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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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Nephandic is a con­tribut­ing poster here at Lead­un­der­ground and Gank Me and here’s the first part of a mul­ti­part story series based on the set of com­mis­sion pics he got from me. Here’s part one, it’s super hot so enjoy!

A Brewfest Affair by Nephandic

      Dusk set­tled over the orange and red land known as Duro­tar. The harsh col­ors of the ground faded as the light of the sun rolled under the hori­zon, slowly being soft­ened by the warm glow of the twin moons. A rolling sound of arti­fi­cial thun­der bounced off the dark walls of a canyon, echo­ing into the nooks and crags like fan­fare call­ing atten­tion to roy­alty. A lone mechano-hog rounded a rocky cor­ner, piloted by a white haired blood elf, and shifted into a higher gear. The sound of the engine flared, as the machine made its way up a small incline near the main path, head­ing for higher ground over the canyon road below. Los­ing con­tact with the ground, the bike’s tires spun freely in the air for a moment before the full weight of the machine came down upon the shocks with a solid thump. The col­lapsi­ble side­car, jos­tled against its moor­ings with a loud rat­tle, and the dri­ver let out a deep slow breath. He was pleased.

      Nihil smiled as he pushed his foot down onto the clutch and shifted gears, eye­ing the flat and almost table like out­growth of rocks ahead of him along the sides of the canyon road. He glanced to his left, look­ing down into the canyon for any signs of activ­ity but did not see any. Few peo­ple liked to travel the canyons at night, pre­fer­ring to avoid the harpy patrols that some­times took flight in the area. Nihil shook his head a bit, and ran a hand through his goa­tee think­ing about the last time he’d had a run in with such a patrol and the mess he had made. Slow­ing the bike down, he pulled up to the edge of the rock he was on and took a look around.

      A lazy smoke cloud drifted into the sky in the dis­tance behind him, mark­ing the small set­tle­ment of Razor Hill. He had come from fur­ther beyond the out­post already, hail­ing from the small Dark­s­pear vil­lage of Sen’Jin. An old friend had decided to move back to that area, and Nihil had slipped out that way to pay the old troll mage a visit. After a day of sto­ries about the “good old days” and more than a cou­ple drinks, he had set his sights on mak­ing it back to Orgrim­mar to rest for the night before mov­ing along to parts unknown. Tug­ging the clutch with his foot, Nihil shut the mechano-hog off and leaned a lit­tle to the left where the kick­stand auto­mat­i­cally extended itself. The rum­ble of the engine faded off into the dusk.

      He stretched his right arm back and unfas­tened the but­tons on one of the bike’s stor­age bags. He pulled out a smaller satchel of fra­grant enchanted tobacco with papers. Push­ing in a small knob on the con­sole of the mechano-hog, he cleared his throat and laid out a paper and quickly sprin­kled out the dried leaf. Nim­ble fin­gers made quick work, and rolled a cig­a­rette that he licked closed and placed between his lips. The knob on the con­sole popped itself back out, and he raised the red glow­ing end to his face light­ing his fix. He inhaled deeply, felt the smoke travel down into his chest and the slight tin­gle of magic from the Infi­nite Dust that was used to cure this blend move into his bloodstream.

      Nihil’s long ears twitched, catch­ing an echo­ing sound com­ing from fur­ther up the canyon road. He exhaled a dark blue smoke, and set the cig­a­rette into the cor­ner of his mouth while both feet planted into the ground. He stood up from the bike and nar­rowed his eyes to catch a glimpse of the source. Some­one was bang­ing on some­thing with ham­mers by the sound of things, though he could not say where at this point. Reach­ing up, he grabbed the cig and flicked it lightly remov­ing the scant bit of ash at the end before draw­ing in another toke and restarted the bike. The mechano-hog’s engine turned over, and the kick­stand pulled itself back in as Nihil dropped the machine into gear to move fur­ther down the canyon top in search of that noise.

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