Gank Me Noncanon Tangent: Raiders of the Lost Temple

This is a non-canon tan­gent writ­ten by my good buddy Resari

TAGS: Ten­ta­cle, Magic, Elf
RATING: R-X
Chap­ter One — Well, it could be worse
A hot day in Stran­glethorn Vale is like a cold one in Win­ter­spring, basic, bor­ing, and unin­ter­est­ing. How­ever dull it was though, the Deltas saw fit to send weapons trainer Resari out to scout inside a newly dis­cov­ered troll tem­ple. The tem­ple was found out by gob­lins from Booty Bay on a car­a­van run to the Grom’gol Out­post, and the Deltas thought it’d be a pos­si­ble loca­tion to run dun­geon train­ing sessions.

Of course they had to check around the tem­ple first to make sure it was able to be used for stuff like that, if there were any trolls inside the Deltas would have to go in and sweep them out, any traps would have to be made less lethal, and mon­ster nests needed to be removed right away. Since the newbs of the Delta Guild were prone to being ungodly … thick minded about things, all this needed to be done before word got out around the camp or the lead­ers would have to put up with con­stant moan­ing and groan­ing from the newbs about not being able to go right away, kind of like gnomes and toy stores. So Resari was sent, and she wasn’t happy about that at all.

Resari, the vio­let eyed blood elf, looked up from the bot­tom of the many stairs of the tem­ple. She was wear­ing a crim­son col­ored vest that had a few of the top but­tons opened up, a sim­i­larly col­ored skirt that reached her knees, and two leather arm bands wrapped around her arms from her wrists up to her fore­arm, her only real armor at the moment. She car­ried a pack of food and water over her shoul­der, and a longsword in her hand, just in the likely sce­nario that there would be trouble.

On the trip there Resari was accom­pa­nied by the gob­lins who had found the tem­ple, she had no real patience for them since they seemed more inter­ested in what sorts of trea­sures she’d find than if she came back out at all. She also noticed that the gob­lins and the Deltas had neglected to send help with her that was good with find­ing traps or the such. But she shrugged that off on the walk over, know­ing full well she was more than a match for any­thing inside of Stran­glethorn Vale, their trolls weren’t that bright out­side of Zul’Gurub, and the ones in there weren’t that smart either.

Resari made a few men­tal notes so that she could tell the guild lead­ers back in the Bar­rens about when she fin­ished up here. The tem­ple was basic troll design, big, stone, filled with skulls all over either cut in stone or stuck on a pike. Resari wasn’t to impressed by them and headed off up the stairs. She got to the mid­dle of the stairs and paused for a drink, “Why the hell do trolls think it’s such a good idea to walk half a mile up stairs for every tem­ple…?” She mum­bled to no one in par­tic­u­lar. She was quite alone, the Deltas had quickly paid off the gob­lins to keep quiet about the temple.

While Resari rested she thought back to when they were pick­ing who to send inside, the orig­i­nal idea was to send in Moondai, but very “sur­pris­ingly” she had a per­fect excuse that she had to calm down a small spirit out­side the camp. The next idea was to send in Alvar, but he wisely didn’t show up to that meet­ing. So Resari was the only one qual­i­fied (or really the only one who wasn’t busy) to send in.

After a quick vow to water down Moon’s drinks and with­hold Alvar from their nightly bang­ing, Resari tucked her water skin away and headed up the rest of the stairs. She noticed right away there was alot of stat­ues depict­ing fer­til­ity gods of the trolls, she had a funny feel­ing she was about to walk into some pretty kinky tem­ple carv­ings soon enough. “Man these trolls are into some weird ass stuff” She noted while look­ing at a par­tic­u­larly explicit carv­ing of a troll female and what appeared to be a wolf, “Huh, I won­der if Moon… naw” She shook her head and con­tin­ued on.

Resari went into the entrance and looked over to the wall, rais­ing an eye­brow. On the wall was a carv­ing of a female troll in the midst of many wavy lines all over, the next carv­ing had the same troll with notice­able signs of preg­nancy. “Oh great, preg­nant troll magic” She rolled her eyes and took one step for­ward and stopped dead in her tracks as a loud sound echoed out of stone grind­ing against stone, feel­ing her foot sink down slightly where she stepped onto. The unlucky elf just walked straight onto a trap, and she was going to pay for it quite soon she thought.

Expect­ing spikes to shoot out of the walls or the ceil­ing to drop down on her, Resari didn’t expect to have the floor itself slide out from under her feet and drop her down into a dark slide. The elf smacked hard onto a slip­pery stone slide and slid down­wards at an angle for a few moments before tum­bling off as the slide came to an end, and crashed onto a stone floor. “Oh for Thrall’s sake that hurt…” She mum­bled while sit­ting up, rub­bing her neck. She was pretty sure she at least bruised her rear at that fall, but would know for sure later when Alvar snuck in a grope, if it hurt, she had a bruise. Resari did enjoy her meth­ods of check­ing for pain she’d admit.

Resari got up to her feet after a moment, form­ing a small green flame in her hand that quickly turned vio­let as she looked around. “Huh, well this is just a big ass empty cham­ber isn’t it” She noted while look­ing about, the room was indeed just big, and empty, and had no real fea­tures besides the slide open­ing and some weird vines grow­ing on the ceil­ing. She decided to climb back up the slide and made way to do that, putting her mag­i­cal flame out and mov­ing over to the slide to get a good idea how she’d climb back up.

How­ever when the elf got over to the slide, she was puz­zled for a moment as she felt some­thing drop onto her pony­tail, reach­ing back she smacked what­ever it was away, and was even more puz­zled to find it was one of the vines from the ceil­ing that had dropped down onto her pony­tail. Resari merely shrugged that off and looked around the inside of the chute where she had slid down from. “Oh I could climb this no prob­lem I bet…” She thought to her­self while test­ing to see if she could get a good grip on the sides with­out her hands slip­ping down.

She finally decided it was about time to get outta this room and con­jured another vio­let flame to hurl it up the chute to see how far she had to go. The elf put both hands on the insides of the slide and rested her foot up on the bot­tom of it to pull her­self upwards. Resari got about half her front inside before she heard some weird sounds behind her that sounded alot like swish­ing sounds. She stopped her climb­ing and looked behind her shoul­der to try and see what the sounds were.

Of course with her light so far away from her she couldn’t see exactly what it was, but she felt two rope­like objects snap around her waist and give one sharp tug on the elf and yanked her straight out of the slide and back into the room. Resari’s eyes went wide, look­ing back at the ceil­ing she noticed what appeared to be a plant ele­men­tal like one’s she’s fought before, only this one was grown into the stone itself, and it looked pretty pissed at the elf.

More vines slid off the ceil­ing to bind the elf and hold her off the ground with ease. Resari tried to pull her arms free to no avail, growl­ing and thrash­ing abit against the vice like grips of the vines. The plant mon­ster didn’t seem to want to let her go, and gave a sharp squeeze to her stom­ach with a vine, mak­ing her wince in pain for a moment. “Do I really look like a hippy druid or night elf to you!?! I’m not into plants!” She yelled out at the creature.

If it had a sense of humor, the plant wasn’t show­ing it as the vines hold­ing her legs jerked side­ways to spread them out even more, caus­ing her skirt to bunch upwards quite abit to show off her undies. “You don’t want me, let me go get you a rogue I know, she is… well she coulda been… she tried to be a druid once! She’s way more com­pat­i­ble for yo~MMPPH!” the blood elf was silenced by a vine wrap­ping around her head and mouth, the plant beast growl­ing out in anger.

Resari’s only thoughts were of one thing that caused this entire mess, and men­tally shouted out “I shoulda checked Wowhead!!”.

~End Chap­ter 1

Raiders of the Last Tem­ple of the Doomed Ark Cru­sade
By Resari
Chap­ter Two — It’s worse

Deep in the troll tem­ple, Resari was still in trou­ble. The for­mer pal­adin was strug­gling vainly against the bind­ings of a mass of vines that seemed to come from a plant ele­men­tal beast stuck to the ceil­ing. Resari squirmed abit more while she could feel the beast turn­ing her upside­down. She cursed her loose cloth­ing, the skirt drop­ping down­wards and reveal­ing her panties, and her shirt strug­gling to keep her chest from falling out as well.

Resari’s mouth was bound by a vine wrapped around her head, but she still mum­bled and groaned out her protests. The plant mon­ster had no mind to obey or even to con­sider the elf’s protests in the least, send­ing two of it’s thin­ner vines down by the girl’s crotch, the plant rub­bing cru­ely against her slit as it entwined about the cloth panties.

With a mightly yank and a growl from the mon­ster, Resari felt her under­wear rip straight off her body. She cried out of course, but the only response she got was her legs being spread wider, and the two vines that had yanked off the panties move up and start to rub and prod at the elven girl’s slit. Resari’s vio­let eyes burned bright in anger while she jerked her hips around against the vines, “Grrf ffa mhhh!”.
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The beast bel­lowed in… excite­ment, was the best word for it. It jos­tled Resari around for a few moments in the air, the girl end­ing up being bound up in a kneel­ing down posi­tion in the air, her arms wrapped up together behind her back. She growled loudly, but couldn’t do a thing as a vine snaked it’s way up into her vest, with one sharp tug, tore the cloth in two. Resari yelped out, her breasts burst­ing free into the dank air, bounc­ing and jig­gling abit, before they too, were encir­cled up by vines and held tightly.

Resari, being one elf who thor­oughly enjoyed hav­ing her chest played with, couldn’t help but let out a lit­tle moan at the tight grip the beast had on each of her breasts. She looked behind her shoul­der at the crea­ture, and went wide eyed at the sight. The plant mon­ster had climbed down from the ceil­ing and stood about eight feet tall on the ground, but the worst part was that the crea­ture also had an enor­mous erec­tion of what looked like a fleshy tree branch.

Now scared that she would meet her end being torn in two by a plant mon­ster, Resari wasn’t expect­ing the two small vines by her slit to move in a more force­ful way. One of them moved up to flick and prod at her clit, mak­ing her drip out in a mess despite not want­ing to. The other vine took the damp­ness as an invi­ta­tion, and planted itself right into Resari’s pussy.

She screamed and jerked around like a wounded ani­mal, the vine in her slit plung­ing back and forth quite vig­or­ously, mak­ing itself slick in her juices while it worked. Resari was given free­dom when the vine around her head let go of her, but when she opened her mouth to scream, the vine shoved for­ward past her lips. Now that it had the elf stuck between it’s vines, the crea­ture bel­lowed in it’s vic­tory, jerk­ing both vines around to drill her pussy and mouth roughly at the same time.

Resari grunted, defi­nately not being able to think of a way to get out of this mess, she was stuck to deal with the crea­ture till it got bored. The vines thrust­ing back and forth quite fast as it got going, the crea­ture seemed to have some sense of what it was doing, Resari could swear that it noticed her moan­ing at a cer­tain way it thrust into her slit and worked to thrust in just that way rapidly.

Twist­ing around in the air the Elf was turned about so the crea­ture could see what it was doing, now the vines around her breasts were also shift­ing and squeez­ing abit, the tips of the vines pok­ing and tug­ging roughly on her nip­ples. She had stopped fight­ing it now, and the crea­ture low­ered her down onto her knees while it thrust it’s vines. Occa­sion­ally it twisted the one in her pussy, the strange plant ten­dril made Resari moan out and her juices flow.

Body shak­ing vio­lently, Resari screamed out her orgasm around a vine. Her toes curled up and her head hung down, she didn’t even know what hap­pened next for a few min­utes till it hit her all at once. The vine in her slit had pulled out, but the crea­ture wasn’t even close to being done, with the vines on her nip­ples and clit rub­bing and prod­ding them a bit harder to keep her dis­tracted, Resari didn’t see that the plant crea­ture was sham­bling up closer to her.

Putting one heavy paw-like hand on her ass, the crea­ture yanked Resari back, and impaled her roseright onto it’s odd plant cock. Resari’s back snapped in an arc and the elf had even jerked her head back so fast to scream aloud in pain that the vine had been pulled out. “WRONG HOLE WRONG HOLE OUCH!!!!!!!” screamed the extremely in-pain Resari.

Resari’s eyes were wide, the vio­let glow was dim and she had to strug­gle just to stay con­sious. The creature’s paws held the elf by each ass­cheek, and started to ham­mer it’s huge length into her. She screamed and jerked about, but some part deep inside of her man­aged to enjoy it alit­tle bit, and her arousal spiked up some. Resari bucked for­ward at each thrust, her breasts jerk­ing around quite abit, but there wasn’t much else she could do but endure it.

Slam after slam, and thrust after thrust from the crea­ture was threat­en­ing to tear some­thing inside of Resari. She never took Alvar anally with­out lube and cer­tainly didn’t want to take an eight foot tall plant monster’s branch cock in there any­way. Feel­ing her ass go numb Resari was sure this wasn’t going to end to well for her, but before she could protest or any­thing, the crea­ture started to thrust it’s vine inside of her pussy again, pro­vid­ing a some­what ple­sant distraction.

It didn’t take to long before Resari’s legs pressed together and her cries of an orgasm ripped out, her juices splash­ing out of her and down her thighs. The crea­ture seemed to notice it and stop it’s thrust­ing entirely. It’s paws moved from her ass to her waist, tug­ging her free of his cock and toss­ing her over it’s shoul­der. Resari kicked weakly and grum­bled while being car­ried to the dark cor­ner of the room.

Some­how she was brought upwards, she thought she saw the vines of the beast shoot­ing upwards through some hole it was cov­er­ing up before, and the next time she could even see clearly, she nearly dropped her jaw. She had found her­self still on the crea­ture, but she was in a huge room that looked like a green­house… with about ten more of the plant mon­sters, all wak­ing up…

~At the Delta Camp

Alvar woke up with a start, he was fairly sure he felt Resi jerk about vio­lently in her sleep once. But this had been going on all night and he was start­ing to won­der why he didn’t wake her up yet. But he sat up, the cov­ers slip­ping down his bare chest as he put a hand on Resari’s shoul­der and shook it abit. “… gah! no… stu­pid… get outta my ass!…” Resari grum­bled in her sleep and rolled over onto her side, her rump prod­ding itself quite strongly against Alvar’s waist.

Well Alvar did hear that she didn’t seem to want any­thing in her rump, but the war­lock did like the invi­ta­tion she was giv­ing her by pre­sent­ing her­self like that. So with a grin he took hold of her waist and shifted around so he was in a good posi­tion to ease him­self into her rump, tak­ing a mana potion to lube up, of course.

How­ever, and unfor­tu­nately, the minute Alvar had got­ten his cock­head into Resi, he was rewarded by a quick elbow slam­ming up into his head with Resari jerk­ing about. Al’s head slumped over onto his pil­low as he rapidly lost con­cious­ness, the last thing he man­aged to say before black­ing out was “OK… I’ll ask… first…next time…”.

~End Story