Chapter 3 - The Job

When Lunora woke the next morning, it was from a deep sleep she didn’t know she could still manage for herself. Her life, both as a slave nervously awaiting her master’s call and as a bounty hunter spending her evenings in the dangerous wilds of Azeroth, did not lend itself to a deep slumber. But laying with her sister again had brought her back to her childhood and the safety of her home on the Exodar. It was pure bliss.


The soft sheets of the Inn’s bed felt nice against her exposed skin. So too did Trixera’s pajamas, which had to be some form of silk from the fine quality she felt. Lunora allowed her body a few moments to stretch underneath the covers before throwing the sheets off and preparing to stand up. But she paused as she remembered her surroundings and how she got there. She remembered the druid in the alley and the image of the night elf her sister had taken to bed. His powerful muscles tensed as he pushed into her. The beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he focused his efforts on Trix. The long throbbing cock pushing deep inside with each motion.


She felt something stirring inside her and couldn’t help but lie back down fully on the bed. She removed the image of her sister in her mind and replaced the younger twin with herself. She imagined herself on her back, eager for him to enter her. She took a moment to wiggle out of the pants she was wearing and unbutton her shirt before letting it fall away, all the while thinking of him watching her undress while he stood there, cock twitching and waiting as she did.


As she envisioned him spreading her legs, she planted her feet apart firmly on the bed, bending her knees and raising her hips slightly into the air. Her right hand moved to one of her breasts, lightly playing with and hardening the nipple. All the while her left snaked slowly down her body, trying to convince herself that it was him running his fingers down over her soft skin to make her shiver. In her mind she imagined him climbing onto the bed and planting his hands on either side of her head, hanging over her with his shaft poised at her moist entrance. Her fingers slowly circled her surprisingly sensitive clit in reality as he teased her entrance with the head of his shaft in her fantasy. After several long minutes she moved her finger down, slowly pushing it into her wet folds. While she knew, in the back of her mind, that it was a poor substitute for the hard shaft she wished was actually pushing deep into her, it still caused her hips to buck slightly.


Then she was pushing in and out slowly, humping her own hand as in her mind she thrust in time with her lover’s slow but powerful momentum. There was no hesitation in her movements in this fantasy. It was just her in the room, so she had no issues imagining herself engaged with this man sexually and without worry of torture or pain. Her body responded to her own ministrations positively for the first time in years. Her nipples hardened and sent little thrills down her body as she lightly played with them and her fingers grew slick with her own juices. Soon she was pushing two fingers into herself while cupping her hand to press against her nub, grinding lightly against it. She was panting now, fully engrossing herself in the sexual fantasy.


As the lover in her mind began to thrust faster, so did her fingers. She was getting closer to the first self induced orgasm since before her crash. It felt like a new awakening for her, being able to imagine this lewd scene without freaking out. The back of her mind tried to remind her that this was just a fantasy and she probably would be a mess if she was actually in bed with anyone right now, but she ignored it. Instead she focused on the wet plunging fingers, the growing burning in her loins, and the image of the night elf fucking her with abandon.


With a deep shuddering moan that shook her entire body, she came. Her eyes shut tight and her fingers pushed in one final time, holding her at the peak of pleasure. Her mouth hung open in pure bliss for several long moments before she collapsed with a sigh onto the bed. Her legs unbent and flopped back onto the mattress. She kept her hand inside her, letting her pussy flex around the digits in their final spasms of lust. Then, after a moment to catch her breath, she muttered out, “Wow… That was amazing.”


It was to herself more than anything, so it was a complete shock when Trixera replied to her statement, “Hell yeah it was. That looked hot!”


Lunora shrieked in surprise and pulled her fingers out of herself, using the hand to cover her crotch as the other hand slapped over her breasts. Her eyes shot open and she stared down her naked body to see her sister, dressed in her red leather wraps again, leaning against the door with an amused expression on her face.


“What the fuck, Trixera?” She practically shouted, “How much did you see? Why were you watching me? You pervert!”


Trix frowned at her and stepped to the edge of the bed, putting her hands on her hips and looking down at the embarrassed bounty hunter, “I only caught the very end and this is my room, remember? I shouldn’t have to knock to get into my own room. Besides, you sat in here last night watching me get railed by someone, so you have no room to call me anything of the sort, do you?”


Lunora blushed and looked away for a moment, suddenly very aware that she had indeed been imagining that same scene to get herself off. Then she looked back to her sister and saw the frown was gone, replaced with a devilish grin that told Lunora that Trix wasn’t really upset that her sister had taken over her room for her own pleasure. The pair took a moment, Lunora awkwardly trying to piece together what had just happened to her and Trixera enjoying her sister being uncomfortable as teasing sisters often did. Finally, the older one broke the silence and said, “Uh… do you mind looking away? I’d like to get up and get dressed now.”


Trix rolled her eyes and turned around, sitting down on the edge of the bed and crossing her arms in a vain attempt to look upset, “Not like I didn’t see everything just a few moments ago, you know.”


“Well, I’m not going to let you ogle me further,” Lunora replied, slipping out of bed and grabbing at her armor.


Trix cocked her head to look back at Lunora and flashed her a sweet smile, “Too late. I’ve got your naked body all locked away in my perverted little mind now. You’ll be there forever.”


The bounty hunter threw the blue pants into her sister’s face and growled, “You pervert! Stop looking!”


Trix just laughed, turning away and focusing her attention on folding the pants that were tossed at her. Lunora slipped into the full comfort of her armor, trying to get her face to stop burning scarlet, and muttered to herself, “By the gods, this is fucking weird.”


“Yep,” Trixera agreed, setting the folded pants on the bed before continuing, “Though it doesn’t even break my top ten weirdest situations.”


With a shake of her head Lunora muttered, “Yeah, I bet it doesn’t.”


“What was that?”


“Nothing! Let’s go eat breakfast and I’ll introduce you to my contact. You were too… Uh, busy to meet him last night.”


Her sister perked up at that, and for a moment Lunora wasn’t sure whether it was because of the food or the mention of her contact. She didn’t have to wait long for her answer as Trix said, “Oh yeah! I hope he’s a stud.”



A few minutes later the trio was down in the crowded inn, helping themselves to a warm cooked meal and making idle small talk. Well Trixera and Ethriel were, at least. Lunora had introduced her sister to the blood elf and they had hit it off immediately, thanks in no small part to Trix’s bubbly personality. Within the first thirty minutes of breakfast she has weedled an abridged version of how the man had met Lunora, teased her twin about the fact she was friends with a member of the Horde, and began shamelessly flirting with him. 

Ethriel, for his part, was acting very differently in response to the flirtations than Lunora would have expected. In their previous conversations, Lunora had viewed his demeanour and personality as suave but a bit quiet. He loved to make small comments that made her blush slightly, growing bolder with each new sentence until she threatened him with violence if he refused to knock it off. That would always quiet him down for a few minutes, but then it would be right back into the fun. She knew it was a game to him and one that she imagined he did with all the people in his life.


But he was acting differently around Trixera. While her sister spent her time flirting openly, sometimes overtly, with Ethriel, his portions of the conversation were filled with mumbled replies and nervous glances at Lunora. The bounty hunter had no idea why he was acting this way, but she was enjoying watching him in the hot seat for once and smirked a bit at him when he did glance her direction.


“So, a mage huh?” Trix asked him, putting an elbow on the table and setting her chin in her hand.


Ethriel nodded after taking a bite of egg, “Yes, I am.”


“What type of magic do you specialize in?”


“I mostly deal with the general Arcane and more in utility than offensive capabilities.”


Trix smiled sweetly at him, “That’s fantastic! I love a mage with a more diverse catalog of spells.”


He smiled at her honest comment and fell right into her trap, “Which spells do you prefer from the mages you know?”


Her sweet smile turned devilish as she said, “Binding spells are my favorite. Know any?”

Lunora coughed up the bit of juice she was drinking as Ethriel went flush red, “B-binding?” he managed to stutter after a moment.


“Oh yes. So many good uses for a pair of arcane bands around the wrists or ankles. Say,” she said, putting a delicate hand on his arm and looking into his eyes, “I have a few crystals in my bag that used to hum with magical power in just the right way. Think you could charge them for me?”


“Trixera, leave him alone,” Lunora finally cut in. Ethriel looked relieved at the intervention, “You are going to scare him away.”


Trix gave Lunora a pout, “I’m just having a little fun, Luni. I really do need those crystals charged.”


The blood elf cocked an eyebrow over to the bounty hunter and said, “Luni?”


The glare that Lunora gave both was so threatening that there was only one thing the pair could do. They laughed in spite of her.


After they finished their meal, the trio stood up and gathered their bags. They were just about out the door when a voice called out from behind them, “Trix, wait!”


Lunora turned slowly and saw the elf from last night, the one her sister had beaten and then taken upstairs, moving towards them. He closed the gap and placed a hand on her shoulder before saying, “I was hoping we could pick up where we left off last night.”


Trix patted his cheek and smiled at him, “Sorry, Dandolin, but I promised my sister I’d help her out today.”


“You also promised me a night of fun--” he began to protest.


“It’s day time,” She said, cutting him off, “Night comes later, silly.”


The look in his eyes turned cold as a few of the bar patrons, who had stopped their conversation to listen, chuckled. Lunora had seen that dark look before and it set her on edge. “Look, I took it well when your sister interrupted us with her story about getting diddled in the alley last night, but you said we could continue later. It is later.”


Lunora was mortified. The eyes of those listening had turned to her at the revelation she had been screwing around in an alleyway. Ethriel was wide eyed at the revelation and everyone else was now giving her that lecherous look people always give when they were thinking about her sexually. Her shock turned quickly to fury. She was pulling out her maces to break Dandolin’s pretty face when she saw Trix rear back and beat her to the punch, literally.


It wasn’t a closed fist punch, but rather she used the heel of her palm to smack into the Elf’s nose. Everyone in the inn heard the crack as it broke the bone just  moments before Dandolin stumbled back, screaming and clutching his face. Trix didn’t stop there though. She whipped the spear she had strapped to her back out of its sheath and spun it, bringing it down and then up between the man’s legs, cracking him in the crotch with the shaft. The audible Thunk was enough to make everyone else in the bar wince and Dandolin collapse in a moaning heap on the ground.


“You fucking pig!” Trix shouted at him, kicking him in the side with a hoof, “You think I’ll sleep with you after you tell the full fucking inn something like that? You don’t deserve to fuck a Quillboar, let alone think you can ever touch me again you tiny cocked pile of piss shit!”


Lunora glanced around the inn as her sister continued to berate and beat the whimpering elf. Most of the patron’s watched with interest, a few of the sailors in the inn blushed at the language being used, but one was moving to go help his friend. The dwarf from last night, who had brought them drinks during the match, was moving to help Dandolin with an axe in his hand and fury in his eyes. He was halfway to her when she stepped in front of his path, brandishing her maces and giving him a ‘try me’ glare. He stopped, clearly not wanting to get into the fray just yet while he sized the taller draenei up. Then he started moving forward again, but was stopped by a snap of the fingers from Ethriel that caused a purple band to clasp his legs together by the ankles. He was down in a heap within seconds.


Lunora nodded to the blood elf in thanks before putting one of her maces away and turning around. She put a hand on Trixera’s shoulder, who stopped in mid insult and glanced back, “Enough. Let’s get going.”


She was breathing hard and nodded, “Yeah. Right. Fuck this piece of shit. Not worth my time.” Then she turned to walk away.


However Dandolin didn’t want to be done with her yet. He reached up suddenly and gripped her sister’s tail at the midway point, squeezing it tight. Trix let out a pained gasp and almost dropped to her knees, leaning on her spear to hold herself upright and shutting her eyes tight. Her legs were shaking bad and her thighs pressed together as she began to twitch with pain.


Lunora’s rage peaked as she saw the hand clasping her sister’s tail and her vision went red. Using her only drawn mace, the bounty hunter reared back and came down on Dandolin’s arm. It connected with his wrist and another audible crack rose up in the quiet inn. If his screams had been bad at his nose breaking, they were now downright bloodcurdling. He released his grip and brought his wrist close to his chest, twisting on the floor. Lunora did not give a rat’s ass about him though, she moved to her panting sister and helped her straighten up, “Are you okay?”


Trix took a deep breath and then nodded, “Y-yes. I’m fine. Just overloaded me, that’s all. Fucking bastard.”


Lunora smiled at her twin as the pair, with Ethriel walking behind them to intercept any other would-be assailants, moved out of the tavern. Once they were outside, the older sister said, “We have to talk about your language, missy.”


“Oh fuck off, you’re not my dad.”
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“Are you sure you are alright?” Lunora asked again once they were several blocks away from the tavern and weaving back through the streets of Gadgetzan, “We can take a moment to let you rest if you need to.”


Trixera shook her head, sending the shimmering gold baubles she wore on the tips of her horns bouncing wildly, “We don’t need to rest. I’m fine. Let’s just find out what the job is.”


Ethriel looked a bit puzzled, “I don’t understand what just happened back there. You looked ready to kill that man when he grabbed Trixera’s tail.”


Lunora was hesitant to explain, more for Trix’s sake than her own, but her sister didn’t have any issues with it, “Lunora and I were diagnosed with tail sensitivity from an early age. It's a condition that affects one in ten thousand draenei. Our tails are longer than normal members of our race and somehow are considered a very sensitive erogenous zone.”


Ethriel blinked in surprise, “Seriously?”


Lunora nodded, “It is common among draenei to have this sensitivity in face tendrils, but the tail is another matter. Being identical twins, we have the same sensitivity.”


“You never told me your tail was like that, Lunora,” Ethriel said.


“Mines not,” she replied, her face growing serious once again, “Not anymore.”


Ethriel looked as if he wanted to ask more, but swallowed his question and simply kept walking with them. After several moments of silence, Lunora sighed and said, “You want to know why, don’t you?”


Ethriel nodded sheepishly and said, “Yes, ma’am.”


Trix smirked a bit as the bounty hunter rolled her eyes before saying, “The man that kidnapped me found out early on that gripping my tail was a great way of controlling me. Being the bastard that he was, he used it so much that my body treated it like an exposed nerve and the sensitivity faded away to nearly nothing. All that’s left is a slight pain when someone grabs it.”


Ethriel looked ashamed and hung his head, “That must be hard to re-live. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”


Lunora shrugged and said, “It’s fine. It’s better this way anyway. I couldn’t even decorate it before like my kind likes to do without it being too much of a distraction. Speaking of which…” she looked over to Trix and the several metal rings wrapped around her sister’s tail, “Isn’t that uncomfortable?”


Trixera laughed, “Not really. I spent my formative years exploring it and getting to know the feelings personally. These rings are designed to give me enough of a thrill that I’m always excited but not distracted.” She winked at Ethriel, “I could show you, if you want.”


Ethriel blushed and Lunora rolled her eyes yet again, “Glad to see you recover quickly from someone practically raping you.”


Trix cocked her head to the side, “Raping me? He was nowhere near that.”


“Trixera, if our tails are sensitive just like any sexual appendage then touching them without permission is basically rape.”


It was Trix’s turn to roll her eyes, “Oh please! They don’t know what it is. It’s so rare! People just think it's like a gentle tap on the shoulder.”


“No, it’s like some random stranger coming up and grabbing your breasts to say hello!” The look on Trix’s face made Lunora believe that she was remembering one too many times where someone did exactly that. She sighed, “Okay, bad example.”


“No, you are right,” Trix said, “That’s pretty much what it’s like, just a bit more unintentional that’s all. But normally I don’t fault someone for that.”


“You should. Nobody should even be touching you without permission.”


Trix shrugged, “I’ll keep it in mind next time someone does.” She turned to Ethriel and leaned forward a bit before stage whispering, “Just for the record, Ethriel. You have permission to grab both my tail and my breasts whenever you’d like.”


Her laughter at Ethriel’s embarrassment was short-lived when Lunora grabbed her sister by the horn and pulled her away.


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“What I need is somebody who can really fight,” the wrinkled faced goblin said as he eyed the trio, “Not a skinny elf and two women.”


Lunora’s eye twitched at the comment and she had half a mind to show the goblin how good at combat she really was, or at least tell him off. Trix cut that line of thought off as she stepped forward with that trademark smile plastered on her face, “Oh, Mister Cogspringer, You know better than to judge a book by its cover.” The way she batted her eyelashes up at him from his high perched work table and clasped her hands in front of her to press her breasts together made Lunora worry her sister was flirting again. However she quickly realized that she wasn’t trying to get with the goblin. This was negotiation using a trick that Trix knew well; seduction.


They were near the north gate of Gadgetzan, meeting with Ethriel’s contact. Yezzick Cogspringer was the proprietor of a shipping company sending caravan’s between the bustling Gadgetzan and the lost city of the Tol’vir in Uldum. They took imported goods to the tol’vir and received food and other goods from the oasis city in return. Ethriel was the one to find this job for them, but he didn’t have too much more information other than there had been an issue lately with his business. But he had barely gotten through introductions before the goblin had cut them off.


Now he was looking down at Trix, who was playing the part of the innocent girl very well, “You look to be a bit naive when it comes to what I need, Girlie.”


Trix gave the man a perfect pout and said, “We’re tougher than we look, Mister Cogspringer.”


Lunora shook her head. She was sure that Trix was playing this wrong. He wanted tough fighters, not a woman who acted like a child. She was just about to step in and take over negotiations when he chuckled, “You better be a lot tougher then, because you look like a stiff wind could do you in.”


Trix looked down for a moment and tilted one of her hooves to grind into the floor a bit before saying, “Where could it do me in, Mister Cogspringer?”


While her companions stared with wide eyes at the way she was acting, the goblin managed to clear his throat and shift in his seat for a better position, “Uh yes, well… U-understand I’m not liable for whatever happens to you out there at all.”


Trixera smiled up at him and clasped her hands behind her back, “Of course! We wouldn’t dream of asking you for anything if we are to blame. What kind of job do you have for us, sir?”


Yezzick cleared his throat again and shuffled a few papers to compose himself before saying, “I’ve been having trouble with the Dunemaul ogres. Heard of them?”


Trix nodded quickly, “Yes, sir. They used to work for the Horde, right?”


He nodded to her, “That’s right. Good memories there.”


Trix actually blushed and said, “Thank you, sir.”


“The Dunemaul came back after the siege of Orgrimmar and have mostly been leaving us alone. They get most of their food from the Silithid that roam about. Say it's a good source of protein.”


Trixera actually broke composure at this and winced at the mention of the Qiraji, but managed to turn it into a cute scowl and stuck out her tongue, “Ech! Gross insects!”


The goblin nodded in agreement, but continued, “What they don’t have an abundance of is metal or other materials, being out in the middle of the desert, so they raid my caravans and steal my profits.”


Trix gave a determined nod, “So you need the ogre’s chased off?”


He chuckled, “It’s cute that you think you can scare them away. I’m offering ten gold per ogre weapon you bring back as proof of the kill. Think you can do that, dear?”


She gave him an enthusiastic nod and planted her feet firmly, jabbing her sternum with a thumb, “You can count on us, sir!”


He shook his head again and waved a hand out the door, “Better get a move on then. It’s a full day’s travel to get to their ogre mound.”


Trix nodded and spun around, smiling at her companions, “Let’s go guys! Mister Cogspringer is counting on us!”


The goblin watched the trio go, the cute one leading the other two out with confused expressions on their faces. When the door swung closed he pressed a button on his desk to lock it and pushed his chair back, looking down at the tent in his pants. “Seems a shame to waste such a polite young lady,” he murmured to himself as he slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his small green prick, “but she was so adorable putting on a brave face. A cute face too…”


He trailed off as his mind wandered to what else on that adorable draenei was cute, the words she had said to him, and everything he thought she had implied to him with her demeanour and flirtations. Meanwhile, his hand wandered to the green erection he was sporting and began to relieve the tension building in his loins.