The Song of the Gulch

Hakaju shivered, a guttural groan rolling off his lips as he finally allowed his softening member to slide out. Seed almost immediately shot out of the elf, her slender fingers digging into the earth below them as she moaned, the woman's purple skin glistening with sweat in the sunlight. Her ample butt remained raised in the air though, as if expecting further attention, and as Hakaju turned and nodded at his orc compatriot, one out of many, he heard her getting it almost immediately - a wanton mewling punctuated by skin hitting skin, and the coarse grunts of her lover, filling the air behind the retreating troll.

It was not a unique sight either, nor sound. All around him, though some certainly more secluded than others, a chorus of voices rose to the skies - their approval ringing out like a disorganized mating call, and, as Hakaju noted, largely with the same effect. For anyone within hearing range, there was simply no mistaking what was actually going on, so once the first throaty moan had been uttered, there would be more flocking to the fields.

"O-oh Light..."

What was, however, still surprising to him were the common presence of the more... recognizable folks. They'd been there often enough for him to begin categorizing their various tastes, effectively being able to predict their various states as he strode around, waiting to recover. Orcs flocked around someone ahead of him, something he noted as the telltale sign of Jaina being in the field, and indeed, as he got closer he could see her iconic ponytail being held in one, oversized green hand. From the corner of his eye he spotted another purple elf in the distance as well, and judging by the sheer enthusiasm of her voice, marked her down as Tyrande - someone who would never deny any Horde entry into her quivering form, but who had a very distinct bias towards Tauren. Conversely, the hulking mass of her bovine companion was bent over her, holding her hands against the wooden logs below as he thrust inside without abandon, with Tyrande in turn inspiring a particular feral side to the otherwise quite docile plainswalkers.

Quite the match.

"I've been thinking, Hakaju."

The old troll's head turned, eyeing a nearby human with mild curiosity.

"A dangerous pastime, mon. Wat on yer mind?"

"I was just- ohh.. oh careful there, girl."

A black-haired orcess tended to the human's needs with a fervor that had the man occasionally grimace, her grip on his thighs vise-like as her head bobbed towards a member just out of Hakaju's sight. A sigh escaped the pink-ish skinned man as he allowed a hand to rest on her head, fingers gripping her scalp as he, to her approval, began to thrust, teeth grit as his gaze returned to the troll.

"Whoresong Gulch."

Hakaju blinked.

"Wat?"

"It's... a more fitting name these days, don't you think?"

Hakaju snorted and shook his head, something that drew a grin from the human - though he soon reverted to his more exerted expression. The orcess trying to make up for technique through sheer enthusiasm was seemingly taking its toll on him.

"Ah'd agree, but ya namin' needs work."

"You're just annoyed you didn't come up with it first."

He was, but the human would never know that.

"Get ya focus rite, mon. What ya doin' thinkin up names right now, anyway?"

"How do you think... I last as long as I do?"

Hakaju shook his head, once more, and strolled off, earning a somewhat pained chuckle from the human. Yet there wasn't any respite from the presence of Alliance folks and their clever quips. All around him the ground was littered with people, Horde and Alliance both, not a single one concerned with sticking to their own side in their lovemaking - how or when the gulch had turned into this strange universe of its own, Hakaju had no idea, but he was not one to complain.

After all, all it took was for him to stop, briefly, just to take in the scene of a large draenei plowing into a particularly shapely troll girl, for a slender hand to come up from below and gently grasp around his, by now, rapidly growing member. Plump lips belonging to an almost painfully beautiful draenei closed around him, her hair whiter than the whitest snow, and he drew in a deep breat before elevating his gaze from her etheral eyes in order to not, in less than a minute, simply hose her throat with seed. Yet she sucked on him with the experience of a thousand years, tongue dancing playfully around his pole while her hips, wider than her shoulders, bucked from excitement.

Dangerous. Tempting.

But no, he had another aim today. As the sun blared down at him, his head swung about as he wiped sweat from his brow, and he spotted her once more. An orc, a different one from when he saw her last, pistoned inside her like there was no tomorrow, the woman's hands busy with two others as yet another thrust up inside the confines of her generous bosom, her clothes miraculously still hanging on after all this time.

Hakaju, too, would hang on. He would have to, if he truly wanted a round with Proudmoore herself.

He just had to be patient, and wait, however long, for the usual signs in her song.

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Angle 1:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/deepskybluereasonableporpoise

Angle 2:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/snowdisloyalloris

Angle 3:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/shamefultrueseaslug

Angle 4:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/embellishedreflectingherring

Angle 5:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/cumbersomeillustriousrottweiler

Angle 6:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/acclaimedgloomysnowmonkey

Angle 7:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/offensivecircularwaterdogs

Angle 8:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/weirdwebbedmuntjac

Downloads:
EDIT (sound, small file size, sony vegas edited)
Compilation (compilation of all edit angles into one video file)
RAW (no sound, large file size, raw render)

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Jaina animation loop, courtesy of the Alley Crew vote (and a dice roll or three). I tried some new stuff again in this one, including an animation actually set during day time, and while it certainly has its flaws I'm pretty happy with how it otherwise turned out. Hope you enjoy it folks! We haven't seen Warcraft action in a while, after all :)

Thank you, as always, for your continued support and for all of your kind words! Thunderstorms are rolling in over the country here, though we're somewhat spared in the north (at least compared to the south, holy moly), which makes me very happy for the lighting rod infrastructure we have around where I live. Hope you're safe out there, folks. Now to hope I don't get instantly fried when I head to the gym.

Take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH