Chapter 1 - A Round of Cards

Strings of the aureate harp resounded across the merry interior, accompanied by the enchanted drums, both instruments filled the drinking hall with joyful tune. Seemingly coming from nowhere, it was well known to all those who ever stepped into the high hill alehouse. 

Ever lively, the patrons would often drown the cheerful music beneath noise, beneath the sound of endlessly flowing words and impressingly large tankards slamming against each other, spilling the foamy ale and beer. 

As two proudly filled mugs slammed against each other, decent amount of Nethergarde's Bitter splashed onto the bright table. Potent, alcoholic beverage soon poured down across throats of the gathered duo, filling their bellies. 

"Not bad. But still, Molasess Firewater from Stomper's beats it without a contest." Blood elf smiled in a victorious manner, staring at her companion. "It tastes as if someone mixed hops with mud." Frankly it's worse than piss but that I can keep to myself. 

Elven priestess sighed and shook her head. "As expected from the wayward cousins, no taste at all." Soft fingers grasped the mug once more, rising it into the air. 

"Cheers!“

Steel tankards sang once more, followed by the pleased guzzling of black beer. Valeera exhaled deeply and then slammed her drink onto the table, leaning a bit more on it. "But, given the situation, it may just suffice."

After seventh they all taste the same. Save for Dalaran Noir. It's always horrible. 

"How else." Tyrande scoffed and shook her head again, holding the half empty, or perhaps half full, mug before herself. "But let us not forget. Congratulations on getting in, not many manage to do so. Quite the dedication, to not speak about the ability."

"Five bloody seasons." Rogue pointed her hand at the elf, smiling widely. "Five bloody times I reached Legend and stood there for entire season, even with a decent winrate. All to sit in the Master's Lodge." And to teach you your place, Cousin. 

"All luck, no doubt." Priestess added with an amused, provocative voice and sipped her beer in a more civilized manner, all as they sat in the elevated tavern, far above rest of the city.

Reserved only for the finest players of Azeroth, Master's Lodge hosted only well renowned, proven veterans of Hearthstone, game that took the world by storm. The requirements weren't by any means low and to be allowed to freely walk across the high alehouse was a honor many coveted. 


"Well. I did hear that you beaten Anduin badly last vinterweil. Lion-son still whines about that time when you drew Sap just in time to save yourself." Moonlit eyes squinted softly. "But frankly, you've made no mistakes that game. Bit of luck was there, like a cherry on the cake but your strategy you've baked yourself."

"Very poetic. For a night elf." Sin"dorei gaze, bright with fel, turned even more merry as she raised her tankard, leading to yet another toast between them. Noise of untroubled, eager gulping was to be heard once more, followed by a content exhale of both ladies. Had it not been for years of experience, I wouldn't keep a straight face while drinking this hops-stained dirt.

"Well either way…" Rogue crossed her hands on the table. "I think you owe me something now. Just like you said you would." Lips of the blood elf remained as a wide smile, making Tyrande roll her eyes softly.

No running now priestess. Famous thief thought contently, knowing she is about to get her prize. 

"I suppose." Unkeenly, the moon-blessed elf agreed, knowing that she lost a bet, one she proposed herself. "I shouldn't have accused you of having a taste, even less: of having common sense."

"Please." Valeera scoffed herself. "I can't see how anyone could prefer Nethergarde's piss to actual ale. Beer is made with water, not sludge. Shouldn't have been so overconfident, High Priestess."

"I assume." Elven Queen remained unfazed. 

"So… What do I want as my reward?" Rogue stretched and then cracked her knuckles, staring at the elf, her voice theatrically unsure. "A round of hearthstone with the world champion, lady Tyrande Whisperwind herself? Sounds about fine."

"You barely got to sit in front of me, Sanguinar. Aren't you getting a little cocky?" Elf squinted the moonlit eyes. Her tankard hit the table with force that send queenly bust into a wild motion, causing the grand udders to wiggle.. "I do not enjoy crushing children." Two champions stared against each other, each known for their unique playstyle. 

Chosen of Elune, however, was known for one more thing than just topdecking the right card at every right moment. Lady Whisperwind was well recognized by the natural gifts bestowed upon her by her goddess, two grand udders that adorned her chest, large beyond recognition and always proudly hanging down as the night elf didn’t seem to acknowledge bras. 

But those cow udders won't work on me, Priestess. 

Always accompanied by a vast, nearly outrageously deep cleavage, twin mountains of kaldorei pleasure-flesh were always first to enter the room, always on the sight and seemingly larger every time she was seen. Even more than that, Tyrande seemed to have a rather crushing effect on her enemies, causing almost all but the best to quit after suffering a defeat on her hands. 

"A friendly match, nothing more. Winner gets a favour from the loser, just like with the ale. Perhaps this time you’ll win." Sin’dorei raised her eyebrows in provocative, yet asking manner. 

"Well, if you insist. I suppose I could show you how things are done in the new expansion." High Priestess agreed with calm voice, regaining her composure as if she wasn't wolfing down beer a moment ago. "After all, one must learn from the best. Even if one is a filthy combo player.”

"Wonderful. I will ask the tavern keeper for a set and-" 

"No Sanguinar. We don't play with paper here." Tyrande smiled softly. “We don’t use paper cards in Grandmaster’s Lodge. Now that you’ve been admitted by our little community, you need to keep up with it’s standards.” Shapely elf clapped two times, making her elephantine shake as draenei waitresses instantly got to their table. 

Gray cloth fell down, quickly taking care of the spilled beer, eagerly pulled across the wood by the hooved staff.  Valeera stared at the High Priestess with a little surprised eyes, sometimes losing the moonlit irises as heavily hanging, cobalt shaded busts obstructed her view, pressing against each other when goat servants stretched over the table

Having the counter cleaned in mere seconds, trained draenei disappeared as soon as they arrived, leaving in disturbingly disciplined manner. Ancient, tens of thousands years old servants marched away, their twin udders jumping up and down in unison, as if it was just one of many things they trained day by day. 

“I’m…” Valeera began to speak, unsure what’s happening but her words halted, seeing as winds of magic enveloped the table. Shimmering runes of amethyst and aquamarine shade carpeted the oaken countertop, radiating with arcane that soon began its work. 

Blood elf stared at the cabalistic art, watching as carved, wooden foundation appeared before her, coated in engraved stone frame, everything resembling the base board of Hearthstone. Miniscule bricks materialized themselves with the glow of teleportation, flowing in the air around them and soon descending onto the corners and forming tiny buildings, resembling decorative architecture of the Alliance.

Tyrande smiled and then whispered few words, filling the deck slots with cards and having a few of them appear in her own hand. “As I said, Sanguinar, we’re not playing there with just paper. You haven’t been admitted into the lodge to play like some rank ten.” Night elf smiled, staring at the mesmerized cousin. 

“I…” Valeera blinked. “This is… WoW. I didn’t know that we had such a thing there. I heard that some mages were experimenting but it never went as far.” 

“Of course it didn’t, we actively shut down such attempts. “ High Priestess scoffed. “The elite must be kept elite. Enchanted table boards are exclusive to Grandmaster Lodge and frankly, this thing takes a lot of resources to make. Consider it equal to old Crusader’s enchant.” Waving her hands, she summoned a few floating cards before the rogue. “Large brilliant shards, righteous orbs, things like that..” Elf muttered quietly. 

Keeping it all for yourself. Can't say I'm surprised, you moon cow. 

“Incredible.” Assassin’s hand grasped the floating cards before herself and looked at the sap, turning it around to see the behind. “What is that one? Haven’t seen it before, is it also exclusive to the Lodge?” Her tone turned surprised as she saw the pink, shining cardback. 

Painted to look like a box of chocolates from above, the backside had silken ribbons running near the corners, seemingly keeping the sweet container closed. Gold coated crest of Hearhstone rested in the very center as massive rose flowers whirled around it, adding to the love-soaken style of the card. 

“That? That’s the cardback from the new expansion.” Tyrande looked at the back of her own cards, revealing the two Northshire priestesses in her hand a Mind Control. “Members of the Artists’ Terrace went quite the lengths this time. It’s also going to release during the Valentines.”

“You guys get expansions early?” Valeera raised her eyes onto the elf.

“No, of course not. Maybe a single card to reveal early but nothing more than that.” Priestess answered in rather unfazed tone. “Favouring us when we’re already best is not healthy for the game.”

“Understood.” Long eyebrows of the rogue raised for a moment and then she watched over her own card for a moment. “So how does this entire thing work? Do I need some attunement to the entire thing, speak some incantations or something?” 

“If you can hold the cards, you’re already attuned, just think of something you want to do. We haven’t entered a match yet so you can try out some things ou-” Priestess didn’t even finish as she saw ten cards appearing in the scarlet gloves of her soon-to-be opponent, each shining with the cerise, warm colours. 

With a wide smile on her face, Valeera charged Tyrande’s portrait a few times in a row, dropping the same legendary card over and over, every time returning it to her hand with a Shadowstep. As the black dragons slowly filled the board, night elf stared unfazed as the number on her life crystal grew smaller and smaller. 

Elven queen sighed and then waved her hand, making all the cards disappear. “I see you’re a quick learner, even if that miracle strategy is few years late.” With calm words, she soon returned the summoned board back to it’s template state, with nothing on it but decorative, tiny architecture. 

“It’s incredible. I don’t even need to waste my time on putting the cards down, everything happens on its own, just like I want.” Blood elf rested more onto the table, bending forward and looking at the tiny buildings with a curious eye. “I start to like this place more and more.”

“Oh don’t worry, Sanguinar.” Moonlit eyes squinted softly as full, plum-shaded lips of the High Priestess bent into a heralding smile. “You’ll just get to like it. There is much to show but that after we’re done with our little match. Or maybe are you afraid of the World Champion after all?”

Sin’dorei champion smiled and then took out one of her poison bathed daggers, thrusting it into the table. “I will be your death.”

“Does the death require a moment to think about her deck?” Tyrande asked and waved her hand once more, an act that Valeera already knew to be nothing but a way the elf tried to show off. As moon-blessed bust of the priestess shaken,  enchanted illusions appeared out of thin air, flowing into the elven deck slot and filling it with thirty cards.

“She’s ready to get you right here, right now.” Rogue waved her hand in similar manner, smiling from one ear to the other. Given the grand difference between their natural qualities, frontal qualities of the blood elf haven’t given such a show as their much bigger competitors that belonged to the kaldorei.

It wasn’t to say that the assassin wasn’t gifted herself, scarlet armor did hide a rather respectable pair of ancient breasts, which perhaps were worth something for sin’dorei standards.  Next to the monstrous elven udders, however, they paled in comparison, barely worth laying an eye on.

Blood elf snapped her fingers and suddenly a complete deck of her own appeared in the slot, putting two renowned ladies against each other in a seemingly friendly match of Hearthstone. Tyrande inhaled deeply, rising her chest and with it, the titanic qualities that distinguished her from any other mortal of this world. Pushing her seat a little closer, she exhaled, allowing the grand pillows to fall down and spill across the countertop, almost drowning the very game board. 

Conjured coin appeared in the air, tossed upwards by the arcane energies that catalyzed the cabalistic illusion. Assumingly random and unguided by fate, the doubloon landed seconds after, topped by the insignia of two crossed blades. Assassin was to be the first to take turn. 

Unfazed by the udders of her opponent or the mystic images that served their game, Valeera waved her hand once more. Enchanted cards swiftly left her deck, swooping to her fingers in an instant, allowing her to mulligan for a hand that immediately brought a pleasant smile on her face. “You still can forfeit, Tyrande. There is no shame in being afraid.”

Night elf scoffed as she took a hold of few hands herself. “This confidence is a tacky shield and will fade soon enough”

The match would soon begin in a spectacular manner as enchanted cards swirled in the air and shimmering glow of spells bathed everything in vivid colours, gathering quite the audience in no time as current World Champion faced newest addition to Lodge's elite circle of players. 

Even if the first dozen turns seemed to prove that the ladies are evenly matched, luck slowly began to favor the blood elf, allowing Valeera to slowly develop board control while her hand grew in size, opposite to the owner of monstrous bust, who had to slowly depend on top-decking to keep herself in the game. 

"Your title may change its owner very soon, Lady Whisperwind, should you play like that in the tournament." Sin'dorei smiled as more of her minions filled the board, setting up for a lethal next turn, should the night-cousin be unable to clear it. 

Summoning another card from the pile, Tyrande stared at her own hand, rising eyebrows as only a single card now resided there, brightly shining with the pink back. "Ensured of your victory, aren't you, Sanguinar?“

“There is no card that saves you now." Scarlet lips bent into a pleasant smile as her eyes, shimmering with the fel energies, gazed at the moon blessed champion. "Is the priestess about to forfeit the match?" 

"I am afraid I don't go down so easily Sanguinar." Plum kisser of the renowned elven queen bent into a tiny smirk of her own, as she turned the card around, showing it to the rogue and using just a mere second later.

"Mind Control ain't going to save you, there is no minion that-" 

"It's not for a minion, Sanguinar." Tyrande cut into her words with a sweet voice, like a sugary knife. Valeera blinked as the card perished into purple energies, shooting right towards her face. Feeling as if a wave of warmth ran inside her own head, assassin stared in confusion. 

"W-What was-" Blood elf stuttered, just to have her sentence interrupted once more. Did she just use it on me? 

"That's just how mind control works." Kaldorei Queen spoke with heavier voice, staring at her foe from under the eyelashes. "It binds a person to my will and makes then obey me." 

“I-I know it does, I just..." Sin"dorei muttered and then looked at her own hand, staring at the cards and then downturning her gaze back onto the board. You don't need to teach me, I know when I'm being mind controlled, you lovely cow. She didn't need to be taught basics, she was a champion, even if she was feeling odd right now.

What did I even want to do? Staring at her full board and at the defenseless opponent, she couldn't quite decide what should be her move. Every time she tried to come up with something, her mind suddenly emptied itself, slowly filling some kind of worry as she had the lead just a moment ago. 

"I…” Scarlet-donned thief swallowed deeply, looking up at her opponent. “... skip." She uttered, fully unsure what to do at this very point. Her board was filled with minions but she felt lost, staring at seven confused creatures.. It’s the only way, there’s so many of those.

"You sure about that, Sanguinar?" Tyrande canted her head in amusement, summoning another card from the pile and smiling softly, despite having only one thing to play, alongside not a single minion. 

"I am not going to lose just because I am your mind-slave, Whisperwind." Valeera smiled in an unsure manner, staring at her foe, watching her monstrous, ancient mounds of tit-meat, observing as they hypnotically moved up and down with the deep breath of their owner. Sunwell’s grace, there’s so.. much of those. 

"Plague of Death then." Colossally gifted night elf announced her card, making the fel-tainted cousin watch as her entire board vanished. High Priestess squinted softly, smiling intently at her confused opponent who could only take glowing eyes off the moon-blessed rack and see as her momentum was vanished in a single moment.

The spell, being the strongest board clear that was ever released, removed all minions from the play, silencing them previously to ensure that nothing will be left on the board afterwards. Standing as one of the most widely run cards, the nine-mana cost sorcery was a crucial part of nearly every priest deck, yet for some reason she couldn’t remember it just now. 

Right that’s a card. I forgot about it entirely. W-Why would she even run that, it’s not that good… or was it?

"Just a minor setback. Sure I-” Scarlet lips of the rogue spread to let the words flow, yet it wouldn’t last, given her rival cut into her words like a knife, a razor-sharp blade, even if her words were awfully soothing for a reason.

“Perhaps another beer? Your pretty face is turning a little pale, Sanguinar.” Tyrande spoke in encouraging manner that resonated with her to no end, as if honey was poured over her very soul. Valeera blinked twice, feeling a little calmer but yet far from being in control, especially as it stood impossible to stop eyeing the night-sworn cleavage. There was no certainty in it but she felt as the gap between heavy mountains of purple meat grew only deeper.

She’s right. I just need a beer… A huge, full flagon of ale and everything will be right. Just listen to her and everything will be fine. 

Feeling a little dizzy, she barely noticed when the elf cried for more ale and just stared at the elephantine bust, wondering just how deep the enormous cleavage was. Each of those is larger than her head. They have to be fifteen pounds each.. . Monumental in their nature and heavy no less, kaldorei mounds of pleasure-flesh hanged down, stretching the priestly robes, something that suddenly was striking her to no end. 

“You playing, Sanguinar? Perhaps you need a little help with those?” Helpfully, Lady Whisperwind offered her assistance , making her foe shake the blonde head and downturn fel-tainted gaze onto her own hand. Trying to figure what to do with the cards, she knew that she did play a combo type of a deck but how exactly did it work, she couldn’t just remind herself. 

I… I really may need some help with this. What does that gem in the corner even stand for…?

“Well I um…” Valeera slowly, with shaking hand showed her hand to the night elf, asking with a little begging voice. “What do I do with those…?” Assassin stared at her opponent, extending her hand a little further to let the Priestess examine her cards. Long, green eyebrows of the kaldorei raised softly, as she carefully ran her eyes across what stood shown to her.

“Those are minions.” As if the tables have turned, it was Tyrande now who smiled in encouraging manner, staring at her cousin, who appeared to be lost in the moonlit eyes. “You put them on the board.” 

Hiding her hand once more, Valeera looked at her cards and nodded quietly. “T-Thanks, even if you’re mind controlling me.” Rogue put some of her minions back onto the the gameboard, running out mana and then taking a good fifteen seconds before ending her turn.

“I wouldn’t make you lose, just because I can control you, Sanguinar.” 

Despite her most honest words, things slowly began to turn on the blood elf. She lost her tempo and the advantage, her knowledge seemed to vaporize into thin air and more often than not, she had to rely on the genuine advice of her foe. Even so, it looked only worse and worse for her, only few cards remained in the deck, while her hand started to stand empty. 

Not good, I-I may have to-

Sin'dorei assassin nearly jumped up on her seat as a massive mug was slammed next to her. With a little shaky breath, she turned her eyes onto the monstrous tankard, far larger what they used before, a oaken construction with steel rings, functionally a small barrel. Delivered by the two draenei barmaidens, who now stood on both sides of the elf, it was a sight.

Overfilled, it stood proudly, stuffed with some white thickness she couldn't recognize, much different when it came to smell, the heavy, nearly choking stench of something unspeakably carnal filled the elf in no time, making her swallow the richly flowing saliva. Slovenly filled from the first glance, the flagon was stained all over, allowing her to watch a slowly forming puddle on the ground.

Is that… alcohol? Unaware of the fact that her lips spread softly, she couldn’t do anything else but stare at the monstrous portion of would-seem-to-be alcohol. Heavy, intoxicating scent hanged in the air, soon entirely filling her lungs and making her breathe with nothing else but the succulent brew. 

“It’s called Nethergarde’s Thick.” Words of the night elf were like a bucket of cold water, shattering her trance, forcing the Sin’dorei to look at her cousin in nearly frantical manner. Tyrande’s face seemed to show nothing but soft amusement, mixed with some motherly pity, reason for which she couldn’t find. 

N-Nethergarde’s Thick? She seemed to stutter in her own mind as thoughts grew difficult, short-lived and focused about nothing else but what was now. I-I suppose it fits… By the sun, I couldn’t name it anyhow else.

Rivers of oozing liquid flew down the wooden surface in a slow manner, without any haste, sluggishly growing pool of ivory-shaded thickness. The mug presented itself, by all means, shamelessly overfilled, very level of the white nectar slightly higher than wooden walls, yet so chunky that it would need another good five minutes to fully flow down. 

“It’s the Grandmaster’s Lodge special liquor. While we have played, our lovely barmaidens have worked hard in the kitchen to ejcaulate enough for you to drink.” Queen of the Night Elves explained with a calm tone, pointing with open hand at the monstrous portion of nectarous ooze.

“E-Ejaculated?” Valeera asked with confused voice as it didn’t make any sense, yet her eyes soon widened in a fearful shock as two hot, throbbing rods suddenly sandwiched her from both sides. Inhuman by all means and fat beyond imagination, draenei shafts squeezed her cheeks, their width worthy of a Fel Stallion from Twisting Nether. 

“Yes.” Tyrande agreed with a calm voice, as if explaining the situation to a child. “Nethergarde’s Thick is a special brew combining the cum of two different draenei twins, mixed together for flavour. It’s also served with such tastiness as cum-bathed herbs and jizz-marinated spices.”

“Now our sisters worked hard to cum enough times, all in order to serve you this delicious mug of spunk.” She continued in a simple manner, explaining the dish-drink “It comes straight from there…” With open hand, kaldorei priestess pointed to the side, promoting the cock-squeezed head to turn softly, to move the fel-infused eyes onto the very source.

It is all seed…? You would need entire stables to… Swallowing yet another, perhaps seventh in this short time, load of her own saliva, she stared with disbelief.

Just like the shaft, it was fat beyond common sense, shaded like a dimmed cobalt and somehow flawless. Goat ballsack held two monstrous testicles, vast enough to spread across her face and cover it entirely, likely too colossal to even fit into the barrel-like mug itself. Knowing that her drink didn’t come from just one monster like this but two, she suddenly was wondering no more, sure that hooved sisters would suffice. 

I am to drink five gallons of draenei cum…? That’s not a drink. Why would I even-

“A good mind-slave guzzles down whatever she’s told to guzzle down. Valeera.” Motherly voice reprimanded her, as if knowing her thoughts. “Every member of the Grandmaster’s Lodge has a well rounded taste for such things and knows how to appreciate Nethergarde’s Thick flavour. You should be no different, after all you represent us now, Sanguinar.” 

She is right, I am a part of the lodge now. There is a proper representation to be made. A-And I should obey regardless, I am a mind-slave, even it doesn't mean anything. 

Trapped between two giants, equine rods that made her head look tiny in comparison, she had a stare off with the tankard, all as her cheeks were squeezed from both sides. Nested in this hot spot, she could only grow redder and redder as the heat-radiating monsters rivaled fiery elementals in warmth.

Feeling as the hard tools crushed her from both sides, she slowly extended her tiny hands, staring at the oozing crown of her mug, watching the goat spunk flow down in sluggish manner. 

Grasping it softly from both sides, she could not avoid touching any of the white rivers, feeling as her fingers dipped into sticky nectar, nearly being glued to the wood in the process. Sunwell's grace, it is hot.

"Drink up, Sanguinar. Or do you want to keep your Mistress waiting?" Tyrande asked with somewhat urging voice, what made the elf dig her hands even more into the oozed walls, feeling as the thick cocotion slipped between her fingers, covering them warmly. 

Right, I shouldn't make her wait. I am a mind slave after all. Swallowing her saliva, as if to make space for whatever will flow soon, she inhaled deeply, filling herself even more with the scent of equine meat. 

Her muscles tensed as gallons of seed weren't as easy to raise. With quiet groan of effort, Valeera pulled it to her lips, her nostrils right above the white mass, barraged with most carnal smell she has ever witnessed. So fleshy. 

"Good girl." Tyrande encouraged her pupil, bending a little forward with spread lips. "Drink up." 

I am a good girl. I just need to… Her lips spread softly and she pressed them against the edge, sticking herself to the mug and having first taste of her drink. It was unduly salty, heavy, oozing, barely wanted to make its way past her teeth and bound her taste buds to the vile flavour in an instant. It was disgusting, it was-

"Delicious, isn't it? “

It was delicious, delectable. As tiny fingers took a finer hold, she began to suck in the white thickness, guzzling it down with pure delight. The mug quickly began to lose its heaviness as its contents were poured into hungry, Sin'dorei throat. 

As draenei tool twtiched softly, jumping up and down, more of chunky precum fell onto red hood. Carpeted with dark spots, it shamelessly shined with lamp light reflected in slowly drying precum. Wolfing it down like a hungry animal, she disregarded all of the spilled precum, all of the jizz that dripped onto her. 

Once proudly scarlet, her armor slowly grew in white accents. Rivers of nectar flew down her neck, descending onto unsuspecting breasts and forming a pool in her cleavage. 

Heavy chunks were forced down her throat, one pushing another, ramming its way to eleven belly. With every heavy gulp, she faded away more and more, fel infused eyes rising upwards in mindless manner as if she knew nothing else but to cum-guzzle like an animal. 

It's so good. The choking aroma, the overwhelming scent of seed, she knew it filled her lungs and she wanted to breathe with nothing else. The salty taste, it was delightful, just right, mind-numbingly strong but fitting. 

Feeling as if loads of sisterly jizz filled her belly, she could do nothing else but raise the spunk-mug higher and higher, drowning herself with delicious cum. 

Air grew thin, every tiny break between heavy gulps she spent on inhaling nothing but the carnal aroma as if she had her nose against equine cock itself and wanted to feel nothing else but its heavy stench in her lungs. 

She felt cock fed, as if someone poured a fat bucket of seed on her brain and wasn't stopping. By the very moment the mug was nearly upside down and her tongue didn't catch any more of the thick chunks, those it so hungrily pushed down her throat, her mind was like a melted, cum-bathed goop. 

Drunk with delicious spunk-meal, she suddenly felt hungry for the very source, it was but fresh water and she wanted the crystal clear spring. As if someone heard, or steered, her thoughts, she could hear the entire table be pushed back with loud groan when wooden legs grinded against the floor. 

As soon as the elven rear-mountains of purple flesh were done with making space, Valeera could feel it served beneath her nose. Like with a dog served a bone, she had her nostrils softly spread, inhaling heavily to find out just what sort of meal stood before her.




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