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It was rather late at night in the expansive desert of Uldum, and three figures were trekking across the sands. They were The Bloody Blades, a rag-tag trio of mercenaries who claimed to be the most skilled in all the lands. Their leader, an orc by the name of Grunlak Meatcleaver, had finally gotten the small group some work; one of the local tol'vir tasked them with dispatching a bandit leader from some nearby ruins, though 'nearby' seemed to be an understatement with how long they'd been travelling.

"'ow much longah, boss?" a rather tall, athletically-built troll asked, wiping a hand over his blood-red topknot to make sure it hadn't come undone again.

The rather well-built orc answered, "It's like I told you, Tun'ki, just over those next dunes," though it was clear in his voice that even he didn't believe his words.

The last member of the group, a young, slimmer-built sin'dorei man just kept silent. He'd only recently been allowed into this band, and didn't want to risk being kicked out.

The trio climbed the large dune, and as they passed over it, they weren't met with the sight of the ruins, but with something just as good. "Ahah! That'll do nicely!" the orc cheered, and the three darted towards the shimmering oasis before them. As soon as they reached the crystal clear waters, they began frantically drinking as much as they could, along with washing their faces and hair, not even noticing the woman who was standing only a few feet from them.

"Ahem," she cleared her throat, all three mercenaries practically leaping out of their skin as they turned to face her, and all three letting their jaws hang agape as they stared at her. She appeared to be a tall, slim sin'dorei woman, wearing a -very- revealing gown, if it could even be called that. The pink fabric across her top-half was little more than a skimpy bra, barely covering much of her most notable asset, her bust. Despite her lithe frame, she was gifted with a simply colossal rack, far larger than even a tauren woman's, and much of the vast plains on full display in the scant clothing. Her bottom-half was at least slightly more covered, a long skirt than nearly reached the ground, though with two long slits at either side, it was still as titillating to the trio. "Can I help you?".

After a few moments of just gawping, Grunlak managed to get his words out, "Ah, forgive me, the name's Grunlak Meatcleaver, and these are my men, we're The Bloody Blades, mercenaries sent to locate and kill a bandit leader in these parts," he dusted down his dark-brown leather armour to look more presentable, the sleek armour hugging his strong-frame well.

"Is that so? Well, that makes for a very pleasant change, most men I find here are only after treasure, if your words are true, then I thank you, my name is Phaera, Mistress of the Sands," she gave a sweeping curtsey, the men gulping as they were given a perfect view down at that near-bottomless cleavage of hers.

"Eheheh, ah'm Tun'ki, expert shadow 'untah," the troll proudly exclaimed, like his boss, he was batting over his black armour, a mixture of leather and mail.

"And I'm Korsarian Keensaber, it's nice to meet you," the elf said somewhat sheepishly, a blush plastered across his face.

"It's truly a pleasure to meet you all, but please, it's very late, and you all look like you've been travelling for quite some time, allow me to let you rest for the night at my home, please," she smiled warmly, the orc nodding almost immediately.

"That'd be real kind of you, Miss Phaera, we could certainly do with the hospitality," he gave a salute.

"It's no trouble at all, and please, just call me Phaera," she took a step back and raised an arm, snapping her fingers, a bellowing sandstorm instantly shaping up around them, the Blades quickly getting into a more defensive formation, not sure what was going on.

"Wh-What the-!" but almost as soon as it appeared, the storm ceased, clear night skies overhead once again. As they looked around though, they found they were no longer standing beside the oasis, but were now grouped in front of a rather large, luxurious, pink silk tent, Phaera walking towards the 'door'.

"Ah, apologies for not warning you, those sandstorms are how I travel through Uldum, hope I didn't scare you," though the hint of a smirk was evident on her lips as she passed through the curtain inside. Grunlak just scoffed a bit as he and his two men headed in after her.

They were met with quite the sight; a large, open living area with ornately-decorated seats, tables, rugs, drapes, and long curtains that seemed to be there to separate the tent into 'rooms'.

"Welcome to my home, please, have a seat," Phaera gestured to some seats around the centre of the room, around a small table, before she herself headed behind one of the curtains, emerging moments after with a large plate with various chopped fruits upon it, placing it onto the table and taking a seat herself with the men. "It's rare I have company, infact, you may well be the very first men I've ever invited into my home," she took a small slice of apple, popping it into her mouth and chewing it down.

"Well we're honoured you offered us this chance to rest and recuperate," the orc said, the other two men nodding quickly as they all gobbled down most of the fruit, Phaera chuckling a little.

"Oh, but you'll have to excuse me briefly, I should go and change for having company around, I won't be long," he bowed her head before getting to her feet and heading into another 'room', leaving the three men sitting there in silence.

They looked between each other, then at the curtain the elf disappeared behind, then back between each other, before all three of them shot up and hurried over, huddled together as they silent peeked into the room through a gap between the drapes.

They were just in time to see Phaera standing before a full-length mirror, reaching back and releasing the clasp of her bra, slowly lifting the scant piece of fabric from her chest, the men's eyes widening at what they were about to see. However, just before anything too sordid was uncovered, she paused, slipping it back on and clasping it up again, heading back towards the lounge area, the Blades falling over themselves as they desperately clambered back onto their seats, cramming what was left of the fruit into their mouth to make it seem like they had been eating this whole time.

Phaera weaved out from behind the certain, blinking as she saw the men struggling on huge mouthfuls of fruit, eventually gulping them down and panting heavily for breath, "I err...figured it was late enough that you should all probably get some sleep, I've got a guest room just through there you can use", she pointed to a 'room' adjacent to hers, "I hope you all have a pleasant sleep," she smiled brightly once again and curtseyed, the men gulping again before heading to their room.

The room was rather small, with two single beds and a sofa, which Grunlak was quick to delegate to Korsarian; soon all three men were curled up and, despite their minds still being on their -very- ample hostess, found sleep easily, given their busy day.

It was a good few hours later, still in the early morning, that the orc was roused from his sleep. He could hear the sound of movement coming from outside their room, and soon climbed out of bed, looking to his other men who were still fast asleep. He grunted softly, heading out from behind the curtain back into the lounge area. The small crystals that Phaera had dotted about her home gave enough golden light for Grunlak to see Phaera sitting at the table, the orc deciding to join her.

"Can't sleep?" he asked her, the woman jolted from her thoughts and quickly glancing to him, though her shocked expression soon returned to her smile once again.

"Indeed," was all she said at first, her gaze drifting across the orc's rather muscular body, a very light redness crossing her face, "Living alone deep in the desert naturally makes for a rather lonely life, I don't mind it for the most part, but finding male company is incredibly difficult," she looked the orc in the eyes, Grunlak quirking a brow.

"Afraid I don't know what you mean, Phaera".

She let out a short chuckle before continuing, "Being alone for so long, without feeling the touch of a man, it leaves a woman with needs, needs that fill her mind when she's finally around men," she shifted a little on her seat, Grunlak's eyes widening considerably as he finally got what she was not-so-subtly getting at.

"Oh...well, if there's anything I can do to...assist you...," the orc himself was panting a little now, his gaze more-than-once falling down not only to her enormous bosom, but also to the rest of her smooth, slim body, feeling his very large orc tool sizing up in his pants.

"Oh you certainly could...please, come this way," she picked herself up, heading back to her room, Grunlak following very closely in tow.

After entering the extravagant bedroom, she snapped her fingers, the curtains making up the room's 'walls' shimmering lightly, "That should mask any sounds from your slumbering friends, I wouldn't want to disturb their sleep", she smirked a bit now, walking over to her large queen-size bed, a few crystals hanging over it making sure the immediate area was well-lit, Grunlak just staring at her. "I suppose we should both...get a little more comfortable," she reached back, unclasping her bra before dropping it to the side, Grunlak letting out an audible murr as he saw those vast mountains of flesh bounce out in all their glory, so big, so smooth, and those massive, thick nipples of hers on full display. He barely stopped himself pouncing as he kicked off his boots, slipping off his shoulderguards, gloves and belt. Next he removed his tunic, exposing his well-trained torso, thick, green ridges of muscles bulging from his impressive frame, Phaera the one to do the ogling now. "Oh my, you're certainly quite the man, aren't you?" she only widened her smirk as she reached down, shuffling out of her long skirt and placing it beside her bed, the elf now only in a pink pair of rather tight panties, only narrowly covering her womanhood and already soaked through with her arousal.

With his tongue hanging from his mouth, the orc rogue hurried out of his own pants and discarded his loincloth, releasing his mammoth cock, already semi-hard and quickly growing in size before the elf, who was eyeing it in awe.

"Oooh, Clearly I was -very- lucky to have you come across me," she bit her lower lip as she removed her last scrap of clothing, completely naked before the orc, Phaera climbing over her bed and laying back on it, Grunlak wasting no time before catapulting himself down on top of her, his large hands grabbing frantically at those glorious jugs of hers, caressing, squeezing, groping, doing whatever he could in a short space of time, the sin'dorei letting out a long moan at the attention, especially as he stretched his mouth open wide and stuffed one of her huge teats into his mouth, sucking on the oversized pad of flesh fervently. "Mmmh! Oh yes! It's been too long!".

Grunlak now reached down to grab the base of his obscenely-thick manhood, positioning it so the precum-dribbling head was gently rubbing over her slicked folds, this causing the woman to only gasp out louder. He only did this for a few moments through, before he harshly jabbed the thick slab of meat against it, groaning out deeply as the fat head forced it's way inside, stretching the woman open around it's sheer girth.

"Aaaah! Oh Grunlak, more!" she arched her back as he entered her, placing a hand on the back of his head as he still suckled on her hugely-engorged nipple, trying to tease out what the woman was desperately holding back. As he grunted and slammed in a few more inches of thick orc cock though, the floodgates opened, and her nipples erupted with her plentiful supply of milk, the rogue just guzzling it down instinctively, moaning out at the taste; rich, creamy, and oh-so delicious. His deep groaning vibrated through her nipple and throughout her giant mounds, only bringing Phaera more pleasure, the woman letting out heavier amounts of her juices which slicked Grunlak's massive cock enough to plunge even deeper inside her, the colossal member reaching deeper than anything she'd ever felt before, delving into parts of her that were exceptionally sensitive.

"Mmmh, oh you're just so big!" she cried out as the orc finally slammed every inch of that pulsating monster inside her, hilting himself balls-deep and still just as madly gulping down her copious milk, actually biting down gently on that giant teat to tease another blast of thick cream into his mouth, his huge hands grabbing at what he could of those gargantuan tits, squeezing big handfuls of warm, breastflesh and letting out further muffled moans. He didn't let up though for a second, abruptly pulling himself back out before slamming back inside her in one swift motion, doing this repeatedly, building up a strong rhythm and putting those muscles of his to use, Phaera just laying back and screaming out in ecstasy as she was pounded mercilessly by the green-skinned rogue.

Grunlak could feel the elf coming closer, as he could feel her tighten around his throbbing shaft, he too was getting close himself, his huge balls tightening as he sped things up, rapidly ploughing Phaera with every ounce of strength he could muster, intent on bringing such a ravishing woman to orgasm.

He didn't have to wait too long, the blood elf throwing her head back and letting out a piercing cry as she hit climax, her juices blasting out around the orc's humongous meat, waves of pleasure thundering through her body, her breasts gushing with even greater geysers of milk, the orc's cheeks ballooning out before he had to pull off, feeling the warm dairy showering his face. He plunged every inch of his needy manmeat deep inside her one last time, roaring out as he unloaded inside her, erupting ridiculous amounts of his hot, thick orc cum, slathering her insides and filling her even more with his potent seed. Grunlak draped himself over the woman as he pumped her full of his cream, the sheer relief filling his body enough to cause him to drift off not long after he'd finally emptied his sack, dropping off into a deep, well-deserved sleep, Phaera soon joining him.

The orc would eventually force his eyes open, peering about to find himself back on his bed, light streaming in through the thin silk of the large tent. He yawned and stretched, picking himself up and finding that he was wearing his gear once again. Had it all been a dream? He noted that his companions weren't there, so he entered the living area, finding the two, and Phaera, sitting down to some fruit.

"Mo'nin' sleepy'ead," his troll friend gave him a wave, before stuffing a peeled orange into his mouth, the other two nodding to him. Grunlak awkwardly took a seat, peering over Phaera who just smiled politely, he then looked down and took some sliced peach, helping himself, still very much bewildered.

"I hope you all had a pleasant night's sleep; I've packed you some water and more fruit for your journey, the ruins you're looking for are very close actually, just a short-ways north-west of here," she stood up and headed over to get a small backpack from the corner of the room, carrying it over and offering it to the orc, who accepted it, nodding.

"Ehm...thank you, Phaera, we should head out at once, thanks again for your hospitality," he gave a small salute and ushered his men to stand up, before heading to the 'front door' of the tent.

"Oh it was my pleasure, I don't get company often, so it was a very fulfilling experience. Do feel free to visit whenever you visit," she gave a curtsey, looking between the three men, though her gaze remained on the orc for perhaps a moment longer, and when the other two weren't looking, she gave him a small wink and a smirk, before returning to her warm smile. Grunlak just gave a sly grin, nodding, and heading out with his group. After climbing the nearby dune, they looked back, only to find the tent gone; empty, barren desert stretching off in all directions.

"Tch, wha' a straaaange ladeh," Tun'ki shrugged, Grunlak staring back over the patch of sand Phaera's home stood just a moment ago, sighing contently.