Taker sank to the ground, exhausted. This last battle had been the worst so far. First there had been wave after waves of attacking sand fury trolls, both sword-wielding fiends and insidious spellcasters.
Then, when they had finally finished those off- which was a near enough thing- the prisoners his group had just freed suddenly turned on them for reasons Taker still didn't understand, and a second massive battle had begun.
To make things even more challenging, the party had lost its strongest and most experienced member only half-way through the mission, after a battle with a huge three headed monster.
That had left the four of them with a tough decision- give up the rest of the quest or try to go with just the four of them.
And they had decided to go on- but because of a curious set of circumstances, Taker found himself assuming the job of 'Tank'- the person in the role of being the center of the enemy's attention, absorbing most of their attacks while being constantly healed by other party members, while the remainder of the party dealt out lethal damage to their foes.
The problem with that was that Taker was a mage. And mages are not typically noted for either their toughness or their armor: because of the nature of their spells, they could only wear cloth or linen armor- hardly ideal for the role.
Still, they had done it- and had cleared the entire ruins of Zul-Farrak of the presence of trolls and other hostiles.
He watched as the night-elf druid called NightCandy brought the dwarven hunter Sinalot back from brink of the abyss. Meanwhile Backstabber, the gnome rogue- the only other male in the party- busied himself scooting around from corpse to corpse, gathering loot.
"Need some healing, stud?" NightCandy asked as she turned from the still-weak hunter.
Taker grinned. "Yeah, definitely." He had potions and substances that would allow him to get the same results, but the night-elf's healing magic had a distinct and definite erotic aspect to it, like nothing he had ever felt before.
Even in the middle of a circle of trolls shrieking for his blood, he had been aware of the sensation, and now he wanted to see how it felt when there was no imminent danger.
She smiled wickedly. "No problem. Lay back and enjoy." As her glowing hands sent the magic pouring into his body, he groaned with pleasure: this was definitely something unique in his experience.
He was quickly fully healed, and he bounced to his feet in one energetic motion. Sinalot was getting another dose now, and he watched in fascination as she writhed under the spell, her hands moving to clutch her breasts through the sturdy leather armor she wore.
"Damn." Taker muttered as he glanced at the night elf. Her face was lit with sexual hunger: whatever pleasure her magic passed on to the recipient, she seemed to get her share of pleasure out of the experience as well.
He walked up behind her and his hands came around to grasp her body, one trailing over her belly and the other grasping a firm, pointy tit. She snaked her head around and kissed him passionately, still casting her spell on the dwarf.
"Well, I'm done here; the loot's divided." The rogue said. "You guys really going to hang around?"
Taker glanced at him incredulously. "You're seriously talking about leaving? Now? It's just getting interesting."
The gnome scowled. "I stick to my own kind, thanks. You people have this thing about size... See ya around."
