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TAG:het­ero, oral, anal, money shot,ass to mouth, orc, blood elf,illustrated

RATING: ADULT

A Brewfest Affair: Finale by Nephandic

Kira leaned back and put her arms behind her which made her elbows prop her up. She let out a laugh, her breasts and stom­ach bounced with the hearty­ness of her amuse­ment, while the rem­nants of the beer dripped down to the table. She grinned in a preda­tory way and spread her legs wide while she brought her feet up to the edge of the table she lay on. No words were said, but one of her hands came up and hov­ered over her pussy, her fin­gers curled and made a “come here” movement.

Nihil stepped for­ward and grabbed his saliva coated dick by the base. He lined him­self up over the slick­ened Kira and whipped his stiff mem­ber down onto her folds. A wet smack echoed from the impact and he smiled as Kira’s grin dis­ap­peared into an open mouth as she moaned. He grinned, and pushed the length of his shaft between Kira’s thick green folds and shifted his hips back. His length ground into her as he leaned over her and licked droplets of left­over beer from her breasts.

“Okay stud,” Kira gasped, “You win.”

“Some­one seems a lit­tle anx­ious,” Nihil laughed. “When was the last time you got laid?”

“Too fuck­ing long.” Kira’s teeth clamped together as she reached down with one hand and grabbed Nihil’s mem­ber. A booted foot came around behind Nihil’s back which put the heel into one of his cheeks. Her eyes nar­rowed and she bumped him. A quick move­ment of her hips, which she bucked up, lined his cock up with her open­ing. Her heel ground into his flesh and she pulled him for­ward. (more…)

TAG:het­ero, oral, food play, orc, blood elf
RATING: ADULT

A Brewfest Affair: Part 3 by Nephandic

Nihil pushed the thick amber col­ored cur­tains aside and stepped into the dimly lit keg stor­age tent. He blinked his eyes and looked around, tak­ing in the sur­round­ings. A long table was set with sev­eral tankards filled with var­i­ous brews, and a long work­bench was lined with rows of wooden kegs tapped to serve and sate the thirst of many Brewfest attendees.

His eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim light­ing of the tent which was pro­vided by small lanterns hung on the sup­port poles, while a sec­ondary light source came from small can­dles lit on a nearby table. He looked around, and found the tent empty, no sign of Kira at all.

“Kira?” he called out and ran a hand through his hair. “Where did you get off to?”

“I haven’t got­ten off yet!” came the reply from behind him as a hand slipped around his waist and squeezed into him.

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(And yes said comic isn’t artis­tic bril­liance but I think it’s not half bad for quick lamer sketch with one hand in a tray fulla sheep eye­balls mkay?)

RATING: R
TAGS: Straight

Nihil rolled over in his bed, and ran a hand over his face as his eyes slowly opened from a deep sleep. A moment of panic washed over him before it faded, as mem­ory took over and he could place where he was at. The Spar­tan inn room he had secured lay dark around him, though it was not exactly quiet. His eyes adjusted to the dark while his keen ears honed in on the noise that came from the foot of his bed. His squire, Rez­gar, snored loudly bun­dled up on the floor in a bedroll. Nihil pushed him­self up from the bed and leaned over the side to glance down at the young orc and let out a sigh. He felt a mix­ture of anger, and an ache of dis­ap­point­ment, one that largely stemmed from his blue balls, as the very recent mem­ory of a wet naked troll woman flashed through his mind. Rez­gar con­tin­ued to snore, unaware of the Blood Knight that looked him over, and rolled over to lay on his side.

Nihil kicked his legs over the edge of the bed, and turned to sit up. He pushed the blan­kets away, and felt the small prickle of goose­flesh as it raced up his bare torso from the slight chill of the room. He stretched a lit­tle with a yawn and rolled his shoul­ders back with loud cracks as his joints popped. He moved with a pur­pose, and grabbed up his shirt and slid into his boots. His stom­ach growled as he stood and unlatched his door, and left the room in search of some­thing for breakfast.

As he walked down the steps, the scent of cook­ing meat and bak­ing pas­tries filled his nos­trils. Another grum­ble of his stom­ach urged him on, as his ears became aware of a large num­ber of patrons up very early at the inn. Nihil had to blink for a moment to make sure that his eyes were not deceived at the gath­ered mass of peo­ple. Tau­ren, Orcs, Ogre’s, Trolls, Blood Elves, For­saken, every race that com­prised the horde was rep­re­sented at least three fold from wall to wall. The inn was busy, very busy. Bar­maids went from table to bar, and back again with loads of food and drink for their hun­gry cus­tomers. He cleared his throat, and made his way through the crowd towards the bar..

“Bar­keep?” Nihil said, look­ing towards a griz­zled older orc fill­ing a tankard with a dark stout.

The old orc was gray about the head and beard. His skin a mot­tled green color that had a dull almost wax like pal­lor to it. He looked up towards Nihil and nod­ded, “What can I do for you, Pal­adin?” A pair of rings jut­ted out from pierc­ings that were bored through his tusks and shook when he spoke.

“I’d like to get a bite to eat for myself, and my lazy squire. Noth­ing spe­cial, just some of those meat pies I smell cook­ing in the kitchen.” Nihil fetched a hand­ful of sil­ver coins and laid them down onto the bar top.

“We should have some ready in a few min­utes, is that all?” The bar­keep ges­tured to the crowd, “I’ve got one hell of a bunch of cus­tomers thanks to Brewfest.”

“Yes, that’s all,” Nihil nod­ded to the bar­keep, and gave a look over the patrons of the inn. “Tell me, why are they up and around so early?”

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For the few of you who still read this comic, here’s a reward for stick­ing here all this time. Have a free Brewfest paper!