Chapter 5 - Bartering and Trading For Booty

Off the dock and into the proverbial frying pan they were. They had three days maximum in there, before they had to be off on their way to Ratchet. So, for the first day, they were determined to have a good time, and enjoy themselves. Everyone double checked their gold and went looking for what they wanted to buy.

Aeris was irate. She couldn't seem to fathom why all the men were being so sexual, and staring at her breast. To them, they couldn't figure why she was giving them a cold stare, when her boobs were soaked with sweat and about to burst from their confining, tight, pirate shirt. She refused to let this prevent her from achieving what she came here for.

She embarked through the dark, humid alleyways of the merchant swindler city. Past suspicious men and doorways, where she heard weird things occurring. Various people jingled change at her, and raised their eyebrows suggestively, she ignored them, and wiped her brow free of sweat. Her pig-tails had been redone, and she absentmindedly twirled one as she maneuvered the treacherous back ways. Deep in the back, she found the bead door she had been looking for. Famed amongst the females of the Blood Elves was this woman, few went to visit her, but all who did were quite pleased.

Many were afraid to approach the thin female troll, she exuded an unapproachable, exotic feeling, her voodoo ornaments drifting off her like a display. Around her incense burned, wafts of smoke drifting, spiraling into the air. Large pots filled with bubbling liquids spat at any who dared venture a peak at their contents. Aeris thought she saw a flash of a wing from one, and decided it best not to look.

Atop a pile of carpets, surrounded by pillows and looking all the astounding beauty she was told to be, was the troll Vaz. She beckoned Aeris closer. "Child, come closa. If you be here for a reason, speak it, and let Vaz do what she can for you." The friendly smile she gave for Aeris soothed her, more than it probably should have, but what was the likelihood of this being someone dangerous?

"Uhm..." Hawkrider started nervously, staring at the ground, shuffling her feet, "I wish for the treatment that you're popular amongst women for." Her embarrassment spoke more than her words had. Aeris's fingers had knitted themselves together behind her back, resting on the waistband of her pants, which rested lower than it should have really.

"Ah... You be wantin' tha seduction tretment, hmm?" The voodoo lady's smile broadened into a grin, "You don be lookin' like the night girls the others had looked, I won't pry, but can you tell me why?" She leaned a bit toward her customer, hands rapidly reaching and grabbing ingredients from shelves that Aeris had neglected to notice earlier. Leathery wings, eyeballs, skin, bones, odd liquids, organs, finally Aeris stopped looking, choosing not to know what it was she'd be taking.

"Well, there's a man, whom I have feelings for, and he me. And I thought it'd be a nice surprise for him." She nervously looked at herself, and around the room, anywhere but the peering eyes of her server. The witchdoctor laughed to herself, yanking a pot from behind her, and mashing the various things together, all without looking at it. Mixing in incense and some of the other pots, she created a revolting concoction, all the while chanting in the troll language, enticing gods to grant blessings unto the drink.

When all was said and done, she graciously laid the pot before Aeris, who had been staring in wonder at the events unfolding. "The charge will be... Altered for this case." The troll grinned a bit, throwing a small glass sphere, and the grizzled spear-veteran warrior squealed and nearly hit it out of the air, last minute catching it. The voodoo lady chortled again. "Swallow it, and when you apply my creation, I'll watch your fun." She winked a bit, and tossed a small parchment, written in orcish and common, murmuring the word directions as she did so.

Aeris retrieved her pot, popping the sphere into her mouth simultaneously, and then thanking the lady, before easing her way out, and off to find a quiet secluded place amongst the boards and planks and sea-spray of Booty Bay. Down amongst the supports she sat, watching as the sun sank into the maw of the ocean.

In her hands sat the pot and the directions. The parchment detailed this: This pot's contents are to be used as such, you are to lather them all over you body, dip into the ocean three times, arise, drink a fourth of the original bottle, lather yourself once more, and fill up your womanhood with it, then sleep the night as such.

Aeris was dumbfounded, so many awkward things to do. She decided she might as well sleep where she sat, after performing those things, in the hope no one would discover her. Cautiously she stripped out of her clothing, not that there was much to remove, and piled it neatly at the back of one of the railings. From a slightly more forward position, she began coating herself with it. Often checking behind herself to see if anyone was watching. Over her body she ran the oily liquid, and her body shined in the dwindling sunlight. She looked herself over, her boobs may seem large to her own race, but her breasts were smaller than many other races normal size, so was the 'curse' of the sin'dorei, she thought. She was determined to effectively seduce her partner, completely. As such, she had sought out Vaz, the voodoo witch.

From her she had taken this liquid, which was supposedly capable of increasing bust size, and overall body appeal of women. She hoped it would put a bit of meat on her, she was irate with her own tiny body. She leapt off the beam, and into the calm gulf of water, not far below her. She sank into the water, eyes closed tightly, bubbles spraying about her. Aeris repelled, shooting back upward off a rock, and managed to catch the bar, a breath of air entering her lungs, she spun, and dove again, the moon's rising form lighting her body up in a lightning bolt white hue.

Water enclosed her once more, and once more she propelled, her sealed lips undoing themselves for a moment, to catch a quick wisp of air, before the did it once more. Plunging into dark depths of the nighttime sea.

As she rose the last time, she swung herself onto the extending pillar. There she lay for a moment, breathing deeply to the sound of gulls above her, and sea spray from the rocks a ways off. She stood up slowly, and nearly slipped on the wet wood, catching herself barely. Cautiously she padded her way to the bottle. Judging by eye, she drank roughly a fourth of the bottle.

The liquid was a pasty-green, and ran down smooth, but tasted horrible the whole time. It tasted as if someone had fed her discolored lynx droppings. Controlling her gag reflex, Aeris managed to avoid heaving up the fluid. Following a deep breath, she lifted a chunk of it, and began to coat herself once more. All over her body it ran, this time, it did not turn oily, but instead coated her body like a paint. Hardly able to breath, she lay back against the rock wall, and spread her legs. Slowly she up-ended the bottle into herself, gasping at the cold touch. As the bottle emptied, her hole capped out, and she reclined, finding a comfortable place. Near-by, her clothes suffered the salt spray, soaking them.
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On the next morn, shafts of the dawning sun pierced through the mist of her sleep, but she couldn't open her eyes, for the sun was right in them. Clumsily, she stood up, and collected her clothing. Bundled in her arm, she felt her way to 'land', the board and planks of the city, and dressed herself. Or attempted, try as she might, she couldn't fit the shirt onto herself. She fought with it. The cloth had worked yesterday, why not today? She eventually gave up, and took a step, only to trip, her pants were around her ankles. What the hell was up?

Aeris turned her back to the sun for a good minute, then opened her eyes. She was astounded. Her boobs were noticeably larger, sitting a decent away from her body, she gaped at them. Realizing what she was doing, she looked away, embarrassed. Ponderous, she looked past her larger breasts, to discover the cause for the pants constant falling, only to realize, that she had forgotten to tighten her belt! In reality, she had filled out a bit, she was thicker around her muscles, and appeared slightly more like a Night Elf than a Blood Elf. She didn't let this discourage her, and after fighting with her clothes, managed to dress her self, if barely.

Hawkrider walked with the utmost slowness, if she ran, she was afraid her orbs would bounce right out of the shirt. So slowly she stalked through the near empty morning streets of the Thieves' Den that was Booty Bay. When she thought no one was looking, she would glance at herself in wonder, murmuring astonished compliments about troll magic.

The inn they had requested residence was still in slumber, at this time of the morning, so Aeris managed to slip in unmolested. Up the stairs, round the corner she turned, across the bridge, and into the rooms. Locating her own, she pried it open, and slipped inside. She could create some story of how she slipped in late, to disguise her vanishing.

Unfortunately for her master plan, there was a bit of a surprise in her bed for her. Aeris nearly yelped, barely covering her mouth, as she felt something in the bed, when she tried to lay down.

Her hand probed the sheets, searching for the cause of her distress. What she found was a passed out Roul, who awoken to her feeling him. "Wha-?" He mumbled in early morning speech. She hissed a 'shh' noise. He seemed to sober when he realized who it was. She lit one of the candles in the room, and light extended its grasp throughout the room. He starred at her, looking her up and down, rubbing her eyes and looking again. "What happened?" He inquired, peering at her.

She stuck her tongue out at him, "You'll find out another time, maybe." She whispered to him, her already strained clothing being relieved, as she popped out of it, and into loose sleep clothes. She slid into the bed, and curled up attached to his arm. "Mmm." She murmur, rubbing her head against his shoulder.

"Well, I can feel something's changed." He turned to her with an expectant look in his eyes.

"Oh? In what part of you are you feeling it?" She tossed back, a playful, toying look in her grin and eyes.

"Quite a few, but at the moment? My arm." She looked down, and then stared at him slightly miffed. Her breasts were squeezed against his arm.

"What is it you feel, O' wise observer of all things unbeknown to us common mortals?" She replied sarcastically.

He snickered a bit, "They're bigger."

"Well at least you noticed!" She giggled with him, shifting to lay on top of him, face just below his, looking up at him. "I've not changed a whole lot, but I did a few things to myself... More appealing, let's say, to you." She whispered, with a seductive note discernible.

"Well, someone's feisty in the morning, but I'm too tired to do any shenanigans, sorry dear." He sighed, almost disappointingly. "I was up all night waiting for you."

She cooed at him, "Aw, how sweet, my night in shining armor, with a lamp to guide me through the dark streets, that I might not get lost?"

"You're sure cranky this early." He mumbled with a frown.

"I'm sorry." She pouted her lips at him, "Is there anything I can do to make up for it?" She purred against him.

"Yeah, let me sleep." He said, a note that sentenced the conversation to quiet grumbles from Aeris, as Brightfinger dozed. She kept her location, but changed herself to straddling him, a finger doodling on his exposed skin, while he slept. When at last he woke, he faked continued sleep. Why? Because he could hear Aeris fantasizing on top of him. Her hips shifted over his pelvis, and she would exchange words, some in her tone, others in a deep tone. Many times they would exchange the names Aeris and Roul. He resisted the urge to laugh at her.

Slowly, so slowly, that she might notice, he drifted one hand across the covers, atop his stomach, and down to just underneath his partner. Just a crack, his eye opened, he could see she had undressed herself, and her own eyes were closed, as she ensnared herself in her own fantasy. Her hands were both playing with her obviously larger breasts.

His hand shot up, finger easing into his partner's opening. He opened his eyes, and began moving his fingers in piston-like motions. Her eyes snapped open, and she eyed him. "How long have you-" She interrupted herself, letting out a noise from her throat, "-you been awake?" She asked innocently, slightly red and nervous.

"Enough to hear what you were wanting." He remarked, eyebrows raising for a moment, a smirk on his face. She teasingly swatted him, and he added a finger.

"Ah. That's the spot. I understand why they gave you your last name." She nodded, as his fingers continued toying around inside her.

"Aeris. They didn't give me my last name, I was born with it."

"I know, I was- Argh. Fine. Your last name fits your capability." She fit through her moans, which came with increasing frequency, as a third finger slipped its way in. "Ahn..." She whispered, laying across him, a light smile on her features, a soft blush across her cheeks. "You are good! Real good."

"And imagine, that's just my fingers, dear little one." He murmured, hand caressing her breast, as both hers now occupied his shoulders. Her fingers gripped the muscle tightly, her breath coming in short pants. Her body was all ready warmed up from her fantasy, and now it was sweating.

Snickering, she stared at him and murmured, "Going to teach the soldier whose in charge, you think?" She taunted him, a soft, cool lick of her tongue across his cheek.

"Ah, it would appear I am going to have to discipline you." He grinned wickedly, and shoved his hand into her, quickly and deeply. She rocked forward on a low moan, orgasm shaking her. "Now then." Roul murmured to her, flipping his trousers open.

She leapt off of him and danced away, playful grin on her face, though her breath came in pants, and she was naked, she held herself with pride, "Naught naughty, not during the day. You can have more fun at night." She slipped her clothes on and dashed off before he could catch her.

Shaking his head, he lay back in the bed, wiping his dripping fingers on the cloth around him.
~
Later that day, Walter reassembled everyone in the bar. Aeris was surprised to see how strictly he held everything together, and how he and Jennifer acted in public, verses what she had seen on the ship. He then told them he was chartering a boat for Ratchet, but needed us all present, in armor and weapon, to appear as professional and 'convincing' as possible. So each donned battle gear, and marched out, weapons slung across backs and hips.

Aeris was very thankful for the breast restrainer the military issued all women, it was about the only reason she was able to continue keeping that mail armor on. Clickity-Clack they trooped down into Ship Control building. Single file they marched into the office and lined up across the wall, still and as disciplined as assassins they sat in stony silence.

Walter stepped forward and spoke with the Goblin in the room. The room was enough to show the Goblin's fancy for the gaudy and his greed. It was a gold painted room, with a silver ceiling, gold bookshelves, golden chairs, golden book covers, golden desk, hell, even the paper was gold.

Despite the fierce force before him, the Goblin, whose name was Pellwood Sicklebang, insisted there was no boat we could have from him for the morrow's journey. "Surely there must be something possible to work out?" Walter persisted.

"Perhaps. You might be able to sail one of my boats tomorrow, if I can sail the three boats in here." He eyed the three females lined up on the wall.

"Let me discuss it with my company." Walter nodded grimly, and directed those around the wall to form a circle with him.

Kor leaned in and made the first comment, "The most important question is this: Do we get to watch?" Earning himself a new bruised stomach and several glares.

The actual question was proposed. "We'll be hugely off-schedule if we don't do it. But we'll have salvaged our female team's dignity." Timothy ventured.

"Really, it comes down to your decision." Walter stared hard at Aeris, Jennifer, and Loriel. His gaze forcing each to reflect and choose what to do. From behind them, the Goblin squeaked.

"If only one does it, you have a chance, two, a higher chance. But if all three are in agreement, then you'll definitely a fine ship on the morrow." He grinned. Aeris wanted to beat him.

Yet all three agreed. They didn't want to, but there's the term 'taking one for the team' that they knew they must do.

He ushered them into a room behind the one they had been negotiating in. The room they entered was large, and mostly occupied by a bed. He motioned for them to strip.

With downcast eyes, the three stripped, they would do this, but they refused to like it. The Goblin dropped his pants. The girls dropped their jaws. He was about as long as himself from waist up. All three gaped in horror at the sight.

Loriel started, "Th-that's not going to fit..." She mumbled, he turned on a terrible, wicked grin. "We'll see."

He pointed at her, and she came over to the bed. Without any other comments, he forced the head into her mouth, and proceeded to ram the rest of it that would fit. "Oh, and if you don't at least try to do good, your chances may dull severely." He remarked, and Lori picked up what he was saying. She bobbed her head down as far as she could go, which wasn't far on the scale of his size. Her tongue swirled around like a whirlpool, hardening him further, and elating him. The other two girls watched, ensnared, as he pumped her head onto his pike of a manhood.

He yanked her off by her hair, and came across her face. "I don't last long when it's good, keep that joy with yourselves, ladies." He said with that terrible, nasally voice and wicked grin.

Next her demanded Jennifer. He pinched her piercings as she arrived, electing a short gasp from her. Pellwood clapped a bit, excited over the development of this girl. He twisted the piercing, and managed to get a moan out of her. He then shoved her to the bed, and laid his cock between her breasts. Just enough so that the tip stuck out atop the boobs, when they squished against him.

She pumped against the hardwood slowly at first, grinding a bit of her body into the pump. When he began to enjoy it, she began to speed up. The pumping was clearly pleasing him, when he called her to stop. Then, while she lay across the bed, he impaled her cunt with his ridiculously long member. She arched her back, inhaling sharply in surprise.

He cackled, and lifted her up with his cock. A feat that stunned the other two girls. He then dropped her back against the bed, he looked nearly in pain, apparently it was just for show. But he shoved deep into the girl, getting quite into her reaches, managing to hit her walls. Her moans were not fake, Aeris decided, that thing looked like a crowd pleasing action. His pump was a down and up motion, and she could see a stretch in Jennifer's skin where he ended his thrust. The whole event was astounding.

He forced deep into her, pounding away, Jennifer's eyes rolled back, and her moan turned into a low, continuous one. Her juices were pouring profoundly from her slit, and when he pulled out, they left his cock that had fit in thoroughly soaked, as he came across her. The amount was more than last time, which had been an odd spray that had covered Lori's face. This one was a stream across Jennifer's body, and face.

His malicious grin turned toward Aeris. She nervously shuffled toward him. "I've got something special for you." He said, none to reassuringly. His cock was hard and wet, still, when he laid her across the bed, on her stomach, ass up. He thrust, she screamed out. A tear welled in her eye, not for dislike, but because of pain. He was choosing to take her backdoor. When he reached the end of his possible reach, which was deep in her bowels, he grasped her pigtails, which were just long enough for that. He yanked them and her head snapped back with a moan. His cock pulled out, and shoved back in. The pain was intense, for he had not stretched her open before hand, nor had lubed her up. His cock was still wet with Jennifer, so he hadn't had as much pain.

And so he pounded away at her rear, forcing deep in, stretching her to lengths she would've otherwise considered impossible. She felt the skin in her stomach move, and Jennifer and Lori could see his cock when he thrust down. He forced in, wriggled a bit, and pulled out, then repeated the process. Over and over he shoved into her. As it went on, it got a little easier for her, and she pushed back some, moaning as this happened.

In a small mist of lust, she reached her hand back and began to finger herself, the other arm being her support, she had been forced to lay on her forearms, and she could see why. She would've been knocked to them had she not started there.

With a sudden, intense shove, he buried deep into her, and his cum filled her up. He slowly backed up inside, until her entire hole was dripping. She lay exhausted on the mattress.

"Good. Good." The goblin wasn't even out of breath. "You'll have your boat tomorrow, enjoy your trip as much as I enjoyed mine." He pulled his pants up, and bundled theirs together, tossing it at them, but forcing them out before they could get dressed.

So they stood before their comrades, naked, dripping semen, with a smiling Goblin behind them. Roul looked ready to murder him.

Walter finished his talk with the Goblin, while the girls dressed. No one said much else as they walked, or in Aeris's case, were carried, to the inn. Once there, they talked. The women described the event with vivid detail, each one spoke their event, then the other two would describe it from their perspective on the side lines.

The talk sent Roul over the edge, and he stormed out of the pub, smashing his fist into any wall he came across. Aeris made to try and get up, but Walter forced her back down, "You're in no shape to chase him, he needs to be alone with his thoughts for awhile. This will all be behind us tomorrow, and we'll be one step closer to reaching Silithus." Aeris nodded woefully, and Lori carried her to her room.
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Aboard the ship they all stood, bags across their backs. Roul had returned in the morning, still angry. The promised boat was there, and their journey to Ratchet began aboard a fine, sturdy wooden vessel. To those aboard it, the journey passed quickly, as they wished for its end. And in no time, they saw the Malestrom. Its swirling energies crackling through the air. Vicious winds carved apart the space around them. Rain blasted into the sea. Waves crashed all about, fighting with each other in an eternal dance. All in all, it was a war between the elements of wind and water.
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Land was visible on the horizon, the waterside hills of the Barrens, the palms that grew sparsely along the way to Thousand Needles, and the shrubbery scattered about. The small village of Ratchet loomed with it, the smoke from the machinery of the Goblin's an abomination, ruining the beauty of the land with their oily pillars of smoke.

However, that was their next stop, and the gangplank extended for them to disembark. Slow steps brought them single file off the ship and onto the land of Kalimdor, half a world away from their home, and they would only be getting farther with every step from now on, it was time to get to Silithus.