X'sara, the Ambassador (Part 1) (Animation + Story) (Patreon)

Male POV  -  Gfy (Soundless)  /  Webm (Sound)  /  Mixtape (Sound) 

Female POV  -  Gfy (Soundless)  /  Webm (Sound)  /  Mixtape (Sound) 

Vaginal Render  -  Gfy  /  Webm  /  Mixtape  /  Mega Mirror 

X'sara gracefully navigated through the bonfire illuminated Horde encampment in the chill of night.  Half Draenei, half succubus. Her body wrapped with ankle length, moonbright white, semi-transparent diplomatic fabric.  Each step light, feminine and flowing with purpose. Driving deeper into the belly of the beast.  The flowing, gossamer outfit giving way in stark contrast to the voluptuous, dark silhouette of her fiendishly proportion beneath as she crossed the fires.

X'Sara paused before the threshold of her destination. The Warlord emblazed central structure towering with totemic power.  Towering Tauren pillars supporting it internal volume. Luxurious red dyed canvas pulled taut across its circumference. Outside, the diplomatically garbed hybrid visitor faced the glare of young orc face,  Battle gear dressed.  The steward of the entrance and page of the camp's commander.

"Business? Ally whore?"  The burly greenskin sneered. X'sara wasn't intimidated by his callous.  She could easily sense the underlying thirst for her in his heart. She could almost listen to his thoughts, his urge to plunge his cock into her mouth, pussy, ass.  Turning to acknowledge him, the only visible part of her face under her shadowed cloak, glossy ruby lips, just smiling at him.

Before she could bother answering though, a second, deeper, massive voice billowed from within. "Her. Inside. Now."

The orc grunt, clenched his jaw in frustration. Disappointment. He stepping to the side, giving way.  Growled under his breath he whispered "Later. Me."

X'sara passed the orc on her way in,  licking those lips of hers, turning slightly meet the gaze of greenskin brute.  She nodded in agreement. Later. Him.

The canvas flap gave way to her. It was left to fall limp, smacking her rump almost in welcome as she entered. She stood, gathering her surroundings.

Standing inside, at the center, a monster of a bovine brute, arms crossed, head and horns barely cleared by the top of the tent.  Around him, embankment of cushions, thick Mulgore woven rugs, and little furniture.

"Ambassador? Here. Why?"  He snorts to punctuate his question in a mix of inquisitive and annoyance.  His gaze taking her in. He was both intimidating in strength but not lacking awareness.

X'Sara begins to answer.  Inhaling the masculine aroma lingering in the enclosed space to fill her lungs. Her sultry, feminine voice flowing from her lips while her body floated forward.  She effortlessly pulled the hood of her cloak back to reveal her face in full detail.  The exquisite make-up designed to perfectly enhancing her seductive features. Mascara. Eyeliner. Lipstick.  Everything glistened with sexual plumpness in the firelight.  Finally replying, "To bridge rel-"

The Tauren growls through his maw, and in one swift motion, stomps his left hoof from just inch on the ground.  A gesture of command, thudding to cease the platitude.

"No. Reason. Real. Draenei cunt."  The Tauren superior uncrossed his arms.  His beautifully hairy, broad body and muscled stature was intimidating even for his orc subordinates. Let alone a single defenseless woman. Yet she continued to approach without a shred of hesitation. Her cloak falling off completely before him submissively, leaving her bare and exposed to his eyes.  He couldn't avoid taking in her body in all of its salacious, succulent glory.

X'sara was exquisitely groomed, oiled, her rich hued blue skin and obscene proportions spoke of her twin breeding.  Her voluptuous chest bubbling out and off her torso, nipples thick as shot-glasses in erection.  Her attention greedy cunt liberally self-lubricating, the juices freely running down her inner thighs.  Her only wardrobe underneath was her black fishnet thigh highs and a collar with the golden "HORDE WHORE" scrolling around its circumference, accenting her piercings.

"To Serve the Horde," she purrs aggressively at him in reply. X'sara peered up fearlessly while caressing those decadent lips with her moist tongue.  Teasing the inhumanly masculine beast on two hooved legs in front of her.  Lesser women would be terrified.  X'Sara was only more aroused by him.  She felt extremely comfortable with his size, power, sexual masculinity.  His groin so close, she could lick it without effort now.  A deviant tingle of betrayal lingering in her heart.

The bullstud gently reached forward, slowly wrapped his fingers around his delicious guest's horns, carefully pulling her head closer to him.  His body was stacked with burly muscle, his scent of the open grassland and hard, sweaty sex. He looked down upon X'sara, opening his muzzle, tongue allowed to hang, letting a thick strand of steamy saliva drip in a thick single strand.  X'sara in return, opened her lips wide, tongue held out as a red-carpet to welcoming her host's gift.  She could feel his lust boiling around him, growing savagely both spiritually and physically.  She was held against him, the pulse of passionate blood surging to that sheath so close to her in his groin.  Soft, wrist thick bullcock phallus emerged wantonly from its sleeve, pressing and throbbing against her chest.  Her tongue curled over the end of his spit, savoring the rich flavor, swallowing aloud, the knot of liquid visibly rushing down her throat.

He said nothing more.  She was his living fuckmeat. The Tauren's Draenei cocksleeve.  Until he was done with her.

X'sara followed the guiding hand of the bull's grip on her horns without question, her succubus blood racing from his lust for her, arousal raging out of control.  She had been sweating in sympathetic delight since coming to the camp.  Naturally sensing in the constant sexual frustration of the men of the Horde camp, their unsatisfied sexual passion saturating her. She felt alive and even more desired.  Now, the buff bullstud's body so close, his veiny cock so eager,  his need to fuck her so intense and intimate, she was nearly on edge of a climax. 

X'sara fell with practiced glee into the nest of cushions, rolling to her back.  Immediately after, her legs spread, knees apart and slightly bend.  Her torso shifting to curl up slightly in her seat, presenting her dripping, vertically stacked fuckholes for him approval and to ruthlessly plow without mercy.  The wet folds of cunt blossoming apart with swelling hunger for his girth to choke it.  But she could sense his preference already, her fingers creeping along her ass cheeks, pulling it apart as they walked toward her tailhole, spreading apart the deep blue trench of Draenei bottom, revealing the puffy, thick ring of her anus.  It bulged with something glinting inside.

Moaning in delight and purpose, X'Sara pushed with her pelvic muscles, and began to expel the plug's base.  The glassy sheen of its smooth surface contrasting with the dark, moist meat of her anal ring dragging on it, fist thick ribs forcing the orifice to stretch across, until it popped free with an obscene slurp, leaving her bottomless depths visible to her Tauren host. 

Without hesitation, the bullstud took up his place between her hooves, his cock pulsing with lust, pressing the head against her greedy tailhole.  She smiled in victory, "Fuck me."