Barflies

“Today, Wintergrasp is ours! No more will these vile fuckers keep us out! I can feel it! This is our day!” Allerdyce spoke, “I don't want to see a single one of you worthless bastards retreating! You all left me high and dry last time, and I ended up with a tremor totem shoved so far up my ass I can still taste the mana...”



Roderick cringed, “Alley, we told you we were retreating five times! You kept saying how you had to keep hitting that tauren in the face with a frostbolt!”



“Roddy... one day you will understand how cool it is to see a tauren with frost dingleberries hanging off his face because of you. Well, actually, you never will understand that because the concept of 'magic' eludes your luddite brain. But, trust me, it's more rewarding than helping orphans.”



“You are a terrible, terrible man...” a slender night elf priest said.



“Quiet you! Newbies don't get to verbally spar with the mighty Allerdyce! You have to earn that right!” Alley barked.



“Oh yes... I can hardly wait to be given THAT privilege...” she sighed.



“Just let him ramble Wylleth, it's for the best.” Roderick whispered.



“Ramble nothing, you mangy git! I'm trying to whip you people into a frenzy! We have sucked more than any fighting force in history for the last three months! We are the exact opposite of 'good' right now! I'm tired of being laughed at!”



“WHO HAS LAUGHED AT ME?! I will remove their eyes and make them watch as I fornicate with the bleeding neck hole of their beheaded corpse!” Crane screamed.



“Crane, nobody in their right mind would laugh at you. Especially with that collection of Horde ears you have around your neck...”



“Horde ears? They're not all Horde! I have a cornucopia of ears! I believe one for every sentient species on Azeroth!” Crane mused as he looked down at his homemade necklace of ears. Roderick stared at him with a look of uncertain shock. Crane's eyes caught Roderick's glare and his face changed from a dreamy grin to a stoic scowl as he cleared his throat. “The gnome was nobody that you know... I'm relatively sure. STOP YELLING AT ME! I KNOW WHAT HIS NAME WAS!” he turned to shout at the air behind him.



“Crane, I feel it fair to warn you that I WILL kill you if you come near me in battle. I apologize, but I consider it to be self defense from your sick, twisted kaldorei ass.” Allerdyce warned. “Brendan!”



“Yes sir!”



“Do we have an idea of what we're looking at defense-wise?” he asked the dwarf.



“Oh aye. We got about three er four sentries on the wall. The ground force looks to be anywhere from twenty ta about twenty five. Add in the reinforcements, and we'll call it a square fifty.” the hunter estimated as he observed the stronghold through the scope of his rifle.



“Only three sentries on the wall?”



“Aye! Hold on! Make it two... one of em just hopped down. Just an orc and a troll up there now.”



“Hmm... we take them out and we could move our forces into position to strike before they're ready!” Allerdyce grinned, stroking his beard. “Do you have a shot?”



“Had one fer about an hour now... Been waitin for you to finish up your 'pep talk' and give the order.”



“You may fire when ready my cross-eyed friend!”



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“So dere I was, pants around my ankles, and the ol' meat stick in my hand. She's on her knees with a fresh batch of orc pudding on her face and tits. The door's hangin wide open and her guildmaster is standin there with his jaw on the floor. The three of us are just starin at each other before the stutterin prick shouts 'You have defiled our priest you foul knave!' in this froo froo voice. I took a look at her, turned back to him, and said 'Ya should see what I did to your shammy!'” Bill guffawed. Rob doubled over in laughter, slapping his thigh as tears rolled down his cheeks. “Can't believe I got outta that with only havin ta...”



Bill's story was cut short as Rob stiffened up and shot up a hand to silence his friend. His eyes were wide as his ears strained to hear some long off sound. The troll turned his nose up to the air and took a couple deep whiffs. He started to open his mouth when there was a soft 'clap' sound in the distance.



“The hell was that?” Bill asked. His answer came a split second later as Rob cried out and collapsed in a heap on the cold stone. “Rob! What happened?!” The orc knelt over his fallen comrade, the troll's eyes squeezed shut as his body was contorted into a ball, feet thrashing against the ground. “Let me see! Let me see ya bastid! I got a first aid kit!” Bill tugged at the troll's limbs, Rob's hands covered in blood as they came into view. “Where are ya hit?! Let me see!” Bill tugged insistently until the troll's lanky form was brought into view. There was no sign of a wound on his chest or abdomen. However, the troll's groin was covered in blood, his breeches growing damp as it gushed from the fresh wound.



“Cock shot?!” Bill growled in disbelief. He stood and shouted at the woods far in the distance. “YA CROSS-EYED BASTID! I'LL GUT YA YET!” he took another look at his fallen friend before continuing his verbal artillery fire. “FIGHT LIKE A MAN YOU SHEEP SHAGGIN STUMPER!”. A soft clap was his only reply. Bill's face turned to fear as he recognized the sound, and he barely had time to whisper “Oh shit...” before his own groin was impacted by a finely crafted titanium slug. The orc whimpered and collapsed into a heap next to his amigo, the two cupping their shattered manhood and whining in agony. “Dirty rassafrassin... no good... stumper...” he grunted through clinched teeth.



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“Sentries are down boss, ya got a clean ride to the fortress.” Brendan stated in a 'matter of fact' manner.



“Cock shot?” Allerdyce asked.



“Aye. Like I said, they may live, but they ain't gonna want no part of a fight for a while.”



“You magnificent bastard.. If only I could clone you!” Allerdyce grinned. Shuddering at the thought of their pain. “Mount up! Tonight we dine in Wintergrasp!”. Everyone let out a collective groan at his cliched battle cry, slowly mounting their horses and sabres.



The massive platoon of Alliance warriors charged towards the fortress, the thunder of their mounts' feet resonating throughout the area. They assaulted the walls with a fury, blasting holes through the walls, and bashing down the gates with their siege vehicles. The Horde hardly had time to muster a defense before they were forced to submit. A loud cry of victory signified the end of battle, as Allerdyce and his crew basked in the afterglow of their win. Alley and Roderick decided to explore the fortress as the rest worked to secure it and repair its defenses. They wandered their way up onto the wall when they came upon the bodies of the fallen sentries.



“Well well well... look what we've got here Roddy!” Allerdyce grinned.



“Hey Bill! Hey Rob!”



“You rassafrassin limp wristed mage! I'll.... NNG!... I'll rip your heart out!” Bill grunted in agony.



“Now now Bill... you know it wasn't me! I abhor violence and guns! Never touch em!” he explained, feigning innocence. “And you should be nicer! Or else I'll take my time finding a medic to repair your shattered 'pride'!” he sneered, the orc crying out in pain as Alley kicked him in the backside.



“C'mon Alley! Be nice! He's our friend!” Roderick explained, reaching into his knapsack to withdraw some bandages and healing potions.



“Friend?! I have no friends! Especially not foul mouthed, ill tempered neanderthals who withhold vital information such as the gender of a guildmate they set you up on a blind date with!”



“You're... NNG! Still bitter... about.. that?” Bill whimpered.



“TWICE BILL! You did it TWICE!” Allerdyce shouted. “Once is an accident! Twice is malicious intent!”



“It was a joke!”



“Har DEE FUCKING har har! What part was I supposed to laugh at?! The part where you got me drunk until I passed out? Or the part where you greased up my unconscious backside and told him I was a 'world champion' at 'hide the salami'?!”



Bill groaned as he giggled. “You were pretty 'responsive' to him according to what I was told!”



“I was out like a lamp and it was a tight hole! He has no brain of his own with which to think!” Allerdyce defended, pointing to his own manhood. “And why am I defending myself?!” he asked rhetorically, kicking Bill in the groin.



“BASTID!” he winced.



“I want you to remember that pain the next time you think of sending a gay blood elf into my room!”



“Next time it'll be a gay tauren ya prick!”



“Dirty, rotten son of a!” Allerdyce growled as he lifted his foot to stomp on the orc's bloody wound.



“That's enough Alley! Leave the poor oaf alone.” a soft voice called out from behind.



“Oooh! Haven't heard that voice in a while!” Allerdyce squealed in glee, turning to greet its source. “How've ya been Asphyxia?”



“Busy. Very, very busy. Almost TOO busy if you know what I mean...” She flirted.



“Well, I've got all the time in the world. Want to ditch these losers and grab a bite?”



“Anything in particular?”



“There's a nice bistro on the west side of Dalaran? Bottle of Merlot and some pasta?”



“I'm in the mood for steak or seafood. Or both! Anything but conjured pastry... I've spent the last 4 months living off of conjured strudel.”



“Shall we take my portal? Or yours?”



“Neither, sadly.”



“Aww, why not?!”



“Well, thanks to our respective leaders, we've been ordered to avoid any contact with the Alliance. Anyone caught with a member of the opposing faction will be punished. And, knowing Garrosh, I'd be decapitated without a second thought.”



“Yeah... Wrathgate has most definitely put a cramp on our 'fraternizing' with the 'enemy'. Was Sylvanas really ignorant of that whole thing going on? Or, is she just covering her backside.”



“Dunno, I stay away from politics. I have no desire to kill the living. So, if she had anything to do with it, I hope they toss her off a cliff. If not? I hope they don't leave someone that dumb unsupervised again.”



“So... no more late night 'dueling'?” Allerdyce pouted.



“Don't be silly! You can still fire an arcane barrage at my portal... just have to be more discrete about it!” she winked.



“Huzzah!” Allerdyce cheered.



“Fuckin' eew!” Bill retched.



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More members of the 'regular' crew stumbled upon the impromptu gathering. Each took a seat somewhere on the wall and joined in the conversations. Laughing and joking brought more curious souls to join, and eventually a bonfire was built on the west wall of Wintergrasp keep. Beer runs were made and an impressive selection of cold beverages was soon found on the parapet. With the alcohol flowing, tension and inhibitions were soon lowered, and the party took on a life of its own. Musicians of both factions broke out instruments and began to play. A few of the female party goers took to dancing, removing their heavy armor and weapons, and changing into more comfortable clothing. Their bodies swayed as they playfully danced to the music. Roderick found the sirens' call to be irresistible and was soon dancing with them, the girls playfully teaching him how to dance seductively. Allerdyce shuddered and laughed as Roderick gyrated before him. Bill and some of the boys had set up a drinking game, flicking gold coins at an upturned helm, quaffing an ale when they missed. Suffice to say, they were soon quite inebriated, which made hitting the helmet even harder, which in turn made for more drinking. Bill's gaming came to an end with him dancing around the fire in his underwear, strumming his axe as if it were a guitar.



As the night fell, they all huddled near the fire, wrapped in blankets and furs as they told stories and talked of the tensions between their factions. Though their leaders preached of war and the dangers of trusting your 'enemy', these were common grunts, who had lived, fought, loved, and lost with each other in various campaigns. Nearly all of them would admit to dalliances with the enemy, and few shared the zeal of their leaders for war. Allerdyce himself was defending the Forsaken and speaking of their positives when he was interrupted.



“Hold on a sec! They killed thousands of innocent people! How can you defend them?” a young paladin asked.



“I've known some of them for quite some time. Intimately! I have a hard time believing that one of them would deliberately hurt or kill someone. Hell, one of them has gone out of her way to please me and shows affection!”



“Please you? What, did she bring you a present?” the paladin joked.



“In a way... yeah...” Allerdyce nodded. “She did have a bow on at the time...”



“You make it sound like you fornicated with her!”



“And?” Allerdyce shrugged, staring at the paladin.



“You.... you fornicated with her?!” the paladin stammered in disbelief.



“Yup. More than once actually.” Allerdyce stated plainly, striking a match to light the pipe he was smoking.



“What.. what was it like?” the paladin asked, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.



“Why? You curious?” he asked, the paladin nodded, cheeks a deep crimson as she drank from her mug. “OK, I'll tell you one of my favorite experiences! I was in Borean Tundra when I decided it was time for a hot bath....”



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Allerdyce made his way down to the shore of the geyser pools. He had spent the previous week helping the residents of the Fizzcrank Airstrip to clean out the basin. After days of killing nerubians, elementals, and renegade mechs, the pools were free to use. The waters were hot and felt divine to a sore, dirty, exhausted mage. Roderick had met up with his sister in town, and the two had agreed to have dinner together to catch up, so this left Allerdyce all to himself. He sighed in contentment as he lowered himself into the water. His pale skin turned bright pink as he sunk deeper, until his backside came to rest on a rock, forming the perfect 'chair' for him to sit on, the water coming up to his chest. He inhaled deeply, eyes drifting closed as he listened to nature's lullaby.



He had been there for about thirty minutes when his ears caught the sound of someone else slipping into the water. Whoever it was, they were making an effort to sneak up on him, as their entry was almost silent, years of combat and training had made Allerdyce's senses more aware, the presence of rogues always being a concern for him. Feigning sleep, he listened as the presence swam closer to him, allowing them to get within range of his more potent spells. A chill ran up his spine when the presence stopped and called out to him.



“Ho there mage!” a female's voice spoke.



“Hello!” He replied, opening his eyes and turning to look at the voice. His fears were confirmed when he saw two amber eyes beaming back at him from beneath an assassin's hood. The black fabric covering her face moved to mask what could only be a smile.



“You are Allerdyce?”



“Yep... that'd be me...” he said, moving himself to a more ready position.



“I am Garrotica. I'm a friend of Asphyxia. She told me about you. You fit her description to a 'T'.” she giggled, cocking her head to the side as she looked at him.



“So... did that description make finding your bounty easier?”



“Bounty? Oh! No! I'm not here on 'business'! I've been dispatched to Taunka'le Village to help. Decided to take a dip to relax. I saw you here and figured I'd join you! You don't mind do you?” she asked, swimming in slow circles.



“As long as you're not here to bury a dirk between my ribs, make yourself at home!”



“At home eh?” she grinned, diving below the surface to swim towards him. He admired her silhouette as she glided towards him like a shark. Those amber eyes that looked at him from afar were now a mere arm's length away as she bobbed to the surface. She moved next to him and took a seat on the large rock, reclining back to allow the sun to bathe her body.



“You'd probably be more comfortable if you take off all that leather. No offense, but wet leather will smell pretty bad if you wear it.” he explained.



Garrotica nodded, quickly taking off her armor until she was reduced to her bra and panties, the dark material clinging to her body, tantalizingly teasing him at what they contained. Her body was more athletic than Asphyxia, ripples of muscle appearing at her abdomen and arms. Her chest was respectable, breasts slightly smaller than Asphyxia's, but firmer, more than likely due to her trade. His appreciative gaze was changed to one of confusion as her hood remained in place.



“You can take the hood off too you know? I've been around Forsaken before, won't bother me.” he offered.



“No offense, but I'd rather not.” she replied.



“Afraid I'll discover your secret identity?” he joked.



“Part of it, yes.”



“The other?”



“Well, let's just say that some of us Forsaken aren't as 'pretty' as others...” she trailed off, her eyes staring off into the distance with an obvious pain to their gaze.



“As I said before. I've been around Forsaken before, it doesn't bother me.” he explained, touching her chin to turn her back towards him. She looked down to his hand, then followed his arm up to his face. Her look of sorrow turned back to a smile.



“You? No. But, it does bother me. I don't like my 'new' face. I like the hood. I feel it gives me an 'exotic' charm!” she grinned, tussling his beard.



“You are indeed 'charming'...” he mused, the two reclining back into the water, side by side. They spent a while staring up at the clouds, remarking on the shapes they seemed to take, and sharing their desires and dreams. Allerdyce quickly found himself feeling a kinship with Garrotica, she had an affable personality and hardly seemed the cold blooded killer. Her stories would speak otherwise though. He made no mistake in thinking her harmless, just finding enjoyment in seeing a part of her that her victims would never know existed.



The conversation quieted until a hush fell over them both. Neither was nervous per se, just content to enjoy each others' company. It was during this period when she made her move. Allerdyce felt the water ripple, and her lithe body slide up between his legs until she hovered over him. Her arms were planted on either side of his head, his eyes staring up at her face, which stared back at him from between the valley of her bra covered breasts.



“You lied about the contract on me?” he asked nervously.



“No... something more primal...” she husked.



“More... primal?”



“I'll be honest. Asphyxia speaks of you very highly. She tells of how you don't notice her condition. How the chunks of missing skin and lifeless eyes never even come to your attention. How you can passionately make love to her as if she was a goddess. She tells of how you touch her in ways that make her feel like she were alive again, like a teenager on the farm fooling about with the hired help.” Garrotica explained, her eyes never leaving his, her stare glazing over with lust as she retold the stories. “I hear these stories and I ache. I ache in a way that I haven't since before this 'condition'. I'm sure you've caught scent of it by now. Someone of your experience would notice the quickening of my heartbeat, the rapidity of my breath, and the... heat... I'm giving off...” she moved her body closer to him, straddling his waist as her panty covered sex came to rest on his own clothed member. Her words rang true, a radiating heat came from her body as she rubbed herself against him, gliding up and down his shaft, feeling him grow firm against her netherlips.



“Whoa.. whoa.. what about Asphyxia? We can't do this! She trusts me, and this would hurt her. I can't betray her trust...” he protested. “And you're her friend! Won't she get a little pissed off with you?”



“Ha! You just cost me ten gold mage! The complexities of human nature be damned.” Garrotica chuckled.



“Care to share the joke?” Allerdyce asked, perplexed.



“Asphyxia bet me that you'd refuse me at first. I told her you're like any other man and jump at the chance to dip your wick in some quim.”



“Pleased to disappoint you I guess?”



“Pleased to be disappointed, she is a good friend.” Garrotica mused.



“So, this was a test then? Just a bet?” Allerdyce asked, moving to dislodge her from her writhing grip. Her hands gripped his by the wrist and pushed them back to his sides.



“Not quite. You'll notice I said 'at first'. See, she expected you to say 'no', so she gave me this...” Garrotica explained, as she reached into the pocket of her britches. She withdrew a small, sealed container, opening the lid to withdraw a piece of parchment. She handed it to Allerdyce who looked upon the document. He read it aloud:



“Dear Alley,



By now I'm sure you've become quite familiar with my friend Garrotica. She is a sweet gal, but a bit lacking in the self confidence department. For the past few months, she has whined endlessly about her lack of 'company' in the evening hours, and I grow tired of her bellyaching. I sent her after you on a mission of mercy. Not mercy for you, but for her. She has an affliction, and I know you posses the cure. So, as a favor for me, and it is a big one to ask, take care of the poor girl. You have my permission to drill her bony ass into the dirt until she begs you to stop! Fuck her, grab her ass, play with her tits, cum on her face, whatever it takes to satisfy her libido! I can't take her whining anymore! Don't worry about me, I'm not the jealous type, I know where your heart lies. So, say 'Yes', make a new 'friend with benefits', and send her back to me with a shit eating grin on her face.



Kindest of Regard,



Asphyxia



P.S. I know you're going to read this Garrotica, so remember this: 1, No biting him. 2, No scars. 3, Squeeze one out of him for me. 4, Get back to Venomspite and give me all the lurid details!”



Allerdyce's face was a sea of emotions as he read aloud, curiosity, perplexion, understanding, and finally pride. Garrotica watched his face, knowing full well the letter's contents, and waiting for him to get to the 'good part'. She could feel it when he did, an immediate lurch in his penis signified the resurrection of his earlier interest in her. She helped to spurn him on to acceptance, grinding firmly against him, whittling away at what little resistance and hesitation was left.



“This is from her?”



“Yesss....” she hissed.



“You promise?” he asked, an enthusiastic nod was his reply.



“The three of us can even 'confirm' my story at a later time if you like? And if I'm lying, well, I'm sure you can think of a suitable punishment.” she coquetted.



“That doesn't sound like a bad idea...” Allerdyce contemplated, watching her sink beneath the water. His head dropped back and he moaned as he felt her hands tear open his undergarments, the warm water engulfing his exposed cock, before Garrotica's mouth did the same. He felt her tongue snake around the tip before her maw closed around him, gentle suction moving along his now solid erection. The Forsaken assassin nursed on him long after any other woman would have surfaced gasping for air. Her tongue slithered and snaked along his member until he felt himself racing towards orgasm. The whole time, it would appear to others as if he were there alone, enjoying a good soak, completely unaware of the randy female that coaxed him to unload a thick, creamy blast of seed into her impatient, ravenous mouth. Further pulses spurted along the length of her tongue, slowing to a dribble until she was lapping at the tip for any hint of his essence.



“Gods do I love that...” he huffed, coiled muscles relaxing as he struggled to maintain composure, so as not to bring any attention to himself. A dreamy smile came upon his face as he enjoyed a powerful orgasm.



Garrotica's hooded form returned from the depths, water dripping from the fabric as he could see her mouth working below it, savoring the musky flavor of his cum. A smacking of lips could be heard before she let out a cliche 'Ahhh!' of satisfaction. “I don't think I need to ask if you enjoyed that.” she glibbed, moving back up to straddle him.



“No, you most certainly do not...”



“I am glad. And I mean that most sincerely. It has been a long time since a man has erupted for me.” She beamed with pride. “I most desperately hope that you are not finished though...” she asked, her pert backside bobbing up and down as she gyrated against him.



“Not... just... yet” he grunted defiantly, feeling himself growing hard again as she rubbed her panty covered pussy against his now exposed cock, feeling the fabric grow slick with a fluid that most definitely wasn't water. She subtly raised herself up, reaching behind herself, seeming to adjust something, before coming to rest against him again. He immediately felt the difference. She had moved her panties aside, and now her hot, slick pussy was pressed against his raging erection. Fat, puffy lips moved into position on either side of his shaft, and her quivering, wet hole 'nibbled' on his cock, just above his balls. “Gods...” he whimpered as she began to slide up and down his member again, this time coating him with her fluids.



“Playtime is over mage... we have a dance together, and you will NOT be bowing out!” she growled, sliding all the way up until his fat, purple head lay nestled at the entrance to her silky tunnel. She adjusted her hips and began the long, slow journey of impaling herself upon him. Her fingers intertwined with his as she brought herself to rest on his lap. Her bosom crushed against his face as she began to move against him vigorously. There were no words, only ragged breaths and the occasional gasp. She had need of him, and it wasn't for his wit, her body let him know this in no uncertain terms, nipples firm and hard, ground into his chest, while her pussy gripped and pulled at him like a hot, steamy vise.



“Take over Allerdyce.. My body grows weary...” she begged. The mage obliged, rolling them both over until he was upon her. She wrapped her legs about his back and he resumed the motion she had begun. Their 'dance' grew from a steady waltz to a sultry tango, uniform thrusts devolving to needy grinds and jagged stabs. Her breasts wobbled beneath the water, defying gravity as they swayed in their own wavy dance. They spilled out from her bra, dull gray nipples occasionally breaking the surface before being dragged back down by his next thrust. She whimpered and whined as he pressed his every bit of flesh deep into her vessel, readying to deliver another hot load of cum. With a final heave, he pushed in deep and unloaded. The force of his impact moved them further out of the water, her breasts coming up from the depths, damp bra pooled below the fleshy orbs as her chest heaved. Her hood snagged upon the rock, the strain tugging it down until her face was exposed. Allerdyce paid no heed, his eyes squeezed shut as his balls worked to unload their precious cargo, sack lurching as he bombarded her barren womb with cum. She whimpered aloud, voice unfettered by cloth, drawing his attention. His eyes opened to see her unobstructed face. She had the appearance of a woman who was more than beautiful in life. Death however, seemed to have spited her, undeath even more so. Her nose was missing, a skull-like hole was all that remained. Portions of her lip were missing as well, her teeth visible as they clinched together in orgasmic bliss. Spots of missing flesh littered a face that was contorted in orgasmic bliss, but what should have been a ghoulish sight to most barely phased the mage. He saw only a woman at her most attractive. Had he not known Asphyxia or Garrotica, he may have been repulsed at the sight. But, because of these two women and the enigmatic personalities they possessed, he could see past that.



Garrotica broke his moment of zen as her eyes fluttered openly. Instantly, she became aware that her face was uncovered, reaching for her mask in a panicked state. Allerdyce stopped her hand, her eyes turning up towards him. “See? Like I said. Doesn't bother me, you're actually quite fetching.”



“A flatterer I see...” She smiled, patting the back of his hand as she fought away a tear. “You are very kind. And, she is lucky to have you. Though she may not be the jealous type, I am! Promise me you'll 'dance' with me again some time?” she asked, moving her mask back into place.



“Of course! I mean provided it's not an issue with Asphyxia. I would be honored to do this again...” he added, thrusting his flagging cock into her a few more times before withdrawing, a cloud of semen churning in the water between them before vanishing. She moved her panties back in place, patting her now satiated pussy.



“I'll have to save some of that for later...” she cooed, rubbing her slit through the material. She then stuffed her breasts back into her bra, adjusting it as she smiled at him. He watched her with a grin as she pulled herself out of the water, admiring the glistening skin of her backside, following the string of black material as it vanished between the fleshy cheeks of her ass, reappearing over the mound of her pussy. The thick, swollen lips were still visible below the fabric as she bent over lewdly, and he assumed it was her intent. She pulled on her armor and fastened her weapons before him, enjoying his eyes as they roamed over her hungrily. Allerdyce began to dry himself of as well, pulling on his robes as Garrotica finished dressing herself. She moved towards him and wrapped her arms around him in an embrace. “Thank you...” was all she said. He said nothing, merely returned her embrace, gently patting her. Separating, she cocked her head at him again, a playful grin beaming from ear to ear below her mask. “So, I guess I'll see you around some time?”



“Not if I see you first! Have to be on my toes with you rogues prowling about.”



“Don't have to worry about this rogue. If I ambush you, you'll be the one doing the back stabbing!” she winked. “Stay safe out there mage. we need you...I mean SHE... needs you...” she stammered, blushing profusely before vanishing in a plume of smoke. Allerdyce was left stunned, mouth agape as he stood in place, robe fluttering in the breeze.



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“Wooow... that was pretty hot!” the paladin gasped, face flushed from a combination of the alcohol and arousal.



“I thought so too when she told me.” Asphyxia said, taking a sip of wine. “And yes, I did write the note. And yes Alley, we will have to get together later to 'confirm' that story. I think she withheld some vital information there!”



“Jealousy?” Allerdyce asked.



“Hardly. I just think it sounds like a blast!” she laughed. Others joined in for a hearty chuckle.



“What about you nosy? Haven't you dabbled with someone you weren't supposed to?” Bill asked the paladin.



“Me? Oh no.. I'm still... um.. looking...” she stammered, eyes flittering side to side as she tried to avoid their stares.



“Are you a virgin?” Alley asked.



“No! I mean... well.. yeah...” she sighed in defeat.



“We got plenty of males here and a tent or two. Could take out that problem right now!” Allerdyce grinned. “I'm sure there's no shortage of volunteers!”



“Alley! NO!” Annabelle shushed. “She's just waiting until she's ready! Isn't that right?”



“Yeah.. I guess so..” the paladin said.



“What does it take to be ready? You're horny, your pussy is wet, grab a guy and sit on his cock!” Allerdyce explained.



“SO LEWD!” Annabelle shouted, throwing a chunk of bread at him. “No, a woman needs her first to be special. Something memorable! Not a roll in the hay with some drunk troll!” she explained, turning to face Rob's glare. “No offense...” she explained. He shrugged and went back to drinking.



“What's wrong with a troll? I've fucked a troll! They're like a dynamo, the more ya fuck em, the more they want to be fucked!” Brendan stated.



“You fucked a troll?” The paladin asked.



“Oh aye! Wasn't my original intention, but just ended up happening!”



“How does something like that 'just end up happening'!?” Bill asked in disbelief.



“Well, I was huntin some game in Stranglethorn with my boar Willie. We wandered a little too far into troll territory when all hell broke loose!”



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“Willie, yer my favorite boar and all, but if you lead me to one more truffle, I'm eating roast pork tonight...” Brendan warned his boar. The pig just snorted and rutted deeper into the brush. The dwarf did his best to follow, crawling on his hands and knees behind the pig. They hit a clearing when the pig took off like a shot. The dwarf stumbled to his feet and gave chase. “STOP YA DAFT BASTARD! I cannae run that fast!” he complained, watching as Willie became a dark dot in the distance, and finally, disappeared out of view. Brendan followed as fast as he could, until he heard a loud squeal. “WILLIE?!” he cried out, breaking into a sprint. He followed Willie's panicked squeals to their source, a deep hole in the earth that had obviously been dug up. “A trap? Ya dumb pig, what're ya doin in a tiger trap!” the dwarf laughed as he looked down into the hole. His smile turned to a look of concern as he could see sharpened sticks at the bottom of the pit. “Willie! Are ya ok?” he asked, looking for any sign of his pig, the dark of the pit making it hard to see the black boar. He lit a flare and tossed it into the hole. He could finally see Willie, who looked up at him with doe eyes and whimpered. He appeared to be ok, save for a single spike piercing his back leg. “Doesn't look too bad Willie.. I should be able to patch ya up. Hang tight while I get a vine to climb down there!”



Brendan searched for a suitable vine to use, finding none, he ventured deeper into the foliage. He had finally found what he was looking for near some ruins. Withdrawing his axe he began to hack at the vine, large ropes of it dropping to the ground. He gathered up what he had and turned to leave when he found himself face to face with an angry trolless.



“You be on troll lands dwarf! And you be stealin from our ruins!” she threatened, unslinging a tomahawk from her belt and hefting it over her head.



“Now wait a minute miss! I'm just tryin to get my pig outta a trap! I havena stolen anything!” he protested, his words falling on deaf ears as she heaved the tomahawk at him. The dwarf dodged it with ease, his reflexes much keener than she expected. “HEY! What's the bloody damage?!” he shouted. The trolless didn't bother with a reply, grabbing her remaining tomahawk and charging at him.



Her swing was clumsy and wild. Brendan dodged it and used her momentum to throw her to the ground, a loud 'whuff' escaping her throat as the air was driven out of her. “Now that's quite enough! I have a pig to rescue and I will nae waste another minute wrasslin with some tart!”



Brendan turned to leave, gathering his vine and beginning to make his way back towards Willie. He had only made it a few steps when he heard the pounding footsteps of the trolless in pursuit. “Look! For the last time will ya...” his words were cut off short as she tackled him. The momentum sent the pair over a small hill, the two locked in a struggle as they rolled down the hill. They finally came to a stop in a small ravine, brush surrounding them on all sides. Brendan came to first, his eyes fluttering open to see a supple behind resting on his chin. In the tussle, her loincloth had become wrapped about her waist and her womanhood was now on full display.



Between her thick green cheeks he could see the small button of her anus. The dark green screen of her wrinkled pucker flexed and relaxed, staring back at him. Lower still was her pussy, the lips of which were hanging open, allowing him to view her innermost depths. Her insides were a dark, crimson red, the flesh around it appearing much darker and swollen than the rest of her body. Fluids appeared on the inner edges of her lips, clear with a few dark red streaks. Brendan reached out, mesmerized, and gripped her backside. She moaned, but remained unconscious. He gripped and squeezed the flesh of her rump, smacking it and watching the flesh jiggle. His thumbs moved inwards, pulling the cheeks apart. Her anus flexed before relaxing, the tiny pucker opening slightly. He released and allowed it to close again, his attention moving down towards her pussy. He spread the flesh apart again with his thumbs and watched as fluids began to trickle out of her now open hole, towards her thick knobby clit. She moaned again and moved her hips back, a fresh gush of fluids rushing out and over his thumbs. He was smiling at the effect he was having until her scent hit him. Although the two races couldn't be any more different, her scent triggered a response in him that he never felt before. His cock immediately hardened until it pressed painfully against her as she lay on top of him, his flesh yearning to be free to rub against her. His mind became clouded with lust, and Willie became a distant memory as he moved his thumb to her hole. He pressed the thick digit into her and felt her pussy respond to him at once. She gripped and quivered on his thumb as if yearning for more, straining to pull him deeper in. He was thoroughly enjoying fingering this trolless' pussy as she slept. Her body had grown incredibly hot, but also, incredibly heavy.



With a sigh, Brendan decided he'd had enough fun, rolling her off of him. Dusting himself off, he grabbed his vines and was going to leave. He stopped after a step though, and decided against it.



“I dinnae want to be tackled again, so I figure I'll have to buy myself some time.” he explained. Grabbing a vine, he began to tie the trolless up, binding her arms behind her, and binding her ankles together. He couldn't help but stare at her pussy as he tied her feet together. The puffy mound positively drooled fluid along her thigh. He took one last good look at it, squeezing his cock through his pants before shaking it off and walking on his way. He'd only made it a few steps when he heard her cry out.



“Please don't go! Don't leave!” she begged. “Don't leave me like this...” she pleaded.



“You're only going to try and kill me again, and I dinnae have the patience for it!”



“You don't have to untie me all the way... just don't leave me... like this...” she whimpered.



“I'll leave a knife by that tree. You can squirm your way over there and cut yourself out, then you're home free.” he explained.



“It's not the vines... “she cried. “I can't stand it anymore!”



“Stand what?” he asked.



“I'm in heat! Loa be damned! My body is on fire! There be no male trolls around! You will do! Please! Touch me! You don't even have to untie me! Just touch me!” she pleaded, thrusting her hips towards him, a spray of juices spurted audibly from her pussy and spattered on his face. She bucked a few more times, squirts of fluid spattering upon him and the ground. “Please... pleeeeeasssse” she whimpered. “You don't know what it be like... my mind burns.. my body burns...”



“Is this because I touched you before?” he asked.



“You touched me?! Loa! Why?! You stoked the flames in my body!”



“It wasn't my intention... was just curious for a peek at some troll pussy!” he explained.



“It don't matta now... I need ya... need ya to.. need ya to UUUNGH!” she grunted, her hips coming up off the ground again and a sizable spurt of her juices splashed over his face, beads of it landing in his open mouth as he tried to speak. This spurt was different from the others, more concentrated. The dwarf couldn't think about anything else at the moment. Her taste was on his tongue, her gamey scent filling his nose as her fluids dribbled down his face. He reached down and began to untie her ankles. He had no sooner loosened the bindings than she slung one leg over and rolled onto her knees. She pressed her breasts into the dirt and hiked her ass up as high as it would go, back bowing down to a near impossible angle, rolling her hips to display as much pussy as possible. He gripped her waist with one hand, as the other practically tore open his pants, tugging out his thick, pulsing cock.



“Horny troll slut..” he growled, “Ya want to be fucked? This dwarf will be more than happy to pound your pussy!”



Brendan lined himself up, and with one hard thrust, buried himself to the hilt in the troll's pussy. She cried out, body swaying as he began to pound her backside. Her pussy slurped and squirted around his cock as he thrust into her engorged sex. Lust burned away at her mind until only the pleasure she was feeling remained. Nothing mattered at this moment. Though she wanted to kill him moments before, his cock was now giving her pleasures that she prayed for over the last week. “Fuck me... fuck me... LOA FUCK ME!” she begged. Her body rocked from the force of his thrusts as she spurned him on. The plight of his pet hadn't entered his mind since she sprayed him with her juices, only the thought of breeding this trolless. He gripped her with both hands firmly now, pulling her back as he pushed forward, her juices gushing out to splash against their thighs as he hilted himself again and again.



“I be cummin! I be cummin soon little man! Fuck Daviri! Fuck her little pussy! Make her cum!” she panted, her bound hands balling into fists as her body went rigid. She let out a long squeal as her body peaked. Brendan felt her go stiff, then the shudders began, her pussy quivering to the point of vibrating against him. He could take no more stimulation, and with his own grunt, he loosed his first jet of cream into her. The next pulse followed the first, pooling at the gate to her womb. He pulled his cock free of her spasming hole and sprayed the next pulses across her backside, admiring the stark contrast of his ivory semen against her jade skin. When the last dregs of cum were wringed from his now aching nuts, he rubbed the swollen tip of his cocked through the puddle of his seed, moving back down to press his cum covered cock back into her tunnel for one last thrust. She cooed and whimpered, enjoying the feeling of fullness before his flagging erection fell from her silky embrace.



“Did I touch you enough?” he asked.



“Oh yeah... Daviri be much better now!” she panted, “Go save your pig now little man. I won't harm ya!”



“Willie! I forgot all about him!” Brendan shouted, stuffing his manhood back into his britches and gathering the remaining vine. He started to make his way towards Willie, when he heard Daviri clear her throat.



“Ya could untie me ya know... I said I wouldn't harm ya..” she pouted, her cum covered ass still hiked in the air as her arms were bound behind her. She sheepishly grinned at him, fingers twiddling idly. “Pretty please?”



“I suppose you got a point!” Brendan said, untying the trolless' arms. “There ya go! Free as a birdie!” he cheered, his face going to shock as she pounced on him. She stared down with a toothy grin as she pinned him to the jungle floor. “Ya said ya wouldn't harm me!” he protested.



“I did! And I be not lyin! No harm will come to ya! But... I lied when I said I had enough....” Daviri explained, moving her sex over his groin, grinding against him.



“Oh gods... I'm gonna feel this in tha mornin...” Brendan whimpered.



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“So that whole 'troll in heat' thing is real?” Allerdyce asked.



“Oh aye! Very VERY real!” Brendan warned.



“How many times?” Allerdyce asked.



“About eight or so before I lost consciousness. After that? I dinnae how many times she fucked me.”



“What about your pig?” the paladin asked.



“He got himself outta that hole. It was Willie that woke me up, snuffelin and lickin mah face.”



“Eight times! I bet your balls hurt for days!” Bill guffawed.



“Couldn't get an erection for two weeks.” Brendan mused, sipping his ale.



“Do the males go into heat like that?” the paladin asked.



“Dunno, never fucked a male troll...”



“Just curious!” the paladin stammered to explain. “I mean wouldn't that be trippy if you had a guy who could do it with you that many times?” she thought aloud, squirming in her seat.



“Well, I don't know about some of these other girls, but I think my vagina would fall out after about four or five!” Asphyxia guffawed.



“Me too!” Annabelle agreed.



“I would like to put that to the test!” Allerdyce grinned.



“Down boy! Save your strength!” Asphyxia teased.



“Are any of the other races as potent?”



“Hmmm... I hear night elves can be freaky!” Bill thought aloud.



“We are not! We barely qualify as 'naughty', let alone sexual deviants!” Annabelle protested.



“Oh yeah, a society populated by a three to one ratio of female to male! I sincerely doubt there's any unusual sex going on there!” Bill snickered.



“That's way, WAY overblown!”



“Have you ever gone down on another female?” Bill asked.



“I err... don't feel comfortable answering that!” Annabelle sheepishly peeped, sipping her drink. “I think everyone is entitled to a little exploration!”



“Take note Bill, that is a 'yes'!” Allerdyce grinned.



“It is NOT!”



“OK, so you won't answer that question. So, how about another?”



“Is it going to be a dirty question?” Annabelle pouted.



“Oh for the love of all that's holy, stop being a prude! I've watched you turn into a panther and lick your own vagina without a hint of shame!”



“When did I ev..”



“Ulduar...”



“Where?”



“Freya's chamber. You sat on a rock and licked yourself for a good ten minutes. I doubt that was just run of the mill cat grooming...”



“I... uh... dunno...” Annabelle sputtered, her face blushing dark. “What is the question!?”



“What is the 'naughtiest' thing you've ever done kaldorei?” Allerdyce asked. The mob leaned in to hear her answer.



“Why do you want to know that?”



“You said night elves aren't freaky. I want to see who is right, you or Bill.”



Annabelle sighed, gathering her composure. “We were helping the Shattered Sun Offensive set up their campaign at the Sunwell. I took a bombing run mission along the Dead Scar. We had flown over the scar once before, and I had struck the pit lord Brutallus head on with a bomb. He laughed and taunted me to show him what I 'had'. I took his challenge. I stood in the dragonhawk's saddle, pulled open my robes, and pulled my panties aside. He took a good long look as I flew overhead. I can remember him saying 'Looks good enough to EAT!'. It was a rush... I never showed my pussy in public before. I kinda liked it.”



“My cock is so hard right now...” Bill gasped.



“EEEW!” Annabelle whined.



“Wait! Waitwaitwaitwaitwait! You can't do that! You can't just tell us that you flashed your kitty at a demon of the Burning Legion and then shift gears back to prude mode! It's against the law!”



“Oh my gosh Alley! What else do you want to know?!”



“It was you he was talking about when he said 'I didn't recognize you with your clothes on!', wasn't it!”



“Obviously!”



“Hoo hoo! Freak!” Bill teased.



“Are NOT!”



“Question two! What is the most exotic thing you've had in your vagina?”



“Are you seriously asking me that?! I'm not answering! No way!”



“Oh come on Annie! Alley and Brendan told us their stories! Be a sport!” Bill protested.



“I... I mean! Come on Bill!” she whimpered. “Okaaay... I'll answer, but you have to answer the same question next!”



“I can answer that right now. I've never had nothin' in my vagina... on account I got a dick!”



“You know what I mean!” she shouted. “It was a lion.” Annabelle confessed.



“Like a 'lion' lion? Or, like a tauren druid in lion form?” Allerdyce asked.



“'Lion' lion...”



“King of the Jungle!” Bill chirped.



“It's good to be the king!” Brendan joined.



“Hush! Do you want to hear the story, or not?!” Annabelle shouted.



“Yes, we most definitely need to hear this!” Alley grinned.



“OK, this was many moons ago, when I was just starting out in my druid training. I had just mastered my panther form and decided to scout out the Barrens and see the Crossroads for myself...”







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