WET BATH 2 * New Playmates * futa/futa, anal, semi beastiality, excessive cum

The village of Torlyn was near impossible to find on any map in Azeroth, boasting only asingle Inn, stables, and asmall group of taverns. Most locals made use of the general store and items shops for their daily needs and wants, but hardly anyone lived in town. This made social niceties somewhat easy to manage. Nolocal law, and businesses that were located in Torlyn turned a blind eye to the goings on in town, and so all races were treatedalike, so long as their monies were good.

Dezicra had never seen the like, having spent most of her life among her own tribe, and as far from human settlements as possible. She was well tested in battle, and wise to the wilds of Azeroth, but civilization (Until now) had been somewhat alien to her. Anyahad changed all that.

Be it love, lust, or craving, the red haired human warrior had set alight afire in Dezicrathat would not be stilled. She’d returned to her tribe, but only long enough to pack her meager belongings, claim a proper mount, and set out in the night, when most of her kin were far too drunk to notice. For a long while she’d been courted by several males, who sought to claim her as their own, but her prowess in battle had kept them from taking unwelcome liberties, and thus exposing the secret she had so long kept beneath her skirts. With Anya that would never be an issue. They were alike, and though Dezicra knew well that other futa roamed the lands of Azeroth, she could not have imagined such fortune as finding such a beauty as Anya. No. It was love, or at least a particularly deviant and deep seeded lust that had claimed her.

“Early, by a full day.”Dezicragrumbled atop her Zhevra Odin. The beast’s enormous muscled frame shifting beneath her as it walked forward into the village proper. He snorted at his mistress’s voice, a sound of acknowledgement at her tone. “Guess I’ll have to find you lodging for the night. We’ll not have arepeat of last time will we?”

Only months prior, Dezicra had joined a hunting party with several of her clan mates, and left Odin alone with the other’s mounts in a small clearing as the orcs stalked their prey on foot nearby. When the group had returned, it was to a scene of animalistic depravity that would have given the most sullen wench pause. Odin had broken free of his bonds, and mounted the warboss’s prize mare Mikan. Beneath the monstrous steed, the horse was neighing in tortured bliss as Odin slammed the length of his glistening black cock into the depths of her backside. The war boss had been furious, but to Odin’s credit, Mikan hadrefused to wander far from him for the entire night afterword and the ride back to camp.

“I’ll not be woken in the night by some angry innkeeper informing me you’ve gone on another tryst boy. If I can keep my cock in check, you’ll do likewise with your own. Understood?” She arched an eyebrow, and couldn’t help but stifle a grin as the beast snorted his reluctant agreement to her.

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