[18:04] Voanah: After last time, you really think I'll go near Orgrimmar again?!
[18:04] Gorim: That's why I'll bring Orgrimmar to you!
[18:06] Voanah: My money's on it being Zuggrimmar rather than Orgrimmar
[18:07] Gorim coughs nervously as he hides the zugrimmar sign behind his back
[18:08] Voanah: Zugrim Poonslammer was a true orcish hero.
[18:10] Gorim: Until he zugged one too many Draenei
[18:11] Gorim: started saying things like "Krona kai kristor " or something
[18:12] Voanah: Then he mistook Velen for another shemale
[18:12] Voanah: He paid dearly
[18:12] Gorim: That was a mistake.
[18:12] Gorim: Couldn't even find enough of him to bury.
[18:13] Voanah: I wonder were his legendary (phallic shaped) mace, the Poonslammer, has gone
[18:15] Gorim coughs nervously, looking over at his closet where the hammer is hidden.
[18:15] Voanah follows his gaze to the closet where the hammer is hidden, "Is that closet where the hammer is hidden?"
[18:16] Gorim sweats nervously "Its a collectible, its not like I got drunk and snorted cow tranquilizers and used it to experiment or anything."
[18:18] Voanah frowns, putting on a face of a draenei that knows better, and promptly struts over to the closet, firmly straddling the handles of the doors in her hands, "You better not be lying to me, Gorim."
[18:19] Gorim becomes nervous, comes up behind Voanah, a last desperate attempt to distract her is made, honking her butt.
[18:23] Voanah is not deterred by it in the slightest, and though her expression is that of a strict, scolding teacher, she blushes. "Let's see, then," she murmered, before tugging open the closet and finding not only the Poonslammer weapon, but a decayed chunk of the mighty orc that once wielded it still clutching the handle. "Gorim!"
[18:27] Gorim 's face is one of sheer horror, horror that he was discovered. "He startled me!" His hand was still on her butt, squeezing it in some failed attempt at a distraction. "I did what had to be done, it was the only way." He remembers killing the orc, and using his hammer several times on an unruly Draenei, in the name of justice of course.
[18:30] Voanah wrinkles up her nose at the sheer whiplash of decayed scent coming off the damn this, staggering a hoofclop backwards into those buttgrabbing hands, making her back thwack into his face, "The rumors of his death, they were all... Staged?" She shook her head, there's no way Gorim would ever have been capable enough to spread these false rumors.
[18:35] Gorim "Actually it kinda was just dumb luck that everyone thought Velen killed him." The orc remembered stuffing the orc into the closet, dragging his body in from the street. It had been on winter's veil, and he had been dressed up as great father winter. He was covered in blue paint, an unfortunate failed flirting attempt with a Draenei, who had only scowled when he tried to get her to sit on his lap. He had killed the orc thinking he could then use the mace to get chicks, as luck had it a drunk peon had seen him, and had begun ranting about how Velen had killed the poonslammer, and the story stuck.
[18:38] Voanah frowned, her eyes dashing back and forth and zipping through the room as the puzzle pieces to the mystery began to fall in space. Her eyebrows were a veritable font of variable elevation, as her lips lulled apart, understanding breaths puffing out from inbetween them. But wait, if Gorim had been dressed up as Father Winter, wouldn't they have thought it was that dwarf instead of Velen? And what was that waiter's name in Paris? Jean-Luc! Her spine uprighted all the way, a suddenl strike of realization, and she hoofkicked the orcman backwards against the bed, turning and taking a defensive posture, "But Gorim... That means you are... Have always been... The Green Cobra!"
[18:47] Gorim hissed, his identity revealed, scrambling to his feet, rolling forward off of the edge of the bed. He wiped the faint trail of blood from his face. "It' didn't have to be this way," He was searching under his bed with his foot, looking for the Katana he had, before remembering he had pawned it off for gambling money, what a shame. "It was an old life, I've changed!" He brought his arms up, fingers curling into the familiar stance of the snake kung-fu.
[18:50] Voanah seemed unphased by his desperate pleas, knowing all too well that that glimmer of evil still resided in the Cobra's eyes. "Do you think it's all a coincidence... That I knew this much to put the pieces together? You're wrong---" With a deft hand, she dug into the cleavage of her shirt, and tore the damn thing asunder revealing -- no, it can't be?! A bikini top barely covered her nipples, so tightly hugger her lush tits they spill out all over it, the fabric silvery, almost crystalline. She's -- The Crystal Maiden! "I'm not letting you get away again! RAZZLE DAZZLE!" She jumps into the air, spinning and aiming the back of her hoof right at his head.
[18:51] Voanah: ( I'm out of control, sorry )
[18:53] Gorim: (It took me a while to even think of a reply, I like it.)
[18:59] Gorim performs a complex series of flips, landing backwards, before bouncing off the tips of his fingers, writhing like a snake in the air before spinning back, swinging his legs low in an attempt to catch her by surprise. He ripped the clothes from his body, the only clothing left, his namesake, a snake skin speedo, showing his visible, massive bulge. An angry snake face had been drawn onto the thong, right where the head of his bulge could be seen, the green cobra indeed. "HEBI Butsukaru!" He yelled, flying forward with the grace not often seen to an orc, his arms and legs stretched out behind him, his groin headed directly for her cleavage.
[18:59] Gorim: (forgive me.)
[19:03] Voanah landed on sure hoofing after her missed spin kick, and easily evaded the leg sweep by leaping up and clutching onto the crystal chandelier hanging over the bed. With an easy swing she landed backwards and was visibly taken aback by the reality of him being the villain she had been after for so long. So much for the suspicions that it might have been Illidan. During her hanging off the chandelier, Gorim likely managed to sneak a peek under her skirt, spotting a similar, crystalline thong with the words "Glimmering Justice" written on it. She took a defensive posture, not seeking to avoid his bold attack, but rather sought to raised her barely-dressed breasts as a shield, gaining 20% increased Breast Block Chance!
[19:14] Gorim grunted as he felt his cock collide with copious comforting breast flesh! He felt himself harden, still constrained by his own attire as her breast deflection was successful, even against his cobra strike. "I see your justice shield has become stronger, Crystal Maiden, but tell me, is it as strong as your Womb AC?" He leaped forwards once more, trying to grip her by the legs to pull he down onto his snake-embroidered bed. Honestly he was surprised she had not noticed it much earlier, his eyes momentarily flicking over to his dream journal which was full of "I expose myself as the Green Cobra to everyone and take on the world once more" drawings.
[19:15] Voanah: ( What is AC again? )
[19:15] Gorim: (Armor class, DND nerd stuff, forgive me.)
[19:19] Voanah had unfortunately been skimping on womb defenses altogether, funneling skill points into breast and ass (religiously even), and it was a brittle fortress that could not withstand the onslaught of true Orcish Snake Fu. "Blasted!" she cried out, being wrenched down onto her back and have her legs bent up over her body, hoisting her crotch up and hiking the skirt along with it. Through plot convinience, the sheer presence of the Green Cobra's groin garment cause the fabric of said skirt to obliterate, leaving her to wear the crystal bikini alone. Sadly, that skirt was only two weeks away from retirement. "I won't be defeated by the likes of you! You and your terrible artwork!" She held up a poorly sketched drawing of herself, tail attached to a shoulder, "How do you fuck that up?"
[19:25] Gorim "I AM MY ARTWORK!" He roared as his massive girth ripped through his speedo, sadly also only two days from retirement. With a skilled effort of a master, he lifted his hips into the air, lining them up with her woefully unguarded entrance, and brought himself down with all the Cobra fury he could muster, aiming to take himself fully down to the hilt, his Cobra balls skillfully slammed against her rear! He reached out to grip her ankles, truly a master of sexual combat, and he pressed them forward to keep them next to her head. "Cobra grapple!" He shouted triumphantly.
[19:28] Voanah yelped out as truly he was his artwork! She could almost her the torturous chiming of a Naaru exploding somewhere, and it was likely this edginess that had put her on the wrong trail in the first place. It was a sad fate, that poor thong, the Glimmering Justice it stood for being turned into dust as his cockslam pulverized through the fabric (also an hour until retirement), leaving her darkblue lips and light blue innards his to claim, and claim he did, all the way down! That 2% physical defense cervix held fast for the time being, although her cunt's walls began the counterattack, clenching and massaging him skillfully. "Take this! DIAMOND SLAM!" With a hand underneath each of her perversely pooled breasts, she hoisted up one after the other to inflict a combo breast attack, right to his jaw!
[19:38] Gorim found himself beaten back by the large blue boobies, but still he pressed on! His mouth opened attempting to lightly gnaw on one of the soft orbs of flesh through her impenetrable breast armor, the slow knife penetrates the shield! His cock was woefully un-prepared for such a fierce grapple from her walls, their expert grip slowing down his rapid thrust attack on her cervix. "You think you can beat me?" His voice was muffled through the Diamond dame's assets, but he announced his attack anyways. "Serpent, grind!" The villain began to grind himself against her, truly she could not be ready for his serpent to press, rub and stretch out her walls in this way, forcing her to feel every bump, ridge and vein, the slow wave of pleasure was surely his key to a decisive victory!
[19:45] Voanah threw her head back in a show of weakness, a warcry that had been cleverly masked as a moan escaping her as combative, corrosive liquids began to bubble up in her nethers (corrosive only to 1% of sperm contents), but clearly this method yielded her no advantage as his slow bucking of serpentine effectiveness drew deeper into her. A shudder ran through her, one that perpetuated each time a pair of orcish nards came thwacking up against her derriere, and defeat now seemed all but assured! "I have---" she stammered, shaking her head, "One more trick up my sleeves, Cobra!" Obviously, Voanah, The Crystal Maiden, wasn't wearing sleeves. It's figurative! From her teat, the one clutched in his maw, began to flow man-weakening milk, a juice that would lower his already deminished brain functions to those of a toddler. "Crystal River!"
[19:54] Gorim 's look of surprise only lasted for several seconds before his eyes glazed over! Unfortunately for the crystal maiden, the cobra thrust did not require much brainpower so ingrained was his training into his brain. That his slow humping continued, even as he sucked down the mind altering milk , damning himself further by switching from nipple to nipple! His serpent throbbed, perhaps the reduced intelligent brought on his primal side, causing the orc to begin to hump deeper, activating his hidden ability, cervix plug, kissing the entrance to her low armored womb with the crown of his serpent with each autonomous thrust! The heavy serpent gnads churned swinging lazily against the Draenei rear, clenching down as they began to release his pre (+2% to lubrication.) Adding to the ease at which his body operated, gliding his blunt weapon easily in and out of her!
[20:00] Voanah struggled underneath him, clenching her hands at the side of his face as he drunk with reckless abandon from her Crystal River. She should have known, he was already at the intelligence of a toddler! "D-damn you... C-cobra...!" The onslaught of cockstrikes into her deepest parts had reached a vicious 50x combo counter, a number at which orcs racially gain a bonus to cervical penetration, and with that little extra lubrication, her Crystal Santcum was utterly defenseless for his victoruous plunges, "I will... I will find a wa-- a wa---" Her head thrashed about, back arching as she was forced into an act of final desperation, a self sacrifice of the mind and body! Her inner walls began to grip down on the serpent, wetness spilling up and streaming down both her belly and asscrack, while she challenged the cry, "I will find a waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!" She did the unthinkable. The Crystal Climax!
[20:17] Gorim 's thrust became more urgent, becoming only half jabs into the woman's core, truly his lack of intelligence had finally given him the upper hand! "For my country!" he roared out, although it sounded more like "Frrgh counshr" the combination of breast and a mouthful of mind-numbing milk turning him into nothing more than a slobbering beast who ravished her womanly attributes with a lustful mouth. His heavy testicles began to clamp against his body just as the Crystal Climax took it's effect on him, the increased lubrication, the tightness all too much for the green serpent who had tried for so long to keep itself together, it was time for the final move, the attack that would force her to visit him at least twice a week, with a downside of child support payments, but he could always hide out in booty bay. The impregnation smash! His frantic thrusting built itself to a fever pitch, never before had he considered such a final move against his enemy, but now was the time! Shuddering the super villain brought himself out of her one final time, bracing himself for one final second before he slammed his Cobra deep into her, the Poonslammer reborn! Thick ropes of his vilian man-batter rocketed from him, his heavy villainous balls, full of evil sperm all full of evil desires, such as to stay up late, to skip salad at dinner and lie about doing the laundry! With no where else to go due to his slam of impregnation, the Green Cobra felt as his cervix-kissing snake sent all of his 'venom" into her unguarded core, pleasure rocketing through him, causing the very, very stupid orc to writhe like the snake he was named after!
[20:19] Gorim: (still here, just need some more water, also forgive me again, look what you made me do.)
[20:24] Voanah seized up for a moment longer, mewls escaping her that were laden with defeat and feigned pleasure, her entire being shuddering in passionate delight justice as she tried one final time to wring herself free from his Snake Fu hold, a vain attempt that was battered into submission when his final move unfolded her feeling her poor insides being poisoned and endure light damage over time (luckily she was wearing a poison resistance ring!) and damage to reputation as well, her poor ovum being assaulted and forced into conceiving a henchman for the villain. Weakened by the combat and the expenditure of her energy in attacks that were ultimately in vein, she collapsed, her head rolling to the side as her tongue lulled out, eyes blank and breathing shallow. The might Crystal Maiden defeated, and the identity of the Green Cobra revealed once more to the world, how will the Gemstone Girls find a way out of this situation? Find out next time!