*Oghma here! So, I'm back to doing commissions, and thus I returned to the world of Azeroth. Once again we see Pyrista getting way in over her head due to strange circumstances. Hope you all enjoy this one, and I'll see you real soon for the next chapter of "The Preacher's Son."*
**Disclaimer; All OCs are used with explicit permission from their creators. All characters depicted in sexual situations within are of 18 years or older.**
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Pyrista slowly removed her clothes and left them on the floor in a scattered semi-pile. She was in no mood to organize her things. Unfortunately, all her clothes were being washed so she was going to have to sleep in the nude. With that, she wobbled over and just collapsed into the bed. How fortunate for her that Kimels had sprung for an extra room. It seemed like the only piece of good luck she'd had all day. Inbetween getting ripped off 700 gold for a pair of cursed pants, having a major orgasm in the middle of the town square in front of everybody, getting dp'd in a bathhouse and having to flee her old inn... she swore there had to be some kind of additional curse of bad luck in those pants. But then again if that were there, Kimels would have easily spotted it. Sadly, it seemed there wasn't any kind of supernatural explanation for her string of misfortunate events.
Well, in fairness it wasn't entirely fair to call today a complete loss. In the past 8 hours, she had had more orgasms than she had in the preceding 8 months. Just thinking about the sheer size of the cocks of the phantom, Worgen, and Tauren still sent shivers down through her body from head to hoof. And that rod used by her new goblin friend wasn't too bad either... did this make her a... what did the humans call it again? Size queen? Py had heard the term thrown around derogatorily here and there. Apparently it was frowned upon to like one's partner well-endowed. It didn't make much sense to her, but then again she hadn't really thought about it until recently...
Well, regardless of what she could call herself, all that pleasure had worn her out something fierce. If it hadn't been for Kimels, she probably wouldn't have been able to crawl, let alone walk anymore. But it seemed that even her magic couldn't do much for the fatigue. Why was she still dwelling on all this? Everything was fine right now. All she needed to do was close her heavy eyelids and let sleep take her. As if waiting for a cue, darkness washed over her mind and she drifted away to slumber.
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Kimels tossed and turned under the covers, it was well after midnight and still, she couldn't sleep. How could she? There was an absolutely gorgeous Draenei sleeping in the very next room! Sure, she had already pumped a few loads into her not a couple hours ago, but something about this Draenei just seemed to refill her balls with very little prompt. What was it about her that did this to her? Was it her gorgeous silver hair, sensual curves, lovely face, and snug yet stretchy pussy? No that couldn't be it, far too mundane of an explanation for all this, though those were certainly aggravating factors. Something about her personality... so naïve and sweet, and yet so innocently lewd at the same time. Could that be the reason? Well whatever it was, it had Kimels' testes working overtime. She could practically feel them sloshing with enough seed to repopulate Pyrista's race thrice over. Naturally, her cock started to follow suit, the blood flowing through her veins was quickly diverted to supply the beast with what it needed. Before too long it had grown uncomfortably large, slapped her abdomen and smeared precum all around. Kimels sighed in frustration, she'd have to do something about this if she ever wanted to get to sleep. She could just try jerking off, spirits knew she would be able to get it over and done with pretty quickly just from the memories of the last few hours. But that would only make the problem worse, the pale imitation her hand provided would never be enough. She needed a tight, wet hole (or two, or three...) to properly satisfy herself... but there was no way Pyrista would sleep through the whole thing. And how would she explain herself when she woke up? Well one way or another, this erection was not going to go away by itself.
All of the sudden, a lewd idea popped into Kimels' head. She now knew what the problem was all along; she had been overthinking things a bit too much. After all, as far as Pyrista knew she was just an extremely empathic healer with unusual methods. Therefore, all she really needed to do was create an ailment and then "solve" it! The only question was... what should she do? Another muscular ache? Nah, that wouldn't work. Not only would Pyrista wonder how it happened, but she might even think Kimels was bad at her job if the aches came back, and then she'd never let her "heal" her again! Perhaps a slight curse? Some kind of illness then. Yeah, that could work; An ailment that sprung up independent of her actions, as well as something that an adventurer could easily catch. Maybe give her a little nausea? No, that would end badly. Plus she really wasn't sure how she'd go about doing that anyways. Something simple then, like a sore throat. An early warning symptom rather than a full-on sign of infection, perfect.
So she had her plan to get some late-night nookie, and knew exactly how she'd go about accomplishing it. Only one question remained; Why was she still lying here? There were holes to fill and her boner wasn't going to be denied! With no more hesitation remaining, Kimels sat up and helped herself down off the bed. Though it was too dark to see the mirror, she didn't need to see it to take in the absurdly lewd sight that was her hardon straining the pajama bottoms. Already a damp spot had formed right where the tip was, and it was only going to get bigger very soon. Well then, she'd just have to take them off now, wouldn't she? Py was only one door down anyways, and she felt confident nobody would be walking around at this hour.
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Kimels slowly opened the door. The hinges were old and dotted with a little rust, so naturally it creaked. Luckily for her, it wasn't loud enough to wake the sleeping Draenei. Slowly and carefully, she tiptoed towards Pyrista, ensuring that she didn't put too much weight on the floorboards. Pyrista's breathing was soft, not quite a snore but it carried that same degree of idle sleepiness, indicating she was well immersed into dreamland. As carefully as she had opened it, Kimels shut the door behind her. Once again she heard a creak. It probably wasn't nearly as loud as it felt to her, nonetheless, it preceded a long moment of anxious silence as she waited to see how the Draenei reacted. Again, no sign of Pyrista stirring or waking up. With a soft sigh of relief, Kimels placed her pajamas down by the door and made her way to where the big blue prize was. As she approached the bed, she gently pried the covers off, exposing the Draenei's body to the open air. What luck! Pyrista was sleeping nude! Resting on her stomach, Pyrista's splayed hips and curvaceous ass seemed almost presented to Kimels. Ooh, this was going to be good.
It was a little difficult for the Goblin to get up on the bed, at least without shifting the mattress around too much. Still, she was nothing if not determined, and eventually, she was able to climb up and position herself behind Pyrista. What a spectacular view! Without the pretext of the massage, Kimels could take her time and just drink it all in. The soft, blue cushioning of her booty and the snug warmth of her pussy that she'd become oh-so intimately just made the goblin's cock swell with admiration. Kimels took a moment to break her gaze away to stare down at her tremendous erection. She couldn't remember ever seeing it this hard and throbbing. The veins were visibly pulsing with vital fluids, supporting a hardness that could shatter Titansteel. A little pre had already started to dribble from the tip, as if advertising that it wasn't just for show, but was fully capable of that primal purpose behind its design. Kimels could even swear it had grown an inch or two because of it. Still, this was no time to admire her own virility. After all, what good was it if she didn't put it to use?
With a quiet chant to the spirits of fire, Kimels gingerly brought her hand to Pyrista's neck. This was a tricky maneuver that required a lot of precision. Conjuring fire was one thing, but just heat was another matter altogether, especially when it was directed at such a tricky target. Focusing all her mana, Kimels directed the heat towards Pyrista's throat. Not much heat, but just enough to irritate the passage. After a moment or two, she could hear a soft instinctive cough emerging from her lips, perfect. Sooner or later she'd wake up with a burning scratchy throat, and her Shaman masseuse would come to her rescue! A minute or so passed without Pyrista waking up. It didn't take too long for Kimels to start getting impatient. Well... if she was gonna sleep so soundly, no sense in not taking advantage of that.
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Pyrista's dreams were usually so mundane. Sometimes she traversed through surreal landscapes, met with people that she had only heard of, or just simply soared through the air like a gryphon. Every now and then she got the occasional nightmare, like being pursued by the burning legion or falling off some endless precipice. Very rarely did she have anything close to an erotic dream. But right now this was a big exception.
Surrounding her on all sides was a veritable army of studs, completely naked and sporting equally huge muscles and manhoods. Pyrista couldn't see their faces, but she didn't really seem to mind, there were other things to concern herself with right now after all. Such as the tremendous tree-trunk of a cock ramming into her pussy. Or the other one in her ass. Or the ones in her hands... As a matter of fact, there didn't seem to be a single bit of wasted space on her body, everything that could take a cock currently did. Rather than being overwhelmed by it though, Pyrista took to the lewd act like a fish to water; Her tongue slathered along the length of the one in her mouth as she sucked hard. Her hands jerked up and down in smooth, rapid motions. And she did her best to clench and squeeze the two down below as she undulated her hips.
"Fuck yeah... take it all slut!" Came a growl from somewhere. The voice was deep and aggressive, yet without any further distinction to it. It was the sort of voice one would instinctively think of when one heard those adjectives. Py's subconscious mind wasn't really interested in diverting all that much effort into crafting new voices anyways. Still, it was enough to send a slight chill down her spine; A sensation wrought from both the willing degradation and the approval that she was doing a great job. Pyrista let loose a small gurgle of gratitude around the cock in her mouth.
Yet something was a little off, not that she would notice right now... While the pleasure was certainly intense, it wasn't nearly as overwhelmingly mind-shattering as one would expect from a gangbang of this magnitude. Indeed, all the sensations were muffled, as if they were dulled by some kind of spell. There was one exception, however; a burning sensation deep within her throat. But not the kind of ache she would receive from taking a big cock in there, but rather almost like a deep thirst.
Despite already being within a dream, Pyrista's eyes were shut tight in immersion to the act. Had she opened them to take stock of her surroundings, she might have noticed that there were no faces attached to her facsimile studs. There was no need for them, as they were serving their purpose regardless. In a way it could be seen as a reflection of her inner nature; As much as she tried to present herself as refined and ladylike, deep down she enjoyed being a slut. Not that she would ever admit it to herself mind you, at least not at the moment, but in the end, she was the only one fooled.
All of a sudden, the burning within her throat grew stronger and more intense. Though she didn't know it, the source came from without, a sensation drawn from the real world rather than the dreamscape. On her body's prompt, her mind recognized the outside stimuli and set about lifting her slumber to address it. All around her, the gangbang dissolved into the ether, lost forever in the depths of her subconscious. The phalli were the last to disappear, all the simulation dissipating along with them. It took her a while before she realized that this little pocket reality had faded away. No longer was she upright and pleasing a group. Instead, she was now sprawled face-first on the soft bed she had retired to, with her ass sticking upright to the open air.
