It was spring, the perfect time to explore a land such as Eversong. The normal beauty of the region was only amplified by the fresh season. As flowers bloomed all over the place, their scent began to fill the air, and Navrin the Draenei smiled as he breathed it in. He was an adventurer, one of the few members of the Alliance not focused on combating the Horde. He wanted nothing to do with war, and he would have no part in it. He had seen plenty of bloodshed during his lifetime and he did not want to see any more. Often he ran into those who would try and kill him, but still he would not aim to kill. The towering Draenei tried to convey his peaceful nature through his attire, along with his personality, and as such he wore only a simple loincloth, no weapon, no armor, he only used what he needed. He survived using his shamanistic powers, and tried his best not to harm the land on which he traveled. He was the spitting image of a gentle giant, and had made many friends during his travels, though he had also made quite a few enemies from those who wished to seek out his death.
He had been to the land of the Sin'dorei - the Blood Elves - once before, and he had looked forward to returning. If he had his way he would live there, however with the conflict between the Alliance and the Horde the opportunity had not arisen. Despite his neutral, and often benevolent attitude, the Blood Elves still saw him as a threat, and as such he did his best to avoid them. At times however, he was forced to interact with members of the Horde, and this day was one of them.
As his large, hairy black hooves clopped through the green grass of Eversong and as his eyes scanned the land, admiring it's beauty, his ears picked up on an unsettling mixture of sounds coming from his right. Curious, and wary, he approached the noise as silently and stealthily as possible. The display might have been comical if not for the source of the loud noise. A small Blood Elf girl was busy fending off a lynx which made her look even tinier than she already was. She looked to be a Blood Knight, and an exhausted one at that. Her movements were sloppy as she tried to slash the large cat with her sword. It was obvious that with time she would lose, and Navrin couldn't let that happen. Picking up a nearby stick, he used his shamanistic abilities to set the stick on fire. He turned back towards the elf to find her on the ground and using her shield to defend herself from the cat's teeth. Rushing towards her, he swiped at the cat with his newly created torch until it began to back away, hissing angrily. He continued to do this until it finally gave up in search of easier pray, after which the shaman used his powers to extinguish the fire.
Turning towards the blonde Blood elf, his eyes widened as a blade came slashing towards him. He quickly dodged the sweeping strike of the elf girl's blade. Navrin was big, to put it simply. At eight feet tall and as muscular as a Tauren, he was not very agile, and as such he knew he could not dodge the paladin's attacks forever. Like the lynx, he didn't wish to seriously injure her, and when the tiny(albeit fast) Blood elf decided to ram him with her shield, he struck back with a shield of his own - One made of air. His attacker flew backwards through the air along with her weapon and sword, until she landed in a heap on the ground a few yards in front of him. Parts of her already damaged armor were falling off, and she was exhausted from all of the action. Seemingly too exhausted to even stand back up. Navrin clopped over to her and looked down at her curiously. The girl's armor was dented, chipped, rusted, and falling apart piece by piece with the slightest shift of movement. Even her padded undershirt was ripped in many places. He was curious as to why she attacked him, and judging by her condition he wondered if she was some sort of criminal on the run.
Lyria Blackshield fumed at her current situation. To be murdered in ones own homeland, much less by a blue spacegoat was ridiculous, and it hurt her pride.
"Kill me if you're going to kill me you tentacle-faced freak. No bother to drag this out you coward."
The Draenei frowned. Kill her? Why would he do that? "I have no desire to see you dead, if I did I would have let the lynx tear your throat out."
"You think I needed your help? I would have torn that beast apart if you hadn't shown up. I'm a Blood Knight, trained by the best and pure of body. I might look small but I'm at my physical peak. I didn't need your help you oversized blue berry." She snorted and looked up at the clouds, her muscles aching more than she would let on.
"Then I guess you don't need my help to get up," he asked, standing over her and offering her his hand.
"I told you I don't need your help you giant alien freak. You're lucky I don't just kill you right n-" The feisty Blood Elf stopped mid-sentence as she turned her head towards the hulking blue Draenei. The blue alien's height allowed her to see up his loincloth, and what she saw shocked her.
"W-what is that thing?"
"What?" Navrin followed the path of her eyes and realized what she was looking at. "Is there something wrong with it?" He pulled the loincloth to the side to inspect his member, wondering if maybe the lynx had clawed him without him somehow noticing.
"No, it's... it's amazing." Pulling herself up onto her hands and knees in front of the adventuring Draenei, she placed one tiny hand under his shaft and raised it up, admiring its size and even it's weight.
"Then why do you seem so surprised? Have you not seen one of these before?" Lyria smiled at his question. "I've seen plenty of these before, of just about every race in the Alliance and Horde, to, but this one is just so big. Are all Draenei men as big as you are?"
Navrin thought for a moment before replying, still somewhat shocked at her change in attitude. "I suppose so, I would say that I am about average but I have had no complaints before so I guess I am lucky."
The Blood Knight giggled as he said this. "Complaints? They should be thanking you." She continued to inspect his manhood, and was surprised when two tentacles arose from beneath the Draenie's orange-sized sac. They were each about the size of an average Blood Elf's cock, and they were purple instead of the normal blue of the Draenei race. When she reached to touch one they dodged her hand and instead began to caress and rub themselves against her face and lips. "Oh this is going to be fun," she thought.
"How about I reward you for saving my life? Afterall a hero deserves to be treated well." She leaned forward and pressed her pink lips against the bulbous head of his blue cock in what was meant to be a kiss.
