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The Way of the World
🕑 Added 2024-06-19 09:03:52 +0000 UTC"Oh Light..."
Whitemane moaned, a sound all too common in the holy halls of the monastery, her lover's member twitching between her legs. She inquisitively squeezed her shapely thighs together, gasping into his mouth as she felt him twitch between them in response, a shiver rolling its way down her spine.
"Oooh, at your side, milady..."
The High Inquisitor's entourage were not quite as demure as their leader, nor as much in control of themselves as the orcs, Whitemane noting from the corner of her eye how Durand pushed his, admittedly, rather considerable girth between the orcess' legs, emulating her own situation to no small degree.
"Nogu ag maza gul lok'amon..."
The orc's guttural language rumbled in her ear, and her back arched as a rough, calloused hand grabbed one of her buttocks, giving it a rough squeeze. She uncoiled her tongue from her lover's and turned her head, plump lips curving into a coy smile at the new arrival, who stared at her with no small amount of fire in his eyes.
"Rega kagg gesh."
His words, whatever they meant, were hardly needed - the orc removing his hand from her behind before taking his massive, swollen member in a firm grip and slapping it across her buttocks, twice. Her hand instinctively drifted towards it, quickly replacing his fingers with her own, the gold and red of her gloves standing in stark contrast to his deep green skin as she began dutifully pumping his length.
"Patience..." She murmured, watching how he bristled under her care, log warm and firm in her hand. A wet sound and a pop echoed out into the hall, and she noted the orcess' already on her knees, tending to her men with immense vigor, Durand having one of his hands on the woman's head and one of his hip as he stood and simply let her please him. Her stomach jolted in excitement, and just as she had anticipated, a massive hand placed itself on her shoulders, Whitemane feeling her own knees go weak as she sunk to the floor, shades of green flocking around her.
"All in due time..." The High Inquisitor found the time to mumble, before her mouth too became too busy for words.
In all honesty, this, all of it, had just been a matter of time.
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Felt like some green butt and figured that Whitemane deserved another shot at the spotlight, so here's some more warcraft! Something of a simpler wallpaper, but I do like to highlight some particularly great aspects of models that might not get the focus they deserve for more zoomed out scenes. Hope you enjoy it folks :)
And thank you, as always, for your continued support and for all of your kind words. High time to get some food prep going so I have something to eat once I return from the gym - in the meantime, hope you're doing well out there, wherever you might be.
Take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH
