The Joys of Diplomacy

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"I still think the three of us should simply make camp, fuck ourselves senseless, have a nice dinner and then get a fresh start in the morning ... after some more fucking of course" said Xlandria.

"Your opinion is known, slut!" retorted Gharni who twanged the string on her bow as if to add an audible exclamation point to her words. "In fact," she added, "I would hazard a guess that your opinion would be the same regardless of the intent of our mission, where we are, the time of day, or even the company being kept."

"Not at all," replied Xlandria, flexing her bat-like wings and thrusting out her barely contained breasts. "If it were morning or mid-day I'd suggest a different between-sex-meal entirely."

Azran rolled his eyes at the pair and breathed a sigh of bemusement. His succubus Xlandria seemed to take every opportunity to flirt with the Hunter, Gharni, despite the Orcish woman's feigned disapproval of succubae in general and Xlandria's behavior specifically. It had started when they first met as a manifestation of Gharni's resentment at having to be paired with anyone at all, much less a Forsaken Warlock, for the diplomatic missions they were regularly sent on.

Usually their tasks involved settling disputes between neighboring horde settlements, arranging trade agreements, and the occasional boarder skirmish with the Alliance. Despite Gharni's sharp tongue with Xlandria, Azran had to admit that she knew how to handle contracts and treaties in Orcish, the Forsaken's Gutter Speak, a popular dialect of Troll and was even starting to understand the Common language used by the Alliance. Azran himself was quite well versed in Common, having once been his first language, his new language of Gutter Speak and Orcish, but also in the elfish languages of Thalassian & Darnassian, Ogre (a surprisingly nuanced language), Goblin (which really only helped to make better deals), and was beginning to dabble in Gnomish (though currently he was limited to asking if the speaker knew any other languages and "where is the lavatory?"). More than his skills with language was his ability to make certain that those involved understood what they were agreeing to so as to avoid future conflicts and the need for Azran or another diplomatic team to return.

Despite the ladies bickering there was camaraderie there and their insults were good natured with no real venom in their words. Azran himself wasn't really sure how this change had happened despite later being filled in on the details by Xlandria. At the time they were on their first mission together as an envoy to form an alliance with the ogres of Dustwallow Marsh with an offer of the trade and profit a flight point would bring. Gharni had made it abundantly clear that she didn't care for Forsaken or Warlocks, and most especially didn't care for demons, having herself seen the results of demonic blood enslavement on her people. She also made it clear that once this mission was complete she was going to request a different diplomatic partner.

Azran had left the camp to gather some firewood while Gharni and Xlandria assembled the tents and hoped that neither killed the other while he was gone. When he returned carrying an armload of sticks less than a half an hour later, Gharni and Xlandria were sitting on a log they had placed in front of the fire pit. Xlandria had her right arm around Gharni's shoulder and Gharni had her left arm around Xlandria's waist. Their other hands were together, in front of them and seemed to be holding something. It wasn't until Azran was closer that he realized that it was Xlandria's tail and the two of them were not just holding it, but were in fact sliding their fists up and down her tail in a most suggestive manner.

"He really likes this?" asked Gharni.

"All men like this," replied Xlandria. It was clear that Xlandria was sharing sexual techniques with Gharni, a technique she had used on Azran just the night before. He stepped back and hid himself behind a large tree so as not to interrupt their play. Azran's mind boggled at the girl talk that must have preceded this tantalizing show.

"Just like that," instructed Xlandria. "Now, when you've got him nice and hard, take your tongue and lick around the tip. On the real thing you should get a taste of his pre-cum."

Gharni leaned in and stuck her tongue out. Before she actually reached the tip of Xlandria's tail she backed away again and giggled, burying her face in Xlandria's shoulder. Until he actually heard it, Azran could never have imagined any orc woman, much less this previously cold and unfriendly Hunter, giggling. "I can't do it," said Gharni. "It's just too embarrassing."

Xlandria tutted at the blushing orc. "You shouldn't tease him, unless of course he's into that kind of thing. Just look at it and imagine." Xlandria nudged Gharni's head back up. "Imagine your lovers cock, swollen and hard, the head darkened with the blood inside, straining with the need to cum." Xlandria licked her lips sensuously. "All he needs to bring him to climax are your soft lips and your wet tongue. He's dying for you to take him into your mouth and drink his essence."

Gharni's eyes fluttered with passion as she stared at the pseudo phallus that was the succubus' tail. She looked at it for a moment and licked her lips. She made up her mind and dove onto the tip, slathering her tongue all around the would-be head. In only a few seconds saliva was drizzling down Xlandria's tail. Gharni then took the tip into her mouth and begin to slide the slippery tail in and out of her mouth, taking a little bit more with each thrust.

Xlandria moaned as if genuinely enjoying the pretend falatio. "That's it. Now suck, gently at first."

Gharni was now taking a good four inches in and out of her mouth. Not bad for a beginner, which Azran assumed she was. Her head began to bob faster on the tip of Xlandria's tail.

Xlandria offered encouragement for Gharni's progress. "Yes, you're doing wonderfully. Now, suck harder. Your lover is getting close. Suck like you're trying to draw his soul out through his cock. Your passion for your lover is so great that you want to drink every drop of his seed."

Gharni continued her ministrations in earnest, lost in the succubus' narrative.

"Oh! Here it comes! Drink your lover's seed!" cried the impassioned succubus.

The orc sucked and bobbed her head on the imaginary cock but then stopped suddenly and coughed. She pulled her head away and stared in disbelief as cum pulsed from the tip of Xlandria's tail, the first shot now dripping down her chin. Xlandria wrapped her hand around Gharni's and forced the Orc to pump as her orgasm slowly subsided.

Xlandria sighed as she came down from her orgasmic high. "You did really well, but you forgot to swallow," chided the succubus. "Swallowing is the most important part. It adds an extra layer of psychological pleasure for your lover."

"Umm ... sorry," apologized Gharni. "I didn't really expect that to happen."

"Don't worry. You'll do better next time."

"I'm sure she will," I said, stepping from my hiding place, my arms still filled with fire wood.

Gharni yanked her hand away and stammered while trying to come up with an innocent excuse as to why she had been falating the tail of a succubus and now had said demon's cum dripping down her chin. After a few seconds she became silent and simply covered her face with her hands. Azran couldn't be sure what she said with her hands muffling her mouth, but he was pretty sure it was, "Oh! I'll never be able to show my face in Orgrimmar again!"

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