Misadventure by Midnight - ch.4

Author's Note: Something a little different this time! Who all remembers "Under the Moons of Stranglethorn"? Eh? Anyone? Everyone? Well, you may know that that story kinda... didn't... end. There's reasons for that but BLEHHH I don't have time to go into all of that.

What's important is that the main protagonists of that franchise make a strong comeback in this chapter, and I poke a little fun at the old series and how it stacks up to the new one (Misadventures). There's a lot of story, some humor, and a fuckload (hah, I'm funny) of sex, so strap yourselves in and get some coffee or whatever 'cause this is a long one.

[story] [futa/futa/F] [preg, possibly] [vaginal] [anal] [titfuck] [lapdance] [oral] [Hearthstone] [#LongBoiz]

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“And... you made it all the way back to Dalaran?” Valeera blinks, her emerald stare more incredulous than impressed. “Naked?”

“Well, I wasn’t naked after I got to Andu’talah and found a flight path from there,” I attempt a smug grin. The look on Valeera Sanguinar’s face, that look of total shock, had been worth everything I’ve gone through to get that stupid, Naaru-damned staff. All the tentacles, and elves, and demons, and trekking naked through Val’sharah, all of it. Especially considering that it’s not like I actually get to keep the staff.

“Well...” the haughty elf sighs out through her nostils, audibly grinding her teeth, but then glancing down to the curious staff, still laid across the palm of her hand. “Thank you, Jaeya. You’ve done the Uncrowned an incredible service, today, even if...” she pauses again, like she can’t bear to say what she’s about to say. It’s eating her up inside, and after what I’ve been through, I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. “Even if I didn’t have as much faith in you as I should have. You... proved... me wrong.”

While I manage to hold in any sound, my internal squeal is cacophonous. “Thank you,” I say softly, feeling the burn of a blush growing in my cheeks. The gesture is small, but it means the world to me. Something I’ve strived for my entire life. To be honored. To be acknowledged. “What do I do now?”

Valeera sighs. “Now, I have a lot of work ahead of me. Paperwork to fill out. I’ll need to report to the other members of the Uncrowned.” She looks down at the staff again, her slim fingers tightening around its haft. “To be honest, I never expected you to get this. This is a great step forward for us, and it will mean a promotion for you, the extent of which is not yet certain. Check back in with me in a few days, in the Hall of Shadows. Until then...” the blood elf simply shrugs. “Enjoy your time in Dalaran. You’ve earned it.”

She turns, making her way back to the shadows, back to places where I can’t follow, where she can convene with the rest of the underworld elite and deal with the aftermath of acquiring that staff. Still have no fucking clue what the thing does, but it doesn’t matter -- it’s out of my hands now, both literally and figuratively, and I have important business to attend to.

By important business I mean “heavy drinking,” obviously. My ass still hurts from Shaxxus’ tender affections and I am in serious need of some time to unwind. Now, I could grab a drink somewhere in the Hall of Shadows, sure, but before that fabled promotion comes through, nobody’s gonna actually know about what I accomplished, so it’ll be the same old mockery. Hence, my destination is the Hero’s Welcome. ‘Cause... you know. I’m a hero.

And it’s the only tavern in Dalaran that will serve members of the Alliance, but whatever.

Checking myself in the mirror and straightening my clothes -- a pretty scandalous shift made of some scavenged cloth, barely qualifying as “clothes” at all -- I give the secret handshake on the way out and make my way aboveground, to the main city of Dalaran. In a way, it all feels different, feels fresh, like the world is brighter or my eyes are clearer. Those few words, that little bit of acknowledgement, it’s sticking with me like a warm glow. Finally, even if only for a little while, even if it’s only in my own mind, I can feel accomplished and competent, can feel like I’ve overcome impossible odds. The world’s first successful rogue with hooves.

I get a few looks from mages and guards and adventurers alike as I make my way towards the inn. While I’m sure I’m getting them because I’m basically wearing glorified rags, I allow myself to believe that they’re impressed with me, speaking in hushed tones about the dreaded horned rogue. Horned rogue... eh. I need some kind of cool nickname, at some point. Like “Stitches” or whatever.

Wait, no, isn’t that the giant abomination that was killed in Duskwood years and years ago? Maybe not Stitches, then. Whatever. I’ll come up with something.

My tail swishes excitedly behind me as I strut into the Hero’s Welcome, bellying up quickly to the bar and taking a seat, though finding the stool to be decidedly “human-sized” as my butt spills slightly over each side. “Barkeep! A Rumsey Rum!”

“Light or dark?” the bartender makes her way over to me, shooting a small, easy smile. She’s pretty, human, with loose blonde curls and a pleasantly curvy figure. Refreshingly normal, after being fucked by three ten-foot shivarras.

“Dark, of course. Light ice.”

She nods, slinging a rocks-glass filled with dark liquid in my direction before I can even blink. Either she’s damn good at what she does, or she’s cheating, ‘cause I honestly didn’t even see what direction it came from. There’s the obvious problem, of course, of the fact that all my money vanished along with my clothes... but what’s the point in being a rogue if you’re always planning to pay for the things you want? See what I mean?

Inhaling deeply in preparation, I close my eyes and take a long backwards swig from the glass, feeling the nearly-black, cold liquid pour down my throat and immediately spread through my body in a light, tingling burn. This is exactly what I needed, of that I am now quite sure. Some time to actually fucking relax. “Keep them coming, beautiful,” I nod to the bartender once more, gasping as I set the empty glass down on the bartop in front of me, my tail swishing excitedly from side to side.

“How do you expect to pay for a steady supply of rum when you have not a single pocket to keep a coin in?” comes a voice from behind me, and my body stiffens. I might have to blow this pop stand quicker than I originally thought, if someone’s gonna be calling me out.

“A lady never reveals her secrets,” I attempt, swiveling slightly on the stool to look behind me. The voice is coming from a small table at the inn’s dining area, seating two women -- one is a draenei, dark haired, azure skinned, and the other is kaldorei with long blue pigtails. Both still exhibit the apparent youth that their long-lived races provide, but their posture, their eyes, shows their age and experience. I feel like I should know them from somewhere, but can’t quite put my finger on it.

“We know that all too well,” the same voice says, and I see that it belongs to the night elf. “But secrets won’t pay your bar tab.”

I glance from the pair over to the bartender, who’s eyeing me leerily, as if waiting patiently for me to explain that I do in fact have the money that I have absolutely no intention of giving to her. “Tell you what,” the draenei woman says, grinning. Her voice is a little softer, but still belies a long road behind her. “Nari and I are looking for a third player so we can do a three-way game of Hearthstone. Come join us over here, and we’ll cover you.”

Well, can’t ask for much better than that. Free drinks, and the chance to win some money. Wait, I don’t have any money though, so....

Whatever. “Hell yeah, let’s do it.” I hop up off of my seat and head over to the pair’s table, only for them to stand up. “Urm?”

“We’re heading to the gaming room, if we’re gonna do this properly. Need a bigger table,” the elf smirks, ushering me towards a doorway leading to a side wing of the inn. “What’s your name, by the way?”

“Jaeya,” I offer, silently damning myself for having not come up with a cool nickname yet. I follow the two into the other room, which is a little less well-lit, consisting of only a few tables with dividers in between, paper walls of what I can only guess is pandaren make. I pull up a seat and sit down, setting my new drink in front of me. “You?”

“Nariana,” the elf replies, stretching her back out a little as she takes her own seat, setting her mug of beer in front of her to mark it as her spot. “My lovely wife is Mione,” she adds, gesturing to the draenei, who waves politely as she takes her own spot, setting out a few Hearthstone decks and choosing one for herself.

“Oh, you two are married? Rad,” I nod at each of them, taking another swig of my rum and getting comfortable, reaching out with grabby-hands for one of the decks.

“You want Mage or Druid?” Mione says, not offering the deck that she choose for herself. “The Mage one has a lot of mechanicals.”

“Ooh, yeah, gimme. I love the mechanicals,” I say, grabbing the deck and starting to shuffle it. As Nariana grabs the last deck left, I add, “I’ve been meaning to ask, though... ‘cause like, you were totally right, I have no money at all. And since games with no stakes are for kids -- and lame kids at that -- what’re we actually gonna be playing for?”

The two grin at each other, Nariana stifling a chuckle with a long swig from her mug. Mione arches a brow and turns to me, her smirk widening. “Clothes, naturally.”

I blink. While I consider Hearthstone to be one of my few genuinely respectable skills, I’m about as poor in this... alternative, form of currency as I am the regular kind. I glance down at the makeshift wrap of tattered fabric wrapped around me, trying to figure out how many hands I can lose before I’m stripped completely bare.

Then again, most of my activities lately have resulted in nudity, and I’ve been getting kinda used to it. Plus, I am getting free drinks out of the deal. I breathe in deeply and shrug. “Alright, let’s fuckin’ do this.”

A small cheer from both women, and we all start to lay out our cards. Mione’s deck, as it turns out, is a rather nasty Warlock deck focusing on spiders, and it turns out to be exceptionally formidable, quickly answering the question of why she was so possessive of it. The deck is nearly unstoppable. Fortunately, Mione herself is not, and I’m picking apart weaknesses in her play style. Of course, by the end of the first round it’s way too late for that.

“I win,” the other draenei grins. “Time for both of you to take something off. Nari, sweetie, would you like to go first?”

I bite my bottom lip, eyes flickering from the game on the table to the night elf. I take a long sip from my glass until it’s empty once more, setting it on the edge of the table as I fix my gaze on Nariana, who gladly complies with the request -- reaching down to her waist and pulling her loose, black silk shirt up above her head. Considering the respectable size of her breasts, I’m surprised (and impressed) to find that she isn’t wearing a bra at all, her full, round, purple-pink breasts bouncing completely into view. Her nipples are a bit darker and larger than normal, each laced with a metal bar of what appears to be silver or mithral. My throat goes a little dry, and I finally let my eyes drift up from the kaldorei’s tits, back up to her face.

“Your turn,” the elf says, grinning.

“Quick question, um, what time is it?” I say, fiddling some of the loose, makeshift straps keeping my outfit together. I might be able to stretch it out to two full “articles” of clothing, but no more than that.

The two of them eye me for a moment before Mione answers, checking a small pocket-watch kept in the front pocket of her sable, form-fitting leather pants. “Around 11:30,” she estimates before pocketing it again. “Why? Need to run home to mommy?”

“Just curious,” I say, feigning a smile and then stretching my body upward as I unwind a few straps and winding laces that keep the top half of my outfit intact. Slipping them away, I toss it off entirely, revealing nothing underneath but my set of full, milk-white breasts. I glance between myself and Nariana, taking a quick moment to silently judge and compare. Similar size, maybe, or hers are a little bigger -- perhaps heavier, as well. It looks like she’s been through childbirth at some point, perhaps not recently, but at some time in her life.

A little cheer comes from the other ends of the table as I strip down, biting my lower lip and doing a little pose. “Is this what you wanted to see?”

“Now this game’s finally going somewhere,” the night elf said with a smirk. “Who’s up for round two?”

“I am,” I say, now wearing a little smirk of my own as I pour back a swig of my drink. “But this time, I want that deck.” I nod towards Nari’s Druid deck. The night elf shrugs and slides it across the table to me. She has no idea what she’s doing.

“Alright, I won, so I go first...” Mione begins, and the game begins anew. This time, however, it goes much, much differently. As does the game after that, and the game after that.

Picking out the weaknesses in Mione’s playstyle may have required a change of deck, but once that happened, things started going my way. I wasn’t talking shit when I said I was good at Hearthstone, and now I’m proving it. By the end of the next game, Mione’s (beautiful) blue breasts were exposed, and Nariana was down to just her trousers, her boots now joining the growing pile of clothes. After the next game, both of the adventuring wives were down to their panties -- though in Mione’s I couldn’t help but notice a distinctly familiar shape of bulge.

Things were looking up for me; I was on my fourth drink, and the alcohol was humming through my body. The two ladies I was playing with were getting considerably looser as well, giggling and chatting more openly, sharing the stories of their incredibly long lives as we played. Some seriously convoluted shit, too -- a lot of stuff about Sylvanas, and a sin’dorei shut-in, twin daughters that became makeshift illidari, and a bizarre plot about an insane val’kyr. They were a bit miserly with the details on the last one, making me wonder if it actually had a proper ending at all.

All in all, their stories made mine look incredibly grounded by comparison, not that I mind. Nothing wrong with a good, focused, single-character driven story with a grounded timeline, after all. Right?

Ironically, rather than luck, it’s skill that doesn’t last forever -- either that, or Mione and Nariana secretly joined forces to beat me, which considering their plays, definitely makes sense. This time it’s Nariana who wins, and it’s time for the other draenei and I to strip... just shortly after I hear the clock chime midnight. The perfect time for misadventure.

“Looks like you don’t have much left to take off,” Mione teases, then looks down at her own state of undress, consisting only of her white lace panties. “Then again, neither do I. Count of three?”

I narrow my eyes and sit up, chewing the inside of my cheek nervously. Between the alcohol, all the nudity, and the impending complication of my curse acting up, I have a lot to be anxious about. Anxious, or... restless, something like that. “You’re on,” I say back to her, hooking my thumbs in what’s left of my wrappings. “Three....”

“Two....” Mione continues for me.

“...One.” I take a deep breath and the both of us shed our final garment, each revealing the same secret, the thing we both seemed so nervous to expose. Mine, of course, comes from my midnight curse -- while I don’t know the origin of the impressively big, blue girlcock that springs forth from Mione’s panties, I don’t need context to admire it. She’s visibly half-hard from excitement, and... fuck, so am I, and getting stiffer by the second.

“Oh my,” Nariana interjects as the scene gets more tense by the second, a sort of Girlcock Revelation Standoff. “This just got interesting, didn’t it?”

“It certainly did, sweetie,” Mione purrs, her eyes scanning up and down along the entirety of my now completely naked body. “Not to mention the fact that the stakes have changed.”

“Changed...?” I murmur, glancing nervously from side to side. My cock betrays the immediate wandering of my imagination by bobbing upward, stiffening to full size now.

“Well, neither of you have anything left to take off,” Nariana says, idly turning and toying with one of the bars in her nipples. “So either we declare me the official winner... or we raise the stakes.”

I squirm a little, awkwardly trying to cover up my swollen girl-thing with one hand, but that’s no use whatsoever -- it’s way too big. “And what would you suggest they be raised to?”

“If one of us wins,” Nari purrs, pretending she hadn’t had this planned from the beginning. “You’re ours for the night, to do with as we please.”

“And if I win?”

“Then you get to go your way, if you choose to, and you got a free night of drinking out of the deal. Sound fair to you?” Mione says, sealing the offer.

“I don’t see that I have much of a choice,” I murmur, my eyes flickering back and forth to the bare, curvy figures of both women. “Deal me in.”

The next game is a spicy one, though I’m not sure what I’m playing for. A romp with two beautiful women doesn’t sound like a half-bad end cap to the night, to be honest, and my dick appears to agree as it continuously pulsates beneath the table, refusing to go down. Perhaps it’s simply choice and autonomy that drives me, the desire to make my own decisions and mistakes. Honestly, no matter who wins, I feel like there’s only one way this night ends.

I won’t be the one deciding that, however -- while I’d suspected that the two wives were concerting their efforts against me last game, I’m certain of it this time around. From the very beginning, there was never any chance of me winning, and as Mione makes her last attack with a wave of spiders, poisoning my last minion with taunt and spilling over the remaining damage onto me, that becomes incredibly clear. I find my heart start racing, the rum dulling my senses enough that my emotions take control entirely... and I find the whole thing thrilling, exhilirating. I don’t think I’ve ever had this much fun in my life, and with the stakes the way they are, I’m... well, I think that excitement is well-placed.

“I win,” Mione says softly, her eyes locking onto mine, holding them for a long moment. “Sweetie, can you lock the privacy screen, please,” she says to her wife, though her gaze stays on me. Nariana complies, clicking the dark screen shut and isolating us completely from the rest of the inn. Well, as much as a paper divider can ‘completely isolate’ anything, at least.

“S-so, um...” I’m not sure why I’m this nervous, honestly. It’s not like I haven’t been fucked before, and recently at that, but each of my close encounters have been (while appreciated) more or less against my immediate will. This is a little different, I could escape if I wanted to. This isn’t just getting fucked, it’s actually... y’know. Having sex.

“Why don’t you straddle Mione, since you’re both already naked?” Nariana says with a smirk, propping her bare feet up onto the tabletop. “Give me a show, you two. Give me a reason to want to get out of these panties.”

My eyes flicker over to Mione, who’s scooted back a bit in her seat, her legs spreading very slightly. I’m not sure if it’s more comforting or intimidating, but her girlcock is as hard as mine is now, standing up like this throbbing pillar of lust, waiting for me. Biting my lip gently, I walk over to her, swaying my hips and tail a little as I do and spreading my own thighs apart, just enough so that I can fully straddle the (slightly larger, more athletic) draenei.

A quiet whimper escapes me when I feel the first contact of her cock against mine, our two smooth shafts lining up perfectly, pressed between our bodies as I mount Nariana’s wife, facing her and squirming against her a little. “Was this what you had in mind?” I coo quietly, glancing back over to the night elf. I can feel Mione’s breath on my chest, warm, the other woman letting out a little moan of approval.

“Taking a little initiative, nice,” Nari grins, leaning back in her own seat and keeping her eerily icy blue eyes locked on the two of us. “You like the way my wife’s cock feels against yours?” She starts teasing herself idly, gently rubbing one of her pierced nipples with one hand while the other massages two fingers tenderly along the front of her black mageweave panties.

“Y-yeah...” I breathe out softly. I look into Mione’s eyes for a moment, but find it far, far too intimate, glancing back towards Nari, watching her watching me. My tail starts swishing behind me faster than ever, totally unrestricted because of my position and belying my nervousness -- then going completely rigid when Mione reaches between us, wrapping her hand around both of our cocks and squeezing them together gently, starting to slowly stroke them up and down. She leans up a bit as well, nuzzling into my lips but not kissing me, her free hand sliding up along my outer thigh, to my butt, and squeezing that softly. “It feels amazing... it’s so warm, and so... big.” That was true as well -- now that I was flush with Mione’s dick, it became a lot more obvious that she had a size advantage over me, even if it wasn’t a particularly obscene one.

I let out a soft, urgent moan, squeezing my eyes shut and squirming a little more, grinding and rocking into Mione’s lap as she rubs and strokes the two of us. My hips start to rock forward more insistently, my tits bouncing a little each time I thrust my weight forward to slide my cock against the other draenei’s. “By the Naaru,” Mione purrs. “She’s getting quite restless, my love. Do you think she’s ready for more?”

“Already so eager to slip that thick cock of yours into our guest, sweetheart?” Nariana stifles a little giggle, but she’s clearly getting into it as well, rubbing her fingertips against her panties a little faster, a little more desperately. “Mmnn, I have an idea. Turn her around.”

My eyes widen as Mione suddenly takes me by the hips, lifting me up a little and settling me back down in her lap, this time facing away from her and in a much more... compromised, position. Rather than rubbing my cock against hers, her thick blue shaft is now prodding firmly against my back entrance, slick from our mixed precum and rubbing back and forth against my tensed pucker. “H-hey~” I squeak out softly, biting my lip and half-glancing back at Mione. There’s no real point in protesting, though... after all, what am I here for, right? And as big as Mione is, it’s not like I haven’t taken bigger, and recently at that. After Shaxus it will take a lot more to truly intimidate me in terms of things that should and should not go in my butt.

“Ooh, just like that,” Nariana purrs. She’s getting more excited now, climbing up out of her chair and predatorily crawling across the table towards the two of us. I feel Mione’s hands slide up from my stomach to my chest, cupping and firmly groping my tits as she presses that thick, hard dick against my backdoor, lowering my weight onto it and starting to finally ease it inside. I wince and flinch, a little gasp escaping my lips as my own aching girlcock flexes and bobs up. Only a few moments of adjusting, gravity pulling me down a little deeper on that warm rod filling my insides from behind, and I feel Mione’s hips hit my butt.

“Fuck... s-so deep...” I groan quietly, my face screwing up in an anguished expression of pleasure and uncertainty as my asshole quivers and clenches down on the hot column of girlsword that’s been sheathed inside of it. I stretch back a little bit, draping my arms around Mione’s neck and arching my back, my own dick rigid but neglected, bobbing anxiously between my thighs. Strangely, Mione’s holding fairly still inside me, buried deep but not really thrusting.

I learn why after a moment, and start to wonder whether these two have some kind of telepathic bond or if they’ve simply planned this whole thing out. Nariana crawls closer, scooting the chair holding the two of us backwards to give her room before all but mounting me, her icy blue eyes locking onto mine as she climbs into my lap. “You’re so stiff,” she teases, touching the tip of one finger to the precum-dabbed tip of my cock, pressing very lightly but not doing anything that might give me any actual release. “All just from rubbing your cock against my wife’s, hmm? Or does having her dick buried about ten inches in your ass have something to do with this?”

“Umm-m... a... l-little of both...?” I stammer, biting my lip as I arch and squirm, my own restless wiggling getting something of a slow, sporadic rhythm moving as Mione’s dick is jostled in and out of me. I spread my legs a little to make room for the encroaching night elf, setting my hooves clumsily against the arms of the seat and squirming idly as I’m groped and molested, mounted on Mione’s dick like a Winter’s Veil ornament. I feel my cock pulse and jump again as Nari strokes her fingertip down along it, the chair getting amazingly crowded as she straddles me, sandwiching me between herself and her wife.

“Show my wife a good time, little pale girl,” Nari coos, licking playfully along my cheek, pressing forward firmly enough to trap my cock between my stomach and her soaked panties. I can feel the warmth of her womanhood from behind them, sensually inviting but still hidden away until -- I assume -- I’ve earned it. “The happier you make her, the happier I make you... how does that sound, Jaeya?” Her breath’s cool on my cheek, strangely, but I set that thought aside as she distracts me with a soft lick along my throat, her breasts pressing against mine. She’s gyrating her hips a little now, sitting up just enough that she can undulate her athletic, yet curvy figure.

I bite my lip, holding my breath without realizing it, and look up and down Nariana’s body as she undulates in my lap, her hips swaying in figure-8s as she sits up a little more, my view now less of her face and considerably more of her breasts, which... yeah, look just as amazing this close up. I lean in to gently kiss, then carefully bite, one nipple, tugging the metal bar inside of it with my teeth. Pleasure and excitement swelling inside of me, I can’t help but wonder what she has in mind by “making me happier,” and I’m admittedly interested in finding out. Taking a deep breath, I lean back a little bit against Mione, who wraps her arms a little more securely around my waist.

“Nnnn...” I hiss out through my teeth, letting out a desperate moan as I start to shift my hips up, then back down, starting a slow, easy rhythm of back-thrusts as I ride my ass up and down along Mione’s dick, squirming and mewling fitfully as I feel that huge blue cock slide in and out of me, making me feel so blessedly empty before filling me up with hot dick again. My anus spasms and clenches down a little, and I hear Mione moan from behind me, which puts a wide grin on the face of the other draenei’s wife.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Nari says, caressing her arms down my shoulders, across my breasts, my nipples stiffening at her cooling, feather-light touch. I can’t tell if the mounted, makeshift lapdance she’s giving me is for my benefit or hers, as the wet line on her panties is getting wider and longer by the minute, pressed into and lightly grinding against my throbbing girlcock while she teases my senses with her body, numbing the sweetly intense sensation of Mione’s huge shaft easing in and out of my clenching, clinging back hole.

I shudder and twitch, trying to hold back a climax, but Nariana spots the moment of weakness and seizes upon it, sliding down my body as I try to hold back. She kisses lightly along my chest, gently biting one nipple before smooching down my stomach -- then pressing herself into my lap, her legs finding the floor beneath her once more as she squishes those firm, purple-pink tits of hers around my aching cock, squeezing it tightly between them. I let out a strained gasp, biting my lip to try to hold back a scream that will assuredly herald an orgasm, but there’s no use in holding back any longer.

Both wives seize that weakness and take their toll on my body, with Mione thrusting up more deeply into my clenching, quivering ass and Nariana grinding her soft tits up and down along my cock, creating an irresistably sweet pincer-attack of pleasure that results in the complete drenching of the night elf in my cum -- pump after pump of it jolts out of my dick as I spasm and squeal, a volley of the stuff shooting upward like fireworks before falling back down to lace across Nari’s grinning face.

“Mmm...” the elf coos, licking her lip seductively and looking back up at me. “Not bad. I think we made a fun choice with this one, sweetheart.”

“You’re... tellin’ me...” Mione pants, catching her breath and clearly not too far away from a climax of her own. She takes a few more thrusts into me, making me wince and jet out another, weaker, glob of cum that drools down between Nari’s breasts. “Maybe it’s time to see what she can do with her tits, since she got to have some fun with yours,” the other draenei continues. “What do you think, love?”

“I’m fine with whatever you like, as long as I get some fun, too,” Nari replies, standing up now and biting her lip, her hips swaying as she starts to shimmy out of her panties, finally revealing the smooth, wet slit of her pussy. “Actually...” she grins again, a smirk that I’ve come to learn means that the elf has some kind of nasty idea. “Jaeya, sweetie? Hop off of my wife’s dick and sit down, would you?”

I blink as the words take a moment to filter through my ears and into my fogged brain, still having yet to come down from the intensity of climax and, of course, still mounted on Mione’s dick like a trike ornament. Finally, I nod a little, my cock laying stickily against my stomach, doing my best to get my footing (hoofing?) and ease up off of Mione’s shaft, gasping at the sudden feeling of emptiness when that thick thing finally slides out of me.

Taking my hands to help, Nariana leads me up and then sits me back down, purring contently as she straddles me once more -- but this time much more fully, pressing the wet lips of her slit against my shaft and teasing her hips back and forth, sliding that wetness across my girlthing. “You can go again, can’t you?” the elf teases, leaning in to gently bite and tug at my lower lip.

“O-of course I can,” I stammer, caught halfway between exhaustion and pride. Cursed, magic dick or no, my little baby never gives up and never surrenders; whatever dark magic fuels it also steps up to keep it running forever like one of those little mechanical bunnies the gnomes always have. It quickly begins to stir beneath Nariana, stiffening against her again. Slicked with both her juices and my own, she sits up a little bit, her piercing blue eyes locking onto mine as she lowers herself down onto it, her arms wrapping around my shoulders as she sinks down into my lap. The tip of my girlcock presses against and then, after only a moment of resistance, eases inside of her tight cunt, driving in smoothly and -- letting gravity take its toll -- deeply.

“Nnhahh...!” I whimper out, my breath taken away by a few gentle kisses from the elf. She settles herself a little more in my lap, her grasp on me tightening a little until our tits squish together, forming a quarter-wise valley between the two of them that I now realize was Nari’s plan for our positioning all along.

“You wanted to try her boobs out, sweetie?” Nari calls to her wife, who is now anxiously hovering beside us, her ragingly-erect girldick imposingly close to my face. “How do you feel about fucking both of ours?”

“Always reminding me why I love you,” Mione whispers, grinning and tilting down at the waist to clasp Nariana’s lips with her own, the married couple locking one another in a deep, hard kiss that I’m content to watch. I can spy Mione’s tail swishing excitedly behind her, belying her anticipation of what’s about to come.

The kiss breaks off, only for Nari’s lips to gravitate to mine, nipping my lip again before sealing her mouth against mine in the first full, real kiss I’ve shared with one of these two. She squishes her body against me and I feel her body start to rock upwards, then back down, easing her hot, slick pussy around my cock and starting a slow rhythm, which I find myself thrusting slowly up into, working along with her to pick up a rate of thrusting. Losing myself for a long moment in the kiss, I finally feel something prodding at the undersides of my breasts -- then up and between them, squishing between the valley of my and Nari’s plush tits. Stifling a little giggle that ends up changing into an awkwardly excited moan, I glance up at Mione to see her standing above us, one hand tangling in my hair and the other grabbing one of Nari’s pigtails, using us as fulcrums to thrust her own hips upward, the tip of her massive blue dick peeking out from between both of our squished-snug pairs of breasts.

I let out a little gasp as Mione starts to thrust upward, squishing her big blue cock up between us, the tip popping out at each rotation. I smile, then hesitantly lean in to give that tip a little lick each time it rears its head again, drawing a moan from Mione and a nod of approval from Nari, who quickly joins in, lapping at the slick, spongey tip when it pops up between our squished boobs.

We find an easy rhythm in that way, easy enough that it becomes instinctive, thoughts fading away as I release myself to the engine of our thrusting and squirming and pumping and licking, Nari’s tight slit squeezing and convulsing around me as she thrusts up and down in my lap, adding even more friction of our breasts around Mione’s dick as the other draenei thrusts up between us, each time finding two waiting, willing pairs of lips to tease and please her hard cock.

“I-I... I’m gonna... I should...” I stammer, tensing and letting out a shuddering moan as Nariana picks up speed, her tight pussy pumping up and down around me and drawing an inevitable conclusion that I’m a bit too pinned to take care of on my own. And considering that we didn’t bring any kind of protection, either, it might be best if I get out from under the night elf before things go too far. Nari, however, seems unfazed.

“Fucking do it, c-cum in me,” she groans, locking lips with me again in a quick, messy kiss before breaking away to frantically twiddle her tongue around mine. Mione’s thick shaft slides back up between us, this time becoming trapped between our kiss as our tongues slither around it, and I feel Nari seize and spasm around me, a raspy squeal of lust and pleasure escaping her as she climaxes around my dick, forcing an equal and opposite reaction from me as she closes around my cock like a vice. I can only say I warned her, but if she won’t get up, then I have no choice but to unload -- shooting my second sticky load of spunk up and inside of the night elf, shooting deeply into her, flooding her body with my seed.

Mione, of course, also has something to say -- or moan, rather -- about the situation, the thrusting of her hips going so wild now that her tits bounce each time, her shaft rocketing between the compressed valley of our combined cleavage until she finally unleashes a shotgun burst of her own spunk, splattering the stuff over the both of us, lacing our faces and boobs and... shit, I actually think I got some in my hair... but no matter. More important things to worry about, right? My hair’s white anyway. Nobody should notice.

“My turn, squirt,” I hear Mione’s voice from above me as I try to steady myself from the aftershocks of my intense climax, now covered in a thin sheen of sweat from all the “excitement.” I glance up at the other draenei to see she’s still stiff, amazingly, making me wonder if she has a similar condition to my own. I don’t have too much time to worry about it, though, before she wraps her arms around a still-twitching Nariana and pulls her wife off of my lap without the slightest intention of giving the night elf’s pussy an instant of respite.

I take a moment to catch my breath, scooting back a little as the two lovers lock lips in a kiss, Mione laying her wife down with her back on the floor and mounting Nari in a missionary position. I can hear the quiet squelching sound of my own cum as Mione slips her cock back into the night elf’s cunt, filling Nari back up and drawing a blissful, back-arching moan from her as she was invaded once again. “N-not... jealous... are you...?” I hear Nari murmur between kisses from her wife.

Mione simply grins, pausing for a moment and pressing her forehead to Nari’s, pinning the elf to the floor and staying deep inside of her. “Not at all, my love. I just know how fertile you are... and I want to leave it up to interpretation who’s to blame if you end up making us another daughter.”

That’s cute. Sort of. I stifle a smile and just watch the two for a moment, their more enclosed style of making love, leaving little room for a third... unless. I grin, getting back to my hooves and finding my knees wobbling briefly before I find my balance. Moving over behind the two of them, I gently wrap one hand around the base of Mione’s lashing tail, holding it tight and moving it out of the way to reveal a snug blue star that clearly doesn’t see an enormous amount of use. “It’s sweet to see you two bonding,” I tease, coaxing a wad of spit off the tip of my tongue to pool in the clenching pucker of Mione’s back entrance. “Please, don’t let me interrupt.”

I’m being sarcastic, obviously. I totally intend to interrupt and don’t see either of them stopping me. After all, Mione already fucked the living hell out of my asshole, and as they say, payback can be a real bitch. Or, maybe “pain in the ass” would be more apropos. I feel Mione tense and squeal out into her wife’s lips as I press my cock against that tight backdoor, pressing my way past the initial resistance and then inside, mounting Mione and sandwiching her between Nariana and myself.

If anything, my little interception only seems to spur Mione on, and she becomes quite the little firework in between the two of us, thrusting both forward and back -- driving her hard cock into Nari’s pussy and then ramming her ass back against me, respectively. I steady my hooves beneath me, pinning one hand to the floor and using the other to reach between the two, groping and fondling Mione’s breast as I stuff my cock into her backdoor, getting more excited and pumping myself more actively into that soft, round blue butt.

All the sweat and squealing and thrusting continued for a while then, the two wives locked in a hard, moaning kiss while I have my way with the draenei’s rear, realizing that it’s been an unusually long time since I actually fucked anything, rather than being raped or at least dominated. Gotta say, it feels nice... quite nice, and I’m getting closer and closer to the third and final explosion of the evening. I lean down, pressing my boobs against Mione’s back and gently biting the side of her neck, tensing and letting out a hot, growling groan of pleasure as I pick up my pace, rutting hard into her tightly gripping back hole before finally shooting my load inside of it, bolts of white creaminess uselessly filling up Mione’s anus while she, in turn, begins to shoot her wife full of her seed, her cum mixing with mine and coalescing in Nariana’s overworked, yet intensely satisfied, pussy.

I can only imagine all the restless rutting and moaning must be drawing the attention of every patron in the Hero’s Welcome but frankly I don’t much give a fuck. I came here to unwind and that’s exactly what I did. Collapsing now, I find myself panting in a sweaty, cum-drenched pile of ladyflesh as I get squished between Nari and Mione, my cock willing to go onward but the burning in my muscles and racing of my heart telling me I have to stop.

“That was an... impressive... performance...” Nari coos softly. She seems weary, though I notice she isn’t panting the way Mione and I are. Odd. “Remind me to... do this... again... sometime....”

“I agree,” Mione says, letting out a weak, tired giggle as she pulls my prone form up against her, laying my head against her breasts, which is much appreciated on my end. “I haven’t been fucked like that since... goodness me, it’s been quite a while.”

“D-don’t mention it,” I murmur, my eyes drifting shut as I snuggle into Mione’s chest, feeling Nariana’s arms wrap around me from behind and the night elf’s cooling form sidling up behind me. I can feel my mind drifting away from me, exhaustion and satisfaction catching up as I’m cradled between the two adventuring wives’ bodies. “It’s all... good... in... the... hood....”

Silence then. Oblivion. Peace. A nice end to a stressful few days.