<2> A long line of countertops framed a small table perched at the kitchen's center, and at the far end of it sat the innocent Nakir amid a late night snack of Stormwind Brie and crackers. His dimly-glowing, white eyes drifted up toward Laruu as she entered, offering her a polite smile. "Hungry?" he offered and held up a cracker with cheese. Laruu politely held up a slender-fingered hand. "Oh I couldn't take your food. You have been so kind to simply host us as you have, Nakir." "Nonsense," he returned with a deep chuckle. "My home has always been the home of Aalia's friends. Truly, it is good to have you all here again. Reminds me of the good times." "So it does," she agreed with a melodious, perhaps exaggerated, giggle of her own. "Some of my best memories are here with those two. It is like a second home to me." Compared to most draenei, Lightforged or otherwise, Laruu was particularly tall, and it was exceptionally apparent as she began to easily sift through the higher kitchen cabinets. Nakir smiled warmly as he nodded in agreement, but another glance at Laruu nearly made him choke on his snack. Her outstretched arm had parted her half-open pajamas, granting the seated male an uninhibited view of the full side of her massive right breast. Her arm lowered to close a cabinet, and the added shift even gave him a fleeting glimpse of the light gray nipple that topped her heavy-looking orb. She didn't seem to notice as she sat a glass down on the counter and turned her back to him to open his ice box, her extra long tail swishing to and fro as she found a carton of juice, poured herself a glass, and took a dainty seat next to him at the table. Nakir raised a curious eyebrow, struggling not to look anywhere inappropriate. "I thought you said you couldn't take my food?" he quipped with a playful chuckle. Despite the fact that juice wasn't 'food', per se, Laruu put on an exaggerated look of shock. "By the Light, I am so sorry! So I did!" Her bright eyes flitted over the muscular Nakir with a sad look on her face. "Forgive me, I fear I cannot let this stand without repaying you." As delicate as could be, her pale, slender fingers reached out to tenderly touch Nakir's naked shoulder. "I fear I brought no gold with me to compensate you, so perhaps I can offer an... alternative solution?" The male's dim gaze flickered softly at her touch, his mind reeling in shock. "Laruu... are you suggesting-" Her slender finger suddenly shot upward to press softly against his lips, silencing him as a seductive smile spread across her lips. "To suggest is not in my nature, Nakir. I can think of only one manner with which to repay you suitably for all of the kindness you have shown me over the years... if you would allow it." At this, Laruu slowly drew her finger from his lips to take hold of her diving neckline with both hands, and little by little she teasingly drew the fabric to both sides. Nakir was speechless as he watched Laruu's colossal bust come into full view before him by her own hand. He had known her and Kani since Aalia had first started her teachings, but never had he imagined that even Laruu would grow into such a beautiful, gifted young woman. She had even passed the trial of the Lightforged at such a young age, and as such her skin had grown impossibly fair and milky white. Almost immediately, his boxer shorts felt about two sizes too small. Laruu was quick to notice the intensified bulge as her gaze drifted past the table, biting her lower lip seductively. "Is that a 'yes' I see?" she prodded, but she did not wait for him to find his words. Her towering form slowly dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor -the padding in the pajamas kept things more than comfortable- and with tender touches she dared to press her palms to his bare chest. A shaky exhale escaped her as she slid her hands slowly down his muscular body, tracing every curve of every muscle before hooking her fingers into the fringe of his shorts. Her gaze moved back upward to lock with his own, and with a coy smile she began to peel that pesky fabric down at a teasingly slow pace. The well-kept male had no words, nor could he find it in him to protest. He had not felt the touch of a female since his wife's departure, and to see her present herself so willingly to him... well, she [i]was[/i] a grown adult after all. Surely she wouldn't be doing something so salacious without having at least mentioned the prospect to Aalia, but such thoughts fled from his mind as he felt his manhood slip from its confines and into Laruu's waiting grasp. "Nngh..." was all he could eke out in a gasp of shocked pleasure, but there was no protest in his voice. It was Laruu's turn to look shocked as she gazed at the surprising appendage before her. The bulging shorts had not done Nakir justice in any form. The entirety of his azure-colored cock had to have been at least the length of her forearm, and its girth was almost too much for her thumb and index finger to meet around it. Its vein-covered shaft was hot to the touch, and she could even feel him hardening as she gave it the gentlest of squeezes. A thick drop of precum appeared at its rounded head in response to begin a slow trail down the underside of his head... until Laruu's gray tongue flicked out to lap it up.