<1> (Raylana's Relations - 1)

	"There," Rivo said as he tucked a little piece of incense into one of his many small pouches.  Trinkets of all sizes poked out of various pockets and sacks in the little bandolier slung around the vulpera's body.  "Am I missing anything, Cori?"

	The female vulpera pushed her spectacles up her snout as she peered over her long piece of parchment.  "That should do it," she assured him and shot him a cheerful smile.  "Can I come with you today, Uncle?  I promise I won't get distracted this time."

	A small hand ran over one of Rivo's long, red-furred ears as he pondered the thought.  "Hmm... maybe next time, honey.  I've got a bunch of special orders to fill today, and I need to be able to move quickly.  Orgrimmar's a big city."

	Cori's ears drooped, but the vulpera woman didn't protest.  "Very well.  Lemme know how the regulars are doing when you get back," she added with an exaggerated sigh of sadness.

	Rivo frowned and quickly padded over to place a gentle hand on her shoulder.  "Hey... I really am sorry.  But I hope you know I really appreciate your help with the inventory.  I wouldn't be able to do this without you.  It's good to know that the Horde can count on even our newly-adult kin."

	Her ears perked up a bit at this and a slight smile returned to her face.  "Thanks, Uncle Rivo.  As silly as that sounded for you to say, I really appreciate it.  Now get going, or your route'll take forever."

	Rivo smiled back at his niece, and with a sharp nod he was off at a swift pace through the Valley of Honor.  Tall cliffs towered over the small vulpera as he padded through the city he now called his home, much as many of his kind did.  As odd as it felt to have actually settled down, he found himself quite appreciative of the safety of such a fortress-like canyon.  He had no qualms at all when his sister asked for him to put his niece to work, and truly business was booming in the large city for his assortment of rare trinkets.  Vol'dun had been a veritable treasure trove of Zandalari artifacts the outcasts had 'misplaced', and combined with his engineering abilities and Cori's alchemy, the pair had made a profitable business for themselves in oddity acquisition and delivery.

	The early morning hours in the valley were rather quiet, though occasionally the sound of a training orc or a meditating troll might reach Rivo's ear.  Still, it was a peaceful enough stroll for the eager vulpera, and he'd grown quite accustomed to having that quiet time for his own thoughts.  Using a ground mount would've put his assortment of more fragile items at risk.  Here and there, Rivo stopped at various houses, knocked on doors, and personally assured their individual deliveries.  He made it a policy not to leave anything on one's doorstep, so unfortunately there were one or two trinkets already that morning that he simply couldn't deliver.

	The carefree Rivo was undeterred nonetheless, his path taking him deeper into the valley toward one of his regular customers' homes, and he could already hear their voices as he approached.

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	"Dear, come now.  We have the windows wide open."

	The dark-green-skinned orc shrugged nonchalantly as he plopped himself down at a rough-hewn wooden table in naught but a brown loincloth.  "What?  It's my own house, isn't it?"

	The crimson-haired blood elf shook her head helplessly as she took a sip from her morning tea.  "We worked hard to make a home here, you know.  I would hate for the guards to think of us as indecent and choose to revoke that privilege."

	"Pssh!  Back in my younger days the guards walked around in less!  You should've seen it, Raylana.  They walked around in tiny damn harnesses!  HARNESSES!" he declared proudly as he began to messily tuck into a plate of tallstrider eggs his wife had prepared for him.  "Befides," he mumbled with a mouthful.  "You could relaf your modefty.  Bet the neighborf would like it."

	"I already have," she retorted with a roll of her light green eyes.  Indeed, before she'd married him, the elf never would've considered wearing only her elegant gold-and-emerald robe in front of their open window, let alone without any sort of undergarment.  The thin smile upon her lush lips showed no true anger or irritation in her thoughts, however, and again she simply sipped her tea and enjoyed the morning breeze.  Raylana's slender nose twitched as she drank in the scent of her tea... though something wasn't quite right about the aroma.

	"Already have what?" the chirp of a newcomer suddenly met their ears.  Both elf and orc turned to look out their window at a pair of large, red ears popped just above the sill.

	The burly orc wiped his face and let out a hearty belly-laugh.  "Don't tell me the little one's taken to eavesdropping to make end's meet?"  One of his weathered hands swooped out the window to pat the vulpera's back.  "You got our order, eh Rivo?"

	The vulpera chuckled at the orc's friendly gesture and began to rummage through his pouches.  "I certainly think I do.  Let's see... a box of freshly-ground goldthorn tea for Mrs. Skullcrusher,"  His clawed hands pulled a small wooden box and sat it on the window sill.  "Aaaand... ah!  A new samophlange for the ever-curious Torak."

	Torak gasped in awe as he took the samophlange from Rivo and turned it a few times over in his hands.  "I... don't get it."

	Rivo shrugged.  "The goblin who sold it to me said the same thing.  Enjoy, and send me a letter any time if you'd like something else ordered!"  With that, the vulpera happily padded back off into the valley and out of sight.

	"So strange," the orc mused and continued to inspect his new device.  "What do you think, honey?  Any idea how-"  His gaze drifted up from his device to regard his elven wife, but his words outright caught in his throat.

	Raylana's ornate robes had slipped from her shoulders, leaving her entire upper body completely exposed to any and all who might so much as glimpse at the couple's open window.  Despite her slender figure, the elf often wore loose robes to somewhat conceal her exceptionally large bust... yet there it was in all its glory, rosy nipples and all.  The sleeves of her robes had bunched up at her wrists, though both hands were yet hidden beneath the table.  With her eyes shut and her body quivering, coupled with a sudden squirt of her nectar and a sharp moan, it was blatantly obvious as to what she was doing.


	Torak's mouth hung open for a long moment as he watched his wife gently shake in her seat.  "Honey, uh..." he was able to muster, but even that didn't seem to break her from her intimate reverie.  If anything, she seemed to bear her hands down even harder, until suddenly her head flung backwards and a sharp, high-pitched moan of intense pleasure escaped her lips.  Her eyes slid open seductively to gaze half-lidded at her husband.  She was not normally so... lascivious, though if she wasn't at all adventurous one might wonder why she picked an orc to marry.

<2> (Raylana's Relations - 2)

	Her body continued to quake as her hands drew apart to let her robes slip even further away, and with her natural grace she moved to slowly stand, revealing just a hint of her treasure and mound of thick, red curls from between her voluptuous thighs.  Raylana's lips parted only to say, "Fffffuck me, big boy."

	Despite the orc's shock, he'd never been one to deny his wife much of anything.  With barely any effort, Torak flung their breakfast table halfway across the room and thundered directly into his wife, pulling her fiercely into his arms.  Their lips met in a frenzy of lustful kisses as his weathered hands groped and kneaded Raylana's bountiful assets.  The meager loincloth that kept the last bit of his modesty was soon flung to the floor, and with a fierce growl he drew back, grinned at his wife, and promptly whirled the lithe elf around away from him.

	Raylana allowed him to touch her as he wished without even the least bit of resistance.  She found herself looking directly out their wide open window as she submitted to his touch, though not a lick of shame was in her mind as she bared her naked body for the entire valley to see.  A giddy, uncontrollable smile crossed her face as she felt her husband grasp a thick handful of her hair, and with a lustful moan she was shoved forward to hang halfway out the window, her breasts swinging freely over the sill.  Her hands found a death grip on the wood as she suddenly felt her husband's green-skinned totem pressed tight to her nethers, followed by the ever-predictable, vicious thrust to bury it deep inside her.  An even louder cry left her as her head was yanked upward by her hair, while his free hand landed a firm smack upon her bare backside, leaving a reddish hand imprint upon her flawless skin.  "FUCK!" she cried out as he began a vicious series of brutish thrusts, her nether lips spread wide rapidly and repeatedly with his primitive thrusts.

	Her assets wobbled beautifully with each rock of her body, and certainly the lustful orc was more than happy to make them wobble even faster with his eager thrusting.  The couple had gotten bold before, but never so bold as to let the world in on their intimate life.  Green skin met her peachy rump again and again as he boldly ravished his beautiful wife, and soon enough their loud cries actually did begin to draw the eyes of a few neighbors and passerby.  Members of all races of the Horde began to shamelessly watch the couple, some of which even began to toy with each other in the process.  Even among the high standards of the blood elves, Ralyana was considered quite the beauty.  Few might admit it, but seeing one such as herself so gruffly taken by a strong orc was... well, pretty damn hot.

	Raylana's moans intensified as she felt her husband's green balls smack wetly against her soaked folds and clit, and with every thrust her backside at least attempted to grind back against him.  Each yank of her hair sent a powerful shock of delight through her slender body.  Her rump was growing quite red with each successive spank, but still she clung to the sill and braced herself for harder and harder thrusts.  It wasn't long before her legs began to quiver once more, and a much shakier moan left her trembling lips as a second climax ripped through her.

	Torak trembled behind her as he felt her nether lips cling to his invading tool.  The pair had been together long enough for him to be able to read her body like a book, and without skipping a beat he yanked her hair hard enough to pull her upper body upright, tearing her fingers from the sill and clamping his free hand tight down over her left breast.  Her titflesh fought to squeeze between his thick fingers as he attempted to cup as much of it as he could, while two fingers sharply pinched down onto her rosy nipple to roll the sensitive nub back and forth between them.

	The volume of Raylana's moans could go no higher, but the added stimulus to her already-intense climax turned them into almost breathless screams of ecstasy.  Her strong husband had such an iron grip on her that her feet were free to come off the ground and shakily plant themselves on the sill instead.  Her legs continued to shake violently as she attempted to stabilize herself, though her husband's repeatedly-plunging orchood was relentless in its plundering of her eager depths.  Her free-hanging breast bounced up and down with each delicious thrust, and her second climax was suddenly followed by an even more powerful third.  The blood elf's green eyes rolled into the back of her head as her mouth dropped open and her tongue spilled out, her mind utterly overwhelmed by lustful pleasure.

	The brutish orc took a great deal of pride in his ability to take her for hours on end, but even during their most passionate love makings he couldn't remember having ever seen her act so outwardly lewd.  Torak was quickly becoming aware of the stares that had settled upon the exhibitionist couple, and to his own surprise, knowing that others were watching had stricken a powerful blow to his stamina.  His toned legs flexed as he felt his own climax rapidly rocket up his length, and before he had a chance to warn her a guttural grunt escaped him, followed by a heated eruption of his orcish cum deep inside his wife's waiting nethers.  Trickles of hot seed ran down his shaft and balls as he unloaded himself inside Raylana for their neighbors' viewing pleasure, and as the last drop left him he had to forcibly cease his thrusts, wedging her balls-deep on himself in order to keep her from falling.

	Raylana panted as if she were in heat, her chest heaving as she tilted her head to look back at him.  Her hair was matted with sweat, but the impish smile she shot him said all she needed to.  One slender hand reached up and back to take a handful of his hair as well, while the other slipped between her own thighs and further down to give his balls a tender squeeze as she whispered, "I think our audience wants an encore... as do I."

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	Rivo had been far out of earshot by the time Raylana and Torak had decided to get frisky, leaving the oblivious vulpera simply content with his usual path through Orgrimmar.  The Valley of Wisdom was even more pleasant to pad through with its cascading waterfalls and ever-friendly tauren tribes.  Of course, the valley was home to Orgrimmar denizens of all races, and soon he found himself steadily approaching the home of two more of his best customers.
