Erika Whitehoof - Chapter 8
#8 of Whitehoof
Whitehoof â€" Chapter 8
Erika shifted slightly with a soft groan, Zulrea's blue body pressed up against her light-brown fur as they both slept. The bed was soaked with the juices of their mating, a thin rivulet of semen dripping from the troll's sex to pool between their splayed legs. Zulrea's belly was still swollen, the quantity of tauren spunk that had been deposited within her womb too much to drain so quickly.
Consciousness slowly returned to Erika as her dreams faded away. She could feel a warm weight atop her torso. Cracking open an eye Erika glanced down as the room slowly swam into focus. As soon as she could make out Zulrea's naked form the memories of the previous morning came flooding back, their icy waters jerking Erika fully awake.
"No!" Erika whispered in shock as she vainly tried to deny the sight of the troll's bulging middle and the strong scent of sex that assaulted her nostrils. Without the magical energy of her aroused cock to affect her mood Erika's normal feelings of fear and disgust over her curse dominated her mind once more.
Zulrea shifted atop the panicked tauren, letting out a soft coo of contentment. Freezing, Erika kept deathly still until she was positive the troll was not about to awaken and find the two still connected together. With exaggerated care Erika slowly levered herself onto her side, supporting Zulrea's weight with her free arm until she could lift the mute woman off of her own body.
As Zulrea rolled onto the soiled bedding Erika could feel her limp member slide from the troll's gaping sex. A thick wash of her semen poured from Zulrea's dark blue nethers as her girl-cock was removed, adding to the numerous white stains across the sheets.
‘Oh by the spirits what have I done?' Erika mentally screamed at herself. Gnashing her teeth in fright Erika quickly dressed herself, desperate to escape the room. She couldn't think straight with the scent of the morning's actions overpowering her nose and every sight of the bed and its blue occupant flashing pictures of unwanted memories in her mind.
Within moments the hunter was padding towards the door, praying that Zulrea would not awaken soon. Erika knew she needed time alone, time to think, and couldn't deal with the clingy troll so soon after. . . after. . . Erika shook her head as she closed the door behind her, not wishing to see more of what her curse had driven her to do. Fighting tears of shame she rushed down the tavern's halls and pass the early afternoon's customers out into the bright Kalimdor sunlight.
Cyli glared at the figure across the table, centuries of practice allowing her to keep her anger and frustration from rising up on her face. Everything about her person - her posture, the neutral expression of her face, even how her hands rested in her lap - betrayed nothing of what she wanted to scream.
"But Mister Bonehammer, surely you can look back on our many years of work together and find no reason to doubt me now" the blood elf spoke slowly as thoughts of wringing the pompous goblin's neck played through her mind.
Halek Bonehammer was, according to the fine work on the sign hanging above the entrance to his shop, a ‘Master Alchemist and Herbalist of Consummate Skill and Worldly Renowned'. What it failed to mention was how frustratingly greedy the bastard really was. The goblin raised an eyebrow at Cyli, his long fingered hand playing idly with a few papers scattered across his desk.
"I know that we have worked very well in the past, Miss Ereravel, and that we both have profited from our business arrangements" he responded in a nasally voice, his dark eyes hidden behind a massive pair of spectacles perched precariously on the tip of his nose. "Yet all you have given me in the past six months have been nothing but excuses and sub-par alchemy" he continued, not noticing the slight quiver in Cyli's brow at the blatant insult to her skills.
Standing up, Halek began to pace around his shop, his hand gently playing along the rows of filled vials and beakers that covered the long wooden wall. "Your last two outings were less than worthwhile. Last time you came here, you were telling me that a thief had stolen that custom job for the wealthy tauren party. And before that, your fertility drug for the Baroness of Lakeshire caused her to balloon up in the middle of her spring ball!" The goblin pulled his hand from the glassware as he spun to face Cyli, his eyes narrowed. "And now you come telling me that you have found a potion that gave a formerly female tauren a set of male genitals? A potion that you acknowledge as being an accident and that you cannot even remember the exact recipe for!" He levered a gnarled green finger at Cyli.
The corners of Cyli's mouth twitched lightly as she tried to keep herself from exploding. "Yes, but I do remember most of the ingredients and know how long they were left cooking for. If you will just give me the financial support I need I can rediscover the missing component!" she defended herself, keeping even the smallest edge of pleading from entering her tone. Cyli was certain Halek knew she was in a tight spot, but she had to count on him not being aware of just how desperate she was. Her gold reserves were too small to purchase the ticket across the seas and purchase the ingredients she needed. The Goblin was her only chance.
"Just imagine what this potion can offer you! Yes, in females it causes the growth of male genitals. We both know that the market for that particular effect is not very lucrative, as the sale of potions with similar affects mostly coming from lesbian couples who want to conceive a child during a single night and not permanently change their gender" Cyli met Halek's eyes as she leaned forward, her voice dropping ever so slightly to affect a conspiratorial air. "But what I am almost certain of, and what I plan on testing, is how the potion will affect a male. I have seen the size of the genitals the woman in question grew, and after more than a week they have not gone away or shrunk in any manner." Cyli let the edge of her mouth twist up into the shadow of a smile. "You know how much money the Genital Growth potions are worth, especially in these port towns where the sailors want to spend their money on whoring after a long sea trip."
From the glint in Halek's eyes Cyli knew she had the goblin hooked. Now to real him in. "That potion is only temporary and too costly to offer a good margin of profit. Now imagine if this potion does affects men - a potion that would increase the size of a man's penis permanently would be a tremendous draw, and the ingredients I am certain of are incredibly common. I am offering you a partnership in what could be the greatest alchemical discovery since the health potion!"
Halek rubbed his hands together slowly, the faraway look in his eyes telling Cyli that he was mentally weighing his natural miserly tendencies with the profits such a potion could offer. After a few moments his eyes returned to Cyli. Licking his lips, the goblin opened his mouth. "You do offer a. . . tantalizing picture, Miss Ereravel" he began, choosing his words carefully. "Yet it does ring of dreaming and false hope." Cyli's heart fell as the old goblin paused, pursing his lips as he did a few more mental calculations. "However, considering our profitable history together, I am willing to offer you my support behind your little endeavour" he finished, clasping his hands behind his back.
Cyli jumped to her feet a little too quickly and thrust her hand down towards the goblin, elation filling her at the news. "I cannot stress how sound a decisions that is, Mr. Bonehammer" she said, her voice still remaining flat and calm despite the turmoil of joy within her.
Fixing his glasses Halek looked up into the taller elf's face, his face cracking into a wide grin as he grasped the proffered hand. "Of course, there are a few contracts and some paper work I will need you to fill out first."
"Seventy percent!" Cyli shouted into the late afternoon sky, her fists clenched tightly around the business agreement between herself and the parasite of a goblin. "How in the fiery hells does he get up the nerve to demand seventy percent of the profits!?" Cyli's voice echoed back at her, mocking her desperate situation that had placed her there in the first place.
Looking up the blood elf realized she was getting a few strange looks from passerbies due to her uncharacteristic outburst. Immediately she clamped down on the display and quickened her pace, the cooler, more logical side of her mind coming to the fore. ‘But if this potion does work, and is as profitable as I imagine it to be, then thirty percent will still be a kingly sum' she consoled herself. ‘Plus, that old bastard won't live forever. In a few years, maybe a decade or two, I'll have the sole rights to it!'
Feeling her mood lighten, Cyli trekked back towards the tavern. All she needed now was to keep the tauren Erika along for a while longer and she might be able to examine her newest appendage more exactingly and discover just what had been in that potion that had had such an amazing reaction.
The sun was setting by the time she reached the tavern, causing Cyli to realize just how long she had been detained by Halek's paperwork. Cyli banished the dark thoughts, not wanting to ruin her good mood. Nearing the door the blood elf could spot the usual mix of prostitutes and sailors standing about, the latter in varying states of inebriation. The variety of human, orc, and goblin women in various states of undress sent a faint tingle through Cyli's body, reminding her that she had more than business needs to take care of.
Feeling the hefty weight of the purse Halek had given her resting against her hip Cyli decided that she could definetly spare a few silvers on some company for the night. Her time with Erika in the bath had been good, but having to take the tauren's undeniably impressive organ anally for fear of its magical effects had certainly left the elf craving more.
Passing slowly along the row of whores and call girls Cyli tried to find something special for the occasion, her eyes passing over exposed cleavage and coolly judging the attractiveness of the women in a most detached manner. Normally Cyli would have preferred a male partner, but she had discovered long ago that the selection of bi-sexual pretty boys and other gigolos did nothing to get her heartbeat up. Instead, the comfort of a soft, smooth female frame and a person who really knew something about pleasing a woman would be perfect.
Despite her efforts to keep her mood up Cyli found her mood souring as she passed by the numerous potential mates-for-hire without spotting anything that really drew her eye. Cyli knew she could have exacting standards sometimes, but she was not about to let just anyone touch her perfect body - it would be an insult to the Sin'dorei race if she did not find something unique.
She halted in mid step, her body freezing as a spark of recognition crossed her thoughts. Slowly Cyli let her eyes turn back along the line until the rested upon a goblin that looked like no other present. She was easily a half foot taller than the rest, red hair cascading down around her painted face in soft ringlets that bounced with her every movement. It wasn't just her height that made her stand out to Cyli's eye - her chest was a wonder to behold on a goblin. Her fine silk top was split down the middle to expose as much of her tit flesh as possible without going bare, each orb easily twice the size of the other goblins and straining the material. Taking a longer moment to examine the creature's smooth limbs and soft curves, Cyli was almost certain that the goblin had some orc blood in her distant family history.
It was also obvious that she was not the kind of woman that would be purchased on a sailors wages, if her fine clothing and more assured posture attested to. Although Cyli knew that it was going to cost more than her initial assessment, the blood elf knew she needed to have that goblin.
Cyli held back, letting the crowd before her thin a little before moving up towards her spotted target. Catching the elf's graceful movements from the corner of her eye the goblin turned towards Cyli, immediately returning to a sensual pose. "Well hello there, goldie" she smiled at the blonde elf, a finger resting on the hem of her exotic dress' bottom half. "What can Grisha do for you, hun?" she asked playfully.
Without a word Cyli hefted her coin purse and tossed in lightly before catching it, letting Grisha hear the solid clink of the money within. "I have this big room all to myself, and it's just wasted on one person. How would you like to see it?" Cyli responded, flirting back even as she let Grisha get a sure look at the purse as it was reattached to her belt.
"Well I would hate to see you kept alone, sugar. I'd be delighted to spend some time in your company" Grisha moved off the wall as she spoke, siding up against the much taller elf as they entered the warm light of the tavern together.
Letting her mind empty was a surprisingly difficult thing to do, Erika was deciding. In her haste to escape the tavern Erika had not paid attention to her direction, only seeking solace in isolation. Soon she had found herself alone on a nearby hill, her only comfort the fading sun and the starts above. Half forgotten prayers to the spirits ran through her mind, and Erika found herself cursing her laziness as a youngster. Her loose approach to her studies were coming back to haunt her know.
Clenching her eyes shut tight, the young tauren let out her breath slowly, trying to mimic the posture she had seen one of the elder shamans in long ago. "Empty your mind, empty your mind" she chanted feverishly, desperately trying to keep her thoughts from coming back to Zulrea and her writhing blue body bouncing up and down her-
"GAHHH!" Erika shouted, the cry disappearing into the growing darkness of night. "This is useless! Those old windbags didn't know anything about inner peace! What a load of crap!" she screamed as she vented her anger, kicking at any loose stone within distance. For the next few minutes she poured out her fears, her angers, her doubts, and especially how much she hated everyone who had wronged her in the past, the first being idiot shamans who didn't know anything but the sound of their own voices.
Soon after Erika was panting heavily, her angry tirade having left her exhausted and tired. Realizing she had nothing more to gain out by herself Erika began the slow march back towards the tavern marked by the town's distant lights, and dreading what she would have to say to Zulrea when she got back.
Cyli mashed her lips against Grisha's as the kissed passionately atop her soft bedding, the pair rolling around until the goblin broke the kiss, leaning back to straddle the blood elf's torso. "My, you definetly don't play around" Grisha chuckled as she raised her arms up, her fingers undoing the knot at the back of her neck to release her top. As the silk flutters free Cyli is entranced by the goblin's bouncing breasts causing her to grow even warmer in her loins.
"With a woman like you, I don't believe in waiting" Cyli responded as her smooth hands rose up Grisha's body. The elf's fingernails slid along her green flesh, lightly teasing her skin before grasping the fullness of her bust. Grisha shivered in delight, her lights lightly squeezing Cyli's middle in response to the blood elf's touch.
"Sensitive, my dear?" Cyli asked with a smile as she felt the goblin's response to her massaging. "Well I imagine a goblin with tits this big would have to be pretty sensitive." Grisha bit her lip in response as she leaned in to the elf's touch, a pleasurable groan building at the base of her throat.
Managing to undo the rest of her dress Grisha tossed the garments aside before leaning down and taking a large handful's of Cyli's boob-meat in return, teasing her through her clothing. "I bet I'm not the only sensitive one" she countered, giggling as Cyli let out a lewd moan. Pushing herself backwards Grisha slid her moist crotch along Cyli's pale belly until she was between the elf's elegant legs. Grisha's hands quickly undid Cyli's skin-tight trousers, sliding the material down her hips until her dripping sex was revealed.
"Well now, no panties" Grisha remarked, raising her eyebrow at Cyli as she traced a finger around the small patch trimmed blonde hair just above her snatch. "I usually thought you elf folk were a little more reserved than that" she added, teasing Cyli verbally and with her finger.
"Am I being lectured about modesty in dress from a prostitute?" Cyli countered as she helped Grisha disrobe her, letting her clothes join the others.
"Touché" the goblin giggled, laying out between Cyli's legs to rest her breasts against Cyli's waist, looking up into her full blue eyes. "You know, we never did discuss a price."
Turning slightly Cyli reached off the bed to rummage around in one of her leather packs. She shortly withdrew a small vial of bluish liquid and handed it to the intrigued goblin. "Well, I want you to drink this before we really begin" she told Grisha in a firmer voice, looking up into the woman's large eyes.
Taking the vial Grisha held it up to her face, examining the contents before turning back to look at Cyli. "What does it do?" she asked bluntly, continuing to turn the vial in her hand watch the blue liquid roll around inside.
"I'd rather keep that a surprise" Cyli smiled warmly, her hand rubbing along the curve of her own bosom. "I promise you that not only do its effects only last for a single night, but that it will increase both our pleasure by a large margin."
Grisha gave Cyli a skeptical look, taping a finger against her cheek thoughtfully. "I don't want to put a damper on the evenings fun, Cyli, but I don't just drink a potion without knowing-
"I'll give you two gold."
Without a pause Grisha popped the cork off the small vial, the glass container no bigger than her pinky finger, and downed the contents in a single gulp. Handing the empty glassware back to Cyli Grisha gave her a small grin. "Well I hope we will both be satisfied with the results" the goblin said in a playful tone, only her eyes showing her inner unease at taking a potion without knowing its affects.
"It will take a while to work, so why don't you put your tongue to use and pay for that coin" Cyli said, spreading her legs a little further. Pulling back again Grisha slid her chest down the elf's alabaster skin as her erect nipples slid to either side of Cyli's mound, the smooth orbs pushed in between Cyli's inner thighs and leaving the goblin's face hovering directly over Cyli's womanhood.
Just the sensation of Grisha's breath along her sex was enough to cause Cyli to groan in pleasure. "Mmm... it has been far too long" she murmured, watching Grisha lean down to press her lips against the elf's slick labia. Grisha deftly spread Cyli's pussy apart to reveal the pink inner portion of her sex, her fingers holding Cyli apart as her sharp tongue darted out to lap up her glistening juices.
"Delicious" Grisha said as she resumed her oral ministrations, her tongue pressing further into Cyli's cunt as her green fingers pinched and rubbed the nub of the elf's clitoris, sending flashes of pleasure across Cyli's vision. Cyli wrapped one of her own hands onto one of her tits as the other rested gently atop Grisha's red hair, the gentlest of pressures urging her on further. Cyli could feel the strain of the past few days being purged by pure sexual bliss.
Erika grumbled as she finally reached the tavern door, the night air frightfully chilly. In her rush to escape her own room and avoid Zulrea she had grabbed only the barest of coverings, and now she was paying for it. Shivering slightly she passed into the glowing door of the tavern, the warmth of the hundred patrons and two massive fires hitting Erika like a physical wall. Letting out a sigh, she sunk into one of the few available chairs, the table unoccupied except for a dwarf at the opposite end snoring into an overturned mug of ale.
Although Erika knew she needed to confront Zulrea (and even Cyli) about what had happened that morning, the thought of reliving what had occurred and admitting her own weakness was enough to convince Erika to stay put for a few minutes and get warm. It had been pretty cold outside, after all.
Cyli pushed her hand harder against the back of Grisha's head, urging her on as she ground her mouth against the elf's soaked cunny. The goblin's tongue was reach deep inside her moist folds while Grisha had plenty of experience in using it. Cyli let out a shuddering moan as she felt a small orgasm ripple through her body, a spray of juices splattering up against Grisha's face. Settling back onto her knees the goblin licked her face clean with a giggle, giving the elf a warm smile as she finished getting as much of the woman's juices as she could. "You elves taste like no other. It's just so rich that I-"
Grisha's next words caught in her throat as she coughed, her eyes bugging out at the sudden spike of. . . sensation. "Wh-what was that?" she choked out, looking up at Cyli worriedly. She hadn't been prepared for what she had felt and still couldn't decide if it had been pleasant or not. Before Cyli could respond another spasm overtook Grisha, a bright lance of heat deep in her nethers that was most definitely pleasant.
"That, my dear goblin, is the potion you took earlier" Cyli smiled reassuringly, sitting up to embrace Grisha tightly, mashing their breasts together. Spinning the smaller woman around until she was sitting between her legs Cyli let her long arms trail down the goblin's green skin until they came to rest above her shaved slit, elegant fingers rubbing up and down her leaking cunny.
"See? It's already affecting you" she cooed into Grisha's ear as she began to stroke the goblin's clitoris, which had swollen out large enough to be another finger. Her breathing was rapid as the magic continued to flow through her body, pleasure of some strange quality filling Grisha's mind as the elf ran her fist up and down Grisha's shaft.
Panic gave way to pleasure as Grisha watched her nub grow bigger with her heartbeat, growing more defined with every passing moment. "You w-wanted me to grow a penis?" she asked incredulously, finally realizing what her clitoris now resembled. "You should have *hah* just asked. . . it's not that big-gh of a surprise" Grisha managed in-between moans. "I've taken a few of th-these during my career!"
"Well, not exactly like this one" Cyli purred into Grisha's ear, causing her spine to stiffen a bit in worry. "See, most just give you a very general, humanoid penis. I like the cock's of my mates to be a little more exotic" she finished, her hand still pumping up and down the goblin's pinkish-green member.
Looking down between her legs Grisha could see the shape was definitely different from what she remembered. As the erratic spasms of the potions faded away Grisha could let herself give in to the pleasure once again. "Still, I wish you had just told me" she pouted a little at Cyli, eliciting a soft grin.
"What, and miss the surprised look on your face as your orgasmed without warning?" Cyli kissed Grisha's cheek as the growth in the goblin's groin slowed, then finally stopped. Releasing her hold on the goblin's new shaft Cyli reclined back onto the bed's pillows, spreading her legs slightly as she began to finger her own snatch as Grisha took a moment to familiarize herself with her thick organ.
Grisha's fingers ran up and down the length of her magically summoned girl-cock, comparing it to the many that she had been with in the past. Unlike most it seemed thicker along the shaft, while most she had had her hands on were thicker on the top or more evenly distributed. Yet what truly surprised Grisha was the size of it - the few times she had taken a similar potion she had ended up with an average goblin dick of three to four inches. This one easily passed seven inches and looked truly out of place on the goblin's smaller frame. Turning towards Cyli she let moan escape her lips as her hand slowly jerked herself.
"Are you going to waste that thick piece of meat on your hand, or are you going to come over here and earn your pay" Cyli asked, mock anger entering her voice. Grisha didn't need further encouragement. Sliding over to the spread-eagle elf she placed the tip of her throbbing prick against Cyli's wet sex, a bead of pre dripping down the veined shaft.
Pushing the first inch into Cyli's receptive pussy set both partners to moaning in ecstasy, their bodies quivering uncontrollably. "Mmmm... yes, that's it" Cyli moaned in appreciation, her legs locking around Grisha's back to help pull her in deeper. "Fuck me with that huge cock, girl!"
Eager to experience more Grisha thrust her hips up, forcing more of her shaft into Cyli's warm cunny. Pulling back slightly she thrust again, each time reaching deeper inside the elf's body. The sensation of Cyli's muscles gripping the dick in their tight embrace was intoxicating for the goblin, who found herself growing more impatient to bottom out within the elf. She increased her pace with zealous abandon, realizing that Cyli had been right - they would both enjoy the potions effects a whole lot.
Grisha's thoughts were interrupted as she found her progress interrupted by an obstruction just before she could finish sheathing herself inside Cyli. Reaching a hand down Grisha tried to figure out what was preventing her from reaching her goal. Her long fingers wrapped around something round and hot. . . and something that felt very good to the touch.
Looking down at herself Grisha's eyes widened as she found the base of her girl-cock was swollen out into a ball of red-flushed green the size of her fist. Looking up at Cyli, Grisha felt a sudden chill go down her spin. "So what was different about the potion from the others?" she asked.
"Well the others are just so plain and pedestrian. This is my own creation - it gives the user a canine cock instead."
Erika finally stood up from her table, swaying slightly as she tried to steady herself. After a few moments the room stopped spinning as she felt confident enough to take a few steps. Blinking, the tauren remembered something. Fishing into one of her pockets she produced a small bag of coin. After roughly counting out what looked like the correct change she dropped the coins atop the table, causing them to rattle off of the numerous empty mugs in front of her seat.
Letting out a soft belch Erika cautiously made her way towards the stairs, swaying under the influence of one too many ales. Grabbing a firm hold of the railing Erika began to climb up into the tavern's rooms, hoping she wouldn't get dizzy and topple backwards.
Reaching the top of the stairs Erika let out a relieved sigh, roughly bumping up against the wall to steady herself before moving on. She had only wanted a drink or too to steady her nerves, but Erika had soon found herself drinking as an excuse from facing Zulrea. But she had a plan - she would go see Cyli and ask to sleep in there, so she could face Zulrea tomorrow with a clear and sober mind. Nodding, she began to work her way down the hall towards Cyli's room one step at a time.
"You gave me the penis of a dog!?" Grisha asked incredulously, looking at Cyli with a shocked expression. She didn't know whether to be disgusted, or aroused by just how good it felt.
"Actually it's a worgens, but that doesn't matter" Cyli replied, growing a little impatient with Grisha for having stopped her thrusting. Leaning up the blood elf planted her palms against the goblin's full chest and gave a push, sending her falling onto her back as Cyli herself rose up onto her knees, keeping the cock deep inside her sex the entire time.
Cyli began to bounce herself up and down, Grisha's newly discovered knot slamming into her swollen labia harder each time. Within moment Grisha joined in, matching her thrusts with Cyli's movements. Each time their hips met they could feel the know sinking a fraction further into the elf's pussy, something which surprised Grisha, who had doubted the large obstruction would ever have a chance of fitting.
Rising up until just the head of Grisha's erection was still inside her Cyli let herself drop down hard, slamming into Grisha's hips with a near bruising force. But instead of pain, both women let out loud cries of delight as the knot was forced into Cyli at last, locking the pair together. It was the last straw for them both: their cries turned to ragged moans as they were blasted by explosions of physical nirvana and came together. Cyli could feel her juices showering Grisha's member as her insides were plastered by thick ropes of Grisha's semen, the troublesome knot forming a tight seal that kept anything from escaping.
Cyli was lost to the orgasmic sensations that filled her body. Too long had she denied her cunt the pleasure it needed. Now, she had sweet release.
Suddenly the door to the room slammed open, barely startling the pair caught in the throes of sexual ecstasy. Cyli glanced up and could feel surprise rise up above the mountainous peaks of her pleasure.
"E-Erika?"