Lead Underground.net: Uncanny Erotica

This is a really long 4 part story by my friend Resari about Swan and Resi’s con­test to see who’s the bet­ter lay with poor (or very lucky) Al stuck in the mid­dle! No need to read four dif­fer­ent chap­ters now, get it all in one page!

This story was writ­ten for me by Resari and she has given per­mis­sion to post it up here on the site as well as in its nor­mal home on DN. With­out fur­ther ado…read on.

A Con­test of Vixens

Swan and Resari the elf pal­adin bat­tle for the right to be called the hottest lover for Alvar.

An evening’s night out­side the town of Ratchet were nor­mally filled with many dif­fer­ent sounds; For one the rap­tors made a rukus when they hunted, sec­ondly the gob­lins were hardly quiet in their exper­i­ments, and third the nearby camp of a horde trainees had an almost ear­split­ting scream every night, some­times mul­ti­ple times a night. This night was no dif­fer­ent, the loud sounds echoed through the night air, how­ever the screams from the camp were not present. If the gob­lins of Ratchet had both­ered to lis­ten though they would prob­a­bly wel­come the lack of the sound from the camp, in which the inhab­i­tants were all sleep­ing quite soundly for once.

At one of the lesser oasis in the Bar­rens stood three elven fig­ures, the first was a woman of aver­age height and build for a blood elf female, she wore a black vest that had an low cut neck­line that seemed to be designed to show off her cleav­age more than any­thing else, and a dark red skirt that hung down to her knees, her feet were clad only in black shoes. She had pale skin and short blonde hair kept up in a pony­tail. Her green eyes were locked on the other woman, a night elf.

The night elf woman stood across from the blood elf woman, she was wear­ing a rather worn out set of leather armor with sev­eral mis­matched pieces here and there. The pieces of leather do not cover all of her skin or the var­i­ous scars of past bat­tles etched onto her. The woman’s peri­win­kle blue skin made the look work though. Her pearly white hair hang­ing from her shoul­ders as she stood with her hands on her hips and look­ing across to the other woman, her sil­very shim­mer­ing eyes meet­ing the green glow unblinkingly.

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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.

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