Chapter 4 - Tails

(Voyeurism, vaginal, oral, cum, male on female)

Commissoned by 'Tails'. Tails belongs to Tails, who is someone here on DN whose profile I forgot the name of.

Auridan Rune sat upon a solitary tree in the Alliance Garrison's corner, deeply imbued in a fantasy novel. The story was that of political backstabbing, a journey with dragons, and an order of not-so-righteous defenders of the realm. "Just like home," Auridan commented whenever a new character was betrayed or murdered. One wedding in particular left Auridan laughing and crying altogether.

The rogue, cloth in crimson leather and black chainmail, left one leg dangling off of the branch. The other was kept close to his chest. His raven's mane was tied back into a ponytail, the rest of it left to hang off of his forehead in long bangs. A thick beard clung to his cheeks and jawline, the neck persisting as the only clean-shaven part of him. He was just over thirty, with all the youth and vigor of half his age.

Around him, the world was quiet. A crisp air filled his nostrils with the fertile vegetation of Shadowmoon Valley's flora and fauna. A warm stillness filled the air, broken only with the occasional gust or breeze that swept through the land as quickly as a blink. "The perfect weather for reading," as Auridan might say. Did, in fact, say.

The sudden sound of splashing water drew Auridan away from his novel. Beneath him, at the garrison's pools, stood a Draenei woman.

She was as tall as they came, standing just half a head over Auridan himself if the rogue judged correctly. Her oaken hair was done up in two tails. Pale-blue horns, the same shade of her flesh, curved backwards. A fine blue-and-yellow assortment of mail armor was left on the floor in a neat pile. What remained on her body was little more than a bare blue bra and underwear that covered 'the goods'.

How long has she been there? Auridan thought, ceasing the swing of his leg. She made no motion, or notion, that she had discovered him. As if alone, she began to splash some of the waters on her flesh. The Draenei shivered audibly when the liquid met her flesh.

Intrigued, the rogue shoved his tome back into his satchel and folded his hands over his lap. What little chivalry left in him whispered a meek, "Leave the lady in peace!" But a much louder, commanding voice told him, "Whip out your cock and start stroking". He settled on a nice medium and instead, decided to watch her in silence.

The Draenei continued to pour water over herself, until, at last, fed up with the temperature, she muttered something in her native tongue and fired a sphere of flame into the pond. The waters bubbled and steamed at once. Pleased, she poured the water over herself again with a much more satisfying sigh. Auridan, however, was still entranced by the accent of her language and repeated the phrase over and over in his head with far too much delight than he should have basked within.

With a wary glance, the Draenei woman reached for the clasp of her bra and undid it. Her full bust fell into full view. Two large melon-sized orbs accompanied by small, sharp, dark nipples. At once, the rogue felt the crotch of his leggings tighten. Surprised at the haste of his pitched tent, Auridan could not help but feel amusement at the sight.

Next, the woman did away with her panties and threw them with her bra upon her armor. Her sex was, unfortunately, covered by the high angle of Auridan's seat.

As naked as her name day, she sauntered into the now-warmed pool with a long, delightful sigh and swam as out until all but her head were submerged. Her draeneic tail wagged back and forth over the edge of the waters until it, too, fell beneath the gently rippling waves.

Auridan shifted around on his makeshift branch seat, trying to find sight of the woman that was now drifting beneath him. His movements made no such noise, and neither did they disturb the strength of the branch beneath him. Years of training had prepared Auridan to fight in the shadows with dishonorable tactics, but never once did he imagine after-the-fact that he would put his abilities to use in the honor of voyeurism.

Hooking his legs around the wood as stiff as his own woody, he swung upside-down from the branch. Beneath, the Draenei woman swam slowly, casually, within the pools. Her arms swayed to and fro peacefully. Her eyes were locked firmly on the path that she followed to arrive at the pond. And to Auridan's benefit, she was still unawares of his existence.

A swift and sudden snapping of bark made the Draenei girl look up – just as Auridan swung back to stand upon the branch he chose as his seat. The rogue stood still as stone at once, unaware if she had spotted him or not. He heard something splash in the waters beneath him – a branch, or twig, perhaps – and then the air filled with silence again. Even Auridan's breathing went unheard, another benefit to his decade of training.

Then, with a soft sigh of relief, the draenei began to swim again. Beneath, Auridan saw her approach the shore once again. She clambered up until the water touched her waist and began to scrub her arms with her digits. White sparks of energy filled the space between her fingers – a magical cleaning spell? Auridan wondered at that.

The rogue squatted and stared at his fixation. His pants were tight with his erection, a nuisance that began to ache him. The temptation to free his throbbing cock was all too strong, yet he just barely kept himself from doing so. He was more interested in a much more intimate method of cleansing himself of his pulsing tent. Each passing second drove his lustful intentions into greater strengths.

But how to approach? He wondered.

With a quiet sigh, he cocked back in his branch, and leapt off of the tree in silence. He landed on the grass behind the Draenei, quiet as a mouse. And when he turned around, she was staring back at him.

A long silence filled the air as her large glowing white eyes met the small, green ones of Auridan. Her hand was locked on her bicep, white sparks of energy flittering between her digits. The rogue's own posture kept him crouched, his arms on the ground before him like a primal beast. Slowly, he stood, straightening himself as he came to his full height.

"So…" He said slowly, then added, "How'ya doin'?"

The Draenei slunk back into the waters until all but her neck was covered again. Her brows furrowed hard. Auridan imagined a deadly spark of electricity spiking between her eyes, directed at Auridan with all the rage she could muster.

"So," She began in a strong Draeneic accent that made Auridan weak in the knees. "You're the pervert who was on the branch."

"You saw me?" The rogue gawked.
"No, but I figured," Her shoulders raised up in shrug. "Why were you spying on me, pig? Followed me from garrison, did you?"
"Actually no," Auridan shook his head. "I was reading up there before you arrived."
"Liar."
"Oh, that's fine, don't believe me. Whatever," The human waved his hand dismissively. "But it's the truth."

She grumbled and growled for a moment. When she submerged her lips beneath the pool, a series of bubbles popped on the surface of the waters. Auridan smirked at her, amused.

"What so funny, hooman?" She quirked a brow.
"You're, ah, the bubbling," He pointed at her. "It's cute."
"Cute?!" She pushed up from the waters until all but her breasts were seen. "I am not… cute!" She wagged a finger in protest.
"Yes you are," He mimicked her wagging finger with a silly, stupid grin plastered on his face.

"I am not-" She stopped herself, a mere inch from displaying her bosom once more. Flushed, she slipped back into the waters and let her angry growls bubble once more to the surface. Auridan smothered a chuckle.

"What's your name, luv?" Auridan asked.

He heard a bubbling reply.

"What was that?" He leaned forth, one hand cupping his ear. "I don't speak 'underwater'."
"Tails!" She blurted aloud, her head out of the water. "Everyone calls me Tails."
"Tails, with two 's's?" Auridan shrugged. "But I only say one tail."
"You saw my backside?" She gawked.
"Aye, and it was a rather damn lovely backside if I do say so m'self," Auridan cocked his head on side, trying to catch sight of it again, but to no avail.

She flushed. "Oh… And what is your name, scoundrel?"

"Auridan," He pointed at himself with a thumb. "I'm the-"
"Rogue? Yes, I've heard of you from Commander. He says you are… Strange. And a little mad."
"Everyone's a little mad now-a-days. I mean, wouldn't you be mad, if you discovered not only can you traverse back and forth in time – but into other dimensions and time frames as well? Innit that the craziest thing, eh?" Auridan frowned.

Silence filled the air.

"Listen," Auridan crossed his arms over his chest. "I know you're hiding yourself behind the waters so I won't see you… naked. But, I've already seen you naked. You might as well just pop back out. I'm sure it's getting cold again, right?"

A series of grumbling filled the air before Tails submitted. She rose from the waters, stopping just as the pool came to her taut waist. She scowled at the rogue before scrubbing her arms once again with her fingers. "You know," She began, without looking at Auridan. "True gentleman, especially amongst Draenei, leaves Lady to bathe in peace."

"Aye, I considered tha'," Auridan scratched the side of his beard. "But, another option won my heart instead." He grinned. She scowled.
"Are all humans improper like you?" She looked up once before running her fingers through her tails of hair.
"No. Yes. Well, some of us," He shrugged. "Do all Draenei men respect a Lady's privacy?"

She smirked. "Most."

He felt defeated. "Ah," was all he managed to say.

The rogue inhaled deeply, reinvigorating himself. He took to a slow, casual pace, and closed the distance between himself and Tails. He narrated along the way, "But, do all Draenei Men offer such honest compliments? Such as your beautiful, pale skin… Your shapely, wonderful body… Your choice of hair style, and it's splendid color?"

She blinked at Auridan's approach, and blinked some more at his sudden spew of compliments. "You think all things like that? True?"
"Very true," Auridan said with as earnest a smile as he could display. To make a show of it, he even placed a hand over his heart.
"Well… One is very kind," Tails said with a slight incant of her head.

Auridan stopped just before Tails. Something must have caught her eye, for her eyes were fixated on Auridan's figure. He tracked her gaze below to the bulge in his pants – one that had been persisting him the entire duration. He raised a dark eyebrow at her, curious as to her unending stare.

"Quite truthful, too," Tails said with a smirk and a brief laugh. "It shows."
"Oh?"
"Below, where all men's truths show," She canted her heads towards Auridan's crotch. "A man's veerad does not lie."
"A… wha'?" Auridan gawked, his mesmerized state from her accent outweighed by the curiosity of the word.
Tails snickered. "Veerad. Draeneic word. I think the common tongue says 'cock'."
Auridan shrugged. "Well, look at that! I'm learning so much Draeneic already!"
Tails produced a hearty giggle.

"Well," Auridan slipped a thumb into his belt, hooked it, and let it remain. "I could use a little help clearing this, y'know?" He gave her a sly look backed by a hard smirk. "It would be rude, of course, to leave a man wanting."
She snorted. "You think I am not accustomed to men who try?" She grinned at him, her hands crossed over her bust. "You think you are not first man who tried?"
A staggering degree of confidence left him that made him feel weakened. "Well, I thought-"
"Count yourself lucky, scoundrel," she interrupted. "Today, I am feeling generous."

Tails reached out and grabbed Auridan by the gap of his belt, and tugged him forth. His crotch almost smacked into her face if she was not in such control. She looked up at the rogue with a narrowed brow, addressing a degree of control, before her sight went down to his leggings. One hand went over the hard leather, her fingers squeezing through the fabric upon the stiffy hidden beneath. Albeit rough, he tried not to make his groan seem painful.

"I've felt bigger," She snickered. "You think Draenei men are small, scoundrel?"
"Well… To be fair, I was hoping for every other compliment I've ever received; 'oh, so big!', 'oh, so hard!', 'Oh, so thick!'."
"Please," She waved dismissively, undoing his belt. "Women don't need to compliment size of man; but motion of man. Yes?"
"I…"
"Speechless, so suddenly?" She feigned a gasp. "Did you finish so soon?"
"What, no-"
"Jesting, scoundrel. Jesting."

She let his leggings fall to the ground. Tails grabbed at his hard length through his underwear, squeezing and rubbing her delicate palm over the mushroom top. Auridan groaned in response as she gave his shaft a rough workout. Without warning, her other hand shot below and took hold of his sac with the same forceful grip. He jerked in place before stilling himself.

"H-hey, not so-"
"Rough?" She interrupted, looking up at him with a gleam in her white eyes. "I thought men like rough."
"But not-"
"Down there?" She snickered and softened her grip. "Maybe next time you prove how man you are, hm?"
"Oh? There's going to be a next time?" He quirked a brow.
"We shall… see."

Tails tugged down his underwear and revealed his sex. It was a thick, hard, veiny pillar of meat complimented by a cut tip, revealing a pink mushroom head. Tails' hand went straight for the base, grabbing it and tugging on it with a swap of rough and gentle. It kept Auridan shifting in place, fading between thoughts of stopping her and allowing her to continue. The latter always won.

"If you were Draenei man-"
"I would be standing perfectly still?" Auridan interrupted with a scowl. "But I'm not, am I?"
"No."
"I'd prefer you stop talking about your race, then."
"Jealous?" She feigned a gasp.
"Just a bit," Auridan showed a gap between his thumb and forefinger. "Just a bit."
"Oh well don't be," She pressed her cheek against his cock, rubbing the soft flesh of her face against the side of it. "You still are big, thick, veiny man. And I'm sure you please many women with this hard, long… Veerad."
"Now you're mocking me!" Auridan frowned.
"When did you guess, scoundrel?" Tails laughed briefly.

Before Auridan offered another word of protest, Tails removed her cheek and enveloped the head of the rogue's cock with her plump lips. Soft, glossy skin took him in, inch by inch until she had half of his shaft in her mouth. At once, she lapped at the meaty pillar with her wet tongue, drenching the organ in a thick stream of saliva. The red muscle within lapped, flicked, and slapped against the invading meat. Before long, Tails removed herself with a loud pop. Auridan's shaft was smothered in a thick layer of salivation.

"At least tastes better than Draenei man," Tails cooed and flicked her tongue along the tip.

She fell upon him again and left Auridan paralyzed. This time, she went deep. The head of Auridan's shaft prodded at the back of her mouth. She bobbed up and down on the length with haste. Each slide upon the lathered fuckstick filled the air with wet squelching sounds. Excess streams of saliva fell from between her lips, spilling across the ground. Tails closed her eyes and gorged herself on the cock, taking firm and full control of her intended pace.

"Oh… What do they teach you Draenei girls?" Auridan sputtered the compliment, his head clouded by a mist of pleasure.
She removed herself from his length, replacing it with her stroking hand. "I am self-taught," She giggled. "I know what men like."
"Yes, you really do."
Grinning, she squeezed the knob of his head, then replaced her palm with her maw.

The draenei gal resumed her rapid bobbing, eyes shut, mouth tight, and tongue flat. The back of his head pressed against the back of her mouth with each slide. Auridan's groans married the squelching sounds in the air. His hand moved for the girl's hair, but she slapped him away and gave him a grave stare before resuming her bobbing. He was left wanting.

Tails removed herself once again. But this time, she shifted. She pushed Auridan further away from the coast, got down on all fours, and filled her mouth with his cock once again. She gave his meaty length a few quick slides before she stopped. At once, she began to dive onto his shaft. But before where his head hit a wall, it continued to slide until her nose pressed against the thin black hair of his groin.

She took in one scent, and found his musk pleasing enough. Beneath, his cock had filled her throat, bulging outward almost as much as a man's apple. She looked up at him from the cock she gorged herself upon and offered a single wink. Then, she left him frozen with pleasure.

As rapidly as she had done before, her head began to bob. This time, however, his length dove deeper into her throat, slipping mid-way into her gullet before retreating. His head never left her throat with each thrust of her noggin. Thick saliva splattered to the floor, while even more was left lathered all across his shaft. Some even trickled down to his sac and remained.

Amidst her consistent motions, Auridan felt his endurance waning. Little by little the apex of his pleasure trickled to the surface, ready to burst. His body tensed, his cock throbbed, and his gasps and groans were removed from his control. He felt the same rush of warmth fill his head, and before Tails could escape, he grabbed her horns and tugged her down.

Tails protested at once, grabbing at the rogue's groin and clawing to free herself. Her eyes, wide open and furrowed with rage, stared at the thick hair before her. All she could do was endure his climax, as his warm, salty seed spilled across her tongue and splattered into the furthest parts of her mouth. She was strong at first, but then the thick essence choked at her gullet and she began to waver. She sputtered and groaned against the shaft until at last, Auridan released her with the end of his orgasm. She popped off of his meaty pole and swallowed as quickly as she could before releasing a loud gasp.

"Idiot!" She said after filling herself with air. "Almost killed me!"
"Sorry, ah… That was just so-"
She smacked his cock hard and he recoiled in pain.
"Ah! Damn you!"
"Weak, like other men! Draenei man would still have seed to spare!"
"Oh really?"
"Yes, he would-"

Auridan vanished from her sight, and it left her gawking.

At once, she felt a force pin her to the ground. Tails squeaked beneath her captor's grasp, straining to look behind her. She caught sight of Auridan for but a second before the pain on her neck forced her to stare back at the dirt beneath her.

"So, what you're saying is," Auridan began narrating. At the same time, two fingers slipped into her wet, warm nethers and began to prod her. Tails' knees buckled. Thankfully, she wasn't using them. "Is that a Draenei man would not have paid compliment to the skill of your mouth, held onto his load, and continued to use his… Veerad to fill your tight little cunt. Is that right?"
"Y-yes," Tails squeaked and shut her eyes.
"Well, I'm so sorry that Draenei men don't compliment you with creamy, gooey rewards." His fingers continued to prod into the depths of her tight sex, pumping, flittering, and thrusting some more. "But I like to tell my partners, 'Hey you did such a great job blowin' me, that I'm about to reward you with some of my essence!'."
"Mmh… F-fu-"
"Fuck? Fuck who? Fuck me?"
"N-no! Fuck… m-me!" Tails squirmed in place.
"I was getting to that."

Auridan's fingers did not relent. They continued to prod the draenei's tight cunny, even after her hooved legs began to swing and beat the ground. Even after she began begging for the rogue to fill her. Even after she swapped to her native tongue and shouted, "Fuck me!" in that accented voice that Auridan loved to hear.

"By the Light, fill me already!" Tails turned to him again, growling. "Take your Veerad and Shala nu ha'dirr!"
Auridan raised an eyebrow.
"Spill your seed inside me!"
"Mhm…" Auridan withdrew his digits. They were absolutely lathered in her own juices. Auridan wrapped his maw around his wetted fingers and sucked them dry. "Draenei women taste like sweet fruit." The rogue chuckled. "Alright, since you asked so nicely-"
Tails huffed loudly.

The rogue pulled her up by the collar and let her rest on all fours. He positioned himself appropriately, taking his shaft by the head, and guided it to the entrance of her dripping sex. His hard mushroom head prodded at her pink slit for but a second before he slipped in. Both of them moaned in unison. Auridan felt his cock wrapped in a tight, warm, wetness that did not compare to the native cuisine of Azerothian women.

"Are all Draenei women so-"
"Shut up and thrust!"

Auridan bucked into her, earning him a gasp. Slowly, he began to pump her. His length casually slid out from the pink slit beneath until only his head was present within. Then, he leaned back into her, pushing his hard cock until the base of his length stopped against the entrance of her sex. Tails shook beneath him, moaning, sighing, and panting as the shaft filled her, left, and returned. She coveted the pleasure of its filling pressure, and he delighted himself in the tight warmth of her sex.

Over and over, the rogue moved without halt. But only slowly, pacing himself, gorging himself on her soft sounds of submission. He shut his eyes and basked in the sensations of flesh and sound. His hands shifted to her sides, grabbing her by her wide, curvy hips. His thumbs dug into the flesh of her plump ass, giving her a makeshift massage while he mounted her.

Auridan stopped, the air stilled, and Tails was ready to protest. But Auridan gave her every reason not to.

He began to ravage her. Every lunge into her was rapid, his body sliding in from head to base with hasty succession. The wet slap of skin-on-skin filled the air, alongside Tails' loud moans of pleasure, and Auridan's married of groans and gasps. His sac bounced to and fro with every pump, while Tails' full bust swung in similar fashion. The draenei closed her eyes and imaged herself, for a moment, in the grip of another of her kin – but such an image doused when she recalled her current partner.

Auridan was hairy, shorter than draenei men, and smaller – but her mind was poisoned with his visage, and she salivated at the thought of him – and the feeling of him within her. A gleeful smile plastered her face amidst her moans, as did a rush of warmth to her cheeks.

Like a beast in some drunken victory, Auridan reached forth and grabbed Tails' twin ponytails. She tugged hard on them while pumping into her. Although pained, she loved his domination and cried out in a mixture of agony and pleasure.

"F-fuck me!" She roared; commanded, even. Her hands grabbed at Auridan's wrists, her body pulled back in an arch.

Just as commanded, he continued to ram into her. Whatever count of time that could have been, passed out of their minds. There was only the warmth, the pressure, the tightness, and married of pain and pleasure.

"A-almost!" Auridan warned of his coming climax, the familiar pressure and warmth filling him.
"M-me, too!"

Seconds passed before the rogue grabbed hold of the draenei's hips hard, and pulled her against him. The sudden deep plunge of his length, mixed with the rush of his seed filling her tight sex was enough to send her into a shuddering gasp. Pleasure exploded over her limbs, filling her body with a rush of warmth that made her weak all over. Similarly, Auridan's orgasm assaulted his senses. He groaned lowly, almost growled like a primal creature, as his warm seed left him and filled the draenei.

When both of their climaxes concluded, both collapsed where they laid. Auridan made sure to keep himself lodged within the warmth of her cunt. Tails was content enough to lay in the dirt, her nethers still filled with his seed. She felt the gooey cum sitting inside her, a sensation she coveted just as much as she did the taste.

"Oh… Maybe… Human men are not so bad," Tails whispered.
"So," Auridan brushed away one of her locks of her, leaning to whisper in return. "About that next time?"
"Oh yes… Definitely a next time."



Author's Note;

(No I do not speak Draeneic, I just made up the words. Sue me. :< )

