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The Last Night (Adult Animated Video)

Finger Sparks and Fireworks!

That evening, Felina became acquainted with a high elven hunter from the Trueshot Lodge in Highmountain; he had traveled far to partake in the Kirin Tor’s famous New Year celebrations. Unfortunately, the mood of their conversation reflected that of the party: it was rather awkward and mundane. But once the Darnassian night elves arrived with their many barrels worth of smuggled arcwine, the festivities quickly took a different turn!

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Fel Friday! Hoarding Crystals!

When Felina caught the blood elven woman sneaking around a local Alliance mine, her first reaction was perhaps more brutal than she would like to admit. Her anger, however, was swiftly quelled upon seeing exactly what sort of crystals the elf had been trying to steal. The sin’dorei was a deadly match, no doubt, but her arms were brimming with purple crystals of various sizes, and she could do nothing but stand helplessly before the infuriated human warlock.

But Felina smirked upon seeing the blood elf’s embarrassed face. “You poor thing, you’re blushing! What have you got there?” She leaned forward, eager to inspect the stolen crystals. The blood elf shrugged, looking down at her feet in shame.

“Oh, I’m sure you know, sweetie. And I think I know what you intend to do with them, too!” She winked flirtatiously, and the elf’s cheeks grew even redder, her freckles blazing with discomfort.

Felina moved closer, close enough for them to feel each others’ breath upon their skin. She stroked the red, elven hair, twirling it between her fingers and whispered: “Don’t be ashamed. I do it too.”

She was, of course, referring to the crystals in the young elf’s arms. Draenic crystals were famous for their variety of uses, but these in particular were mostly sought after for their vibrational properties.

Felina purred as her slender hand ventured underneath the blood elf’s plate armor. “How about,” she whispered, “I show you a trick or two back at my place. These babies do wonders when infused with fel.”

The sin’dorei nodded stiffly, and a shy smile soon followed on her once worried face.

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Fuck Friday! Stormshield Delight!

It was afternoon in Stormshield, and Lekira was admiring the view from the inn’s nearby gazebo. She stared longingly towards the horizon and sighed. Of all the places in Draenor, this gazebo was her favorite. At night, she would come here to gaze at the stars, wondering which of them could be Azeroth, and if, maybe, someone back home was missing her. By day, she would let the sun warm her deep-purple skin, let the ocean breeze blow upon her face and listen to the sounds of the sand scavengers scuttling about on the beach down below. And she would be alone. The wonders of nature were mostly druidic affairs – not something a brutish warrior or a devious rogue would be capable of appreciating.

But Lekira would turn out to be wrong. Since her arrival, she had sensed a presence, and she grew more sure of it as she stood there. A quick spell chanted under her breath revealed, of all things, a blood elven man.

Lekira raised an eyebrow. “So tell me, why do you hide in the shadows like that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he suavely retorted. “I am a rogue. It is what I do. That and I was afraid of how you would react to seeing a blood elf lurking around in your city.”

“Fair point,” Lekira sighed. “Most of my allies refuse to see past old grudges. It’d be wise to stay hidden. But then, no one ever comes here besides me, so there might not be much of a point.”

The blood elf looked at her in slight disbelief. “You wouldn’t call the guards?”

Lekira laughed. “Nah, I am not much for war of any kind, and this gazebo happens to be the point in Stormshield that’s furthest away from the bloodshed in Ashran.”

“I am glad you are not like them. I do not fit well with my allies either. They hold the same resentments as yours, and they do not tend to appreciate beauty the same way as you Alliance folk do.”

“Beauty?”

“Yes, of course!” He gestured around them – to the vines growing on the trellis, the clouds in the sky, the waves upon the sea. “This beauty. It takes me back to my home. To Quel’Thalas. You don’t see these things in Orgrimmar, or Tanaan for that matter.”

Lekira could feel her cheeks grow red. This was rather unexpected. A perceptive rogue, and a Horde, no less. A single ray of sunlight fell upon his face, and her heart began to beat faster. “Well,” she said, “I’d be happy if you kept me company for a while.”

The blood elf smiled. “As would I.”

As they stood there, side by side in the afternoon sun, they talked and laughed. Eventually, an unintentional touch of hands evolved into flirting, and flirting into… Well, you’re a grown-up, you can guess the rest.

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