Daffyd Wildhammer 02 - Last Night in Ramkahen (Smut) WIP

Daffyd stepped on the balcony at the inn in Ramkahen in the desert region of Uldum, only the moisture from the Vir'naal River stopping the dry air from being a dust-laden hell. Sandstorms aside, Daffyd found the area and mysterious ruins fascinating, not the least because of the Tol'vir.

The Tol'vir were the descendants of an ancient race, created by the Titans to guard the Titan's tombs, many of which had long fallen into ruins. The Tol'vir had been created with stone skin, but an ancient curse from the Old Gods had turned the stone to flesh. When Deathwing returned, the Tol'vir found themselves pitted against the Neferset Tol'vir, who served Deathwing, who promised to restore them to their ancient stone-skinned forms.

"What sight can possibly be more appealing than the view from the bed," asked Valencia from within the inn room. Valencia Blacksong was the reason why Daffyd had come to Ramkahen; some time ago she had hired Daffyd to guide her from Gadgetstan in Tanaris to Ramkahen so she might pursue the translations of recovered scrolls that were her passion. The trip had been dangerous; there were many treasures in Uldum, and its antiquities were popular amongst the indolent wealthy with pretentions of sophistication, and the fear and adrenaline had resulted in bedsport when Daffyd had guided her successfully to the city. Valencia did have some vices that were impossible to legally obtain through normal channels, and so Daffyd made semi-regular trips to Ramkahen with a case of Silvermoon Port, and concealed stashes of Bloodthistle.

Valencia paid well, and the periodic 'bonus' of her company was added incentive. She had taken delivery of her shipment at the house in Ramkahen she rented; a small house functioned as a library and office for Valencia's scholarly pursuits, with a tiny bed stuffed into one corner. Daffyd had 'consulted' with the palace official Kazemde, a Tol'vir whose remit included finding accommodations for visiting foreigners like Daffyd. For a modest fee, Daffyd had been given the metaphorical keys (Tol'vir had no door locks) to a comfortable house whose bedchamber was rather luxurious.

Valencia

Valencia had come in the night like a sensuous specter, taking full advantage of her Ren'dorei affinity for the Void and shadow magics to appear at his front door virtually unseen. She had dressed in a a burgundy red dress that was floor-length. but had slits all the way up her thigh, showing  lots of slim, muscular leg encased in lilac silk fishnet stockings Daffyd could see that she wore a simple pair of black sandals. Her hair was a tangle of green tendrils that reminded Daffyd that Valencia was as deadly as if her hair had contained serpents; she was a mistress of the dark arcane Void magics.

Fortunately, she liked Daffyd.

She had filled his arms with her slender form and captured his mouth with a fervor that left no imagination as to how much she had missed him while he had been away. Her body molded itself to his, and her mouth nibbled at his lips teasingly. She moved her attention to his throat, her sharp, almost vampiric canines marking him with bruises; it would claim his as her own for the duration of his stay.

"Miss me much?," Daffyd asked. 

Valencia tore her mouth away from where it was devouring his shoulder. "Maybe," she said, working his way down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as she worked her way south. "I mean, why would I miss you?" she asked, rhetorically. "I mean, after all, you bring me letters and news from the outside world," she continued, stopping long enough to suck Daffyd's nipples into her mouth. He moaned, and she continued, her mouth traveling lower. "You bring me the things in life that make living in exile bearable... my wines, my cheese, and my smoke." She stopped at his waist, and undid the leather belt holding up his trousers. "And most importantly, you bring me this," she said, fishing his cock out from the confines of his soft mageweave underwear. "A nicely-sized hard phallus, the only one within a hundred miles sized for use without being split in half by a monster kitty cock; even a small Tol'vir erection would be harmful ... although I do know some of my cousins whose cunts would drool at the prospect." She laughed. "I'm not into that much pain."

"How much pain do you like? asked Daffyd, curiously. 

"None of your business!" she grinned. "What I do want, though, is a nice, long ride to remind me of why men are worth all the trouble." She stroked his hardening cockshaft gently, the way one might pet a shy stray cat, and like the cat Daffyd wanted to purr.

She licked the cockshaft, eliciting noises of pleasure. "So first... we do this!", she said, engulfing his purple engorged cock head and half his shaft into her talented mouth. "Your first load... lets get that drained," she said, running her tongue around the bulbous head, using two fingers to pump his shaft. 

"I am entirely at your disposal," Daffyd agreed. Valencia smiled. "Yes, you are... now, as I am not fond the the taste... lets send your first load straight to my belly." She took his cock deeply into her mouth and down her throat. Grabbing his hands, she guided them to her hair. 

The two of them swiftly established a rhythm, him guiding the pace with his hands in her hair. The muscles in her throat flexed and massaged his entire length. "How does she breathe?," he wondered, and then he surrendered himself to the hedonistic pleasure of a skilled fellatrix. 

Steel Rose Song Night

 Every night when the dancing begins. musicians are encouraged to come up to the stage, and prime the audience for the dancers' performances to come. This night, a ancient gnome with a swatch of pink hair, threaded with the silver that comes with age, faced the audience.

"This song was written by the sole survivor of the demonic assault on their position; the defenders of Hyjal were desperately trying to finish their preparations for the demons. Several bands of volunteers deployed at choke points to slow the Burning Legion advance. Many of them died under demon claws and fangs, but a few, deeply wounded, managed to survive. The delaying action bought the defenders crucial time, and as you can see, we are still here. Azeroth survived."

A respectful silence settled on the crowd as the gnome strummed his lyre and began ((Sung to Garetrh Brooks' IRELAND))

"They say Azeroth is bleeding

With every warlock soul is born.

They summon Sargarath's minions 

Demon eyes are full of scorn.

They snarl and bleed corruption

Twisting beast and tree alike

Assaulting sacred Mount Hyjal

Nordrassil the target of their strike.

We are twenty against hundreds

In the Night Elves desperate war

Astride the road we will be fighting

Until the demons overwhelm our score.

They will wait until the evening,

As they are weakened by the sky. 

The Hammers of Magni all stand ready

No alternative but to die.

Ironforge, I'm coming home

I can see the snow-capped peaks 

and hallways made of stone.

I'm leaping out over fiery gorge

I' coming home, Ironforge.

Captain Tbelle, she lays bleeding

And she groans and sas to me

"Our men are now yor for the healing,

In this fel-damned catastrophe.

And I look up all around me

I see warrior, mage, and priest.

Our job to slow the demons down

and gain half an hour at least.

Ironforge, I'm coming home

I can see the snow-capped peaks 

and hallways made of stone.

I'm leaping out over fiery gorge

I'm coming home, Ironforge.

Now the smoke is deep and heavy

As we chain our pains and fears.

Terror in their screaming,

They approach our line and grow near.

There are no words to be spoken

Just a look to say goodbye.

We charge before they're ready

And they die to Dwarven battle cry!

Ironforge, I'm coming home

I can see the snow-capped peaks 

and hallways made of stone.

I'm leaping out over fiery gorge

I'm coming home, Ironforge."

The audience cheered,  banging their fists on the table, and a shower of coin began to flow to the stage. 

"Cassia, wasn't the Hammers of Magni Uncle Gryffonclaw's... " began Snow, but Cassia interrupted him, tears in her eyes. "Yes... the song was written by a healing paladin named Dayn FitzSilver." She grinned through her tears. "He has not sung that since I was a babe."

((Wrote this when WoW came out of Beta and my main hooked up with an almost all-Dwarf guild called The Hammer of Magni. Been lost for quite awhile.))

Daffyd Wildhammer 01 - Last Night in Ratchet (Smut)

 Daffyd moaned as a pair of goblin lips teased his left earlobe while a different goblin's hands softly massaged his cockshaft and scrotum. The indulgent pleasure of his last night in Ratchet drained the last of the gold from his purse, but there was always more gold to be had; Southsea Freebooters to the south in Gadgetstan, a camp south of Ratchet in the desert of Tanaris, buccaneers across the sea at Booty Bay... there was a standing bounty for their deaths, which meant that Daffyd spent a lot of his time travelling between the three mercantile centers, replenishing his funds to pursue his mail goal; hunting and destroying Twilight Hammer cultists wherever they might be found.

Daffyd Wildhammer

Daffyd had been found amidst the ruins of a merchant caravan in the area called the Twilight Highlands, although at the time it was merely the Highlands; there were no other survivors, and no clue as to which of the corpses were family. At eight years old he was adopted into the Wildhammer clan, and raised by the Wildhammer community.

Cho'gall, who worshiped the vile Old Gods, brought the Twilight Hammer to Grim Batol, allied with allied with Deathwing and claimed the Twilight Highlands as its base of operations. The black dragonflight drove off the agents of the red dragonflight who guarded Grim Batol (now at [19, 54]) so that it may be used as a fortress for training Deathwing's minions. The cultists and Deathwing's minions spread death and destruction, and the community which had raised him fell to fire and foul sorcery. Daffyd and other Wildhammer survivors assembled at the Alliance stronghold of Highbank. He served as a scavenger for the forces of the Alliance, hunting beasts for their meat and hides, taking the opportunity to hunt Twilight Cultists wherever they might be found.

Eventually he found his way to Sithilis, and began his cycle of killing pirates to fund his vendetta against the Twilight cultists in Sithilis. Spending so much time in goblin territory had its compensations; goblin chefs were masters of their art. And goblin courtesans did their best to get clients to part with every coin they had with a ruthless efficiency and well-honed skill. 

Daffyd had prepaid for tonight's lodging, tomorrow's breakfast, and shome refreshments for Zwerka and Felcha, who were ostensibly sisters who didn't mind sending Daffyd off to sleep with a bang, so to speak. It was the goblin custom to pay by the orgasm, so that they could bring the customer off as fast as possible, and go seeking further patrons. Daffyd had paid for three orgasms. 

"We might be here all night!" whined Zwerka. 

"It's an unfair contract!" complained Felcha. 

"And yet... it's not my fault you didn't check beforehand, and a contact is a contract," Daffyd said smugly.

Both Zwerka and Felcha allowed that this was so, and the three of them repaired to Daffyd's inn room. The goblin women alternated stripping off their street clothes with relieving Daffyd of his armor and weapons. Zwerka began to nibble and bite Daffyd's neck and ear while Felcha stroked his growing cockshaft and scrotum. 

They murmured their appreciation of Daffyd's whipcord-lean body, his short, blond hair, and made appreciative noises about the size of Daffyd's six-inch, thick cock. Daffyd was aware that they probably would have made the same noises about a middle aged, paunchy merchant, and praised his erection regardless of their true opinions; flattering the customer was the wisest course of action. Still, he hoped that they would not find pleasuring him too much of a chore.

Zwelka

Not for the first time, Daffyd noticed and appreciated that the goblin women wore lingerie that stoked a male's visual senses while doing nothing to impede access to their womanly charms; Zwerka wore a purple teddy with garter and translucent stockings. The panties of the outfit was open, the delicate lace framing her succulent cunt. Her breasts were pushed up my a shelf that left her erect lime green nipples bare, beckoning enticingly to her lovers' mouths. Felcha's outfit was a tight leather corset that also displayed her breasts, and her garter belt also showcased her legs in grey stockings; however, the goblin's panties were not crotchless and open. She wore no panties, and her labia glistened with moisture.

Both had worn skirts and sheer blouses upon arriving, and watching them divest themselves of any vestige of propriety had raised an instant reaction from Daffyd's constraining trousers. They had pushed him on the bed and had unceremoniously added his trousers and boots to their pile of blouse and skirt. 

"Felcha and I so enjoy visits from our Alliance friends,: purred Zwelka as she bit his neck just under his ear. "I prefer men who bathe regularly." Most of their Horde customers were either Orcs and Tauren from Crossroad, and Orcs considered bathing to be a decadent indulgence of the weak. Goblins bathed sparingly, as time spent in the bath was time they were not acquiring wealth, and Tauren... the scent of wet Tauren was worse than unbathed. Of the Horde races, only the Sin'dorei had a tradition of hygiene.

"While it is certainly pleasant being kissed and nibbled on by such a beautiful lady, some of us prefer to taste than be tasted," Daffyd said, rolling slowly onto Zwelka, sprawling her onto her pretty backside. Sliding down her ample chest, boldly presented to him by her lingerie. He sucked gently on the erect, puffy nipples, enjoying her moans of pleasure. His hands squeezed their fullness and he began to alternate sucking ever harder and biting the nipples, latching on and pulling with his teeth.

While Daffyd did this, Felcha pulled his hips up high so she could move beneath his cock. She took the head and first inches into her luscious, soft lips and used three curled fingers to stroke the remaining exposed shaft. Daffyd went from mostly erect to almost painfully hard as she bathed his cockhead in her saliva, swirling her tongue, tracing the sensitive skin behind the crest of the ridge. 

As Zwelka enjoyed her breasts being ravished, Daffyd decided he wanted more. Slowly he disengaged Felcha's delightful attentions th his cock, and pulled her up besides her sister. Daffyd moved even lower, and spread Felcha's snatch wide. "Such a clever girl, wearing no panties," he praised as he French-kissed her glistening cunt, tasting the evidence of ehr enjoyment. His tongue massaged her labia as he suckled on her distended clitoris, sucking it as he had her sister's nipples. Two of his fingers began probing the entrance, while another finger rubbed at the tight sphincter of her ass. 

"Fuuuuuck..." Felcha moaned, and Daffyd chuckled. "Not yet, little goblin, but soon!" he promised, his voice muffled by her intimate flesh. He continued to abuse and tease her hard pleasure button with mouth, tongue, and teeth while two of his fingers pushed into her tight, constricting entrance. He felt her began to move in time with his fingers, slowly pushing herself onto them, craving, needing, begging him with her body to frig her tight cunt harder and faster. Daffyd obliged, feeling her cunt clamp down on his digits,making him work for every centimeter both coming and going. Harder and harder she fucked his hand, grinding her clit onto his mouth. With a low guttural moan she began a litany of goblin smut, her slutty, filthy mouth spewing what Daffyd hoped were endearments, confessions, and exhortations to make her orgasm. She crested, and her cunt spurted on his face and in his mouth, taking Daffyd by pleasant surprise. She almost collapsed back onto the bed, and Daffyd fell to her side, between Falcha and her sister.

Zwelka saw this as an opportunity, and climbed onto Daffyd, leaning forward to clean Felcha's cunt effusions. "You don't need to do that..." Daffyd objected in a weak voice. 

"Oh, this isn't the first time I've cleaned my sister's juice from a client," she responded with a stroke of her tongue. "I love the taste of her, especially when she erupts like that... its even better than when I taste it still fresh from the oven!" What has started as a clean-up job evolved into a deep kiss, with her sucking on his tongue like a miniature cock. She felt his erection push against her generous ass seeking attention.

Zwelka moved while continuing their kiss, raising her hips up and positioning her mound over his straining cock. Slowly shespread her labia around th base of his cockshaft, thrilling at the aching pulse his cock made against her. :Hold still." she commanded, and masterbated his cockshaft with her cunt lips, grinding her clit against the hardness. Up and down she stroked, teasing his cockhead with her clenched entrance befirew slowly drenching his cockshaft with her wetness as her labia massaged his cock. She grinned malevolently as he began pushing against her, trying to ease the urgency he felt building. "Please, please, fuck me," he begged, and she replied with a feral glance.

"Make me!" she taunted.

Daffyd growled, taken over my animalistic need, the desire to mate and breed this saucy minx. Daffyd picked her up by her hips and threw her on her back, stabbing her with his cock. She spread her legs as wide as she could, taking his cock deep. Human cocks were longer and thicker than goblin cocks, and she felt an  erogenous discomfort as her cunt stretched to accommodate the girth while feeling the head of his cock press against the entrance to her fertile goblin womb. Zwelka eschewed using birth control with her clients; she loved feeling hot seed spread inside her, seeking to breed her slutty goblin body. 

She especially liked being fucked by a male forceful and driven beyond control, as she had with Daffyd. She had been pleased that he had made her sister cum with his mouth, a rare treat from a customer; usually it was Zwelka who made her sister orgasm with Zwelka's mouth against her cunt, cleaning a creampie out of Felcha after being filled by a satisfied customer. Each thrust of Daffyd's cock brought her closer to her own orgasm, each push against her womb by his aching cockhead a call for her cunt to contract and force his seed into her. She knew when she felt him cum deep inside her that it would push her over the edge; when she could provoke a savage fucking, it almost always did.

This time it was her ogram that pushed him over the edge, her eyes rolling back in her head as her cresting orgasm caught her by surprise. Daffyd was helpless to do anything but explode heavy ropes of his essence into her body, roaring like a beast as she bucked up again the cock impaling her. 

Moments later, Daffyd collapsed between the two goblins. While Zwelka recovered her composure, Felcha got dressed to go downstairs to the common room and fetch some Sweet Nectar and whatever snacks she might find. Billed to the room, of course... 

Zwelka looked at Daffyd with what in a human might pass for affection, and in a goblin might pass for greed, and said, with a self-satisfied smirk. "That's three orgasms. All done!"

"Wait a minute! I only came once!," objected Daffyd.

"No, the contract specified three, and you came, you made Felcha cum, and I came... oh Light, did I cum.  Three, and very generous of you," she smirked.

"... a contact is a contract," conceded Daffyd.

(WIP)