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In recent weeks, the night elves and their Alliance allies had mounted several successful raids against the Warsong Labor Camp, later attacking the Warsong Lumber Camp and nearly razing it to the ground. Several dozen orcs, trolls, and goblins were murdered before the Alliance forces were at last repelled, but what was most disturbing was a very large bomb that they had managed to smuggle into the Lumber Camp. Kero Wolfskin had grabbed hold of one of the panicking goblins who attempted to flee, and carrying him by the throat, put him against the bomb. With his axe looming over the goblin, Kero forced him to disarm the bomb, which he at last managed to do after several whimpers and protests that they should all just run like hell.

When the bomb was safely disarmed, and he had let the goblin run as far as it desired, Kero took his time with bomb, inspecting it. It was massive, about five feet wide by five feet tall, housed in a wooden crate. How the elves had managed to smuggle it into the camp was anyone guess, but they had appeared so suddenly, with such fury... It had been a violent battle. Kero himself had suffered any number of cuts and scrapes over his body. His chain armor had saved him a fatal wound, but one arrow had pierced through his chain and found its way into his side. It was a grazing shot, but it hurt, especially when a pair of small hands took hold of it, and yanked it out suddenly.

Kero gave a sudden roar of pain, almost falling to his knees, but braced himself on the bomb so he wouldn't collapse. The barbs that topped the arrows meant they hurt going in, but were absolutely agonizing going out. With a snarl he turned to face the blood elf who was now holding the arrow, looking it over passively. Kero growled at her, and setting his axe down, took a moment to cast a healing spell that would ease the pain of the wound in his side.

"You're lucky this isn't poisoned," the elf said. "I suppose the night elves still cling to some delusion of honor."

Jubilace "Jubi" Redstar had been sent to Warsong to offer some insight about the night elf tactics, as well as ways to better combat the Alliance's growing number of arcane users. Despite that, the predominantly orc population was not happy about having an elf (a blood elf, but an elf nonetheless) so close. But she and Kero had a history together, which meant she frequently stayed close to him, knowing that his commanding presence would keep the other orcs at bay.

"That isn't a night elf bomb," Jubi said.

"No. I think its dwarven technology. I've seen similar devices in the Valley. We've always had to evacuate when we found one. I never thought I would hail the Warchief for allowing the goblins into the Horde."

Jubi looked about. The orcs that weren't dead were beginning to rally, eager for blood. The troll priests and shamans were doing their best to tend to the wounded, but there were so many. And the goblins, as goblins tended to do, were hissing and screaming as if the battle was still going on. As far as the dead... dozens of orcs and trolls, all slain quickly when the night elves and humans stepped out of the shadows in one unified swarm. Not many had died alone though, as the orcs and trolls that were not instantly slain turned and slaughtered their attackers. After the rogues all stepped forward from the shadows, the warriors and archers who were waiting just outside the camp's walls attacked en masse. It had been a brutal skirmish, dozens dead on both sides.

"There's no way the elves crafted this bomb in one of their strongholds," Kero finally said. "I doubt even the dwarves could do it in the middle of a forest. They would need a forge, they would need a workshop, and access to any number of chemicals and wires on hand. They smuggled it in somehow, fully built, or at least in large pieces. They have some secret route that we don't know about. Do you know of any old smugger routes?"

Jubi nodded softly.

Kero squatted to retrieve his axe from the ground. Standing back up, and with a mighty voice, he shouted, "Horde, decapitates every corpse, smash every skull, rip out every heart. Gather the corpses and bring them to the center of the camp, and burn them. Put the skulls on pikes and let them surround the base, to show the Alliance what happens when they spill our blood/" He turned stiffly, and then headed for his quarters, Jubi rushing to catch up with him.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"The elves must be using smuggler routes to bring in supplies. We're going to stop that."

XXX

For the next three days, Kero and Jubi traveled through the forest. A massive kodo served as their mount, and at the back of it, a cart was pulled along, filled with explosive supplies. It would seem that dwarves were not the only ones who could build a bomb.

Kero did most of the heavy lifting and manual labor, though considering their difference in size, it was only logical. Not to mention, he knew how to set up bombs. After Jubi pointed out one of the old pathways that smugglers had used just after the Third War, Kero would set about digging a large trench. When the trench was large enough, he would set several explosives, before packing a layer of earth down gently and they would resume their work.

"Why is it that when the night elves use explosives, their fools, but when you use them, you're a tactician?" Jubi asked with a wiry smile. It had been a question she had been dying to ask, and this was the last pathway that she knew of.

"Because when I set explosives, they go off. These are set off with a pressure pad. When enough weight... about three hundred pounds, is put down upon it, it will explode. Granted, the ground will soak up a lot of the blast, but it will teach the elves a nice lesson about fucking with us."

Jubi nodded. Then she took the daggers off her belt and turned to face the south. "Kero," she said softly. "We should leave."

Kero snorted, but continued lifting large shovels of soil and gently casting them down into the pit, slowly but surely burying the explosives.

"Kero... I can hear them coming... Hoof beats... two horses and... Kero, please come." Kero looked up, and then began to gently pat down the earth with the flat of the shovel. "Kero," Jubi hissed. Hoisting his axe and carrying his shovel in the other hand, the orc quickly rushed into the heavier underbrush. Jubi followed, sliding behind him and lowering down to the ground. Despite the noon sun, the heavy trees darkened the ground enough that she was comfortable in the shadows. Still, if it were up to her, she would flee. Two horses, at least, and most likely four Alliance soldiers, the numbers were against them. But she knew Kero was stubborn and stupid in these matters, so instead of bothering to argue, she began to move through the shadows, trying to reach a better vantage point, while Kero remained and began to silently gather the spirit's energy. She headed the way the Alliance was coming, hoping to get behind them before they set off the explosives.

Minutes passed.

At last, the Alliance appeared, moving through the heavy brush and pushing aside low hanging branches with delicacy and care. There were... six of them, in total. Two horses, dragging a carriage behind them, no doubt filled with explosives and raw materials to make more bombs. Riding on the carriage was a gnome and a human woman, and walking beside or behind the carriage were humans brandishing blunderbusses. Jubi slipped into the, and moving at a low crouch, hurried to reach the last human's blindside. He was lingering and dawdling, only a few steps back but enough for Jubi as she moved closer and closer, her footsteps not making a noise, her light steps not even breaking the twigs that were under her cloth shoes.

She held both daggers at the ready, though adjusted the dagger carried in her main hand, now brandishing it in an underhand style. She took a gentle breath, holding it in her lungs, before suddenly leaping forward and onto the human's back. The instinctual grunt he made was smothered as she wrapped her arm around his neck to choke him tight. Holding tight to him, she swung her dagger down and drove the sharpened point deep into his chest, the smooth, long center shaft piercing through his chain armor. She held the blade in him, having penetrated his heart, but to be safe she drove her second dagger into his chest as well. He fell to his knees with a muffled noise, and she took a step down, and then very gently placed him onto the ground. A twig snapped under his girth and his chain rattled slightly, but the other Alliance did not seem to notice, and she pulled both daggers out, whipped the blood off them with a flick of the wrist, and then resumed stalking.

It was at this time that the lead human stepped onto the area that Kero had prepared. Kero held his breath, worried, but the weight was not sufficient, and the human simply continued on his way. The orc gave a sigh of relief as the horses that drew the carriage placed a hoof down upon the area of lightly packed earth. More observant warriors would have noticed something was out of place, but no one ever said humans were bright... and Kero found a rare smile crossing his grim face as the explosion of orange erupted into the night.

The horses took the brunt of the explosion, mangled bits of them raining into the trees. The woman was thrown off somewhere, and the gnome was knocked to the ground in the distances. With a roar, Kero burst from the overgrowth and lifted his hand, releasing a blast of earth magic into the lead human, who was on his knees, trying to make sense of what had just happened. The Earthshock stunned him for several more precious seconds, and in that time Kero had swung underhand, his axe cutting deftly through the human's neck in one fell swoop.

The human woman who had been riding in the carriage recovered slowly. She was bleeding from a wound in her side, and held a dainty hand to her abdomen. But there was no time for that. Retrieving her staff from the ground, she braced herself with it and stood, and began to recite the words to a spell. Kero was occupied with one of the men who had recovered. This man had used up his blunderbuss' shot, and instead of reloading had pulled a hefty sword from his belt. The sword of the human and the axe of the orc clanged as they both swung, and both quickly backed away as a painful vibration ran up their arm. Kero was bracing himself to swing again, when a fireball struck him in the back, and he fell to the ground.

The enchantment of his armor spared him incineration, but by the ancestors did it hurt. He fell to his hands and knees, just as the human with a sword was approaching. Kero swung his axe, parrying an overhead swing from the sword, but he was vulnerable to the boot that smashed into his jaw and knocked him down.

The human was just preparing to finish Kero off, when he heard the mage give a scream. Jubi had embedded one of her daggers into her back, just beneath the shoulder blades. The woman screamed and cursed, stumbling over the words to another spell. She turned, and attempted to release the fireball she was conjuring at Jubi, but Jubi spun and kicked the mage across the jaw to interrupt her words. Jubi took the chance to jam her second dagger into the woman's belly, pulling it in and out.

Kero lifted his hand, and released a blast of earth magic that knocked the human back. He stumbled to his feet, grabbing his axe and swinging overhead, driving it deep into the human's chest. Another of the men charged at Kero, but Kero knocked him away with a stiff punch. Leaving his axe in the now dead human's chest, Kero wrapped his large hands around the third human's throat. He began to press and squeeze, pushing forward with his thumbs against the human's windpipe, and slowly strangling him, throttling the throat.

Jubi pulled her daggers from the mage's corpse, and cleaned them of blood. "Is that all of them?" she asked. She returned the daggers to her belt.

With a sudden burst of speed, Kero had charged at Jubi. Some part of her thought of grabbing the three pronged dagger from her belt and stabbing the charging brute, but she didn't. She felt his thick, powerful arms take hold of her, and then roughly throw her to the side. She skidded along the ground several moments, before stabbing one of her daggers into the ground to stop herself. From the ground, she watched as Kero charged at a gnome, who must have just recovered consciousness. Now he was standing and holding an odd looking gun, and before Kero was close enough to trample him, the gnome fired, and white lightning shot from the gun, knocking Kero onto his back.

Jubi pulled the second dagger from her belt, throwing it into the air to get a better grip, and then threw it with all her might. The sharpened, smooth central prong cut into the gnome's throat, just beneath the jaw line. The body crumpled to the ground suddenly, and then lay still. She was at Kero's side in a moment, helping him to sit up, and then brushing over his armored chest and his face and throat and hands, searching for a burn or entrance wound. But there was nothing. "Kero, are you alright?"

Kero clenched his eyes a moment, and then lifted himself back to his feet. "Yes, I'm alright Jubi."

"Good." She swung a clenched fist at Kero's jaw, attempting to punch him, but only succeeding in... by the Light, it felt like she broke her hand. She flexed the fingers again and again, and glared at the orc. "I can handle myself, green skin. And, for next time, a simple, 'he's got a gun,' will suffice."

Kero snorted loudly. "What did the gnome hit me with?"

The blood elf quickly walked over to the corpse. She first retrieved her dagger, cleaned it of sticky blood and then set it on her belt. Only then did she pry the gnomes small fingers open and pick up the odd looking hand gun.

"Some sort of arcane shooter?" Kero asked.

"No, this is not magical in nature. It must be one of the midget's inventions."

Kero snorted. "Their bombs are disarmed, their guns don't shoot. They would do better with blow guns and rocks." He placed his boot on the human's shoulder, and took his axe close to the blade. The human spat blood and stared up at him, lifting his feeble hands to ward the orc away. Kero simply yanked the axe back, and the human went still. Jubi managed to fit the odd gun in a pouch on her belt, saving it for later. "We should head back. Do you think we can reach the Lumber Camp?"

"The sun will set soon, and with it the elves will become more active. We can return to the Lumber Camp tomorrow at sun up."

Jubi sighed. "And I was really looking forward to a hot meal."

Throughout the Ashenvale forest, the Horde had set up small, almost unnoticeable settlements. Built into caves, the trunk of dead trees, or even literally underground, the night elves did not notice them. Kero and Jubi had been calling it home for the past week, as they booby trapped each hidden route. They rode the kodo back to their base, which was little more than a large shack. A glamour enchantment would prevent any save Jubi or Kero to see anything other than that, even stretching as far as to hide the kodo from prying eyes. Jubi walked inside, eager to strip out of her armor, and draw a bath for her to enjoy. After feeding the kodo, Kero headed inside as well, pulling out of his armor.

He wouldn't admit it to Jubi, but the shot from the gnome's gun; it had made him feel rather... odd. Weak, to the point he had almost buckled under the weight of his armor more times than not, but he would not let Jubi see him like that. But now she was gone, and it felt good to have removed the heavy, stifling chain and set it down on a mannequin. He removed his shirt next, even it feeling wrong on his skin, and he assumed he might be running a fever with how his mind was spinning. He had to lay down, and he did so, sitting down on the bed and closing his eyes.

Jubi took her time in the bath, wanting to relax. It had been a strenuous week, to be sure. Of course she had dealt with worse in her long life, but after such a week, it was nice to just lay back and relax, which she was able to do after she pushed the thought that she was bathing in a giant cauldron out of her mind. Indeed, such an outpost as this lacked running water, so the bath was simply a very large container made of stone and metal. A fire burned beneath the cauldron, heating the water, and allowing Jubi to bathe.

After a long, relaxing bath, she finished by washing her skin with several herbs and cleaning out her hair. She dried herself, and stepped out of the area that served as the bathing chamber, a towel wrapped around her. Oddly enough, she did not see Kero. She assumed he was out hunting, although she felt a pang of worry at that. The sun had set while she was in the washing; she could see the darkness bleeding in through what few windows were on the wall. Kero, as most orcs were, was boisterous and stupid. He refused to accept that an elf, any elf, could best him in single combat. She wouldn't be surprised if he was out now, with his axe, felling tree after tree with the single desire to incur the wrath of a night elf soldier. She sighed, and sat down, feeling the worry settle in the pit of her stomach. She suddenly felt something squirming under her rump.

She jumped up instantly and turned around, expecting to see a bug or small animal that had somehow managed to get into the room, but instead she saw something an odd shade of green. Puzzled, she leaned down a little closer, squinting her glowing eyes to try to spot it, when suddenly she recoiled. "Kero?" she asked in a low voice.

Kero was staring up at her, his usual confidence and stern glares gone along with the about six feet in height. "What did you do?!" he roared, his voice still surprisingly powerful and booming.

"I didn't do anything!" Jubi shouted back, looming forward. But she quickly regained her composure, and said calmly, "The gun the gnome shot you with, it must have been a Shrink Ray. I've heard of them before, but never known them to be employed in the field. They're supposed to be extremely unreliable."

"They seem to work!" Kero roared.

A dainty finger moved forward, and gently brushed down Kero's bare chest. "It'll wear off soon, I promise. The Light knows the gnomes never build anything of substance. I'm sure by sunrise you'll be back to normal. So just relax now."

"I'm the size of an ogre's brain!"

A slender finger pressed down upon him suddenly, knocking Kero onto his back and pinning him down. "Stop raising your voice," she said, and then eased a finger over his chest to stroke him. "There, see? Just relax. You wouldn't have been going out tonight anyway. We already set up all the traps. We would need to go back to the Lumber Camp for more explosives anyway, if you wanted to set any more. So you're going to just relax for the night, alright? You're going to stay here with me."

Kero managed to push her finger aside, and sit up, glaring up at her, but her smile was warm and kind and he felt somewhat better with it present. He sighed, and looked about, mostly to pass a few minutes without having to say anything.

Jubi was still staring when he looked back to her. Her head bobbed side to side as she stared down at the little green skin, until he finally asked, "What?"

She smiled, and giggled to herself. "I've just never seen an orc naked, before. I mean, you guys run around without shirts on all the time, but you always wear pants."

Kero sighed, not really sure if he should feel embarrassed or angry or just pissed. "I was nervous when I first met you," Jubi said, reaching a finger down to stroke his chest softly, moving from his collar bone to his hips, and then curving her nail down carefully to flop the miniscule organ or his penis. He growled, backing away. "I was afraid you were going to eat me. But you never would. You never even showed any interest in me aside from when you ordered me to kill someone, or when you got shot and needed me to bandage your wound. Do you not like elves?"

Kero just stared at her.

Jubi carefully sat down on the bed, keeping her towel pulled tight around her torso. She lifted her legs and sat cross-legged, and before Kero could protest she had scooped him into her hand, having him lay back in her palm, a thumb across his hips to keep him from escaping. "I can admit, I don't like orcs. Large and boisterous, and from what some of my friends say, very selfish lovers. But... I do like you. Do you like me?"

Kero stared up at the elf, her face looming, and her lip bit. He could lie of course. There would be no harm in that, and it would probably alleviate a lot of problems in the future. But orcs did not enjoy lying, and settled for the truth. "Yes."

She carefully stroked him with her free finger, running her nail over his chest again and again, sometimes moving her thumb out of the way so she could rub against his little penis. He enjoyed it. She could see the green peeking out of the black pubic hair that covered his groin. She took hold of him in her hand and held him out at arm's length, before tugging at her towel and allowing it to fall down, revealing her soft, smooth skin; her cute breasts, her tight navel and lower lips, the blonde pubic hair groomed with as much care as one might expect from an elf. She sat cross legged again, and stared at him carefully, before smiling. She reclined slowly, propping herself up slightly on a large pillow, and set Kero carefully down on her tight abs. Her grip changed, and now against his back, she pressed him forward until he was right up against her left breast. "Well then... show me how much you like me."

She was warm, surprisingly so, and although Jubi had a small chest, Kero was small enough that he could hug and squeeze against her boob with his full body. He was surprised at how pleasant it was for him. Her breast was warm and pleasantly squishy, and using his substantial strength and her pressure at his back, he almost sank into the mound of flesh. Several giggles vibrated through the blood elf, as the little green skin began to grind and wiggle against her, pressing himself and nuzzling the soft, clean smelling skin.

She felt a small point of heat poking every few moments, when he shifted and humped into her flesh, which made Jubi giggle all the louder. Her breasts were surprisingly sensitive to the orc's warmth and gripping and squeezing fingers, the full weight of his body against her and pressing into her. She hummed gently to herself, using her other hand to massage and squeeze her other breast, laughing several times when she found herself tickled.

And then she felt a little nip, almost unnoticeable but present on her breast, as Kero began to nibble and bite the plump mound of flesh as if he were hungry. Over enthusiastic elf boys had tried biting as a show of affection, something kinky they always said. It had never really interested Jubi, and she feigned interest at best. But something about the little fangs and tusks, nibbling and biting very gently... or perhaps Kero was biting with all his jaw's strength, but his miniscule size kept from breaking the skin. Either way, she found herself humming in pleasure as the teeth bit over her boob, and tried to mimic the feel of tiny teeth on her other breast with soft pinches of her fingers.

When the biting stopped, she frowned, and looked down her chest as the little green skin, who was staring up at her. He had climbed up her tit carefully, and was resting with his upper half upon the plump mound, his belly pressing against her erect tit in a pleasant sort of way. She reached down for him slowly, gathering him up and bringing him to her face. Her smile was warm and sweet, and a moment later, she had gently kissed his chest with her gentle lips. He chuckled softly at the feel of the lips against his bare chest, and his breath caught in his throat when her tongue brushed up his bare form, starting at his ankles and up to his face. His penis was pressed up, and the warm tongue dragged against it slowly, before it was finally allowed to flop back down.

Oh, that felt amazing. He had thought about Jubi on more than one occasion, on more than one lazy nights when bored and horny, but had never dreamed about actually doing anything with her. Now he could hug her lips and squeeze into her, as her bumpy tongue ran up his front again, allowing his penis to bob up and down.

The taste of orc was strange on Jubi's tongue. Completely alien, of course she had never sampled anything even remotely like it. He tasted of leather, or at least how she imagined leather would taste. Beyond that; a taste of rich earthiness, perhaps a flavorful hint of Kero's skills in shamanism. And last, the subtleness of musk, which regardless of species was undeniable. She wondered if he had the same intoxication when he tasted her breasts, what did they taste like on his alien tongue? Honestly, she almost wanted to crane her neck down to lick herself, but not now. Now she just giggled as she heard Kero whimper and whine, the tongue feeling oh so good against his chest.

She gathered Kero into both hands, and looked down at him, slowly scooting over the bed until she was sitting and leaning forward, staring down at the panting orc. She smiled, and stroked him again, noting how soaked in saliva he was, not that he seemed to mind. He played with her finger, fought against it and tried to push it away, and the way he fought and kicked, she began to think about other ideas, something that they would probably both enjoy.

"You orcs like to do it from behind, right?" she asked with a smile, before taking hold of Kero in one hand and rolled slightly onto her side, resting on one of her buttocks. She scooted and shifted, wiggling so her cheeks were apart, and her crack was exposed, as she lowered Kero down and behind her.

Kero began to squirm, realizing what was going to happen, but Jubi's thumb was over his hips to keep him from escaping. He did finally manage to escape her grip, and fell onto the bed, but before he could run she had reached behind her and caught him once more, now pinching him under the arms, against the ribs. She wiggled, spreading her cheeks wider apart, and then pressed Kero right up against her crack. She felt Kero start to squirm and kick against her crack, trying to force her to lose her grip once more, but suddenly his bare foot sank into the warm puckered flesh of her anus. Kero quickly pressed his other foot down against the moist flesh, hoping to free his foot, but the puckered hole opened wide and sucked both his feet into the clamping hole.

Jubilace clenched her eyes shut, when she felt the surprising bulk of Kero's ankles inside her. Little orcs weren't supposed to go there, after all. And having never done anything like this, even a width only slightly more than her finger left her breathless. Still squeezing the orc around the middle, she focused all her thoughts on loosening her muscles, and when she felt the chance, she pushed Kero suddenly, sliding him into her warmth up to his knees. Now, she could really feel his kicks and squirms, and she spent long moments just laying there, relaxing there. It felt amazing; a very un-elflike trickle of drool ran over her lips.

Kero was breathless as he stared at the puckered rim, slowly flexing and squeezing, and then opening wide. In time with these openings, Jubi eased him inside the tight hole, eager to feel his kicks a little deeper inside her. His hands pawed over the shapely buttocks that surrounded him on either side like impassable walls. He pushed against them, and they yielded with a squishy push. But he couldn't get a hold of them, something to grip so he could work at pulling himself out. Instead he was pushed deeper, his hips suddenly inside the warmth of her tight muscles.

Kero's world was filled with a sensation of bliss like he had ever known. His jaw clenched tight and he arched his back, pushing his aching penis into the warmth of the blood elf's anal walls. Her insides squeezed down hard, pressing his erection between his belly and the yielding skin, and... by the ancestors he had never felt something so incredible. He no longer kicked or fought, instead only savoring how good it felt. And now when he looked at the gaping hole of her pucker, he wondered what it would be like inside completely...

Jubi braced herself on her elbow, and eased her free hand down her body. The pleasure was hammering inside her, filling her with a need like she had never known. It was a craving, a starvation, usually reserved for the hunger for arcane, but now it was something else, and she easily slipped two fingers between her legs, which sent lightning through her. She actually rolled onto her front, the fingers pressed inside her as she slowly humped into the, drooling, burying her face in the moist pillow.

Kero felt the warmth of the wrinkled skin reach his pectorals. The grip of the tight anus was unbearable on his lungs for a moment, but it eased and he took a deep breath of the musky air. He looked about, seeing the sweet curves of the shapely blood elf on all sides, just as he felt Jubi's finger on his crown, and slowly push him inside her, until only his arms were left wiggling and squirming rather comically outside her depths.

Kero had never felt such pleasure running through his body. The full body massage was like no sense of pleasure he had ever felt. The scent of warmth and woman was intoxicating for him, and though he just wanted to stay inside this warmth for all eternity, he continued to kick and thrash and spread Jubi, to share with her the sense of bliss. He even managed to put his arms at his side, and use his substantial upper body to push her clenching walls apart.

Jubi arched her back, looking very much like a cat stretching, two fingers buried up to the second knuckle inside her clenching lips, and a small orc sealed inside her anus. She clenched down hard on him, as she felt a sweet release of warmth and cream ooze out of her, spill out of her and wet the bed beneath them. She fell forward, slamming onto the springs and closing her eyes, whimpering and twitching as she continued to release a great tide, the orc going still as he released his own load into Jubi.

It was funny, in her mind, that she was better pleasured by a miniscule orc than the males of her own species. She wondered if Kero would say the same, if... She looked back at her rump cheeks, and the lone green hand that was reaching out of her rather cutely. She would leave him in there, she decided, but she didn't know how long the shrink ray was going to last, and she imagined waking in the middle of the night with a horrid pain tearing through her hips. Instead, she took the time to suckle one of her fingers, letting Kero enjoy his imprisonment for a while longer, before she spread her cheeks apart and slide her finger inside her.

She waited, and wiggled her finger slowly, until she felt a gentle squeeze on her nail. As careful as she could, she pulled her finger out slowly, easily, feeling her rim clench several times, but eventually Kero was free.

She gathered him into her hand once more, and brought him to her face. The bed was quite large, meant to accommodate a tauren, so a petite elf and her miniscule partner certainly fit comfortably. She placed him down beside her, so when she rolled onto her side, he was treated to an epic sight of her breasts. She giggled as he stared a little longer than he should, and she stroked him with one finger. There was a content look on his face that she found amusing, as she wiggled and got comfy on the bed. And just before she closed her eyes, she wondered if she could get her the Gnomish Shrinkray to work for her, at her whims.

That would sure be fun.