A resounding ‘clop’ echoed throughout the decrepit, mossy chamber, ringing against the broken flagstones that had once been a polished marble floor. Dripping algae streamers hung from the ceiling and walls, water-logged and spreading a musty miasma into the room that choked the air with it’s cool humidity. Crumbling pillars held the sagging ceiling half-heartedly, threatening not immediate collapse but rather a gradual surrender to the soft soils beneath.

Once the ritual chamber of a kal’dorei temple, it was now the haunt of their twisted cousins, the Naga, drawn here by residual Highborne magics, or perhaps dim, painful memories of their former selves. Regardless of their purpose for being here, however, they inevitably brought misfortune and ruin in their wake. Jaslaena could not stand the slimy, conniving creatures, and any excuse was good enough to burn them in retributive fire.

The dark, obsidian-skinned draenei carried herself regally even in this derelict place, back straight, as her rear-jointed legs, powerful with rippling muscle carefully placed one wide hoof before the other. Long tresses of glowing white tinged with hints of lilac spilled from her head onto her back, eyeshadow and lipstick on full lips glinting in complimenting shades with a dim fluorescence in the dark.

Armored in magical plates that boasted a uniquely baroque style, they accented her feminine form perfectly, molded chestplate pressing her extremely ample breastflesh up into a bold pair of peaks that jutted proudly from her torso. Softly glowing with holy energy, sleek pauldrons and vambraces protected her arms, shoulders, and neck from harm, affixed with deceptively delicate leather straps and silvered clasps. Likewise, her athletic legs were armored with scalloped thigh-plates and sturdy greaves, underlaid with a distinctly feminine fishnet hose that accented her thick thighs.

But there was something more to her, that made the gaze linger for a second too long… between those powerful legs hung a massive piece of horsemeat, a veiny, nearly forearm thickness cock whose ridged, proudly flared head dangled past the paladin’s knees. Emerging from a dark, almost jet black sheath, it was accompanied by two equally sizeable testicles, each easily the size of a grapefruit. This appendage, too, was armored, in small interlocking plates up the outer length, culminating in a tiny little metal ringed thong, through which this gorgeous member had been thrust, and hugged the girl’s curves and rear in a most provocative fashion.

However, save for the occasional muffled hiss of sensitivity as that flared manhood grazed against her inner thighs and shins, Jaslaena’s attention was directed entirely elsewhere… Her great mace hefted over her shoulder, she sought the remaining Naga that she was sure still hid like cowards in the shadowy corners. Little did she know that she had long since killed the last pathetic creature in the corridor, it’s blood still trailing onto the floor behind her…
Jaslaena stumbled forward as a dark shape fell from above and wrapped itself around her with startling speed. She blinked in surprise, and a gasp wound itself from her mouth as a sharp blade glinted against the soft flesh of her throat. Her eyes snapped down to regard the fatal instrument, and in it she saw the source of those sinister words… a blood elf assassin!

For several long moments, her breath came out in ragged gasps, unsure of what to do, and it seemed unlikely that the cruel nature of the assassin’s kind would let her delay by simply not answering the question. Jas addressed the rogue with an accented voice that belied both fear and contempt.

“Yes… please. I vould like eet… eef you could jaast…” The warhammer head, still resting on her shoulder, suddenly lurched up into the delicate assailant’s face with a punishing force as the paladin’s arms flexed explosively.


“.... get AAF!” the draenei finished, whirling around to pry the disoriented elf off if she continued to try and hang on.



To be truthful, the elegant paladin hadn’t actually expected that to work. Still, it was wise to make the best of a windfall… only in the dim light of the cave, the flashbomb effectively blinded her, neck tentacles writhing in anguish as she swung blindly, disoriented and seeing only bright red and green afterimages everywhere.

Nonetheless, that brute of a warhammer was nothing to sneeze at as it cleaved the air, making ominous whooshing sounds as it spun first one way, then the other, glowing with holy power. Jaslaena hissed as her cock slapped against her thigh, both in frustration and a strange mix of brief pleasure and pain. She inwardly cursed the awkward appendage, amplified tenfold by the indignation she was feeling against this slippery opponent!

How long had she been watching, waiting to pounce? That alone made her fearful… her well-adjusted darkvision had not even been able to detect the woman. She seethed, but it was a hollow anger, one born of desperation and helplessness, not of resolve.







There… there she was, that accursed killer! Though small stars of red and blue still tinged her sight, Jaslaena could at least see the dark, lithe shape of her foe duck under the latest swing. It was too late to bring it back around, but her footing here at least was firm on this small area of level stone.

Instead, the paladin’s right leg pulled up and reared, chambering a brutal kick forward into the incoming rogue with a bony hoof. Incidentally, it also gave her a brief, if extremely clear look at the draenei’s massive testes, under which there was no female orifice to be seen…

Breasts heaving as her lungs pumped air into her expansive chest, Jas recovered the hammer swing, stepping back down onto the kicking hood with a defiant, wet stamp that echoed in the hall. Her glowing eyes still retained some of that initial uncertainty, but now she just wanted to inflict the same simple, yet debilitating defeat upon Tereza as the Naga before her, and leave before the whole place came crashing down on their heads.



For the first time in this abandoned, stinking ruin, a small smile crept onto Jaslaena’s face. It was a smile of relief, and of satisfaction at having turned the table on her foe, the satisfaction of a very visceral impact, the kind of fleeting euphoria that accompanies a mace strike into the cranium of an evildoer.

Her very body glowed with it, too… her aura grew stronger. Whereas before it had been the merest hint of light about her, now her armor cast a flickering, golden light around her. Confidence had returned to the holy warrior, and she stepped elegantly and forcefully forward, armor-clad legs framing the looming approach of the towering alien.

What did Jas feel? She felt hate, and anger welling up… indignation that this diminutive, underhanded ruffian had tried to take her life. Her body trembled with rage, tempered by a cold sense of divine purpose. But the blood elf’s supine position awoke another emotion in her too… a deep, inescapable /something/ that gnawed at her mind and body, flushing it with heat.

Her cockhead twitched, and Jas felt her scrotum tighten perceptibly. Goosebumps broke out on her arms under the armor. “Oh no…” she breathed, barely audibly. Blood began to rush to the massive member, the tip flaring even more, as it loomed over the winded elf. Hammer still held in limbo in Jas’s arms, she stood over the rogue, looking down with a mixture of disgust and hesitance that was difficult to read… but the stirrings of her loins were most certainly not.



The equine shaft sprung upward some, the formerly soft, flaccid flesh gorging itself with hot blood, slowly bringing itself to attention. Leather and metal groaned as it tightened around the swelling cock, seemingly about to burst as the horsecock lurched upward again, and again, hardening and lengthening, obscene veins pumping the draenei’s hot purplish lifeblood into it with ever increasing need. The dark sheath pulled back, exposing even more of an already impossibly long cock. From this distance, Jaslaena’s /musk/ poured over Tereza, the strangely stifling, yet pheromone-laced scent carrying the heavy air of arousal, washing over the prone elf in crashing waves.

A change came over the massive paladin’s face as well, the former uncertainty being replaced by a dangerous glint in those blue orbs. Her plump, glowing lips parted, and a low moan escaped from deep in her throat. Her neck tentacles slithered up, sensually prodding at her painted lips, pulling away sticky little strands of saliva as Jas panted with sudden need. Her tail, swaying behind her, wrapped around her testes and began to massage them, raw muscle undulating across those swollen organs with fervent immediacy.

Jas looked down again at the struggling elf, and planted a hoof firmly on Tereza’s lower chest, pushing her back down, not enough to crush, but enough to keep her pinned. A primal need flashed in those eyes, and the target was no longer in any doubt…



Jaslaena couldn’t take it any longer… her lust had overpowered any other feelings. Though internally her rational mind continued to protest, there was nothing the endowed paladin could do once the beast between her legs had awoken. It would not rest until it was sated.

Hammer forgotten with a clang upon the stone, her hands swept down and caressed her throbbing cock, running smooth, elegantly manicured hands along the bottom of the shaft, and another guttural moan punctuated the awed silence. Her fuckpole responded graciously, twitching excitedly at her caresses. A large bead of clear liquid peeked forth from the flared end, squeezed out by her overly eager member, dripping down and splashing right across Tereza’s face. Jas groaned, and fumbled with the straps of the tiny little thong that hugged her ass and cupped her massive cock. It seemed there was a clasp there specifically for this purpose, as the armor protecting her manmeat sprang free from it’s restraints, and Jas hurriedly grabbed the interlocked plates and tossed them away, hands returning to knead and massage herself as her head tilted back and she moaned now with increasing abandon, pre-cum dribbling liberally from her cockhead, splattering with wet regularity onto the elven rogue’s pretty little face.



Somewhere between pants of pleasure and exertion, Jas dimly realized in her lusty haze that there was a ready, if not yet entirely willing, vessel for her need. She paused reluctantly, and removed the hoof from the girl’s chest, only to reach down with a delicate hand that was far stronger than it looked, and hoist the rogue to her feet, pressed against the wall, with Jas’ equine cockhead rubbing against her abdomen insistently, smearing more pre across the skin-tight leather. If potent before, the /smell/ of Jas’ cock, the head pressed up against the frail rogue, was overpowering, choking… it was raw, unfiltered WANT.

“Suck eeet.” The draenei commanded, tail continuing to massage her balls lewdly below. She pressed the tip up against Reza’s lips, and insisted again, as her free left hand swept over to grab the poor girl by her oiled hair and force her head down onto the pulsing cock, which responded by spurting more precum right into the rogue’s face. “I knough yoo vant thees, slaat. Open waaide!”


Still some resistance in this defeated rag of a girl? The draenei’s eyes flashed with a violet spark, and a vicious knee drove up into Tereza’s gut, seeking an outcry of pain or even a sharp exhale… that she sought to immediately capitalize on by stuffing her cock straight into the girl’s waiting mouth amid a wet squelch of dribbling excitment…


What heavenly bliss! The warm embrace of the slender rogue’s mouth brought out a moan that turned into a low purr, the paladin’s hand massaging the girl’s throat as she slowly pressed in, pushing more of the throbbing prick into Reza’s mouth and down her throat. “Saak eeet…” she commanded again, almost lazily, heavy lashes batting at the struggling rogue with a sinister sensuality that sharply contrasted with the raw lewdness of the act Jaslaena was forcing the girl to commit…

Large globs of sticky fluid welled and spat weakly into Reza’s throat with every little thrust deeper inside, and this was just pre! How awesome in scope would the real thing be? Jas’ fingers stroked the rogue’s hair gently, grabbing hold every now and again to prevent her from rearing back off the engorged horse meat.

“Guuud geerrrrrllll…” Jas purred, licking her lips and panting with unmatched pleasure.



“Aaaahhh! Faaak…. yeesssss…” Glowing blue orbs fluttered closed and the draenei’s hips thrust forward, relaxing her hold enough to let the blood elf suck on the swollen cock unhindered. Her lips curled into a smile as she felt those slender hands brace against her heated thighs, the rippling sinews tensing with each complementary thrust into the girl’s mouth.
But Jaslaena wanted… no, needed more. Reza was only sucking the head and a small bit of the shaft… she wanted to bury her monstrous dong further, to use the blood elf as a sleeve for her throbbing meat without regard for the rogue’s pleasure or lack thereof. Insistently, she began to ram herself in after every withdrawal, the hard but still flexible horsecock pushing at, then into her throat, deeper and deeper…



Jas’ moans became grunts as she settled into a comfortable rythym, building herself up in the warm, tight embrace of the rogue’s mouth and throat. She saw vividly the visible bulge in the girl’s neck though, filled to capacity and more with her own meat, throbbing obscenely and quite visibly in those stretched confines, and it turned her on even more. Her thrusts became more crude and fast… until finally she shuddered and literally /pulled/ the girl onto her cock, grabbing her under the arms with both hands and heaving, cramming the seizing horsecock halfway down the poor girl’s esophagus.

Her ever-massaging tail suddenly tightened around those massive, heavy balls, squeezing tight as the first ripple of a great orgasm swept down that quivering meat and shot a literal geyser of cum so thick it was like a milkshake, but hot, steamy… directly into Reza’s stomach…

Jas’ meat pumped and pumped for a solid ten seconds, each pulse firing a half-pint of draenei spunk, that if Reza managed to get a taste (and she certainly would after her stomach ran out of space!) would taste oddly sweet, heady… intoxicating and lusty and reeking of desire.



With long, slow breaths, Jaslaena came down off her orgasmic high, each pant bringing her sizeable chest into prominence, as if straining to be free of it’s metal and leather confines. Her facial tendrils squirmed, and her hands wrapped around her exposed abdomen in an ever growing sense of shame as she looked down at what she had wrought upon the diminuitive blood elf.

Her proud horsemeat, now spent, and satisfied for the moment, slumped, it’s girth swinging back between her legs, pulling back into it’s dark sheath a ways, still trailing a gentle trickle of spunk across the floor and Jaslaena’s hoofs, pooling beneath her. She bit her lip, and in the afterglow of her release, the dangerous glint receded from her gaze and she was once again herself. Cheeks burning with embarrasment, the paladin awkwardly stooped to reclaim her warhammer and then her detached plating, and with a sidelong look at Reza that expressed both utter shame and fervent apology, hurried off out of the hall and back the way she had entered, leaving a thin, glistening trail of white in her wake.