Ashe pressed her palm to the cool stone wall of the rocky passage, gritting her teeth.
The Lightforged paladin groaned in discomfort as she crossed into the lush elven forests of Ashenvale, her golden armor and tattoos shedding bright light all around in stark contrast to the purplish tones of the ancient wilds about her.
She did not groan for any grievous wound, but due to the effects of a heinous curse laid upon her by a devious Goblin wizard.
"Naaru... Guide me..." she hissed, tossing her head back for a moment to catch her breath, holding her hefty crystalline hammer over her shoulder. Imbued by the light, its glow was dimmed somewhat by the thick layer of blood caked upon it.
"Xi'narak kulinthar oborxen!" the awful little spellcaster had shouted at her.
Of course, as one of the Lightforged, she'd learned some demonic and managed to interpret part of the Goblin's curse.
Never again shall you know release.
What a shit curse, she thought, gripping her codpiece with a desperate huff. Indeed, it had been a week since that battle, and she had not known release since. She'd tried. By herself and with a handful of different women. She'd fucked herself and those women into a coma before she'd managed to cum at all.
Now her balls ached. Not only that, but they were swelling with pent-up need.
Did these naaru forsaken curses never end?!
She jumped from a small ledge, making her way to a small stream, looking for signs of a road she could follow. She'd been told that the one who could help her lived in these woods, but had not been given any directions other than those... This would definitely be annoying.
The Kaldorei woodlands were quiet. Other than the sound of a nearby stream and the rustling of leaves, there seemed to be no movement at all around her.
Frustrated and with no idea of where to go, the woman removed that enlarged codpiece of hers, tossing it aside. It had become too small for her growing endowments and was causing her more discomfort than anything else.
As her codpiece fell to the cobblestone path below with a loud clang, the Draenei's gigantic endowments bounced forth. Her balls, now melon-sized, wobbled briefly before settling, ripe with the promise of abundance. Her cock, easily longer than her arm and twice as thick, seemed perpetually half-erect, finger-thick veins riddling its marbled surface.
Giving her cock a few slow pumps, she winced as a few droplets of precum oozed from her huge, throbbing cockhead. Not only could she not find release, but seeking that release caused her non-negligible amounts of pain. She was used to pain, as she had been fighting demons for eons... but none of them had used these kinds of curses on her. Most were content with good ole' curses of agony.
Not the crafty warlocks of the Horde, it seemed. These warlocks enjoyed more advanced forms of torture.
A resigned sigh slipped forth from the huge woman's lips as she let the flap of her tabard fall back over her titanic prick like some inadequate loincloth, the thing barely even managing to cover half of her meat-mace.
Her hooves would clop against the hard stone path, brazenly walking about with her gigantic dick flopping about, slapping against her thighs with each footfall. Golden eyes scanning her surroundings, the Draenei hoped that she would either come across a friendly face to assist her in finding the healer she was seeking out... or a Horde face she could smash to bits to relieve her frustrations.
Taking a life was never something the paladin enjoyed but taking some lives could help safeguard others and as a warrior of the Light, Ashe would never hesitate to do so.
Suddenly, Ashe felt a sharp, needle-like pain at her neck. Then another. And another. Thinking she was being stung by some sort of insect, she swatted at her neck. Her hand did not, however, come back with splattered insect but with a feathered dart, greenish liquid still oozing from the needle.
"Taz'dingo!" shouted a voice from nearby bushes.
Spinning towards the assailant, Ashe readied her hammer, movements far more sluggish than she was used to.
"Your... Your poison... Does not..." the Draenei said, slurring her words as she seemed to have a hard time standing up. "Does not... affect me..." she finally managed to say, raising one hand to try and cast a cleansing spell to purge the toxins from her bloodstream. But at that moment, the light did not respond to her call.
"Bah! Ya be runnin' outta magic power, mon!" the Troll said holding his blowgun in one hand, creeping towards the paladin.
Falling to one knee, the woman soon found that her muscles were not responding anymore as the poison worked its way through her body.
"Don't ya be worryin', dis poison not gonna kill you," the tusked male derided, crouching next to the Draenei to look into her eyes. "Ye gonna be fetchin' a mighty high price in Ratchet," he added, cupping the woman's chin, and gazing down briefly at her overabundant cleavage, quite visible even with her plated armor.
"I'll... destroy you..." the Draenei said, her hammer slipping from her grip as her fingers became numb.
Amused, the Troll patted her on the cheek a few times. "Try all ya wan', cutie. Ain't gon' work! Now, just go te sleep."
The world was spinning about her as her vision became foggy and the ground she was standing on rose up to meet her face to the happy whistling of a Troll tune.
Her entire body was paralyzed and slowly, darkness crept at the edges of her vision while her kidnapper started pulling out a length of rope from his bag.
Before consciousness completely faded from her, however, the woman spotted roots creeping up from the ground, wrapping themselves rapidly around the limbs of the panicking captor. "Wh-wha?!" he shouted as another vine wrapped itself around his throat.
Ashe did not see what happened to the man as she fell into darkness.
- - - - -
The cling-clanging of tableware slowly woke her up -- along with a dull ache between her legs.
"Ugh..." Ashe groaned, holding a hand to her forehead as she sat up, looking around groggily. She did not recognize the wooden walls of the room she was in, but she was in a large bed, covered to her waist by a thick woolen blanket. If the colors of the forest outside the window were any indication, however, she was still in Ashenvale.
Lifting the covers, the Draenei looked down between her legs at her overgrown cock and balls, even larger now than they'd been before. "For fuck's sake..."
Reaching down with one hand, the woman gently squeezed one of those pumpkin-sized testicles, feeling some sort of odd, greasy texture on the taut skin. Giving her fingers a quick sniff, she was met with a pleasant smell, making her believe that this was some sort of herbal medicine, a paste of sorts, that had been applied to her swollen nutsack.
After a moment's consideration, the alabaster-skinned paladin blinked. She was fully nude. In a stranger's bed. The thought sent some excitement through her spine, and she shivered briefly, her enormous prick flexing with anticipation, feeling a solitary droplet of precum oozing from the tip of her behemoth she-cock.
The woman's ears perked up as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs on the other side of the door, the wood creaking slightly with every footfall.
Looking around briefly, she immediately spotted her hammer and armor in a corner. Whoever had brought her here did not care to have her unarmed, it seemed.
Unashamed of her nudity, Ashe did not bother covering her huge white breasts as the door at the other end of the room slowly creaked open, a purple-haired head peeking into the room.
"Ah! You're awake, at last," the woman said, pushing the door open with her hips as she walked in.
Ashe's breath caught in her throat as she recognized the woman walking in. "You?!"
It had only been months since their last encounter, but the elf's appearance was unmistakable. This was the night elf she'd rescued from a pirate camp a few months prior, the same who'd relieved her right then and there in the pirate camp of Tanaris.
She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, getting a better look at the woman. Her cock lurched at the sight. Held by two thin strips of Shal'dorei silk, running vertically across their surface, were two of the largest tits the Draenei had ever seen, dwarfing even her own considerable chest, with nipples plainly visible through the sheer fabric. If there was any indication that this was another woman entirely, it would have been that outfit, a far cry from the pirate-themed ensemble she'd worn in that camp and a far cry even from the more nature-oriented leather-wood-and-bone outfits she'd seen other druids wear.
