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Another-Sort-of-Holy-Nova by niteynyx Word of Harwyn’s cock and horniness preceded him, not that he had the opportunity to wander far from Evershade Shrine while his training continued. Until the day came that he was a full priest, he would not leave the island that the Night Elves called home. Still, occasional day-trips arose that allowed him and the other acolytes to stretch their legs and heal themselves of cabin fever. Practical experience was important for Azeroth’s priests and priestesses, considering how often the…

Another-Sort-of-Holy-Nova by niteynyx “Do you want to taste my cock?” Harwyn Outerbridge only said the words to her once, but once was enough for them to be seared into Irelli Naaruwhisper’s mind for the rest of her life. She heard them echo in her ears constantly, without an ounce of their potency or allure lost. It was an intrusive thought more often than not, coming to her at inappropriate times - in the middle of sermons or lessons both public and private, during meals both intimate and feasting, and in the midst of h…

Another-Sort-of-Holy-Nova by niteynyx The personal quarters in Evershade Shrine were neither as small or as spartan as the sleeping cells offered to acolytes back in Stormwind. Each one was wide and roomy, more than a dozen paces in any given direction, and that was a dozen paces of the intended occupants’ long legs: night elves. Indeed, for all the acolytes coming to the Shrine to finish their training, it was shockingly spacious. Among all the races of the Alliance, the night elves were the least populous. The draenei …

Another-Sort-of-Holy-Nova by niteynyx “What troubles you, Harwyn Outerbridge?” Cerina Autumnsend asked, her silvery-pale eyes belying her sense of concern for him. She stepped closer to him, her high-heeled sandals producing two gentle clicks on the stone underfoot. It was not a great noise or a loud noise, but even so, Harwyn allowed it to seize his attention like the yearly fireworks in his native Stormwind, or some great work of arcane evocation creating a fantastical, yet frightening, work of magic. It felt safer than lookin…

28-29-Days-Later by niteynyx CONTACT: [TWITTER] - [DISCORD SERVER] SUPPORT: [COMMISSION INFO] - [KO-FI TIPS] - [PATREON] ***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-*** “You’re having trouble with a two-legged bipedal cow man?” Kara, far better known as Earth’s one and only Power Girl whenever she took off her glasses and let her golden hair down, knew she shouldn’t laugh, but she couldn’t stop herself from giggling at the very idea of what Wonder Woman…

Easy-Breezy-but-not-your-Cover-Girl by niteynyx “And for my next trick, I now pronounce you--” Lyralei’s full, bowed and soft pink lips curved in a smile that quickly became a grin, flashing her pearly teeth as her fingers reached back to her quiver. The next arrow she pulled from it began to glow even before her fingers touched it, its shape shimmering and shivering; her magic turned its solid shaft into something far more pliant and rope-like, its ordinary colors becoming white-gold. Its sharp arrowhead and its fletching became little more…

Play-Stupid-Games-Win-Great-Prizes by niteynyx The 11th Countess of Abbingdon leaned back against the luxuriantly comfortable cushions of her wingback chair, crossing her legs and slanting her head to look along the left wall of her home office. There laid numerous reminders and souvenirs of her exploits, set on shelves. The most valuable of them on display were encased in glass displays, though none of them were amongst her most valuable discoveries. Many of those were too dangerous for her to allow them to slip into the wrong h…

Exposure-Therapy by niteynyx And after all that… Things got back to normal. At least, normal insofar as Tifa very hastily scheduled a check-up with her doctor and spent a few days on a herculean amount of painkillers for a woman for her size. She went about her business as usual, as normal, albeit with the addition of ignoring Yuffie even harder than ever before. Inwardly, Tifa was mortified by what she had let herself get goaded into doing. Although the brunette bitch slash brawler was far from a prude… well. If Tifa s…

Exposure-Therapy by niteynyx Some people say that all’s well that ends well. Stop a random person in the street and ask them what they think about that? They’d probably smile, nod and say ‘damn right’ before blithely carrying on with their day, doing their best to get by within their means, stressing only about their personal problems. Tifa Lockhart wasn’t one of those people. She was pretty on the fence about whether or not the old saying was true, and her answer would change from day to day depending on her circumstances…

Exposure-Therapy by niteynyx Tifa stared at the door. An awkward silence ensued, soon broken by Yuffie’s giggling nervously. “Uh… you know what they say! All’s well that ends well, right?” she asked. Miss Tifa Lockhart was not one of those people. She was pretty on the fence about whether or not the old saying was true, and her answer would change from day to day depending on her circumstances. And in THESE circumstances…? THESE unbelievable circumstances? Slowly, the busty brunette brawler turned her head, careless of h…

Ignorance-Aint-No-Excuse by niteynyx CONTACT: [TWITTER] - [DISCORD SERVER] SUPPORT: [COMMISSION INFO] - [KO-FI TIPS] - [PATREON] ***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-*** “Are we there yet?” Lyralei, better known as the Windranger, asked her companion in a bright and cheery singsong. Though she walked, she easily kept up with the woman floating alongside her, buoyed by a constant buffet of hot air the pyromancer pushed beneath herself. Lina simpl…

Ignorance-Aint-No-Excuse by niteynyx As it turned out, Shoe wasn’t the only human male in the town, not by a longshot. When he said there were a ‘few’, he was underselling it. The first day that they met, he wasn’t lying when he said he was going to go fetch the Tailor. The Tailor, preferring to go by Ty, was in similar circumstances to Shoe -- and when he was done taking measurements of Lina’s legs, he brought her to the Leatherman for another fitting. “You’re gonna need a collar and leash,” Leth apologized profusely to Lina. “It…

Ignorance-Aint-No-Excuse by niteynyx CONTACT: [TWITTER] - [DISCORD SERVER] SUPPORT: [COMMISSION INFO] - [KO-FI TIPS] - [PATREON] ***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-***-*** “Hey, Lina. Are we there yet?” Lyralei the Windranger sing-songed at Lina, one redhead to another. Lina ignored her, of course. She had to. If she didn’t ignore half the shit that came out of Lyralei’s mouth, she would use Laguna Blade several dozen times a day, and the Slayer li…

Ignorance-Aint-No-Excuse by niteynyx Lina stared down at her calendar for a long, long time, her lips slightly parted and her breath coming and going in short, shallow pants as she fought against her ever present horniness. Not too long ago, she wasn’t the kind of woman who cared much to mark the passage of time -- as Lina the Slayer, bonafide hero and pyromancer, she was certain that she was going to live forever. In her youth and her arrogance, she was certain that she was invincible, immortal, and even if she wasn’t, the idea o…