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The capital was just as busy as it ever was, though thankfully for Zohaar most of the hustle and bustle was contained in the Trade District. The enormously-built draenei made his way through the human city of Stormwind toward the Cathedral of Light, where he spent most of his time...well...when he wasn't trying to guide the Bouldershots on the path of good. Truth be told he didn't know why he spent so much time with them, he wanted to teach them to be better people of course, but still, he spent a disproportionate amount of time amongst the crew.

As he thought, his gaze drifted downward to his armour. It was a shimmering silver set of plate armour that was gilded around the shoulders, thighs and chest with thin tendrils of gold. The gilding at his shoulders merely looped around his shoulderguards, at his chest the tendrils were more a circular decoration over the two colossal silver domes that jutted out. At his crotch they almost teasingly surrounded the massive codpiece that his tree-trunk legs pushed forward. His gaze though remained on that vast chest of his. He'd 'obtained' his assets during one of his excursions with the pirates; they were raiding some old ruins and had come across a powerful magic artefact. As the captain touched it they were enveloped in white light, and when it cleared, each man had...these.

He sighed softly, though he was of course shocked and highly embarrassed at first, it had been quite some time and he'd gotten much more used to them. Still, men continued to gawk and it was uncomfortable to be treated like a piece of meat.

He shook his head and looked up, blinking as he realised he'd reached the cathedral, an immense stone building that was the centre of reverence to the Light. He headed up the steps and inside, looping around the entryway and into the large central room, a few of the younger initiates were scattered about and chatting to each other. Zohaar couldn't help but feel slightly out of place; being in Stormwind, most of the priests and paladins that trained and worked here were humans, and there were virtually no other draenei that he'd seen about. One of the trainees, a black-haired boy that couldn't have been older than eighteen approached him, though as usual his gaze was fixated on those behemoth domes.

"M-Mister Zohaar, Lord Jarek wishes to see you," he gulped but he abruptly turned on his heel and hurried away toward one of the backrooms, the draenei of course assuming the lad was just busy. Regardless, he made his way off from that room into a much quieter side-room where an older, larger-built male human with short, dirty-blonde hair stood.

"Lord Jarek, you wanted to see me?," Zohaar gave a warm smile to his superior who gave a bright grin back to him, again, his gaze was firmly planted on his chest, though he knew it would be, Jarek wasn't as secretive about liking them.

"There you are Zohaar! Indeed, I need you to investigate Old Town for me, we've gotten word of a spike in criminal activity so we need someone to have a look around," he nodded firmly, Zohaar though looked quite nervous all of a sudden.

"Old Town? V-Very well. Anything else I need to know?"

"Yes, if you go there in that you'll stick out like a sore thumb; I've prepared you a set of more...modest clothing," his grin returned when he said this as a glint appeared in his eye. He turned around and grabbed a bundle of brown cloth which he then thrust into the draenei's hands. "You're to change and leave right away, you can use my office if you wish," he gestured to a door coming off from the small room. Zohaar looked over the bundle for a while before eventually nodding and heading into the more private office.

He found the bundle to be a large, sleeveless tunic and a pair of simple pants. He decided to start with the pants, since they were 'generally' less problematic. He unclipped his girdle and legplates slipping them off so he was left only in a pair of boxers that were far too small, his giant shaft barely contained in the thin fabric, and his mammoth balls hanging out both sides. He then stepped into the brown pants and shuffled about to pull them upwards; they just about managed to slide past his thick thighs, and he was surprised to find his oversized privates managed to barely stay in as he pulled them to his waist, though they didn't make it that far, so he'd have to settle on them being dangerously low, a good amount of blonde pubic hair on show.

Next he pulled off his gauntlets and shoulder armour, before unfastening his chestpiece, pulling off the heavy pieces of metal. He sighed in relief as his gargantuan breasts bounced out heavily. Despite having specially-made armour that was already such a generous size in the chest area, the sheer size of his bust still meant it was still a tight fit; even the padding lining the shining silver did little to make it more comfortable. He looked over his titanic mounds of blue flesh, a giant dark-blue nipple topping each, and he wondered how the tunic would ever fit. He shrugged lightly and tried anyway, pulling it on over his head and having to use all his might to force the shirt over those vast plains. He heard a groan as the cheap cloth struggled over breasts it was never made to clothe, but soon he'd managed it. He smiled bright and looked in a nearby mirror, though he then blushed as he actually saw himself. The tunic was a bit too short, his lower abs on full display, not to mention his breasts looked about ready to burst out at any moment, his nipples barely covered but most of those smooth mountains still perfectly visible. He looked about awkwardly but orders were orders, and after stowing his armour away he left the office, only to be met with Jarek who had an even bigger grin on his face now, a bead of drool running down from his mouth as the man stared lewdly at the behemoth bosom before him.

"Aha, much better, you look perfect!," he snickered under his breath, "Now I think you're ready to hit the streets of Old Town, off you go," he gave a salute to the draenei who meekly gave him one back before heading back into the central room, most of the trainees now staring at him, including the black-haired young man who'd emerged from a backroom only to be met with the sight of Zohaar sauntering by, watching that mighty chest of his sway heavily from side to side as he walked, coming close to clobbering a couple of priests that were standing particularly close. Needless to say the spectacle only made him turn and hurry back into the room he'd just left.

Zohaar rounded the entryway and headed down the stone steps, making his way towards Old Town, a district of Stormwind that was infamous for it's shady street-corners and seedy residents. He had no idea what to expect, or what exactly he needed to do; it sounded as if he was just there to monitor activity, though what if he witnessed a crime? Was he to act or just to sit by and observe? He settled on the former as the thought of doing the latter turned his stomach. It wasn't as if 'outing' himself as a paladin would really hurt since he stood out enough already. At this thought he peered down to his colossal blue mounds that were bouncing with every step, threatening to erupt from their cloth prison. "Why did Jarek think I'd look inconspicuous wearing -this-? Not to mention simply being a draenei, why couldn't he have sent one of the human knights?", he muttered to himself as he crossed the bridge over the canals, and headed under the archway into the dangerous streets of Old Town.

If he ever felt like a piece of meat in the finer areas of the city, he felt like a full-on -buffet- now, every man he passed was shamelessly gawping at his titanic jugs that continued to sweep side to side as he trekked, many of the men openly drooling and licking their lips. Some even had the gall to comment, "Damn, that's a fine pair you got", "Need someone to handle those badboys?", "I'd like to bury my face between those"", "Woah! I knew draenei had huge tits but...". He'd only walked through two streets and already his face was burning a deep crimson, still, he had to scour the area, even if that meant seeing a lot of leering men. Soon he found himself in a large alleyway between two streets, a surprising amount of sun pouring in from above. What he found more surprising though was that the place appeared empty, far different from the man-littered streets he'd just come through. A look of relief crossed the vindicator's face as he walked over to rest beside a wall, perhaps he could just hang around here for a while before heading back, he'd feel a bit uneasy for not fully-completing his objective, but still, he could at least bring up his concerns about the mission and still have -some- observations about the area.

He soon heard loud voices around the corner, quickly coming closer. A band of men headed into the alleyway, all dressed in brown leather armour and chatting with each other, that is until they set eyes on the astoundingly-enormous draenei. They abruptly stopped in their tracks, simply staring at the paladin for a moment before the one who could be assumed the leader spoke up. "Well well, I certainly didn't expect to bump into such a stunning picture of beauty here of all places", he snickered under his breath as he sauntered over to Zohaar who looked mighty apprehensive. "And look at the size of -these-, my boys -will- be in for a treat," he reached forward, running his hands over the outer slopes of those mammoth jugs, the vindicator just shivering slightly, noticing the other men coming closer, six in total, including their leader. "Damn, and look at the size of -those-," he snickered and marvelled at the huge tents Zohaar's nipples were making through his shirt, watching them steadily grow larger from the attention, "I'm not ever sure I could fit my mouth around one of them, but I'd certainly be up to try, nyehehe", he chuckled lewdly as his men began to grab at and fondle the draenei now, mostly his chest, though one did nudge him away from the wall so he could grope his very sizeable rear-end.

"Nnngh," the paladin couldn't help but murr deeply from the various hands greedily grabbing at his form, feeling quite a number pull and yank at his jerkin which soon gave way to his godly globes, the bandits giving a small cheer as the behemoth blue breasts burst into view, "Ahah! There we go!" "By the Light, just look at 'em!" "Bigger the better I always say, but these...damn". Zohaar groaned as he felt two of the men trying to suckle on his humongous nipples, though it was clear their mouths were never going to fit around those massive pads of flesh, so they instead settled on jamming their faces against them, lapping over them frantically which only caused him to moan out louder, feeling a growing tightness in his chest. He then felt a pair of hands fiddling with his belt, soon discarding it to the side and wrenching those trousers of his down, his gargantuan manparts freed, his colossal member pointing out into the band proudly, many of the men just staring at the thick, four-foot long draenei cock with a mixture of envy and arousal in their eyes. As he stepped out of his trousers he felt two of the thieves begin to pump that monstrous pillar, their hands not even close to surrounding it's sheer girth, but that didn't seem to matter, Zohaar's precum was still gushing out of the huge head, gathering a small pool.

"Right! This'll be a real soakin' boys, I wanna see that cock an' those tits blastin' out reams o' cream fer us, you got that men?" the group gave a rallying cry before they doubled their efforts, the men on his teats and nibbling on the edges of those huge nubs, and many of the other men lapping over his gargantuan meatpole with zeal. The bandit's leader positioned himself at the end of that goliath length, lapping over the head teasingly, gulping down the buckets of precum and actually forcing his tongue into the slit, this leading to Zohaar yelling out and unleashing a large barrage of precum to spew out over him, which he didn't seem to mind in the slightest, only working that head even harder now. Meanwhile the men at his tits were literally pumping those huge pads of flesh as if they were cocks, it not long before they too released their flood of cream, two waterfalls now spraying out over most of the men who tried to catch what they could of the paladin's milk, glugging it down. Zohaar was powerless, the pleasure overwhelming him, he could only stand there and let the men do what they wish, which was pump, jerk and grab at whatever they could. One of them was now down at his massive balls, fondling the watermelon-sized nuts gently before burying his head between them, taking in long whiffs of the draenei's heavy musk; he could actually hear the hefty sack churning and bubbling with seed, feeling them tighten as he caressed them more fiercely.

"Looks to me like he's not got much stamina left, c'mon boys, we're nearly there!" more frantic pumping, licking and squeezing was making it more and more difficult to hold back for Zohaar, his balls now housing a lake of cum that was desperate to shower the band before him. Soon he just couldn't, or just didn't want to stop himself any longer, he grabbed at his gargantuan tits with his large hands, squeezed them together tightly to cause his nipples to gush forth with even stronger torrents of milk, and roared out as his meat-cannon erupted, sending waves upon waves of his potent, sticky cum to splatter the thieves, all of them halting what they were doing to bask in the heavy load now showering them, their leader right at the source and taking the brunt of the thick deluge, gulping down mouthfuls of the musky spooge and grinning widely.

After the draenei's giant sack was emptied, he toppled back to rest against the wall again, panting heavily, that chest of his heaving. The cum-coated group gathered around their boss who spoke up, "Well, never thought draenei were so...impressive, hope to see you around here more often," he gave a sly wink and lead his very messy underlings out of the flooded alleyway and back on their way through Old Town.

After a moment Zohaar picked himself up, shook himself dry, or as close to it as he could manage, and tried to get back into his clothes properly again. After failing to shove his vast rack back into his tunic, he had to settle on just letting them hang out as he reluctantly made his way back through the seedy district, getting far more lewd and perverse comments this time around, and even one or two gropes as he headed back toward the cathedral, knowing just how the younger recruits, and Jarek, would react upon seeing him in such a state. A deeper blush crossed his finely-chiselled face at the thought.