Gold Tier Archive - Undercutting the Competition (Patreon)

Artica’s visit to the mailbox was met with despair when she discovered that it was devoid of any riches for her. How could that be she wondered, she had listed a treasure trove of gems for customers to purchase, her coin purse should be weighed down with gold by now. Her lips pursed together as she tried to assess the situation. This called for a journey to the Auction House. 

Luckily the Magi of Dalaran had been able to restore the portals to Azeroth and after a quick trip through the aether she was able to make her way into the crowded auction house. It was astounding just how packed it could be on a Sunday afternoon. After fighting her way through the crowd she finally was able to check in with the auctioneer. A simple fellow with his eyes focused on a screen of Engineering tech that was all the rage now.

“Can I help you?” He could feel Artica’s eyes on him but he didn’t lift his head from the screen, his job was to monitor the auctions, the prices, the sales and the bids. He was one of many but he was a master of multitasking.

“Yes as a matter of fact you can.” Artica stood firm, her eyes looking down to try and glance at the screen for herself. “I listed a variety of gemstones this morning and yet I haven’t received anything in the mail yet. Have you not sent out the proceeds from this morning’s sales?”

“Then your products haven’t sold.” He stated plainly. “What are the items?” 

Artica initially balked at such an idea, she was one of the most renowned Jewelcrafters! Her quality was impeccable when it came to balancing the energies of magic inside latent crystals. “Well, one of them would be a Quick Dawnlight it-“

“Yes.” There was a small beeping sound from the device. “Yes, nine Quick Dawnlight, they are still up for sale at Two Thousand Gold each.”

“What!? How could that be?” Artica couldn’t believe that there wasn’t anyone in the world that didn’t have a need for her particular gemstones! 

Another beeping sound. “The best price for Quick Dawnlight is sold by Sherri Mayim. They are for sale at a price of One Thousand Nine Hundred Ninety Nine Gold, Ninety Nine Silver, Ninety Nine Copper. She has seven-“ He paused. “She has six for sale.” He paused once more. “She now has eight for sale.” 

“That little bitch..” Artica spat before turning away from the auctioneer, she was putting up more gems at the moment so she had to be nearby. Her nostrils flared as she tried to focus on that sweet scent of puppydog, catching the slightest hint of it as she snuck through the crowd. Her eyes widened as she saw that bold crimson outfit Sherri usually wore. 

The vixen silently stalked behind her prey, Sherri was looking cocky as she handed off various gems and enchantment scrolls to the auctioneer. As much as Artica adored that dog girl she couldn’t help but feel her fingertips curl into fists as she saw Sherri stealing her customers. What’s worse was it was just a single copper. Her nostrils flared as she stepped behind Sherri, that luscious girl always so tempting. Her eyes glanced down to see those pretty pawtoes of hers in those glossy high heels.  

The vixen pulled her pauldrons from her body, stripping bare except her gloves and letting them drop to the side as she watched Sherri in front of her. The doggo’s tail wagging so excitedly causing her butt to jiggle. It didn’t take much to peel Sherri’s long skirt from her body, simply a small slit in the side of the fabric and Artica easily peeled it from her body with a yank. 

Sherri gave a sharp bark from her lips as she felt her dress yanked from her body, the sudden chill of air touching against her furred skin. She went to look behind her but a palm pressed against her shoulder and pushed her body forwards. The familiar feel of fingertips caressing her frame as Artica breathed against the nape of her neck sent shivers up Sherri’s spine. “Hhay! What are you doing here?!” Sherri whimpered as Artica seized the opportunity.

Artica licked along her lips as she pressed her advantage, her sheathed cock slowly rubbing against Sherri’s thighs. “Well if it isn’t the Queen of Jewelry.” Artica muttered against Sherri’s ear, the hot breath practically wet with her lust.  “You’re so ruthless, undercutting me like that.” She crooned so sweetly but her demeanor was that of a threatening predator. Sherri had taken money that Artica rightfully earned and the vixen was determined to collect. 

Sherri’s body instantly tightened, her pawtoes curling as she felt that slick girth start to peek from Artica’s sheath and dragging upwards in between her thighs. “It’s not my fault!” Sherri whimpered, and at that very moment Artica placed the bulk of her growing cock between Sherri’s folds. “It’s the fair market that decides value!” 

“You’re such a little brat.” Artica sneered as she started to grind her dick back and forth against Sherri’s petals, her cock was swelling against Sherri’s mound, the pressure of her girth pushing against the pup’s lips. “And after I just finished getting you a gift.” 

“Oh.. whussat?” Sherri perked her ears looking up from behind her shoulder, an excited look in her lust-filled eyes.

It was that very look that Artica adored, the excitable naiveté that drew her to Sherri in the first place. She drank it all in, studying every contour of Sherri’s expression, the blush on her cheeks, the excitement in her eyes, the way her lips were slightly opened, waiting with bated breath for Artica’s gift. 

STHP!

Sherri’s expression suddenly scrunched, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and halfway closing, her tongue slightly poking out as her lips formed that perfect ‘O’. Sherri’s ears bounced upwards from the force of Artica’s thrusting hips, the fox having fully pushed her dick from tip to base inside Sherri’s pussy with one strong thrust that cemented her claim of Sherri’s snatch for the time being. “This!” Artica seethed as she felt that overwhelming pleasure of warm pussy soak into her sensitive cock. 

Sherri’s folds eagerly accepted that hot prick into her depths, the juices of her drenched pussy slathering along Artica’s icy blue dick. “Hhrk!” Sherri seized up from the sensation, her toes scrunching with her tail extending outwards, it was like her entire body was stuck in a moment of electric shock. She couldn’t move but she felt pleasure, each second could have lasted a day for all Sherri knew.  

Artica gave Sherri a moment to get used to her insides being stretched around that fat cock, after all she didn’t want Sherri suddenly collapsing. The girl was visibly trembling as she felt Artica’s throbbing cock inside her, the vibrations of her girth sending trickles of pleasure that caused her pussy to leak all over that dick. “Consider this my leverage in our negotiations.” Artica cooed as she slowly moved her hips up and down, jostling her dick inside Sherri’s pussy. 

Sherri winced at the sensation, her entire body straining to stand up from the pleasure that coursed through her veins. Her eyes watered up with tears, biological neurons fired throughout her body, increasing the pressure Sherri felt on her body. Yet at the same time it fueled her lust, her desires, she wanted more, she wanted it harder. “Hah. Well.. Then you’ll have to do ..” Sherri gulped. “Better.. better than that! I’m still gonna.. gonna list up stuff! So what now?!”

Sherri was suddenly jolted forwards as Artica began to rut the slutty little puppy that dare challenge her! Her teeth grit tightly and her hips rocked back and forth inside Sherri’s pussy, Artica didn’t say anything, after all sometimes silence was a method of negotiation in its own way. Artica merely let the force of her hips do the talking for her, Sherri’s poor little snatch pummeled by the fierce powerful thrusts of Artica’s hips. 

SHPAP THAP THP THP PAFF THP!

Artica’s hips worked like a piston, thrusting in and out with unwavering stamina. Each powerful thrust of her hips sent her dick deeper into Sherri’s pussy, pushing against the girl’s cervix when her body hilted inside. Those thick swollen balls hungered for release inside Sherri’s twat but Artica grit her teeth, the temptation to just unload in Sherri was great but the pleasure she felt tingling at the tip of her cock was worth the strain. “Hff! Hff!” Artica groaned as her hips clapped against Sherri’s ass. “You.. wanna be a lil.. business girl huh?” Artica gulped down her throat for air as she clenched her teeth. “How’s.. How’s this.. for a merger?” Artica grunted down at the lewd whimpering Sherri. 

The dog girl’s tongue was falling from the sides of her lips, her eyes halfway closed as she was rocked back and forth, her heavy blue tipped breasts jiggling with each push and pull of Artica’s fat cock. Sherri could feel eyes staring at her, but she didn’t care, her juicy dripping pussy slathered Artica’s meat with hot slick nectar that made it easier to pump into her body. Her fingertips clawed against the wooden stage that the Auctioneers stood upon. 

Yet no one made any attempt to stop them. 

Maybe it was because of Artica’s fame as one of the most relentless and ruthless druids to roam Azeroth, or maybe it was just the intensity of the situation, or maybe it was because Artica just looked so damn good plunging inside Sherri’ pussy. Whatever the reason the Vixen held her pace, her knot was starting to swell at the base of her dick and every push of her hips she kissed that fat bulb against Sherri’s lips. She was practically threatening to push herself inside with each thrust, however knowing that once she was in there was no pulling out she would savor the sensation for the last possible moment. 

It was incredibly difficult, a test to Artica’s willpower, especially since that girl was practically begging for more. Sherri’s little whimpers and barks were music to Artica’s ears. “Rrhf! Arhf! Hrkfk!” Sherri moaned out, her tongue flopping with each buck of Artica’s hips. Drool was spilling off the side of the vixen’s maw, slowly drippling down her chin and spilling onto Sherri’s back as Artica felt herself being sucked inside, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. 

STHP THAP THPTHP SHLP THAP

Her dick was teasing around the rabbit hole of orgasmic ecstasy, yet Sherri’s pussy was pushing back against her hips now and the girl was rocking her body into the moment. “Give.. giv..it.. I.. Iwantmore!” Sherri pleaded as her swollen pussy tightened against Artica’s fat shaft. Sherri’s body was churning with orgasmic tension, every swing of Artica’s hips dealt Sherri’s body a blow of pleasure that roiled her insides. Those fat balls tapping against her clit, that cocktip pushing against her cervix, the fat meaty girth stretching her pussy to fit it all in. 

Artica plunged her hips forwards one last time, her body feeling an electric jolt going up her spine as the sensation of release burst rushed through her veins. A hot viscous rope of cum lead the charge against Sherri’s fertile womb, in no time at all it was followed by a hot torrent of jizz that poured past Sherri’s cervix, flooding her insides with a wave of potent seed. The hot sensation filled Sherri with orgasmic bliss as her toes curled and her fingers gripped onto the stage. “Hhhrk!” Artica grunted, her nostrils flared and her tail giving a firm flicker upwards. 

Sherri felt absolutely frozen with ecstasy, her entire body tightening and grasping onto the cock for dear life as she felt herself melting away with pleasure. Even with the crowd of people buying and selling, the hum of voices dissipated as Sherri felt herself barking out with orgasmic bliss. “Mhhoh.. ghhd.. ohffukc..meh..” Sherri whimpered so sweetly as she fell forwards against the stage. Artica’s fat bulb was squeezed by Sherri’s pussy. The thick meaty knot prevented cum from spilling out and forcing Sherri to be filled with such a heavy load. 

Artica looked down at the cute girl, was the vixen actually angry at Sherri? Not really, but she loved any excuse to find and dominate that girl. It was all a game, and Sherri made such lovely prey. Her clawed fingertips gently caressed along Sherri’s frame, petting at her sides while the girl relished in her orgasm. It was quite a sight to behold, Sherri’s incessant twitching and whimpering. All the work of pleasuring the girl had been done and while Artica got to relax and enjoy the show Sherri was still squirming on the residuals of Artica’s effort. 

Artica hated the idea of pulling out, her knot felt so comfortable inside Sherri’s tight pussy and watching the blushing girl squirm and whimper as the vixen slightly moved her hips was quite astounding. “Mm, I was thinking.” Artica chittered against Sherri’s ear, that long blue tongue rolling at the side of Sherri’s cheek as she tightened her grip. “Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad if you made lots of gold, you could be the breadwinner, I could be the stay at home ‘dad.’” 

Sherri gulped down her throat and suddenly exhaled as she felt Artica’s fingertips teasing along her abdomen which was slightly swollen from the heavy load of cum Artica poured inside her. “Hn-hahh..” Sherri could barely respond, but from the way her cheeks were blushing the idea of being knocked up by that frisky druid certainly was interesting. “Hffh.. Whah.. what if.. I wanna be the st.. stay at home mohm?”

A smirk came upon the fox’s lips as she slowly pulled her hips back, the fat bulb of her dick popping from Sherri’s pussy as a gusher of cum started to spill from her pussy. “Oh really now?” Artica growled as she mashed her dick up against Sherri’s pussy once more. Her fat girthy length splitting between Sherri’s puffy vulva and stroking the stem of her dick back and forth against Sherri’s body. The viscous jizz got thicker when exposed to oxygen yet Artica was still intent on smearing it against her folds, as if she was marking her territory with that musky fox scent. “Well I already called dibs.” 

Sherri felt her toes curl so tightly into her high heels as she gave out a high pitched moan. Artica was relentless on tormenting the poor girl with her fat knotted dick, slowly caressing her velvety lips with slowly glides of her hips. “Hahh nhfh! Fuhhh-“ Sherri panted, her orgasm was still coursing through her body but Artica was doubling down on Sherri’s pleasure. The poor girl felt her knees begin to wobble as Artica firmly grasped at Sherri’s tummy. Her clawtips pushing against the supple skin as her lips wrapped around Sherri’s ear. 

“Besides..” Artica gave a loving growl as she pressed against Sherri’s body from behind, the tip of her semen covered cock pushing against her lips and giving one firm and slow thrust of her hips. The pressure on Sherri’s body sent the poor girl into a realm of mind-numbing pleasure. “I’ll need my rest every day if I’m to breed you properly.” 

Vallie stood there in a sense of stunned arousal, her cheeks blushing as the huntress fidgeted with her quiver. “Uh, Sherri,  I got that ore you were asking about.” 

“Oh? Sherri you little bitch.” Artica nipped at Sherri’s shoulder, her eyes peering back to see the lovely skunk girl. “I didn’t realize you had a partner in crime. Guess I have to do another hostile takeover..”