddle him almost of her own subconscious will as she seated herself just against the gargantuan girth of his prick. She was in the exact same position as Xolphiea was, but now that tremendous dong somehow looked twice as large up close. One of her hands tentatively reached over to grip as much as she could around it, with only partial success as she began to pump the human's behemoth of a dick. It was also from that position that she realized how utterly fat his balls looked too; those plump orbs looked so plush and full, as though Soren had not gotten off in a long time, despite having just done so. Another lump formed in the Sin'dorei ranger's throat, though as she swallowed to clear it, she had a feeling it was for the same reason that it had been caused in the first place.

“Fuck, what you need is Noggenfogger, not a growth potion!” She hissed, though her tone was just as lascivious as it was sarcastic, the Blood Elf pulling herself up higher on her knees to rub against the man's colossal cockhead in the same fashion as what the Draenei had. Though, now that she could see his face not buried between her thighs, she was able to see the warrior snort and roll his eyes. Yet, he did not respond with anything else, not even a sardonic quip as he looked deep into Nandine's eyes with a surprising amount of warmth.

“Well, he does already have a bone...” Xolphiea chided behind the Blood Elf, and she felt a tic of annoyance bite at her, though it softened with a short laugh from Sigmaine at the pun. She nonetheless did her best to grind her pussy against his wet cockhead, feeling tingles spark up from the touch and prickle under her skin in delight. The Blood Elf turned to see the Draenei kneeling at the edge of the bed, already giving one of Soren's balls an affectionate kiss as she looked back to Nandine with a wink. The huntress wiggled her eyebrows lustfully as she turned back to face the human, still tied up as he wriggled about in his bonds to try and get more comfortable. His biceps still flexed powerfully, but the knots held even stronger as the Blood Elf took a short breath, and eased her way over top of the human's fat tip.

To call him thick was like calling the sea surrounding Booty Bay wet. Nandine felt her eyes widen as his girth brusquely pressed inside of her. Though it was going easily, it was not often she felt so much pressure burning so intently along the velvet sides of her inner walls. He really was huge, and that girth was almost uncomfortable – if not for the fact that thick heat felt so damn good. The huntress could feel her eyes trying to roll upward, and she felt a hot breath force up from deep within her, thanks to Soren's tremendous dick practically pushing it up out of her. She felt her hand grip into his abdomen as well, adding another four scarlet lines gouging into his light skin. Her full lips parted in a silent 'O' of shock before biting down on her lower lip, especially as she reached the fattest curve along the middle of his cock. The ranger looked down at Soren's face, to smirk at his gasping groans from how snugly she was squeezing around him, but she was interrupted by her interest in something else – her usually taut tummy, now bulging outward from the human's impossibly hung prick.

“S-sun, you're fuckin'  huge!” She hissed rhetorically, rocking her hips to try and better fit that titan of a cock being stuffed within her. Her tummy was already goading another core of blistering heat inside of her, being fed entirely by Sigmaine's slab of prick, and she had only just got him in her! Though she had expected some form of response from the human, when she looked at him, it seemed as though he had not heard her, the muscular warrior growling and grunt in overwhelmed delight as he squirmed about in bound position. Confused, she turned around – and saw that Xolphiea was already working on the human, her lips smooching and suckling on one of his plush balls, eyes closed in dreamy delight. Though, as Nandine took a few seconds to watch her loving kisses and licks, the Draenei opened an eye to regard the Blood Elf, only for a giggle to leave her as she continued her work, eagerly worshiping her lover's plump balls.

Returning back to Soren, Nandine's smile grew far more devious as she felt her butt press against the base of his crotch; she had done it. Invigorated, she took a second to realize just how incredibly full she felt, her green eyes full of lustful fire as she leered at Sigmaine in delight. The huntress pursed her lips teasingly as he drank in her form, and that bulge jutting out her stomach, and she laughed warmly, rolling her hips in a slow revolution upward, the practiced motion showing just how much expertise the woman had – she might not have had a cock that big in awhile, but she definitely knew how to work it.

And it showed on the human too. No longer restrained by Nandine's hips, the zealot tipped his head back to groan out a pleased growl, his back arching with the combined efforts of the Blood Elf riding him so well, and Xolphiea making out with his colossal balls. For a man that was so well built and looked so intimidating, his mewling and growling was almost pitiful – he was like putty under their work. Though, Nandine soon realized she was no better. With how utterly thick Sigmaine was, he was already feeding that ball of scorching heat blazing within her, practically hammering it despite the smoothness of his thrusts making it so easy for her to ride him. Her knees trembled, still sensitive from her previous climax, tried to dig into Soren's waist as both of her hands snatched onto his muscular form, drawing another four more scratches onto his abdomen, and a deep fingernail grip on one of his pecs. Sigmaine was looking more like a wild animal had tried to savagely attack him, though the twelve scratches ripped pleasantly into his muscles only seemed to rouse him more, for she could feel a thick cumvein along the side of his prick throbbing needfully. The ranger took her chance, knowing he would be weak from it as she bounced her hips on him as she felt her eyes widen in shock from his sheer girth once more. She did not have to do so for long before she heard Soren suddenly growl out in gasping delight – and he came thunderously.

To call it an eruption was an understatement. The jet of hot, thick spunk that sprayed inside of Nandine nearly turned her mind blank, and she felt both of her hands rip another set of scratches into his tough chest. A delighted cry, her loudest moan yet, nearly screamed from the ranger as she felt his warm jizz flood so fully inside of her, drenching her so perfectly and so fully as what felt like a geyser of the man's spooge unloaded in her pussy. She felt so entirely full, and it was made all the more blissful as his tremendous second orgasm caused another cunt-shattering orgasm to slam through her mind. She was dimly aware of her tummy bulging outward even moreso from his monstrous finish, as well as how what she couldn't fill herself with was streaming down her thighs. So much cum, and so quickly too! His balls definitely weren't for show either...

Nandine eventually collapsed on top of Soren, gasping for breath that had to fight its way through her pounding orgasm as the last of his own dumped inside of her. She felt so warm, and so entirely stuffed as she panted like she had run a mile. Her eyes blearily opened, and she was only partially aware of Sigmaine also trying to regain his breath, his powerful chest heaving gently to regain himself.

“You really worked him!” Xolphiea cooed from behind her, moving up from her kneeling position to stroke one of the Blood Elf's ears. When Nandine looked over, she merely nodded tiredly, though her grin still possessed all of the same energy she had previously as she rocked herself wearily to pull herself from Soren's gargantuan spire of a cock.

“I've got my ways,” she responded confidently, surprised at how strong her voice was. With every ounce of power she could muster, she pulled herself up from Sigmaine, to see he was still hazy from how strong his own climax was. With a grin, the ranger looked over to the Draenei, and began to pull herself off the bed to smirk at Soren's softening prick-

-but it was still as rigid and stiff as when she first saw it.

“Holy shit guy, for your girlfriend's sake, maybe you should take up beating off!” Nandine nearly growled, though her amusement at his insatiable libido was apparent. Clumsily waddling over to get closer inside of Soren's thighs, she took a grip at the base of his cock just to make sure it wasn't an illusion. Still hard, still warm, still definitely there...

“Well, I do have one way to help him cum his hardest...,” the Draenei laughed as she moved to undo Sigmaine's bonds, the human groaning happily as he rubbed at his wrists, and thankfully accepted a kiss on the forehead from her. “If you would like to help?”

Nandine quirked an eyebrow at her, though her smirk was still wide as Soren tested out his new freedom. Her silence was all the quiet question needed for Xolphiea to respond by moving across from the Blood Elf, and once more kneeling down. The ranger could see the streaks of the zealot's thick white cum still stained to the inside of her incredible thighs, and she felt her own rub together to revel in the warmth of the load he had also pumped in her. She really did feel so full...

“Just do as I do~” she giggled, reaching for her humongous breasts as she took a purple boob in each hand, and wrapped it o the right side of Sigmaine's almighty prick. Nandine's smile grew wider, and she was soon pressing up against Xolphiea, her tanned tits taking up the left side of Soren's unbeatable cock. The Draenei was definitely bustier, but that wasn't to say the Sin'dorei had no sizable bust as her chocolate nipples rubbed against the brawler's dark purple ones.

“Can't believe you put up with this big, stupid thing,” the huntress murmured, her hands pressed tightly on the sides of her breasts as she gave a quick peck to the crown of Sigmaine's cum-drenched, fat cockhead. She could taste herself on him, as well as a bit of his spunk – a bit bitter, and yet hinted with cherries. He definitely was not a bad flavor as she lapped at him, Xolphiea soon following.

“Well, technically, he is shorter than me,” the gladiator teased, winking at Soren as she also gave an affectionate kiss to the tip of his thick dick. “But I like him.”

“Shit, I kinda like him too,” Nandine grinned, rolling her chest with the Draenei as they began to move in tandem, rubbing their breasts slowly down the human's behemoth of a prick, until both of their busts were pillowing out against the top of his plump balls. She heard a groan of sheer delight nearly snarl from Soren, and Nandine looked over to see the man in a seated position, one of his hands reaching for one of her shoulders to grip it. It was a firm grasp – this man definitely swung a blade, judging by his callouses – and yet there was a certain gentleness to it. He was not about to hurt the woman as either of them pleased the warrior happily, dragging their heavy tits slowly back up his veiny shaft.

Their moans were entirely for the man's pleasure, though the giggles at his overwhelmed expression were true. He almost seemed exasperated, especially as Xolphiea began to roll her breasts along his shaft in different directions while still keeping the same titfucking pace. Nandine quickly mirrored the expert motion, and she felt the human's grip tighten on her tattooed shoulder as a result – the Draenei definitely had this down to an art. It showed on Soren too, as his breathing was already increasing and growing more frenzied, gasps hissing from him as he tried to control himself. Yet, Nandine could sense that familiar clenching as the cumveins along the side of his titanic cock throbbed hard – he was close!

But before she could react, Xolphiea was ducking forward, her lips sealing around his cockhead as the human came the fastest that night, and the huntress could better feel his enormous dick pulsing in her cleavage. It just felt so powerful in her boobs' grasp, and yet the Draenei was eagerly drinking him up as though she had not had one in days. Eventually though, she pulled off with a loud gasp, and a gout of white nonetheless erupted from Sigmaine's fat cockhead, its sheer volume confirming that how filled Nandine felt was true. She took in the geyser of spunk for only a second before she too dipped her head forward, lips suckling hard around his thick dick's tip as she eagerly swallowed that third, powerful load. Still cherry-tasting, still so delightful as she gulped him down, Xolphiea's coos ringing in her ears as she wriggled her bust to goad more of his load into the Blood Elf. Yet, there was still so much of his climax left that the ranger still had to pull off to breath before he was done, and she yanked her smooching suck away to let the last remnants of Soren's climax rain down onto the two busty womens' voluptuous chests, showering them with thick rivulets of creamy jizz. When he was finally – miraculously – done, it still looked as though they had fucked a group, not just taken one man's climaxing end.

That truly was the finale though. The human fell backward, finally defeated as his cockhead kept drooling out the last few dregs of his almighty orgasm. Xolphiea soon tackled up onto him, pelting his face with kisses as he kept dribbling out spunk from his cockhead with the same thickness as what was leaking from her pussy. Both seemed fully spent as the Blood Elf stood up, lapping at some of that tasty cum on her breasts as she smirked at the two.

“Lovebirds finally done?” She asked rhetorically, arching an eyebrow at the human and Draenei. She didn't wait for an answer before she began scooping up her gear and looking around for something to help clean herself up with. “Hate to admit it – but you're right, Xol.”

“I would... never lie...” she replied breathlessly between her long breaths, still barraging Soren with light kisses as he rode out the last of his final orgasm. His steady cock was finally lowering, and Nandine even gave it a goodbye smooch to the cumstained head as she licked at her lips.

“I'll leave you two to that,” she snorted, waving her hand in simple goodbye as she made to leave the room with a nod. Cuddling wasn't part of the deal, after all. Though, her pleased smirk managed to grow a little bit wider as she passed by Sigmaine, and she heard him finally growl to her:

“I like her too.”

With a giggle and a wiggle of her hips temptingly, Nandine made her way out of the bedroom as she located a towel in the nearby bathroom, and moved to clean herself.

This wasn't what she was expecting – but she sure couldn't complain!

#Jaegerwrites

[aaliyaeger]

Short drabble about gay stuff. Ooh-aah. I’m sorry pepto has to put up with it.

She could have taken care of herself.

Zalaena inhaled slightly as Haarithur rubbed the medical ointment onto her forearm, helping steady her through the sting of the healing paste. Though the pain of the five gouges had finally dulled from a deep, pounding scorch to an exhausted, tired burn, the crushed herbs quickly brought another quick surge of pain as the wound was cleaned. Still, at least it was short-lived, and the Blood Elf Magistrix was familiar to this unease – not like she was to those horrid claws of the undead that had snatched at her. With every second that passed afterward, she was happier and happier she was not the one fighting on the front line. Though, she still had to question the actions of the person who was now patching her up.

“I could've done this myself, y'know,” Zalaena murmured, gazing at the Spellbreaker as he dabbed at her wounds with a small cloth. He looked up from her with a raised eyebrow, and his intimidating, bearded visage almost made the woman question berating him. However, she had learned not to look away, and she met his gaze with her own green, radiant eyes.

“Could've,” Haarithur grunted gruffly, dropping his sight so that he could return to his handiwork. He didn't seem to be slowing though, fanning his fingers just above the cuts so that they could air out a bit. The sensation was gentle and cool, definitely more pleasant than what the mage was feeling presently, and she sighed in relaxation as the centurion reached for bandages. It was only after several seconds of silence that Zalaena realized he wasn't reiterating on his decision.

“Well. Thank you? You didn't have to,” She spoke up again, trying to smile a bit to lighten the mood. The Spellbreaker froze halfway through setting the bandages, and when he looked back up towards Zalaena, his powerful gaze had lessened into one of slight surprise. However, when he took in her smile, he at least offered a crooked smirk of his own, shaking his head as he went back to his work. The kinder gesture at least helped the mage feel a bit less threatened, and she felt her voice quickly return to her.

“Why bandages though? I'm sure we could find a healer around,” the Magistrix said, examining the redness of the gouges for the last time as Haarithur covered them up with the bandage wrapping.

“Small cuts,” the Spellbreaker replied gruffly, rolling the wrap firmly around the woman's arm with deft precision. He seemed to have done this before. However, just as he was finishing up, he suddenly grinned darkly. “Besides...”

Zalaena rose an eyebrow of her own. “Besides?”

Haarithur pinned the end of the wrap off, and released the mage's arm so she could move it around. “These leaves scars.”

“But tha – that's exactly the reason I wanted to get a healer! They don't leave blemishes!”

A snort of a chuckle left the soldier as he brushed his spiky blond hair back, and then tapped his left cheek, namely along a brutish scar that lined all the way to his strong nose. “Blemishes?”

Zalaena sputtered for a second, and she shook her head. “N-no, that's not what-”

But she was interrupted as the Spellbreaker continued his laughter, his hand reaching over to poke the Mage on her button nose. “It's fine. 'Sides. Guys like scars.”

It was such a strange statement that the mage forgot her previous shame. “What?”

Haarithur merely shrugged, but then poked at the scar on his face again. “Guys like scars. More Farstriders ask 'bout this than most girls. Plus, y'know.” He grunted gruffly and looked to the side, as though to pose for a camera. “Looks damn good on me.”

“I'm no cactus expert, but I know a prick when I see one.”

Another raucous snort, and the Spellbreaker began to stand up, offering a hand so that Zalaena could stand as well. “Trust me – once that heals, show it off proudly. Means you got into a fight – and you came out alive.”

Zalaena smiled, but nonetheless shrugged at Haarithur as she stood up, barely making it to his shoulder now that they both were at full height. “Breathing is usually all one needs to prove that.”

Haarithur grinned, and began to walk the Magistrix back to the campsite, his mighty build and fierce eyes once more revealing him as the woman's bodyguard. “Wanna hear something I learned from a Dwarf?”

Zalaena perked up, and she looked eagerly towards the other Blood Elf. Any knowledge was good knowledge, be it Horde or Alliance – or otherwise. “What is it?”

“'Never forget what you are, for the world will definitely not. But, wear that like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.'”

He then rolled up his sleeve to reveal his muscular forearm,  and showed off several more scars, along with his calloused knuckles and fingers. “The Sin'dorei are proud – and terrified of death. Scars remind them of mortality, so they hide behind vanity.”

Even after he had pulled his sleeve down, Haarithur undid a button on his collar so he could show off the tip of a wicked scar starting by his collarbone. “See these every day – ain't afraid to die anymore. Just makes life better, y'know?”

The bulky Blood Elf shrugged, stopping as they approached the Magistrix's grand tent. Zalaena looked up towards Haarithur, and then towards her bandaged arm.

“I'm gonna regret this.”

The Spellbreaker smirked, and reached into his satchel to pull out a fat cigar. As he ignited it, and puffed away from the mage politely, he returned with a bow.

“If nothing else, it's a story no other Magister could tell. 'Sides...”

He then winked at Zalaena.

“Guys like scars.”

With a small laugh, she waved him off, and the Spellbreaker chuckled gruffly, expelling another great cloud of smoke from himself as he walked away. She watched him trot back to his own, much smaller tent for several seconds before finally retreating to her own, eyes catching on her bandages once more. Even though it pulsed dully, and she could still feel a slight sting from the wounds, the same thought always crossed her mind:

She was happy to have been taken care of.

-

Meanwhile...

Rasputen Tarsalai snarled savagely as he gripped into the table, looking positively furious. Amilaine, on the other hand, tried to look as serene as possible as she prodded a cotton swab along his cheek.

“Don't be such a baby, Ras.”

“IT BLOODY HURTS, AMI!”

“As much as this does?” She replied calmly, running one of her fingers along the cut, and goading another howl from the Huntsman. He swore colorfully, enough to make both Zolfos and Alice look up from their naps lazily, partially annoyed at the noise.

“Bah, that LITTLE GODDAMNED WANKER!” He hissed, forcing his voice to quiet, though his murmuring was still shaking with rage. “Otis LIED TO ME!”

“Otis lies to everyone, Ras.”

Another stream of swearing caused Amilaine to giggle slightly. Any other time, she would have been worried about her love being injured – but this was too hysterical to not be funny. The mischievous Forsaken had sent a lie towards Tarsalai about “a Blood Elf who hated dogs.” Considering that a certain Magistrix was cooing over cats at the time, he had sprung into action – only to get slapped crisply across the face by the woman, and then dumped into a stream by her Spellbreaker bodyguard. Though the water was only a foot or so deep, the man shrieked and screamed for help until Amilaine tugged him out of the water and brought him to her home. Even now, he was still spouting for the other undead's head, over a simple prank, and it took everything in Amilaine's power to not laugh.

Where would this man be without her taking care of him?

[aaliyaeger]

Pirate foitin’

I don’t know. Blade and Soul crap. Based on my Blade Master, Tali’s Assassin, and I guess technically my Force Master is there. Whatever. BnS is just an outlet for me to be as edgy as possible.

He really didn't want to be awake for this.

Aerthul yawned longingly as he took a step from his quarters, the emblazoned title of Captain glossed in brass over the heavy door. His crimson eyes were bleary and hazy, the fog of sleep still heavy in his gaze as he slowly walked from the door. His long, black hair was strewn nearly to his shoulders and messily thrown about his face, the unkempt mane just barely cared for. The human Jin definitely did not give off the appearance of a commanding officer – he didn't tower over the rest of his crew, his tough, tattooed chest was on full display, and he only wore a baggy gi and sandals, looking more like a washed out samurai than a Captain. Yet, as Aerthul made his appearance, the nearest sailor turned on his heel, and saluted proudly towards him-

-only to get shot in the shoulder as the ensuing cacophony kept blazing about aboard the Iron Lotus. The deck was alight with combat, and those bearing the dark colors of the Iron Lotus' Bladeborn Buccaneers were fiercely clashing with several other assailants, their own colors of midnight black. The Captain hardly seemed worried as one of his gunmetal gray-clad pirate crew fell to the ground, howling in pain from the bullet lodged in his shoulder. Well, if the Jin had warned them once, it was the only time he was going to warn them – battles stopped for nobody. But why did it have to wake him up...?

“Doesn't seem so bad,” Aerthul grunted simply, looking to his right towards a much smaller figure, idly dodging a shot which would have crashed into his left ear had he not moved.

“The Captain should still be seen by his crew!” A much higher, clearer voice responded angrily, and two golden eyes bored into the human's scarlet ones. Even though the human commander was not much taller than any of the other pirates, he definitely towered over the smaller form of his first mate. This new figure's skin was much paler than Aerthul's, and his dark purple hair was a controlled storm with two long fox ears poking up from the mess. Even a fluffy tail of the same color was poking from his attire as the more bestial Lyn glared at the human, tapping one of his pawlike feet expectantly.

“Gimme a break, Vig – I've had a long day.” Aerthul yawned again, nodding sleepily towards another of his crew as the monstrous Gon figure, over eight feet tall, cheered raucously at him.

“The faster this gets done, the faster you can go back to sleep!” the Lyn named “Vig” hissed, holding up one of his small hands and unleashing a jet of flames from his fingertips, the gout of fire tearing  through several of the assaulting sailors. Their masked faces were still snarling in rage as they turned to descend on the magician – and they kept that same expression even as their heads were separated from their shoulders smoothly.

“Guess I could use the exercise...” the Captain murmured, arcing his unsheathed katana over his head and swiftly slicing to his right to tear the blood off of his blade. It was almost immediately after that everyone's attention was now focused on Aerthul, bringing the full realization that the captain of the Iron Lotus was now defending his ship. Many of the dark assassins rushed at the samurai, threatening to overwhelm him through sheer numbers, but the man was prepared.  Rather than try to evade the attackers, Aerthul instead charged at them, matching their aggression with his own. Even though it was six swords against one, he smoothly carved at two, used the same momentum to kick a third in the chest, then dashed with a blinding burst of speed to slash at two more from behind. In one furiously elegant motion, the Jin had taken out five of the ambushing squadron – and the sixth immediately retreated, disappearing into the chaos of battle.

Many of the Buccaneers yelled triumphantly, invigorated by their Captain's deadly skill. Some of the attackers had even halted and began to return to their small, scouting vessels. Many of the pirates chased them, though Aerthul was not leading the charge – rather, he was lazily walking in the same direction, casually swinging his katana about not to slash at anyone, but simply for the intimidating view of it. In just one simple action, he had broken the offensive and was now putting the assassins on the defense. He really didn't need to be awake for this at all-

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

A piercing scream nonetheless shook another vestige of rest from the Captain's mind, and he perked an eyebrow in the direction of the shriek. He could hear yelling, albeit not as loud as the first one, and there was a growing hush rumbling in Aerthul's direction as the Buccaneers froze in their tracks. Both pirates and assailants were all staring in the same direction as suddenly, the crowd parted – and a Buccaneer fell onto the open area before the Captain, two wicked stars digging deep into his eyes. The sickening crunch of his head hitting the deck was made only worse by how bloody the rest of his body was – whoever had killed him had sliced him up several times before actually delivering the killing blow. The Jin was stonefaced as he saw the horrid state of one of his crew, and he looked up towards the person who had done so.

She stood a whole head shorter than Aerthul, but those shining gray eyes made it seem as though she was actually taller than him. She was a Jin, just like himself. A long, wicked scar was torn diagonally across her nose, bigger than any of the scars on the Captain's face. Her attire was the exact same as the rest of the assailants, although with accents of orange along her boots, and the long ribbon that was tying her black hair back. Most disturbing though, was the wild look she was giving the man as she held up her bloodied shortsword, and lapped at some of the blood that was drenching the steel, all without breaking eye contact or blinking at Aerthul.

“Captain...” Vig started, moving forward with his golden eyes flashing angrily, but the samurai surprisingly stopped him.

“Don't bother,” Aerthul growled, strutting forward himself as he cracked his neck about. “She wants me.”

The rest of both the Buccaneers and the attackers had formed a circle around both of the leaders. The Lyn had kept his word, and had not moved as he glared at the woman, who merely nodded towards Aerthul and readied her blade. She looked as though she was about to butcher him at any moment – but the Captain still looked collected, idly swinging his blade about. The silence of the woman's appearance was shattering back into a roar as the pirates of the Iron Lotus cheered on their Captain, and the assailants did the same for their leader. It was only due to those outbursts that the Jin finally smirked slightly.

“Xia... or is that Zhen?” He asked her, referring to the shouts amongst the calls of “Aer!” and “GETTUM, CAP'N!” When no response was given to him, the man chuckled gruffly, and inclined his head towards her.

“It's polite to bow before a du-”

He was cut off as the woman – either named Xia or Zhen- surged forward as soon as he had taken his eyes off her. A savage swing was aimed at his neck, one that Aerthul immediately parried with a shocked slash of his own. With a hiss, he kicked out at her – only to realize that she was dashing around him. His instincts called out, and he responded by punching out with the butt of his sword, causing Xia to break off from the stab she was about to rip into the square of his back. Yet, even as he once more tried to wind up another cleave, the Captain was forced to stop as a throwing star was hurled at his forehead. Ducking, he kept his momentum spinning as he sought to carve at her ankles. His blade was outstretched, and he could feel the metal shredding into her skin, splitting past the muscle, gouging out the wood-

Wait. Wood?

It was too late for Aerthul to react as the woman pounded her dagger into his left shoulder, causing him to snarl out and swing haphazardly at her before she could rip into his body again. The motion made her back off several feet, and all of her followers to yell out victoriously as the Buccaneers swore violently. The samurai clutched at his wounded shoulder carefully as he leered at Xia, her gaze flashing tauntingly at him. This wasn't a good fight for him – he was used to locking blade with blade, not sending out an endlessly barrage of attacks like she was. Inhaling deeply to try and ignore the pulsing agony that was neutering his left arm, Aerthul exhaled, and swung his katana readily. There was only one way to end a battle that wasn't in his favor.

He sheathed his blade, and waited for her to attack.

The Buccaneers froze in worry as they began to cry out for their Captain, demanding that he not die that easily. Xia didn't waste time with the change of heart – she was already charging, not hesitating to go for the killing blow as she wound herself up for a swing-

-Only for her to realize Aerthul was right behind her instead. Yet, she didn't seem worried at the sudden position change as she already had her other hand shooting outward to throw a razor star at him. The projectile sailed true towards the samurai's throat-

-then vanishing, along with Aerthul.

Xia's eyes widened as she whipped about to search for the Jin, only to freeze as she saw him in his previous position, though with his katana drawn. Everything was eerily quiet for a whole second afterward until the woman suddenly collapsed, the back of her clothing ripped open from a long, crimson line that bit into her body. The Buccaneers all cheered massively as their Captain swung his bloodied blade to the side, Xia's life fluids spattering onto the boat deck from it. With blinding speed, he had gotten behind the assassin first, and then slashed ahead to put him back in his original spot – all in the blink of an eye.

“Don't like going that fast...” Aerthul murmured, glaring at Xia as he pointed the tip of his katana at her head. “So could you die faster?”

He never got a response. He blinked – and the female assailant was on the bow of the Iron Lotus. With a snort of confusion, the Captain leered at her to see her jump off the edge, the rest of her crew quickly following suit. With a disgusted grunt, the Jin hobbled over to the edge of his ship, many of his crew getting ahead of him as they saw several small boats already making their leave away from the galleon. They were already making good headway from the pirates thanks to the magical winds blowing in their sails – the Buccaneers wouldn't be catching up anytime soon.

“Leave 'em,” Aerthul grunted darkly, waving his sword at the retreating assassins and turning around back to his cabin. “I need a fuckin' nap.”

“Once you get that wound dressed first!” Vig piped up, not at all looking worried for his Captain, but instead irked that he was trying to pass out again. “Blood isn't easy to get out of the sheets!”

Aerthul groaned loudly, but he nodded regardless. “Alright alright, damn it! I'll get patched up, holy shit.”

He began to walk towards the infirmary ward of the boat, already able to feel it in his gut. At this rate, he'd be too worked up to nap again, and he'd be having to work on a wounded shoulder. Vig Vaug meant well, but at this rate, he might as well give the Captain title to him instead – he could probably get more sleep that way! And then with that woman also trying to slash him up, it just added more things he had to think over who he had stolen from that would require such a professional killer to hunt him down. All the thoughts going through his mind only made the Jin groan out in revulsion again.

He really didn't want to be awake for this.

#Jaegerwrites

[aaliyaeger]

I’m posting this shit over here as to not clog up my main blog. Defeats the purpose of my writing blog, but OH WELL

A million years ago, I was giving FFXIV a try, and Aurigeant Umbreaux was the result. Honestly, if it wasn’t for the fact that I’ve got a million other games to play, I’d drop a subscription for FFXIV. Dark Mages are fun. 

#OC shit

[aaliyaeger]

Eclipse in Ashenvale

Shitty title. Woo. Featuring @elksy‘s batwoman Rogue going undercover to find her target and stick a shiv in his neck. Of course, this is me writing about it, so she dicks him first. Target in particular is my new warrior, a lame-ass human and not Haarithur for once. Still, I must have a fetish for warriors fucking or something. Who knows.

This wasn't what she was expecting.

Roraelis Autumnsong crossed her arms as she gazed at the cacophony of people lingering about the glittering courtyard, several luminous lights of several different colors winking from the trees and bushes. She knew that Human culture could be downright overzealous, but this wasn't even being respectful to her people anymore. Several figures, all wearing masks or hoods, were dancing within the gardens of Ashenvale, their white, tan skin deeming them as Humans, despite the fact that they wore such gaudy, silvery robes reminiscent of the Kaldorei. To even call it reminiscent was a stretch – in comparison to the actual Night Elves, who were blankly staring at the humans, it was obvious they didn't care a single portion about their culture – they had simply wanted a reason to wear garments similar to it. Some of the elves, bless their patience, found it within themselves to try and teach the guests, and some succeeded; but most were unable to so much as make a mark. Honestly, if Roraelis did not have her own thoughts focused, she would have gladly (and aggressively) educated the simpletons on their idiocy.

But, she was not here as the priestess Roraelis. Only Eclipse, bringer of justice, defender of the Kaldorei, purifier of corruption, was here.

Or, at least, her mask was. While the majority of her alter ego's protective armor had been stowed away, her golden mask was presently hiding away most of her upper facial features, save for her clever, silver eyes. Only from her purple cheeks down was she revealed, and even then, it was not enough for anyone to recognize the Night Elf at a glance. The rest of her attire was a slender, revealing dress that neither Roraelis nor Eclipse would wear, which hugged to her curves and just barely concealed her body as though made for prime seduction. Along with her long mane of azure hair tied back into a neat braid, the woman was an awe-inspiring presence that honored anyone near her to be around. Indeed, she could already feel the eyes of both Kaldorei and human gawking at her beauty, not even trying to conceal their dopy gazes. It was just what she needed – her target did not need to know anything more about her than he needed to, especially about the knife concealed within the thick braid of her hair. Still, she had expected finding her victim in a costume party to be a challenge, something that would require all of her cunning and calculation to figure out who was a corrupt heretic, and who was an innocent partygoer.

But there Soren Sigmaine stood, sticking out as though he had a spotlight blazing down onto his armored form, silently watching the crowd from afar. He couldn't have possibly been more obvious about his presence, even if he didn't want to be.

Even after three minutes, Roraelis couldn't believe it was that simple. Humans had a history of being incredibly stupid, but even this was daft beyond belief. He had not even dressed himself up like the rest of the party had. The man had arrived in the Baradin's Warden's tabard he swore loyalty to, and even the battleworn ebony armor that he was described always wearing with the said insignia. He was dressed as though he was acting as bodyguard once more, but the little mageroyal petal clipped to his breastplate was proof enough that he was not only invited as guest, but as a respected one. The human was gathering his own share of looks, though they were solely of disdain or concern, rather than arousal and delight. Yet, this Sigmaine was not particularly dressed as the role of a heretic either – even the most humblest of paladins found the pride within themselves to show off their faith.

Either he was far smarter than the Night Elf accounted him for, or he was the single biggest moron on Azeroth. There was only one way to find out.

With a confident step, Roraelis – or rather, Eclipse – strutted forward, never taking her eyes off the man unaware of her presence. This man, her sources had claimed, was a fanatical zealot of the Light, one that denied that existence of the Goddess Elune. Though the said sources could not provide the church he worked for, a fanatic who burned houses and slaughtered mercilessly was a blight upon the Alliance, and it was one she could purify. Stopping when she was ten feet away from the human's broad back, she waited, looked around at the crowd, and then suddenly clattered loudly towards her target, a wide smile splitting across her features.

“Ohmygosh! It's you, isn't it!” She gasped, a feigned tone of excitement perfectly aligning with her voice as Sigmaine turned to look over at her. Despite actually being shorter than her, because the Night Elf was stooping down almost demurely to gaze at him, he was now taller than her. All perfectly planned by Eclipse. In response, the man stared back, not saying a single word as he kept eye level with her.

“You're Sergeant Sigmaine, right? Soren Sigmaine!” Eclipse continued, clasping her hands together as she rolled on the balls of her feet.  “One of Baradin's Wardens!”

The man was still silent. It took several seconds before he finally grunted in response, the fearsome visage of his helm nodding slowly.

“Aaaaaaa! I can't believe it!” The Night Elf exclaimed, continuing her act as she tactfully placed one of her hands on one of his beaten pauldrons, only to take it off as though worried. “An elite defender of the Alliance – here!”

He must have been utterly dumbfounded, for Sigmaine did not say anything. He merely gazed at Eclipse quietly, the glare of his helm doing an unsettling stare for him. Such a helmet was odd indeed – despite what the Kaldorei woman tried, she couldn't make out any of his facial features, only darkness filling the inside of the horned helm. An enchantment to hide identity, which was relatively commonplace amongst rogues and assassins. Taking advantage of the silence he was offering, the Night Elf took a step back, as though actually afraid, though the man was playing perfectly into her hand.

“I-I must show you around Ashenvale, Sergeant!” She exclaimed, faking a nervous tone as she curtsied politely, letting her cleavage become all the more pronounced. It may have been an obvious move, but men were stupid – and  Sigmaine fell for the bait as well. As she quickly looked up, she caught a glance of his helm jerking back up – she had his attention.

“Please, if I may?” She pleaded, rushing to his arm to clutch at it with both of her own. It was quiet as he kept leering at the woman, with her fingers tapping along his bicep, until he finally growled in response, and nodded once more. So far, he had not said anything, but he was at least following the Night Elf's lead perfectly.

With another trained giggle, Eclipse pressed deeper into Sigmaine's arm, deliberately making sure that her bust was against his shoulder, practically at eye view for him.

“Yay! I'll show you over here first, it's so beautiful here...!”

–

They had not been gone long before the woman had taken a detour away from the Ashenvale gardens closer to Astranaar. While still held by the Kaldorei, Orcish raids were still commonplace, and it would not be uncommon for a foolish adventurer to get their skull split in one. However, she wanted to make sure that her target was utterly tired out before she would finish this date of hers. So she had taken him to see the falls, the many towering trees, and even the pleasant valleys dancing with wildlife. Of course, she did it all while making sure to bend over to show off certain flowers, or framing her bosom as she turned around to ask how the human was doing. Slowly, she had gotten more and more touchy with the man, and she could start to feel it in his fingers too. He might not have said a single word, but he obviously had a libido to exploit.

Which would make this all the easier for Eclipse.

“Well, here we are!” The Night Elf stated, turning around to show off her rented room in Astranaar. Her actual home was nowhere near this place, and even if there were spies watching her, there was no way she could be tracked back. It was just too easy to do this.

Sigmaine merely looked to the door, then gestured at it with his thumb.

“Oh? You want to come inside? You naughty boy~” She teased, walking a pair of her nimble fingers up his chestplate goadingly. “But for you, maybe I will~”

With a trained step, she opened the door, and let the human enter behind her, his heavy boots stomping into the wood as he looked around. It was not a big home, possessing little more than a living room and a bedroom – but it was all Eclipse needed for this.

“I hope you don't mind if I change first?” She stated, looking back to Sigmaine with a purr growling in her tone. “This is a bit... uncomfortable.”

The human grunted gruffly. It was his preferred method of talking besides gesturing or growling. So long as he got his point across, it didn't matter to Eclipse.

With a smile, she let the human stay in the living room, making sure to sway her hips as she closed the bedroom door behind her with a wink. Once she was out of sight, she immediately began to undress, the thin pieces of armor and cloth falling uselessly to the floor as her ample breasts and curvy butt were revealed. With a smile, she kept her mask on, one of her hands reaching over to pat at the braid against the back of her head. She could still feel the knife at the ready. All she needed was a quick opportunity once he least expected it – a quick jab to the neck would be all it takes.

Besides, she might as well enjoy herself a bit as well!

Purposefully waiting a few more seconds, the Kaldorei woman turned around, and then slowly opened the door, seductively sticking her long leg out, then curling around it as she sauntered towards Sigmaine, a hungry gleam in her silver eyes.

“I hope you're ready, big boy,” she purred, feeling his eyes drink her in fully as he was as silent as ever – though this time, she knew it was partial disbelief. “It's time the hero gets the reward he truly deserves~”

It was the same calculated line she threw at every horndog of a man – and every single time, it worked. The human closed the distance to the woman as her hands deftly undid his armor straps, helping toss away his pauldrons and belt with a coo. His own strong hands were already occupying themselves with one of her boobs and a handful of her ass cheek, squeezing happily as she groaned and exhaled against the side of his helm. Even though it was an act, she could still feel a blush running to her cheeks, which the Kaldorei was fine with. As she yanked away at his gauntlets, she knew it would look more believable as she fiddled with his chestplate. Besides, it did feel good.

As his chestplate came undone, his mighty, scarred chest on full display, she also saw several tattoos lining his shoulders and arms, especially his broad shoulders. The text was in Common, but there was no doubt there was religious value behind the words – she had found her man. With a smirk, she reached for his helmet – only to be halted by both of his hands snatching at her wrists, a warning growl rumbling from the depths.

“Aw, is my hero shy?” She teased, giggling again as she brought her hands back down to his armored greaves. Fine, it might spare her the gagging not looking at his dumb face anyway. “Well, how about his mighty sword!”

And with a tug down, she freed his pants.

He had his own undergarments on, but the good they would have done. She could already see the sheer bulge that the cloth was making, and she cooed happily as one of her hands snaked down to grasp it, stroking it lovingly. Well, he was definitely a big guy, but he was especially so in thickness. Another tug with her other hand, and his underwear was free, letting that colossal, stout cock spring free. Looking down to Sigmaine, she pressed her bosom up against his own tough chest as she jerked off his impressive length. He really was nothing more than putty in her hands.

“No wonder he isn't afraid, if he's got such a big blade~” she teased, pressing into him so that the human would sit onto the couch. He complied, albeit with a gruff grunt, and soon she was grinding herself against his fat, hot dick, his thick cockhead flush against her sensitive lovebutton. She bit her lower lip demurely, but kept herself in control. “Well, don't keep a lady wai – a~h!”

Sigmaine did not keep her waiting. Halfway through her tease, he suddenly pressed into her, goading an actual moan from the Kaldorei as she suddenly began to accept him, her tight pussy hugging around him delicately. Pressing his horned helmet against her breasts, the Night Elf gasped in delight as one of her hands gripped one of the horns, and the other snatched at the side of his scarred torso, anchoring herself onto the human. In return, he steadied her hips with one powerful hand, and the other  wrapped up her back to claw at it, muffled grumbles echoing from the warrior as he rolled his hips into her.

It was a slow pace at first, but Eclipse made sure that it stayed under her control. As her legs kept strong against the side of his thighs, she would drop herself deeper onto his shaft, only to roll her hips about for a few faster, more shallow thrusts into her. She knew what she was doing as another gleeful moan echoed from her. Of course, she was playing up her enjoyment a little bit as well – the faster he got off, the better. The Kaldorei kept her tits in the human's helmeted face, at first a bit concerned about the metal against her skin – but then realizing she had a mask of her own too. So she simply kept fucking the man, amidst her cries of “oh Elune!” and “Please, harder!” This was just too-

-but she was interrupted once more as Sigmaine suddenly stood up, still halfway into the woman as he clumsily walked over to one of the walls with him still deep in the Night Elf and then began to thrust into her as she was pressed against the wall. She gasped in confusion, but it came out as overly pleased as his full length was pounded into her, her eyes accidentally rolling back of their own pleasure, one of her hands gripping into the wall as she was forced to balance on one leg. Though the human was helping support her, it was also that support that was helping him slam into her pussy with much greater force, hammering her much harder than before as he put that muscle to work. She could feel her mind trying to fight back against her plan, her baser instincts awakened at actually having a decent lay for once. Forcibly, she fought it off, but the human was not making it easy as he furiously rammed into her without pause. A lot of her confident teasing had vanished, quickly replaced by pleading moans as she felt a nostalgic, familiar pit of heat thundering in the depths of her tummy. Feeling her brow scrunch up in focus, Eclipse could feel her body now trying to get off from the powerful thrusts, and she desperately tried to hang on. If that happened, then she would be too dazed to do her job! No, she had to hang on, she needed to-

-Everything cleared as she felt that monstrous size wrench out of her, and she gasped, falling to her knees once the human had released her hips and legs. She knew what was coming, perhaps literally, as she looked up to Sigmaine with her masked face, blowing a kiss at him as he ferociously began to stroke himself.

“Please...?” She cooed, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out as he aimed for her plush lips. She would not have to wait long before a jet of hot, thick spunk rocketed into her mouth, splattering across her tongue as she waited, another giggle echoing from her. Another shot quickly followed, along with another virile rope of white, creamy jizz. Only a few more dredged out before the human pulled away, still grunting and growling his breath out as Eclipse knelt against the wall, her cheeks slightly puffed out from all of the cum she was holding.

It was lucky she hadn't gotten off. She might have gotten close, but it wasn't enough – something she sadly had far too much experience with. But now, she could do her job. As she heard Sigmaine slowly regaining himself, she looked down, as though still trying to swallow down that immense cumload. After a pause, she suddenly looked up, standing up as well to spit all of the spunk onto the human's face, returning his load back to him.

He hissed in confusion as he backed off, and Eclipse took advantage. Her hand snatched up to her braid as she tore at the knife within, the dagger quickly freeing itself along with her mane of dark blue hair. With a cunning gaze, she quickly found that fat jugular of his poking out against his throat, while he was blinded by his own spooge. With a savage giggle, she arced the sharp steel at it. Another successful hit-

-as her wrist was suddenly knocked away, and the human snarled furiously. No longer needing to put up an act, the Night Elf narrowed her eyes and grunted derisively as she brought up her knee to his gut in a sharp blow. He coughed, but rather than fall down, instead fell forward, using his heavy weight to try and pin the Kaldorei against the wall. Not realizing her position, she tried to escape, only for one of his hands to anchor down her knife, and the other to pin her other hand down. She was now unable to move her upper body as her mask was pressed flush against his helmet due to his weight, and in the proximity, she could see his wild, gray eyes leering brutally into her silver ones.

“No.”

The voice that boomed from the helmet was rasping with such a tremulous snarl that it sounded as though it had not been used in weeks. Yet, it was still as powerful as a cannon blast, and Eclipse felt herself shudder slightly at its growling hiss. She was able to break herself free as she became aware of him disarming her dagger, and she yelled back at him, trying to stab at the back of his hand with the blade. He grunted gruffly, still struggling to hold down the Night Elf as she now towered above his head, threatening to slice at him once more. With another kick, she managed to boot him in the kneecap, causing him to nearly hit the ground. With a triumphant growl, she rolled away and used the same momentum to leap at the couch, and then rocket at the human in a tackle.

She had only realized she had underestimated him as he began to turn around with a savage backhand already winding up for her face.

–

Daylight slowly began to awaken the woman, as a pounding headache fully did the job for her instead. Carefully reaching for her brow, Eclipse felt herself suddenly awaken as she remembered what had happened. Was she dead?

Another jolt of pain denied that. Definitely not dead. But then, where was-

A rustling caught her attention, and she realized she was still naked, but now wrapped in the comforter from the bedroom. And on top of that, a small bit of parchment sat, folded in half. Disentangling herself from the cloth, the Kaldorei snatched at the letter, opening it up to read in simple handwriting:

Those days are over.

Confused, she looked to the bottom of the letter – then felt her brows knit together furiously. Where a signature was supposed to be, instead sat a ring with a crimson insignia, warped into the symbol of a S.

The Scarlet Crusade.

Feeling the pain in her head multiply, Eclipse clutched at the ring and felt her teeth grit together.

Soren Sigmaine. He had the chance to kill her, but he didn't. Did that mean he figured out her identity? Did he expect her coming? What was that bastard planning...

With a growl, she squeezed the cold metal into her palm, ignoring the dull pounding along her temples.

This wasn't what she was expecting...

#Jaegerwrites #definitely wrote roraelis wrong I'm sorry

[aaliyaeger]

I guess dumb cuddles

Yadda yadda. Could’ve made this into smut, but I only made it groping. Was in the cuddles mood, even though my mind was trying to turn this into something sad. Luckily, I compromised and made it so that Haar sounded like a nerd instead. W/e. Here’s. A super short drabble and has no reason to exist besides I wanted to write something with cuddles and lazing around.

The night was gone – but the princess had stayed.

Zalaena felt the morning's pleasant rays light through the scarlet curtains onto the bed, where she laid out under the darker vermillion bedsheets. The comforter was pulled up snugly to her shoulders, where her mane of brown hair was tossed about freely behind her. Silvermoon's mornings were always a delight to enjoy, and today was especially so! The lull of sleep was still hanging heavily over the Sin'dorei woman's eyes, comfortably wrapping around her as cozily as the sheets. It was the only thing she wore, and she delighted in the freedom of letting her curvaceous, soft body sprawl out in the warmth. In such a relaxing, lazy stupor, the Mage didn't want to get up – especially with how nice that pillow felt hugged up against her tummy. It was odd that it was so firm, but-

The woman felt her eyes widen against her better nature, the rest of her body still trying to catch up with her sudden action. The “pillow” had suddenly squirmed against her, pressing tighter against her stomach and brushing against the bottom of her bust. There was definitely no reason for it to have shifted, and the action of it was causing Zalaena to tense up, especially as another thought quickly echoed through her mind:

Was this even her bed?

“Mghm.”

A grunt behind the the woman caused her to flinch, but she recognized the noise regardless. Swiftly returning back to her comfortable state, she instead wriggled into the owner of the sound embracing her.

“Morning, Haarithur,” she cooed to the much taller man, one of her lithe hands moving to better hug the Spellbreaker's calloused one to her chest. “Sleep okay, grumpy?”

Another indiscernible, tired snort growled from Haarithur, and she giggled a bit. For someone who gave off such an intimidating, fierce aura, the man was more of a teddy bear now than the grizzly he was with his clothes on. Indeed, now that he was as naked as Zalaena was, he was pressed flush up behind her, one powerful arm hugging her up onto one of her hefty, pillowy breasts while the other was helping prop up the pillow that she was resting her head on. Even though his fingers were groping along her soft bosom, it was not a grip meant to arouse, just as how she dug her butt into his crotch was done solely to appease herself and not him. She could feel his heartbeat thumping against her back, along with his chest hair tickling her as well. It wasn't often that the Mage got to enjoy such gentle intimacy, and she was pleasantly surprised to see that the mighty centurion was more than happy to offer cuddles for the both of them to enjoy.

With her fingertips dancing along his own, Zalaena sighed and closed her eyes again, reveling in the familiar warmth of the man cradling her into his strong arms. “Sleep okay?”

“Always do,” Haarithur murmured, poking his head down to softly peck his lips on the back of the Mage's head. “Surprised you behaved yourself though.”

“Wh – of course I would!” the Blood Elf teased, another laugh playing at her lips as she nudged the Spellbreaker with her elbow. “Who's the one always sleeping naked?”

“Just 'cause I do it doesn't mean you have to,” came the Spellbreaker's wry response, nuzzling his blond beard against the woman's head.

“Maybe I was being nice! It's weird to cuddle someone naked with clothes on!”

Haarithur seemed to want to reply, but he apparently was at a loss for words. When he finally responded, most of his cocky tone had vanished.

“Fair enough. Still wasn't going to do anything.”

“Maybe you were just so entranced by my beauty, you couldn't even think of ruining such a perfect picture~” Zalaena replied with a hint of smugness, teasing at him slyly as she snuggled up closer to the muscular centurion.

“Maybe the picture was out of focus.”

“WOW.”

The Mage began to try and squirm away, but Haarithur laughed gruffly and held onto her, apologetically hugging the woman to himself as her soft features scrunched up in a pout. “Zal, please, I was joking-”

“You should find better jokes,” Zalaena answered in feigned hurt, still putting on the air of a pout, though it partially devolved into giggles again as Haarithur snuggled up to her, hugging her tightly.

“Zaaaal,” Haarithur drawled out in a dramatically humorous fashion, but as the other Sin'dorei huffed  and stayed quiet, he exhaled roughly.

“Sorry,” he droned out again, though it was with a more serious tone as he rested his hairy chin against the back of Zalaena's head solemnly. At least it didn't stay awkward for long, as the Mage quickly intertwined her fingers with the centurion's calloused ones. “Been... awhile since I got to enjoy this.”

“You mean you don't spend most of your nights trying to bed pretty girls?” The woman murmured wryly, a hint of icy teasing in her whisper.

“N-no no! It's not -erh- it's not like-” the centurion stumbled on his words, an act that was quite unlike the gruff soldier. In fact, it was such a rare event that Zalaena even looked over curiously to make sure that Haarithur was okay.

“...Don't tell anyone I told you this.”

“I'm nude, in your bed, with you knuckle-deep in cleavage. I'll keep a secret.”

After a short grunt. Haarithur sighed darkly, gazing over the top of the Mage's head. “...I like doing this more than fucking.”

“PFFFF.”

“I'm serious!” The Spellbreaker hissed as Zalaena snorted, and though her laughter was causing a streak of pink to rip across his cheeks, at least he looked happier.

“By the Sun, really? You nerd!”

“Say what you want,” the Sin'dorei growled, even though his blush was getting darker. “I enjoy it – this.”

“Oh no, I'm not hurting you for it~” the Mage smiled, grinding back harder into Haarithur as she cuddled against him. “I'm just having a hard time believing it!”

“Guess it does sound stupid, doesn't it?” The centurion muttered, though he nonetheless kissed the back of Zalaena's head gently once more. “Gotta tell you though – fuck enough, all starts to mold together. This though...”

“Hmm?”

A few seconds passed as he tried to find the correct way to express himself. “Just laying here, with someone like this. You can fuck anyone – harder to find someone to cuddle with comfortable for just as long, if not longer. It's... warmer. Gentler.”

“Soothing,” Zalaena piped up.

“Yeah...”

The woman kept quiet in the peaceful repose as her fingers tapped softly against Haarithur's hand. “Mind if I ask a question?”

“Mm, go on ahead.”

“Does that mean you'd turn down sex altogether? For more of this?”

There was another long pause, enough for the distinct chatter of the Square outside the apartment to be heard. “...Yeah. I'd enjoy this over sex any day.”

“You NERD!”

“Not gonna lie to you!” Haarithur hissed again, now looking embarrassed and annoyed. “I mean – I'd rather have both, but-”

“There's the answer I was expecting~” Zalaena teased, suddenly shifting over on her other side to gaze at the Spellbreaker, unable to suppress another giggle as she saw his reddened face. Now that she was able to face him, one of her freed hands moved to gently stroke at his rigid length. “And you're right –  this one especially doesn't lie~”

“Maybe that picture was in focus – just too much for me to handle.”

With another laugh, which quickly turned into a gasp as Haarithur subtly snatched at one of her massive breasts again, fingers sinking in to squeeze along her. Despite the lewd actions though, both of them simply chuckled and cradled into each other, their open hands once more hugging to each other between them while the others kept at their respective perches.

“Think you can behave yourself a bit longer?” Zalaena asked, still idly playing along his shaft, but not as though to rile him.

“Only if you can, Zal.”

And after a gentle kiss to his stout nose, the Mage cuddled up to his chest, closing her eyes.

“My knight~”

“My princess.”

#Jaegerwrites

[aaliyaeger]

Oh dear god here we go

Fucking crack-ship smut again. Here we go, posting this here because why would anybody else besides me want to see Roadhog/Mei porn. HEREWEGO

Just how much could change the world in only a few years...?

Mei-Ling Zhou felt herself ironically shiver despite the sheer heat of the Australian wilds crashing around her. Long ago, this portion of the Earth, although dangerous in both nature and its Omnic denizens, was also one of the few places not as horridly afflicted by the climate. While the rest of the world was truly beginning to succumb to the pain of a dying planet, Australia seemed to have surprisingly found itself relatively unscathed from rising temperatures and war.

Now, she couldn't go more than three feet without tripping on a slag of upturned steel, and the heart of the continent was so irradiated that she was unable to even try to visit the Eco-Watchpoint once located there.

Frowning, she tapped her fingers along one of the keyboards within the Eco-Watchpoint she stood in now. When the computer monitor refused to light up, she sighed and pushed her glasses further back up her nose. Though this one in Sydney was the largest on Australia, the true data would be located further into the countryside. Sadly, the woman knew there was no way into the outback without risking contamination from the toxic environment. Plus, with the arrival of the outlaw Junkers rising from the sands to steal away scrap from the ruins of the Omnic core, even if she had the equipment to risk a journey, she would more than likely be attacked as well.

Looking around the quiet, dark halls of the research facility, Mei left the computers to try and search in whatever else the wreckage had left behind. Bright brown eyes glimmered curiously as she looked quickly about, her brown hair tied up as to not be unsettled by her swift motions. Her white parka, which looked heavily out of place in the sweltering weather, actually acted as both heater and cooler for the climatologist. It also kept away the prying eyes of others on her, unable to fully gauge her body shape underneath it. Though her bust still curved outward at the top, the thick material of the parka was able to conceal a slight layer of pudge along her tummy, something she was highly thankful for. Along with ski pants of the same material, she was just at home in the heat of Australia as she was in the frost of Antarctica.

A sharp clatter jolted her attention, and the woman spun around, hands quickly reaching for her blaster. Her weapon, connected to an endothermic pack on her back, spat out a gout of cold at a second's notice, freezing anything that came in contact with the ray. It definitely wasn't a killing weapon – it was meant to incapacitate anything that tried to harm her. But if one of the radioactive beasts had gotten in, the frost would only make it angrier at her...

Another scuttling noise solidified that something else was definitely in the Eco-Watchpoint, and Mei swallowed nervously. Without a word, she could hear it getting closer, almost sounding like the intruder was tripping on itself as it approached. Carefully, the climatologist held her ground, hoping she had the element of surprise as she could sense it just around the corner. She saw a mass of leather round about – and she pulled the trigger immediately.

A spray of frost hissed from the blaster as it rocketed at her target. The beam splashed over the man immediately, wrapping about his lanky, tall form in a tight embrace as his arms tried to react, only to freeze in place. His wild, red eyes widened as his mouth opened into a snarl, cyrostasis already icing him to that point of Australia indefinitely. However, even though she had the upper hand on the Junker, he was still able to get one strangled cry out before his life was frozen in time:

“OI!”

Mei felt a short gasp echo from her as the outlaw shouted out, knowing that was definitely loud enough for others to hear. Sure enough, she could hear other voices grumbling and rising footsteps heading her way. Terrified, she took off down the opposite direction, rushing as fast as she could away from the other Junkers. Not long after she had turned a few corners, she heard another bellow of “FIND HIM!” shriek after her.

Frantic, the woman tried to weave her way into other halls, trying to throw off her path as she felt her heart punching against her chest. Ducking away from sight, she could hear the Junkers scrambling in rooms adjacent to her, or even above her as she looked for any sort of exit or hiding spot.  When she couldn't find any exiting light, she instead found herself in the room where experiments were usually contracted on subjects, be it soil or human. Closing the door behind her, Mei peered carefully out of the door window as she strained to hear any footsteps. Hearing them instead descend, she breathed a sigh of relief – which choked in her throat as she turned around.

She wasn't alone.

The man was utterly huge, even by giant standards. Standing over seven feet tall, it was hard to tell he was even human at first, with his terrifying gas mask in the shape of a pig's visage. However, Mei could still see his white hair tied back into a short tail, and his massive body did not have much clothing on his torso. Powerful biceps as thick as her thighs bulged outward as his even more robust belly was on full display, complete with a colorful hog tattoo using his bellybutton as a nose. Baggy pants, a heavy license-plate belt emblazoned with “ROADR8GE” and spiked boots completed the man's colossal appearance – and there was no doubt he was a Junker.

Mei could feel a scream trying to leave her body, but it was being repressed by that previous chokehold from her breath. The man had not called for help yet, but his breathing was still audibly pushing out of the filters of his mask. He knew she was there, those cold lenses were gazing directly at her silently. He stood there for several seconds wordlessly, hardly moving beyond his breathing until he finally began to raise one of his mighty hands. The climatologist was frozen in place, too afraid to move from her fate as his fist raised-

“Roadhog.”

The deep rasp hissed through the room as the Junker pointed to his tummy's tattoo, where the words “WILD HOG POWER” sat proudly upon his flesh. When the woman didn't respond, the man cocked his head slightly sideways, then pointed at her without a word. It was only after a few seconds that she finally found her voice again.

“Er... Mei?”

A simple grunt answered, and the man calling himself “Roadhog” nodded curtly. With more confidence, Mei carefully approached the colossal brute, palms upward as she sheathed her blaster. Obviously, he didn't want to hurt her, so did that mean he wanted to help? Whatever the case, she couldn't help but feel her thoughts wandering as she carefully walked towards this Roadhog with friendlier intentions. How did a human get to this size...

“Roadhog, was it...? You're pretty big.” She murmured quietly, almost to herself. As her fingers gently pressed against the man's immense tummy, he exhaled in a rasp, a noise that was harsh, but no doubt pleased as the woman's fingers traveled over his belly. Enthused, she kept running her fingers over him, offering the man a small smile as he gazed back at her silently. He wasn't much for words, which meant her thoughts kept traveling about. The only people she knew to have gotten to his size were purposefully enhanced – people like Wilhelm Reinhardt. Yet, this man was a Junker! There was no doubt he had such incredible strength, and yet he was wandering the wastes! How could he had gotten... so... what...?

Her eyes traveled down, and she realized that all of him was indeed enormous. At his baggy pants, a great bulge was curving out the crotch of his jeans, something that she could tell by just sight alone wasn't even trying to strain the fabric. But it wasn't the length that caught her eye, as gigantic as that already was – it was the sheer thickness! Was that just an illusion?

Tentatively, she reached for his bulge, little fingers outstretched as she tried to look reassuringly towards Roadhog. He merely kept quiet as he gazed back to Mei, almost expectantly as she slowly reached down – until her fingers brushed against him. Suddenly, one of his hands, big enough to encompass her shoulder easily, reached up to grab at her as he suddenly swung her around, turning his back to the door. With a gasp, the climatologist once more expected her fate, only to instead see the man fumbling with the front of his pants with his free hand. With growing eagerness, she patiently waited, feeling herself dance on the balls of her feet as he undid the license buckle, zipped down and. Oh my god.

It wasn't some mere trick. Even while flaccid, he was thicker than a baseball bat, which matched the rest of his massive body. He was especially thick in the middle of his colossal prick, which made his dickhead appear smaller with that extra girth. Along with those ten inches of length and balls as big as overripe grapefruits, his cock definitely was a sight to behold. Feeling her excitement well up, Mei undid her gloves so that she could actually touch him, her fingers sliding along his hot girth happily. She could feel a thick cumvein along the side react to her touch, and she could see just how plush his engorged balls were. Though she couldn't wrap her full hand around it, it still didn't stop the woman from stroking Roadhog's shaft, feeling his monstrous body tense up from the such. With a short giggle, she looked up to him, then gently kissed the top of the pig-tattoo's head on his belly, showing she meant him no harm.

It seemed to be the “on” switch for the Junker. His free hand fumbled to try and rip Mei's parka from her form, something she responded to by releasing him only for a second to snap the restraints free. Her curvacious body was revealed, complete with humongous breasts each bigger than a watermelon being held back by her bra – which was undone just as well to let them flop freely. That small layer of fat gliding along her tummy only added to her appeal, and though she was nervous about it, she could feel Roadhog's own excitement growing in her hand steadily. Was he getting even thicker? It was causing the woman to rub up against the tall Junker as she grinded his little cockhead against one of her pink nipples, brushing it along either of her pillowy tits. Her thighs began to hug together as well as one of Roadhog's hands reached to fiercely fondle one of her enormous boobs, feeling his calloused and strong fingers squeezing into her soft body. With a soft groan, she wriggled in delight against him as her hand kept jerking off his shaft, which was getting harder for both it, as well as for herself as it grew thicker. When she realized it was full-mast, even both of her hands wouldn't fully fit around it – now the man was thicker than a two-liter cola bottle, and was over a foot and a half long. He definitely was a grower!

“G-god, you're huge!” she gasped, feeling a bright pink blush tear across her cheeks. Anxiously, she kept feeling up Roadhog, but he had his own plans. The hand on her shoulder suddenly reached down to awkwardly rub against her sensitive thighs, trying to both feel her up and undo her pants at the same time. With a mewl of pleasure, she grinded against his fingers and tried to simultaneously wiggle her way just enough to reveal herself. It wasn't easy, especially with the Junker only getting more and more wild with his ministrations, but eventually her little blue panties came on display, hugging to her hips tightly. Gasping, she was ready to hook them down, but Roadhog was already doing that for her, his index finger thicker than two of her own. Yanking her panties down, her little pussy was shown off, a little bush of dark hair sitting just above her pert clit as his thick finger mashed against it. Mei cried out in a moan, but she was unable to react more as he suddenly swiveled her around, bending her over against the wall as she felt something thick press against her wet cunt, something even hotter than his finger was. She could feel his thick pre mixing in with the sweet juices of her pussy, and the woman rubbed desperately against him.

“Please...” she murmured gently, rolling her hips against him as she turned around to look at Roadhog. Silently, one of his meaty hands anchored onto her wide hips as his other rested against one of Mei's outstretched ones. She tensed up as she felt Roadhog press into her, slowly at first as his little cockhead began to stretch out her cunny – then with greater force as the real meat of his dick began to enter!

What would've been a loud moan was caught in her throat again, Mei instead gasping in overwhelmed delight from just how monstrously thick the Junker was. She wanted to keep watching him shove more into her, wanted to see his hips crashing against her thick rear – but she was already turning her gaze forward just to focus on the penetration! Biting her lower lip, she gripped as hard as she could into the wall as her eyes rolled back in delight. Every time she thought he was done stretching her out, he was pushing more fat inches into her! Along with how he was rolling his hips with steady, strong thrusts, the Junker definitely knew what he was doing!

Another quiet mewl left the woman as her cheek pressed against the wall, and she could feel another hot mass pressing against her rear – Roadhog's belly. The fact she could feel that meant that his hips were not much further away as his humping got stronger, showing off the Junker's immense power. Cooing in pleasure, she felt herself already tightening up fiercely around the man as she soaked her thighs, cumming once by just simple penetration as his sheer girth rubbed against her most sensitive spot without having to aim for it. His fingers tightened around her wide hips as he plowed away, both wrenching her back as he slammed into Mei, short grunts and raspy breaths echoing from the Junker in glee as he hammered away. She could feel that cumvein along the side of his prick beating stronger than a drum, along with how his balls were now spanking against her wet thighs with loud, lewd slaps. For a big man, he wasn't tiring at all, simply rocking his hips into the curvy climatologist ruthlessly. Her eyes closed, reveling in just how amazing this new lover of hers was pounding into her-

“OI!”

Mei's eyes snapped open as someone else called into the room, and Roadhog's hips were still plowing away. Gritting her teeth hard, she tried to keep herself silent as she pressed her cheek harder into the wall, knocking her glasses askew.

“What?” Roadhog snorted, continuing his fuck as though nobody else had entered.

“Did you – OI! ARE YOU BEATIN' OFF, HOG?!”

“Yes.”

As the other voice, probably belonging to another Junker, gagged and cursed furiously, Mei finally was able to will herself to turn her head slightly as she mewled and whimpered under her breath. Yet, her sight was unable to catch the door – only all of Roadhog's vast body as he kept ramming into her pussy endlessly, mask staring back at the woman.

He was covering her up with his body.

“Somethin's gotten Nitro, and you're wankin' it?” The voice hissed derisively, tones of disgust warbling about. “C'MON, WE GOT SHIT TO DO!”

“Later,” Roadhog grunted, a slight pant in his voice indicating just how close he was. Mei could feel it too, especially with how that cumvein was throbbing inside of her. His balls were still slapping against her thick thighs, but from the outside, it probably did indeed look as though he was viciously masturbating.

“BUT SHE'LL GET AWAY-”

“Later,” the Junker slamming into the woman growled so gruffly that even Mei felt herself shiver a bit. It was quiet besides Roadhog still ramming into the woman, along with her mewling gasps doing their best to escape her lips. Yet, she wasn't sure if the other Junker had left or not yet as she suddenly felt Roadhog shove at his deepest within her, tummy fully pressing her into the wall as his hips smacked against her fat booty, and she felt him erupt within her.

The Junker's climax sent Mei overboard as well, and she was unable to hold back a delighted cry as she felt the first spurt of his thick, hot cum flood into her. It took an entire two and a half seconds to fully dump just that rope of jizz inside of her, drenching her intimate insides vigorously. Yet, even after that immense stream of spunk, Roadhog quickly followed it up with another – then another – then two more. He kept pumping into her, his heavy balls blocking off most of it from escaping as the Junker kept soaking her with his ball cream. The woman's eyes rolled back as she felt her tummy begin to paunch out even more, expanding slightly to make room for all of that warm spooge erupting within her. By the time he was finally done after a solid minute, her tummy was curving outward even moreso, and some of that tar-thick, white seed was leaking down her thighs as well. She could feel how hard he was still as he pulled out, and her hand instinctively went to her sore pussy to try and keep in the indefinite waterfall that would be trying to escape from her as a result, some of it still trying to leak from her fingers.

“With me,” Roadhog grunted, suddenly scooping up Mei and trying to kick up her discarded clothing as he made for the exit to the room. She fit well in his arms, though Mei still looked a bit worried as she clung to the Junker, still riding out the last few waves of her sweltering orgasm.

“Where are we going...?” She asked in partial confusion, a nagging thought in the back of her head warning that he might be taking her to the other Junkers.

“Safe,” was all that Roadhog stated, nodding to her as he pecked one of the filters of his gas mask against her cheek, as though to give her an affectionate motion. It was apparently so, for nobody called out to him, and soon the two were outside of the Eco-Watchpoint.

Drowsiness was starting to really affect Mei as she reveled in her full tummy, packed so properly with the Junker's cum. She wasn't sure how much he had let out, but it was easily just as massive as the rest of him. She had to just find out how much that was.

Maybe he wouldn't mind another round or three later...

[aaliyaeger]

The Other Leonhardt

More on the medieval AU. I don’t have as good of a feeling about this as I do the other version, but. Here it is, I’m posting it, there’s still smut, and it’s. Pregnancy smut, so uh. If that ain’t your thing, don’t read it. Now includes Sassmaster Endborne.

“Do not forget, Princess D'anthius, that the signs of your pregnancy have become evermore apparent – and therefore, we cannot have you acting so strenuously.”

“Magister Endborne, I was-”

“Royal Magister Endborne, mind you, Princess D'anthius.”

“I – yes, Royal Magister Endborne – I was only taking my daily stroll through the garden! My child will not be harmed by me simply walking.”

“Alas, if only it were merely walking,” the man standing across from Zalaena sighed explosively, pinching his thin brow as he leaned heavily on his cane. Despite still looking to be in his early thirties, the gangly man spoke with a stuffy tone, and would have been standing an inch smaller than the princess at full height – and the way he was stooping over on his cane only made him look even more little. Yet, even with that, that cold, calculating look that his unnerving golden eyes were giving made him appear as though he was all the more imposing than the Princess of the kingdom. Granted, he was the Royal Magister for good reason – but such language to her had it came from anyone else would have gotten them beheaded.

Zalaena simply quirked an eyebrow. “Pardon me, Magi – Royal Magister?”

“At exactly eleven-fifty-two this morning, you stooped down to pick up one of the Royal Rat Routers. Bending over can potentially hurt the fetus, and we need not have the possibility of a curved spine-”

“Wh – do you mean Jasper? He's a cat!”

“A feline who exceeds twenty pounds at only a year and a half of age,” the man called Endborne growled icily, shaking his head and stroking his dark goatee.

“You mean a big fluffy chubby wubby.”

“Please.... please don't use such terms around me again. I beg you.”

“Fiiiiiiine~” Zalaena sighed, shaking her head and looking at the smaller Royal Magister with all of the serious nature she could muster, even though the corners of her mouth were trying to lift up from the horrified look on his thin face. “Is there anything else, Royal Magister?”

“Sir Erington expresses his delight at having a child so early,” Endborne flatly replied, though he looked revolted to say such words. “He wishes for you two to be taken along the Crown Road to appease the peasantry.”

The woman had to bite back a groan that would have perfectly mimicked the Royal Magister's own disgust. It had been months since she had been wed to her husband Badrick Erington, but there truly was no love to be had. Sure, he was handsome, and he wasn't necessarily cruel, but the wedding was solely professional, and Zalaena knew it. This was just another example of him acting this way. Even after half a year, he rarely acted casual or close to the princess, seeing her only in the nights, or when the two needed to be together. Such an act might have been considered warm at first thought, but the princess knew it was solely to show off his potential heir, as well as the trophy princess he had married. If it wasn't for their honeymoon night, it certainly would have been of concern about how quickly the princess' once tight tummy was beginning to round outward so heavily...

“Is this truly something that needs to be done?” Zalaena tried hopefully to sneak her way out of such an errand. “The commonfolk already know that I am blessed with a child-”

“Which is exactly why Sir Erington believes it is paramount that images be kept. Any sight of their princess, especially one clad with the spawn – forgive me, heir – to the throne -”

*creak*

Endborne paused at the noise, and he looked about warily. His serious eyebrows raised as he shoved his spectacles further up the bridge of his nose.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” Zalaena asked innocently, holding her hands behind her back and smiling a bit too widely. “Is everything okay, Royal Magister?”

“Hrmph. I do hope that you don't have another of the Routers in here,” the skinny man murmured darkly, unsteadily moving forward to look around. “Their job is to rid these walls of mice, not-”

“NO!”

The princess' sudden outburst was quickly met by another quizzical eyebrow arch from Endborne. “Come now, Princess D'anthius – we have no reason for twelve cats if they laze about your room all the time.”

“Please Royal Magister,” she pleaded, halting him from going any further. “Leonhardt's my favorite – he helps me sleep at night when Sir Erington is away! Please...”

Her wide, green eyes, seeming to water with worry, managed to halt even the stiff professor. With an eyeroll, he turned around and hobbled away. “Childish, but alas. It's not as though I can deny the command of the Princess. Do make sure – ah – Leonhardt is settled to his duties the following morning, yes?”

“Of course, Royal Magister... good evening, Royal Magister.”

“And to you, Princess D'anthius,” Endborne sighed, shaking his head and murmuring to himself as he closed the heavy door behind him. With a long exhale, Zalaena felt her entire body relax, one of her hands resting on her gravid tummy.

*creEE – FWUMP*

Not more than a second after the Royal Magister's departure, her bed was dramatically upset by something far heavier than a cat falling from the rafters above, now on full display without the curtains covering it up. The person falling was still in full armored attire, and with how hard that he had hit the bed, it was a miracle he did not make any louder noise. Zalaena cried out in surprise, then rushed to the side of the mattress.

“Haar! Are you okay?”

A muffled response grunted into her pillow from the knight, the huge man not bother to turn over to properly respond to the princess. She simply giggled to his response, and pushed on one of his pauldrons to try and turn him over. With another groan of exertion, the man titled the Burning Bulwark moved onto his side to look at Zalaena tiredly.

“So damn long-winded,” he growled, one of his hands reaching up to stroke along the woman's soft cheek as she took a seat next to him.

“I'm sorry – if I try to rush him, he gets too suspicious,” Zalaena replied worriedly, her own nimble fingers stroking through the centurion's blond locks.

“Only thing he should be suspicious of is why the prince doesn't let his own damn wife sleep in the royal quarters,” Haarithur snorted, looking disgruntled. “You've slept in this room how long now?”

“He claims that his last wife once stole all of his silver once upon letting him sleep in the room he had when he was away,” the princess sighed, shaking her head. “I guess I wouldn't trust many either.”

The knight exhaled in exhaustion once again, only for his hand to slowly dip down from Zalaena's face to her stomach. She was quite pregnant now, her once flat tummy now weighing her down. Yet, maternity had only made the woman all the more beautiful, and her features had gotten more filled and healthier, be it from her brighter eyes, fuller cheeks or even her own curvature. Indeed, her vivacious body was even more voluptuous than ever before, and she was still getting used to her changing body.

“Any ideas for a name yet?” He murmured curiously, gently running his fingers along the roundness of Zalaena's tummy.

“Erington was thinking Liza for a girl, and Lars for a boy,” she softly responded, squirming a bit as her child suddenly kicked out at Haarithur's touch. No matter what, there was always a response whenever the knight ran his hand along her stomach. Perhaps it was his gentle touch, or maybe it was because of who Haarithur actually was, but he always got her child to react – and Badrick could not.

“What about you?”

It took Zalaena a moment to realize her beloved was asking her a question. “What?”

“What about you?” Haarithur repeated, looking up at her as he flinched at another kick from the child. “Think of a name?”

“I. I never had the chance to...” the princess replied flatly, looking down to her gravid tummy. “Erington was very set on those two names, I couldn't get a word in between them.”

“You should,” the knight grunted darkly, looking very annoyed at that point. “Got anything?”

“Well... I've always liked names that start with A,” Zalaena responded fondly, nudging Haarithur over so that she could lay down next to him. “But D names always sound so rugged too.”

“Not the H ones, hm?”

“Those are for bigheaded buffoons who work the forges all day,” she teased to Haarithur's statement, ruffling his hair in delight. He grumbled, but still chuckled as he rested next to her. “What've you got in mind”

“Oh, you know. Dylan. Darius. Demeter. Dawn-”

She suddenly reached down with amazing agility for a woman so far into her pregnancy, snatching at the man's codpiece with a fervent grin.

“-Dick.”

“Dunno 'bout that,” Haarithur grunted sarcastically, though his own crooked grin perfectly matched his lover's.  “Might make his life too hard.”

“We could call him Richard too,” Zalaena joked, resting her forehead against his own as his strong hands moved to fumble with the inside of her thighs, her breathing coming out hot and quick as her fingers toyed with the buckles along his pants. “Everyone knows not to just whip out Dick.”

Their teasing was heated and heavy, but their movements were very smooth. The princess had become an expert at unfastening armor – but only if it was Haarithur's. The buckles and latches simply were so familiar, so pleasant, for her to run her fingers over – nearly as much as it was to run her nails over his strong, hairy chest. They were in close embrace, though the knight moved back so that he could properly undress Zalaena's pregnant form. They knew to be so much more cautious now, to the point of which it took several seconds for the centurion to fully peel off her gown, even though she had been stroking his fat, rigid pillar of a cock for quite a while.

“Am I still beautiful?” She suddenly spoke up, halting her movements as she looked at Haarithur worriedly. Her tummy, when it wasn't concealed by brilliant royal garments, looked even more rounded, the realization that she had a child all the more obvious when her body was on total display. It worried her endlessly.

Yet, the knight's response was immediate. “Beauty exists in one spot, and flows outward like a spring, Zal. It starts here – sorry, here,” he at first reached for her chest, groped one of her heavy, sensitive breasts, then rested his calloused palm flat against where her heart sat. “Bigger hearts have sweeter beauty – and you make honey look like sludge”

It was such a sage tone, and it was a saying that Haarithur had told the woman before, but it had not last any of its wonder behind it. Looking over her shoulder to gently kiss the knight, Zalaena's movements were lustful, but not frenzied. Her moans fought against his own as she eased him back onto the bed, her wet pussy grinding against his stout, foot-long dick. Erington might not have shared her bed for awhile – and had actually bedded her in even longer – but Haarithur had not stopped just because she was pregnant. When sex become too exhausting or too uncomfortable for their usual positions, the knight found more relaxing positions for her, or simply spent the night next to his beloved, their hands intertwined affectionately on top of her glowing tummy. This time was no different: one of her hands was entangling their fingers with one another while the princess used her other hand to steady herself on the bed. Haarithur was left to position himself against her tender, waiting depths, her cunt warmly hugging around his domed cockhead before Zalaena slowly lowered herself, rolling her hips carefully to make sure his monstrous prick fit into her without issue.

It was a snug fit – as it always was – but it was a tightness that the princess loved. Her panting soon grew heavy, and her fingers tightened around Haarithur's hand. Even though his tough hand was far larger than her dainty one, the way her nails were digging into him was proof of who was leading whom. When she felt herself fully sitting on his lap, all twelve inches of her lover speared into her, the knight made a motion to grip under one of her thighs, helping ease her up so that she did not have to do all of the work. Yet, neither of them were moving very quickly, they were both breathing and gasping as though they were fucking up a storm. With the hulking centurion sitting up, they soon rested their foreheads against each other, his large, scarred nose kissing against Zalaena's smaller, freckled one as their slow, passionate romp steadily made the tower room more heated.

It was not so much a fuck so much as the two were practically “dancing.” Zalaena was leading her taller lover carefully, while Haarithur made sure that his beloved was comfortable in his position. Gasps and pleas of “oh God!” were constant, their breathy moans twixt with one another. She could feel her inner muscles stroking and squeezing around every fat inch of her lover's immense prick, from every pulse to how she could feel his pre warming her even more-so. They had only just begun, and yet she could already feel Haarithur's own lustful need growing, as well as her own pit of lust boiling to a danger point. Yet, neither of them called out in warning: instead, Zalaena simply broke away from their loving embrace to look at her lover in the eyes.

“I love you. Forever and always.”

“And I love you,” the knight boomed proudly, leaning in to peck her on the lips before smiling against them. “Forever and always.”

Their lips came together again, kissing in deep passion as their hands tightened around each other, Zalaena's nails digging deep enough into his hand to draw a bit of blood-

And they ended their dance with their brilliant climax.

That familiar feeling of Haarithur once more fully unloading into her brought Zalaena to the edge, and she gasped aloud, eyes nearly rolling back as that thick, hot spunk drenched her insides like cocoa. Her own core exploded with far more violence than their sweet romp had been, and her toes curled into the bedsheets. She desperately tried to hang on, finding refuge with her lover's lips as he growled and gasped with his own orgasm. It took nearly half a minute for both of them to finish, and Zalaena could feel her thighs dripping with just how much excess jizz had drooled out from her pussy – even with Haarithur still so deep within her, he had flooded her so full that there was nowhere else to go. They simply sat in their combined silent reveries, reveling in the aftersex that each had pulled the other into. In fact, even when Zalaena sought to move off of Haarithur, he refused to leave her sensitive pussy, still hilted within her as she laid down next to him, his strong arms hugging around her protectively. The warm room was left with only their calming breaths, until finally, Haarithur spoke up.

“Dick, huh?”

“You know that was just a tease to get you started,” Zalaena suddenly laughed tiredly, shaking her head as she cuddled back closing to her beloved knight. “I'd never call my child that.”

“Oh. Right,” Haarithur grunted, though he simply chuckled as well and nuzzled his long beard against the princess, tickling her with his wiry facial hair. “Good idea.”

“We've got all night to decide~” Zalaena cooed, relaxing pleasantly against him. Though sleep was forcibly growing on her eyelids, she refused to let it overtook her until her last statement got out:

“Mother and father should both have a say, after all.”

#Jaegerwrites

[aaliyaeger]

Day and Knight

So Pepto was in the mood for medieval stuff, and I was like “HELL GODDAMN YEAH MEDIEVAL SHIT IS COOL,” and then we came up with a medieval AU and I was like “DAMN I GOTTA WRITE THIS.” So I did. And it’s porn and I’m really not that sorry, even though I really should be.

So here’s. Porn, I guess. Knights and princesses. FORBIDDEN LOOOOOOOOOVE.

What an awful night this was...

Zalaena sighed in exasperation as she looked up from her tower window, hundreds of winking multicolored stars shimmering back merrily to her sad disposition, as though trying to cheer her up. Unfortunately, not even the calm of the night could change her upset spirits, no matter how hard the brilliant silver of the moon or the shroud of stars tried. It was late, deep enough into the evening that the jubilant singing and drunken fighting had long since dissipated with the growing night. Yet, the woman could not rest, nor did she want to. It didn't matter that she had horse-riding lessons that following morning, or that the Duke of Arinand was arriving not long after: she was to be wed by the next week, the suitor already picked out for her.

Surely, as a Princess, she was to marry her beloved, but alas. Such was not her fate.

Another explosive exhale left the woman as she tossed her mane of brown hair over her shoulders. Her beauty was infallible even with her forlorn expression, bright green eyes almost seeming to glow with youthful energy. Freckles dotted her cheeks and small nose, the result of her love for being outside so often. Her vivid yellow gown, her afternoon attire, hugged to her curvaceous form pleasantly, despite it being so many hours after it needed to be discarded in trade for her nightclothes. She couldn't find it within herself to even be ready for the night – that meant just one more day closer to the wedding. It still hung in her mind like a torrent of smoke, unable to be cleared no matter how much she tried to fan it away – the inevitable was coming.

Luckily, a rapping at her door broke her somber reverie – at least partially. Slowly, Zalaena got to her feet, shifting her way to the entrance with a quiet “Coming!” before she made her way over. As she leaned against the thick wood of the door, she made an inquiry to answer the knocking: “Who is it?”

A boom of a murmur grunted back easily: “The help.”

For a woman whose curvy form had no need for muscle, Zalaena wrenched the door open with strength far more fitting for a giant. She could not believe that voice, and yet looking up at the towering armored man standing on the other side of it, there was no doubt about it. With the same immeasurable strength, she snatched at his blackened breastplate, and yanked the taller person into her room with amazing power, the door soon closing behind the two. Not long after, she was practically diving up onto the arriving man, pelting his bearded face with kisses as he fell back onto her bed.

“Haar!”

“Zal...” he managed to grunt in between her swarm of smooches, both of his protected hands moving up to hug the princess to his armored form. There was no doubt this man called Haar was a champion knight, especially with the intricate detail in his armor. Though the iron had become blackened by some searing force, the level of perfection pounded into the pauldrons alone was true expert craftsmanship. Yet, even more amazing was the body of the man who bore such armor, standing a foot taller than the woman, and twice as big in sheer musculature. His face, rugged and scarred, was a sign that this man was beaten by battle, but never broken. Along with stoic green eyes and his wild blond hair smoothed back in some attempt to make it more presentable, there was no doubt who the knight was:

Haarithur Yed'elryn: The Burning Bulwark.

“You're back early!” Zalaena squealed, pausing just long enough from her storm of kisses to look at Haarithur, cupping his bearded face in her hands. “Wait – are you okay? Is everyone-”

“Typical Garudian marauders,” the knight snorted, smirking crookedly at the woman who was practically glued to him, even though his own warm embrace was tight enough to keep her there. “Running at the first sign of a real fight.”

His confidence sealed the tone, and the princess once more peppered his face with more kisses. He simply laughed and did his best to weather out the barrage of affection, his own hug never letting up until Zalaena finally stopped, her cheeks pink with delight.

“I didn't think you'd be back until next week,” she breathed gently, resting her forehead against his own. “I thought that-”

She paused, and the realization of “next week” hit her. Immediately, she quieted and collapsed wearily against Haarithur, as though the entire weight of his armor had instead transferred to her. With an inquisitive eyebrow quirked, he patted her back affectionately.

“You know I wouldn't go down that easy.”

“No, I know, it's-” Zalaena froze mid-sentence, then looked at the centurion sadly, her hands taking their comfortable position on his cheeks. “Next week, I'm – I'm to be wed to Sir Erington.”

It was quiet, deathly so, before Haarithur killed the silence with his own brutish sigh, looking back at Zalaena. “You are a princess, he is a prince-”

“That shouldn't matter!” the woman hissed in frustration, resting her forehead against the warrior's own. “I don't want to be his wife – I want to be yours.”

“I'm a Knight, Zal,” Haarithur grunted darkly, though he still gazed at the woman with all of the affection that he could muster. “Princesses don't marry God-forsaken Knights: they marry princes.”

“That shouldn't matter,” Zalaena repeated fervently, looking all the more sad even in her infinite sorrow as she clung to Haarithur. “I will never be his. I want to be with you.”

With that, she moved in to kiss her beloved on the lips, a fierce, passionate movement that the knight had no counter towards. He simply chose to go along with it happily, his own eyes closing as she squirmed in joy under his strong, protective grasp. He couldn't fight her like this, nor did he want to – he knew that she was right, and that he was right about loving her. No rules could deny that, whether they be from royalty that was centuries old, or even a thousand years standing. What mattered was their love, as unbreakable as Haarithur, and as sweet as Zalaena.

It came as no surprise that the princess was clumsily fumbling at the notches on his breastplate, just as he was stumbling on the straps on her dress. No amount of ritual marriage or traditional desire could stop the two – they were doing what they wanted to, and in the dead of the quiet night, who could possibly stop them? Though Zalaena had to struggle with the straps of his heavy armor, Haarithur had no trouble easing the woman out of her elegant dress, though he still helped her find his way out of his own protective suit. The man was scarred by battle, his broad chest bearing several wicked scars, as well as a field of blond chest hair upon his powerful torso. Along with muscles that could rival a bear's, there was no doubt that Haarithur was every ounce the mighty knight that deserved his proud title. But not even that gratified name could compare to his monstrous prick, already as rigid as iron, that stood tall at twelve inches, unfaltering for his dear love. Just the sheer sight of her was enough to get him to full mast, a feat that no other woman, no matter how lustful or sensual, could do to him.

“Zal...” he growled needfully, freeing her massive breasts from the confines of her tight dress before his lips moved to suck on her erect nipples. With a coo, one of Zalaena's hands danced through his mess of hair, pushing him deeper into her bountiful chest as the other stroked him almost desperately, knowing just how needy the both of them were to touch each other. It had only been a week, but it might as well have been seven years with how urgent their excited motions were. By the time that Haarithur had gotten her gown fully off of her voluptuous body, she was already grinding her wet pussy against the fat crown of his bulbous cockhead, her excitement quickly making itself known against his own.

“Please...” she nearly moaned, lips quivering as the centurion kept suckling and licking at her sensitive pink nipple. She was desperate in her rubbing, her hips rotating teasingly against the fat tip of her lover's dick. It did not take more than a second before Haarithur kept true to his loyal nature, listening to Zalaena's unspoken command as one of his hands gripped onto her wide hips, the other pulling her in for a deep liplock as he pushed her down onto his colossal prick.

She gasped aloud, her mouth opening wider with every thick inch shoved into her, but she was used to such penetration – this wasn't her first round with the knight, after all. He was big, but she could handle her lover. Zalaena simply rolled her hips, riding the bulky centurion in delight as one hand anchored itself to his hips, and the other dug into his tough chest. When she found herself fully sitting on Haarithur's lap, the princess began to bounce herself on her “prince's” monstrous dick, nails digging into his strong pectorals with every needy pump onto him. The knight was definitely not passive as well – his own hips were slamming in tandem with his lover's, getting the maximum effect from both of them as they fucked each other with the same desperate desire, and the same overwhelming affection. Neither of them were quiet in their delighted moans, their happy grunts, their calls for each other – what mattered was that they were together again.

Yet, they did not stay in that position long before Haarithur stood up, easily hefting Zalaena into his strong arms while she kept bouncing vigorously on his girth, arms tied around his shoulders joyfully. Their lips were fiercely tying with another, kissing so fiercely that one would think any space between the two was poisonous to both. It was a dramatically lustful position, and yet one that was also filled with so much pure love, especially in how emphatic and pleased their moans and groans were. They were together in close embrace, the furthest they were getting away from each other being perhaps a foot or so as the princess slammed herself onto her lover's immense fuckrod. There was no separating the two, refusing to let even the pleasure of sex stop their innocent, whole embrace while they kissed.

Still, it was obvious that they could not hold out for long. Even though Haarithur had been hammering away at Zalaena for only five or so minutes nonstop, she could feel how close he was, as well as herself – were they truly so needy for each other's touch? Whatever it was, she knew that neither would last much longer in this delighted embrace. But she didn't want it to end, even as the knight moved back to the bed, towering over top of the princess as he pounded into her, her hefty tits flopping with every mighty slam into her. It was only a matter of time, and the warrior knew that.

“Zal...” he warned her, his single-word warning once more ringing across her eyes as he began to pull out. However, where she would normally let him fully, yet somberly, from her pussy so that he could give her incredible chest the same heartfelt measure, she instead tightened her legs around his waist, refusing to let him leave her intimate depths.

“No,” she firmly stated, looking up at Haarithur flatly. However, she quickly became much more demure as her arms came up to wrap around the back of his neck while he kept thrusting into her, apparently not at all deterred by her actions. “Please...?”

“If my dearest wants...” the knight growled, though a hint of loving lust blazed in his green eyes. He knew the result of the actions he was about to do, and yet he refused to stop. This was his lover in question – how could he possibly say no to her? As a result, his hips were fully ramming into his princess, his fat cock a near-blur as he kept hammering away, unphased by what he knew would easily get him executed. It was only a matter of time, Zalaena's moans cooing louder and more desperately in his ear, calling his his own name more constantly along with his own pleas to her, the sound of their sex doubling-

-until he finally thrusted one last time.

As he entered balls-deep within her, the last slap! of his plush balls tackling against her plump butt, a jet of hot, thick cum quickly blasted within the princess. She gasped, then giggled as the first-time feeling of herself being filled drove her mind awash with euphoria, her elegant fingernails digging into the knight's powerful back as he kept unloading rope after rope of pearly white spunk into her. Not long after, her lips found Haarithur's again, and Zalaena kept moaning against them, reveling in the heavenly feeling of her womb being so warm, so full of jizz. In fact, it took over a minute until her beloved finally pulled free from her depths, and a spout of cream flowed freely from her beaten cunt, a testament to how much the knight had actually flooded her with. Tiredly, the two fell onto the princess' royal bed, Zalaena clinging to her centurion happily as she kept drooling his cum onto the sheets.

“I. I missed you...” the princess eventually managed to sigh after a long barrage of gasping, nuzzling against her lover's neck.

“Love you too,” Haarithur snorted, grinning crookedly as he closed his eyes relaxing in the close embrace of his beloved.

It was quiet for a bit. Perhaps it was the realization of what Haarithur had done, or perhaps it was just the sheer aftersex of the energetic romp. Whatever it was, it took several minutes for either to speak up, and even when Zalaena did, it was as breathlessly as before.

“Are you... okay with-”

“I'm with my Zal,” the hulking knight grunted pleasantly, hugging her to him affectionately. “Happy no matter what.”

The princess smiled to herself, relaxing in the comfortable embrace. Yet, another thought suddenly made itself known as she ripped herself from her dreams, looking at Haarithur worriedly.

“Wait – can you be here? If they find you here-”

“I'll be gone before they wake you,” Haarithur murmured simply, leaning down to kiss his lover on the forehead. “If I'm gonna be with two, gotta be used to waking up another first.”

That wouldn't have been enough for most others, but that didn't matter at that point. Zalaena was pleased with the answer, cuddling up next to her dearest as his cum kept drooling from her sore pussy. Sleep had long since evaded her before – but in her lover's embrace, not even a minute had passed before she had began to snooze, with only a single thought echoing across her mind before sleep overtook her:

What an amazing night this was...

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