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Once my surprise ended, I set my feet and looked over my shoulder at the person who’d started dragging me. She was the tiny, wild haired woman I’d noticed when the naga first attacked, her hair a mess of dark brown that made it look like she had a bird’s nest for a hairstyle. Her feet were still moving back and forth, but now that I was no longer cooperating, she wasn’t going anywhere.

Turning, she gave a glare that should have been intimidating. With her wild eyes and mad scientist hairdo, she was practically the poster girl for the Alliance’s ‘insane warlock’ propaganda. Instead, I was amused. She looked like a foofy cat that had just been towel dried after a bath.

“I told you to come with me! That doesn’t mean stop in the middle of the hall, Boy!” she snapped, not doing anything to change her grumpy cat look.

“I’d be more cooperative if you told me what this was about, along with your name,” I told her, forcing back the amused smile.

“Deziree. You’re to talk silly rock stuff while I’m doing the incense,” she said before resuming her attempts to drag me.

“Right, that tells me your name but could I have a bit more detail on the rest of it?”

“For Sosho, I read that incense was good for nausea, I have a lot of incense, and she said her talk with you helped earlier, so you’re to distract her with rock talk while I burn the incense.”

Explanation received, I let her drag me along, losing the battle to keep my composure. Her accent placed her as not being from Lordaeron or Alterac, and it sounded vaguely different from the few people I’d met from Stormwind, so I figured she was probably from one of the smaller kingdoms that hadn’t made it into the games in my first life. Either way, she was amusing in the ‘hyperactive, excitable nerd’ way.

I hadn’t seen her directly during the fighting, so she was almost certainly not a melee combatant and her body lacked the sort of physique that would be found on an archer. Some sort of mage, most likely. The schools or forms of magic were a lot less rigid than they were in a game, of any kind, something that surprised me a bit when I first met a mage in the Lordaeron Army who used rock and stone based magics for their specialty.

Those thoughts were pushed aside as Deziree dragged me into a room where Sosho sat, still with the pouch I’d given her. The human woman practically threw me at the maternal tauren, who even looking sick as a dog still caught me with her free arm so I wouldn’t crash into her. Deziree immediately pulled a pouch from her belt and started pouring out a circle of incense on the floor.

“Should you be burning anything on the wood floor?” I asked, a touch concerned.

“Low smoke incense, won’t get hot enough to burn the wood,” she said immediately, before waving her hand, a small flicker of soft green and pink flame flying out to make the incense start to smolder.

“Right…” I said slowly. Well, worse comes to worse, Sosho was holding a bag filled with liquid, as disgusting as it would be. Turning back to the tauren in question, I asked, “So… jewelcrafting?”

Sosho chuckled, “You need not force yourself, any conversation would be welcome.”

I nodded, the smell of mint starting to fill the room as Deziree started mumbling under her breath, flipping through a book. Focusing back on Sosho, I looked her up and down before asking, “Where’d you get the armor?”

“Shattrath,” she answered as I grabbed a chair and sat in it. “From one of the draenei leatherworkers. Their physiology means they make more suitable armors for tauren than most races do. It is their experience with hooved feet and the shape of our legs, though it was a little tight at first.”

“Like breaking in a new pair of boots, I guess,” I mused.

“Exactly! It is still tight in places, but it has served me quite well so I am willing to endure it,” Sosho said.

I raised an eyebrow, before looking over the armor with a more critical eye. It was extremely fine craftsmanship, but I could tell that it was adapted from another design, not one with tauren in mind. The legs in particular seemed almost painted on.

“How often do you wear this armor?” I asked.

“Almost every day,” Sosho answered, the smell of mint in the air from Deziree’s incense growing stronger. “It ties into my ability to take the form of different animals. It is easier, with natural materials, and I travel so frequently, and take alternate forms so much, that it is simply more convenient this way.”

“The armor might be partially to blame for your sea sickness,” I stated bluntly, and she looked at me with surprise.

“Why do you say that?”

Before I could answer, there was a flash of light and a veritable explosion of minty smoke from the circle Deziree had drawn. Both Sosho and I turned to Deziree as the woman coughed and waved the smoke out of her face.

“The fuck did you do?!” I shouted, my hand itching for Truth.

“Relax, I wasn’t going to waste the reagents for a single use while in a non-critical situation, besides it’s just an imp,” Deziree said as the smoke cleared.

“Hardly,” a deep, feminine, and husky voice said from the center of the circle as the smoke cleared.

The three of us stared at the tall, dark purple skinned figure standing in the middle of the room, a pair of upward curving horns growing from her forehead. Green fel tattoos pulsed along her thighs, stomach, shoulders, and face. A black cloth covered her eyes, and her full bust was supported by a black and gold reinforced bra. A loincloth preserved her modesty, a few plates protected her legs, but otherwise her skin was bared. Thick scales ran along the outside of her arms and legs, the former ending with clawed fingers and the latter ending in hooves.

Deziree was the first of us to speak, “…you’re not Hctib Elttil.”

“How observant of you,” the unknown Illidari drawled as she easily walked through the circle.

I stood, moving between her and Sosho, the incantation to summon my armor on my lips, before she pinned me with a look. Even while wearing a blindfold, there was something in her gaze that paralyzed me. In a blur, she moved past me, standing in front of the still rising Sosho. Her arm lashed out, but…

“That should be better,” she said as she stepped back, Sosho rising to her full height only to pause. Sosho moved around a little bit, surprise in her body language, and the Illidari continued, “The seams had too many stitches that were pinching circulation in your extremities and the root of your tail. I suspect you will notice a significant improvement in general health from the cascade effects of improved posture. If I find the one who made such shoddy armor, you can be sure that I will turn their skull into a phylactery. Before I put them through a long, agonizing remedial class where they use their own tanned skin to make it for the skeleton that I will bind them to.”

I found myself nodding in agreement, armor that caused health problems for the wearer was something that seriously offended my pride as a craftsman. I was only at a journeyman’s level of skill when it came to making leather armor, but all the same it pissed me off. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, the fading smell of mint mingling with vanilla, lilac, and a faint undertone of raspberries. It was a pleasant aroma, not one I recognized. Pushing that aside, I refocused on the Illidari.

“Who are you?” I asked her.

She turned to me, her covered eyes seeming to inspect me up and down, before answering, “You may call me Aryema, once of the Illidari. With the destruction of the Black Temple, and my falling into the Nether… I suppose the word that one might use is ‘free agent’?”

My mind briefly went to hockey, and even though I knew that wasn’t what she was referring to (Azeroth didn’t have hockey, and there were too few places with the right climate for my attempts at introducing it to take off), I found myself relaxing.

Aryema turned to look at Deziree, her gaze as inspecting as it had been with me (I have no idea how I could tell that, with the blindfold), before doing the same with Sosho. After a moment, she speaks up again, “The damage caused by the armor, both to your circulation and how you moved to alleviate it, would on its own take nearly six months to heal. I know a tantric ritual that would speed up the process, particularly if all four of us partake. I highly recommend performing it.”

“We will be heading into a combat zone soon,” Deziree pointed out, and I nodded in agreement.

Sosho glanced between the three of us before specifically meeting my and Deziree’s gazes, “I appreciate the offer. Though I should warn you, my anatomy is liable to be unsettling for you. I have been informed that humans are not like most other races in this particular regard.”

I nodded in understanding, “Ah, you have a penis?”

Sosho nodded, and I was about to respond when Aryema’s own response completely floored not just me but Sosho as well, “Everyone in the room does, it does not matter for the ritual.”

Both Sosho and I turned to look at Deziree, who simply shrugged, “It showed up a year or two ago, shortly before I left home. Didn’t affect my studies, actually made peeing more convenient, so I wasn’t bothered by it.”

“Uh huh,” I said slowly, getting some odd vibes from her. That doesn’t seem like something that most would just brush off, but I had been thinking she had mad scientist vibes earlier. I turned back to Sosho, “Regardless, it doesn’t bother me.”

Any response was cut off as there was the sound of fabric hitting the floor, I glanced back to see Deziree had thrown off her sleep shirt and was in the process of taking off her bra, while Aryema already had, showing her full breasts, both nipples with some form of small piercing. With a shrug, I joined them in stripping down. In a few minutes, all four of us were naked, and four pillars of flesh were rising. Three of us were all staring at the dick on Sosho. I had assumed that tauren were big, there were enough crude jokes around taverns about it, but I wasn’t expecting… that! Seriously, I’m no orc but I’m not a small man and that looked to be as thick as my thigh!

Sosho chuckled lightly, a soft smile on her face, “Do not worry, I am aware that I am too large for any of you without extensive preparation. From what I know of tantric magic, this should not interfere.”

Before I could ask what she was planning, there was a cloud of smoke around her, before it cleared to show her in the form of a stag. I let out a quiet sigh, much as I’d have enjoyed it, her cock in tauren form was too big. As a stag, it was still big, but no longer “rectal heart surgery” big.

I was about to ask how we were going to do this, Deziree got on all fours in the middle of the room and started shaking her soft ass back and forth, “Well? Someone get over here and stick it in.”

With a shrug, I knelt behind her, guiding my length to her slit, running the head up and down, before she threw her hips back, burying me in her wet pussy to the hilt. She let out a low groan, “Been ages since I’ve been fucked, Erohw only ever uses my dick.”

I snorted, moments before a fur covered chest pressed against my back, making me lean forward over Deziree. I felt the slick point of Sosho’s cervine cock slid across my ass, before a hand ran through my hair and a purple, flared head was pressed against my lips. Both thrust into me at the same time, as if synchronized.

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Aryema stared down at the human, her Spectral Sight cutting past his flesh to stare at the well of magic within him, trying to understand the strange power well even as his tongue traced the veins and ridges of her cock. The shape shifter was burying herself in his ass, the testicles of her borrowed form slapping against his own. The warlock under him seemed even more distracted than Aryema herself, muttering a series of verbal notes related to tantric magic.

At the moment, she was content to allow the human male to suckle on the head of her length, allowing him to take his time in adjusting and adapting to her size. She was large, though she hadn’t been old enough to have much basis of comparison when she fell into the Nether. Years of slaying and consuming sayaad, nathrezim, and felguards had made her genitals larger and more able in almost every respect. It was only when the shape shifter appeared to have fully embedded herself in his ass that Aryema started to push her hips forwards.

His tongue pressed against the bottom of her shaft, causing the top of its head to rub pleasantly against the roof of his mouth. In spite of her past experience with countless sayaad, Aryema was enjoying herself with this human. Up until his mouth narrowed and he started coughing as she tried to push past the blockage. Frowning, Aryema leaned down, gently rubbing his throat with a tiny amount of fel in her fingers.

His throat, and the blockage halting her progress, opened, allowing the head of her cock to slide further in. He coughed again, another portion of her length sliding inside. Coughing once more, he began to move his tongue along her length, working the underside of her cock as she pushed deeper into his throat.

The deep, rumbling groans that came from the human were far sexier than the ones she heard regularly from the few sayaad or nathrezim she had done this to. Aryema couldn’t help but let out a moan, her body tingling with a mix of pleasure and anticipation. Every inch of her length slid into his throat, filling him completely. Each cough sent a shiver of discomfort down her spine, but she forced herself to continue, wanting to see just how big of a load the human could produce.

Even as he continued to work his tongue along her length, Aryema pulled back slightly, taking her cock out of his throat entirely. Another gasp from the human and she placed her hands upon his shoulders, pushing his head down onto her cock. In response, his mouth opened wider, allowing her length to slide back into his throat, this time coated in saliva.

She didn’t pull back for long, the taste of her length in his mouth enticing her to shove her cock back in, pressing her length against the back of his throat. Once again, Aryema started to push her cock in and out of his throat, feeling him gag and choke. She didn't feed him the entirety of her length, only up to her medial ring. Next time, she would ensure that his chin reached her balls. She had time, she knew that.

Her grip tightened on his shoulders, her claws digging into the meat of them. As she began to truely fuck his throat, the shape shifter increased her own pace. The powerful thrusts from her felsteed-like form drove him harder onto both the warlock and onto Aryema’s own cock. The ring at the back of his throat squeezed on her length as it slid along it, grunts, moans, and other similarly enjoyable sounds sending vibrations through the shaft buried in him.

Satisfied, for the moment, Aryema pulled out, his lips clinging to her as if trying to keep her inside. The flare caught on the back of his teeth, coming free with a loud ‘POP’ that was audible even over the sounds of flesh on flesh. Letting go of his shoulders with one hand, Aryema reached down and pulled the warlock’s head up.

“Hey-mmph!”

Whatever she was going to say was interrupted as Aryema thrust into her mouth. With unexpected speed, Aryema slammed her hips forwards, driving her length into the human warlock’s mouth. Her lips stretched wide, unable to easily accommodate her girth. Her throat constricted around Aryema’s cock, stopping it for an instant before Aryema pulled herself back out of the human’s mouth. She repeated the process several times, each time forcing herself deeper into the tiny warlock’s throat. After a dozen such thrusts, the stretched lips of the warlock finally touched Aryema’s ring.

“Took you long enough,” Aryema muttered to herself as the warlock shivered in pleasure, her eyes crossed to stare at the length in her mouth.

The warlock just gave a long, low moan in response, the sound of liquid hitting the floor accompanying it. He soon grunted, his arms moving to wrap around the warlock, cupping the woman’s breasts, making her moan again on Aryema’s cock. That wasn't the last of the sounds to come from the warlock, either; she continued to make noises of pleasure while Aryema fucked her mouth.

Aryema couldn't take much more of it, though. Her orgasm seemed like it was building, so she pulled out of the warlock's mouth, letting it snap back shut. Leaning down, she grabbed a hold of the man by the hair, lifting his face up to look at her. The warlock had stopped groaning, his eyes focused on Aryema's member. That only lasted long enough for her to thrust into his mouth once again, all but punching past the back of her mouth and letting the flared head lock in place before she began to cum.

“MMMMPH!” his head jerked backwards, the sounds of swallowing echoing throughout the room as Aryema shot ropes of cum into the human's mouth. She kept thrusting until her orgasm faded, withdrawing her cock and letting the cum fall from his lips. He'd swallowed what he could, but most of it fell to the floor, splashing loudly.

The shape shifter let out a long, baying sound, and the human man’s body jerked up slightly. Aryema walked around, being greeted by the sight of her low hanging testicles pulsing and contracting, her own shaft buried in his ass.

Tapping the shape shifter’s flank, Aryema waited for her horned head to turn enough to focus on her before asking, “Swap sides when you finish?”

They considered for a moment, before nodding. Hopping her front legs over the human’s back, the shape shifter walked backwards until the almost spear shaved cock slipped out, a trail of sperm oozing out. Aryema waited for her to get closer to his front, before placing her dick at the slightly gaping hole and pushing against it.

“Hmph,” Aryema grunted, her eyeless gaze following the shape shifter as she walked over to a pocket covered bag, pawed at one until it opened, and reached in with her snout to pull a small pouch of something out.

She walked over to the two humans, dropped the pouch in front of them, and said, “There is a cream in there that will clean my staghood, I would greatly appreciate it if you would rub it on me.”

As the two humans reached for the pouch, Aryema pushed her hips forward, making the man pause and lower his head as the flared cock pressed tightly against his sphincter. Aryema knelt down onto a knee, placing her other leg on the opposite side of him as she pressed harder. She’d thought that having the other futa would have made this easier, but even with that his ass was stubbornly resisting. Her cock was practically bent in half as she worked her hips side to side.

Finally, after a minute or so, the man groaned, his body finally allowing the tip to push past his tight ring. Aryema hissed in relief, forcing her cock further inside. The man groaned again, but Aryema ignored him. Dropping down to all fours, she forced her cock deeper into his ass. It wasn't easy, but not hard work, the human man moaning as Aryema pulled back, then plunging forward again. Once she got past the halfway point, she pulled back, slowly forcing her way in, inch by slow inch. Finally, she was fully inside, her balls resting against the man's own.

“MMMMPH!” Aryema grunted, pushing her hips forwards, savoring the slippery feel of his insides. She slammed her hips forward, driving her cock deep into the man's ass. The human moaned, his hands coming up to grasp at the shape shifter's sides, moments before their own shaft was pushed into his mouth.

Aryema growled lowly, pulling her hips back and then thrusting forwards. The cock in his mouth bobbed, the shape shifter groaning as her entire length disappeared into his throat. She continued moving, picking up speed, pounding his ass, going faster and faster. Soon, it felt like each time she slammed her hips forward, she went flying against the wall behind her. The human man groaned and gasped, the sounds muffled as he sucked on the other cock.

With a roar, Aryema slammed into the man. Her cock exploded, her cum filling the man's ass, the magic innate to her after consuming countless succubi causing her cock to swell in size. The human moaned and mewled, the shape shifter's cock throbbing in his mouth as he felt his ass stretching to accommodate Aryema's rapidly growing dick.

After a few more thrusts, Aryema pulled out, her cock twitching as it left the man's ass, a long stream of cum trailing down his thighs. She turned around, watching as the other futa fucked the man's face, shooting ropes of cum down his throat. Aryema licked her lips, before she turned around, walking over to the bag and scooping out some cream.

Turning away from them, she rubbed the cream on her cock, making sure it was fully coated, before she walked back over to the three of them. Reaching down, Aryema pulled the warlock out from under the man, his cock coming free with a wet squelching sound. The warlock needed no more invitation, hopping behind the man and thrusting in.

Standing next to the shape shifter, Aryema nudged her to the side slightly, before grabbing onto his head and guiding him from the pointed, spear like cock to her own. She was going to get plenty of orgasms from him, one for every year he missed!

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I lay on the bed, panting and feeling way too full. All three ladies had each taken at least two turns with both my mouth and my ass. Was there something in the water onboard? I’d had more sex in the three days I’d been on this ship than in the last… ever! Don’t get me wrong, it was amazing sex, but all the same it was a major adjustment. Even with that, there was still the thing I’d been forgetting when Deziree… oh, right.

Pulling myself to my feet, my throat and entire pelvis more sore than I can remember either ever being, I hobbled over to my pants. Slowly, gingerly, I put them on before making my way over to the wall. Not just for support, but also to open up the porthole and let some air in. A beam of silver moonlight shined through, vivid, bright and… pouty?

Pushing the thought aside, I made my way back to my room to grab the necklace I’d made for Sosho. A quick inspection told me that the enchantment was holding strong, as it should be, and I returned to Sosho’s room. The tauren woman was on the bed when I got back, pulling both Aryema and Deziree (whom I strongly suspected was a worgen, given I know I felt a knot in my ass when she came) into a half cuddle, half hug at the same time.

“Care to join us?” Sosho asked, patting her center with a hand.

“In a moment,” I told her, holding up the necklace. “This is enchanted with minor regenerative magics as well as a boost to general overall health. If Aryema’s adjustments to your armor aren’t enough, this should take care of your nausea.”

With that, I set it on the table, climbed up onto the bed, rested my head against Sosho’s pillowy breasts, and closed my eyes to sleep. The last thing I felt was Aryema’s arm wrapping around my shoulders in a half-hug.