Can Never Go Gnomeragan
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
5,714
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own World of Warcraft and so do not make any money off fics.
Chapter 8
I don't know why I thought Thermaplugg was a goblin...>_>
er, anyways, here we are at the end of another story, but fear not, I already have plans for another adventure for Deydis, with plenty of sex and violence. I feel like he's like James Bond, only he doesn't take himself as seriously. >_>
Well, thanks for the reviews, and enjoy the ending!
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For several hours Thermaplugg found himself staring in disbelief as his guests erupted into frustrated violence. He had withdrawn to his own inner chamber but could see through his various viewing devices. Unable to take their anger out on him, they had turned on each other. There was yelling, fighting and explosions going off throughout the halls.
The lights going out was the most terrifying, by far. He hated the dark, as he imagined shadows leaping out and coming after him. The gnomes he had betrayed seemed to come out of the walls and surround him, and the screaming and yelling outside became howls of rage. They looked at him accusingly, full of hate and reaching for him, to pull him with them into the dark abyss. He curled himself into a ball and wailed, flinching at every imagined touch.
It was a long time before he realized the lights had come back on. He looked around him and saw that the shadows had withdrawn and he was once again safe. The noises of conflict had left too, though he could tell they were still in the city, they had at least moved away from his inner sanctum. After a few more minutes, his stopped shaking and felt he could take control of the situation.
There was a knocking on his door he realized. He nervously checked his viewing device and was relieved to see that it was a robot, carrying a large package. He realized it was the box, and he quickly opened the doors to let it in, closing and locking them quickly behind him. Impatiently, he took the box from the robot and threw it open.
He gaped at the half melted junk inside. If it was the device, it was now in a million pieces, and the notes were gone. His hands clenched into fists as he frantically emptied out the box, hoping to find anything that could help him. A folded piece of paper fluttered out and landed gracefully on top of the pile, the side with his name on it facing up at him. Carefully he bent down, picked it up and read it.
“Dear Thermaplugg,” it said, “so sorry about your toy, I seem to have broken it. Oh well, it was too much for you anyways.” It was signed “Wouldn't you like to know?”
Thermaplugg stared at it for several long moments, as his body began to shake with rage. When it became clear that the paper wasn't going to burst into flames he crumpled it up and through it across the room with a scream. He followed with another scream, and another, echoing off the walls of his empty city.
Outside of the city, in the snowy mountains, there was a cave. It wasn't a large cave, and it wasn't an obvious cave. Anyone looking casually would have walked right by it, which is just how the occupant liked it. This was her private place, and she had taken great cares to conceal it. Rarely did she allow guests, but for the Blood Elf, she had been willing to make an exception.
He was lying on his back, panting as he thrust himself up to meet her as she ground down on him. Fyina had her back to him as she straddled him, leaning forward to give him as much access as possible. She gasped as he thrust up into her particularly hard, and then did so again, his hands on her hips to keep her steady as he drove into her. Her eyes squeezed shut as she pushed down again, desperate to find release and finally it came just as she felt the first burst of hot liquid inside her.
It was several moments before she could move again, and she slowly crawled up to lie in the crook of his arm. She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heart slowing down and his breathing come under control.
“I must say Fyina,” he said after a few moments, “you have been an absolute pleasure to work with.”
She smiled and hummed in approval, “As have you Deydis, I hope we will have more opportunities to do so.” Her small hand began to travel down his abdomen, giving him the lightest of tickles until she reached his cock.
“Well,” he said with a slight moan, “I see no reason to wait till a next time.”
er, anyways, here we are at the end of another story, but fear not, I already have plans for another adventure for Deydis, with plenty of sex and violence. I feel like he's like James Bond, only he doesn't take himself as seriously. >_>
Well, thanks for the reviews, and enjoy the ending!
*************
For several hours Thermaplugg found himself staring in disbelief as his guests erupted into frustrated violence. He had withdrawn to his own inner chamber but could see through his various viewing devices. Unable to take their anger out on him, they had turned on each other. There was yelling, fighting and explosions going off throughout the halls.
The lights going out was the most terrifying, by far. He hated the dark, as he imagined shadows leaping out and coming after him. The gnomes he had betrayed seemed to come out of the walls and surround him, and the screaming and yelling outside became howls of rage. They looked at him accusingly, full of hate and reaching for him, to pull him with them into the dark abyss. He curled himself into a ball and wailed, flinching at every imagined touch.
It was a long time before he realized the lights had come back on. He looked around him and saw that the shadows had withdrawn and he was once again safe. The noises of conflict had left too, though he could tell they were still in the city, they had at least moved away from his inner sanctum. After a few more minutes, his stopped shaking and felt he could take control of the situation.
There was a knocking on his door he realized. He nervously checked his viewing device and was relieved to see that it was a robot, carrying a large package. He realized it was the box, and he quickly opened the doors to let it in, closing and locking them quickly behind him. Impatiently, he took the box from the robot and threw it open.
He gaped at the half melted junk inside. If it was the device, it was now in a million pieces, and the notes were gone. His hands clenched into fists as he frantically emptied out the box, hoping to find anything that could help him. A folded piece of paper fluttered out and landed gracefully on top of the pile, the side with his name on it facing up at him. Carefully he bent down, picked it up and read it.
“Dear Thermaplugg,” it said, “so sorry about your toy, I seem to have broken it. Oh well, it was too much for you anyways.” It was signed “Wouldn't you like to know?”
Thermaplugg stared at it for several long moments, as his body began to shake with rage. When it became clear that the paper wasn't going to burst into flames he crumpled it up and through it across the room with a scream. He followed with another scream, and another, echoing off the walls of his empty city.
Outside of the city, in the snowy mountains, there was a cave. It wasn't a large cave, and it wasn't an obvious cave. Anyone looking casually would have walked right by it, which is just how the occupant liked it. This was her private place, and she had taken great cares to conceal it. Rarely did she allow guests, but for the Blood Elf, she had been willing to make an exception.
He was lying on his back, panting as he thrust himself up to meet her as she ground down on him. Fyina had her back to him as she straddled him, leaning forward to give him as much access as possible. She gasped as he thrust up into her particularly hard, and then did so again, his hands on her hips to keep her steady as he drove into her. Her eyes squeezed shut as she pushed down again, desperate to find release and finally it came just as she felt the first burst of hot liquid inside her.
It was several moments before she could move again, and she slowly crawled up to lie in the crook of his arm. She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heart slowing down and his breathing come under control.
“I must say Fyina,” he said after a few moments, “you have been an absolute pleasure to work with.”
She smiled and hummed in approval, “As have you Deydis, I hope we will have more opportunities to do so.” Her small hand began to travel down his abdomen, giving him the lightest of tickles until she reached his cock.
“Well,” he said with a slight moan, “I see no reason to wait till a next time.”