Lazdrick of Azeroth

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!

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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.