The Sword of Dawn, one of the Alliance's greatest gunships, slowly came to a full stop over Stormwind's docks. Ropes were thrown down to anchor it to the ground and troops were slowly unloaded from the flying vessel, both by portal-creating mages and by dwarven gyrocopters.
Ashe stood at the edge of the gunship, looking down at the crowd that had gathered to welcome the soldiers back. The war was won. And while the Alliance had suffered many casualties in the long months of that conflict, the last few engagements had resulted in very little loss.
Months on the battlefield had left Ashe more than a little pent up. Typically, the Lightforged paladin would have been able to satisfy her needs between missions, as the hit-and-run tactics of the Army of the Light against the Burning Legion made it easier for her to find a woman or two to fuck aboard the Vindicaar. This time, however, she'd had the misfortune of being assigned to an all-male squad and privacy was rarely a consideration on the assignments they were sent on.
Her gigantic cock throbbed in anticipation and her balls churned. She needed to fuck. Now.
Jumping into the nearest portal down to the docks, Ashe quickly scanned her surroundings, spotting every woman there. While there were many potential candidates that she would probably enjoy stuffing full of draecock, her golden eyes locked onto one woman in particular.
The Kaldorei who'd taken care of her needs multiple times in the past, the one healer that always managed to get the job done. Shalendris, the Titty Druid. That hadn't been the title she'd given herself, but what she'd been named by all the soldiers who'd been under her care.
The Alliance army considered Shalendris a shit enough fighter that she had been assigned to Stormwind so as to not jeopardize any important missions elsewhere, but she remained a great asset and many were those who spoke highly of her healing capabilities.
Right now, Ashe needed a specific kind of healing as she approached the night elf, noticing how her typically gigantic tits were now smaller even than her head! The war had been difficult for everyone, and the healer's magic tits seemed to be emptied of their mana reserves. The Draenei had a solution in mind.
Without a word, Ashe leaned down, grabbing Shalendris by the hips and tossing her over-shoulder, keeping a hand firmly planted on the druidess's enormous, wobbling ass. There was one place the lavender-skinned whore had not lost any weight, Ashe thought, giving those prize-winning pumpkins an appreciative grope.
Shalendris immediately knew who had picked her up, carrying her off to some unknown destination. Though she'd not seen the paladin approach, her sensitive ears had picked up the minutiae of the sounds the Draenei made as she walked -- the clopping of hooves, the cling-clang of plated armor, and the lewd clapping of a cock far too large for it to be anyone else.
Well... Shalendris could think of other lovers she'd had that could fit that description, but none that had gone off on the Sword of Dawn.
"I deserve some payment for all the hard work I've put in for the Alliance, don't you think?" Ashe asked with a cocky grin on her lips as she hauled the night elf off towards the nearest dock where a single, tiny fishing boat had remained.
Though she could not see the destination, Shalendris knew very well that they were heading to where the Alliance's main warships were docked, surrounded by a handful of smaller vessels.
Curiosity finally getting the best of her, Shalendris spoke up. "Where are we heading off to?" she asked, attempting to look down and around Ashe to get a look at where she was being taken. Spotting the diminutive fishing boat, Shalendris raised an eyebrow. "Never took you for a fishing type."
Heaving the curvy elf onto the boat, Ashe unwrapped the rope that held it in place before hopping aboard as well, her immense weight causing the thing to nearly capsize.
When the Draenei sat down, Shalendris's eyes were immediately drawn to the colossal anaconda, its outline plain to see beneath a thin loincloth.
"Is this your idea of decency?" teased the Kaldorei with a teasing burst of laughter.
Ashe grabbed the two paddles on either side of the boat, shrugging. "I have grown considerably, it seems. Though from what I can tell, the opposite is true for you. Not much in the way of life essence for you to absorb?"
Shalendris shook her head. "Seems that dying men are not often in the mood to be donating much essence. And my healing spells are quite costly!" she explained, looking behind her as they started drifting out away from the docks.
"You still haven't told me where we're going," remarked the healer, turning back towards the rowing Draenei.
"Somewhere quieter."
"Ah? Is that so? Never took you for the romantic type," Shalendris playfully replied.
Ashe's cock throbbed beneath the inadequate loincloth. "We are not going on a picnic."
Shalendris felt her breath catch in her throat at the decisiveness with which those words were spoken, the sheer need in the Draenei's voice making the elf weak in the knees. "Hrm. I see."
It took them only a few minutes to reach their destination, the two of them still in the boat behind a large rock off the coast, jutting out from the depths.
"That... doesn't look like the more comfortable of places," the purple-haired woman declared, standing up to look at the wave-washed stone.
Ashe looked over Shalendris's form, noting how her breasts had shrunk down from goliath fuckpillows to hardly more than meager handfuls. Her hips and ass had remained as large and deliciously thick as she'd remembered, though, giving the elf an overall more youthful look. While her previous silhouette had given her an air of motherly fertility, she now had the look of a woman who'd spent much of her life keeping in shape, with muscular legs worthy of one who'd done much running.
"The rock is only there to hide us," explained the paladin. "I plan on fucking you in this here boat."
A smirk spread across the elf's lips. "What are you waiting for?"
