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Gank Me Issue 4 pg 39

1 Aug

Gank Me Issue 4 pg 39

So here comes the end of issue 4! Its been a stu­pid ride with lots more downs than ups but at last this one is wrapped up and the next one is get­ting ready for launch.


Missed the rest of the issue? Read it HERE

Gank Me: Capture The Flag

20 Jul

Well writ­ten tale of bat­tle­grounds by my good buddy Vit­a­min W of Swan actu­ally not suck­ing the bat­tle­grounds (As she only does when he runs her). Enjoy the show!

TAG: not porn but funny

Swan buried her dag­ger deep in the last orc’s back, then grabbed the hilt and kicked him for­ward off of it, dead, then instinc­tively faded
into the shad­ows. There. Now their con­voy could carry the Horde flag safely into the tun­nel and win these stu­pid lit­tle wargames their
Warchief had set up in lieu of a REAL bat­tle, and she could.… wait.

Look­ing across the Gulch, she saw some blond, blood elf trol­lop hunter dash­ing with their own blue flag. She jumped and did a lit­tle
pirou­ette as she ran into their own tun­nel, com­pletely unop­posed by any of the mer­ce­nar­ies the Grand Alliance had hired to fight this
lit­tle proxy war. The pay was ok for some­one in between jobs like she was, but it didn’t
exactly lure the most élite free­lance tal­ent in the land.

Come on guys! I can’t be every­where!” she yelled, not tak­ing into
account that she was now an invis­i­ble, dis­em­bod­ied voice com­ing from
a low lau­relthorn bush. “Let’s go kill that elf and get the flag
back.” She put two fin­gers to her lips and gave a shrill whis­tle. Her
faith­ful win­ter­saber proved that occa­sion­ally a cat actu­ally will
come when called, deftly swung a leg over and was rid­ing full speed
towards the makeshift orcish lum­ber mill/fortress thing.

To her amaze­ment, a hand­ful of mer­ce­nar­ies actu­ally fol­lowed her
rather than run­ning around lost, as was the ten­dency for the “tal­ent“
hired into these bat­tles. She had been assigned to a pla­toon of
mer­ce­nar­ies who, like her­self, weren’t quite ready to make the trip to
Out­lands. Still, it wasn’t her fault she hadn’t got­ten around to the
mil­i­tary train­ing like dag­ger­play and dodg­ing and fly­ing. There were
just so many pretty side quests to try out on the way… some of them
sin’dorei…

She looked over her shoul­der and saw a rugged my not entirely
unhand­some night elf war­rior on another saber, and a scrappy dwarvish
hunter on one of those goat things. Since she had rid­den off first,
they appeared to think she was the leader or some­thing. She blushed
at that thought. I just want to stab peo­ple and get paid! she
thought. But appar­ently the diplo­mats argu­ing the Ashen­vale issue got
more favor­able terms in the ongo­ing lum­ber nego­ti­a­tions if their side
won more in these war games. some­thing about the same bat­tle savvy
apply­ing to a real war should one break out, while spar­ing both sides
the actual sol­diers for an Alterac-sized con­flict while Northrend
loomed large. The bot­tom line was they all got bet­ter ben­e­fits if
they won. They’d win more if some­one would lead, or at least fake it
a lit­tle bit.

So, uh, we go in as a team, find that elf wench, and kill her together.”

Yup.”

Right.”

So far so good.

They dis­mounted and ran into the cen­ter of the enemy court­yard. Nothing.

Where?! They had to be around somewhere.

Swan scanned the area with keen elvish eyes and saw a flut­ter of move­ment. “The roof! They’re on the roof!”

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A Brewfest Affair — Finale(with pics)

13 Jul

A Brewfest Affair — Finale(with pics)

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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…)

A Brewfest Affair — Part I

28 Apr

A Brewfest Affair — Part I

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!
Brewfest Afterparty 01
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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THOSE Guys!">Gank Me Side Dish: Not THOSE Guys!

22 Jan

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…and page 32 of reg­u­lar series drops on Feb 1st so stay tuned for that. In the mean time have the first page of a short that was going some­where and derailed to some­where weirder. No it won’t be in color.

YES THIS COMIC IS NSFW! DP on first panel!


Issue 4 page 29

22 Oct

Issue 4 page 29

Issue 4 page 29 in both Vir­gin and Texted edi­tions

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Gank Me! Issue 4 page 28

3 Oct

Gank Me! Issue 4 page 28

Issue 4
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Alvar and Swan meet up once again but not for the sort of rematch one might expect for a guy who got robbed blind, poi­soned, and sta­pled to a tree the last time they saw each other. And Moondai and Resi think of the best thing to do while on an all night stakeout…that doesn’t involve coffee.

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Gally is Crazy 02

1 Oct

Gally is Crazy 02

Sec­ond page of “Gally is Crazy”. This short two pager is actu­aly sort of impor­tant as it’s a lead in to some­thing else.

October Gift Paper

29 Sep

October Gift Paper

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!


Gank Me Side Quest: Sand Action

12 Aug

Gank Me Side Quest: Sand Action

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“Alright that’s good for tonight. Every­body drop your swords off at the black­smith and report back here at dawn tomor­row. Any ques­tions?” A row of ner­vous and klutzy new recruits stared at their teacher as she spoke. A lithe elven female dressed in fierce red and sil­ver armor lec­tured them as she walked up and down the line of stu­dents, her heavy sword clank­ing against her slen­der thigh as she moved. Her glow­ing pur­ple eyes could be seen through the slit in her helm as she turned to face the group once again. “Ok, you are dis­missed Deltas!” She said smartly as the rab­ble limped off to tents and ham­mocks, tired from the day’s training.

Hard to believe that was ever us huh eh Resari?” The knight turned to face the speaker, pulling her helm off in the process. “Clue­less new­bies with crap hand me down armor and no skills.”

Wasn’t that long ago for you Alvar, I still remem­ber your first day here. You didn’t even have armor and seemed to think that tailor’s shears counted as your required weapon.” Resari smirked, shak­ing her soft golden hair out of her face as she walked toward the war­lock. Her plate mail clad feet crunched on the dusty ground as she kicked a few rocks out of her way disdainfully.

Hey, I offed quite a few zom­bies with those before I got here thank you!” He grunted as he gave her a slight shove in the side. The heav­ily armored knight stood next to him to watch the new guild recruits head to their tents, most drag­ging their feet, too tired to move. Unlike the rest of the guild train­ers, Alvar was not at guild camp by choice. He hated every moment he had to train new recruits and made sure that every­body he worked with knew it. Most of the other train­ers avoided him for that rea­son besides his bad tem­per but Resi knew where he was com­ing from and seemed to have more patience for the rather bitchy warlock.

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