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Noxious Acid	By : FieldDranzer Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 2831 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Noxious Acid
- 2-Epilogue
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Epilogue I - Repercussions

A sharp gust of air fluttered through the Druid’s shapeshifted wings as Soyala Autumnroar soared through the skies between Moonglade and Mount Hyjal. For better or for worse, ever since their bath in corrosive acid, Soyala’s gaze had wandered, a lingering warmth remaining in her body, even after their victory over the Lich of Naxxramas.

Swooping down like a feathered bullet, Soyala spread her wings once, and with a mighty flap, slowed her descent until her form was close enough to the ground to shapeshift back to her Tauren form. The residents of Hyjal were always the same, Druids of various sects and regions, that were all gathered to receive the guidance of their respective Demigods.

Landing near the shrine of Aviana, Soyala Autumnroar’s matronly frame swayed, the inexhaustible heat lingering between her legs returning in full force, sending the Druid down onto her knees the moment she landed.

Pinching her eyes shut, it wasn’t until the sounds of flapping wings reached her ears that the Druid once more opened her eyes; only to be greeted by the sight of Aviana herself, the avian Demigod’s naked, feathered form bringing a new joy to the Druid’s mind.

“Come, Child. You will be cleansed inside…” Speaking in a most heavenly, deep, yet somehow melodic voice, Aviana gave Soyala a tilt of her head before disappearing, flying off towards the great tree that housed her shrine.

Untrusting of her own legs, Soyala once more cast her shapeshifting, entering the Cat Form she had taken on so many times that day, yet even still, the sight of her Mistress’ naked, divine rear was enough to send her mind reeling. Yes… she would receive her Mistress’ favor inside…

In the fog of lust that lingered around her mind, Soyala haplessly followed after her Mistress, all too unaware of the haze that lingered within her eyes.

Epilogue II - Vengeance

The gentle tap of naked hooves against the stone walkways of Dalaran rang out, a faint sound that was only truly picked up by those attentive enough to search for it. For her, on the other hand, the sound was nonexistent.

Making her way through the Silver Enclave was simple enough, renting a room was no trouble at all, yet, when Kaaylana Val’ariamis stood before the doorway to her room, a slight twinge between her legs reminded her of what would await her there. Steeling her nerves with a faint prayer to the Light, Kaaylana pushed the door open, allowing her golden eyes to feast upon the sight that awaited her there.

Despite her former distaste for the woman, Kaaylana stepped inside of her room, pushing the door closed behind her with a swish of her tail, the sight of dusky violet skin, full thighs and an exposed, glistening vagina met her eyes. Artemis Sharlayan was the woman that quite literally fucked her mind, though after all was said and done, she had enjoyed herself during their time in Goldshire.

Seated atop Kaaylana’s bed, with her legs spread wide, dusky cock firmly grasped in her hand, Sharlayan’s moonlit eyes stared upon the big breasted Draenei, a small pink tongue darting out to lick her dark purple lips.

“You’ve kept me waiting, Lightforged futa.” Sharlayan muttered out between faint moans, the hand around her dick speeding up her pumps as her moonlit eyes took in the sight of Kaaylana’s barely hidden curves. “Did you not want another go? Get those rags off!”

Gritting her teeth at the mere thought of their first time, Kaaylana’s eyes narrowed dangerously, a wicked grin spreading across her lips as her robes were all but torn off of her body. Channeling the Light into an Avenging Wrath, the Lightforged Draenei pounced forth, yanking Sharlayan’s legs up from the bed, all the while aligning her throbbing erection up with the Void Elf’s exposed asshole.

“Wait! No! Get your filthy cock away from my-- Uugh!” With no small amount of force, Kaaylana thrust her drooling cockhead against Sharlayan’s puckered backdoor, easing her flared head past the Void Elf’s asshole in one, smooth thrust, sinking the first few inches of alien horse cock inside of her adversary’s tightest hole.

Hoisting the Void Elf’s legs up until her ankles rested against Kaaylana’s shoulders, her power raised to its limits as the duration of Avenging Wrath continued. As another few inches of her cock forced their way inside, Sharlayan’s moonlit eyes grew wide, hands twitching atop the bed whilst her own cock throbbed, its head pointing straight up towards her spotless breasts and heaving face.

“What? No cheeky comments this time? No biting remarks?” Kaaylana barked out between grunts of pleasure, her hands grasping onto the Void Elf whore’s ankles before pushing them down, forcing Sharlayan’s back to arch until her cock was a mere inch away from her own lips.

Right as Sharlayan’s cockhead poked down against her plump lips, the Void Elf glared up against the Lightforged Draenei plundering her ass, both hands shooting up to cast a quick Shadow Word: Pain upon her adversary. The effects were instant, albeit different than what she had expected. With an audible moan, as well as a howl soon thereafter, Kaaylana’s hips dropped down, all of the Draenei’s weight falling on top of Sharlayan’s rump, whilst a familiar warmth rushed through the Void Elf’s colon.

Shuddering where she lay, Kaaylana’s cock all but erupted, the load saved up for weeks spurting out of her flared cockhead, painting the insides of Sharlayan’s rear white. A Holy being cumming inside of a Void imbued woman. How the roles were reversed…

With a grunt and a heave, as her cock continued to spew forth its load, Kaaylana all but picked up the Void Elf whore beneath her body, spinning the woman around with her dick still inside until her breasts were mashed up against Sharlayan’s back.

Without an ounce of hesitation or resistance, the Lightforged Draenei’s hips sped up, pummeling the Void Elf’s rump whilst pressing said woman up against the window, blatantly ignoring the woman whose back was pushed up against the wall beneath the windowsill, nor were the faint moans of a third person ever noticed by either Elf or Draenei.

Epilogue III - Silver Dreams

Quivering where she stood, Anya Kal’aira pushed her way through the door to her private quarters, all but stumbling forward onto the floor, leaving the door wide agape as her body lost control. Her report had been made, a new set of armor would be issued to her later that day, and her fellow High Elves were all out on patrol. The barracks, as well as her private quarters, would remain empty for a short while longer.

As if that knowledge had been the trigger, a switch within her body had been hit, releasing the floodgates she didn’t know were there.

Ignoring all pretense, unable to even close the door, Anya’s body moved on its own, her hips raising up off of the cold stone floor of her quarters, one hand darting down between her legs to rub against the slit between her legs. Had anyone walked by at that moment, they would see a naked High Elf, on the floor with a lean, peachy rear pushed up into the air, legs spread wide with two fingers running back and forth along a weeping slit. In fact, that thought only made her pussy weep all the more.

With her face pressed down against the cold stone floor, nipples rubbing back and forth in time with the fervent stroking of her hand, Anya Kal’aira’s voice came out in faint, shallow whimpers. Her body was hot. Her pussy was wet. And no matter how hard she tried to deny it, the thought of being paraded around Dalaran, with naught more than a collar and a leash, with a far bustier Mistress tugging on her leash, made the petite High Elf’s back arch, causing her fingers to slip inside of her unused vagina, whilst her sensitive clit ground down against the cold stone floor.

Feeling her eyes roll into the back of her head, Anya’s lips fell agape, an outdrawn groan slipping past her lips whilst her eager womanhood clamped down around her invading digits; milking the two fingers there as if they were her future husband’s cock.

However, as the High Elf came down from her orgasmic high, her fingers began anew, a third digit joining the two that came before, just in time to match the shifting fantasies running through a virgin’s head.

The image of her dream husband, tall and rigid, with an averagely sized member, was quickly morphed into the beast she had been exposed to only a few hours prior. Wide hips, big breasts, and a fat flared horse cock filled her mind as she came once more…

Epilogue IV - Stealth

Their return to Dalaran had been… humiliating, to say the least. As Nethariel dismounted her Gryphon, her body had immediately slipped into Stealth, the odd looks from those lingering at Krasus’ Landing causing most women present to look away. At the very least, with the threat of the Legion gone, and the raging faction war lingering on the horizon, many of Dalaran’s inhabitants had left.

After their raid on Naxxramas, the four parties that had been sent off all returned on their own, the three others having gone straight to the Broken Shore, though Nethariel’s group were forced to take a rather awkward trip to Wyrmrest Temple. Even now, as the Rogue snuck along one of the many roofs of Dalaran, a deep purple flush remained across her body.

Sharlayan, in her eternal wisdom, had opened a tear in dimensions, jumping into the Telogrus Rift in search of a more fitting attire than what she had been provided with at Wyrmrest, leaving Anya, Soyala and Nethariel clad in rather small robes fitted for female elves. Seeing the bulge between Kaaylana’s legs, and the sheer overblown swell on Soyala’s chest, more than made up for the fact that only a pair of pants were available for Nethariel; leaving her naked from the waist up.

Now though, hours after the fact, their party had split up. Anya Kal’aira had darted off towards the Silver Covenant’s quarters in search of a replacement armor. Soyala had gone off to find herself a calm place, likely halfway to Hyjal by that point in time. However, the moment they returned, Kaaylana had taken her leave, walking off in the direction of the Silver Enclave, mumbling something or other about paying for a room at the inn, A Hero’s Welcome.

That, of course, left only Nethariel to her own devices. For whatever reason, the Rogue had chosen to ignore the normalcy of her order, heading off in the direction of the Silver Enclave, before climbing her way on top of a nearby roof, glancing in every other window while searching for the room rented by her Draenei companion.

When her feet at last reached the location of feminine screams and throaty grunts, Nethariel threw herself down onto the ground, ignoring the sharp pain that coursed through her rear from having the roof tiles slamming into her firm rump.

Hoised up into the air, with her feet down on the windowsill to support herself, Sharlayan’s stomach looked positively swollen, and all with good reason as, standing behind her, Kaaylana’s throbbing horse cock was ramming in and out of Sharlayan’s asshole, a few thick globs of Draenei sperm dripping down atop the windowsill as the Void Elf in question was used as a cum bucket.

Slapping a hand across her mouth, Nethariel glared up, silver eyes wide with bewilderment, as her Stealth was put to the test.

Right above her body, with her own legs spread wide, a monstrous amount of cum was continuously pumped into Sharlayan’s body. The one doing the pumping paid it no mind, ignoring the way the Void Elf’s stomach made her seem nine months pregnant, all in favor of continuing her rhythmic pumps and savage thrusts.

Staring up into that which had once been a Void Elf’s tight, underused backdoor, Nethariel’s free hand near instantly darted down to her groin, spreading her folds apart whilst forcing three fingers inside of her snatch.

The wet squelching of Sharlayan’s overstuffed ass being fucked time and time again, the strangled moans of a near unconscious woman being put on display, and the audible grunts of a Draenei going to town on said woman’s ass. All three sources were more than enough to bring Nethariel over the edge. Biting her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, the Rogue could only watch as Sharlayan’s limp body was dragged up and down along the Draenei’s thick cock, her waist being used as a handlebar, whilst her pussy wept its juices freely, all of which landed atop Nethariel’s naked, pale breasts.

The scene before her seemed to stretch on endlessly. For every orgasmic grunt Kaaylana made, Sharlayan’s stomach would swell a tiny bit more. For every strangled groan the delirious Void Elf would make, the cock in her ass would thrust up even harder. For every single, mouthwatering load that was dumped inside of Sharlayan’s ass, Nethariel’s dexterous fingers found a new way to make her cum, her clear juices squirting out against the palm that was used to cup her groin.

It wasn’t until Nethariel’s focus was at its end, her Stealth threatening to fade, that the women within the room finished their romp. With the most dismissive grunt she had ever heard, Kaaylana pulled her hips back, easing her softening shaft out of the Void Elf’s ass until, with an audible pop, her flared head slid out...

… only to release a waterfall of thick Draenei cum from the gaping abyss that had once been Sharlayan’s asshole, all of which found its way down the roof, which subsequently let it all shower down atop Nethariel’s exposed breasts, covering the Night Elf in enough cum to make her unrecognizable; save for her midnight blue hair.

In the midst of her shower, Sharlayan’s face lit up, her head tilting downward ever so slightly, to give the revealed Rogue a flirtatious wink.

Raising her arms to drape them around her lover’s neck, Sharlayan’s plump purple lips rose up to nuzzle against Kaaylana’s chin, planting a soft kiss there before hopping down onto the floor, legs shaking from her rather strenuous workout.

“That was alright, honey, but next time, try to be a little rougher, would you? I could hardly feel your dick through half of that.”

A loud slap resounded through the air above Nethariel’s head, though whatever words might have come next were all but gone, for almost as soon as their ceaseless moans had ended, Kaaylana’s melodic voice rang out once more, a cacophony of moans, groans and whimpers resounding from A Hero’s Welcome once more.
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