Syl in WoW

Author: OK when I set this up I forgot you couldn't add codes to each chapter. This one deals a bit with bestiality, hopefully it won't mess up your enjoyment :)

When I met up with Z in the Orc camp in Stranglethorn I found her talking to a Troll Huntress with a large cat and overheard her saying she was looking for a good time. This would be the same day in which she would shock me by saying she was organizing an orgy and wanted to invite me. I don't know yet how I feel about that especially how things have changed, but one sign of how I changed came when I had some time here in Hillsbrand.

I stole myself some time and went up on the wall at the border looking over the Foothills and the Highlands. There, after ensuring that no one would be around to hear me I went to a spot on the wall where I could be protected from the elements.

Looking over both sides of the wall one more time I leaned against the wall and unfastened my belt letting it drop to the floor. I thought of Z and her wonderful body, her tongue and...her knife. I wanted that. I don't understand yet why but I wanted it bad. Looking at the hilts of my own daggers I couldn't imagine them being able to pull off the effect hers did, not without causing some embarrassing injuries.

I sighed and slid my hand down my pants. This was old to me, but it was all I had for now. My mind drifted for some reason to seeing Z and the Huntress. I pictured them walking out of the camp and finding themselves at the same spot we had been. Z sitting between the Huntress and her cat.

Z and the Huntress would talk for a while with Z petting the cat next to her. When there came a long silence Z would turn and tease the Huntress..."You have quite a nice pussy here" and she would turn to the cat stroking it. The Huntress would be taken back until she saw what Z meant and would then chuckle reaching around and undoing Z's belt.

Z for her part would look back and grin as the Huntress then slid her pants down to her knees seeing her bare behind. Not able to see the Huntress would slide a thick troll digit between Z's legs making Z gasp and rest her head on the cat's fur. The shift would allow the Huntress to get a good view between Z's legs and would lead to even more fun. "You have quite a pretty pussy yourself hon, how does it respond to petting I wonder?"

The Huntress would then start running her fingers along Z's lips which would be starting to glisten with moisture. Z would groan and try to shift allowing the Huntress to slide her pants completely off.

This is where I realized my finger had cricked and was starting to affect me. My breath has started to become jagged and it was starting to get hard to stay standing. Still I shook it off and returned to my fantasy.

The Huntress had Z on her knees facing the cat yet who was content to lie and purr as Z continued to pet it. Z gasped in surprise as the Huntress then slide a thick digit between her legs and into that delicious moistness. Z would squirm and bite her lip hard though the moan would still be heard. She starts to push back and looks back grinning at the Huntress. "You do have another hand..." she winks.

The Huntress grins and slides a thing finger into her mouth moaning playfully before pushing the digit against the unfilled hole making Z squeak loudly.

I also squeaked as I found my finger had followed the Huntress' lead. A sole digit has slid down the back of my pants and traveled down the crack of my rear before poking inside me. I found that I had my support gone and sank to my knees. Uncaring I slid my jeans down and my panties soon followed. Then I braced myself and my fingers went back to their respective holes as my mind drifted back to my two puppets.

Though my mind had apparently gone on without me as Z was currently repaying the Huntress by pushing her tongue into the blue ladies pussy, lapping at her lips and a finger buried into the tight pucker. The Huntress was gripping the grass and grinned, she had one last trick.

Her cat shifted and mrowled as it got up and moved its large head between Z's legs. Z could only gasp in shock as the large rough tongue took a slow lick followed soon by some more rapid ones.
Z looked up in shock to the Huntress who was using her pet to eat out Z as Z ate her out. The cat licked quicker and quicker as Z's eyes went wide, her hips bucking against the tongue and the Huntress licking her lips savoring the taste. It wouldn't last long though as the Huntress would soon be bucking against Z's tongue and finger crying out in her climax. Z would look up and smile "That's what you get for tricking me"

The scene for some reason was cut off. A moment later I heard gun shots from the Dwarven camp. I cried to myself as I was very frustrated and without thinking grabbed one of my daggers.

I held it looking it over a moment, then moved it down and setting it blade down lowered my pussy onto the hilt.

I cried out as a gun shot went off and gripping part of the hilt used it like I would ride a male. the cold metal pushing inside me making my body shiver in lust. I could feel it...so close...

Then it hit. My eyes rolled back and I lost my grip on the hilt and my strength leaving me making my body sink down full onto the hilt driving it deep into me. I could feel my body convulsing and my sight left me a moment.

When I regained my senses I could still feel the hilt of my dagger deep inside me and moaned. The gunshots were more muffled, apparently whomever was there was inside now. I tried to shift and gasped as the dagger hilt shifted. I carefully wrapped my hand around what little of the hilt was left and slowly pulled it out with a loud low moan. I couldn't look at it right away but eventually brought it into view.

The dagger hilt that had been inside me was glistening with my own juices. I shivered sliding my panties and pants back on, followed by my belt. Then I sat looking at the dagger and closing my eyes I tasted it. The taste wasn't quite like Z's or any I had tasted off my fingers before. While licking it clean was very tempting I grabbed a rag and wiped off the hilt. Going back to Tarren Mill allowed me to wash the dagger off in the river.

Now I'm back again writing and aching. I want her. I want her body and her dagger. And now I found myself wanting something else. A Troll Huntress and a cat she may or may not use to sexually tease her lovers savoring the tastes her pet discovers.