This is a sweet lil series I made with the inspiration of a VIP member who wanted to see ‘big tits Dire’ in lingerie! He loved the text bubbles on the first so much, I had to add some more! Enjoy the freebies!
Yep, I’m at it again! While talking about other things such as GM rules and sex in WoW with a friend of mine who was in a guild with not one, not two, not even three but SEVEN GMs, I learned the truth behind some of this. Here is the quote from our conversation. Ha!
Tigole and Furor were two rather notorious EQ players … and considered complete douche bags by anyone not in the hardest of hardcore set in EQ. They were loud .. obnoxious .. elitist … and they hated paladins. A lot.
When Blizz announced WoW, they actually recruited Tigole and Furor to help develop classes and class mechanics. Mind you … these guys aren’t game developers or coders of any kind … just players. Well, given how popular they were at the time … pretty much anything they said regarding anything to do with the game was taken as gospel. They are the reason classic paladins sucked ass … literally … a paladin in vanilla wow was, at best, a doorstop … and rogues and hunters were broken … because they played rogues and hunters. They’re also the reason you, my lovely, and all your friends … don’t have any chairs. They despised the Horde and both played alliance. They heavily favored the alliance in any and all design decisions … from the look of armor to racial abilities.
In fact … during one of the festivals on alliance side (i think it’s the christmas one), there are actually two vendors that show up … one named Tigole and one named Furor. They also have this:
see nobody believes us! *points emphatically*
can i blog this?? i wont put your name to it but…fuck! see??
cuz in old alterac, we were more evenly spaced between our starting points and graveyards. and then the alliance whined and it got changed! same with isle of conquest or whatever! there are OBVIOUS differences. and i screenshotted the shrine up in pandaria, the alliance has not one but TWO dance parties of npcs doing stuff. and we have NOTHING like that. and ours looks like a gods awful mess!
Go right ahead. Anyone who doesn’t see the disparity between horde and alliance is sadly naive … or obviously did not play the game for seven years starting on day one so doesn’t remember the Tigole/Furor version of WoW. heh
“It feels strange,” she whispered, letting him pull her by the hand away from the balcony and into the single round room within the lighthouse. “I’ve never…”
“Don’t really care what you have or haven’t done, pretty one,” the dark haired human said, not releasing her fingers as he closed the door and locked it.
There was an awful cawing sound beyond the panes of glass that filled the windows. The shadow of a giant bird, a true irritant, flitted over the wood of the planked balcony. But so long as she was inside and not alone, the bird meant nothing. It was just a carrion feeder, a scavenger, like the gulls in the ocean beyond the door and the tiny island. Inside the room, there was warmth and freshness, and something else worth forgetting about the bird.
“You don’t care?” Lilith asked, letting the man lead her towards the warm fire burning in the hearth.
Once there, he lifted her fingers up to his lips. She felt the strange tickle of his beard and mustache against her knuckles as he pressed a kiss onto her pale white skin.
“Not one fig,” the human said.
He was strange to look at. The way his irises were sparkling, like crystallized ice. The full pout of his mouth, as if he’d been stung by bees trying to make a hive in his beard. And all that hair. How far down his neck did it go? How hairy was he?
She blushed, realizing where her mind was wandering, and half surprising herself, half riddled with disgust at the mere thought of ‘him’ that way. She turned her head away but before she could hide the heat in her cheeks, he lifted a hand and turned a knuckle under her chin, drawing her gaze back to his.
“You know where this is going,” he said quietly, confidently.
She nodded. “But do you,” she whispered in Thalassian.
He wouldn’t understand her. She had learned to speak his monkey language, but he had made it quite clear how he felt about the Horde. When she had asked him earlier ‘do you speak Orcish’ his response had been a strong ‘I don’t speak to Orcs, I kill them.’
So why was she here with him? In a room with no more furniture than a table, a chair and a bed? This was the sort of place dirty Alliance races met for their secret rendez-vous. So why was SHE here with one of THEM?
He leaned in for the kiss that she had known would come. She ought to pull away, she knew she should. But there was so much curiosity within her. Surely in the past she had experienced physical human affection. She was a succubus after all, previously a Pain Mistress with the Legion. No one had failed to experience the lash of her whip, no single race in existence was a surprise to her.
So when his lips finally reached for hers, why did she lean in towards him to meet his own? Why was there that strange spark of pleasure, that thrill of delight as he slid his hands to her shoulders and drew her in to a heated embrace that only lengthened and prolonged what ought to have been a horrible meeting of mouth against resisting mouth?
Because I’m not resisting, the tiny voice in her head whispered. Why am I not resisting?
His fingers were slowly unfastening her dress. His eyes, bright and as reflective as mirrored glass, moved up and down her body, from where he tugged free the ties of her brocade dress to her face, as if checking to see how each tie caused her to blush all the more.
“I can’t…I can’t…” she tried to whisper.
“Yes you can,” he said, lifting his chin as he focused his gaze on her face. “And you will.”
His hands slipped into her dress and pushed it off her bare shoulders, revealing how hastily she had dressed to come out here to meet him. Her naked breasts were pierced with golden barbells through the tiny rosy nipples. The ruby gems that studded the jewelry gleamed and glowed in the light of the fire.
“I can’t…I can’t stand this!”
She attacked him, almost catching off guard. She was so hungry, oh so very hungry. He staggered back but caught her up in his arms as she cupped his face and plied his lips with her tongue, forcing it to breech the entry to his mouth and seek a treasure there. As he stumbled, the backs of his legs met with the edge of the rickety old bed, and he landed down on his backside hard on the ratty mattress.
The dress had been shrugged off completely when he undid the ties. Now she was utterly naked, legs wrapping around his waist. His hands were calloused and rough as he gripped her buttocks and squeezed, pulling them apart only to draw them close together again.
“See?” he said, giving her a wry smile as he forcibly pulled away from her fevered kiss. “You can. And you want to.”
“I do!” the elven warlock squealed.
Mashing her mouth to his, she forced his head back against the wood of the lighthouse’s cabin. Then she threw his hands to the sides and pulled back from his lips, panting in unison with him. Cursing in Thalassian, she ripped at his armor and tore at his shirt, causing buttons to fly everywhere like bullets around the room.
“Hey!” he said with a laugh, grabbing for her wrists. “Slowly! We have time!”
“No!” she growled fiercely. “We do not have time! There is never enough time!”
Suddenly he flipped her over so he was atop her, pinning her to the bed, her hands pressed into the pillow on either side of her short shorn black locks of hair. Her sharp bangs slid to one side as she wriggled and writhed beneath him.
“Stop it,” he whispered, kissing at her neck. “Stop it and just trust me…trust this…”
“I can’t! I can’t!” she called, almost sobbing as her eyes closed and her spine arched with need.
He flipped her over, surprising her and putting her on her stomach, her knees. Then he gripped the pillow and put it beneath her face and hands. With a strong push, he forced her shoulders and chest down, then tucked his beefy arm under her waist and lifted, folding her hard. Now her ass was rounded up and out towards him, her knees spread.
Gasping, she tried to look over her shoulder, but he pushed on her head, narrowly missing the sensitive sexual horns that curled back from her forehead over her hair.
“You’re so hungry!” he said, sounding like he was scowling. “So needy!”
“Feed me!” was all she could cry in response.
But it wasn’t she who was going to bed fed. The human’s bristle covered face dove against her ass and sex. He lathed his tongue down the crack of her behind, teasing wickedly and furiously over her dark rosette before going lower. One of his hands pushed hard against the inside of her thighs, making her legs and knees spread all the more. And she knew she was leaking as he parted his lips and took the whole of her pussy into his mouth, sucking on the swollen labia of her cunt.
“Ohhh gods!” the elven warlock cried out, squeezing her eyes shut.
She felt the flick of his tongue as he slid it between the puffy pussy lips of her privacy. Up to the top of her cleft it went, toying with the barbell that went through her mons and came out just above her clitoris. Then he found that sensitive bud with his tongue and tugged at it, making her squeal and buck against him.
“Yes yes yes!” she mewled, biting at the dirty pillow and balling up its covering in her fists.
“Is this what you want?” he huffed, leaning back so he was squatting on his heels. “Is this what you’re after, woman?”
His hand came down hard, not against her ass cheek but against the oh so sensitive swell of cunt lips pressed out and backwards. Where he struck, they turned even more red, blushed all the more, swelled all the more. He cupped her cunt in his palm and squeezed, then slapped it again.
“I have all night to fuck you, don’t I,” he hissed as he let her go and fiddled with her belt.
Sobbing with need against the pillow, she nodded her head vehemently. “I’ll stay! I’ll stay, I swear it!”
“Then I’ll give you what your hungry little pussy needs, wench, and then…give it to you again!”
He didn’t even push his pants down. All he did was open them and let his erection pop out. She wished she could see it but something told her she would later. Later? Was she really going to stay and let this…stinking human male…fuck her silly all night long?
Gods, yes, she was staying!
When he rammed himself into her, his fingers gripped the soft flesh of her hips and pulled her back, hilting himself automatically and immediately. She could feel his hunger rising, as if he didn’t already need release. But now she could sense it too, feel him gripped in the fist of her pussy’s muscles. It was impossible to hold on, to resist him now. She let go and let herself cum around him, cunt muscles milking and surging in waves over his prick.
The slap of his hips against hers was a musical number in her ears, one she felt in her body even though she barely moved a muscle. She’d been so tense, she’d been so coiled, like a spring or a bomb about to go off. And now, she was floating, high above herself.
She looked down on herself with a demonic disgust. Somewhere near the short ceiling, she looked down at everything below her. How the bed shook and threatened to break under the human’s furious fuck-thrusts. How her body slid forward and back, almost as if she were asleep or drunk, not a part of the fucking he was enjoying at all. The sweat on his dark brow was glistening like dewdrops. It ran down his cheeks and into his beard, dripped off his lips and nose onto her back. But she didn’t really feel it. Not really.
That’s so disgusting, she thought to herself as she floated. But I’ve fucked worse.
When he came, he arced his spine and shouted to the roof of the lighthouse. He thrust his hips forward, his chest lifted up, and a cry like an animal, like a wolf or a bear, issued from his throat and rang in the floating Lilith’s ears. She shrieked and found herself rushing back down to her body to join in the very mortal act of what they were doing. What they had done.
When the human collapsed next to her and let her body go, she immediately curled up on her side and held herself tightly in her own arms. What had she done? She had sworn oaths to the Horde and now…now she was fucking them? And what was worse, she was enjoying it!
To what levels had she sunk because of a stupid and mortally wounded heart!
After several long moments, he rolled her over towards him and held her close. Strangely close. She could smell the musk of his primal sweat, the stench of their joined bodies still lingering in the air. And then she could feel the sticky hardness of his engorged organ against her thigh.
“I want more,” he whispered as he kissed her forehead.
“Of course you do,” Lilith cooed. “They always do…”
When the dawn was scattering the night out of the sky, Lilith finally extricated herself from her lover’s heavy arms. He was asleep but had only been deeply so for an hour. She had been listening to him talk while he faded. He had told her of those he had loved and lost, and he had told her of his wants, his goals and dreams. He was a simple man and yet, there were layers to him. Complicated layers. If she had been anyone or anything but what she was, she would have been utterly smitten by his ardent honesty and pure powerful passion.
But Lilith was not just anybody.
It was easy to tie him up as he slept. The bed had just the right type of headboard and footboard. Part of her dared him to wake while she tied him. She’d have to have passed it off as sex games, and then they would have fucked again. Fucking him one more time would have been very delicious and a welcomed experience.
Lilith gathered up her belongings, separating from his what was of value. There were a few gold coins and a brooch with the visage of a lady carved into it. His mother? Maybe his grandmother? Or maybe something he had bought and meant to give to a future lover. Lilith tucked it away into one of her bags.
It was then that she heard the bed shaking on its posts. When she stood and turned, smiling at him, he was glaring at her.
“You…bitch…!” he spat, spittle literally flying from his lips as he shot the words in her direction.
“Yes, well, what did you think would be the end of this? I did ask if you knew what you were getting into,” the elf woman smirked, though of course, admittedly, she’d asked in a language he wouldn’t have understood.
“I fed you!” the human growled angrily as Lilith lifted up the long skirt of her dress to allow her to straddle his barrel chested torso.
She nodded, “yes you did and quite well I might add. But…I have a child-“
“Yes, you were awake for that part! How lovely, I thought you snored through all of my talking. You are a dear man, aren’t you. You would have made a fine husband to any woman worthy enough to break through the tender shell of your scarred soul, hmm?”
Now his face drained of colour, as the blood rushed away to parts of his body that he couldn’t move anyway. The fight or flight response was utterly pointless now, and Lilith knew it. She lifted the dagger up, feeling him shudder in knowing denial as the light of the sun glinted off the blade’s edge.
“I have a son,” she whispered, smiling down at the man quite sadly. “And his keepers require feeding too…”
“…don’t do this…” the man whispered, but it was already too late.
The press of the blade against his throat was gentle. It didn’t need to be a slice to do its work, and she knew it. Leaning forward, Lilith closed her eyes and kissed the man’s gurgling lips, tasting of his blood as he gasped for air. The crimson liquid filled his throat and drowned his lungs of oxygen. And as his eyes rolled back in his head, sightless and dead, Lilith sighed.
Licking the dagger clean, she tucked it away and moved to the door. The bird was there, settled on a railing not far from the entryway.
“Go on! Shoo!” she hissed, throwing a rotten egg at the giant purple creature.
It flapped its wings and made a loud and pointless noise as it lifted up into the air. Then, it turned towards Stormwind. For a moment, Lilith wondered if it knew what she had just done. She dabbed at the corner of her mouth with a finger and found a droplet of human blood there. When she licked it away and looked to the skies once more, the bird’s silhouette against the rising sun was gone.
The red blooms of bloodthistle that nestled next to the house in the woods refused to die down, no matter how often Ariddycka trimmed them. She cut and tended them, dug at their roots to dissuade them, and made them look as sparse as autumn trees in the more northern parts of the continent. But still the bloody things came back, redder, bigger, and more prickly than ever.
She bent low next to the doorway to her home. She knew that Lilith had been there recently, doing gods only knew what, and with whom too. Scowling, she cursed yet again the spell that the evil warlock woman had on her. Ari had tried to escape Lilith’s clutches, but the succubus had woven her enchantments too deeply around the young priestess’s soul. There would be no escape without a great deal of anguish, pain and despair.
Suddenly there was a loud thundering. Ari could feel it in the ground. Fearing a stampede of horses, or more likely of deer or elk, she squealed and picked up her skirts and her gardening trowel, dashing behind the big tree at the front porch’s side. But when she turned to see what had spooked the elk or deer that were threatening her very life, her eyes went wide and she found herself unable to breathe.
The biggest and most powerful looking goat man she had ever seen or thought possible was rushing towards her very door. He took one look at her and sized her up, found her wanting, and moved his gaze away as he charged the door. Ari felt small and miniscule as she darted boldly after him.
The door splintered beneath his shoulder, and he was already going up the ramp to the master bedroom when Ari danced over the stake-sized pieces of broken wood and into the house itself.
“You can’t go up there!” she cried, feeling strangely emboldened for some reason.
Was it Lilith’s spell? Was she now forced to protect that vile woman’s property like some sort of security hound? Whatever it was, she found herself trembling but running after the blue skinned goat-legged man just the same.
He was tearing the master bedroom up, and within seconds it looked like a tornado had been unleashed within its walls. Bending down to lift up the bed, he pushed it and it rolled on its curved edge, threatening to trample Ari as it aimed itself down the ramp. She stared as the master bed rolled through the country home’s foyer and right out the door. Then Ari felt a fury growing inside her, felt herself growing dark from within. Her hands felt like they were on fire and indeed flames seemed to flicker around them – but the flames were purple, not orange or red or yellow at all.
“You!” she roared, sounding more like a kitten than anything. “You stop that, this instant!”
She could have tried to fling a spell at the creature. But Ari hadn’t learned any, despite the magick that was obviously within her grasp. Instead, she charged at the man whose thighs were each as wide as her own body, and she reached for his tail and pulled. Hard.
When the male Draenei turned to see what was tickling his tail, his body spun and Ari spun with it. She was dragged to her knees and pulled in a circle as the Draenei tried to reach for her. But she held on for dear life and kicked his hands away.
Finally, he stopped spinning. Then, to Ari’s surprise, he laughed. He actually held his plate covered stomach and laughed, the roar of his amusement filling the room and almost shaking the walls with its deafening power.
He reached over and pulled Ari to her feet. He lifted a hand and dusted her head off, and smiled, patting her cheek. Then he spoke in some language she had never heard of, turning her head this way and that as if to see if she had been harmed.
Ari stared. It was all she could do. He was so strange-looking. Tentacle ‘things’ hung from somewhere around his jawline. His eyes glowed a divine white that reminded her of this mystifying Light source she kept hearing about. And his skin was blue. Paler than a night elf’s but blue just the same.
“Get out…of my house!” she shouted, nostrils flaring as she lifted an arm and pointed to the broken doorway.
The Draenei shrugged and smiled, then winked and trotted down the ramp. Then he exited Ari’s life as if he had never entered it.
He had been searching for something, that much was clear. But what? He obviously hadn’t found it.
Ari looked around, then dropped to her knees, her face in her hands. She was half terrified over what had just happened, and half fearful that Lilith would come prancing in the doorway at any moment and find some absurd way to blame her for all of this mess.
“I better get cleaning,” the poor young woman said, wiping away her tears and beginning to pick up the pieces of the room.
Pane had gotten so much bigger. It was impossible to wear her normal plate armor anymore. All she could do was take two of her more risque pieces and lace them together with sinew ties, one around each side of her body. That at least covered her up, but boy was it hard to bend over.
Turning to one side and squatting down on her haunches, she reached for a small piece of gleaming gold she had spied upon entering the empty chapel. The ‘witch’ that held sway over the place had been gone for a day now. Twenty one hours to be exact. Pane was counting. And she was counting on the elven warlock woman to follow her usual plan and stay gone for at least another half a day. That would give Pane plenty of time to look the grounds over.
She came up the hill every time she could tell the witch was gone. The red haired warrior wasn’t sure what she would find each time. Sometimes she found pools of blood dripping down the podium, drenching parchments scrawled with awful ancient runes. Sometimes she found worse.
This evening it was empty but still, Pane was on high alert. Her warrior senses had become even more finely honed while her belly bloomed in the third trimester of pregnancy. It made it hard for her to move but it didn’t mean she had to become an idiot.
And only an idiot would fail to realize she was being watched. Right now.
Slowly, Pane stood up, tucking the piece of gold into her pocket as she did so. She had her sword drawn but her agility had been sacrificed for stronger legs of late, so she could stay upright instead of toppling over like she always felt she was going to do. There was only one thing to do, and that was to get the fuck out of the chapel, before whoever was spying on her decided to make a move. The chapel was small and had only the one obvious entrance to the outside, though Pane didn’t doubt there was some sort of basement to the ruined building. She hadn’t found it yet and now wasn’t the time. She needed to get herself out of the tiny single exit building, and the sooner the better.
Half expecting someone to jump her as she strode down the aisle, Pane quickly left the podium and the pews behind. Outside she didn’t stop to look around, eyes on her house in the distance. She didn’t stop walking at top speed all the way down the hill, not until she was stepping up her stoop. And only then did she turn to look at whatever was coming behind her.
She had felt it. She had felt the presence of something creeping along her spine, raising her unseen hackles on the back of her neck, making her feel that sense of dread paranoia. Now she could at last see what or who it had been.
It was a male Draenei. He was as big as some Tauren she had seen, and he was charging her with all the fervor of a bull, not slowing even as he neared her house, even as she stepped beyond the door and slammed it closed behind her.
Pane locked the door. She slid the wooden slat into the hook on the frame and stepped back, nervous. The door shook under the onslaught of the creature on the other side. It wouldn’t hold, she could see that. It was going to give at any moment.
“Fuck,” the warrior said to herself, looking around, glancing at the windows, the repaired bed, the armor she couldn’t wear in a pile against one wall.
“Fuck fuck fuck!”
The door burst open. Pane flew back from the assault, landing on the floor on her backside. The shock of her landing caused her to lose all her breath, and she fell backwards, knocking the back of her head on the hearthstones.
For several long moments, the Draenei male looked over the rather scraggly looking interior of the one room cabin. He had broken the door. That wasn’t intentional, but it was important he got in. And now he could see he might have chosen a different method.
Stooping down, he put a hand under the elf woman’s nose. She was still breathing. Then he moved a careful hand to the obvious lump of her womb, frowning. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, not a woman with child. That wasn’t his way, no matter how cruel he could be on the battlefield.
The Draenei stooped and scooped the young elf up as if she were a bag of feathers in his hands. He turned around and walked towards the pathetic piece of furniture she called a bed, placing her upon it. Then he turned to go outside, looking for wood he might use to create a makeshift door.
That was when the glint of gold caught his eye. Bending over, he picked up the brooch. It must have fallen from the elf woman’s clutches. But somehow, he knew the pregnant elf couldn’t be the one he was looking for.
For a moment, the Draenei held his closed fist around the brooch to his forehead. Then he told himself there would be time for mourning tomorrow. Tonight, he needed to secure this ramshackle cabin as a semi-outpost in this wretched plaguelands.
His friend was dead. Of that he had no doubt. The human man who owned the brooch would never let it go except in death. But of that, he would have to find out the truth on the morrow. For now, the door.
This is by no means the most complete history – but as per a request from a very deserving fan and friend, I made my rp history out in lil comic panels for y’all to see. I’ll be putting it on my All About DireLilith page too, because it’s not too shabby if I do say so myself.
This is specifically for Pip but I figured I would share it anyway. Pip had been asking about my roleplay characters, and about Lilitu specifically, who is the overriding demoness that keeps inhabiting those lush Sin’dorei bodies, right? He asked what her focus is, her goal, and I pointed out that as a demoness, the way I rp them, she’s very UNcomplicated when it comes to her plans and schemes. Right now, she has one thing on her mind…She must feed the dark lords the blood and souls they require, in order to continue to keep her infant son alive!
She never gets to touch him. She never gets to hold him. But he is always on her mind and always the reason behind everything.