Sexual Warlord
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
11,159
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own World of Warcraft, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Uglymoo.
It wasn't that she was beautiful. She wasn't. She was a big hulking beast, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. It was obvious just by looking at her that one of her breasts was larger than the other, but I just knew that I would have her. In many ways and many times. I'd only seen her around Orgrimmar, and usually around the auction house just loitering around as if she wanted me to notice her.
Her name was Uglymoo, and she would be my first conquest.
A wide taureness with dark fur and soulful eyes, she had me under the impression that she was a strong member of the horde faction with aspirations of her own. It wouldn't be until after my interactions with her that I would realize that she was nothing but a slut. But hey, I like sluts; they go for anything.
Putting my plan in motion, I had a message sent to her when I heard she was back in town. During the time I was waiting, I arranged myself on the bed in a most becoming fashion. My thick thighs spread, my muscular arms behind my head. I was naked, of course, and freshly bathed.
A soft knock on the door. It was her, I knew it. No other would dare knock, not when I had sent out a sexual summons. "Enter," I beckoned, and the thick door swung open to reveal Uglymoo on the other side. She was decked out in low-level purples, one of which I recognized as The Staff Of Jordan. It wasn't very good as far as epics went, just a lowly piece that one could purchase in the auction houses for a twinked out fee. Her eyes lit up as she caught sight of me, sprawled out across my fur-covered bed in naked green glory. My battle axe rose to say hello, the thick and bulbous tip glistening with rich orc-goo, and I swiftly moved to slide a murloc-skin condom on. Grinning, I raised a large calloused hand to draw her nearer. She came closer, thick thunder thighs trembling with each precarious step. Her man-like hands rose and she slowly began to strip, each movement of her hand revealing another inch of sweet hay-scented bovine flesh.
"Thrall," Uglymoo murmured, flabby lips parting in a grin. Corn-colored teeth protruded from her greasy lips, a sight that deterred me slightly. Ah, well. She wouldn't be kissing much, really. I hoped idly that she wouldn't drool too horribly on my furs; they weren't easy to come by and I didn't want to send another peon out to gather them from Feralas Ironfur bears.
"Hush," I whispered, motioning with my thick fingers that she should turn around for just a moment. My plans for her leaned towards sodomy; she didn't deserve my proud orc manmeat in her tainted, soggy pussy. The instant that she turned around, nude, on the bed and presented herself to me, I reached roughly for the base of her tail. Without hesitating for a moment I shoved my cock deep within her ass, waiting for the screech of pain that was sure to come.
I would be sorely disappointed. None came, instead she bellowed with greedy lust, her shit-laden rectum swallowing my poor green flagstaff. "OH THRALL YES PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER WITH YOUR STAFF OF JORDANAANN!!" she brayed, lopsided tits weaving patterns in the air beneath her. This was no fun. Instead of punishing the lusty maiden I had only succeeded in arousing her. This could be trouble.
Soon enough her gluttonous rectum began opening to grotesque cirumferences, almost to the point where my manmeat wasn't filling her. "Ohhh yes harder," she moaned in excitement. By this time I had pulled away from the orgasmic beast, eyeing her with distaste. Disposing of the shit-covered condom, I sighed softly to myself. I waited until she was done bellowing and braying, writhing in faked pleasure. Calling the guards to the room to escort her out to the gallows, I curled up on my bed in horror and tried not to think about what'd just happened. Ah, well. The troggs would make a nice meal of her fat-laden flesh.
-600 dkp. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever learn.
Her name was Uglymoo, and she would be my first conquest.
A wide taureness with dark fur and soulful eyes, she had me under the impression that she was a strong member of the horde faction with aspirations of her own. It wouldn't be until after my interactions with her that I would realize that she was nothing but a slut. But hey, I like sluts; they go for anything.
Putting my plan in motion, I had a message sent to her when I heard she was back in town. During the time I was waiting, I arranged myself on the bed in a most becoming fashion. My thick thighs spread, my muscular arms behind my head. I was naked, of course, and freshly bathed.
A soft knock on the door. It was her, I knew it. No other would dare knock, not when I had sent out a sexual summons. "Enter," I beckoned, and the thick door swung open to reveal Uglymoo on the other side. She was decked out in low-level purples, one of which I recognized as The Staff Of Jordan. It wasn't very good as far as epics went, just a lowly piece that one could purchase in the auction houses for a twinked out fee. Her eyes lit up as she caught sight of me, sprawled out across my fur-covered bed in naked green glory. My battle axe rose to say hello, the thick and bulbous tip glistening with rich orc-goo, and I swiftly moved to slide a murloc-skin condom on. Grinning, I raised a large calloused hand to draw her nearer. She came closer, thick thunder thighs trembling with each precarious step. Her man-like hands rose and she slowly began to strip, each movement of her hand revealing another inch of sweet hay-scented bovine flesh.
"Thrall," Uglymoo murmured, flabby lips parting in a grin. Corn-colored teeth protruded from her greasy lips, a sight that deterred me slightly. Ah, well. She wouldn't be kissing much, really. I hoped idly that she wouldn't drool too horribly on my furs; they weren't easy to come by and I didn't want to send another peon out to gather them from Feralas Ironfur bears.
"Hush," I whispered, motioning with my thick fingers that she should turn around for just a moment. My plans for her leaned towards sodomy; she didn't deserve my proud orc manmeat in her tainted, soggy pussy. The instant that she turned around, nude, on the bed and presented herself to me, I reached roughly for the base of her tail. Without hesitating for a moment I shoved my cock deep within her ass, waiting for the screech of pain that was sure to come.
I would be sorely disappointed. None came, instead she bellowed with greedy lust, her shit-laden rectum swallowing my poor green flagstaff. "OH THRALL YES PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER WITH YOUR STAFF OF JORDANAANN!!" she brayed, lopsided tits weaving patterns in the air beneath her. This was no fun. Instead of punishing the lusty maiden I had only succeeded in arousing her. This could be trouble.
Soon enough her gluttonous rectum began opening to grotesque cirumferences, almost to the point where my manmeat wasn't filling her. "Ohhh yes harder," she moaned in excitement. By this time I had pulled away from the orgasmic beast, eyeing her with distaste. Disposing of the shit-covered condom, I sighed softly to myself. I waited until she was done bellowing and braying, writhing in faked pleasure. Calling the guards to the room to escort her out to the gallows, I curled up on my bed in horror and tried not to think about what'd just happened. Ah, well. The troggs would make a nice meal of her fat-laden flesh.
-600 dkp. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever learn.