Steamy Romance Novel: Gankbanging in Un'Goro Crater (Patreon)

Asmongold released a relieved sigh as he rested his mighty head against the voluptuous cold and decaying thighs of Lady Advertise. "Dude, there it is..." he muttered blissfully as Lady Advertise caressed his smooth, glistening patch of balding hair of which the Nightelves would claim silkier than the finest mooncloth blessed by Elune, the chosen one. Before the human and forsaken lied a bed of Dreamfoil, once it was an inviting patch of fragrance to rest one's weariness away now dyed scarlet red from the bloody massacre of a leather manufacturing cartel run by a shady member of the Alliance. Their bones scattered across the green fields like beautiful epidemic of Corrupted Blood. 

A perfect world in the eyes of Asmongold, this was the ancient Azeroth, a world where dog eats dog and scumbaggery was merely a common gesture in the brutal world where anything goes.  Raw nature's boon and wilderness of Un'Goro's untamed jungles lay before the horizon, home to many fearsome beasts and lesser servants of the Firelord, all of these things painted a surreal scene of beauty enhanced by the madness of mass bloodshed across Un'goro...simply beautiful thought Asmongold as the chill of death spread across his majestic head. The dark hand of Advertise caressing tenderly where hair used to be.

If he had to describe this beautiful phenomenon playing out before his eyes, it was as if everything he dreamed of was coming back from the past...yes as if all the pieces of his fond childhood memories were coming together like pieces of...Jigsaw!  

As he marveled at his realization, the bountiful chest of undeath dangled before his eyes, charming the glorious champion of the Alliance into a state of euphoria similar to having one's mind severely corrupted by a plethora of mind-controlling void tendrils slipping into every possible opening it can possibly slither into.   

Asmongold's eyes radiated BRIGHTLY~!!! Almost as if they were bloodraged filled with  ♥ hearts♥ within his pupils. His mind felt as though it was blasted by a beam of void shot by the loving gaze of Lady Advertise and all it would take is one word from the THICC rotting beauty for him to mount up only to ride off a bridge to fall into the warm embrace of the shadowlands.  

 <The remaining pages are being held hostage by <The Iron Fisted> Jigsaw and requires an Exalted Reputation with the Olympus IX to be read>