Aerynel watched as yet another group traipsed off into the unknown gloom of a dark unexplored dungeon sure to be infested with overly aggressive guardians of some sort. "Well, fuck you guys too!", she yelled after them as she gathered her robes, hiking them up above her ankles to avoid the random pools of who-knows-what that she seemed destined to find every last one of. It had taken her weeks to gather the incredibly rare and difficult what's-it-calleds' and random blossoming flowers of once-in-a-decade. Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous that she should have her robes soiled on an adventure with such immature imbecility!
A scream, and clash of metal shook Aerynel from her malevolent reverie, '
That sounded like battle. What the hell were they doing engaging the enemy without me there? Don't they know I am the mediator between life and death for those morons?!',
she thought to herself. The song of battle played its sharp melody as she pulled the hem of her robes up above her waist, leaving her long slender blue legs exposed so she could run without impediment. Her tail swayed gently in perfect balance as she sped around the near-by corner. Her jaw dropped as the scene came into view; Aerynel was completely unprepared for what she saw.
Shae'lyn, the brave night elf Sentinel warrioress who had followed the other idiots off into the abyss was straddling a large Tauren in a purple and black Twilight's Hammer robe. Her slender arms were bound behind her back by some sort of black metal band as she was forced to ride the thickest
thing
she had ever seen. The silver metal thong bottom of her skimpy Sentinel uniform was lying discarded as her now unprotected pussy lips were stretched to an obscene proportion. The normally puffy and swollen lips of her sex were stretched to a taught thin ring around the monstrous cock. The Tauren's large black organ stood in stark contrast with the young night elf's deep pink flesh, her toned butt bouncing roughly up and down the swollen invader, coating it in glossy sheen of her pussy juice,
No! This is not turning me on. It's wrong, and she needs my help!
The pep talk did little good to stop the more than few twinge's wrong and nasty pleasure spiking through her pussy. Shae'lyn seemed to be struggling to rise completely off the massive cock; she just couldn't clear the head while she was stuck on her knees. Even if she were able, the Tauren's large hands wrapped around her waist would not have let her get that far. She saw his grip flex, pulling her friend back down on him, Shae'lyn's mouth emitting a large desperate cry, half unbridled wild pleasure, other half a wailing requiem for her stretched and abused pussy.
Aerynel took a few moments to scan the rest of wide chamber, taking in the dismembered and hideously brutalized remains of the other three of their group.
Is it bad that I think Shae'lyns...pre-dick-ament...is almost worth their loss?
She began to amuse herself with the thought of how rightfully painful their deaths seemed, only coming to as she heard a loud whistle break the rhythmic
*squelch*
and
*squish*
sounds set to the backdrop of Shae'lyn and the Tauren's loud guttural moans. How foolish she had been,
'Obviously the Tauren wouldn't be alone!'
. Aerynel did what she could for her impaled friend, casting a quick spell of healing and lubrication, causing Shae'lyn's pussy to instantly drench the large pole inside her, letting it slide with ease. The healing spell was obvious, as no elf, or drenai like herself, was going to take something that big without incurring some major stretching pains.
A Blood Elf pulled itself away from the not-so-romantically engaged couple and started making his way over to Aerynel. He wasn't alone as an Orc and Dwarf accompanied him, with a voidwalker in tow, belonging to which she did not know. The whistle went up again from the Blood Elf, and she finally caught the rhythm....they were whistling fancifully at her, and looking down at her...,
Oh Velen!
. She had forgotten to lower her robes when she rounded the corner. Aerynel had always had the comfort of a large and all-encompassing sober robe, and wasn't in the habit of wearing under-garments. She was now flashing her bare and crimson tinged blue pussy at the approaching Twilight's Hammer occultists. Her cheeks could not have turned a deeper crimson at that moment. Aerynel cursed her priorities as it had wasted precious seconds that were sure to be her doom.
She finally regrouped her self-awareness and tried to back away. Aerynel was turning to run when she felt the ridged tendrils of rooting incantation settling over her hooves at the same time her mind was nearly ripped from consciousness. She needed to cast..something...anything...and now! Another wave hit her, tearing apart her protective walls of concentration, destroying any ability for her to cast a spell as the three occultists were now merely steps away.
"No! Leave me alone! Please!.....please.." The last part coming out as a whisper as the voidwalker reached her first, its bulky magic based arms shredding her robes off her in mere blinks of an eye. She fell to her knees, her balance thrown off by the sheer force of the destruction of her robes while her hooves were bound to the ground.