Sexy Story of the Month - Totem Twisting (Patreon)

Sherri may not have been a rogue but she was sure acting like one as she snuck out from the guild hall that evening. Oddly enough her mage abilities provided for quite the sneaky escapades, a full body invisibility spell that could last long enough to venture out unnoticed and unseen by her comrades. Into the dark streets of Shattrath the doggirl mage ventured, it was a short flight to the mountainous hills of Nagrand after that. Her champion bred gryphon flying amongst the evening clouds as the twisting nether endlessly twirled overhead on the shattered crater remnants of the world now known as Outland. The descent was as smooth as one could hope for and with a touch upon the beak of her trusted winged steed she’d told it to fly home to Shattrath since she could make the return trip with a simple series of mana imbued gestures and an incantation. 

“You’re late,” A husky voice spoke with a level of teasing mirth as Sherri glanced towards it. The shadows concealed little of the tall male’s form especially with the glimmering embers of fire elemental magic that held upon his shoulder armor. “I was almost starting to think you weren’t coming. Like I wasn’t worth the hassle.” His slick salamander form with a large bulbous tail was leaning against a stone pillar with his arms folded over his chest. 

“Uh huh.” Sherri mused carefully as she approached him, her barefoot paws touching gently upon the soft grass as she neared his form. “You know you could just let me use your totems without having to pay you each evening before raid.” Her bright blue tongue poked out teasingly as his nostrils flared with a smirk. 

“And let the Warlocks have a fit and toss curses at me? No thank you! Besides,” The shoulder armor holding upon his body clicked as his hands unhooked them, the massive boulders falling to the ground revealing the muscular biceps of his arms. His hands at the sides of his waist and another clicking sound, the large metallic cuirass also imbued with flaming elemental magic falling from his body with a trail of slime connected still to his muscular form breaking only once the metal clanged upon the ground. “I’ve grown quite fond of my after herb farming routine.” He leaned back lifting his arms behind his head showing off his muscular physique and the ripples of toned masculinity that emanated from his body. “Mmh.. Sorry I’m a bit musky today.” He smirked at her scrunched face. 

“Ugh,” She glowered under her breath knowing how much he enjoyed watching her take in his scent. “But if it tastes gross I’m fucking done!” She demanded and began to tug away at her own garments leaving herself naked before him as he happily took in the sight. His cock already rising as he leaned his body back showing off his slimy length. 

He stretched his form purposefully, cracking at the bones  as he took a seat upon the conveniently smooth stone ledge. His tail thumping against it as his cock throbbed hungrily in front of her, only when he spoke did she finally become distracted from the pulsating shaft. “Don’t worry, it’ll taste great. I’m an alchemist after all.” He winked with one of his glowing violet eyes. “I also got you a couple of Fel Lotuses for your trouble.”

She muttered something under her breath but he didn’t seem to notice or he probably didn’t care not when her body had begun to kneel before him, her lips kissing at the slickness of his abdomen as her knees rested upon the soft grass. Her footpaws fidgeting against one another as her fingertips slid along his thighs and her head leaned forwards much to the strained amphibian grunts that came from overhead while her lips focused upon the tip of his cock with a succulent kiss. 

She was cautious at first sliding her lips down the tip of his cock while her bright puppy brown eyes gazed up at him watching the salamander’s tongue twirl excitedly as she sucked more and more of his length between her lips. He was right, his slickness, the slime that exuded from his pores that cooled his body had a thick pungent scent but it was sweet to the taste like a subtle fruit that tickled at her tastebuds. It must have been some new alchemical concoction and the brief concern of side effects from tasting it was quickly pushed aside in favor of the warmth building up in her pussy. She could feel his body rising and the excitement building between both of their forms as her tongue wormed along the base of his cockmeat and slowly she pulled her lips back to the tip of his shaft with the tongue carefully sliding along the cumslit. 

Her head bobbed slowly along his cock while her palms massaged against his slick salamander sack, padded thumb gently touching along the swelling organ while her head rode against his saltysweet cockmeat. Her eyes glancing up at him in time for his huffing and groaning face to look strained with pleasure, his body rising in temperature as she bathed his cock with ample strands of her own saliva that mixed with the slime that was thickening along his shaft. Suddenly his hand outstretched to the side and Sherri caught a glimpse of a rising structure almost a foot and a half tall form out of soil, clay, iron, and mineral into a familiar shape. A totem rest beside her and she could already feel the soothing chill of mana return to her form and her eyes closed happily burying her face upon his cock letting it slide deeper into the warmth of her maw, the ridges of the roof of her mouth tickling along the head of his cock before pushing against the back of her throat. 

She felt a chill along her spine as something touched against the base of her tail, her eyes glancing over her shoulder to see a long clear looking tendril that had emerged from the totem. “Relax,” His voice, soothing and deep as his fingertips touched along her hair. “I can return the favor a little bit.” The motion of the watery tendrils expanded in triplicate, Sherri’s plump blue folds quivering as she felt the unfamiliar tendril pushing against her quim as she let out a muffled moan with his palm pushing her further down upon his cock. 

Slimey essence filled the depths of her body tickling at the edge of her womb and causing her body to tense and tighten as the wriggling appendage made her groan and squirm in delight. Her pawtoes scrunching tightly as she balanced herself in front of him, her head pushing back and forth upon this slick meat that was lubed perfectly for her throatmuscles, dipping against the back of her tongue and plunging down her throat until her nostrils mushed against his furless crotchmound and his slimedrool dribbled from his extended tongue upon her muzzle. Her eyes focused upon him, watching the grunts and groans as every so often her vision would be obscured by the flesh of his body only to see him with blurried eyes a split second later. 

It was a dizzying pleasure that rippled through her body as she undulated her throatwalls upon his cock, her body almost hiccupping when the combination of his dickmeat fully lodged at the depths of her throat hit at the same time as the twin tendrils inched along her sapphire blue pucker. Her eyes lit up at how easily it slid inside, the liquid wrapped essence worming into the tightest of her holes and stretching at the walls of her second hold while the curving tendril rolled along her pussy walls. The combination of their penetrative motions amping up the pressing sensations she felt in her cuntmound, like she was being squeezed from the inside, her eyes starting to roll in the back of her head as teardrops formed upon her cheeks. It felt like she was going to explode but at the same time that it stung and hurt she’d never felt so amazing before in her life!

His body strained and his jaw clenched tightly, the salamander shaman trembling as his slippery digits coiled between her soft tresses. She could feel his cock throbbing against her tongue and the pulsations of a male clearly on the brink, her fingertips clung around his thighs holding onto him as the tendrils plunged opposite rhythm of each other filling her pussy and ass with winding twirls of pleasure. Her quivering twat squeezing upon the gooey water based slickness as he let out a resounding open mouthed groan of pleasure. The taste of his cum a thicker version than the flavor she’d come to enjoy that oozed from his body to keep him moist in his daily travels.

His hot cum flooded at the back of her throat and Sherri curled her pawtoes excitedly, swallowing down every gulp of cum she could get her hands on. She felt her body tingle with excitement and focus, it was the distilled purity of his fire totems culminated into ropes of cum that he fed directly into her maw. She gulped down the flavor greedily, stroking his shaft as she pulled her lips back to drink down every drop he had to offer which further charged her body with focus and adrenaline. As a shaman that mastered the elements his body could harness them and distribute them in a myriad of forms often taking the shape of a totem conjured from the earth. But none was as potent as imbuing it in his seed! Sherri’s pawtoes scrunched tightly as she pulled her lips back and let his ropes of spunk drizzle upon her breasts which she eagerly massaged into her plump tits. “Guwhhh.. Hahhh..” He strained with excitement as his ropes of cum pumped out from the tip of his cock and pelted upon her muzzle, neck, and another strand landing upon her tits, all of which eagerly massaged into her own body. 

“Hhfff… Right..?” Sherri moaned hotly as she leaned back upon her knees, resting her asscheeks upon her heels as she let the cum seep through her fur and touch upon her skin, the almost endless stream of salamander sperm practically drizzling on her like a half-open hissing faucet. Her hand caressed upon her face and drew down upon her neck as both breasts were squeezed promptly by her fingertips that teased against her nipples. Little electric magma sparks began dance along her body as her hands dipped further down to her pussy cupping at the mound and smoothing her twat with a healthy copious smoothing of cumjuices against her twat. “Thank you..” Sherri crooned happily as she looked up to her generous benefactor who’s cock lay half limp and spent with his balls fully drained upon her greedy body. 

“Hahh.. ahuhh.. fuh..Anytime.. Pleasures.. all mine.” He panted offering a weak little thumbs up as Sherri stood to her feet, her bare form drenched in his cum as she winked in his direction.

“See you at raid tomorrow!”

…

Cindersmoke wafted from her fingertips as the pyrohungry fire mage settled herself upon a makeshift seat in the hallway of the once formidable Tempest Keep. The metallic corpse of a demonic engineered reaver the size of a large house lay crumpled in a heap upon the indented ballroom. Other demons lay scattered in various death curls but one thing was a common trend among all of them, the amount of burn marks that charred flesh and steel. One of her teammates glared in her direction with an upturned lip of suspicion. “Say, Sherri,” His fennec ears flattened back. “How do you think you got all those crits on this guy?”

She proudly smirked lifting a single leg and crossing knee over knee while her footpaw dangled and her eyes lit up. “Ohhh I don’t know, just had a bit of a hot streak I guess!”