Lay On Hands: Ch. 8

 [Pre-story]My first new commission since my return, it's the triumphant return of everyone's favorite draenei, Pyrista! This one picks up in the middle of the action, so you might wanna go back and read the old chapters before you jump into this one!
As always, if you like what you read, check out [REDACTED] or join my Discord to hang out and talk about smut! Enjoy![/pre-story]

Lay On Hands: Chapter 8

Lay On Hands: Ch. 7

[Pre-Story] Lay On Hands continues! Pyrista's perfectly plush posterior gets pounded! Commissioned by the generous (and thankfully, patient) Pyrista!

As always, if you like what you read, [redacted][/pre-story] 

Lay On Hands: Chapter 7 

By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 5

[pre-story]By the horns continues! Nisha looks to settle the score! This chapter's shaping up to be pretty long, but I'd say it's lookin' like a pretty fun ride, so far. 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, enjoy! [/pre-story]

By The Horns: Chapter 7, Part 5 

Nisha pushed herself up to a sitting position, closing her eyes for a moment as she ran a hand through her hair, sweeping a stray lock out of her face and generally tidying it up a little after tossing her head around wildly. When she opened them again she looked up at Rhuno, still kneeling near the foot of the bed, and she flashed him a bright, playful smile. “Well? Come on, big guy, where do you want me?”

Lay On Hands: Ch. 6

[pre-story]Another chapter of Lay on Hands, courtesy of the lovely Pyrista! A little post-orgasmic cuddling quickly turns into a prelude to round two. 
As always, if you like what you reach, [redacted] Anyways, I hope you enjoy![pre-story]


Lay On Hands: Chapter 6 

“Mmmmh~” Rylinne hummed with satisfaction as she rolled off her wife’s prone form to lay beside her, her equine shaft bending for a moment before slipping out of Pyrista’s well-fucked pussy with a soft pop, a flood of thick, creamy spunk leaking out onto the sheets in its wake. It wasn’t quite soft, but it certainly wasn’t fully hard anymore, and it lay across one of Pyrista’s smooth sapphire blue thighs,  warm and heavy and softly pulsing as the last remnants of her massive load leaked from the flared tip. “That was amazing, baby.” Rylinne added with a purr after a moment, rolling back onto her side so as to gaze lovingly at her wife.

By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 4

[pre-story]By The Horns continues! Rhuno gets a surprise, and Nisha's surprised in turn! 

As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, Enjoy![/pre-story]

By The Horns: Locking Horns, Part 4

Wasting no time, Rhuno’s lips parted and his tongue stiffened and pushed forward, the tip of the wet pink muscle parting her folds as it probed for her entrance, running over her sensitive inner lips as it searched. Nisha let out a needy whine, but Rhuno didn’t keep her waiting long. The tip swiftly found her entrance and pushed inside, swiftly followed by inch after inch of delightfully textured tauren tongue as it delved inside her, bathing in the flood of her sweet juices, tasting her desperate need. Nisha let out a throaty moan, tugging on his horns to urge him deeper.

Lay On Hands: Ch. 5

[pre-story]Lay On Hands continues, thanks to the generous Pyrista! The action heats up as Rylinne decides to move somewhere a little more comfortable…  As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] Anyways, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story] 

Lay On Hands: Chapter 5

Pyrista blinked, confused. “A change of…” She muttered, repeating her wife’s words as her sex-addled mind tried to piece together their meaning. “WhaAAH!” She yelped in surprise as Rylinne’s hands shifted underneath her ample backside, lifting the blue-skinned beauty into the air once more, her weight supported only by those strong hands and the pulsing equine cock hilted inside her pussy. Pyrista clung to her wife’s shoulders for stability, mashing her grapefruit-sized breasts against Rylinne’s melons through the thin material of her shirt and letting out a soft moan. After that unexpected interruption, Pyrista felt even more sensitive than before, she could feel every pulse and throb of Rylinne’s fat, veiny cock deep inside her, feel it lever against her innermost walls as Rylinne turned toward the door… Wait.

By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 3

[pre-story]Rhuno and Nisha head up to his room, and Rhuno finally stops talking and puts his mouth to better use. 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted]
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy![pre-story] 

By The Horns: Locking Horns; Part 3 

Rhuno pulled the door shut behind them as they stepped into the room, then swiftly turned to Nisha, a smirk on his lips as one powerful arm coiled around her waist and pulled her body close, practically sweeping her off her feet in the process. Without a word, he closed his eyes and leaned down, his lips gently pursing… only to be stopped by a single, slender finger pressed against them. He froze in place as he opened his eyes once again, brow arched in confusion, only to meet Nisha’s glowing blue eyes as she looked up at him, her expression apologetic.

“Sorry, big guy. That was a pretty smooth maneuver, but no kissing on the lips.” Nisha explained.

Lay On Hands: Ch. 4

[pre-story] Lay On Hands Part 4! The girls are back, Pyrista finally strips off her skimpy armor, and Rylinne puts her horse-cock to work. Commissioned by the generous Pyrista. 

As always, if you like what you read,
[redacted]

 Anyways, I hope you enjoy the futa draenei action![/pre-story] 

Lay on Hands: Chapter 4 

“Now, let’s get you out of that armor…” Rylinne purred.

A shudder of anticipation danced down Pyrista’s spine at the words. Reluctantly, she released her grip on Rylinne’s iron-hard horsecock and took a step away. Rylinne stepped back, leaning against the wall of the room as Pyrista sank down into a crouch, her hands going to work unclasping her armored boots, first one, then the other. As she stood once more, she hastily kicked them off, before turning her attention to the fastener on her belt. It soon relented and the belt came undone, it, along with the armored plates that protected her smooth thighs, falling to the floor with a heavy thump. Next, she reached up and lifted the floating iron crown away from her head, setting it aside before shifting to unfasten and remove one crystalline pauldron, then the other. With that, she was left in nothing but an armored thong and a barely-there ‘breastplate’, with twin metal cups that cradled and supported her impressive bust, most of her smooth, powder-blue skin already exposed. 

By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 2

[pre-story]By The Horns continues! Unfortunately, still no sex yet, but soon! The first draft of this one would have required a third chapter to complete the setup before we got to any action. As much as it sucks having to throw out a thousand words and start over, this version works MUCH better. 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

By The Horns: Locking Horns, Part 2

As Rhuno’s hands pulled away, Nisha looked down at her hand, and the sack of coins that sat in her palm. It was heavy, surprisingly so, but it made her feel… uneasy.

Nisha’s morning had started with her running to the bathroom before she puked all over the sheets, only to find herself completely clueless as to how she’d gotten there, with almost no memory of the night before. She managed to piece together some of it, enough that Rhuno had been able to help her fill in most of the gaps as she got herself cleaned up and dressed. All the while, she’d been silently cursing herself, for not keeping better track of her drinks, for wasting a whole night making conversation when she should have been focused on making money. A whole night, with nothing to show for it, just an empty wallet and a splitting headache. Thankfully, Rhuno had a spell to ease her hangover, and his own. Oddly, though, once they’d finished discussing the events of the night before, Rhuno had gone quiet, awkwardly so. Nisha had simply taken his silence as her que to exit, but when she moved to leave, he’d stopped her, beckoned her close, and handed her the pouch.

Lay On Hands, Ch. 3

[pre-story]Here it is, as promised, part 3 of Lay on hands! Finally, we're getting to the real action!  Thanks again to the commissioner (the generous and eternally patient Pyrista), and if you like what you see, [redacted] I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

Lay On Hands: Chapter 3 

Pyrista held her wife’s gaze as her lips lingered on the flared tip of Rylinne’s cock, the lewd kiss intensifying. As her hands continued to stroke up and down Rylinne’s length, her head began to twist side to side, lips caressing the sensitive flesh. Those plump pillows parted slightly as they flattened against the tip, her tongue probing forward to flick and taste her wife’s cockhead, and the salty pre that leaked from her slit. Rylinne couldn’t help but let out a quiet groan of pleasure, her grip on Pyrista’s hair tightening slightly, subtle assurances for Pyrista, letting her know she was doing well.

By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 1

[pre-story]By The Horns continues! This time, Rhuno finds himself in Shattrath, unwittingly targeted by an unscrupulous draenei. No sex yet, just lots of dialogue. Also, not 100% on the chapter name, yet, so if you have suggestions...
As always, if you like what you read [redacted] I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

Locking Horns, Part 1

So, the World’s End Tavern didn’t have a great reputation, but it wasn’t THAT bad. They didn’t have the best drinks in Shattrath, they didn’t have the friendliest patrons (or staff, for that matter), the nicest beds, or even the cleanest floors… Okay, so maybe it actually WAS that bad. But it had the distinct advantage of being open to everyone, not JUST those who signed up with the Scryers or the Aldor. Refugees, orphans, smugglers, thieves, criminals, people who had no place else to go or who just wanted to stay out of sight of the authorities… people like Nisha.

Lay On Hands, Ch. 2

[pre-story]I wrote, like, another 1000 words on this before I realized I had to cut it short or else I'd either end up with a 4k+-word block or I'd have to cut it right in the middle of a scene. Anyways, thanks again to the commissioner (the generous and eternally patient Pyrista)!

As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]


Lay On Hands, Chapter 2

“I hope I didn’t hurt him too bad…” Pyrista muttered, chewing her lip nervously as she slowly walked away from the healing rooms, leaving Rhuno in the hands of the paladins more devoted to the healing arts.

The pale-skinned draenei that had helped to walk the wounded tauren to the healers smiled softly, one arm reaching out to rest lightly on Pyrista’s far shoulder and pull the smaller paladin against her side. The gesture was one of assurance, but considering the snowy-haired paladin had more than three feet of height on her fellow warrior, the movement ended up putting Pyrista’s head against the side of her truly spectacular bust. “Don’t worry about him, he’ll be fine, the holy paladins can patch up almost anything.” She reassured.

Lay On Hands, Ch. 1

[Pre-Story]Time to start a new series! To clarify something important for you: While Rhuno is in this story, it's not a story ABOUT Rhuno. This is a story about Pyrista, draenei paladin, and her horse-cock-futa wife, Rylinne. Commissioned by the eponymous Pyrista! This is more prologue than anything, but things'll start to heat up soon enough! Enjoy!

As always, if you like it, [redacted][/pre-story]

Lay On Hands, Chapter 1

Rhuno Sunheart’s iron-shod hooves scraped across the bare stone floor as he sank into a combat stance, the tauren’s massive, silver-and-gold-armored frame lowering as he braced himself. On one arm, he bore his sheild, a massive disk of silver, large enough for an orc to stand behind it barely peek over the top, with a gleaming golden sun-disk at its center, thin rays of gold extending outward in all directions, running all the way to the rim. With a flick of his wrist, he gripped the handle of his mace and brought it up, calloused, three-fingered hand closing around a steel shaft as thick as a man’s forearm and raising the head, a golden orb the size of a watermelon, like it weighed nothing at all. His sapphire eyes narrowed, peering through the slit of his helmet as he looked over the edge of the enormous shield at his opponent. “Are you ready?” He asked, an eager grin spreading across his lips, thankfully hidden by his helm.

The Full Moon Lounge: Ch. 1

[pre-story]It begins! Remember that worgen gambler profile thing I posted a while ago? Well, this is what it was for! It took me a while to really nail down all the designs for the characters in here, but I think I ended up doin' pretty good, 'cause I'm certainly looking forward to writing about them! 
This story is commissioned by the generous Riven LaRange, and hopefully you'll be seeing a lot more of it in the coming months! As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

The Full Moon Lounge: Chapter 1

Aratheion’s lips curled in a wolfish grin, the silver fur around the worgen’s muzzle emphasizing the expression as he casually leaned back in his seat, his large, clawed hands moving with surprising speed and dexterity as he shuffled a deck of cards. The massive worgen, even sitting, was quite the looming presence at the table. He was dressed lightly, as always, wearing little more than a lightweight kilt wrapped around his waist and a pair of cuffs around his wrists. The short, dark gray fur lining his his slender torso, doing nothing to hide the toned muscle underneath. A black eyepatch with gold embroidery in the shape of a crescent moon covered his left eye, leaving a single crimson eye to sweep around the table, assessing his opponents as he shuffled the cards.