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Eversong Woods. Probably the most noble-looking territory of all of Eastern Kingdoms, where it seems the autumn last forever. The colors of auburn dominate this place like it's the only one three local trees can use for their leaves. The air itself seems to be filled with a musky-sweet scent. But it wasn't anything the Naerodorissa was fixated about.

She had the look of a blood elf, just like her steed, which breed could be found only in the continent's north, wearing sturdy, plate armor. The elf herself wore thick-armored plates, adding to the weight, but somehow the horse didn't look even remotely exhausted. Both the elf and animal wore an identical, peculiar medallion around their necks.

The elf scanned her surroundings, finally noticing a trail she looked for, right on the golden-colored grass.

"I've got you, Syra. You're not that subtle after all..."

She wasn't sure if it was because of recklessness or on purpose, but the person she was looking for clearly left a plethora of footprints, leading deeper into the forest. The parts that only feral animals were wandering, while other blood elves left them be.

"Now, where are you..." she muttered, while the trail was getting harder to read. But knowing Syra, it shouldn't be that far away. That elf was many things, including lazy and impatient.

She stopped at the apple tree, sensing there was something strange about that one. The others were full of fruits, but this one looked almost bare. Eventually, her long ears picked something out from between the leaves. Nartodorissa smirked.

"You can come out, Syra. And hide that knife of yours. I can hear you wheezing up there, making more noises than the pregnant cat."

But before anyone came out, the elf heard a loud, powerful flapping of the wings. Ashlyn, an eagle-sized owl dived through the air, before landing on the elf's raised arms. She petted it with her free hand.

"I think I found her by myself. But thanks for the efforts..." she smiled at him, before looking up at the tree again. "I'm losing my patience, Syra!"

Eventually, a rather average, almost stereotypical-looking night elf woman jumped onto the ground, squinting her eyes at the other female. Judging by her dark, leather armor and a pair of long, sharp daggers she was one of the rogues, often hiding in the dark, but sometimes in plain sight. But she was one of the latter.

"Ah, there you are. I hope you didn't lose your appetite. I've brought something from the Stormwind, just for you..." she reached into the bag, pulling out a napkin-covered snack. After revealing it, it showed a single slice of a pumpkin pie.

"They are ripe this year. Maybe I ate a slice or two by myself, but it should be enough for you..." she said, before noticing the other elf's squinted eyes and firm grip around the handles of her weapons. "Oh, for goodness sake. It's me."

The blood elf removed the medallions from around her and steed's neck, suddenly breaking a spell. Like in a blink of an eye, not only their colors changed, but their armors as well. Luckily, the pumpkin pie was left unharmed.

"There we go..." she said.

The high elf was wearing similar garments just like the Syradorana, but with lighter, azure colors stitched on top of each armor piece. Her longbow suddenly replaced the two-hand sword on the back, now placed next to reappeared quiver. The steed itself lost the plates, now standing completely naked. It looked most common as possible, with its brown mane and white coat.

"I had to use them so nobody wouldn't stop me during this trip. Also, those are the reasons why I insisted on this meeting. Also, it's a part of your new assigment."

The night elf took a bite of the pumpkin pie, murmuring to herself. The ranger was completely taken aback, not noticing the disappearance of the pastry.

"How did you... ah, never mind. It's another reason why I've chosen you over a hundred other rouges. I'm just hoping you'll think with your head this time, instead of with your ass..."

The night elf swallowed that sweet treat, now completely content and well-fed. She approached the horse, patting his head gently. The beast winked slowly at her.

"Don't you worry, I will not. Probably. Unless you want me to infiltrate the brothel, which could be interesting..." but Naerodorissa only sighed.

"It is not. The target is not only the noble, who would use their concubines, she's a paladin as well. And definitely, she isn't as lustful as you."

"How can you know that? The repressed women are hottest in bed..." the rogue smirked, always liking to tease higher-ups. It was in her nature as well.

"Enough. Will you listen to the assignment or do I need to wait till you take your head out of your cunt?"

Syra's eyes widened, not hearing a such word from her ever before, meaning it was even more serious. Or perhaps the high elf was too often in Stormwind, where dwarves were influencing everyone's dictionary?

"My apologies. If I didn't want you for this assignment, I wouldn't be here. And you never disappointed me with results, only occasionally with your methods." She said, eventually jumping off the steed, playing idly with the medallions.

"I reckon I'll need to use them? How does it work? Do I look like a particular blood elf in it or...?"

"A one-of-a-kind elf, just like the horse. Do you see the gemstone in the middle? After pressing it while looking directly at someone, you can disguise yourself as that person. And only a humanoid, so forget about disguising as an equine."

"I didn't have that in mind..." she said. I can fuck that horse even without that, she thought. The high elf continued, ignoring her statement.

"You're assigned to capture Valynissra and gather all the pieces of information regarding their Order and the plans with Horde. While they still serve the Light, Silvermoon City is still relied on by the greenskin, so their priorities are switched. You will not miss her, she wears blood-colored, plate armor and rides the steed in similar-looking protection. That's all the intel I can give you."

The other elf was taken aback, surprised at how little information she just got.

"Surely you jest. Not even where she likes to drink or fuck? What about her concubines?"

"Don't even think about it. I know what you're thinking." The high elf lowered her long brows. "You can interrogate her in the city or anywhere else. Just don't let yourself be seen, understood?" The owl on her shoulder hooted at the night elf, emphasizing that statement.

"Of course, boss. I'll not let you down..." Syra took both of the medallions, now ready to go. "What will you do now without a horse now?"

"Oh, don't mind me, I have another task for myself. Once I'm done, I'll find you, hopefully after the interrogation. I don't want to see it..." she said, clearly suspecting what the other elf was thinking.

"Of course, 'sister'. Whatever you say. I'll not let The Guild down..." she bowed, after a sarcastic statement. Despite the long, pointy ears, the high elf ignored that.

*****

"Halt!"

While the guard didn't stop anyone at the main gates of Silvermoon City, Syra was unlucky enough to be chosen randomly out of dozens of other travelers and merchants. But she looked perfectly like a blood-elven warrior, with those heavy, orange-tinted armor. Those elves knew a lot about magic and how to protect themselves from it. But according to Naerodorissa, that plan was completely fool-proof.

"Is there something wrong? Surely it's just my pale skin. I didn't sleep well last night. If you know what I mean..." she winked at the unfazed elf. Indeed, Syra didn't have the usual, purple skin and black hair. The illusion was perfect, making her skin brighter while changing the rest of her body as well.

"Nothing at all, citizen. I only noticed that peculiar medallion around your steed's neck. Is that some sort of new fashion or what? Never seen that before."

"Oh... that..." her heart stopped racing, relieved it was nothing, just something completely trivial. "It's just my family's heirloom. It passes through generations, even the horses'..."

The guard raised his brows, while Syra's skin luckily didn't produce any sweat at the moment. Maybe it was just chit-chat, but anything could ruin her poor disguise. After all, it was only a matter of losing that magic item.

"Peculiar, but whatever. You can go."

After passing the elf, she sighed discretely, finally realizing how difficult this task may get. It's only a matter of time and a single, curious elf till it's all over. She was supposed to inflate the paladin's quarters as well.

Once inside the city, she marveled upon the architecture, marveled by the sight of all those high towers. If anything, it resembled Dalaran City in a way, but with much less magic buzzing inside the ears. Even here the amber colors were part of the surroundings.

She walked through the main street with the equine companion on her side, trying to think fast about the next move. While Syra was a master of improvisation, it was her curse as well. Even a shred of a plan would help out here. And a lot of luck.

Speaking of, the disguised elf couldn't believe her eyes. Bright as day, servant of the Light itself, guided her beast through the city, with head standing tall and looking at everyone with higher authority in the light-blue, shining eyes. Just like the others from the same race, she didn't have any pupils.

Valynissra, sitting on the massive equine beast, lowered her brows while looking at any sign of any disturbance. Even if she wasn't looking directly at Syra, the rogue felt a burning sensation in her heart. And it wasn't the lust this time.

The powerful aura surrounding the paladin could discourage anyone, but Syra couldn't just pack her things and go home. During the war, it was death or victory. And she knew that.

She noticed the paladin went to the nearby stables. before leaving them soon after but without her massive, dangerous companion. It was a great opportunity to follow the noblewoman, but then she remembered something extremely important.

Stable-hand.

Probably lowest of the lowest, with a slightly better life than beggar or convict, often treated not much better than a pile of manure they were showing around. And because of that, people around them were telling each other many secrets, completely ignoring the possibility of being heard by the low-life.

It was a hard decision and instead of doing something completely obvious like following the paladin, she went towards the stables as well, hastening the horse to move quicker.

Once inside, she noticed two young squired, taking care of the blood-colored armor, still on the massive steed. While a good pair of targets, the paladin probably didn't tell them much. Syra would probably learn only the locations where Valunissra could've been. While vital, she needed another kind of information. Juicy, dark secrets.

"Oh, you can't leave your horse here, ma'am. It's only for The Order." A soft, rather hesitant voice came out behind her back. After turning, she saw a scrawny, young elf in worn-of clothing, with dark circles around his eyes. Syra didn't know the blood elves could look like that, feeling a slight hint of compassion towards him.

"Well, I work with The Order, so surely we can think of something. See those medallions? It's from them, after all." She lied through her teeth, showing him the heirlooms. But the elf wasn't convinced.

"I saw anything like that, ma'am. Do you work with Lady Valynissra?"

While they talked, the squired removed the armor completely, lifting it from steed's back, and taking it with them for thorough cleaning.

"It's all yours. Don't disappoint the lady." One of the squired said, not even looking at the stable hand, before leaving both of the elves completely alone. Only equine snorting could be heard.

"Oh, where was I?" she eventually said, looking directly into the boy's eyes. "What if I make it up to you? You scratch my back I scratch yours if you understand that phrase."

The elf nodded, but Syra noticed something different about his gaze. The dim-lighted, purple eyes were excited towards her bosom, only partially covered by the armor. She looked down, then at the boy again.

"Ah, so you like those, hm? What if I give you something you like and then you'll take care of my friend? Maybe even say a thing or two about lady, since you know her so well..."

The elf swallowed audibly, knowing it was incredibly dangerous to disobey the orders. But the large, heavy-looking breasts were so inviting. Suddenly, Syra took his hand and dragged him to the back, towards one of the empty stalls. The brightly blushing boy couldn't believe what was happening.

Once outside of any curious gaze, she smirked at the shorter elf. While Syra was thinking about just sucking him off, even she had some standards. And that hopefully be enough.

"Did you see anything like these before, boy?" Syra removed pieces of her armor, revealing the silk under it, still covering the large, plump bosom. She pulled it down, making the massive globes flop out heavily, now completely exposed. While the medallion could make them any size, Syra decided to make not to change a bit about them, just the color itself.

His eyes widened like his blush, unable to speak. Judging by the outline in his lower garments, it could be the first time he had ever seen those. And it was enough information for the disguised elf.

"You like the view? Now, what about that little favor, hm? And perhaps what you heard from the other elves about lady Valynissra? Or perhaps something out of her mouth as well? But for now, you can have some fun..."

The elf smiled, bringing him closer in a soft, motherly gesture, guiding his head towards one of the already hardened, round nipples. The boy instinctively grasped the other breast, squishing the soft breast with his hand, clearly enjoying himself. His soft lips wrapped around the hard, fleshy bud, sucking on it like a child. The woman murmured.

"Just don't use your teeth, alright? Now, what can you tell me about that paladin, hm?"

*****

The dim light of the quarters barely lightens the nearby bed, adding to the already romantic mood. It was Syra's plan, after all, to make it as enjoyable as possible before she executes her master plan.

Her looks changed significantly. While still disguised as a blood elf, her body was thinner, her bust smaller but the hips somewhat juicer, like widened artificially. After all, she had the looks of one of the concubines, while the real one was left unconscious in the nearby lavatory.

Syra used all the intel from the stable boy, before infiltrating the paladin quarters. Three times per every single week, her target met discreetly with a particular woman, named Keedana. A rather short woman for a blood elf with golden-colored, pixie-cut hair. But there was one, significant problem.

Her cock.

While the illusion magic jumped all the hurdles, it just couldn't change her massive, meaty shaft into shaved pussy. It wouldn't even work, since she did have one in reality. It flabbergasted the night elf since it somewhat functioned for the clothes and even the armor itself. But Syra didn't intend to sleep with the noblewoman, at least till she leaves this dreaded city.

The door was eventually opened, by none other than Naerodosirra herself. Now free from the bloody red plates, not wearing a translucent, silky, incredibly long dress, basically brushing against the floors. For an observer, the elf looked practically naked, with all of her juicy virtues completely exposed. The word 'perfect' wouldn't be an exaggeration, describing each part of her figure with great, symmetrical proportions. The breasts were slightly perked up, with nipples standing proudly and announcing their presence. The curves of her hips and rump while noticeable, weren't much distracting at the same time. And just like the rest of the female blood elves, she had not a single hair, except on the head. With her body, she could easily work as a prostitute, even being the best one in that oldest line of work.

Syra on the other hand, while working as a concubine, looked far more modest than the paladin, since even her bosom was hidden under the azure robe, mostly exposing her quite broad thighs, just like quite long and thin legs, not to mention the jewelry free arms.

"I apologize you had to wait that long, Keedana. I wanted to change for something far more comfortable. I reckon you weren't noticed by any of my colleagues?"

Syra lightly shook her head, not knowing what real Keedana sounded like. She wouldn't have enough time to practice the voice anyway. But the noblewoman smirked.

"Mysterious as always, hm? I would like to play that game. I'll make you reveal all your secrets to me..."

Not waiting any longer, Naerodorissa placed her arms on the bed, before the elves' knees joined as well, staring at the disguised girl like an apex predator with hunger in her eyes. She crawled, little by little, making her back sway like a cat, ready to pounce.

As discreetly as possible, Syra reached into her robe, and the fingers found the item she was looking for. A single hairpin, soaked in extremely potent venom. She tried her best not to sting herself in the thigh, or it would end up badly. In her death or even worse. Dismissal.

"I'm starving. I hope you're already wet for me..." she murmured, while the light coming from her eyes brightened stronger, resembling a wildfire. "I almost forgot how you taste..."

But after she groped the girl between the thin legs, the noblewoman gasped, not believing her senses. The paladin immediately lifted the material of the robe, revealing nothing other than a massive, thick piece of meat. Largest she ever saw in her entire life.

"By the sun, what is this?" Her eyes widened in sheer terror. In normal circumstances, she could blush and be even quite allured by such a sight. But it seems it wasn't the girl she knew. "Who are you, a dirty impostor?"

But before the noblewoman could call for any help, Syra quickly struck, sinking the previously prepared hairpin into her neck. She tried to shout, but Syra covered her mouth, holding the strongly wriggling body from escaping. While strong at first and almost breaking the grip, she quickly succumbed to the venom, losing all her strength.

And then... darkness...

*****

"Lady Naerodorissa. Another night patrol? You're overworking yourself."

During the day, guards at the gate weren't looking into most of the travelers coming to the city. But when the sun comes down, every single citizen has to be checked. With few exceptions.

'Lady' nodded while sitting on her armored steed. On the back, one of her squires was sitting, glaring at the soldier, like he tried to burn him with his bright eyes.

"And you're bringing a companion with you. Quite a feisty one, hm?" Normally he would scold such a brat, but since he belonged to the paladin, the guard tried his best to ignore that behavior.

Because of the helmet, the guard couldn't see Lady's face, but no one else had such plates or a horse. And since he also had quite a pathetic wage, he didn't treat his job as he is supposed to.

They eventually left, while the boy kept his arms behind the horse like were chained together. Once they were past the gate and outside of the guard's vision, the 'Lady' sighed in relief.

"I can't believe that worked. It's a shame I only have two medallions. And I needed a second one for the horse to look just like yours..."

The boy didn't respond, still glaring daggers at the woman, only murmuring under his breath.

"Keep quiet for now. We're almost there..."

After quite a long stroll, they finally reached their destination. It was only several yards from the apple tree, the same one where Syra met with her boss. The woman jumped down from the horse, before helping the boy to drop to the ground as well. She took the blankets and all necessary equipment to build a fire from the steed's satchel, placing them on the ground.

Eventually, the woman removed the medallion from around the beast's neck and one from the squire.

Just after the spell broke, still almost naked, the blood elf paladin collapsed on the ground, gagged and with arms bound with a string. Syra removed her helmet and the rest of the armor pieces, staring down at the noblewoman.

"I don't like to repeat myself, but I still cannot believe that plan worked. Now, let me take care of this. Just don't bite me, okay?" She leaned over, removing the gag from the paladin's mouth. She immediately spat on her face.

"You'll burn for this! The sun itself will boil you alive with its fire. Even your flesh will peel out of your bones. And..."

"Alright, alright. Enough. Nobody can hear you here anyway..." the rogue elf yawned, taking a ripe apple from the satchel, and taking a bite.

The almost naked woman exhaled heavily. Would probably snort like a horse if she wanted and that thought alone made Syra chuckle to herself.

"How dare you laugh at my misery? Or perhaps it's amusing to you, that you'll perish under my wrath?" Even with her hands bound, she still tried to spout threats.

"Oh, it's nothing. I was just thinking about..." then she turned to her, currently unamused horse. "Nevermind. I'll take care of the fire since I don't want you to freeze. Maybe I should've gotten spare clothing for you..."

"Never mind me. What happened to the real Keedana? What did you do to her, long-eared demon?"

"Mine aren't that much longer than yours. And she's completely safe. Probably reeking right now and badly needing a bath, but should be fine."

The night elf used some moss and kindle, on top of quickly found dry branches, to start a relatively small campfire, but it was still better than puffing warm air into hands. The noblewoman positioned herself, facing the fire after wiggling like a worm with arms behind her back.

"Untie me this instant! I don't have a weapon, it's a mistreatment of a prisoner!"

"Don't worry, I'll do it later. Now you're going to tell me everything about The Order and their plans for Eastern Kingdoms. You're currently on Horde's leash, right?"

The blood elf squinted her eyes, making them less fiery. She took a long inhale while swallowing some mucus, before spitting all of it towards rouge's face, missing by a whole yard.

"I'm not going to take any more of your insults. Blood elves on the leash. If only Lor'themar Theron heard you..."

"Then what? But you're right, your tongue isn't loose enough anyway. But I have my special methods..."

She stood up, before approaching her steed and petting his head, then rubbing her cheek against his. Judging by her smirk, the rogue's head was full of mischievous ideas.

"I know you prefer my ass, but it should be something interesting this time, feeling a new kind of hole..." she said quietly to the horse, before kneeling under his belly, slowly massaging the heavy, low-hanging ballsack between the legs. "Those are full. Why you didn't say anything about that?"

Syra kissed the sheath, murmuring with her eyes closed, trying to awaken whatever was hiding inside that thick, large sheath. While the horse snorted, the massive, twenty-inch shaft finally emerged, bobbing powerfully in front of her eyes.

"Wonderful. I almost forgot how it tastes..." Syra chuckled, lightly sucking on the tip, making steed stomp his hind legs nervously with a hint of impatience. She eventually stood up, slapping the horse's thigh lightly.

"You're good to go. I'll lead the way."

"Good for what? This is insanity, what do you think you're doing, demon?"

The rogue said no word this time, bringing the horse closer. She placed the noblewoman onto her knees, spreading the legs wide and lifting the ass upwards, just like the dress to expose it first. The tall, massive steed stood right above her, while the fat shaft throbbed before the rogue's eyes.

"Take a few steps back, sweetheart..." she patted the beast's hind legs, forcing him to retreat. She grasped the long pole with both hands, guiding the broad tip towards the elf's entrance.

"You'll burn for that! It's a disgrace!"

"You're repeating yourself. Stop boring me to death and take it like the holy warrior you are. Just... like... that..." she hummed, slowly shoving the head past the soft petals of the noblewoman's pussy.

Naerodorissa let out a long, deep moan, not expecting such monstrosity to enter her tight, already moist chambers. It swiftly stretched out her tunnel, rubbing painfully against the inner walls, making way for itself.

"Pull it out! I can't take this one!"

"Tsk-tsk. I thought you were capable to take it fully. And what do we have here? It didn't even get past the median ring and you're already wailing like you're getting flayed alive or something." The rouge slapped the woman's ass cheek, clearly amused by this whole situation.

The noblewoman gritted her teeth before biting her lower lip. She silently prayed to the Light, so it could give her all the necessary strength to endure this torture. Suddenly, the gigantic cock vanished from her insides. The woman gasped, not believing her luck. Did the pray work?

"That's enough, you're more than ready. But I'm not..."

Not able to turn her head wide enough, she had no idea what that statement meant. But apparently, it wasn't over just yet. Praying wasn't good enough.

While the horse left them alone, Syra took his place, standing tall before the blood elf's eyes, while the fat, shaft stood proudly, while heavy droplets of precum fell onto the ground. It was somewhat thicker than horses.

"I can't take this one!" She shouted, even after seeing it was 'only' half as long. Still incredibly dangerous for any of her tight orifices.

"Stop acting like a child. It will be fine. Now, open your mouth before I shove it into you. Since you refuse to give me the information I need, I'll completely disgrace you. After all, the worst thing that can happen to a blood elf, is to have a child with a 'worse' elf, am I right?"

Her eyes immediately widened in sheer fear, now seeing what her plan was. Not just humiliating her in front of all those silent trees, but taking away her honor for many generations to come. She shut tight her mouth, even if it wasn't the whole rouge was that interested about.

"Fine, have it your way. I'm going raw." Syra said, slowly walking towards blood elf's back.

"W-wait..." she finally said. While Naerodorissa had no intention to do this, maybe it could buy her some time, she thought.

"Yeeeees?" The night elf asked, while her smile broadened.

"Just... take your time. I don't want you to tear me apart with that fat, filthy prick of yours."

"Good girl..." she harshly patted the paladin's cheek, before guiding the thick shaft past her now-opened lips.

She didn't even try to be gentle, shoving almost the entirety of that cock down her mouth and throat, not caring about her gag reflexes. Her gigantic, heavy ballsack slapped repeatedly against other woman's necks and chins, making mobile, wet noises. The noblewoman could barely breathe through her nose, trying her best not to throw up.

The night elf placed both of her hands on the blood elf's head, locking it in place, while the meat pole clearly outlined itself under the throat. The paladin felt like she was losing not only consciousness, but life as well. Even her eyes lost some of their light. But before passing out, Syra pulled out now completely wet, even harder, and powerfully throbbing shaft. The woman gasped for air, coughing and choking on her saliva and cock juices, before eventually regaining her posture.

"Ah, thanks for that. I don't remember when last time I had a good slut on my dick..."

Naerodorissa tried to calm herself down, praying quietly for her safety and wrath upon all of the night elves. But before uttering one more word out of the sore mouth, she felt something hot against her already gaping pussy.

"It's a shame I have to use that bucket of yours instead of another, smaller, and tight hole. But we have an entire night."

Syradorana thought about asking her again about paladins and Horde but chose not to. That fat cunt was so inviting, she just couldn't leave that opportunity.

"Are you going to warn me or... AAAAAAHH!" The blood elf suddenly yelled, moaning louder than ever before. The ridiculously thick shaft felt like a hammer, pounding into her and spreading already stretched inner walls. She couldn't believe that was even possible.

"I hope you already have a name for our love child, girl. Maybe it will be twins, hm? Or triplets? I just can't wait to see them roaming around in Silvermoon City. But probably not..."

Her gigantic balls contained in that stretched-out, low-hanging ballsack hit the soft ass audibly, while the rogue wheezed, getting close to release. Blood elf's throat already worked quite well on her shaft after all.

"Maybe I should just keep you, as a pet? And for every piece of information you'll be rewarded with more of my meat..." she said, forgetting it was a punishment. The rigid, thick shaft grazed against the painfully twitching clit.

While it felt like forever, the elf eventually pushed the cock all the way, locking herself in, shooting a copious amount of potent seed with each powerful throb of that pole. The paladin screamed, feeling a plethora of different emotions but each burning into her mind. Shame, anger, wrath, and even lust.

Syra collapsed, while the softened shaft shot the last drop of the sticky, pearly white cum, right before when paladin flopped on the side, groaning. They lay near the fire in silence, covered in sweat, breathing heavily. Then...

"I knew it would happen. I just knew it..."

Syra raised her head, looking at no other but the ranger herself. Still indecently exposed, he only smiled.

"Whatever. Is there any left for me?"

The rogue thought she misheard that sentence. Then her mischievous smile only broadened.

"I prepared her just for you..."