"So, you're telling me these so-called wisps collect lumber for you guys and you just... build stuff that way?" asked Ashe, eyeing one of the floating balls of light orbiting around one of the colossal Ashenvale trees.
Shalendris gave a quick nod. "Yes, I suppose, in a slightly oversimplified way. This method avoids destroying our forests," the druidess explained. "It is a long process, however, and the Horde does not have the patience or desire to learn it."
Ashe reached across the small stream, giving Shalendris a hand in crossing.
"I hope the troll you captured gave us good info," Ashe said as the pair walked along the barely visible path, guided by the experienced Shalendris and her bird companion, Brightbeak. The bird, Ashe knew, would warn them of any oncoming danger.
Looking over her shoulder at the paladin, the Kaldorei chuckled. "Don't worry, I've made sure of it," the woman assured, referencing the interrogation she'd put her prisoner through.
The ashen-skinned Draenei shivered as she remembered the sounds that had come out of that room. Whatever the druidess had done to the poor troll had either been extremely unpleasant, extremely pleasant, or both.
When she'd gotten the information out of her prisoner, Shalendris had put the blue-skinned hunter to sleep, stripped him, and tied him to a tree near Splintertree Post to be found by the orcs there. The humiliation he would suffer at their hands would outclass any physical damage the Kaldorei could ever inflict upon him.
"How far is this... Ratchet?" Ashe asked Shalendris, eyeing the elf's tremendous ass, swaying exaggeratedly with every step. The Draenei's gigantic cock twitched in response to the sight, pushing against her inadequate codpiece. Was Shalendris teasing her on purpose?
Brightbeak hooted mockingly as he flew overhead.
Were it not for the fact that they were still near Horde territory, Ashe would have taken the druidess right then and there. Ever since the curse placed upon her balls had returned, the Lightforged Draenei had felt her lust, which was already sky-high, hit entirely new levels.
This curse, placed upon her by a goblin warlock during an especially heated battle, stopped her from achieving sexual release. The druidess had attempted to remove the curse, of course, but the removal process only suppressed it temporarily.
Now, the two were on their way to find the warlock in question, guided by what little information Ashe had of the goblin and what Shalendris had extracted from their troll prisoner.
"We're nearing the border of Ashenvale, from there, it'll be a few days to Ratchet," the night elf answered, stopping for a few moments to observe her surroundings. "There."
Ashe followed Shalendris's finger, the woman pointing to a small pass between two large trees. It took a while for the Lightforged woman's eyes to spot the path, so well had it been hidden.
"We use this to slip by unseen since the Horde controls the largest passes in the region and has eyes on the others. We rarely share this location, even with other Alliance members," Shalendris explained, guiding Ashe to the pass.
Even from behind, the paladin could see Shalendris's enormous rack. After Ashe's curse had been suppressed, Shalendris had helped drain Ashe's balls a few times. The night elf, it seemed, had the ability to absorb a good portion of the Draenei's cum in various ways, most of that abundant seed going right to her bust. The night elf had described it as a blessing, and Ashe could not find a term more apt for that ability.
And indeed, those lavender mountains had grown tremendously after their two encounters, leaving Shalendris nearly pinned to the ground. The woman, however, had the ability to use the magical essence stored in her tits in various ways, including to grow the flowers and vegetables of her garden. Ashe had never seen a garden as lush as the one behind Shalendris's home.
Neither had she seen an ass so lush, so appetizing.
Her cock gave another hungry twitch, the straps of her codpiece creaking under the pressure of that behemoth meatpole. The plated armor had been readjusted many times to accommodate Ashe's endowments, both her elephantine prick and her huge, bouncing tits, each ashen melon a little larger than her own horned head.
As they made their way through the tight pass, Ashe was briefly blinded by the bright light of the sun setting on the horizon over the golden plains of the Barrens. The change in scenery was rather sudden, Ashe thought, though the region did seem to deserve its name.
"I know a safe place we can use to set up camp," the druidess indicated, looking around briefly to make sure no enemies had spotted them. "Come, quickly."
Ashe didn't have to be told twice, her gaze fixated on the elf's fat, juicy rump, the curves of which were plainly visible beneath even the thick leathers of that druidic kilt.
Once they'd crossed into the golden plains of the Barrens, Ashe noted how the druidess's footsteps seemed to both revive the dead grass underfoot and sprout various small, colorful flowers around her.
The pair followed a path only Shalendris seemed to see, Brightbeak perched on the Kaldorei's shoulder. When they reached a small cave, the busty night elf made her way inside, soon followed by Ashe. The golden moon upon Shalendris's forehead illuminated the rocky walls of that shelter somewhat, though not enough to attract attention from anyone outside.
Once Ashe had entered the rather cramped space, Shalendris turned back around, lifting a hand to cast a quick spell. Soon, a multitude of brownish roots had sprouted from the ground, hiding the cave's entrance almost entirely. "There," she said, proudly. "Should stop any unwanted visitors."
