Adventures of Ardra: Marvelous Mishaps
Slow-moving clouds cast a somber hue over the sky – a drab purple color that lacked the usual light-hearted energy. Dark weather was on its way – a fact that the woodland creatures knew all too well, as they had sought shelter in the damp, dry caves hidden amongst the trees. This proved to be beneficial for Ardra, as she moved undisturbed through Stranglethorn Vale. Yet, she couldn't rely solely on the creatures' absence. She also had her massive Elekk, a creature that the Draenei had trained ages ago. It may have looked intimidating with its large, bulking form and stern expression, but at heart, it was kind and gentle.
Despite the many adventurers who offered to protect her, Ardra preferred to walk alone. Some saw her as a damsel in distress, but she wasn't so sure if they had good intentions. She could hardly trust their motives – were they after her or her company? She wasn't one to give up her hard-earned freedom without a fight.
She was instructed to keep an eye out for a fish-shaped decoration which would signal her nearness to Booty Bay – a city known for its sordid Goblin inhabitants. The historian she met during her travels had provided this information unwillingly, but Ardra decided to play along. After all, her limited knowledge of the Common language allowed her to comprehend the basics, and that was good enough for her. Her inability to chip in on conversations didn't bother her, as long as she understood what was necessary.
Her musing was interrupted by an unfamiliar voice that cried out, "Watch out, lavender-colored goat-woman!"
Startled, Ardra glanced around, "I don't know what you mean."
"There! You big, lumbering fool! You nearly trampled me to death! Oh, and this town you're heading for? It's called Booty Bay. Such a disgusting name." The creature's gender was unclear, but one thing was certain – it was a foul-tempered Goblin. It's green skin was caked with piercings, and its features were angular and unpleasant. A flat figure with a snarky attitude. "It's well known that this town does not allow creatures of your size. It would sink beneath your weight! Just let go of the idea!" The Goblin continued to ramble with no pause. "Wait – maybe you want to sell your creature... is that why you're here? Let me handle it – I have a buyer who's been searching for precisely this. Let me put you in touch with him."
*** "Excuaze me," Ardra interjected, "I am not treying to ell. I am heere on a..." Her voice trailed off. "Mission. Yes, that's it."
The Goblin grew more agitated. "A 'mission'? What kind of mission? To kill as many Goblins as possible!? You Alliance types are all the same. Ignoring neutrality! HELLOOOO!?" It didn't seem to understand Ardra's confusion.
Irritated, Ardra flared her nostrils. She couldn't tolerate this endless chatter. A lingering thought crossed her mind: her Elekk could easily step on these two Goblins and leave them for dead. Was nobody standing in her way? Was this a possibility?
Suddenly, another green-skinned Goblin emerged, his hackles raised, "Gax here, reporting for duty! This farrer is clearly molesting muh partner! You have no honor! Prepare to battle!"
He offered a series of hand gestures, unclear as to whether he was going to truly fight. "I have no patience or time for tis right now. I apologize, but I need to leave."
Ardra glanced at the Elekk, urging it to move forward. If she'd managed to crush those unruly Goblins underfoot, would she have been punished? It's unlikely – there were no investigators in sight. Her Juxtaposed thoughts led her to entertain the thought of mowing them over. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad? As she nudged the Elekk, it advanced, bracing both men in its path. Thrashing Goblins crunched under its immense weight like squished pastries.
*** [END]
Behind dim curtains, Ardra appeared. An hour had gone by since her run-in with the couple. She found herself in what she could only describe as the most tacky store imaginable. She had initially wanted to buy cheese, but ended up leaving with a kaja'cola in her hand instead - a Goblin type of beverage. She sipped at it through a metal straw, unsure if she liked it or not.
Booty Bay was quite the sight - it was a run-down town, ruled by a race that could be compared to pests. Much to her disappointment, the duo she had met earlier was correct about the size restrictions in this place. It wasn't hers anyway - she had just rented it for a few days and was planning on giving it to the person she was supposed to meet up with, right outside of this city.
Drizzle started falling as she walked past the flimsy, wooden boards, her hooves clattering loudly. Suddenly, someone shouted at her.
"Hey you, stop right there!"
Ardra stopped in her tracks, let down and with her tail between her legs. What was it this time?
"This is Booty Bay's strongest enforcer, Zixle speaking. You've been reported for character defamation and explicit harassment. Come with me now!"
Zixle led her to what appeared to be a sturdy sandstone cabinet. This was oddly out of place among the ramshackle wood structures in the town. The interior was surprisingly neat and tidy, but it was too Goblin-like for her taste. She sat down on a red, leather couch, while another Goblin joined them. He was shiny and glossy, dressed entirely in black. He held a pair of goggles in one hand and a gadget in the other.
"This is unbelievable. I can't believe a classy lady like you would do something like that. Check this out," he said, handing her the device. Ardra recognised it as the same thing the other Goblin had called a camera earlier.
"In this video, it's crystal clear that you were harassing one of our own and almost threatened to kill both her and her husband. How could you? Nobody murders in this town! You should've seen her cry - she was so distressed!"
Ardra was completely perplexed. How could this thing have captured their actions so clearly? Could they really have a third Goblin hiding in the bushes to record everything? But, they weren't known for their magical skills, it must be their technology. This all seemed a bit too... odd. Whatever was on the video, it didn't actually show any harassment. She was simply minding her own business until she wasn't. The only part that could be considered bad was when she rushed onward with her mount. She probably shouldn't have done that at the time.
However, she was far from home, and time was running out. If she began arguing her point and trying to explain herself, the boat she had been waiting for would leave without her, and the entire trip would have been pointless.
"I'm sorry, officer. My intentions were good. I admit it was me who made the mistake."
A big grin spread across the Goblin's face.
"Right to the point, I like that," he said with glee, rubbing his hands together. "Now, if there's one thing Goblins love, it's money. The crime you've committed is serious, almost unforgivable. But... for the right price, I can make sure the footage gets removed, and the damage is repaired."
"Removed how? And how can the damage be repaired?" Ardra tilted her head. She was completely confused and out of her depth.
"Just before gaining entry to this establishment, you were checked by my trusty brother Zixle. He likes to, uh, touch things, especially big things, and he's got a thing for inappropriate touching. He said you had a pouch stashed between your chest. Hand it over to me, and you'll be free."
"That all?" Ardra arched a brow, less than thrilled with the offer.
"YES! It's a deal! It's either that or you end up in jail. Or you're thrown into a shark-infested sea. Or..."
It didn't take long for Ardra to agree, despite her unhappiness with the arrangement.
"I understand. I'll give it to you."
Wowsers, spectacular and ravishing. You're doing a fantastic job, sweetheart. However, there's one more thing before I let you go. I can see that you're... well, let's just say you're quite talented in that area. If you show me a little flash of your gems, I'll instantly release you.
...let go? You weren't cuffed or in jail, but if you'd said the wrong thing or disobeyed, you could have been.
"Alright, fine. Show me."
She lifted her pink shirt, disclosing a pair of round, melon-soft boobs. They bounced a little as she tenderly squeezed them. Soon, she felt a tongue licking them. One last kiss before letting her go, it seemed.
It wasn't long before she was set free. Nevertheless, she lost her fortune and getting onto the ship seemed tricky. The ship had just arrived and its grandeur mocked this burnished town. What's worse is... Goblin had aroused something in her.
Since leaving Zangarmarsh, she hadn't been touched in that way. And, even though she hated to admit it, she wanted more. It didn't matter who it was from. Orcs make incredible lovers, she recalled. Were these two related somehow? I mean, they're both green -- there had to be something to it. Although it was only once on Draenor, that night still lived brightly in her mind. Did she like that color? And were Goblins as big as she imagined?
"Excuse me," she said to herself, a buccaneer standing in front of her. He was an Elf -- he had frail features and was sinister in his own way. "Is there a ship to Ratchet?"
A pair of emerald eyes met hers, hauntingly thrilling. "Ah yes, it is. We're leaving in about a minute. I presume you would like to board?"
"Yes, please," Ardra responded, hands nervously trembling in her pockets.
He extended a hand. "Everything has a price."
In that precise moment, Ardra froze. If she were to explain what she had been doing a moment ago, he wouldn't believe her, nor would he much care. After all, he wasn't famous for his sympathy.
"I... I work." What did she mean?
The Elf arched a long brow. "Pardon?"
"Of course. I sing, dance, clean. Want to see?"
Ardra's innocence radiated through. Please, this would work.
"Ah, you're a high-class prostitute. I presume you're referring to Jambo's den of sin that you were originally invited to. My apologies, at first, you didn't seem like one. But you never truly know these days."
A high-class what? And who in the world was this Jambo? Another Goblin? An Orc...? Did it even really matter?
With a clap of his hands and a bow, he continued, "This way. I'll guide you to his chamber."
It was like a dream come true being on this mighty ship. It was covered in ornaments of all sorts -- jewels, talismans, Naga statues - stolen treasure, definitely. They were pirates, yet their uniforms, Ardra couldn't recall their name.
The whiteness of their vests deceived them - it didn't signify purity, it was just for decoration. Yet it was charming, and she wouldn't have minded wearing one. Her attire was plain purple vest and a robe. Surely, it was too modest.
Jambo's chamber wasn't that spacious and it reeked of herbs and tea, likely musk too. Despite that, there was a window that widened the space before her. The ocean was vast and engrossing, she never thought it would appeal to her so much.
"You like that, right? I think this is a stunning view. Not as stunning as you, though."
It was a Troll that appeared. He was blue, with long tusks, brown, cunning eyes. He was carrying a bouquet of flowers, but she couldn't tell if they were for her. He placed them near the window sill where she stood and kissed her hands.
He was shirtless, showcasing a lean, chiseled body, with arms incongruously lengthy. He had a goatee and fiery red hair, braided surprisingly.
"Ardra, it's my name," he said. "I'm a lady of the night," she thought to herself.
"Ah, Jambo agrees," he laughed. "Now, are you into rough or gentle?"
Ardra shrugged her shoulders, taking in the realization of her new role. "Hmm, being a lady of the night, I see."
"Rough stuff," she muttered, considering the situation. His attractive form instantly aroused her. Plus, he didn't appear very old, and she might even be older than him. So, why should that be an issue?
Her shirt's buttons popped lose as his nimble fingers slipped them open. Her bra followed suit, revealing her round, soft breasts. His hands grasped them firmly, and she let out a moan. Unharmed, she continued to respond.
"Okay, your turn," Ardra mumbled with some awkwardness, determined not to let him unbutton his pants. Instead, it was her tail that pushed down the buttons, and by the time they dropped to the ground, his trousers fell too. His erection was now in plain sight.
She faced him, her back to his chest. His lips kissed her neck as her tail stroked his erection. She started moving her hips, mimicking a rhythm. Slowly at first, then increasing in speed.
"You're doing great, my friend!" he commented with satisfaction. He then unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down, exposing her covered genitals.
SLAP - His hands slapped her ass, leaving it crimson-hued. Her tail found his erection and stroked it. Saliva dripped from her mouth onto her breasts.
Her tail drifted towards his boxers, relieving them of their duties.
Ardra knelt in front of him, her innocent eyes fixed on him. She gasped at the sight of his bulging manhood. It was magnificent. Her thoughts drifted to Horde territory, imagining that massive wand inside her. It sent a jolt through her.
"Do your thing," he urged, adding, "I know you know how."
He plunged a finger into her throat, and she sucked on it frantically. She then took his boxers off, revealing a thick shaft. "Oh my... I can't believe I'm entering the Horde..." She imagined the ecstasy of fitting that monster within her.
"Chase it," he ordered, moving his hips.
Ardra moved her head towards it, trying to wrap her mouth around it. Every time she failed, he urged his waist to move, teasing her.
Was this a game he wanted to play?
She tried taking it in her mouth several times.
"Ask for it," he taunted. "Those weak humans can never satisfy you."
"Please, let me taste it," Ardra begged, drool forming on her lips.
Finally, he shoved it into her mouth, and the tears streamed down. She lapped at his member while she rubbed his testicles. Gagging sounds echoed through the room. It ended after a few seconds. She felt guilty, but her lips were already juicing up.
A few thrusts later, he lifted her waist and positioned himself inside her. Moans filled the air. Her long hair flew about with each powerful thrust. The moment finally arrived, and he came powerfully within her.
The Draenei surrendered, legs weak and trembling, her cunt gaping open. She desperately craved more but was unable to move. It was as if by telepathy or just empathy, he realized her desire.
Still enveloped by the Potions of Panic's effects, he said, "Come here"; she obeyed, his penis still nestled within her. Sucking it, she heard him speak [ Note: has some errors, deleted the part where it said "it was finally happening"], a look of satisfaction on her face.
"If only I could do this every day."
His strong arms held her as he explored her neck and shoulders. The air felt thick. As he lifted her, his member replaced her panties. She gasped, suddenly feeling completely overwhelmed. The feeling of him thrusting inside her, moaning and cumming lasted for a while before he eventually stopped.
Tired and sated, Ardra remained immobile, his fingers still clasping her waist. She wondered about the sensation of being with a troll next time. What a strange world they lived in!
[Edited the ending to better fit the story's tone and removed errors from previously added text, added emphasis, and cleaned up the formatting.]
"You did great, Ardra. It was a real pleasure, even more than that, to have you here. Feel free to visit me anytime if you're interested. You know where I am. Now, about your payment... well, I'm looking forward to seeing you tonight. If it's ok with you, hehe!"
Ardra never thought about getting paid. It wasn't necessary for her. What really turned her on was his knob. However, some extra cash wouldn't hurt for this fantastic experience she just had. And what did he mean by tonight? Would this be happening again?
She didn't say anything. Instead, she sank to her knees and started sucking on his semi-hard rod just like last time. Yes, tonight. Again! Bring it on!
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