A chill ran up Shalendris's spine as she stepped off the Stormbreaker and onto the docks of Menethil Harbor, causing her tremendous chest to bounce about alluringly.
Menethil. The name alone reminded her of where this trip was taking her, to the frozen wastelands of Northrend to fight the dreaded Scourge, the undead army that threatened the whole of Azeroth.
This harbor was the Stormbreaker's last stop until they reached Valiance Keep and it was packed with dozens upon dozens of Alliance soldiers, ready to lay their lives on the line to protect the living. And though they had come here to gather more supplies for the trip, most of those who stepped off that destroyer headed straight to Deepwater Tavern. For many of these brave souls, this would be their last chance to have a good time among friends, for they would soon be facing the Lich King's forces.
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Hurried footsteps carried Shalendris to the inn that night, the pitter patter of bare feet the only sound accompanying the cheers coming from the Deepwater. The Night Elf had spent nearly all afternoon shopping around for various herbs and alchemical components.
So long had she spent in those nearly empty streets that she eventually got refused entry into the last shop she'd visited, the owner pointing to the night sky. "I'm sorry, lass, I have to get some damned shut-eye if I can open on time. Come back on the morrow and I'll sell ye anything ye want," the old dwarf had told her as he closed the door to his business.
Having nowhere else to go, and not wanting to spend the night in the sleeping quarters of the Stormbreaker, Shalendris started towards the inn where there seemed to be dozens upon dozens of folks celebrating that night.
The smell of alcohol and tobacco assailed the busty druidess's nostrils as she entered the establishment, along with the hungry gazes of well-nigh thirty sailors and soldiers who had not slept with a woman in weeks. Of course, there was the occasional footwoman or two onboard their vessel, but that handful of women could not hope to fully satisfy squads of men. And squads of men could not hope to fully satisfy Shalendris.
Though she'd often let herself fall prey to the soldiers' advances, the encounters never left her entirely satisfied, the men either lacking in stamina or not having equipment large enough for her tastes.
Shalendris was, after all, a legendary size queen, able to sniff out the meatiest pricks as a hound could a bone.
Her hunt for phallus would have to wait, she knew, for she had to find lodging for the night. She did not want to be bothered in her cabins and she did not wish to sleep outside, for she absolutely despised the nearby swamps. She'd nearly been killed multiple times as a fledgling druid running through the Wetlands on her way to Ironforge and she cared not to relive that experience anytime soon.
Finally reaching the counter at the back of the establishment, Shalendris bent over slightly at the waist to be better heard by the barkeep, an attractive human woman in her thirties. "ARE THERE ANY ROOMS LEFT?!" shouted the Kaldorei, her immense bust pressed against the counter and quite nearly bumping a few glasses off the edge.
"NONE AT ALL! THOUGH THERE ARE PLENTY WHO'D BE WILLING TO SHARE," replied the human, motioning down to the lavender-skinned elf's overabundant cleavage, mouth only a few inches from Shalendris's ear.
One of those people already had their gaze laser focused on Shalendris as they took another long gulp of mead.
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There was no such thing as a "women's restroom" in this town, Shalendris soon realized as she made her way towards the huge outhouse behind the tavern, crossing paths with two men on her way there.
Inside the dimly lit building, there were only three stalls against the back wall, a dwarven woman exiting from the one on the left, her gaze meeting the night elf's as they walked past each other.
As a druid, Shalendris had no qualms about doing her business outdoors, and she almost thought it might be a more interesting prospect than this. The stall she was in was filled with holes, with a huge one behind her that she could easily fit her head into. On the bright side, it did allow quite a bit of moonlight to shine through.
Shalendris had been sitting there for a while, pondering her next move. Was she really going to have to sleep in the ship again? With a resigned sigh, the Kaldorei began to stand up, letting her heavy leather skirts fall back down to her ankles.
It was then that she felt something bump into her from behind, right as her fingers started unlocking the stall's wooden door. Whatever bumped into her almost felt like someone had pushed with an open palm, nearly causing her to hit her face against the wooden door.
Frowning and thinking a horse or other beast had wandered into the outhouse, Shalendris turned around, ready to smack some sense into the offender in question.
But what stared back at her was no overly friendly horse or mischievous child. There was no doubt about it, she was staring at a massive, veiny purple horse cock that had been pushed through the head-sized hole in the back of the outhouse. Not only that, but there were a pair of equally enormous balls hanging by the root of that colossal equine mast, ripe and full.
It was, without a doubt, the biggest, most potent cock Shalendris had ever laid eyes upon. And even now, its growth had not stopped, for those mighty veins pumped endlessly along the shaft, so heavy that it drooped under its own enormous weight, smearing its thick, drooling precum against Shalendris's cleavage.
