Bequest from the Lord Commander
"Someone is requesting your presence," an authoritative woman's voice interrupted the silence in the room. She spoke in Darnassian, her native language.
"Yes, someone has asked for me," Victor replied with elegance, also using the same language.
"What's it about?" Qiana inquired, her hands crossed and pressed firmly against her ample chest. She was always quick to question and willing to argue. Small talk was not her forte; she didn't waste time on it.
"Let's take a walk together," Victor grabbed her hand and kicked open the doors leading to the corridor. "I'm not sending you on a mission this time, but you wouldn't have come if I hadn't made it clear. Over the years, I've realized that socializing isn't really your thing."
The Night Elf nodded, her fingers flickering idly. She wore a Druid's uniform: loose leather pants and a vest revealing much of her body. On her shoulders, there were pauldrons, and on her right wrist, a compact, enchanted bracelet.
"I think it's a nice day to go for a walk and I'd like you to come along. Let's leave the darkness of this valley for a moment," Victor said as he and Qiana traversed a multitude of paintings of human and elf generals. "And saying no to me is simply unacceptable. After all, I'm your Lord Commander."
Shadowmoon was not the most pleasant place to live in. It was dull and dreary, enveloped in eternal night. But it also had its charms--charms reminiscent of her homeland. It had been years since she'd seen the massive, sooty trees of Ashenvale. Had the air there changed? Why would it? And how were her relatives? Were they alright? All sorts of questions raced through her mind as she stared at the opulent, marble floors.
Her (Victor's) hand snap woke her up from this semi-conscious trance.
"We're here," he announced, his deep voice bouncing around the empty room they'd just entered.
Victor gestured grandly, issuing magical incantations in Thalassian. Then he clapped his hands, causing a portal to appear before them, reflecting the energies of magic from Elwynn Forest.
"Ladies first," he volunteered, a gentle smile washing over his youthful human features.
Qiana tentatively entered the portal, giving it a dissatisfied look. She disliked sorcery, especially since her race had once controlled it with great power. But their greed for more had led to their downfall, leaving them with the trauma that followed.
The scenery was stunning as they stepped out of the portal--tall, sturdy trees decorated the area. Colorful hills loomed in the distance, covered in beautiful flora, free from the younger races' influence.
"Such a beautiful sight," Victor commented. "Thank you for joining me."
But it wasn't just one specific aspect of him that drew her attention when he shapeshifted; she liked the way his wide shoulders broadened and his eyes turned colder. His pointed ears and authoritative physique held a certain allure for her. It excited her and she felt helpless against the feeling. Maybe if he could just pick her up and... No.
She shook her head, wondering if he had noticed her reaction.
Victor was aware of the sudden change in Qiana's demeanor whenever he transformed. It always happened, and he was interested in exploring it further. Perhaps... confronting it.
"So, little lamb," he said with a grin, "what do Druids usually do when they're spending time in nature?"
"We communicate with the environment, trying to see how we can be of service to the groves," she replied. "And if something were wrong, their distressed voices would echo in my mind."
In those ears? He reached out to stroke them, claws against pallid skin.
"Yes. Those very ears."
Qiana closed her eyes for a moment. If her strict training hadn't transformed her into an unrelenting warrior, she would've been quaking. Not because of dread but due to intense allure and desire.
"You've been in my service for such a lengthy period," he started. "You've performed admirably until now. I still haven't voiced a single grievance. Do you grasp how skilled you are at your craft?"
She didn't comprehend where he was heading with this.
"Now, here's the thing. I, being the dimwit that I am, have never rewarded you once. So, here I stand, before you. Like a rascally clown. Would you be so gracious as to share –"
She gulped.
"If there were something you'd yearn for me to do for you, pray tell me what it is?"
And there it was again – that dreaded silence. The gentle tweeting of birds invaded as did the howl of the freezing wind. It was a beautiful day outside, it truly was. And it was a long road ahead leading to the capitol.
"I desire you to fuck me."
Raw, incomparable strength erupted as she expressed her wish. His ears pricked and similarly, hers.
"Ah, that's your desire. Your desire is my order."
It was odd, coupling in the wild, Victor thought. The pair had spent most of the morning cavorting and smothering each other in the open, stark naked.
Perhaps she was well-acclimated to it, but she wasn't tamed. No Elf was. This juxtaposition – kind of – fortified their bond. He didn't know whether she understood it or not, but he had grown to appreciate her. If only he had realized it sooner, he would've initiated things much sooner.
He was lying on the ground with his back towards the grass, enveloped by the greenery that stood erect. It was her pussy he was licking ardently, exploring each and every corner of it with his repulsively long tongue. And down there – she was also engaged, her mouth around his member.
She wasn't accustomed to such forms, no. It wasn't the mushroom-like tip she had been slicking for decades to come. It was a knob resembling that of a beast. But it was still delectable, perhaps even more so.
In her head, a declaration sounded.
"Not to alarm you or anything, but I think something – someone – is approaching," he used telepathy to communicate with her.
He paused his frenzied licking for a moment, her mouth wide open and saliva dripping down his musky-scented balls. His penis still deep within her throat, she managed to emit a throaty "oomph" and nothing else.
Victor held her by the ponytail and shifted her body toward his chest, hands guiding her so she could rise and mount his face.
Silently, she followed suit, and he continued exploring her nether regions. Necromantic magic enveloped them - making them unseen by the naked eye.
Qiana moved her toned and scarred body down his torso, gliding in saliva as she made her way towards his member. She lowered herself onto it, a moan escaping as she straddled him.
"It's time for the Night Elf to hush her Sabertooth," she relayed a telepathic message.
And with that, she began bouncing on him, up and down, sporadically. Sweat cascaded down her formidable body, eyes wide open and hands weaving a spell of her own.
It was a Druidic thing – something daintier, Victor suggested. The grass they were amidst expanded, becoming more robust, and gradually encircling the two. Like a defendable fortification it grew – now, how was this if not their own fortification?
The footsteps of something large could be heard, but it was hard to determine what exactly it was. It couldn't have been a Human, no, it was world's too bulky. It couldn't have been a Draenei either, as no clanking hooves could be heard.
Qiana tried to move to the side, but her legs betrayed her. She saw herself falling onto Victor's chest, a gush of fluids spilling out of her torn vagina. Just how many thrusts of that massive tool had she endured?
She squirted all over him, pupil-less eyes scrutinize the mess she had created. Her penetrated vagina quivering.
She was... ashamed. Of herself. Of what she had done, but it was the Worgen's compromising gaze she encountered. A blank slate that reassured her. It was okay. [The end]
As the figure moved closer, it gasped for breath. It sounded like someone was shouting in the distance - a man's voice, followed by the barking of two dogs.
Hmm, she thought. I hope these creatures don't catch us!
At the same time, curiosity overwhelmed her. They could've been captured by the monster, the man chasing it, or both - it was too risky to take even one wrong step. But... maybe she wanted to be found? What if she was into it? She paused to consider this.
Her partner started stroking himself, his huge dick a perfect mix between thickness and girth. Qiana had loved every moment she'd spent riding it.
Right now, though, he couldn't climax - her finger was blocking his tip. It was hers to control.
He stared at her, puzzled.
"You can only cum when I say so," she told him in her mind. What did she mean by that?
She stepped aside and pushed aside the grass that was obstructing her view.
Wait, it was the skin of an Orc she saw. What was an Orc doing here? And who was chasing it?
Suddenly, someone grabbed her waist and pulled her in the opposite direction. Her pussy rubbed against the one that had been ravaging her earlier.
He started thrusting into her roughly, his expression emotionless.
Nobody commands me!
An hour or two had passed. Qiana was completely drained, her pussy had been stretched wide and she couldn't take it anymore. Unfortunately, it seemed like her partner still had more stamina - he didn't seem to care whether she wanted him to stop or not. He was the Lord Commander, and his words were law.
"Damned beast," a strange voice said. He was approaching their hiding place. The magic spell he'd cast had worn off, but the grass blocking their view was still enlarged.
He'd lost the Orc and was returning from the hunt.
She could hear the sounds of a sniffling dog coming closer. The other dog and the man followed behind.
Oh no!
"He stripped these women and took them to his den. Disgusting greenskins - they're just rapists. The Alliance should’ve never trusted them."
The man seemed to have found their clothes and came to a conclusion without further investigation.
Qiana wanted to laugh, but she knew she couldn't.
When a snout appeared from the enlarged grass, the group glanced at each other.
Hi.
A wave of magic from a Druid pushed the dog away. It ran off.
"Well done."
Was he going to finish soon? Damn it. Just be a brave warrior and accept it - you know you enjoy it. So why not be bold?
His huge member plunged into her again, and he gripped her large breasts tightly.
It was nighttime when Qiana emerged from the forest, wobbling like she'd been drinking.
"Everything okay?" Emma, a human merchant from Lunarfall, asked. She was a woman wrapped in velvet, white and blue.
"Yes, I'm just patrolling," Qiana replied. They'd known each other for a while, but they'd never become close friends.
Emma seemed intrigued. She'd heard rumours that Qiana had spent time with the Lord Commander recently.
"Ah, I see. You're going hunting monsters, naturally," Emma said with a nod. "May the Light - or Elune - protect you." Qiana was a Druid and a warrior, and it made sense that even these activities had worn her out.
Qiana smiled to herself. Yes, the Lord Commander had indeed taken her somewhere a few days ago...
And ever since then, she'd been walking so clumsily.
End of paraphrasing.......
I longed to assist in some capacity, the young woman contemplated. She appeared so weary, worn down from every angle.
"Are you alright?" I inquired, just making sure. "Did you and Qiana enjoy yourself while hunting the Orcs?"
"Believe me, we had an absolute blast," Qiana chuckled. "Yet, it wasn't just about hunting them."
Emma was puzzled. Wait a minute. They were hunting Orcs, right? So why question it? She simply spun around and left without a word, "Go with dignity, comrade."
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