A request featuring Sylvanas Windrunner and Jaina Proudmoore from WoW with a gnoll. Contains anal and magic futa
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"Her presence is offensive."
High atop the frigid mountains of Alterac, three figures took refuge inside the remnants of a decrepit old castle that had long since fallen to ruin. They were kept warm within a room that had, at an earlier period in time, been lavish, and the pleasant heat of the hearth kept them safe from frostbite. Well, two of them anyways.
Jaina tightened her grip on her staff and eyed the tall, dark, and ghostly woman standing next to her. Her and Sylvanas had arrived here at the exact same time, and neither were very happy about seeing one another.
"Your presence is boring," Sylvanas replied, lazily adjusting a gauntlet.
"Excuse me? I'm--"
The oddly accented voice of their host interrupted them, and they both turned to look at him. "Ladies," he said, patting his hairy thighs with his paws in a strange gesture of appeasement. "No fight now. Or me leave."
Keeping a wary eye on Sylvanas, she saw the Banshee Queen's eye twitch in annoyance before a practiced, formal smile formed on her face. Not everyone took kindly to being ordered around. Especially by a gnoll.
"Of course, Wildtooth," Sylvanas said, crossing her arms under her impressive bust. "Let's discuss our partnership so you can get back to... whatever it is you do."
Wildtooth shook his head dramatically, causing his tongue to flail about. "My name
Grim
tooth, of Wildpaw tribe."
There was a brief but telling pause before she spoke again. "Right. Grimtooth."
Jaina nearly snorted laughter.
Beneath that diplomatic veneer of friendliness the Dark Lady was boiling. Both of them had traveled to the cold mountains of Alterac to recruit this furry simpleton and his tribe as mercenaries, but neither had been told they'd have competition. Whether or not the gnoll had planned this little threesome--or whether he had just fumbled his schedule--Sylvanas wasn't exactly sure, but both women had been hoping to secure an easy alliance with the warlord. Now, they'd actually have to work for it.
"As I mentioned in my letter," Jaina began. "The Alliance is willing to provide for half of all food provisions that your people require for the next three years. This is on top of luxury items such as runecloth, salt, furniture, flasks..."
"Flasks and grain! What a pittance." Sylvanas grinned arrogantly, flashing her sharp elven canines. "The Forsaken have no need for such things and can easily provide those in far greater bulk than the Alliance can." She gave Jaina a look that had her fuming. "And quicker. But this is only the bare minimum," she continued, pacing about the chamber and emoting with her hands. "We--I--am willing to gift you gold, vermeil, and even weapons."
Jaina opened her mouth to speak but Sylvanas held up a silencing hand. "
And
, as we are neighbors, I will arrange a line of trade between the Undercity and your... castle here."
"Trade? They don't produce anything to trade with!"
"Don't be so rude, Jaina. They gather herbs and skin hides do they not?"
"Not in any great amount, and they have no idea what that stuff is worth. You'll end up ripping them off."
"It's better than your offer."
"I wasn't finished making my offer!"
"You are now, little mage." Sylvanas turned to Grimtooth and set a hand on her hip. "Do we have an agreement?"
The gnoll leader scratched his chin with one of his clawed hands. "Me not sure. Both of you very appealing."
Sylvanas' eyes narrowed, but then she realized what he meant. Rather than appraising their offers with his insignificant brain, he was instead appraising their bodies with his eyes.
She smiled. This sort of negotiating was easy.
Turning around, she unclasped her cloak and set it upon the mantel of the fireplace, purposefully leaning in and arching her back so that Grimtooth got a good long look at the way her leather pants stretched and strained over her ass. Typically, barring a gust of wind, her bottom was hidden by her cloak. But out in the open? There was no ignoring the abundant hump Sylvanas carried behind her. Large and round, not many men could resist staring at it, and this gnoll was no exception.
When she returned to where she'd been standing next to Jaina, the archmage gave her a queer, suspicious look that almost made Sylvanas laugh. Jaina hadn't caught on yet, the naive little tramp.
"Now then," Jaina said, clearing her throat and running a hand over her robe as if to straighten out wrinkles that weren't there. "As I was saying, we are prepared to offer you both food and luxury goods, but alongside this we are willing to teach you forms of basic magic that might help your quality of... quality of life."
Grimtooth wasn't even paying attention to her.
She scowled at Sylvanas. "What are you doing?"
"Adjusting myself," Sylvanas said, arranging her corset so that her breasts were pushing out of it more than usual. The way she was leaning forward didn't go unnoticed by the archmage, nor, obviously, by the gnoll. "My breasts are rather large, you see, so..." She shook her head and smiled innocently. "But I guess you wouldn't understand."
"Mine are just as big as yours!"
Grimtooth made a cackling noise that sounded like a hyena, his tail wagging happily behind him. "Me prefer elf lady breasts." He pointed at her chest. "Look how they spill out of armor."
"Would you like to see them?" Sylvanas asked nicely.