A dull sigh escaped from Yacina as she stared down the road. The Gilnean coast was a hotly contested battleground for the Alliance and the Horde, but the combat had not yet reached the abandoned home near the lighthouse where she was stationed. Such boredom was worse than torture for the young kaldorei druid who yearned for action more than she could bear. Months of rigid training had made her confident and restless, the latter of which seemed to be getting worse with each passing second.
Like her night elf sisters, Yacina had lavender skin which melded better with the trees of Ashenvale than those of Gilneas. Her long hair was a brighter shade of the same color, combed smoothly and conditioned with products purchased from a Stormwind boutique. She wore a traditional leather outfit that wrapped tightly around her voluptuous body. It was highly immodest by human standards, revealing a generous portion of her thighs, midriff, and cleavage. A pair of thigh-high boots were an important component of the ensemble, the perfect complement to her long, lusty legs. In deference to the latest trends in fashion, she accessorized with a leather choker coiled snugly around her neck.
"I don't think I can stand this much longer," she complained. "What's so important about this lighthouse, anyway?"
"Aren't you elves supposed to be the patient ones?" replied a gruff voice next to her. It belonged to a Gilnean warrior named Reid who was much more stoic than one might expect for a human afflicted with the worgen curse. His wolfish appearance was menacing, but as a shapeshifter herself, she wasn't fazed by his presence.
"Just because I live longer than you doesn't mean I can't get bored," she explained as she turned to him and pouted. "That's just another common misconception about elves."
"There are plenty of misconceptions about worgen, too... some of them less than flattering."
"Like how you prefer doggy style?" she teased with a grin.
"No, that one's true," he stated matter-of-factly.
"Well, that just so happens to be my favorite position."
"Good to know... I suppose."
Yacina's eyes flickered to the road again, then back to her companion. After a few seconds of hesitation, she strolled over to the front door of the home and peaked inside. It was a cozy nest for a Gilnean family, surprisingly well-kept despite being vacant. The large, fluffy bed seemed awfully inviting. One of the things she appreciated the most about people in the Eastern Kingdoms was their dedication to comfort.
"Reid, I think we should take a break."
"What? We can't take a break. The Horde could attack at any moment."
"They have to take breaks too, don't they? Besides, you'll probably smell them before we can see them."
"Relying on just my nose probably isn't a great idea."
She leaned back against the doorframe, posing in such a way as to flaunt her figure. "Now you're just being stubborn," she argued. "Come inside before I drag you in here myself."
For a few moments, he stared at her suspiciously, but he eventually capitulated to her demand. Once he started to approach, she smiled and receded further into the home. By the time he reached the threshold, she was already beginning to undress upon the bed. When he looked inside, he was stunned by the sight of her magnificent breasts spilling out from her unstrapped bodice. "What are you doing?" he asked at last.
"What does it look like? I'm getting ready."
"Ready for what?"
"Oh, come on! Are you going to fuck me, or am I going to have to walk down that road and let the Horde do it instead?"
