I may be considered a very... twisted person for the writing of this story, but... oh well.
*Setting is World of Warcraft, by the way*
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My name is Dalas. I grew up in a poor family in Southshore, and as soon as I was able, moved immediately to the great city of Stormwind to try and make a future for myself.
I had never been very good with arms, nor had I felt the calling of the wild or the light, so that only left me with one choice; magic.
The only question was, which kind would suit me better? The path of the Mage, who follows the "goodly" path of magic, or... the path of the warlock, controller of dark, ancient, powerful magic and demons?
The answer would come soon, as I later found out. One night while drinking an ale in one of Stormwind's many great (and not so great) taverns, a man, hooded, cloaked, and cowled, approached me and asked if I was interested in... deeper knowledge. He told me to go The Slaughtered Lamb that night. So, being an ever curious youngster, I did so.
No sooner had I sat down than the same man approached me and beckoned me to follow him. He led me down a hidden stairwell to the basement, where several people, similarly dressed as him, stood in a circle. "This is the Warlock's Guild," the man said. "We have been watching you, Dalas. You seem like you do... rather well by joining our ranks. Come, and be inducted. We shall teach you everything you need to know..."
And, that's what leads me here. Stranded. On Kalimdor. In the middle of the blasted Ashenvale forest, with nary a Night Elf in sight for help. You'd think, after many years of faithfully serving the Alliance, I'd get some leeway. Not so, as it turns out. If only those blasted furbolg hadn't ambushed me back on the road a ways, I wouldn't find myself in this forgotten glade in the middle of nowhere. All I can do is wait, it seems.
I hadn't been waiting very long, as it turns out, when suddenly, from high above me, I hear a high voice call out in rich Common, "What are you doing here, Human? Are you lost?" I looked up and saw three Kaldorei women kneeling quietly and calmly on the massive branch on one of the trees in the glade. 'Why, yes, I do believe that is what I am, my lady. Would you mind terribly helping me out of this... very nice place so that I might be on my way to Darnassus, as I have been tasked?"
The Night Elves looked at me quickly, then, as one, leapt deftly to the floor of the forest. The leader walked up to me, shook her mane of rich blue hair, and pressed a fist to the purple skin over her heart. "It would be an honor to assist one of the Alliance such as yourself. We are all in this together, are we not? I am Anazune, the one to the left is Tyragon, and the one to the right is Maladrin. Please, come with us. Night approaches, and it would be best to make camp early."
I learned quickly to match names to hair color. Anazune had blue hair, Tyragon had green, and Maladrin had silver. They all wore their hair long and unbraided. As we walked, I could not help but notice how their bodies moved. Sleek, lithe frames toned with muscle... firm, large breasts that swayed easily... firm, round buttocks that just begged to be touched.
Just as I was imagining doing things to them that would have made a treant blush, Anazune called a halt. "This is where we shall make camp for the night. Now, let us sit and converse and bit, and we shall learn a bit about your story, Human," she said softly.
The elves prepared a fire, and then our dinner, and as we ate, we talked. They told me of their mission to reconnoiter the furbolg of Northern Ashenvale. I told them of my mission to Darnassus, and of the package which I was carrying to the druids there.
They looked at me appreciatively for a moment, then began conversing quietly in Darnassian, which I have no amount of fluency in. As they talked, I began to think about how my luck had turned from being lost in the middle of a forest to traveling with three gorgeous Night Elves. Just as I was imagining what I would do to each one of them, Anazune cleared her throat.
She stood and walked over to me, standing above me. After a moment, she dropped to her knees in front of me and looked into my eyes. "Dalas, we have been many nights without companionship, and none of us have ever been with a human. Would you please do us the honors?" I nodded, ecstatic at yet another surge in my luck.
Anazune reached into my robes and removed my throbbing penis, already hard from my earlier fantasies. She must have had some skill in sex, because when she took me into her mouth, I nearly passed out at the skill of it. She bobbed her head up and down my shaft, flicking her tongue across the tip of it and around the sides on her way down.
After only a few minutes of her ministrations, I came into her mouth. She looked up at me and frowned. "So quick? I was hoping you might last longer. No matter, you will still be punished. Tyragon, Maladrin," she said to the women behind her. They stepped up till they were in front of me also, then they all undid the ties holding their leather skirts up.
What I expected to see and what I saw were drastically different. I had expected to see three of the most beautiful slits I had ever seen in my life, clean-shaven and slick with desire. Instead, what I found before my eyes were three massive, veiny, throbbing, purple penises, all about a foot or more long.
I stared at their penises for a moment, then up at the women. "We had our appearance magically altered. To all outward appearances, we are women, when we were once men. Physically, we are women. We simply... declined to have our reproductive organs changed. For that, we were exiled," said Maladrin. "Indeed. Now, it is true we have never been with a Human. You will be the first," Anazune grinned wickedly at me.
