"Listen, Honey, Stranglethorn Vale is no place for a sweet little night elf like you."
Elunara sighed. "Look, I'm on commission from the SI:7, here are my orders." She held up the paper. "All I'm really asking; is for you to get me to my drop off point."
"Aw, let her, Robert." Another man snorted.
Robert rubbed his neck. "We just don't have the man power to protect her." He put his hands on his hips.
"I don't need protecting." Elunara shook her head. "I have orders, and I intend to follow them to the letter. Either you let me on yours or I'll go on someone else's."
"Fine!" He yanked the sheet out of her hand and skimmed it. "But you stay in the center of the wagon and you stay quiet. I won't have your whining drawing attention to us."
Rolling her eyes, Elunara climbed into the back of the wagon.
A few days into their trip, one of the men leaned over to Robert. "Sir, I know... I know what you said, but... she's starting to freak me out, and I'm not the only one. She just sits there, never speaking, barely blinking. It's... weird."
Robert sighed. "I'll speak to her."
He made his way over to where she was sitting, quietly drawing on that sketchpad of hers. "Elunara?"
"Hm?" She didn't so much as flinch.
"I didn't mean for you to stop existing."
She blinked up at him. "Huh?"
"Well, it's just... when I told you to stay quiet..." He fiddled with his hat. "I didn't mean for you to shut down on us. You can... communicate."
"Oh." She shrugged. "I didn't want to be a bother."
"Well, I..." He blinked down at her sketchpad. "Is that what you've been doing this whole time?"
She went back at her sketchpad. "It's all I ever do." She shrugged. "My assignment is to chart the area with my work."
"I... I can see how important that is." He breathed. He sat down next to her. "Show me more."
She gave him a cat smile. "Oh, I'll show you plenty."
Sitting up front, she catalogued the scene as they worked their way through. When the cart broke an axle, she helped get it fixed. When one of the horses came up lame, she helped nurse it.
Robert leaned up against her. "We should keep you around." He wiggled his eyebrows.
Giggling, she pushed him away.
The other men noticed the exchange and rolled their eyes.
"Looks like Robert finally found his match." Said one.
"Five gold says he proposes by the end of our run." Said another.
When they stopped for the night, he made his bed next to hers. She rolled her eyes at the arm around her waist.
She awoke to rough hands yanking her up. The entire caravan was hauled away. As she looked around, she grinned, her targets had found her. Her months of studying the troll languages in Durotar was about to pay off.
"We found seven men and one woman." The trolls stopped in the center of a ruin.
The largest troll turned from his position at a giant slab. "A weak haul." He began to examine the prisoners. His attentions turned on the female night elf. He tugged at her ears. "Fascinating creature." He turned her face back and forth.
"LEAVE HER ALONE!"
He turned his attention to the men. "Hm." He sniffed. His attention went back to the night elf creature and gave her deep sniff. He laughed. "Do ya smell that, mon?"
The troll holding on to Elunara sniffed. He began to laugh. "That I do."
"Yes, she'll be perfect. Prep her!" He gestured. "Then, prep the men." He growled.
She was stripped naked, scrubbed down, and adorned with jewelry of bone and teeth. Around her waist, she was given a belt of tusks. They chained her face down to a slopped alter that put her ass in the air. The men from the caravan were forced to kneel in front of her alter. She sat up, her arms bound behind her.
"Elunara!" Robert tried to stand, tears in his eyes, but one of the trolls knocked him back down.
"Execute them."
At once, most of the men had their throats slit; their blood splatters stained one end of the altar. One of the trolls grabbed Robert by the hair. "Elunara..." He whimpered. She gave a small wince as his blood splashed her face.
"Curious..." The lead troll grabbed her face. "There is something there..." He began to laugh. "Or should I say... a lack of something there. Was he your lover?" He cocked his head to the side. "You understand me."
She began to sniffle.
"Oh, stop." He rolled his eyes. "You care less than I do." He shoved her face. "Since you understand me, mon, I'll do you the honor of telling you what I plan to do with you." He laughed. Shoving her head down against the altar, he shoved his finger into her slick hole. After a couple of pumps, he put the hand to his mouth and sucked her off of his finger. "You're delightfully wet. But I smelled that on you. You see, this is a very special altar. To empower it, we cover it in the various body fluids that can be produced. Blood is very powerful, but the female juices..." He shoved his dick into her. "Those are the most potent." He continued to hold her small body down as he worked in and out of her. "For every man that fucks you, we get more powerful. And we'll continue to fuck you until you become a broken shell and the magic begins to wane. Then we'll slit your throat and find a new hole."
The other trolls began to laugh.
The leader released himself, before moving around to the front, and yanking her up to his face. "Most don't last very long... but you..." He licked the side of her face. "You are already broken, but... not in that way." She shivered as the next troll shoved himself into her. "You enjoy it." He whispered. "I see it in your eyes. As hard as you are, I can see it in the back of your eyes... I wonder how many we can stuff into you before you stop enjoying it." He shoved her face against the altar. "Bind her down."
A pair came around and tied her wrists to the ground, immobilizing her to the altar.
"Fill her up and perform the ritual." He pat her on the head. "Perhaps you'll survive long enough to birth us an abomination and we can sacrifice it on the altar while you watch."
Her usual ruse gone, she decided to enjoy herself. All in all, it wasn't the most unpleasant of positions, and she briefly wondered if there was a way to make furniture at the same angle. It then occurred to her that she'd actually need a residence to put the thing. She itched for her sketchbook, but knew she was going to have to wait until the idiots fell asleep.
She was unsure as to what was more absurd, the reason they were currently filling her up with their goo, or the fact that some of the trolls were taking efforts to make sure she got some enjoyment out of it. She was already up to her tenth orgasm, and decided it would make a fascinating record to see how many she could eek out in a day. Damn, she wanted her sketchpad.
Night fell and the bonfires were lit. They began dancing around her, while one of the trolls shoved their fingers in and out, all over again. The altar was tilted, and she could feel the sticky liquid running out of her. The lead troll came up to her again and jerked her face up. He searched her eyes.
Grinning, he leaned forward. "Oh, yes, we'll keep you for a looong time."
"Are you going to fuck my mouth, or are you just limiting it to my pussy?" She asked, in his language.
