Gank Me! Stories: Elves vs Demons

Non­canon Tan­gent: Bat­tle of the Vix­ens — Elves and the Demon
By Resari and Moon
Pro­logue — Cuz if I had a cock I’d have a hard on for prologues

Not because of their lack of try­ing, the poor duo of Resari and Swan just couldn’t find out who is a bet­ter lay between them. Despite a full week of just flat out use of Alvar and his cock, the pair were start­ing to real­ize that he couldn’t han­dle the rapid amount of sex­ual activ­ity (surpis­ingly) when it all hap­pened over and over. In fact he seemed to have other things to do in his life besides fuck the two of them…like work. He found them both equal in love mak­ing as both had their ups and downs but no amount of ‘No you’re both great!’ would please the two. Even­tu­ally the blond war­lock had told them both that until they sorted things out on their own, his cock was off lim­its. Both ladies had been shoved out of his tent and onto the sand with their clothes fol­low­ing in a pile right after. Then he had gone to the healer’s hut to get patched up as the gob­lins down at the Bay always said to see a doc­tor after hav­ing an erec­tion that lasted longer than four hours. And he had made good on his promise. No only had Resari and Swan been kicked out of his bed but he had also been miss­ing from camp for weeks, per­haps to recover. His demonic com­pan­ion Mary Sue cer­tainly wasn’t telling. The ex-paladin fig­ured that he was prob­a­bly hid­ing at the Delta’s main safe house out­side of the Under­city but she knew she wouldn’t be wel­come there. No she’d have to solve this lit­tle grudge match her­self before her com­pan­ion would take her back.

So Swan had grudg­ingly returned to Stormwind after she and Resari agreed to find a new way to find out who was bet­ter. The blood elf came up with a few ideas, though none of them were good enough or depended to much on the chance of guards catch­ing she and Swan with a large group of sexed out males. Swan’s ideas of just ask­ing every sin­gle one of their exes for a rat­ing and review and com­par­ing notes seemed far too clin­i­cal for her…and many of her exes were quite dead. None of the other ideas were very prac­ti­cal either, espe­cially the one about her and Swan kid­nap­ping a dragon and forc­ing him into a more humanoid form, think­ing the dragon’s sta­mina would out­match Alvar. How­ever drag­ons were a bitchy lot and would prob­a­bly just as soon eat them rather than fuck them. Swan claimed she knew a friendly green dragon she’d met once who might be up for the job but Resari wasn’t about to trust her pretty hide to a dragon that hung out with mor­tals will­ingly. It was prob­a­bly half retarded and Resari just had too many bad thoughts of being burned alive with fire breath, so the idea was thrown out.

One day Resari was watch­ing her younger brother Rylen run through an obsta­cle course she had set up for basic train­ing, enjoy­ing the view. It was rather hilar­i­ous since she specif­i­cally changed the prac­tice dummy magic so it was a lit­tle more adept at fight­ing. And even laughed aloud when Rylen got smacked about for five straight min­utes, while the heal­ing teacher gath­ered the noob heal­ers over to prac­tice on Rylen (thanks to Resari he was often a test sub­ject). Her brother always com­plained about her being extra tough on him but he’d never learn if she didn’t give him a chal­lenge. A gob­lin came run­ning up after Resari started back to her tent, hand­ing her a let­ter, which the ex-paladin opened and read to herself.

“Resi, I found a great way to prove you’re sec­ond place com­pared to me, why don’t you bring that bouncy lit­tle ass out to Stormwind and let’s set­tle once and for all. –Swan”, Resari shook her head as she read the let­ter, “Hah! She thinks she found a way to beat me? Prob­a­bly found some weird poi­son to fuck me up and make me think I lost…” She grum­bled, but looked down towards the end where there was more writ­ten, “P.S: Bring some­thing cov­er­ing, guards aren’t exactly fond of blood elves ya know?”.

A few days of trav­el­ing by her­self, Resari found her­self out­side the “great­est human civ­i­liza­tion” in the world, dressed in a long red cloak that went down to her feet and cov­ered her body pretty well. She had “bor­rowed” a pair of engi­neer­ing gog­gles from Kara, one of the guild’s bet­ter engi­neers. The amber glassed lenses kept her glow­ing green eyes hid­den and with them she could pass for one of the pussy High Elves that still slummed it with the humans. The strap chafed her ears and the gog­gles pinched her nose, prob­a­bly leav­ing a hardly sexy red mark when she took them off. No she wasn’t exactly lov­ing this dis­guise but knew bet­ter than to stroll into an Alliance city with­out it.

The for­mer pal­adin wan­dered around the mar­ket­place for a time before she was grabbed on the shoul­der, mak­ing Resi wheel around and draw a fist back to defend her­self, think­ing she was caught. Despite her train­ing and skill for smack­ing peo­ple upside the head, Resari’s swing went over Swan’s as the rogue ducked under the vio­lent girl.
“Woooah, nice swing­ing there, why don’t ya shout “hey, I’m a rav­ing lunatic hordie” before ya do it next time?” She said smugly before stand­ing up. “Nice duds…but High Elves don’t wear red remem­ber? It’s taboo. They wear blue.”

Resari crossed her arms and grum­bled, “Alright so ya found me, mind telling me your big plan to make a fool of your­self in this con­test of our’s?”.

“Nuh uh, not yet don’t wanna spoil the sur­prise, come on soon-to-be-loser, let’s go” She swat­ted Resi on the rump and walked off towards the poorer sec­tion of the city. Resari grum­bled as she fol­lowed behind Swan through the slums of Stormwind, she wasn’t happy with this hood cov­er­ing her head, and appar­ently the only thing hold­ing her back from com­plain­ing was the guards were pretty quick to arrest any elf that wasn’t a night elf or didn’t have blue eyes.

“So I am guess­ing she still hasn’t got­ten a real job then huh?”, Resari asked as Swan led her to some back alley and smirked back at her.

“Oh she has a real job, it really sucks though… ha!” Swan pointed Resi over to a sign that said “Cap­tain Flecher’s Whore Empire” with some num­bers under it. So Swan’s odd war­lock friend had flunked out of war­lock school had she? That earned Resari smack­ing her­self on the fore­head and sigh­ing, “Great, well let’s see if we can get her to help us out huh? Then we can finally put this thing to rest”.

The rogue led Resari over to the sign and peeked inside the door to shout for some­one, and in a few moments out came the bouncy blonde war­lock her­self. Swan wasted lit­tle time and slid right up to her friend, “Gally, have I got a deal for you…”

“You mean you’re gonna go sneak some books out of the Mage Tower for me? One of the pro­fes­sors there said if I pass the cer­ti­fi­ca­tion exam they’ll trans­fer my war­lock cred­its and I can rock War Mage train­ing next year!”

“…well… no, but I have a good idea any­way, me and Resi here…” Swan ges­tured over to the cloak-clad blood elf, who nod­ded slightly, “are gonna give ya ten gold each, if you help us set­tle some­thing” the night elf explained.

Gally rose an eye­brow, “Help set­tle what? I’m not going to mea­sure your tits if thats what you have in mind… go get some­one else! And girl, I need way more than ten gold, you know how much pri­vate mage school tutor­ing is?”.

“That’s the idea Gally, we’re finally going to see who is the best fuck of all between me and Resi here… and you can get us the one guy who won’t pass out dur­ing the con­test… Dante!”. Resari looked over at Swan with a raised brow under her hood,

“The hell? Swan you didn’t say you were gonna use a fuck­ing incubus in this thing! I like my soul where it is you tree­hug­ging psycho!”

Swan turned and tried to calm the blood elf down, “Now now, Dante won’t do that… pretty sure he won’t… I mean he banged Gally and look she still has her soul…I uh..think”, Swan glanced over at Gally who was drink­ing some­thing dark red out of her mug and star­ing at them point­edly with amber eyes that seemed more than a lit­tle blood­shot. “Um…actually she had been going out a lot at night and drink­ing cow’s blood like no tomor­row, I’m sure she’s just ane­mic. Yeah anemic.”

“Yeah not much else than that…” Resari snorted, which made Gally frown, “hey! I’ll have you know that the state of my soul is per­sonal and pri­vate I don’t ask you about your soul sta­tus do I?!”.

“My what?!”

Swan walked over and put an arm around Resari’s shoul­ders, “Come on, how many chances do you have to fuck a demo…”,
“Every sin­gle time Alvar leaves Mary Sue to her own devices, the thing sneaks into my tent while I’m asleep and gropes me”,
“Uh well ok how about how often do you get to sleep with a guy who can turn into a chic…”,
“I once snuck a gen­der swap­ping potion into Alvar’s mana potions, it was hilar­i­ous”,
”… huh, well ok if that’s how you’re gonna be would you rather fuck Gally instead?” Swan said with a grum­ble.
Resari looked over to the human, “Eh, she’s kinda hot for a human I guess… but since you are SOOO sure I can’t do a incubus you’re on”.

Gally sighed in relief that she wouldn’t have to endure a blood elf grop­ing and play­ing with her (sorry Gally fans, maybe another time). “Alright alright, come with me.” The human war­lock sighed and pushed the door open to let them in. The seedy bar seemed like any other one except for the fact that it was packed full of whores stand­ing on lit­tle labled stands with their hourly rate. At least thirty fel­lows from seedy street men want­ing to blow a nut and a buck, to some rich high elves were check­ing out the wares. “I don’t work here…I just do their uh…security and free­lance a bit. My place is in the dunge..uh I mean ‘basement.”

The two fol­lowed her, eye­ing eachother as they passed the oggling group. Every­thing seemed just sort of odd. Who would run a busi­ness like this and not get shut down in sec­onds by the Stormwind vice squad? Prob­a­bly gob­lins with deep pockets.

“If you’re going to play with my mast…uuuuh min­ion then keep a few things in mind: don’t make any deals with him, don’t accept any favors, don’t turn your back on him, and what­ever you do keep in mind that he doesn’t play games.” She lead them into the base­ment down a deep hall cut into the rocks of the place. Swan noticed that this path­way looked really famil­iar but then again all pris­ons of any sort looked the same.

“Don’t you have to sum­mon him or some­thing?“
“No, he doesn’t ‘sum­mon’ or unsum­mon, he’s just always here.” Gally grum­bled as she pushed the door open to the bot­tom cham­ber. The girls gasped when they saw what was inside. The large room was filled with plush pil­lows and blan­kets, mas­sive round cush­ions for beds, lush cur­tains on every wall, and a table off to the side with a wine foun­tain and bas­kets of fresh fruit. It was like a sultan’s wet dream; even the col­lec­tion of twenty passed out human women on the floor added to it. Swan stepped over one of them, notic­ing that the girl didn’t move. Prob­a­bly passed out on wine and fun.

“Ah Gally won­der­ful din­ner you set down and now desert? You really shouldn’t have! I’m not really hun­gry any­more but…you do two look deli­cious.” The incubus sat up from his ruby vel­vet cush­ions to look them over as he waved a hand over the harem. The for­merly passed out girls got up slowly, groan­ing as if just wak­ing up with the world’s worst hang­over and started to trudge towards the door. Gally frowned at him and mut­tered some­thing before fol­low­ing the girls out of the room.

“Alright lets get you ladies some cof­fee and some toast alright?” Gally sighed like a long tired nurse­maid of many dif­fi­cult chil­dren as she lead the girls upstairs, pulling a few grabby hands off of her arms in the process.
“Braaains..“
“No toast. Toast and cof­fee. Come along, if you’re real good we’ll get you some dou­ble cream to put on that toast. Hey, no bit­ing. No, bad! Bad girl!”

Swan swal­lowed ner­vously; the harem girls kind of smelled funny to her and they were almost as pur­ple as she was which was strange for humans. She watched them slouch up the stairs, occa­sion­aly bump­ing into eachother as Resi pulled off the hood of her cloak, some­how com­pletely fear­less of the demon. “We need you to answer a ques­tion for us! We need to fig­ure out once and for all, which one of us is the best lay and who bet­ter than a sex demon to fig­ure out that prob­lem. Think you could do us that favor?”

“Y’know Resi maybe we should go…I for­got some­thing in BB and I totally know this mage who can clone him­self for his own per­sonal gang­bang. He’s a total dick but he does have five of them.” The rogue started to pull the blond elf away but her com­pan­ion only shook her hand away roughly.

“Stop bein’ a pussy Swan, this was your idea!”

Dante leaned back on one arm and watched them with glow­ing pur­ple eyes that seemed to almost see through armor and to what lay under it. Swan blushed a lit­tle and bit her full lower lip; she’d seen that look many times from the demon before she dumped holy water on him and shoved him out of her room and climbed out the win­dow. Frankly she was begin­ing to think that being more or less alone in a room with the demon was a very bad idea but her lit­tle human friend didn’t seem scared of him.

He sat up a lit­tle and rubbed his chin with one fin­ger as the barely there sheet that was cov­er­ing his well mus­cled form slipped down until it was only inches away from show­ing that mag­nif­i­cent cock of his which was quickly ris­ing to atten­tion. She was sure it pulsed, prov­ing that indeed the demon did have a heart, even if it was as black as his claws. His tail lashed slowly like a cat on the prowl, the rather phal­lic tip occa­sion­ally twitch­ing in their direc­tion in a quite snake­like man­ner. The intense way he started at them, Resari in par­tic­u­lar made her feel strange as if she drank one two many but­tered rums and took a spin on a bar stool: wild and crazy and ready to hurl.

“I sup­pose I am an unbi­ased observer. And what do I get for doing you this favor?“
“Ain’t fuckin’ two hot will­ing bitches enough pay­ment for you?” Resari snapped a lit­tle and jerked the gog­gles off of her face, chuck­ing them at the demon with a growl. He blinked for a moment and then laughed indul­gently, stretch­ing like a relaxed leop­ard on the bed of pil­lows. Swan bit her lip as she watched him move; how could he scare her and yet still make her ache with desire at the same time. If the elf next to her was feel­ing the same sex­ual pull towards the demon it was hard to say but she knew that it was get­ting harder and harder to resist him the longer they were in the room with the beast.
“I’ll do you a favor for free..I’ve always wanted to sam­ple a Horde girl like you blondy. I like blonds, spe­cially elf blonds…and you came here will­ingly so you’re my favorite sort of blond elf cock­bait. Mm..the stu­pid kind.“Dante mut­tered that last bit under his breath before grin­ning up at the two charm­ingly. He licked his lips slowly and beconed them closer, mas­sive black wings stretch­ing behind him. Obvi­ously the demon wasn’t going to turn into his kinder, gen­tler human form just for them. “Do either of you want to place any bets ahead of time on who will win?”

NEXT: Another teamup writ­ing and one of the girls gets to “ride the tiger” as it were