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Check it out [url=https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B2XYVYHC]HERE![/url]\n\nHappy Turkey Day! Hope everyone's been able to enjoy the day without any political crap ruining it. Ours got postponed until Sunday 'cause multiple folks in the family have had the shits this week, so it's just been a nice, peaceful day today on my end.\n\nMy Pilgrim's Bounty idea for Drenan and Lyrah *years* ago was weak at best, and I seriously couldn't think of anything that'd make sense for them ('cause honestly, whatever meal around a table will probably devolve into an orgy) so I decided to pick up this OC I was gifted a while back and do something light and quick with him. I know my past Azerothians stories don't involve original characters, but I don't *entirely* plan on making a habit of it unless it's well-received. Dast will probably show up now and again so I can develop him a bit more, but I haven't thought of an overarching story for him just yet. I believe I was also given his sister, so I'm sure they'll get into some shenanigans eventually. Either way, hope everyone enjoys! The denouement of The Night Crawl comes on Saturday! I haven't figured out what I'm gonna fill my Thursday slot with after this just yet.\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Blizzard owns races/classes/setting/NPCs, all fiction, characters mine, etc.  Consider checking out my Linktree to see where else I'm active!

Dastrasz was graciously gifted to me.

And hey, I wrote a book!  Check it out HERE!

Happy Turkey Day!  Hope everyone's been able to enjoy the day without any political crap ruining it.  Ours got postponed until Sunday 'cause multiple folks in the family have had the shits this week, so it's just been a nice, peaceful day today on my end.

My Pilgrim's Bounty idea for Drenan and Lyrah *years* ago was weak at best, and I seriously couldn't think of anything that'd make sense for them ('cause honestly, whatever meal around a table will probably devolve into an orgy) so I decided to pick up this OC I was gifted a while back and do something light and quick with him.  I know my past Azerothians stories don't involve original characters, but I don't *entirely* plan on making a habit of it unless it's well-received.  Dast will probably show up now and again so I can develop him a bit more, but I haven't thought of an overarching story for him just yet.  I believe I was also given his sister, so I'm sure they'll get into some shenanigans eventually.  Either way, hope everyone enjoys!  The denouement of The Night Crawl comes on Saturday!  I haven't figured out what I'm gonna fill my Thursday slot with after this just yet.

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His horns and golden eyes often gave away his lineage, though the multitude of red tattoos across his chest and down his arms, which he often kept exposed as he was unbothered by the cold, didn’t help him stand out any less. Truthfully, he hated even wearing his usual fur-lined belt and armored leggings, but he knew better than to push against the societal conventions of Azeroth while outside of his homeland. It was rare that he set foot out of Northrend, but with some encouragement from his sister, he’d only just started exploring in an attempt to make something of himself.\n\nIt’s confusing, yeah, but it’s also not relevant to this story.\n\nFeeling entirely out of his element, Dastrasz waded through the crowd and approached an older-looking, human woman with silver hair, soft green eyes, and a pleasant smile on her face. Gentle creases crossed her face as signs of her age, and Dastrasz guessed she had to have been in her late sixties in human years. A traditional pilgrim’s outfit covered her from her neck all the way down to her feet, accompanied by a white apron and collar. All the same, the black fabric did appear to… enhance particular assets about her. “Welcome, Pilgrim! Looking for something specific?” Her voice had just a bit of pepper in it, but her age didn’t seem to hinder her enthusiasm.\n\nDastrasz offered her an awkward smile. “Uh, yeah, um… do you have any, uh, cranberries?”\n\nThe woman laughed softly. “Honey, you’re in [i]Elwynn[/i], and we’re known for our pumpkins around here.” She quickly hefted up a pair of sizable pumpkins, one in each hand, and held them up in front of her chest.\n\nThe half-dragon caught himself staring for a moment longer than he’d intended. Back home, the half-dragon had an… unconventional relationship with his family, making it difficult for him to keep his overeager mind out of the gutter at times. “Y-yeah! Sorry, yeah, I need, um… five pumpkins should do it.”\n\n“You got it, handsome,” she said with a wink, gathering up his order. “That’ll be twenty-five copper pieces.”\n\nAnd Dastrasz’s face sunk. “Shit… I knew I forgot something this morning! Sorry ma’am, I don’t have any money, but I’ll be back later to-”\n\nThe woman suddenly grasped his wrist before he could leave. “Now wait just a second, hon. You know what bartering is?”\n\nDastrasz scratched the light, red stubble on his chin in thought. “Maybe? Like, trading?”\n\n“Well sure! I think I can forgive some coppers if you’d be willing to give me a quick hand out back. Whaddaya say?”\n\nRelief washed over the half-dragon. “Sure thing, ma’am! What can I do for you?”\n\nThe faintest hint of a smirk played upon her aged lips. “Right this way.” The vendor quickly led Dastrasz deeper into the forest. He glanced back a few times to see the other vendors growing smaller, but she didn’t stop until they were out of sight. The woman suddenly let go of his hand, and when he turned back to address her, he froze. She was in the process of bending herself over a nearby rock, staring at him while she grasped the fabric of her dress and rolled it up bit by bit, until her full moon was on display for his viewing pleasure. A pair of wide, black panties covered up her treasure, but her dress had deceived him, and her backside proved far larger than he’d thought. Wrinkles crossed even her twin cheeks, but her pale skin was no less enticing to the youthful half-dragon. “You give me an orgasm, and those pumpkins are yours, honey. Simple.”\n\nMuch like his father, Dastrasz found he could never say no to a pretty lady.\n\nHe didn’t even register unbuckling his belt, and within moments his leggings were on the ground, and the half dragon rushed behind her, then dropped to his knees and fiercely yanked her panties to one side.\n\nTruth be told, she hadn’t been expecting this, but a shameless moan fled from her as his pressed his lips firmly against her seasoned womanhood and began to lick, kiss, and tug on her sensitive folds with his lips. “Oh Light!” she gasped and lowered her head, wiggling her rump to softly bounce her cheeks against either side of his face. “It’s been ages since a proper man’s been in your position, honey…!”\n\nThe sharp tang of her nectar was felt keenly on his sensitive tongue, and the deeper he pressed it, the tastier she got. Both hands slid up her thighs and grasped her cheeks, pulling them to either side to give him better access, and allowing him to start flicking his tongue rapidly back and forth over her clit.\n\n“Nnnngh! Haaaaaahn…!” she gasped, her entire body beginning to quiver after just a few short minutes of his feasting. She gave him no warning as she began to shudder, then utterly collapse atop the rock as her first climax in weeks rocked her seasoned body. Her legs shook wildly before giving out, prompting Dastrasz to squeeze her cheeks harder to keep her from falling. Small spurts of her nectar met his tongue, while the remnant grool was left to slide down her nether lips and stain her thigh. “My… my…” she gasped and let out a honey-filled laugh. “I really needed that, honey… little help?” Ever the gentleman, Dastrasz politely helped her stand on her shaky legs. Her dress fell back to her ankles, and she took a moment to readjust her underwear. Her gaze fell upon his modest, turgid manhood, causing her to frown. “Oh honey I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to leave you wanting, but I don’t think I have it in my old bones for much more today.”\n\nDastrasz bit back a wisp of remorse as he pulled up his leggings and buckled his belt, putting on a polite front. “No worries at all, ma’am. I’m just happy I could do something nice for you.”\n\n“Indeed you did,” she purred and stepped forward to give him a last, lingering kiss. “If you need anymore pumpkins, Sugar, I’m your girl. If you’re looking for [i]cranberries[/i] though, you want Ironforge. Tell Elizabeth that Wilmena sent you, and she’ll take care of you.”\n\nDastrasz’s golden eyes lit up appreciatively. “Thanks a ton! I really appreciate it, ma’am!” The half-dragon quickly bolted off to retrieve his pumpkins, leaving Wilmena to amble back to her post, still hungrily thinking about the delightful eating-out she just got.\n\n\n\n“Thanks, sis! I owe you one!” Dastrasz called back through the blue, swirling portal just before it closed. The grand city of Ironforge was one of his favorite places, but getting distracted from his task at hand wasn’t on the menu today. Determined, he marched straight through the city and out the front gates, catching sight of a younger-looking woman with short, brown hair and similar green eyes to Wilmena’s. She, too, wore the traditional pilgrim’s attire, and sitting next to her was a large stack of crates filled with fresh cranberries. The confident half-dragon strode up to the vendor and smiled. “Elizabeth, right?”\n\nThe woman smiled and let out a soft laugh. “Why yes! How’d you know?”\n\n“Wilmena sent me from Stormwind,” he explained. “I need some cranberries for my cooking, please?”\n\nElizabeth looked even more cheerful as she started to collect a pack of cranberries. “Aw how sweet! Wilmena's my mom, actually. We like to make this a family affair every year, right honey?”\n\nThe man standing next to her, likewise dressed in pilgrim’s attire and clutching a toy blunderbuss, merely nodded in response. A number of adventurers were crowding him and shoving batches of pumpkin pie in his face, leaving him unable to say more.\n\n“That’s my husband,” she whispered to Dastrasz, giggling. “He’s kinda stuffy, actually.”\n\nDastrasz chuckled. “Your secret’s safe with me,” he whispered back before adding, “Oh, uh, I forgot to mention I… kinda don’t have any money. Your mom was nice enough to barter with me, though.”\n\nA devious twinkle appeared in her eye. “Barter, you say?” She paused and looked him up and down for a long moment, settling on his eyes and horns. “You’re a dragon, aren’t’cha?”\n\n“In the flesh,” he said proudly. “Well, half-dragon, but you get the idea.”\n\n“Then I have [i]just[/i] the thing in mind to swap you for cranberries. Why don’t’cha go have a seat at one of the feasting tables, hmm?”\n\nThe request struck Dastrasz as odd, but he wasn’t about to argue when free food was on the line. He nodded and walked over to the furthest table, then sat down. A veritable feast was laid out upon the table, but before he could even pick up a turkey leg, he felt something shift below him.\n\nDastrasz pushed his chair back, and he found Elizabeth kneeling beneath the table, grinning wickedly at him. She pressed a finger to her lips, then reached out to unzip his leggings and pull his cock out. “Let’s just say I’m a connoisseur,” she whispered as she began to stroke him.\n\nDastrasz trembled softly, still feeling pent up after his romp with Wilmena. “Connoisseur of wh-what?” He whispered back.\n\nElizabeth licked her lips. “Cum,” she hissed and immediately slid his cock between her lips.\n\nThe half-dragon fought back a groan and looked over where her husband still stood, his back turned to the tables. “But… your husband…!”\n\nThe human woman ignored him, working her lips slowly but steadily down his thick shaft. Her tongue swirled around his veiny length, even peeking out from her lips at times, sending sharp shockwaves of pleasure through his well-toned body. She reached out with both hands and pulled his chair closer to the table, disappearing from his line of sight while continuing her onslaught on his genitals.\n\n“Shit,” he swore softly and leaned back in his chair. He could feel her throat pulsing and squeezing around his cockhead, and her hands began to tease and toy with his thinly-haired balls in kind. It didn’t take more than a minute or two before his head fell backwards, his back arched, and his hips bucked up to slam the last bit of his cock into her mouth. Elizabeth hummed greedily and put as much suction as she could around him, and she, too, had to fight not to moan as she felt him erupt straight down her throat. The human struggled to swallow the copious load Dastrasz blessed her with, and she was forced to pull her head back so his ropes would fill her mouth while her throat struggled to catch up. The salty taste was intoxicating to her, and when she felt his climax wane, she released him with a sultry ‘pop’.\n\nHis chest heaving, Dastrasz pushed his chair back to look at her again, finding Elizabeth smacking her lips and gulping down the last ropes of his virile seed. She giggled quietly and stuck out her tongue, showing that her mouth was empty. “The cranberries are yours, cutie. Happy Pilgrim’s Bounty.” \n\n“H-happy Pilgrim’s Bounty,” he gasped and hurriedly stuffed his manhood back into his pants. On one hand, that felt absolutely amazing, but on the other he feared what might happen if her husband took notice. He got up from the table and marched over, collected his five clusters of cranberries, and bolted back into the city in hopes of plying his sister for another portal.\n\nA minute later, Elizabeth climbed out from underneath the table and resumed her post, just as her husband sent off the last waiting adventurer. He looked over at his wife and tapped his left cheek. “You got a little something there, dear.”\n\nElizabeth giggled and swiped a remnant drop of cum from her cheek, then popped it into her mouth, letting out an audible moan in response. “Thank you, love. He had a full tank.”\n\n”Good,” he returned casually. “Keep an eye out for a willing void elf. I don’t think you’ve collected one of them yet.”\n\nElizabeth smirked. “I knew I married you for a reason.”\n\n\n\nYet another portal appeared, this one in the heart of Darnassus. Dastrasz called back another thanks as he walked out of it, with the magic fading behind him. Grace was getting agitated by his frequent requests, so he made a note to try not to ask her for another one that day if he could help it.\n\nThrough the city he walked, marveling at the fantastic elven architecture and making his way toward the city’s eastern gates. Just down a short ramp stood the traditional celebrants, one of which was surrounded by batches of fresh sweet potatoes. The night elf in question, contrary to the previous vendors, sported an outfit of tribal clothes akin to what many tauren wear. A bright orange headdress and matching robes hugged her body, leaving her purple-skinned arms exposed, save for a pair of orange leather bracers. A long braid of teal hair was slung in front of one shoulder and hung absently over her right breast.\n\nThe elf’s glowing white eyes appeared to flicker as Dastrasz approached, and she clasped her hands and bowed when he came to greet her. “Greetings, traveler. Here for sweet potatoes I presume?”\n\nDastrasz double-checked his list. “Yeah it looks like it. Just five should do it.”\n\nShe looked him up and down… then suddenly planted her hands on her hips. “You don’t have any money, do you?”\n\n“How did you know?” He asked in earnest.\n\n“Typical,” she sighed and shook her head. “Sorry, mortal, there’s nothing I can do for you. Come back when you have twenty-five copper pieces to spare.”\n\nDastrasz cocked his head. “Mortal? I mean, I guess I’m kinda half-mortal, but my mother assured me I’d retain a dragon’s longevity.”\n\nSomething appeared to change in the elf’s eyes. “A dragon? I might buy a dracthyr, but what would a dragon need my sweet potatoes for?”\n\n”I’m trying to learn how to cook,” he confessed. “My family loves me and says I can stay with them, but honestly there are so many that I kinda think I need to learn how to take care of myself. So I decided this was a good first step, y’know?”\n\nA melodious laugh escaped the elf. “Seriously? I don’t believe you. There’s no way you’re a dragon.”\n\n”It’s true!” Dastrasz insisted, his head whipping about. There weren’t nearly as many people in Darnassus as there were in the other cities… probably because Zidormi was a pain to deal with sometimes in reverting time after Teldrassil had burned down. “If I can prove it to you, can I have some sweet potatoes, please?”\n\nThe elf cupped her chin in an effort to hide a smile. “Do it, and I’ll think about it.”\n\n”C’mon,” he said and grabbed her wrist, dragging her along with him out the eastern gate and into the lush wilderness of Teldrassil. When they reached a big enough clearing, Dastrasz let go of her and strode into the open expanse, then turned to face her. He took a deep breath, and suddenly a cloud of smoke enveloped him, and in its wake stood a sizeable, red drake. “See?” His voice echoed forth, sounding deeper and more ethereal, but his draconic maw didn’t move. Brilliant red scales covered his body, with his underbelly covered in scales ranging from orange to white. His golden eyes and ebon horns were the only signs remaining of Dastrasz’s visage.\n\nThe night elf looked… unimpressed, then slowly walked toward him once more. “Hmmm,” she muttered, her eyes darting to and fro, inspecting him. She showed no inhibition about lifting one of his wings to peer beneath it, walking under it and behind to look over his back legs and long tail. It was here that she stopped, her gaze falling between his hind legs, and without warning she dropped to her knees and climbed under his belly.\n\nDastrasz rumbled in surprise when he felt hands start rubbing his belly. His long neck curled as he looked down between his legs, seeing her upside-down as she rubbed around the subtle separation between his scales. “Are you…?”\n\n“Ikaneba,” she introduced herself, the straps of her robe sagging down off her shoulders. A thin smile appeared on her purple lips as she continued to rub him. “I’m afraid just showing me your dragon form isn’t enough. I want to [i]feel[/i] it in action,” she purred.\n\nHer gentle, vigorous touch was certainly working in her favor, and a gentle rumble rang out from Dastrasz’s chest. “If that is what is required for sweet potatoes, then… very well.” He may have come off as reluctant, but in a way he almost expected this, considering how his morning went. Little by little, his scales parted, and a gentle wave of warmth radiated from within his sheath to wash over Ikaneba’s face. Her prize began to reveal itself from within, extending past his sheath and appearing to swell with arousal, her smile widening the more she saw. Bright, reddish pink flesh started in a pointed tip, then flared out wide down his shaft, and right at its base were two bulbous, dome-like shapes, making his base look massive. All in all, his draconic cock was about a foot long from tip to base.\n\nIkaneba exhaled sharply, her warm breath washing over his already heated length. With a little shuffling she pulled her dress down, her modest breasts falling free from their prison, but rather than remove it completely she yanked up the lower skirt instead, revealing a complete lack of underwear. Crawling on all fours she positioned herself in front of his pointed tip and arched her rump as high as she could, until that heated tool pressed squarely against her bald nether lips. “Now… fuck me, big boy.”\n\nAll Dastrasz did was shift his hindquarters forward, and the night elf cried out sharply as his length thrusted [i]deep[/i] inside of her, burying himself all the way to those bulbous domes in a single thrust.\n\nTo his good fortune, Ikaneba’s cry morphed into a husky moan. Her hands and bare feet dug into the soft ground to brace herself as the dragon’s hips drew back sharply, pulling all of himself back out save for his tip, only to thrust right back into her. Each thrust forced another cry from the night elf’s throat, but the cries were always followed by euphoric moans. Thrust after thrust gradually pushed her harder into the soft ground, and Dastrasz watched her eyes roll back into her head beneath him. Her bare skin was beautiful to behold, and in a few short minutes she began to quiver and quake underneath the red drake. Her last outcry was followed by a series of uncontrollable convulsions, her entire body crashing to the soft ground in pure, unadulterated ecstasy, her nethers spread wide by Dastrasz’s draconic cock.\n\nThe half-dragon couldn’t deny the intense tightness of the night elf’s quim. He keenly felt every contraction and spasm that desperately tried to milk his thick cock. No sooner did her climax subside than Dastrasz let out a rumble that turned into a roar, and a final thrust plunged even his bulbous base firmly inside her before erupting with an incredible burst of thick, heated, dragon cum. That first eruption filled her to the brim and beyond, the excess squirting out from their tight connection in all directions, while each subsequent burst sent more spent cum streaming to the ground.\n\nAs the haze of his intense climax fled from Dastrasz’s mind, his hips drew backwards to withdraw his cock with a squelching, wet pop, along with another shuddering moan from Ikaneba. The night elf fell straight to the ground, landing in the center of the large puddle of spent dragon cum. Her mouth was half-undercum as she weakly mumbled, “Habby Bilbrim’s Bounty… take all the taters you want.”\n\nDastrasz gasped for breath, and in another puff of smoke he returned to his blood elven visage. “Are… you sure? Can I help… you up?”\n\nIkaneba waved a dismissive hand. “Nah… I’ll get up… in a bit.”\n\nThe half-dragon could only shrug and bid the spent night elf farewell. He promptly made his way back to Darnassus, collected his unguarded potatoes, then started back toward the portal to Rut’theran village. As he walked, he took one last look at his list. “Pumpkins, cranberries, sweet potatoes… I can get herbs and honey anywhere. And… turkey.” His heart sank at the last note, realizing that he’d completely neglected to hunt for the wild birds while he was in Stormwind.\n\nOut of other options, the half-dragon started the long, lonesome trek back to the human city, left only with the wonderfully fond memories of his newfound gift for ‘bartering’. If nothing else, he felt like he’d really put his best foot forward for the holiday. It’s all about family after all, and not only was he within reach of cooking a fantastic feast for his parents and siblings, he also just might’ve been able to bless a particular night elf with a family of her own this season.\n\nNow if only he understood the value of a [i]copper[/i] piece.\n\n\n\nRanisa Whitebough, a night elf merchant dressed similarly to Ikaneba, let out a bored sigh. Seated on a crate just outside the Exodar, she hadn't seen more than a single adventurer all day, and the one she did had teleported there by accident. She glanced around, spotting no one else anywhere in sight, then uttered, “Ah fuck it,” as she hiked up her dress, spread her legs, and began to play with herself out in the open out of sheer boredom. Poor Ranisa.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<Stormwind>

Pilgrim’s Bounty: A time for giving thanks, feasting, and begging mages for teleports across Azeroth to go grocery shopping.  It was a particularly joyous time for adventurers who loved to cook, though Dastrasz was very new to the art form.  The muscular, elf-looking male ran a hand through his shock of crimson hair, narrowly dodging one of his ebon horns, as he studied the list before him.  “Pumpkins, cranberries… man, this could take a while,” he muttered to himself.  He looked around the outer gates of Stormwind, eyeing the holiday merchants a bit nervously.

See, Dastrasz was an unusual case.  Ripped from an alternative timeline, he was brought to this one by one of his half-sisters, alongside his full-blooded sister, to meet their half-vrykul father.  Dastrasz was not just one quarter-vrykul, but half-dragon as well, though he often preferred to stay in his visage when in populated areas.  His horns and golden eyes often gave away his lineage, though the multitude of red tattoos across his chest and down his arms, which he often kept exposed as he was unbothered by the cold, didn’t help him stand out any less.  Truthfully, he hated even wearing his usual fur-lined belt and armored leggings, but he knew better than to push against the societal conventions of Azeroth while outside of his homeland.  It was rare that he set foot out of Northrend, but with some encouragement from his sister, he’d only just started exploring in an attempt to make something of himself.

It’s confusing, yeah, but it’s also not relevant to this story.

Feeling entirely out of his element, Dastrasz waded through the crowd and approached an older-looking, human woman with silver hair, soft green eyes, and a pleasant smile on her face.  Gentle creases crossed her face as signs of her age, and Dastrasz guessed she had to have been in her late sixties in human years.  A traditional pilgrim’s outfit covered her from her neck all the way down to her feet, accompanied by a white apron and collar.  All the same, the black fabric did appear to… enhance particular assets about her.  “Welcome, Pilgrim!  Looking for something specific?”  Her voice had just a bit of pepper in it, but her age didn’t seem to hinder her enthusiasm.

Dastrasz offered her an awkward smile.  “Uh, yeah, um… do you have any, uh, cranberries?”

The woman laughed softly.  “Honey, you’re in Elwynn, and we’re known for our pumpkins around here.”  She quickly hefted up a pair of sizable pumpkins, one in each hand, and held them up in front of her chest.

The half-dragon caught himself staring for a moment longer than he’d intended.  Back home, the half-dragon had an… unconventional relationship with his family, making it difficult for him to keep his overeager mind out of the gutter at times.  “Y-yeah!  Sorry, yeah, I need, um… five pumpkins should do it.”

“You got it, handsome,” she said with a wink, gathering up his order.  “That’ll be twenty-five copper pieces.”

And Dastrasz’s face sunk.  “Shit… I knew I forgot something this morning!  Sorry ma’am, I don’t have any money, but I’ll be back later to-”

The woman suddenly grasped his wrist before he could leave.  “Now wait just a second, hon.  You know what bartering is?”

Dastrasz scratched the light, red stubble on his chin in thought.  “Maybe?  Like, trading?”

“Well sure!  I think I can forgive some coppers if you’d be willing to give me a quick hand out back.  Whaddaya say?”

Relief washed over the half-dragon.  “Sure thing, ma’am!  What can I do for you?”

The faintest hint of a smirk played upon her aged lips.  “Right this way.”  The vendor quickly led Dastrasz deeper into the forest.  He glanced back a few times to see the other vendors growing smaller, but she didn’t stop until they were out of sight.  The woman suddenly let go of his hand, and when he turned back to address her, he froze.  She was in the process of bending herself over a nearby rock, staring at him while she grasped the fabric of her dress and rolled it up bit by bit, until her full moon was on display for his viewing pleasure.  A pair of wide, black panties covered up her treasure, but her dress had deceived him, and her backside proved far larger than he’d thought.  Wrinkles crossed even her twin cheeks, but her pale skin was no less enticing to the youthful half-dragon.  “You give me an orgasm, and those pumpkins are yours, honey.  Simple.”

Much like his father, Dastrasz found he could never say no to a pretty lady.

He didn’t even register unbuckling his belt, and within moments his leggings were on the ground, and the half dragon rushed behind her, then dropped to his knees and fiercely yanked her panties to one side.

Truth be told, she hadn’t been expecting this, but a shameless moan fled from her as his pressed his lips firmly against her seasoned womanhood and began to lick, kiss, and tug on her sensitive folds with his lips.  “Oh Light!” she gasped and lowered her head, wiggling her rump to softly bounce her cheeks against either side of his face.  “It’s been ages since a proper man’s been in your position, honey…!”

The sharp tang of her nectar was felt keenly on his sensitive tongue, and the deeper he pressed it, the tastier she got.  Both hands slid up her thighs and grasped her cheeks, pulling them to either side to give him better access, and allowing him to start flicking his tongue rapidly back and forth over her clit.

“Nnnngh!  Haaaaaahn…!” she gasped, her entire body beginning to quiver after just a few short minutes of his feasting.  She gave him no warning as she began to shudder, then utterly collapse atop the rock as her first climax in weeks rocked her seasoned body.  Her legs shook wildly before giving out, prompting Dastrasz to squeeze her cheeks harder to keep her from falling.  Small spurts of her nectar met his tongue, while the remnant grool was left to slide down her nether lips and stain her thigh.  “My… my…” she gasped and let out a honey-filled laugh.  “I really needed that, honey… little help?”  Ever the gentleman, Dastrasz politely helped her stand on her shaky legs.  Her dress fell back to her ankles, and she took a moment to readjust her underwear.  Her gaze fell upon his modest, turgid manhood, causing her to frown.  “Oh honey I’m sorry!  I didn’t mean to leave you wanting, but I don’t think I have it in my old bones for much more today.”

Dastrasz bit back a wisp of remorse as he pulled up his leggings and buckled his belt, putting on a polite front.  “No worries at all, ma’am.  I’m just happy I could do something nice for you.”

“Indeed you did,” she purred and stepped forward to give him a last, lingering kiss.  “If you need anymore pumpkins, Sugar, I’m your girl.  If you’re looking for cranberries though, you want Ironforge.  Tell Elizabeth that Wilmena sent you, and she’ll take care of you.”

Dastrasz’s golden eyes lit up appreciatively.  “Thanks a ton!  I really appreciate it, ma’am!”  The half-dragon quickly bolted off to retrieve his pumpkins, leaving Wilmena to amble back to her post, still hungrily thinking about the delightful eating-out she just got.

<Ironforge>

“Thanks, sis!  I owe you one!” Dastrasz called back through the blue, swirling portal just before it closed.  The grand city of Ironforge was one of his favorite places, but getting distracted from his task at hand wasn’t on the menu today.  Determined, he marched straight through the city and out the front gates, catching sight of a younger-looking woman with short, brown hair and similar green eyes to Wilmena’s.  She, too, wore the traditional pilgrim’s attire, and sitting next to her was a large stack of crates filled with fresh cranberries.  The confident half-dragon strode up to the vendor and smiled.  “Elizabeth, right?”

The woman smiled and let out a soft laugh.  “Why yes!  How’d you know?”

“Wilmena sent me from Stormwind,” he explained.  “I need some cranberries for my cooking, please?”

Elizabeth looked even more cheerful as she started to collect a pack of cranberries.  “Aw how sweet!  Wilmena's my mom, actually.  We like to make this a family affair every year, right honey?”

The man standing next to her, likewise dressed in pilgrim’s attire and clutching a toy blunderbuss, merely nodded in response.  A number of adventurers were crowding him and shoving batches of pumpkin pie in his face, leaving him unable to say more.

“That’s my husband,” she whispered to Dastrasz, giggling.  “He’s kinda stuffy, actually.”

Dastrasz chuckled.  “Your secret’s safe with me,” he whispered back before adding, “Oh, uh, I forgot to mention I… kinda don’t have any money.  Your mom was nice enough to barter with me, though.”

A devious twinkle appeared in her eye.  “Barter, you say?”  She paused and looked him up and down for a long moment, settling on his eyes and horns.  “You’re a dragon, aren’t’cha?”

“In the flesh,” he said proudly.  “Well, half-dragon, but you get the idea.”

“Then I have just the thing in mind to swap you for cranberries.  Why don’t’cha go have a seat at one of the feasting tables, hmm?”

The request struck Dastrasz as odd, but he wasn’t about to argue when free food was on the line.  He nodded and walked over to the furthest table, then sat down.  A veritable feast was laid out upon the table, but before he could even pick up a turkey leg, he felt something shift below him.

Dastrasz pushed his chair back, and he found Elizabeth kneeling beneath the table, grinning wickedly at him.  She pressed a finger to her lips, then reached out to unzip his leggings and pull his cock out.  “Let’s just say I’m a connoisseur,” she whispered as she began to stroke him.

Dastrasz trembled softly, still feeling pent up after his romp with Wilmena.  “Connoisseur of wh-what?” He whispered back.

Elizabeth licked her lips.  “Cum,” she hissed and immediately slid his cock between her lips.

The half-dragon fought back a groan and looked over where her husband still stood, his back turned to the tables.  “But… your husband…!”

The human woman ignored him, working her lips slowly but steadily down his thick shaft.  Her tongue swirled around his veiny length, even peeking out from her lips at times, sending sharp shockwaves of pleasure through his well-toned body.  She reached out with both hands and pulled his chair closer to the table, disappearing from his line of sight while continuing her onslaught on his genitals.

“Shit,” he swore softly and leaned back in his chair.  He could feel her throat pulsing and squeezing around his cockhead, and her hands began to tease and toy with his thinly-haired balls in kind.  It didn’t take more than a minute or two before his head fell backwards, his back arched, and his hips bucked up to slam the last bit of his cock into her mouth.  Elizabeth hummed greedily and put as much suction as she could around him, and she, too, had to fight not to moan as she felt him erupt straight down her throat.  The human struggled to swallow the copious load Dastrasz blessed her with, and she was forced to pull her head back so his ropes would fill her mouth while her throat struggled to catch up.  The salty taste was intoxicating to her, and when she felt his climax wane, she released him with a sultry ‘pop’.

His chest heaving, Dastrasz pushed his chair back to look at her again, finding Elizabeth smacking her lips and gulping down the last ropes of his virile seed.  She giggled quietly and stuck out her tongue, showing that her mouth was empty.  “The cranberries are yours, cutie.  Happy Pilgrim’s Bounty.”

“H-happy Pilgrim’s Bounty,” he gasped and hurriedly stuffed his manhood back into his pants.  On one hand, that felt absolutely amazing, but on the other he feared what might happen if her husband took notice.  He got up from the table and marched over, collected his five clusters of cranberries, and bolted back into the city in hopes of plying his sister for another portal.

A minute later, Elizabeth climbed out from underneath the table and resumed her post, just as her husband sent off the last waiting adventurer.  He looked over at his wife and tapped his left cheek.  “You got a little something there, dear.”

Elizabeth giggled and swiped a remnant drop of cum from her cheek, then popped it into her mouth, letting out an audible moan in response.  “Thank you, love.  He had a full tank.”

”Good,” he returned casually.  “Keep an eye out for a willing void elf.  I don’t think you’ve collected one of them yet.”

Elizabeth smirked.  “I knew I married you for a reason.”

<Darnassus>

Yet another portal appeared, this one in the heart of Darnassus.  Dastrasz called back another thanks as he walked out of it, with the magic fading behind him.  Grace was getting agitated by his frequent requests, so he made a note to try not to ask her for another one that day if he could help it.

Through the city he walked, marveling at the fantastic elven architecture and making his way toward the city’s eastern gates.  Just down a short ramp stood the traditional celebrants, one of which was surrounded by batches of fresh sweet potatoes.  The night elf in question, contrary to the previous vendors, sported an outfit of tribal clothes akin to what many tauren wear.  A bright orange headdress and matching robes hugged her body, leaving her purple-skinned arms exposed, save for a pair of orange leather bracers.  A long braid of teal hair was slung in front of one shoulder and hung absently over her right breast.

The elf’s glowing white eyes appeared to flicker as Dastrasz approached, and she clasped her hands and bowed when he came to greet her.  “Greetings, traveler.  Here for sweet potatoes I presume?”

Dastrasz double-checked his list.  “Yeah it looks like it.  Just five should do it.”

She looked him up and down… then suddenly planted her hands on her hips.  “You don’t have any money, do you?”

“How did you know?” He asked in earnest.

“Typical,” she sighed and shook her head.  “Sorry, mortal, there’s nothing I can do for you.  Come back when you have twenty-five copper pieces to spare.”

Dastrasz cocked his head.  “Mortal?  I mean, I guess I’m kinda half-mortal, but my mother assured me I’d retain a dragon’s longevity.”

Something appeared to change in the elf’s eyes.  “A dragon?  I might buy a dracthyr, but what would a dragon need my sweet potatoes for?”

”I’m trying to learn how to cook,” he confessed.  “My family loves me and says I can stay with them, but honestly there are so many that I kinda think I need to learn how to take care of myself.  So I decided this was a good first step, y’know?”

A melodious laugh escaped the elf.  “Seriously?  I don’t believe you.  There’s no way you’re a dragon.”

”It’s true!” Dastrasz insisted, his head whipping about.  There weren’t nearly as many people in Darnassus as there were in the other cities… probably because Zidormi was a pain to deal with sometimes in reverting time after Teldrassil had burned down.  “If I can prove it to you, can I have some sweet potatoes, please?”

The elf cupped her chin in an effort to hide a smile.  “Do it, and I’ll think about it.”

”C’mon,” he said and grabbed her wrist, dragging her along with him out the eastern gate and into the lush wilderness of Teldrassil.  When they reached a big enough clearing, Dastrasz let go of her and strode into the open expanse, then turned to face her.  He took a deep breath, and suddenly a cloud of smoke enveloped him, and in its wake stood a sizeable, red drake.  “See?”  His voice echoed forth, sounding deeper and more ethereal, but his draconic maw didn’t move.  Brilliant red scales covered his body, with his underbelly covered in scales ranging from orange to white.  His golden eyes and ebon horns were the only signs remaining of Dastrasz’s visage.

The night elf looked… unimpressed, then slowly walked toward him once more.  “Hmmm,” she muttered, her eyes darting to and fro, inspecting him.  She showed no inhibition about lifting one of his wings to peer beneath it, walking under it and behind to look over his back legs and long tail.  It was here that she stopped, her gaze falling between his hind legs, and without warning she dropped to her knees and climbed under his belly.

Dastrasz rumbled in surprise when he felt hands start rubbing his belly.  His long neck curled as he looked down between his legs, seeing her upside-down as she rubbed around the subtle separation between his scales.  “Are you…?”

“Ikaneba,” she introduced herself, the straps of her robe sagging down off her shoulders.  A thin smile appeared on her purple lips as she continued to rub him.  “I’m afraid just showing me your dragon form isn’t enough.  I want to feel it in action,” she purred.

Her gentle, vigorous touch was certainly working in her favor, and a gentle rumble rang out from Dastrasz’s chest.  “If that is what is required for sweet potatoes, then… very well.”  He may have come off as reluctant, but in a way he almost expected this, considering how his morning went.  Little by little, his scales parted, and a gentle wave of warmth radiated from within his sheath to wash over Ikaneba’s face.  Her prize began to reveal itself from within, extending past his sheath and appearing to swell with arousal, her smile widening the more she saw.  Bright, reddish pink flesh started in a pointed tip, then flared out wide down his shaft, and right at its base were two bulbous, dome-like shapes, making his base look massive.  All in all, his draconic cock was about a foot long from tip to base.

Ikaneba exhaled sharply, her warm breath washing over his already heated length.  With a little shuffling she pulled her dress down, her modest breasts falling free from their prison, but rather than remove it completely she yanked up the lower skirt instead, revealing a complete lack of underwear.  Crawling on all fours she positioned herself in front of his pointed tip and arched her rump as high as she could, until that heated tool pressed squarely against her bald nether lips.  “Now… fuck me, big boy.”

All Dastrasz did was shift his hindquarters forward, and the night elf cried out sharply as his length thrusted deep inside of her, burying himself all the way to those bulbous domes in a single thrust.

To his good fortune, Ikaneba’s cry morphed into a husky moan.  Her hands and bare feet dug into the soft ground to brace herself as the dragon’s hips drew back sharply, pulling all of himself back out save for his tip, only to thrust right back into her.  Each thrust forced another cry from the night elf’s throat, but the cries were always followed by euphoric moans.  Thrust after thrust gradually pushed her harder into the soft ground, and Dastrasz watched her eyes roll back into her head beneath him.  Her bare skin was beautiful to behold, and in a few short minutes she began to quiver and quake underneath the red drake.  Her last outcry was followed by a series of uncontrollable convulsions, her entire body crashing to the soft ground in pure, unadulterated ecstasy, her nethers spread wide by Dastrasz’s draconic cock.

The half-dragon couldn’t deny the intense tightness of the night elf’s quim.  He keenly felt every contraction and spasm that desperately tried to milk his thick cock.  No sooner did her climax subside than Dastrasz let out a rumble that turned into a roar, and a final thrust plunged even his bulbous base firmly inside her before erupting with an incredible burst of thick, heated, dragon cum.  That first eruption filled her to the brim and beyond, the excess squirting out from their tight connection in all directions, while each subsequent burst sent more spent cum streaming to the ground.

As the haze of his intense climax fled from Dastrasz’s mind, his hips drew backwards to withdraw his cock with a squelching, wet pop, along with another shuddering moan from Ikaneba.  The night elf fell straight to the ground, landing in the center of the large puddle of spent dragon cum.  Her mouth was half-undercum as she weakly mumbled, “Habby Bilbrim’s Bounty… take all the taters you want.”

Dastrasz gasped for breath, and in another puff of smoke he returned to his blood elven visage.  “Are… you sure?  Can I help… you up?”

Ikaneba waved a dismissive hand.  “Nah… I’ll get up… in a bit.”

The half-dragon could only shrug and bid the spent night elf farewell.  He promptly made his way back to Darnassus, collected his unguarded potatoes, then started back toward the portal to Rut’theran village.  As he walked, he took one last look at his list.  “Pumpkins, cranberries, sweet potatoes… I can get herbs and honey anywhere.  And… turkey.”  His heart sank at the last note, realizing that he’d completely neglected to hunt for the wild birds while he was in Stormwind.

Out of other options, the half-dragon started the long, lonesome trek back to the human city, left only with the wonderfully fond memories of his newfound gift for ‘bartering’.  If nothing else, he felt like he’d really put his best foot forward for the holiday.  It’s all about family after all, and not only was he within reach of cooking a fantastic feast for his parents and siblings, he also just might’ve been able to bless a particular night elf with a family of her own this season.

Now if only he understood the value of a copper piece.

<Exodar>

Ranisa Whitebough, a night elf merchant dressed similarly to Ikaneba, let out a bored sigh.  Seated on a crate just outside the Exodar, she hadn't seen more than a single adventurer all day, and the one she did had teleported there by accident.  She glanced around, spotting no one else anywhere in sight, then uttered, “Ah fuck it,” as she hiked up her dress, spread her legs, and began to play with herself out in the open out of sheer boredom.  Poor Ranisa.

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