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"Petal" El Moonburst
• Booper of Noses • Vacation Property Manager • Leading Lady of Divine Delights •
"How can I help?"
Personality
Due to her life as a slave, El often lacks etiquette and can be very impulsive. That said, if you gain her trust, you have a friend for life.Always wanting to help others, El will go out of her way to assist those she feels is in need, no matter if it is a physical one, or an emotional one. This can, however, sometimes lead her to make emotionally charged decisions.When El or one of those she cares for is threatened, El will use what she learned in both captivity and beyond to get her way, whether it be by her fists, her bolts, or otherwise...
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History
Pre-Shadowlands (before character creation):
Morillia Moonsky was the product of a Quel'dorei nobleman getting a bit too involved with his mistress. Fearing the political embarrassment, El's mother, one Senriel Sunbrook was instructed to hide her child, from the public eye by the child's father, [REDACTED]. After years of keeping her a secret, but having several close calls, [REDACTED] took matters into his own hands. He murdered his mistress and took Morillia into the forest, where he then sold her off to the Amani trolls to be a slave... As the poor girl was for several decades. Due to this trauma, Morillia developed Dissociative Identity Disorder (D.I.D), allowing some part of herself to have some semblance of a childhood. Her altar took on the original name of Morillia, leaving the host to be what the Amani trolls deemed her to be... "Pet Elf".
Early Shadowlands:
"Pet Elf" was rescued from the Amani trolls by one Destinna Lynn, a human Blood Knight serving the people of Silvermoon since before her own kingdom of Lordaeron fell. After being chastised by the Sin'dorei population, "Pet" made her way to Stormwind where she was adopted by the "Still Blade Syndicate", where she was given the name "El" and began to be taught how to read, write, and fight. She still took a while to learn Common, as it was a difficult language, often only able to speak broken Common.
Mid-Shadowlands:
After several great months with her newfound family, it all fell apart, leaving El to follow her mother figures to a new group, called Recoil. Here she continued her lessons and even found love in one Dari Lynn, a human paladin born in Lordaeron, but raised in Boralus. She had a nasty brush-up with the void but was cleansed by a ritual thanks to her family.
For a brief moment, she had lost her adoptive father, whom she renamed the tavern she owns after. She had now begun training as a monk as well as a rogue, and would often take on missions to assist her cousin, [REDACTED], and adoptive mother, [REDACTED] in their adventures.
Post-Shadowlands (During time skip):
Disaster would strike as one fateful day, [REDACTED MOTHER FIGURE] would be murdered in cold blood, sending El to regress back months and throwing her into a deep depression. El barely held herself together, but thanks to the love of her life, Dari Lynn, who once El stabilized gleefully agreed to marry the little elf, El finally gained a sense of normalcy and peace.
After the pair's wedding, El conceived and gave birth to the pair's daughter, Doral'dore Vye Moonburst-Lynn. The small family enjoyed a time of peace for a few months, until one fateful day, El discovered her mother, [REDACTED], was alive and well, faking her death to protect El from evils unseen at the time.
Reinvigorated by the return of her adoptive mother, and a new desire to perform music on stage, El's imagination and desire to explore has sparked anew, bringing her out of her tavern and once more into the world of Azeroth!
Dragonflight:
When the dragons got the call to return to their ancient homeland, El offered to help them clean up the place whilst looking for new business ventures in the area. While doing so, El found a few like minded friends that shared her passion for... "passion", and as such, they started the business, dubbed The Deviant's Den. After months of working on this project, it was shelved near the end of the dragon's tail-... er-, tale.
The War Within:
After taking time to recuperate, El decided to take a trip to Dalaran. On that fateful day, it was destroyed over Kaz Algar, where El was stranded for a few weeks. Though she didn't let her presence there be a burden. She helped the locals with their needs, using her chi to heal those in need and fight off the vile spider people!When she got to Hallowfall however, El was star stuck by the area, deciding to move her business there. However, news got out about her business dealings, and as such, El lost many friends and all of her family due to public pressures. Disheartened, but not defeated, El took time to reflect upon herself, and in the mean time, found new friends and allies who also shared her view on the world, and as such, her new venture, Devine Delights, was born...
At a Glance
When Armed
Able to summon her weapon of choice to her side in a single gust of Chi mist, El is always ready to protect herself, not matter how unprepared she may look...• [Stalna'derela, Staff of Desire]- A staff of Shal'dorei make, it is enchanted to not only empower El's Chi-charged strikes, but also is able to bring into the mind of weaker wills images of their more... lustful desires. A grand distraction!• [Sai-So, Chi Charged Twins]- An elegant pair of enchanted steel daggers, enlaiden with blue gemstones and runic markings that are charged with Chi energy.• [Throwing Knives]- A set of throwing knives are hidden in her pockets.
Scarred, Clipped, and Freckled
• [Scarred] -Many faded scars cover her skin. Burn scars cover the bottom of her feet. Her ears are, very violently, cut short. The slave brand of the Amani trolls is visible on her both her back shoulder blades.• [Birthmark]- She has a moon-shaped birthmark on the center of her upper back.• [Freckles]- Also, she is covered from head to toe in freckles... cause they are cute.
Jewlery
[Amethyst Rose Ring]
A golden band with a darkened amethyst cut in the shape of a rose petal rests on her right ring finger. (Makes stealth IC)
What's Underwear?
[18+]- Upon closer inspection, its clear she's neglected to wear certain articles of clothing.(TL;DR, If bra and/or panties are showing, that part is exposed.)
RP Hooks
• [Brothel and Ex-Tavern Owner]- El owns a tavern in Boralus, as well as currently helping to run a brothel out of Hallowfall with a few friends. Feel free to ask her about it as she hands out pamphlets often!• [Calming Aura]- Due to El's kindhearted nature melding with her study of Chi, the air around this little elf feels calming and cheerful.• [Demonic Blood]- Through some timey whimey BS, her grandfather was an Eradar. Unknown to her, El has 25% demonic blood in her veins and can be affected by spells that affect demonic beings.
Physical Appearance (18+ at bottom)
A young elf with a slender, lithe build, El's jet black hair is long and unkempt, often blocking her brilliant blue eyes. Her ears are clipped, very violently so, making her look more like a half elf from a distance.She has a small, Moon Crescent shaped birthmark on her back, under her Amani troll slave brands that is burned into the back of both her shoulder blades. The bottoms of her feet bare nasty burn scars.She is also covered head to toe in faint lashing scars and.. freckles... cause freckles are cute as fel.
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Still Images (SFW)
All art has been posted in order of being received, with most recent being at the top.
El in her 20204 Hallow's End costume.
Selfie of El Moonburst with her friends, Vela and Calia.
Art by LillyVeil
El Moonburst with her friends, Vela and Calia.
Art by LillyVeil
El Moonburst (sitting up) relaxing with her ex-lover, Vela (laying down).
El posing for the unreleased issue of the pinup calendar project she was apart of for a single issue.
El in her favorite outfit! Artist wished to remain anonymous.
El and her adoptive mother, [REDACTED] the night she was shot and killed.
Art by: @deadly.pug on Instagram
My first ever art piece of El! Here she is holding her first gift, a Plushie Raptor, given to her by Xaradyth Moore at the Suramar Petting Zoo. (Artist: Takacukasa- https://artistsnclients . com/people/takacukasa)
Animations (NSFW)
All art has been posted in order of being received, with most recent being at the top.
El losing her Virginity to Zorabrul, the Amani Troll.
(Musicless Variant)
Short Stories
All stories are in chronological order.
Something Lost, Something Gained
NSFW WARNING
The following story contains NSFW themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Preface: This story takes place before El got her name. At this time in her life, she was only referred to as “Pet Elf” or “Pet” for short.
It was an unusually cold night in Pet’s cage, her skin prickly with goosebumps as her body quaked quietly in the corner of her confines. Her lack of warm clothes did not help much, wearing only a loin cloth that barely contained her raven-black bush, as the shredded cloth shirt she usually wore became too torn up to wear. Her bare nipples were rock hard, despite Pet covering them with the scraps that remained of her top. The only reason she hadn’t frozen to death already was the pair of torches that flickered close by, being her only light source to illuminate the hut her cage resided in. It was impossible to see most of it at this hour, but compared to the others dotted around the village of Zeb'Watha, this hut was a grand sight, given it was home to the Amani village’s chief and Pet’s master, Zorabrul. He was a strange Troll, brutal when he needed to be, especially when Pet did something he didn’t like, but for some reason he never hurt her permanently. Not like the other slaves the Amani managed to capture. It was rare other elves lasted more than a few weeks, yet Pet had been here for… well, she didn’t know anymore. The only way she could tell if it was day or night was a small slit in the hut’s roof, allowing her to see the brilliant blue sky during the day, and the stars at night.
Pet adored the stars, when she could see them. It reminded her there was a world beyond her cage, beyond the Amani she was forced to stay with. It was a rare drop of joy, and Pet savored it every night she got. It would seem Pet wasn’t as fortunate tonight though, as the sky was quite cloudy. Perhaps that’s why it was so cold? How many winters had it been since she was taken? She had lost count. Pet knew that she’d been enslaved for well past the count of months, well into years, but the exact amount? She couldn’t say. Her only hint was the mention of how she “matured as well as the wine we take”, as she heard one of the scouts say.
While her Amani captors had no love for Pet or her people, they seemed to revel in her presence. Especially Zorabrul. Perhaps it was that they viewed her as a trophy? A sick prize to hold over the Quel’dorei that they loathed so heavily. Or maybe there was more to it? Unknown to many, Zorabrul had, from the day he decided to keep Pet, taken a liking to the taste of her blood. She had no idea why he enjoyed it so much, but it had become a daily ritual for him to slit her skin open somewhere on her body, and lick the slice clean. Pet wondered if one day he’d eat her entirely, but for now, it seemed a few drops a day was enough to sate his thirst…
Pet’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted as gruff voices approached her hut, causing her to drop the barely-there cloth that was covering her chest, leaving her breasts bare. One of the voices, Pet instantly recognized as Zorabrul’s, but the owner of the other eluded her. “Da raids be gettin’ too darin’, Zorabrul. If we keep at dis rate, da Invaders will find de village!” the strange voice sscoffed, clearly frustrated. “Ya don’ tink I know dat? I can no ‘elp it if Zul’Jin be wantin’ more Light-Skins ta bleed. Ya don’ like it? Tell dat to ‘im.” Zorabrul shot back with an annoyed grunt. “Send da raidin’ parties southwest. Dey no been dere in a while. See if dat get the elves off de scent.”
“What we need is ta stop da raids! Even just for a week. It na’ just the elves findin’ us dat’s da issue, Zorabrul.” The other voice retorted, pausing for a moment with a sigh. “Ya people… dey be tired. Ya send dem all the way ‘round da perfectly good elf home, wit’ enough supplies dere ta keep da village feed for weeks, and dey find only scraps by-.”
“What we need is ta stop da raids! Even just for a week. It na’ just the elves findin’ us dat’s da issue, Zorabrul.” The other voice retorted, pausing for a moment with a sigh. “Ya people… dey be tired. Ya send dem all the way ‘round da perfectly good elf home, wit’ enough supplies dere ta keep da village feed for weeks, and dey find only scraps by-.”
“And dat how it gonna stay.” Zorabrul interrupted, his tone suddenly surprisingly defensive. Pet heard the unmistakable sound of a fist hitting flesh, a gasp one makes when the air is knocked out of them, and the sound of a body hitting the ground. “Ya know de reason we leave dat land be. If ya tell da raidas ta go behind me back, I stick ya head on a pike next!” Zorabrul shouted before his heavy footsteps suddenly broke the near-silence inside the hut.
Zorabrul
He stood tall, having to bow his head as he passed through the hut’s “doorframe”, which was nothing more than a hole in a wall, blocked by a crudely sewn together curtain made from the cloaks for privacy. The cloaks were from rangers, likely trophies or looted from the denizens of Quel’thalas, as most things within Zorabrul’s hut were. His skin was a sickly green, and he wore his red hair in a massive mohawk that added an extra foot and a half to his stature. The tusks that protruded from the sides of his lips were long and hooked, often threatening to poke the eyes out of anyone who got too close too quickly. His face always looked angry, with his flaming orange eyes constantly striking fear into Pet anytime he glared in her direction. The red skull tattoo over his face didn’t help her feelings either.
As usual, Zorabrul was barechested as he entered his abode, wearing only a pair of mostly shredded leather britches that’s only purpose was to hold up a belt which carried an assortment of pouches, and his pair of axes. His expression was one of exhaustion. Frustration. It terrified Pet even more that she could only see one side of his face due to the low light. Pet heard Zorabrul let out a sigh as he began to walk towards the center of the hut, lighting a bazaar which completely illuminated the dark hut.
The trophies of raids led by the Amani chieftain lined the hut. Ornate chairs stolen from a woodworker were stacked in the corner to be used as firewood. Next to them laid a pile of weapons, elven made by the looks of them, likely taken as trophies from the High Elves Zorabrul had slain. It haunted Pet to see just how many were there. Thankfully, none were added to the pile this time. Next to Pet’s cage laid Zorabrul’s “bed”, if one could call it that. It was moreso a massive stack of animal pelts, with a stolen elven pillow and blanket. It was here Zorabrul took a seat, letting out another frustrated sigh as he stared into the fire he had just started.
Pet dared not make a sound, knowing if she did, it would invite her master to complete his daily ritual. Instead, Pet simply stared into the fire as well, watching the flames dance while appreciating the warmth it brought. She felt her quivering begin to fade as she let out a sigh of relief. Big mistake. The sound caught Zorabrul’s attention, his gaze snapping toward his Pet Elf. The swiftness of the motion shifted the troll’s weight on his bed, making the slightest sound that caused Pet to look over, meeting Zorabrul’s gaze. He looked at her for a moment, his face unreadable, though she didn’t sense any hostility. It took her a while to notice, Zorabrul’s gaze wasn’t on her eyes, but slightly lower.
“Where be ya jerkin’, Pet?” Zorabrul snapped, the gruffness causing Pet to flinch. Without a word, Pet held up what remained of her shirt, showing how it no longer held itself together. “W-...Whip-... broke it.” Pet stammered sheepishly. She’d been assigned to the storage hut today by the task master, and she’d accidentally dropped a perfectly good basket of berries the scavengers had collected that morning. The lash she received for her mistake had torn through the last remaining thread that held the jerkin together, making it practically impossible to wear for the remainder of the day.
Zorabrul made a ticking sound with his tongue as he shook his head, moving to stand. “Pet, Pet, Pet. Wha’ am I gonna do wit’ ya?” He hummed, moving closer to Pet’s cage. She recoiled into the corner of it, trying to stay as far back from the troll as she could. Zorabrul unlatched the cage, letting the front of it swing open. He reached his hand inside, letting it hover outstretched a few inches away from Pet’s torso. “Give it ‘ere.” He commanded, and Pet did as she was asked, tossing the cloth into the troll’s grasp. Zorabrul pulled his hand out of the cage, moving to stand in front of the exit to it, and inspected the pathetic scrap. “‘ow long ya be ‘avin’ dis one? I wouldn’ even use it ta wipe me behind.” Zorabrul laughed, tossing the cloth into the fire. “I-It… was the 4th one you gave me… It’s the only one I did not outgrow.” Pet explained, using her knees and legs to hide her bare chest. Zorabrul let out a huff, turning back to face Pet once more. “Ah. Ya done growin’ den? Seems about right. Ya be nearin’ 2 decades wit’ me now.” Zorabrul hummed, his eyes scanning Pet’s form. He tilted his head, thinking for a moment.
2 decades? She’d been here for 20 years? Pet gulped in horror at the revelation. Time had seemed to blur together for a while now, but she’d never have guessed she’d been there THAT long. Surely her father hadn’t given up looking for her? Or her mother? Surely they still remembered her… right?
“Lay flat.” Zorabrul suddenly demanded, his sharp words making Pet jump at them. With another gulp, Pet did as she was told, unfurling her legs and scooting forward in her cage to lay completely on her back. Her breasts were completely exposed now, both flopping to either side of her torso. They were not massive by any means, but Pet was far from flat chested, which Zorabrul seemed to take note of. He quirked an eyebrow and canted his head, peering down his nose at Pet. Pet gulped again, not liking the look she was receiving.
“Ya grew up well, Pet. I was wise ta… invest in ya. C’mon out. I ‘ave a… deal for ya.” Zorabrul chuckled, motioning for Pet to follow. Pet hesitated for a moment, prompting Zorabrul to bash a fist on the top of the cage. The little elf jumped, then scrambled to exit the cage. She had half a mind to run, before Zorabrul’s big hand clenched hard around her arm in a deathgrip. He pulled Pet towards the entrance of the hut, pushing aside the curtain to show her the very dark village. The only lights were torches that peppered the walkways, and a few braziers that flickered light on more important areas of the village. Zorabrul pointed at one of the huts that had one of said braziers sat outside of it, this one Pet knew all too well as the slave pen.
“Ya know we keep ya people in dere. Dey suffa, far worse den ya suffa. Ya be lucky ya blood be so tasty, oddawise, ya woulda been wid dem all dis time. If ya survived.” Zorabrul cooed in a haunting tone. Pet shivered, both in fear, and by the gust of the frigid night air. She was lucky? She sure didn’t feel it, though given how the other slaves looked when she worked with them, she understood Zorabrul’s meaning. “I-... I know…” Pet responded, her eyes falling to the ground just as Zorabrul harshly yoinked her inside once more, practically lifting her up by the arm and plopping her down on his “bed”. He let go of her arm, which Pet rubbed in pain.
“Ya already be gettin’ fed more ‘ere den dey are. But… I know ya like ta ‘elp ya people. Ya take da whippin’s fer dem a lot, even ‘doe dey can’ do nottin’ ta repay ya.” Zorabrul said. He was right. Pet had lost count of how many times she’s jumped in front of a lashing meant for another slave. She’d had so many scars on her back from her defiance, what was a few more? Rather than speak, Pet simply nodded, averting her gaze. She was expecting a slap for said defiance, but when she felt Zorabrul’s hand on her face, it was… surprisingly gentle, his finger having slid under her chin to lift her gaze up to meet his. “If ya want ta ‘elp dem suffa less, I will give ya a choice.” Zorabrul started. Pet’s heart jumped within her chest. A choice? She couldn’t remember the last time she had one of those.
“Ya been seein’ da fertility rituals da Priestesses be performin’, yes?” Zorabrul questioned, crossing his arms over his bare, chiseled chest. Pet nodded, canting her head in confusion. Such a ritual always confused her. Every few months, a female troll Amani’shi Priestess would come to Zorabrul’s hut, chant some strange incantation as she danced and removed her clothing. Zorabrul would sit and watch, already naked, until the Priestess finished her incantation, got on her knees, used… her mouth to do something with the extra part Zorabrul had that Pet lacked, then would sit on top of that part of Zorabrul, bounce on him, then leave after some time. It made no sense to Pet, but sometimes she would see the Priestess return with a baby troll, saying it was Zorabrul’s. “I-... I remember.” Pet responded.
Zorabrul smirked at Pet’s words, grabbing her by the arm once more and standing her up. “Good. Den dis be me deal wit’ ya. Ya do de ritual wit’ me, an’ I take ya down ta de slave pen. Ya can pick a slave, and I be givin’ dem de same food ya get.” Zorabrul explained, his free hand reaching down to grab the hem of his shredded britches. Pet’s eyes went wide in surprise. She thought it was a very strange request. She was a slave. Why would she be chosen to take part in a ritual, let alone conduct it? Despite that doubt, the thought that her action could lead to the benefit of another… it filled the little elf with an extreme amount of joy. “I-... I can-... try. I do not know the song they sing though.” Pet said, her pointy ears wilting as her face fell. Zorabrul simply chuckled, shaking his head as the hand holding the hem of his britches lowered, revealing that strange stick of skin he had. “Dat be okay. Ya no be needin’ ta sing o’ dance.” Zorabrul explained again, kicking his britches to the side. He jolted Pet’s arm as he moved her to where he stood, then took the seat on the bed she had just occupied. “Ya just need ta rememba de motions.”
With that, Zorabrul removed his hand from Pet’s arm, and instead grabbed her by the head. He pressed down on her, forcing Pet to her knees in front of the troll, who now spread his legs for Pet to get a good look at his extra appendage. Being so close to it now, Pet noticed the skin-stick wasn’t the only thing that she was missing compared to Zorabrul. There was another bit of flesh at the base of it, a circular sack that lay just under the skin-stick. Her head tilted as curiosity filled her mind. Pet began to reach her hand forward, getting a few inches away from the Amani before she froze, looking to Zorabrul to see if this was allowed. He nodded. “Don’ worry. I won’ hurt ya fa touchin’ me, dis time.” He assured her with a devilish grin. That… really didn’t help with Pet’s nerves, but she proceeded anyway. She extended her finger and gently poked the side of the sack, recoiling instantly to make sure she wasn’t doing anything wrong. Nothing happened. Having not received punishment from Zorabrul, Pet reached forward again, this time sliding her fingers underneath the sack to see how big it was compared to her palm. Zorabrul let out a soft sigh as he closed his eyes at Pet’s touch, his hand still firmly on her head. That was when his skin-stick suddenly jolted, causing Pet to yelp in surprise and snatch her hand back. She looked on in shock, which eventually morphed into horror as Zorabrul’s skin-stick grew… and grew… and grew some more. Only now that Pet was so close to it, did she realize its true size. It was longer than her foot, with more girth than her big toe! How was she going to sit on this?
Zorabrul must have noticed her expression as he broke into a devilish laugh. “I guess dis be da first time ya be seein’ a dick ‘n balls up close.” He hooted, reaffirming his grasp on Pet’s head with one hand, while he grabbed the skin-stick… dick… at its base. “Ya be lucky den. Dis one be very pleasin’ to da ladies.” Zorabrul cackled as he tilted the tip of the dick towards Pet’s lips. Pet blinked, unsure what exactly she was meant to do. The priestesses were always hard to see at this point, but she knew it had something to do with their mouths. So, Pet kissed it with a quick peck, wincing nervously as she prepared to be disciplined. Instead, Zorabrul burst out laughing. “Clea’ly, ya no been payin’ nea’ ‘nough attention.” He cackled, moving the hand that help Pet’s head to place the tip firmly against Pet’s lips.
More of of shock than anything, Pet opened her mouth to let out a yelp, but before she could exclaim anything, Pet felt the hand on her head press downward as her throat suddenly became completely filled with Zorabrul’s dick. She gagged, the taste that swirled over her tongue being salty and bitter. She tried to breathe via her nose, but couldn’t manage to get much air to go through her nostrils. She felt her saliva begin to coagulate around Zorabrul’s shaft as she was unable to swallow it, the beads of which began to trickle out of the edges of her lips. The troll on the other hand, let out several long sighs of relief as he enjoyed the feeling of the little elf’s tight lips on his dick, keeping her there for some time before pulling her head off it. Once her mouth was free, Pet coughed as she caught her breath, tears having formed at the corners of her eyes. Her hands instinctively moved to grip Zorabrul’s knees, needing to hold onto something for support.
“Not bad, Pet. For ya first time. Ya didn’ pass out, which be more than most c’n say.” Zorabrul hummed, moving to stand. “I-...” Pet started, taking another deep breath. “I do not-... know if I can… do the bouncing.” Pet stammered, coiling on on herself once more. Zorabrul clicked with his tongue once again, shaking his head in disapproval. “And ‘ere I thought ya wanted ta ‘elp ya people.” The troll cooed in feigned disappointment. Pet’s face snapped up to look at Zorabrul, a flash of anger raising within her. “I do-!” She shouted, her response being met with a harsh, terrifying grimace from Zorabrul that made Pet recoil in fear once more. “It-... Its just… I don’t know how to do the bounce.” Pet explained, her face falling once more. At this, Zorabrul rolled his eyes, reaching down to grip Pet’s head with his left hand. “Fine. Den I take ova. Get on ya ‘ands an’ knees, Pet.” Zorabrul demanded, pulling Pet down to the floor by her skull.
Pet let out a little yelp as she darted her hands down to brace herself against the floor, lest she plowed right into it. Using his free hand, Zorabrul would spread her legs, then knelt down behind her. “Well now, ya won’ be needin’ dis anymore.” Zorabrul chuckled as he reached down and gripped the loincloth that barely clung to Pet’s nethers. She let out a sharp gasp as she not only felt the loincloth vanish from her body, but heard the sickening sound of the thin cloth ripping apart. It was at that moment, Pet knew, she’d never be getting a replacement. “Now, ‘old still.” Zorabrul commanded, using his right hand now to aim his member, pressing the tip right up against the lips of Pet’s bushy pussy. The little elf let out a little whimper as she clenched her loins and prepared herself…
What came next, Pet did not expect at all. She always heard the Priestesses say how good it felt when they were participating in the ritual. However, when Zorabrul slid his member past Pet’s slit and slowly slipped deep within her cavern, all Pet could think about was the sharp and sudden sting that felt like a fire had erupted within her nethers. She let out a cry of pain as tears began to trickle out of her eyes. Her legs quivered as Zorabrul thrusted all the way forward, hilting his massive cock within the small, small elf. “Gahhhhhhh… dat ‘its de spot. Ya be nice ‘nd tight, Pet. An investment indeed. He he he.” Zorabrul chuckled as he began to slide his hips back, sending another wave of pain through Pet’s body. “It-... hurts!” Pet squealed, scrunching her eyes tight at the pain. “For ya, it will at first. Ya gonna get used ta it ‘ere soon.” Zorabrul hummed as he thrusted forward once more. The pain returned, but it wasn’t as bad this time. Pet braced herself as Zorabrul pulled back and went in for a third hilting, with the pain this time being almost entirely absent, replaced with a warm fullness. She… liked that feeling, far better than the pain. On the fourth thrust, Pet let escape a quick moan, which caused her to catch her breath and freeze up, expecting swift punishment for her noise. Instead, she was bet with Zorabrul’s chuckle. “Like it now, ay? Good… Dat means I can do… dis!” Zorabrul growled, placing his right hand on his knee whilst reaffirming the hand he held Pet’s head with. His thrusts quickened, each one rapidly hilting against Pet’s rear before pulling out again.
The sound of Pet’s moans of pleasure and the pair’s skin-slapping-skin echoed throughout the hut as the crackling of fire of the brazier melded with the sound of the morning birds chirping. It’s… so big! So deep! Why does this-... feel so good? Pet thought to herself, once she was fully assimilated to her Amani master’s size. Dawn was about to arrive, and within no time at all, so was Zorabrul. Once more, his pace would quicken, causing Pet’s moans to morph into quick squeals. Zorabrul grunted as he pressed her head onto the ground, squeezing Pet’s head so harshly she thought it might burst! Suddenly, as the morning light began to show through the hut’s entrance, Zorabrul’s hips thrust forward with one final hilt, and Pet felt a warm rush deep inside her, a pulsing sensation that made her very soul quiver. She let out one final cry as she felt her womb fill with bead after bead of the troll’s seed, until Zorabrul collapsed on top of the little elf, crushing her slightly.
“Ya… did well… Pet Elf.” Zorabrul huffed, taking a moment to regain his breath. He moved to stand up, his cock sliding out of Pet in turn. She let out a quivering moan as her cavern was exited, the trickling flow of Zorabul’s cum beginning to slide out of her destroyed, no longer virgin, pussy. “Up.” Zorabrul demanded, reaching to grab Pet by the arm. She complied, coming to an uneasy stand as her legs quivered, barely able to keep her upright. Without a second delay, Zorabrul yoiked on Pet’s arm once more, leading her out of the hut and towards the slave pens. Pet gulped, hoping to whatever deity would hear her that they were going to fulfil Zorabrul’s side of the bargain and not that she was being placed there for a bad performance.
It did not take long for the pair to reach the hut, the entrance of which was an empty hole in the wall. Inside were about a dozen cages, all of which held an adult Quel’dorei, men and women alike. Most were beaten, with many being completely nude. The site horrified Pet, as she was thrust into the center of the hut by Zorabrul’s harsh grip. “Pick one.” He demanded. Pet froze, her eyes darting towards all the slaves present. Each one had awoken at the disturbance, each one looking terrified, not knowing what was going on. One stood out to Pet, a feeble young elven woman, whose skin had begun to stick to her bones. She’d clearly not been getting enough to eat. Pet pointed at the poor girl, nodding her head with a soft smile. “Her.” She said, which prompted a few gasps and nervous murmuring from the other slaves.
“SILENCE!” Zorabrul yelled, motioning for a male troll carrying a basket of stolen fruit to come over. Zorabrul took an orange, and apple, and a pear from the basket, and tossed them into the cage with the withering woman, who looked at the produce first with confusion, then with a ravenous hunger. She didn’t even peel the orange before diving into it, devouring it almost whole. Pet frowned as she watched the display, her heart breaking as she saw the poor woman’s desperation. She wished there was more she could do, but for now, even though it wasn’t much, Pet knew it helped.
And she’d fuck Zorabrul a million times over to help her people…
Still Images
(NSFW)
All art has been posted in order of being received, with most recent being at the top.
El showing off her Combat "gear". No need to tank a hit if you don't get hit, right? ;D
(Artist is LillyVeil)
El posing for the logo of her... business. ;D
Art by Ángeles Rausseo
Lilly invited Pyrista and El over for a meal. Something was lost in translation ;D
(Artist is LillyVeil)
Futa-Pyrista and El's mutual friend, Lilly, all coming together to milk a goat. ;P
(Artist is LillyVeil)
El practicing her sneaking skills to get some alternate, Futa Pyrista loin milk. Must have been a good dream. 😉(Artist is LillyVeil)
El in "most" of her 2024 Hallow's End costume.
El getting fucked by alternate, Futa Pyrista whilst The Violet Puppeteer watches and takes control of Py to cream inside El. (Artist is LillyVeil)
El getting caught "borrowing" Pyrista's stockings and gloves! Artist wished to remain anonymous.
El's Miss May piece in The Deviants' Den 2025 Pinup Calendar! Artist wished to remain anonymous.
Artist rendition of El and her ex-girlfriend Vela sharing their first sensual time alone.
El helping one of her co-workers, The Violet Puppeteer, get some sexperience.
Art by LillyVeil
El getting dicked down in a forest with others! (Not canon)
Art by LillyVeil
El and her ex-girlfriend Vela posing for some potential clients. ;P
Art by LillyVeil
A Dinner Date El went on with Vela.
How El looks to the world every time she beds over.
El showing her rear to you!
El and her friends with benefits.
El with her friends Shego and Syrri! Art by Rydann!
The cannon entry to the nude pinup calendar El was a part of that went belly up before this piece was added to the upcoming issue.
Piece a friend of a friend made who wanted to do a YCH for practice. I now use this piece as a fun little game of "Where's Elsie?" :P
Art by LillyVeil
Same artist as the previous piece, a friend of El's wanted to get a silly art done of them together! Thanks, Mailin! :D
Same artist as the previous two! Piece of El to show off her flower crown and burnt feets.
Slightly safer version of the previous photo aimed to show what's El's outfit more often than not looks like from the front.
Fun piece done to show off El's tattoo, landing strip, and heart-shaped sapphire clit piercing. A variation of this was submitted to the nude pinup calendar she was a part of for a single issue.
Practice piece done a long time ago by the lovely Gigi Fiske!
First NSFW themed art of El I received. This one shows off her scars, Amani slave brands, clipped ears, birthmark, burnt feet scars, and her daggers! Artist name has been lost.
Extreme NSFW Visual Representations
Help Wanted: Creature Caretakers
Always make sure to read the fine print in any contract you sign, something Pyrista and El Moonburst learned the hard way. Not that they seem to mind.