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Themes: Consensual, Exhibitionism, Futa, Drunk Sex

Word Count: 4,551

Summary: Talzorah, a Draenei Brewmaster Monk with a bit of a secret nestled between her legs, returns to Dalaran with Fu Zan slung over her shoulder to find it battered but still standing tall. With reconstruction efforts already under way, the Draenei finds herself in one of the few taverns left standing, hoping to find someone to relieve some of her pent up desires with. She just so happens to find Jaina Proudmoore drowning her sorrows of the bar. Not that Talzorah has any idea who the mage that she takes out back and rails in an alley truly is.

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Talzorah can’t help but stare with her one working eye as she walks through the floating mage city. Dalaran has certainly seen better days, but still… the eyepatch wearing Draenei had not expected this. The Burning Legion truly was a threat to them all, a blight that would wipe all that was good and kind and just from this world if it was allowed to continue. But then, as a Draenei, Talzorah knew that better than most.

The Draenei Monk let out a low sigh as she walked with her new staff strung over her shoulder. Fu Zan, the Wanderer’s Companion. It was fitting for the Brewmaster to have such a weapon, at least in her eyes. The Draenei in general had been a nomadic race for so long, though not truly by choice. Chased from their home, the remnants of the Eredar that had eventually taken up the name ‘Draenei’ had raced across the stars, hoping to escape the grasp of their fallen brethren and the Burning Legion.

Yet here it was again. There was no more running to be had, no more wandering. Talzorah had enjoyed her time on Azeroth quite a bit, even going so far as to adopt their customs and their culture, setting aside her armor and her blade for the life of a Brewmaster Monk. It had spoken to her in a way nothing ever had before. Even if their ship was not in ruins, even if they could have run again… Talzorah would not have and ultimately, she liked to think that most other Draenei would not flee either.

Though at this point, it was more a question of WHERE they would flee to, if anything. The Burning Legion was everywhere across the stars, and in the end Azeroth was the only world Talzorah knew of that had actively rebuffed the demonic invasions not once, but multiple times. Yes, this was the place where the Draenei would stand. Beside those in the Alliance… and the Horde.

Still, such heavy thinking after a long day was not really what Talzorah wanted to be doing. She could contemplate the Legion and all that rot tomorrow. For now, Talzorah wanted only one thing. An intact tavern that still had ale to drink and barmaids to grope. Unfortunately, looking through the city as everyone scurries to and fro doing this and that, Talzorah is worried that such a thing does not exist.

People are clearing rubble out of the streets, carefully applying magic-treated water to Fel fires and hunting down the last remnants of the Burning Legion’s invasion forces. Talzorah supposed she should probably help, but she’d already done much that day. A Monk must always know their limits and must always balance combat with meditation. It just so happened that Talzorah’s form of meditation was drinking and fucking, if she could find one or the other… or preferably both.

Talzorah’s remaining eye lights up as she finally comes across a mostly intact building with some sounds of revelry coming inside. There are Gilnean soldiers standing outside of it, out and about in full worgen form. Talzorah looks to the sign and sees the welcome sight of a mug frothing, the universal symbol for a tavern. “The Hero’s Welcome”, its apparently called. Grinning almost giddily, Talzorah slips inside, past the guards.

Talzorah looks around the room for a moment as she stands right inside the door way. The crowd is a motley one, all sorts of races, from all walks of life are present. It’s the Alliance, distilled into its most basic form and it warms her heart to see everyone in good cheer. The crowd is lively instead of somber like one might expect, but not too rowdy. Certainly not enough to start something that will have the hulking Worgen guards outside come in to finish it.

The white haired Draenei Monk turns her one-eyed gaze from the people to the tables themselves, looking for an empty seat that she can slip into and finally get some rest for her tired hooves. This leads her to discovering something rather curious however. In the furthest corner of the tavern, perched on the stool that sits at the very end of the bar, a woman in gold-trimmed white and purple robes sits with her hood up.

Talzorah’s gaze is drawn to her not because of the hood, but because everyone in the tavern is giving her a wide berth, leaving the seats beside her the only ones in the place that are open. Striding closer, Talzorah’s eye rakes even lower and her smile turns a little hungry as she gauges the mystery woman to have quite the nice, fat ass under those robes of hers. That alone piques more than just her interest. Talzorah wants to get a closer look and so she speeds up her pace, swiftly making her way to the empty seat at the hooded woman’s side.

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To say Jaina Proudmoore is in a bad mood would be an understatement. She had been Grand Magus, leader of the Kirin Tor and the Council of Six up until a few hours ago. But then, she couldn’t possibly stay on after what they’d done, now could she? Regardless of the threat posed by the Legion, the Horde had proven themselves to be just as monstrous, time and time again. Letting that kind of scum back into Dalaran was unconscionable and she couldn’t be party to that sort of self-sabotage.

Now though, she held no position, no political power. She’d resigned her position and left Dalaran’s governing body in protest of their vote. Jaina snorted derisively, imagining that they’d more than likely already named Khadgar as the new Grand Magus to replace her. He could have the position. And when the Horde stabbed him in the back, she might just be there to save him, though only time would tell.

Jaina stares at the fairly potent bottle of wine in front of her. She knows she’s drunk, given the bottle is less than half full at this point and the cup in her hand is currently empty once again. Her face is flushed with heat and her vision is just the bit blurry. Who the fuck cares though, right? It’s not like Jaina has anywhere to be tomorrow. She’ll probably find a way to help with the reconstruction efforts in the morning, since Dalaran is still her home, but that will be of her own free will, not a duty that she’s required or expected to do, but something she chooses to do.

… Huh, that thought alone makes her feel a little better. Perhaps that, combined with the wine, is why she’s stunned into silence at first when someone abruptly intrudes on her pity party, sitting down right next to her.

“Barkeep! Give me a tankard of your strongest drink! And I do mean strongest, or I’ll come back there and show you how to brew a REAL drink!”

Jaina’s eyes narrow into slits as she finally, belatedly does react, turning to give the stranger a piece of her mind. Her full lips part and she’s about to speak when she looks into the face of an eyepatch wearing female Draenei and abruptly realizes that this isn’t a stranger at all. Jaina knows this woman, surprisingly enough and she even respects her.

Talzorah had fought in the Siege of Orgrimmar, right on the front lines. She’d helped them break through into the city and she’d stayed with them all the way through Garrosh’s little underground house of horrors, right to the throne room of the mad monster himself. Jaina is about to say something kind, perhaps a ‘thank you for your service’ when Talzorah’s tankard arrives, the Draenei Brewmaster takes a long gulp, and then she gives Jaina a salacious grin.

“Hey there cutie. What’s a fine thing like you hiding under a hood like that?”

Jaina is already flushed from the wine, but she’s fairly certain her cheeks get a lot redder at the Draenei’s blunt come on. And that’s when she realizes it. Talzorah doesn’t recognize her… at all. How can that be? Jaina has been a public face in the Alliance for so long. They’d fought together in the Siege, hadn’t they? Was she misremembering?

Throwing her mind back to those days, Jaina realized that no, she was not misremembering. Instead, it was Talzorah that more than likely had the fault of some memory loss. Jaina had been in the back of each and every fight and thanks to her magic, no one had ever touched her. Her memories of the Siege were crystal clear and from a fringe perspective as well. She’d seen everything, which is how she knew of Talzorah in the first place.

Meanwhile, the Draenei Brewmaster had been right up in the thick of it. She’d taken more than a few beatings throughout the Siege and she’d used her body to block blows that would have killed those of her comrades that were not so stalwart. Jaina could remember seeing Talzorah laid out and covered in bandages after more than one long day of fighting. Even healing magic could not fix everything. The Draenei’s recollections of those days is more than likely vague and Jaina can understand why she perhaps wouldn’t know her.

It actually… feels good. To have someone approach her without any designs regarding her identity. Talzorah is looking at her and Jaina can tell that the Draenei has ulterior motives… yet they’re focused solely on her body, not on Jaina herself. Perhaps being objectified like that shouldn’t have turned her on, but it did just a little. It was nice to be able to pretend she wasn’t who she was, just for a bit.

“So, let’s say you and I get out of here and find somewhere a bit more private.”

The proposition startles a surprised little laugh out of Jaina, but Talzorah just grins wider at her, knowing the difference between mocking and shocked. Jaina finds herself smiling back. Perhaps it’s the wine, perhaps it’s the sheer frustration at her situation. Hell, maybe it’s the feeling in the air that they could all be dead or demon slaves as early as tomorrow. Though if Jaina was put on the spot in that moment, she’d probably say it was the fond memories of watching the big, lavender-skinned Draenei punch Garrosh right in his stupid face repeatedly.

“… Yes, I’d like that.”

Either way, she was doing it. Talzorah’s grin ratchets up a notch and together, both of them finish off their drinks, though Jaina doesn’t even remember pouring herself another glass of wine. When they stand, Jaina is a bit tipsy but able to walk, even as she’s suddenly reminded that Talzorah, being what she is, is a full head taller than her. For a brief second, Jaina is face-to-chest with the very busty Draenei, and then Talzorah’s hand is slipping into one of her own and she’s being led from the tavern.

She’s a little surprised that they’re leaving the place outright, rather than going upstairs to use one of the rooms. It takes her inebriated mind a moment to realize that Talzorah isn’t leading her to another inn or anything like that, but down a relatively clean and intact back alley behind the Militant Mystic store. Once they’re out of sight of the general populace, Talzorah turns back to her and grins roguishly at the look of exasperation and bemusement on Jaina’s face.

“Come on now sweetheart, live a little. Have some fun with me alright?”

The bulky Draenei punctuates this statement by pulling down her leather leggings enough for her large, futa member to pop free. Jaina’s eyes go wide at the sight. She hadn’t even noticed the bulge, though to be fair she hadn’t been looking for it. She knew the Draenei were alien and she’d heard some rumors about some of the females being just as equipped as the males, but holy shit that was the biggest, purplest cock she’d ever seen.

Jaina knew her surprise showed on her face, her jaw had dropped open as she took in the beautiful prick and she hadn’t quite managed to close it yet. Talzorah just grins wider, licking her purple lips.

“Looks like someone likes what they see. What do you think mage? Want to give it a ride?”

Jaina doesn’t answer with words. In short order her shoes and her pants and her panties have been kicked off. Talzorah doesn’t let her get any farther than that, grabbing her up and pinning her against the back wall of the Militant Mystic. Her robes part easily and her bared cunt is open to the futa Draenei as she wraps her legs around the Brewmaster’s waist. The tip of Talzorah’s cock presses against her pussy lips and then a moment later, she’s inside of her.

A cry of pleasure leaves Jaina’s mouth and she immediately bites her tongue to stop anymore sounds from escaping her. One hand grabs Talzorah’s shoulder for support, but the other ultimately has to go to her lips, covering the lower half of her face as the futa Draenei begins to fuck her right then and there in one of Dalaran’s back alleys.

It’s the hottest sexual experience Jaina has ever had, she knows that immediately. It’s no wonder that she cums within only a few minutes, but to be fair, it’s been a while since she’s been able to relieve this kind of pent up stress. Talzorah has caught her at her lowest, but soon the Draenei Monk is happily bringing her to new heights of ecstasy.

By the third orgasm, Jaina’s eyes are beginning to cross from the pleasure and she’s not really able to keep her hand up to cover her mouth any longer. As it drops onto Talzorah’s opposite shoulder, the Draenei solves this problem by smashing her lips against Jaina’s in a deep, rough kiss. The former leader of the Kirin Tor moans wantonly, sounds leaving her throat and entering Talzorah’s as the other woman muffles the noises for Jaina.

Their tongues dance together and soft pink lips give way to purple ones as Talzorah dominates Jaina’s mouth even as she rails into her, pounding her against the wall. For a moment, Jaina wonders at just how strong the Draenei is. She hopes nobody is in the Militant Mystic right now. Its late, so the store very well might be closed. Jaina fears that anyone actually in the store may very well be able to hear a rough pounding on the back wall, causing them to investigate.

Yet, that fear of discovery just makes the experience all the hotter. Jaina Proudmoore had never had any idea she was a bit of an exhibitionist, but here it was, being drawn out of her by a delicious Draenei and her equally tasty futa member. Moaning even louder into Talzorah’s mouth, she finds herself trying to push her hips back against the thrusting Draenei, desperate for Talzorah to take her even deeper.

The Brewmaster’s cock is thick and fat and stretches Jaina wide open in all the right ways. Her pussy walls clench down along the rapidly thrusting member and her insides get slicker and slicker with her arousal and each and every climax that Talzorah draws kicking and screaming out of her. Jaina is left unable to fully comprehend just how good it feels. She really has gone without sex for far too long.

Talzorah is almost mechanical in her movements, grunting even as she kisses Jaina heatedly and grasping tightly at Jaina’s ass in order to keep the beautiful mage from sliding down the wall. Yet when Jaina cums yet again, her eyes rolling fully up in her head and her cunt tightening even harder around Talzorah’s pistoning shaft, it finally becomes too much.

With a shout of her own, Talzorah finally begins to cum, Jaina’s pussy walls managing to milk her release from her. Every last drop of the futa Draenei’s seed ends up deposited inside of Jaina’s womb and after a moment, she realizes that it’s not quite stopping. The human woman’s eyes bulge a bit as she looks down to see her belly distend just a little from the amount of seed that Talzorah ultimately pumps into her. It’s ridiculous and she feels quite literally stuffed with cum as they finally come down from their pleasure highs.

Both women are left panting as Talzorah holds Jaina up against the back wall of Militant Mystic and after a moment Talzorah calms herself enough to grin at the mage.

“Well lover? What do you think of a little alley sex now, hm?”

Jaina flushes with embarrassment and arousal, before getting a naughty little thought in her head. A wicked smile spreads across her face and she directs it back towards the Draenei Monk, even as she begins to gather up her magic for a simple spell.

“I’m willing to concede that it can indeed be quite fun… but now I don’t think either of us are done, are we?”

Talzorah cocks her head to the side at that, before grinning even wider and shaking it back and forth. Her shaft, which had been getting a bit soft in Jaina’s cunt, begins to jump back to attention at the thought of more sex.

“Not by a long shot.”

Smirking, the former leader of the Kirin Tor activates her magic and opens a portal up against the wall that she’s currently pinned against. With nothing holding her on that side anymore, Jaina falls back through the portal and Talzorah comes with her as the mage grips and pulls her along. A yelp leaves the futa Draenei’s lips as they land on a soft bed.

The surprised, dumbfounded Draenei glances around for a moment before giving Jaina a knowing look.

“Your room?”

It is of course. Jaina just nods as she draws Talzorah down into another deep kiss. Then, she pushes the Draenei back rather playfully and gets up, shirking off the rest of her clothing. Talzorah takes this time to do so as well and her leather armor and skimpy undergarments fly to the floor. Soon enough, both women are completely naked and as Talzorah climbs back onto the bed to once again nestle between Jaina’s legs, the mage, feeling a bit impish, spins over onto her back and shakes her big fat bubble butt in the Draenei’s direction.

Licking her lips, Talzorah wastes no time in grabbing onto Jaina’s full buttocks. A life of magic and leadership has not given Jaina an athletic body. She’s certainly not obese by any stretch of the word, but the beautiful mage is ALL curves and NO edges, voluptuous in the extreme as Talzorah quickly discovers. The Draenei’s fingers dig deep into Jaina’s derriere and in return she moans happily as Talzorah kneads her big behind.

A moment later, the monk pierces Jaina’s freshly fucked cunt once again with her cock, this time from behind as she prone bones the beautiful mage. Jaina gasps with delight even as Talzorah leans over her, thrusting into her rhythmically from behind, all while laying her tongue along Jaina’s neck and nibbling at her ears and shoulder. Jaina moans, simply laying on her front and letting the futa Draenei do as she pleased with her.

It felt so damn good to just give up control for a time. She’d allowed Talzorah to talk her into sex and then the alley so damn easily, and now here she was, simply offering her holes to the Draenei to use as the other woman pleased. And use them she was, Talzorah’s big, fat juicy cock pistoning in and out of Jaina’s cunt, never once stopping, never once pausing. A loud moan left the human woman’s lips, but here Jaina knew that no one would hear them. Her quarters were magically sealed, only accessible by her and her alone. No one could enter, no one could listen in.

It was just her, Talzorah, and Talzorah’s tasty futa member. Crying out happily, Jaina orgasms around that member, her pussy walls tightening as it pushes even deeper inside of her. She spreads her legs wide almost as an afterthought and they quickly go bowed as her whole body shakes and spasms beneath Talzorah’s own form, resting above her as it is.

Suddenly, the Draenei pulls free of her cunt. Jaina lets out a whimper of confusion and disappointment, only to yelp when Talzorah abruptly spreads her fat ass wide and presses the tip of her lubed up, slick member against Jaina’s asshole. She doesn’t push in though, not yet.

“You’ve been so good for me sweetie… up for being just a little more adventurous tonight?”

Jaina moans and ultimately gives her affirmation in the form of a head nod. She’ll let this happen, she trusts the Draenei to do it safely. Slowly but surely, Talzorah slides her massive futa prick into Jaina’s poor little asshole. Slowly but surely, she’s speared by that thick piece of meat as Talzorah grunts from the exertion.

“F-Fuck your tight…”

A burst of arousal, pleasure, and surprisingly enough, pride lances through Jaina at that declaration. She appreciates Talzorah’s words for what they are, a compliment and an exclamation of admiration. Soon enough though, Talzorah has managed to fit the majority of her dick inside of Jaina’s ass. That’s when she begins to plow her, prone boning her in an entirely new way now as Jaina lays face down on her bed and takes the greatest butt fucking of her life.

It’s better than she could have expected and Jaina is immediately grateful that she allowed Talzorah to go this far. There’s no pain from the ass fucking, only a strange ‘filled’ sensation that quickly becomes sheer ecstasy as Talzorah takes things up a notch and really begins to plow Jaina’s ass. She feels like she cums at least a dozen times before the Draenei finally finds her second release, but in reality, its only three or four orgasms until she feels Talzorah painting her back and her big bubble butt with as copious an amount of cum as the load she first left in Jaina’s cunt.

Panting heavily, Jaina slowly turns over and smiles up at her Draenei lover, spreading her legs wide and lifting her arms to her.

“More…”

Even as tired as she already is, Jaina can’t help but want to keep going and judging by the excitement in Talzorah’s one working eye, the Draenei agrees with her entirely. They fuck like minks for several hours more and eventually pass out together, Talzorah’s cock still lodged inside Jaina’s cunt.

-x-X-x-

Jaina wakes up to the sun shining through the window of her room. She’s confused for a moment, because she knows she keeps her curtains drawn most of the time. Then the sound of hooves walking across her floor draws her attention to the open door of the restroom and as soon as she lays eyes on the naked Talzorah, she remembers everything.

The Draenei is toweling herself off, having just taken a shower from the looks of things. Glancing down at herself and her bedding, Jaina abruptly feels the need for a shower as well, but she’s afraid Talzorah will leave while she’s in it. Licking her lips, Jaina slowly rises from the bed, marked as it is with their vigorous lovemaking. She’s not sure what she wants to say as she walks naked to Talzorah. The monk ends up speaking anyways, making it a lot easier.

“Sorry lover, but I’ve got to go. The world needs saving and what not and I figure the others back at the Temple of the Five Dawns probably have a few leads for me to follow up on by now. They made me their Champion and what not.”

Jaina isn’t surprised by that knowledge, nor is she surprised by the Draenei’s departure. She smiles a bit sadly.

“You don’t even know my name, do you?”

Talzorah blinks at that before looking guilty and toeing at the floor with her hooves.

“W-Well you don’t know my name ei-!”

“It’s Talzorah.”

That stops the Draenei dead as Jaina approaches her with a grin on her lips.

“Thank you for your service during the Siege of Orgrimmar Talzorah. I could never forget you. As for me, my name is Jaina.”

Even with that said, the human woman can tell that Talzorah STILL has no idea who she is. She really likes that, even now that she’s sober. Jaina can’t help but love the thought of her just being “Jaina the hot mage with the fantastic tits and big bubble butt” in Talzorah’s mind. Yet still, she doesn’t want this to be the end.

When she slowly slides down to her knees in front of Talzorah, the Draenei woman doesn’t stop her. In fact, her futa cock begins to grow to full mast even as Jaina comes face to face with it. She kisses the tip of Talzorah’s dick cutely and then spins the suddenly surprised Draenei around, laying a much deeper ‘kiss’ in between the purple skinned monk’s firm, toned ass.

When she pulls back, Jaina lifts up a glowing blue fingertip and paints a rune on the Draenei’s butt cheek. Once she’s done, the rune flares briefly before fading away as she lays an impish kiss atop it. Only then does Jaina spin a bemused and confused Talzorah back around. Their eyes meet even as Jaina strokes Talzorah’s cock up and down and begins to lay kisses along its side.

“I’ve left my mark on you so that I’ll know whenever you’re in Dalaran Talzorah. I’m expecting you to visit often, do you understand?”

Despite the way the futa Draenei completely took control of the situation the night before, despite the way Jaina let her dominate and fuck her to her heart’s content, it’s very clear in that moment that Jaina’s words are a command and brook no argument. Her past as a leader shines through and all Talzorah can do is nod, her single eye wide as Jaina smiles at the agreement.

“Good… now before you go, we have one last thing to do.”

Jaina eagerly takes Talzorah into her mouth, unable to resist giving the futa Draenei a bit of an incentive to come back soon, in the form of a nice, long blowjob. The former leader of the Kirin Tor bobs her head up and down on Talzorah’s thick, hard cock, her hands wrapping around the Draenei’s waist and drawing her closer in. Eager, enthusiastic moans send vibrations along Talzorah’s shaft that leave the monk groaning with outright need and Jaina’s tongue lashes back and forth along the underside of the thick piece of meat pushing further and further into her mouth.

After a long moment of hesitating right at the point of no return, Jaina bites the bullet. The human woman reaches around Talzorah, grabs her nice firm butt cheeks with both hands, and pulls the Draenei in as she forces herself to take every last inch of Talzorah’s dick right down her throat.

She’s going to make sure the Draenei Monk has every reason to come back and visit her as soon as possible…