Dark Ranger Clea made her way towards the Undercity's throne room, the clicking of her heels echoing throughout the walls of the eerie capital. As her Dark Lady had predicted, the Tauren leader, Baine Bloodhoof, had indeed made the pilgrimage to Undercity. However the undead Elf's heels weren't the only noises echoing throughout the gloomy sewer-city.
Clea forced a reassuring smile and a nervous giggle as she glanced behind her at Baine and his troop of Tauren guards. Apparently the painful screams of a very unfortunate man was enough to pry their eyes off of the Dark Ranger's leather-cladden ass. Despite their large stature and no doubt veteran status, they looked worried and perhaps even scared. Clea genuinely chuckled as she turned her head forward again, this time putting on a show for the Tauren and sashaying her hips as she walked. It wasn't unusual for foreigners to be ignorantly scared of the Forsaken and the Undercity - though she had to admit, it wasn't all due to ignorance.
The party entered the throne room just in time to see Lady Sylvanas enter from a side room. Her bright red eyes immediately locked onto them, and she began to walk towards them, her hips swaying in a similar fashion as Clea's. It was difficult for the Tauren to see anything but her bright red eyes from their position due to the darkness, but it seemed as if she was adjusting her leggings and armor as she walked up to them. The Tauren were allowed a better look at their hostess as she sauntered into the light a few feet in front of them.
Her body was small, yet elevated by heels which all Dark Rangers seemed to wear. Despite being undead her skin was a delicious looking and unblemished blueberry-blue. She had retained the athletic form she had while living, her exposed stomach was toned, while her arms and legs clearly belonged to that of an experienced ranger. Yet the features the Tauren lingered most on were her childbearing hips, which, as they themselves mused, would unfortunately not be put to use, as well as her beasts which rivaled those of a healthy Tauren woman and were largely unobstructed from vision for those who desired a peek. Her figure was undeniably impressive, and the Tauren were sure that no race whether from Azeroth or Draenor would disagree.
The Dark Lady leaned to the right, left hand resting against her hip as she in turn quickly sized the bull men up. She was disappointed to find that they were all clad in heavy armor. Never-the-less, Sylvanas looked a particularly young bodyguard in the eye and winked at him, her tongue shooting out to lick her lips.
"Fine looking group of men you've got." She spoke loudly and with a smirk gracing her beautiful face. A face which many of said men wished to paint white.
"Only the best," Baine replied, quickly brushing off her comment. "I assume that you read my letter and know the nature of my visit." The Tauren leader shifted slightly.
"Yes,yes, to 'reaffirm the relationship between our peoples and reclassify certain agreements involving the protection of certain Tauren footholds and persons around Azeroth by my Dark Rangers.' I have been waiting to discuss things with you." Sylvanas smirked again before muttering something and turning around. The torch lights flicked on, allowing the Tauren to get a good look at her ass while she erotically strolled towards her throne.
"Come, let us bolster our relationship." She sat down on her throne and watched as Baine approached her. Clea was already leading his bodyguard's into another room.
Lady Sylvanas leaned forward in her throne. "I've done a lot of negotiating in the past couple of months. I hope you don't disappoint." A small grin began to form on her lips. "Show me what you have to offer."
It did not take long for Baine to strip himself of his armor and undergarments. The Dark Lady was greeted with a very large and delicious spotted Tauren cock which dangled merely a few inches from her hungry looking face.
"I hope it suits you, or at least fits in you," he rumbled.