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Diplomacy	By : Redfields Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 22431 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A few weeks after the Night Elves had returned home, Jaina’s Speaking Rock glowed. She reached for it.

“Greetings Jaina.” Tyrande said with a smile.

“Hello Tyrande.” Jaina answered cheerfully. “How are you this evening?”

“I’m quite well. And yourself?”

“Satisfied. I’ve managed to get quite a lot done this week.” The mage answered.

“Well, perhaps I can add even more to that. Would you be able to create a portal from where I am to your personal meadow?”

“Uh, sure. Just give me a few seconds to go there first.”

“Of course. And I look forward to seeing you again.”

Jaina called out to her outer office. “Kinndy, I’m going out for a while. Can you take care of anything that comes up?”

“Sure boss!” Came the cheerful reply.

With that, Jaina concentrated briefly, carefully creating the complex spell, and teleported herself to the meadow. There, she took a bit more time to create a portal, using the Speaking Rock’s location as a guide. She had a brief view of the nature amidst Nordrassil before Tyrande came through leading Thunder and a Dryad.

Jaina greeted Tyrande with a hug. “It’s nice to see you.”

“And you too. May I present Elise, newly appointed ambassador to Theramore.”

Jaina’s eyebrows rose. Normally ambassadors were known to both nations, heavily vetted so as to not cause any incidents on either side.

“Pleased to meet you, Elise.” Jaina recovered quickly.

“And you, Lady Proudmoore.”

“Please, just call me Jaina.”

Elise looked at Tyrande in confusion, but the priestess nodded. “Very well … Jaina.” The Dryad said.

“Another of Elise’s talents is that she’s a remarkable grovekeeper. I realize there’s not much need for an ambassador with the Speaking Rocks, but Elise will be tremendously beneficial to your little project here.”

“Is that so? Excellent. I think I’ve gone about as far as my time and ability can go.”

Elise looked around the grove approvingly. “Well, you’ve certainly done quite well, especially for one trained in the arcane arts instead of nature.”

Jaina smiled at the dryad. “Thank you.” But her face turned curious. “I’m wondering about your garb, though. I’m not sure I’ve seen dryad’s wear any before.” Indeed, the dryad was wearing a simple vest around her top and a simple gown around her equine half.

Elise’s face turned a shade darker, embarrassed, but it was Tyrande who spoke up. “Well, it has to do with Elise’s peculiarity.” The dryad looked at Tyrande plaintively, silently begging her not to continue, but the Night Elf went on. “I’m afraid that Night Elves are not as open minded as we should be. We thought our Sin’Dorei cousins to be close-minded and stuck up, yet we are no better to those different from ourselves.” She said, a bitter tone creeping into her voice.

Jaina’s eyebrows rose in surprise. She thought Tyrande would be proud of her people. It was nice to see that the Night Elves could be committed to the plight of their people yet also aware of their own flaws. Most people were not so wise, whichever race they called their own.

“Which brings me to Elise. A rarity of birth, she was born with a male lower half.”

Jaina’s jaw dropped open, but she swiftly closed it with a click. Elise looked almost humiliated, but determined to get through this explanation of Tyrande’s.

“Most dryad genitalia is covered with fur, and dryads are usually so asexual that it doesn’t matter anyhow. Unfortunately, Elise’s peculiarity meant hers could not be ignored, and she’s been in virtual exile ever since.” The priestess finished.

“I find that off on my own, there’s no one to cast disparaging remarks my way.” Elise explained quietly.

“Well, this place is shielded, so you shouldn’t have any problems with that.” Then Jaina looked a little pained. “But we humans have as much of a problem with prejudice as other races. It might be best if you stayed here for now.”

“Oh, that’s quite alright. I think I’ll enjoy being here.” Elise responded.

“However, I’m quite interested in your peculiarity. Do you actually have a penis?” Jaina asked.

Elise looked at Tyrande, who nodded. “Um, yes.” She said confused. Jaina was drawing close. She should back up, but couldn’t. Was it some kind of magic, or just her own will?

“I’d very much like to see it.” The mage said, quietly, mere inches away.

“I … I …” was about as far as Elise got before Jaina’s lips were on hers. She hadn’t noticed herself leaning over, or her arms wrapping around the human. She only knew that no one else had done this to her, and it felt amazing.

She felt a breeze and twin jolts of pleasure. She broke the kiss and looked down, realizing Jaina had parted her vest and was rubbing her nipples. Her eyes saw Tyrande’s naked body, but it was hard for her mind to attach any significance to it. It was quite hard to concentrate, or even focus on anything besides the beautiful woman in front of her.

She unwrapped her arms from around Jaina to shuck her vest entirely, and Jaina discarded her clothes in one smooth motion. Elise admired her body, lusting after it, barely even noticing that her own gown had come off. The source of her shame, her exile, was now on display, so hard it almost hurt.

Jaina dipped underneath her, and suddenly Elise’s cockhead was enveloped in the most wonderful feeling of her life. Never before had she even imagined such a thing would be possible for her. But here she was, a beautiful woman who didn’t overlook her quirk of birth, but revelled in it.

Jaina worked Elises cock deeper into her throat. It was smaller than Thunder’s; a little thinner and only about 14 inches long. Of course, that was still more than Jaina could take, but if Elise was here to stay, then maybe Jaina would be able to work up to it. That thought drove her wild, and she swallowed 11 inches down while her hands were busy with her own nethers.

“Oh Jaina!” was the only warning she got before Elise came, the stimulation too much for the virgin dryad. A torrent of cum shot straight into Jaina’s stomach as her throat milked the cock, clenching around it to drain it dry. Sure, it had come a little soon for Jaina’s liking, but she was determined to give Elise the best damn blowjob she could.

Elise’s whole body quivered as pleasure overwhelmed her, her balls unloading jet after jet of semen down Jaina’s gullet. Soon it was too much, her cock too sensitive for the woman’s continued oral ministrations, and she cantered backwards involuntarily. Her softening cock dripped some last drops of cum, and her legs collapsed, folding underneath her as she rested on the ground.

She looked at Jaina with tears in her eyes, joy at the bliss she’d just felt, and also embarrassment it had finished so soon. “I … sorry … whew.” Was about all she could say.

Jaina knelt to get on her level, stroking her cheek softly. “That’s alright, baby. That was beautiful.” And then they were kissing again, those wonderful lips on hers, the salty aftertaste of her own cum. She didn’t know how to thank Jaina for all of this, but she was determined to try. If only she had the energy for it.

Jaina broke the kiss. “Drink this. I’m not done with you yet.” She gave Elise a vial of glowing liquid and a saucy wink. The dryad drank it quickly, energy revitalizing her almost instantly. She sprang to her hooves, her cock rapidly hardening. She would’ve made a comment to Jaina about getting some more of that refreshment, but was distracted by Tyrande.

“What is she doing?” She exclaimed.

Tyrande had not been idle during all this time. After she’d pulled off Elise’s gown, she’d led Thunder over to the fence and sucked him deep, lubing him for what was to come. About the time that Elise was recovering, Tyrande was bent over, supporting herself on the fence with one hand and aiming Thunder’s massive cock with the other. Elise’s shocked question came in response to Thunder burying his entire length in her Night Elf ass.

“What I hope you’ll be doing to me.” Jaina answered. Tyrande was unable to speak for herself, lost in a world of pleasure she entered every time Thunder reamed her rear end hard and fast.

Jaina took Elise’s hand and led her over to the fence. The dryad’s head slowly turned as she walked, unable to look away from the depraved act that Tyrande was so thoroughly enjoying.

The thing that finally pulled her away was the feeling of hands on her cock. Jaina was underneath her now, but facing the same direction she was; mirroring the positions that Tyrande was taking underneath Thunder, one hand on the fence, one hand on Elise’s cock.

“Alright, baby. Press forward.” Jaina instructed. Elise obeyed, feeling the mage’s body envelop her cock, squeezing it tightly.

“Oh Jaina, your nethers feel so good!” Elise moaned as she sank in deeper.

“That’s actually – ung – my arse.” Jaina grunted, working backwards to take in more of the dryad’s cock.

“Is there – uhn – anything you – oh – won’t do?” Elise panted, then cried out in pleasure as she sank fully into Jaina’s bowels. The mage simply groaned, her intestines forcefully opened deeper than they’d ever gone. She felt so full, like Elise’s cock had gone through her entirely. There was some pain, certainly, but playing with her pussy alleviated that.

“Alright, now back up a bit and push in again.” Jaina again instructed, and Elise again obeyed. Moans and groans came from both of them, Jaina’s breasts swaying under her as Elise thrust into her with a bit more force. Once more, she pulled out and pushed in, building a rhythm that she easily got used to.

It was not as fast as Thunder’s pace. The horse was pounding Tyrande senseless, already past her first orgasm and well on her way to a second. Lewd moans came from the Night Elf, mixing with the wet sounds of her rear being violated and the repeating slap of Thunder’s balls against her pussy.

The sight and sounds lent an urgency to Elise, and she sped up her pace. Jaina was pushing back when she was pushing forwards, slamming onto her cock, matching the sounds (if not the pace) of Tyrande and Thunder. Despite having cum only moments before, Elise was almost ready to cum again. She could feel the same sensation start to build, and she gritted her teeth, determined to hold it off as long as possible.

Evidently Jaina was feeling the same way as well. “You … learn … quickly.” She managed to grunt between moans.

“I … had a … good … teacher.” Elise responded, slamming into her even faster.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Me too.” Elise held out as long as she could, but a few more powerful thrusts into Jaina’s derriere pushed both of them over the edge. Once again, Elise shot loads of cum deep into Jaina, this time into the mage’s guts as Jaina’s intestines clenched around her cock.

Next to them, Tyrande was going wild in her third orgasm, finally getting Thunder to cum and fill her own intestines. The horse continued thrusting even as it pumped semen into her stomach, the outline of his cock gradually fading from her belly as it distended from too much fluid. The Night Elf screamed in rapturous ecstasy, the pleasure overwhelming as it always was when Thunder stretched her so deep and wide.

Elise was beyond quivering. She was shaking as her orgasm raged through her from head to hooves, her cock continually spewing cum into Jaina’s spasming ass. The mage was barely able to support herself, her own pleasure crashing through her in waves that grew exponentially until she was screaming as well. Elise could just groan, choking out grunts as her orgasm continued and her balls eventually drained.

Jaina had never felt so stuffed as her orgasm faded to a pleasant bliss. Her stomach full of cum, her ass full of cock. She finally slipped off the dryad’s dick and collapsed onto the ground, slowly recovering. Elise cantered backwards before doing the same, unable to stand after such a tremendous orgasm. In a blissful state of recovery, they gazed over at the other pairing.

Thunder seemed to be fine, his soft cock still dribbling cum as he backed away to find a place to graze. Tyrande, on the other hand, was a mess. She was sprawled out on her stomach in a growing pool of cum, limbs splayed out at whatever angle they’d fallen at. Her butt hole was a crater, leaking cum and so wide it may never close properly again. Her eyes were open but vacant, still conscious but lost amidst the haze of anal delight she’d undertaken. Even if she’d never recover, her brain simply broken from Thunder’s epic anal invasion – well, what a way to go.
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