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Torla stood across the street from the brothel, chewing on his bottom lip under the faded awning of a stall selling tchotchkes of dubious quality and origins. The building’s adobe facade was chipped and flaked, and the mosaic sign beside the double-leaved door proclaiming in Orcish script ‘Lonely Lovers’ was missing a few coloured tiles. He’d stood there for several minutes watching the door, willing himself to go through it. Now and then a man, usually an orc, would enter, or one would come out.

“Hey, you gonna buy summat?” came a testy voice from behind him.

The tauren turned to look down at the goblin manning the stall. The goblin looked back, a scowl on his face. “You’re scaring customers away. Either buy summat or go away.”

“Oh, sorry.” Torla ran his gaze over the offered selection and picked up a rough carving of a male tauren. “This.”

“Ten silver.”

Torla dug into his pocket and pulled out a few coins. “Keep the change.” Figurine clutched in his hand, he eyed the brothel once more, took a couple of deep breaths, then sauntered towards it.

The interior was just as shabby as the outside, but the walls were tastefully decorated with intricately woven hangings. Wooden stairs led to the first floor, and several heavy carved doors into private rooms. Faint sounds of pleasure emanated from behind those doors as Torla approached the orc woman sitting behind a small table near the main door. She looked up from the magazine she was reading and smiled. “Hello, sir. Do you have a booking with one of our ladies?”

“Ah, no, not really,” Torla confessed. “I’d like to see Kandi, if she’s not busy.”

“Kandi, hmm? She’s become one of the most popular women since she started showing.” The woman glanced at a book on the desk, then at a clock on the opposite wall. “She should be free in a few minutes if you’d like to wait.” She gestured at the worn padded chairs positioned between the doors.

The tauren nodded and sat down, fidgeting with the figurine he’d bought. It wasn’t much to look at; it only superficially looked like a tauren; the crudely hewn horns and muzzle were the sole indicators of its race. He turned it over and squinted at the label affixed to it: Made in Kezan. “Of course,” he grunted.

Some minutes later a goblin padded down the stairs, the toes on his large feet overhanging the nosing on each tread, wearing a self-satisfied expression. The orc woman looked up after he left. “Kandi can see you now. Don’t be too long. She has another booking in twenty minutes.”

“Thank you.” Torla stood and clopped up the stairs, wincing as they creaked under his weight. He turned right at the top and found Kandi’s door two doors down, standing ajar. He knocked thrice and waited for a response.

“Come in! I’m just cleaning up,” came a low female voice.

Torla entered and closed the door before he glanced around. The room had changed little since his first visit a few months ago. A large bed occupied most of the space, with a dressing table and washstand nearby. “Hello, Kandi. I’m back.”

The room’s other occupant, a naked, heavily pregnant tauren woman, sat on the bed, engaged in wiping her front with a damp towel. Raising her head, she stared at Torla with a penetrating gaze. “I wondered if you’d ever visit again.” She patted her round belly, which still had smears of semen marring her dark grey fur. “We’ve been missing you.”

“I’ve been too busy to come back to Orgrimmar,” Torla confessed. “The Lich King had me shovelling his courtyards.”

The woman’s expression softened, and she shook her head. “You couldn’t have sent a letter or two?”

“You know how bad the postal service is in the boondocks. The baby would probably have been born by the time one arrived.” Torla sat down on the bed beside Kandi, eyeing her gravidness, before putting a large three-fingered hand upon it, caressing it. “Hard to believe my child is growing inside you.”

“No thanks to that condom you broke. I was salty for ages over that,” Kandi grumped. “For a while it seemed nothing had happened, then people started asking if I was putting on weight. I sure was.”

Torla looked abashed and looked away. “I’ve always wanted to be a father, but not in this way. Trust me to make a hash of it.”

“Pfft, get over it.” Kandi gave Torla’s arm a light slap. “I didn’t want to be a mother, but now … I’m sort of looking forward to it, now I’ve had time to get used to the idea.” She smiled and stroked her belly, circling her navel with her forefinger. “Being pregnant has come with an economic benefit at least. You know how many guys love screwing a hot girl in calf? I think it feeds into their fantasies of knocking a girl up.”

“Well, you are pretty beautiful in that state,” Torla murmured. “More so, I think. Brings out your inner glow.”

Kandi snorted. “Inner glow, my hoof! I’m always glowing. Sometimes I’m red hot.” She leaned closer and whispered into Torla’s ear, “Especially between my legs.”

Torla’s ears suddenly felt hot, and his cock swelled in his trousers as he remembered just how true that was. Kandi’s hand slipped over his crotch and gave his bulge a squeeze. “We have quarter of an hour. Time enough to quench that heat.”

In short order Torla’s clothing was lying on the floor, and the crude figurine he’d bought dropped onto the table. “What’s that?” Kandi asked curiously.

“Oh, I was standing so long at the trinket stall the owner got annoyed and told me to buy something or go away.” Torla shrugged. “I grabbed it just so I wouldn’t feel guilty. Maybe it’ll help you think of me?”

“Or I could use it as a paperweight. Not important right now.” Kandi lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide, putting her nether region on display. “Come on in.”

Torla grinned and grabbed Kandi’s legs, pulling her closer so her rump was on the bed’s edge. He rubbed the head of his turgid shaft over her pussy, smearing the previous visitor’s load around before sinking into her with a firm thrust. “Mmph! I’ve missed this.” He paused a few seconds to revel in the gooey heat of Kandi’s sex.

“What, you didn’t have any other women on your travels?” Kandi teased, clenching around Torla’s cock, feeling it twitch before he withdrew for his next stroke.

“A few, but their assets weren’t as nice as yours.” Torla pulled Kandi’s legs up to rest upon his shoulders, allowing him more leverage. “Got my share of butt too.”

“Next time you can have mine.”

They fell silent as they focused on their mutual pleasures, aside from grunts, pants and moans. Torla leaned forward, sliding his hands over Kandi’s swollen abdomen as he drove his thick member over and over into his partner’s pussy. Cum and other sexual fluids squirted out under pressure every time Torla hilted, leaving his balls damp and sticky as they swung to slap Kandi’s tailhole. Her belly wobbled pendulously beneath his hands; at times he was sure that the baby inside was kicking in response to his vigorous movements.

Kandi, for her part, massaged her breasts, which had started growing in preparation for the baby’s birth, and rubbed at her increasingly sensitive nipples, whimpering at the dual stimulation of fingers and Torla’s coarse pubic fur against her clit as he pounded her.

As his time with Kandi drew close to its end, Torla upped his pace, huffing like a steam engine as he pushed harder towards his goal, until he slammed one last time into her pussy and unloaded a week’s worth of pent-up semen, draping himself over her belly as his stamina ebbed away with every spurt. “Urrgh … I needed that.” He withdrew after a minute, his cock now soft and covered in spunk.

Kandi reached between her legs and rubbed at her engorged clit, working to finish the job Torla hadn’t quite completed, smearing his seed around as it seeped out of her. As he pulled on his clothes she reached her own climax, crying out in sweet release as she stiffened and shuddered, spraying more juice onto the floor. “Torla, come here,” she panted, beckoning to him.

He did so, fastening his belt. “Yes?”

She reached out and pulled on his shirt collar to bring his head close to hers. “Next time you’re here in Org, visit me. We need more time to properly enjoy our sessions. On the house. And if it’s after the birth… you can meet our little one.” She pulled his head down to give him a firm kiss on the lips. “On your way now. I’ve another client.”

Torla left Kandi to clean up, and went downstairs, thinking about the child. Would it be a boy, or a girl? Perhaps Kandi knew. Wasn’t that something women had some magical way of knowing?

He nodded to the orc woman on his way out, and left the dim interior to enter the warm, dusky afternoon of the bustling city. Whatever it was, he looked forward to holding the baby in his arms. Until then, his adventures would continue.