4 comments/ 30898 views/ 4 favorites Lazdrick of Azeroth By: CaptainSmashums To the Reader: I've labeled the parts of these horrid adventures of Lazdric the Gnomish Warlock so that you can easily browse between non-filthy text and story and pulse pounding, pole-greasing sex. You will easily find all the naughty bits of our story clearly labeled for your masturbatory pleasure. Enjoy! * Lazdric was a rather evil little Gnome. Wily to the bone and thrice as cunning, he was a Warlock by trade, one of the rare few who dabble in demons and hells, controlling and binding creatures from the twisting nether to his nefarious will. The Gnome was a rather short fellow, as Gnomes had a tendency to be, hovering around the 4 foot mark, dressed in robes colored deep royal red and deep grey, with intricate and striking patterns stitched in. His hair was as black as his heart, and his eyes shone an eerie and all too bright green. Long ago he had gained a remarkably striking allure, which he earned from his long servitude to the lords of the hells below, and he was unnervingly perfect of appearance. A small bit of pointed black hair decorated his chin, giving him a suave sort of style, and his impeccable fashion sense made him a shockingly attractive little Gnome. This hadn't always been the case, however, dear reader, for Lazdric was once uglier than a Troll's myspace page, with a large and clumsy nose and stringy, lackluster hair. But what he lacked for looks he more than made up for with brains, and it had occurred to him early in life that nice guys certainly finish last, and ugly nice guys rarely even were admitted to the starting line. Thus, he searched for ways to power where his superior intellect could net him some profit, and he found his calling in the arts of the Warlock. I'll let you in on a little secret, dear reader-The beings of the Twisting Nether (That's hell to us Earthling types) are just dying to infect our world with some nastiness. There isn't an Imp alive that wouldn't love to smash through an orphanage or scorch a newborn. The thing of it is, these beings are trapped from entering the world of Azeroth. Warlocks are servants of these beings, and find loopholes in this rule, allowing the Demons and bad peoples of the twisting nether to assert their slimy grip on some of the goings on of the world. For their service, these bold men and women are granted startling powers. And naturally, Lazdric wanted all sorts of power. When he left Ironforge, Lazdric was poor, ugly, and determined to return to his home a new Gnome. Five years later, through his diligent study and tireless devotion to serving the demons of the Twisted Nether, he had gained multiple benefits of service. The first was his looks. Long gone was the dumpy Gnome and reborn was a suave, sleek Warlock bent on revenging past wrongs. Next came money and personal wealth. Lazdric was besieged with luxury, and his coffers overflowed with more gold than an oriental gold farmer. It was with great pleasure that Lazdric proudly rode his jet black nightmare steed towards the massive fortress of Ironforge-home of the Dwarves and the refuge Gnomes (Whose own home was destroyed by a terrible nuclear incident, but that is a story for another time altogether). The frightening horse had eyes like burning embers, and its hooves radiated with a chilling heat, leaving smoldering prints in the ice-glazed ground. Lazdric stopped his steed, looking with grim determination at the towering main gates. "Master! We are here! Is this not the place that you suffered in? This is not the Ironforge of your past?" Nordu was the emphatic and spirited Imp that often accompanied the Gnome on his adventures. Small, green, horned, and slightly problematic when it came to starting fires, he was one of Lazdric's cadre of demonic servants. "Yes, Nordu. Here is the place where I grew up. My memories here are vast and unsettling. Turned down by women of all races and types, I left here a desperate and grotesque youth. Now I return a bitter yet successful Warlock." He smiled, green eyes flashing brightly. "Let's go meet some old friends..." Years ago Lazdric our dark anti-hero would stare in astonishment at the lovely Gnomish Inventor's apprentice Jacy as she toiled and tinkered in her father's workshop. Never having the courage or belief in himself to ask her on a date, Lazdric could do little but dream about the day when he could come and woo her. Now, armed with so many dark gifts, he was certain ready to finally claim her as his. Walking into the Tinker's workshop, he saw her, bent over the hood of some impressive steam engine. He strode with confidence towards her, clearing his throat, taking full view of her supple, round Gnomish ass as it wiggled here and there. She was always obscene with her dress, sporting the same cut off jean shorts that he had stroked off to countless times in the privacy of him home. Her legs were plump and shapely, ending in non-descript, scuffed work boots. Jacy rose from her work and turned to him, unchanged in five years. Her eyes told the story instantly, large blue eyes growing as she observed the perfect specimen of manhood before her. He was mysterious, suave, and perfect to look upon. In that moment, Lazdric knew that he had her. Jacy's plump, sausage fat lips were glossy pink and pouty, her hair a shadowy black, cut at a sharp chin angle, bobbed in the back, just as Lazdric liked his women. His eyes immediately ventured to her most prized assets-a pair of titties that a human would be cumbersome lugging around. Her white wifebeater top was soaked through with sweat, and her pale white skin was slicked with grease. Great half moons of sweat were soaked through her top, and Lazdric couldn't help but get hard over the sight of her, still the same after so long. "H...Hello, Sir. May I help you?" She said timidly. "You can, my dear. I was simply wandering by and I couldn't help but notice that you were exceedingly beautiful. I would like very much to take you out for a drink. Perhaps when your shift is over?" He raised a sleek eyebrow, knowing that the girl was a terrible lush, and would slurp ale out of Frost Troll's sock if given the opportunity. She smiled and blushed slightly. "Thank you, Sir. That is very nice. I would love to drink with you. My shift ends in 5 minutes. Give me some time to clean up?" He stepped towards her, slowly tracing a finger over her smooth white shoulder, collecting some of her sweat and licking it off of his finger. "I rather like you sweaty." Ten minutes later, the two were drinking in a nearby tavern, the bitch already drunk off her ass, wavering in her seat and slurring her words. Lazdric made certain that the ale kept coming. Jacy was rather talkative once she had a couple of drinks in her. "You really think I'm pretty?" She was red about the cheeks, her blue eyes distant and foggy. Lazdric took her hand and brushed it against his lips. "My lady, I think you are absolutely divine." "My name is Jacy...hic!...What's yours?" "My name is Lazdric." At this, she let out a wild laugh, hiccupping and almost falling out of her seat in laughter. "Lazdric! I haven't heard that name in a while! There used to be a Lazdric who lived around here. What a loser! He used to sit outside my shop and stare at me all day. What a creepy guy! You're nothing like him..."She brazenly ran her hands along her his chest. "You're a fox." Lazdric's smile turned to a cold and vile sneer. He was simply here to finally bag this huge titted whore and be about his business, but her comment had set a new and more potent form of vengeance in his heart. A half hour later, Jacy was passed out and snoring loudly. Buying a common inn room, Lazdric hauled her to bed and dumped her there, rubbing his hands together and preparing to make the little tramp suffer for her loose tongue. Slipping off his robe and staring at her like a hunk of big breasted meat, Lazdric carefully undressed and set his clothing aside in a neat pile. Nordu his imp was anxiously hopping around the unconscious Gnomess. "Let's burn her, Master!" He clapped wildly at the prospect of charring someone so plump and juicy. "No, Nordu, not yet. First master has to have his fun...Leave us." With a wave of his hand, Nordu was gone, vanished in a quick puff of flame. SEX A six inch cock was huge for a Gnome, and through his fine service to his infernal masters, Lazdric was blessed with a throbbing, hungry member. Knowing that with the amount she drank sure to keep her unconscious for at least a half hour, he went to work slowly, propping her to sit up and finally, after years of fantasizing and dreaming, Lazdric reached his hands to cup those magnificent, easily double D breasts in his starved palms. His eyes lit up as he massaged and groped at her sweaty, large breasts. Adoring just how heavy and soft they were. He angrily yanked her wifebeater top down and under her large white thirst bags, making them mash against each other, exposing pale pink nipples. Gasping at the sight of her enormous, exposed rack, he immediately went to work, sealing his mouth on her nipples and slurping and sucking wildly, her sweat tasting better than a healing potion to him. He littered her enormous tits with vicious red suck marks, ravenously feasting on her plump jugs. Composing himself, the Gnome stood tall, smoothing his hair neat, and then angrily slapping her in the face before clutching her head with both hands and stabbing his pulsating cock into her slack, sloppy mouth. Lazdric moaned and grunted at the warm, wet paradise his cock was enjoying, and he injected six inches of cockmeat deep into Jacy's throat, adoring the involuntary chokes and gags she made with her throat. He bent her towards him and began to furiously bob her slack head on his lap, fucking her face with raw, brutal abandon. He could hear the sloppy sound of his sack hammering against her chin, finally releasing so much pent up aggression after so many years of dreaming of this day. Her fat, silky lips stretched around his mammoth tool, and Lazdric made certain to vigorously fuck her mouth. For better leverage, he stood on the bed, legs spread open so his feet were on either side of her. Gripping her silky black hair in his fists, Lazdric went to work raping her mouth, tagging the back of her throat with vicious and wild pumps of his hips, flexing his ass with each rough thrust. It didn't take long before the Warlock hit her sweet spot, and Jacy lurched forth a frothy wave of used ale, warming his neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair with an onrush of regurgitated alcohol. "Yes, bitch!" he yelled after bringing her throat to sloppy orgasm, slack mouth in a constant state of phlegmy, sodden release. He turned her into a drool fountain, a sloppy wet hole to use. Basking in his victory, Lazdric threw his head back and came in her mouth, his cock erupting in a wellspring of hot, gooey seed. He stabbed his cock down her throat, cumming directly down her windpipe, hearing her slurp and cough and hack to spit it back up again. He savored his orgasm, gripping her hair so tight he might yank sweaty clumps of it from her scalp. Moaning like some raging animal, the Gnome spunked in her mouth, feeling his hot load be puked back over his sloppy crotch. Feeling the relief slowly cascade over his small body, Lazdric hoped down off the bed. Without his hands to hold her upright, the unconscious Jacy fell back onto the bed, arms spread out to the sides. She snored and snorted loudly, sleepig through this abuse. Lazdric was still so fucking hard, and lunged for her, licking the sweat from her smooth, silky underarms, smoothing his hands along there, oiling her skin with her own sweat. Seeing a trail of frothy phlegm and puked up ail greasing up her massive, floppy tits, Lazdric straddled her chest, gripping her titties together roughly and slipping his hard cock betwixt her sweaty, phlegm and puke coated jugs. Like a frantic, wild machine, he fucked her cleavage, making a tight crevice with her tits and porking the shit out of it, rocking the bed in the process with his wild fucking. The bed creaked loudly as he used her, the Warlock spitting into her slack, sloppy mouth. Each hammering thrust of his hips sent her captured titties jiggling violently, and the smell of her sweat filled the room heavy. Lazdric fed off that scent, his stiff cock held tight between her sweater meat. Blessed with great stamina (as all good Warlocks should have), Lazdric felt his body tense up again. It didn't take long at all for her cleavage to bring him to another rousing climax. He pulled out and held his load in, building pressure as he frantically undid her pants, finding her muff smooth, shaven, and perfectly pink. He jammed his prick into her slit and jazzed full on in her twat as deep as he could, moaning in wild relief as he sank his fuckstick into her tight, stubborn pussy. Jizzing so much and then fucking it out of her hole, the room was loud with slurping and sloppy pounding sounds. Lazdric pulled out of her tight cunt slowly, dazed by the flood of pleasure, flipping the bitch over and slapping her ass wildly, spanking her jiggly, plump ass til it was a raw red and his handprints were not unlike purple scars on her flesh. Fully relieved, content with his own pleasure, he reached for his clothing, dressing himself calmly, unable to peel his eyes away from Jacy's passed out, used body. She was face down on the sopping wet bed, snoring loudly. Hands splayed to the side. She had been thoroughly used, and Lazdric could see his load slowly oozing from her tight, pink slit. Her ass was raw from a brutal slapping, but she was not a complete success for the Warlock yet. He reached for his wand, a malicious grin on his perfect face. Saying an arcane word, he charged it with fizzing arcane energies so that the crystal tip of it was like some blistering hot torch. With the fine tip, he neatly inscribed his name on her ass, branding her with his wand, writing his name on her round, raw red ass. The scent of her crackling flesh filled the room as he neatly scribed his name into her. He peeled off her soaking wet white wifebeater top, sopping with sweat, drool and ale-puke. He kissed it and inhaled the sweet scent, putting it into one of his traveling bags before leaving Jacy there on the bed to wake up to so much more than just a hangover. Poor Nordu, Lazdric thought, He missed a burning after all. Lazdrick of Azeroth Level 02 To the Reader: You may have noticed that in our last adventure, our grim and lethally wicked anti-hero had his name spelled "Lazdrick" in the title, yet in the story that followed, the "k" was left off the spelling. I will explain this before our next tale begins! You see, in Dwarven tradition, ending a name in the letter K is considered a grim omen of misfortunes to come. Therefore, since our first story took part in the mountain fortress of Ironforge, capital of the Dwarven lands, I felt it only respectful to uphold the tradition. Forgetting the spelling of the main character's name is in NO WAY due to myself, the author, being absent minded or ignorant to detail...However, to stray from any confusion in recounting LazdricK's erotic exploits, I will use the proper spelling of the name, and apologize for any offense taken by any readers of Dwarven decent. Thank you, and enjoy. STORY It was another bitterly cold day in Dun Morogh, the frozen hunk of land where the massive Dwarven capital of Ironforge dominated the chilly landscape. A few miles from the mountain keep, Lazdrick and his hulking blue demon Hazos waited patiently for the arrival of Lazdrick's newest business acquaintance. Hazos was chosen for today's task for his mindless obedience and nigh indestructible physique. The Voidwalker demon was perfect for gruesome tasks such as the one they were about to embark on this crisp morning. Lazdrick looked towards the Troll cave entrance and shook his head, almost feeling sorry for the savages, who were about to be cleared entirely from this icy cavern in the goriest way possible. The Gnome had out his wand, admiring the craftsmanship of it, practicing his shot on a few far off trees, gracefully zapping off some of the smaller branches when he saw in the distance a figure approaching. And what a figure it was! Lazdrick smiled as Anya approached. The Dwarf Warrior was quite a sight for any male. She was short and broad, thick and curvy, with tits easily bigger than the Gnomes head. Her double D's were trapped in a simple white top that was daringly low cut and less than halfway buttoned. She wore a sexy red beret from where her chin length, bobbed orange hair neatly framed her sexy face. Eyes of brilliant green, with cheeks and cleavage sprinkled with cinnamon colored freckles. She wore a short plaid red skirt, polished shoes, and knee high white socks. Her pale white legs were thick yet shapely, and strapped to her back was a singularly menacing looking claymore sword that was almost as heavy as the two massive gallons of meat that she lugged around on her ample chest. Lazdrick smiled to his demonic protector. "Dwarven fashion, gotta love it." She smiled as she approached him, reaching behind her back and heaving the hulking sword to a ready position. "Morning Lazdrick, was it?" "Yes. I'm glad to see you're still on board for our little plan." "Of course! I wouldn't a-give it up for th'world! Are ye ready?" Her thick accent gave Lazdrick a shiver, the Dwarven manner of speaking making the small, stout race seem brainless beyond belief. Her ignorance made this even sweeter. "Before we begin, you are clear on our bargain?" He raised a sleek black eyebrow. Anya nodded, taking a massive practice swing with her large blade. "We go in, kill off anything that moves, lop off the head of the main Troll Shaman, which I bring back t'Ironforgefor the hefty reward and glory, and you keep yer mouth shut about helping me through. In return for the reward and the glory of the kill, you get t'have yer way with me when the deed is done, and once every month after the fact for a year." "I re-iterate that our deal is I may perform any sexual act upon you that I wish, no matter how perverse or morbid, short of torture, for one hour per meeting. Is that clear?" He removed an aged parchment with their agreement sketched upon it. A black quill appeared in Lazdrick's hand and he signed the contract, handing it over to the busty, glory hungry Dwarf Warrior. "Are we agreed?" She took the contract and without even skimming it, she signed it hurriedly. "Aye, agreed." Lazdrick rolled up the parchment and slipped it into one of his bags, smiling. "Very well, let us begin our little quest." Anya was a whelp of a fighter compared to Lazdrick's vast infernal knowledge and power. While lethal with her massive sword, there was no way that she would be able to clear the entire Troll cave by her lonesome. The Gnome Warlock's presence made it entirely too easy to clear the way, as Troll parts and gore littered the caverns only a few minutes after their entry. With her Troll Shaman decapitated, tusked head in one of her bags, Anya surveyed the damage around them. "By the light, little Gnome, yer a firecracker, y'are!" The carnage was truly breathtaking, as not a surviving troll could be found. "Well, tha's that. When should I expect ye for your payment?" Lazdrick twirled his wand deftly, like a gunslinger might a six shooter, and slipped it into his belt, ignoring the compliment. He looked over at Anya, who was sweating profusely from the swinging of her heavy, massive blade. Having taken out only a few Trolls had made the Dwarfess strikingly slick to the skin. Lazdrick couldn't conceal his mammoth erection, and took some menacing steps towards her. "Put your sword away and bend over." Anya smiled. "Here n'now, aye? You are to th'point!" Lazdrick tilted his head and gave her a look that could melt the cave around them. He reared back and gave her a stern, stinging slap cross her face. "Shut your ill-educated mouth, you fat dwarven whore, and put your sword away and bend over!" He demanded loudly. SEX SEX SEX Shocked by the outburst, and humbled by the slap, Anya nodded in silent amazement and stabbed her huge claymore into the floor at her side, turning her back timidly to Lazdrick and bending over, displaying her plump, gorgeous ass that peeked from beneath her short plaid skirt. She wore nothing beneath, and displayed for him shaven and pink paradise. The Gnome Warlock marched behind her, opening his robes and fishing out his six inch cock, which had been made ravenously hard by all the carnage. Grabbing both of Anya's plump arms in his grip for leverage, he aligned his throbbing, hot cock with her cunt. Turning his head to his Voidwalker minion, Lazdrick decreed. "Hazos, alert me when an hour's time has passed." The Demon nodded silently and floated away from them to keep sentinel at the cave's entrance. Anya's scream echoed loudly through the cave as she had six inches of stiff Gnome cock crammed into her box without so much as a kiss hello. No foreplay, no tender caresses or teases. Only cock meeting cunt in a savage, primal sort of fucking. Lazdrick was not a strong Gnome by any means, but he had numerous trinkets and items of magical power that enhanced his naturally frail build. When he gripped her arms, it felt as if an orc was Orchandling her. Lazdrick used his vice grip on her arms to pump her back on his lap as his hips thrust forth, impaling her tight, sweet pussy with his spear. He gritted his teeth and fucked her raw till by reaction her pussy moistened to his assault, becoming a slick, tight little haven. Her loud and painful grunts soon gave way to mellow, shocked little bursts of pleasure. "Ow! Ow! Easy...it hur-Mmmmm...oh...oh..." Anya's fat ass slapped loudly back against Lazdrick's body as he pounded her with his steak, drilling her pussy with every ounce of primal vigor that he had. Bent over, her enormous titties bouncing, trapped beneath her loose white top, it took seconds only before one of her jugs plopped free and met the cold air. Her pink nipple stiffened immediately, and Lazdrick reached around her to capture the loose, hulking breast, squeezing and pumping her chest violently as he fucked her in the Troll cave. Letting go of her arms to clutch at her titties, tearing her blouse open and setting them free, Anya reached out to grip the handle of her sword nearby to hold her steady. Her cute little red beret was sloppily crooked due to the velocity of his pumps, and her silky orange hair was sticking to her face. The smell of fuck and sweat filled the cave, mingling with that of gore and death. The Warlock could think of few things more romantic. "I'm a'gonna cum!" Anya moaned hotly, her body tightening immedietaly, clamping down on Lazdrick's cock. He grinned and immediately pulled out of her pussy, slapping his stiff cock on her gorgeous, plump ass, sending ripples through it as he battered her with his meat. She moaned in disappointment as he exited her just short of making her cum. "You seem to forget, you dwarven whore, that this is about my pleasure. Not yours." And with that, six inches stabbed into her tight asshole, making Anya flat out scream in discomfort. Her beret fell clear off her head as Lazdrick pounded her chubby ass, his balls slapping rudely against her bare pussy, delivering so much pleasure to her, but just shy of getting her off. He took great pleasure in raping her ass, hammering his body forth, abusing her so vividly. All the while his hands stayed plastered to those heaving double d titties, squeezing and groping them passionately. "Fuck, bitch, here it comes!" He said with little beyond a second of warning, he came full blast in her tight asshole, gasping as his balls strongly flushed their contents into her. She let out a panicked sort of scream and sobbed breathily, never feeling anything like this before. Lazdrick the Gnome took a few more punishing, stiff thrusts of his hips and pulled out of her ass sharply, letting the Dwarf collapse on her hands and knees, weeping. He walked around to her front, looking down at the pathetic display. "What's wrong, the big tough Warrior whore never been fucked in the ass?" He angrily spit down on her, some globs of saliva decorating her orange, sweaty hair. "Well guess what, bitch? We still have forty five minutes of playtime." He smiled and motioned to the hourglass. "So pick up that cute little hat and put it on, then get on your fat knees and put your hands behind your back." She obeyed him, tears streaking her heavily applied eyeliner, ashen trails running down her freckled cheeks. She obeyed him, meekly slipping on her beret and lacing her wrists behind her back. Her pouty, beestung pink lips were trembling invitingly, so Lazdrick had decided to put them to good use. "Pucker up, baby." He said, resting his palm on top of her beret and slipping his cock betwixt her fat, sultry lips. Anya tried to pull away, in no mood to taste her own ass at present, but Lazdrick gripped her head with both hands and forcefully inserted himself to a sickening gag from his victim. "What's wrong, don't like the taste?" He grinned down at her and began to hammer fuck her mouth, his hips pumping frantically forth, stabbing her gag reflex, conquering it easily. She tried to pull away, tried to breath, but he was far too strong. Anya's green eyes, so pretty and pure, rolled up into the back of her head as she was assaulted in this fashion, her wind pipe blocked off completely by Lazdricks throbbing, stiff cock. GURK GURK GURK GURK GURK! It was like a lovely chorus to Lazdrick, the sounds her victimized throat yielded forth. Her sweaty bobbed hair swished back and forth as he forced her to headbang on his lap, a constant and steady shower of phlegm and spit his reward for such persistent throat fucking. "Stick your tongue out...lick my fucking balls..." He demanded, slapping the dwarven cunt on the back of the head, forcing her to deepthroat every last inch of him. She obeyed, sticking out her tongue and massaging his sack with it, puking up a freah wave of clear, frothy spit in the process. He smiled down at her, pulling out of her throat and resting his massive dong right on her head while she coughed and puked up more rivers of phlegm. "Sword oil." "What?" She asked between sloppy hacks and coughs. "You surely have oil on your person for your weapon?" "...Aye." She wiped some unsightly drool from the side of her plump lips. "Coat your tits with it." He said coldly. "Aye..." Timidly, she gathered a flask of the stuff and peeled off her shirt, which was now more like a heavy sodden wet rag, soaked through with sweat and drool. Her enormous, milky white cans sprang free and bounced with even the slightest action she took. Lazdrick salivated as he watched her pour the oil on her rack, smearing it all over her jugs with her hands, making them glisten in the cold. "Now hold them together. Present them to me." She nodded, cheeks red and ashamed, she gripped her easily double d breasts and pressed them together for his inspection, arching her back and turning her face away, too ashamed to look at him. Roughly, savagely, Lazdrick Jammed his cock between her fleshy orbs. His lip curled in a sneer as he rabidly assaulted her chest, sending six inches of Gnomish meat stabbing between her slick, greasy titties. The shocking velocity of his hips stole the Dwarf's breath, Anya's torso bucking with the shock of each sloppy thrust. She dared to look up at him, getting a glob of hot spit in the face for her trouble. She couldn't' understand how this sort of treatment could turn her on, but her heart raced and her sore, throbbing pussy was moistening to the treatment. Her steaming hot cleavage, lubed with sweat, oil, and a healthy bit of her own slobber and phlegm was absurdly quick in bringing Lazdrick to climax. He pulled out of her sticky paradise, her massive jugs flopping free. Anya stared as if entranced by the passionate stroking Lazdrick was giving himself, the Gnome gripping his stiff cock and jerking himself off, the business end of his tool aimed right at her sexy face. Anya was breathing heavily through her mouth, plump lips open just a bit. "TAKE MY LOAD." Lazdrick decreed, spurting a hot thick torrent of piping hot jizz against her lovely face. Anya winced in shock at the sheer amount of cum, the slick, heavy seed spraying her, giving her a gooey mask of silvery spunk. She shut her eyes, letting wave after wave of goop decorate her features. She felt it creep into her mouth, burning her eyes as it seeped into her thick eyelashes. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he gave her a thick, messy facial, Lazdrick gasping as his nuts emptied in the cold Troll cave. He flicked his cock at her, sending the last few drops of his cum slapping against her face. Anya moved her hand shakily to wipe her face clean and Lazdrick slapped her hand away. "Bitch, I still have fifteen minutes left. Just enough time for you to crawl out of this cave on your hands and knees with my load seeping down your whore face." He smiled and tilted his head. Resting his boot on her jizz sprayed forehead, Lazdrick kicked her away from him. Slinking away, Anya could be heard weeping, crawling like an animal towards the exit of the cave. "And once every month, don't you fucking forget, you fat dwarf bitch." Feeling much lighter with his sack emptied, Lazdrick composed himself. He was just about to step out of the cavern when he heard a sniffling from the corner of the dark cavern. Turning towards the sound, he realized for the first time, that the two had not been alone...