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What events unfold when a stealthed rogue decides she has no interest in playing the objective?
For a number of days villagers near the base of a large mountain in Western Kalimdor were reporting strange sounds emanating from the crown. At night they could hear raucous cawing that would go on for hours and during the day, in the silhouette of the sun, large, winged creatures could be spotted flying to and from the summit.
Being a small village consisting of mostly farmers, they were too afraid to investigate the mountain proper and instead looked to adventurers to aid them. As luck would have it, a party of five returning from combat in Feralas found themselves passing through their humble settlement, and upon seeing the frightful looks in the villagers eyes, took up the cause with zeal.
Climbing up to the peak carefully, they caught their first glimpse of the creatures that had put the entire village on end. As they had anticipated, a tribe of harpies had taken this mountain for their new home. There was something very strange about these harpies, though. They were unlike any group they had ever seen, being of multiple colours and bearing different markings.
Approaching their roost with weapons drawn, ready to drive the bird-women from the mountain, they discovered an even stranger oddity. These harpies didn’t seem to be hostile in any way shape or form. Never before had they seen a harpy tribe not attack foreigners on sight. Looking around the modest clearing they spotted none of the telltale signs of a harpy roost. No remains of their victims, no skull totems and not even any despoiling of the environment.
Feeling rather bewildered, the party lowered their weapons and immediately upon doing so a white harpy with red markings on her face approached their night elf hunter affectionately. Trying to think of a way to greet the creature, the hunter was taken completely by surprise as the harpy got close to him and pulled down his leg-guards. Unable to contemplate a reaction, the hunter could only look on in total shock as she proceeded to take his member into her mouth.
The rest of his party were not quite as slow to react and realised straight away just exactly how friendly these harpies truly meant to be…
In an attempt to expedite her magical training, Saoirse heads to Dire Maul to see what secrets the Highborne have to offer…
He awoke naked and shackled to the floor of a Silvermoon cell, cursing his own stupidity for allowing himself to be captured. His honour demanded that he fall upon his own sword before allowing himself into the hands of the enemy.
He wasn’t alone in his cell either. A lithe, red lipped and black-haired blood elf stood over him, smirking ever so slightly as he struggled against his manacles.
“You’re not a very good spy, are you?” she said.
Not willing to give her the satisfaction, he remained silent.
“Hiding out in the open and carrying a document with the symbol of Darnassus on it? It’s a wonder you made it to Eversong at all.” She tutted. “Well as you must have guessed, I’ve been sent here to question you.”
“You’ll get nothing from me.” was his reply. He cursed himself again, for breaking his silence so quickly.
“Oh, I think I will. They all reveal their secrets in the end.”
I’ve trained in resisting torture, he thought. If this shrew thinks I’ll submit so easily, she’s got another thing coming.
But she didn’t reach for any torture implements, nor did she even ask any more questions. Instead she began to remove her armour, piece by piece, revealing a perfect pair of breasts and a behind that would turn the most devout of priests against their vows. He could feel himself harden and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Perhaps he didn’t want to.
“I like to have some fun with my captives first.” she purred. “However long you last is how long you postpone the agony that is to come.”
As she mounted his cock, all hope of resisting left him. He knew he would never last as much as five minutes. All he could do was try to break free of his cuffs before he climaxed…