	<1>
	
	"Nnmh... harder..." she whispered into her lover’s ear.  The young draenei kept her long legs wrapped tightly around his waist, keeping as close to him as she could.  Her slender fingers were laced tightly behind his neck as she looked up at him lustfully, licking her lips and flipping her dark, tousled hair out of her glowing blue eyes with a jerk of her neck.
	
	The troll was all the more pleased to increase his pace.  His turquoise-colored manhood disappeared and reappeared from within her nethers a bit faster than before.  Despite its exceptional length, she seemed to have no qualms with accepting it.  He was quite young himself, though what he lacked in experience, he made up for with vigor... at least as much as he could.  The two had been going at it for maybe fifteen minutes, but it was clear the boy was working up quite the sweat.  "Ay... dis be... da hahdest I can go...."
	
	The girl giggled seductively and leaned her head back to puff out her hefty chest.  Despite her youth, she was surprisingly well-endowed herself, and her plump, soft blue breasts nicely cushioned right beneath the troll’s smallish tusks.  "You suuuure?"
	
	His panting doubled, but so did his thrusts, and within moments the draenei had her face buried in his neck as she shoved her hips firmly against his every, quickened thrust.  The boy screwed his eyes shut as he braced his body against the headboard of her bed, and could barely mutter, "I’m gonna...!"
	
	The girl’s eyes went suddenly wide.  "Do not...!" but it was too late.  The troll boy jerked his hips backwards in the nick of time, withdrawing his lengthy tool just as several eruptions of his seed burst forth, showering the girl’s bare chest thickly.  With the last of his energy he flopped backwards onto the length of the bed.  He was utterly spent, but the girl was another story.  She looked down at her bare body with a disgruntled expression.  "That is it?"
	
	"Dat... be all I got, hon," he wheezed, his steadily-deflating manhood laying more loosely between his spread legs.
	
	She huffed in frustration and hopped off the bed to reach for a nearby towel.  "I do not know why I keep giving you chances.  This happens more often than not.  Now what am I to do?"
	
	The boy weakly turned his head to look at her.  "Sorry... Luu... I will do bettah next time...."
	
	"I think not," she grumbled and yanked harshly at the bed sheet beneath him.  It was hardly enough to pull him to the floor, but it did shake him enough to stand.  "Go home before my father returns.  And please, do not return."
	
	The troll gave her a hurt look.  "Aww, Luu, ya don’t mean dat...."
	
	"I-" she was about to retort, but the sudden noise of her bedroom door swinging open caught her immediate attention.  Her rage had deafened her to the newcomer, but it was far too late to hide now.
	
	The door opened to reveal an utterly shocked draenei male, easily seven feet tall with vivid blue skin and powerful-looking arms.  His glowing eyes took in the two undressed teens slowly, and his brain seemed to take several moments to process the sight.  Dead silence ensued for many moments before his deep voice echoed softly.  "Boy, what is your name?"
	
	The troll did his best to cover himself, and he answered meekly, "Razzah, suh."
	
	"Razzah, please leave my home.  Now," the draenei male returned calmly.  At breakneck speed the boy scooped up his clothing and quickly dashed past him without another word, leaving the hunter and his daughter alone to talk.  The girl’s cheeks flushed a deep azure, her hands hardly strong enough to keep the towel in front of her.  "Luuria... can you explain to me what I just witnessed?"
	
	Luuria could hardly find words herself, but she finally found, "Must I?"
	
	A dark cloud passed over her father’s expression.  "You must."  He calmly closed the door behind him and took a seat on the messed bed, patting it next to him for her to sit.  "Please."
	
	The girl reluctantly took a seat next to her father, though her eyes turned to the floor.  "You know what we were doing," she finally spat.  "What about it?"
	
	"Luuria, you are eighteen, and just barely.  Did you think I would allow this?" he asked with concern.
	
	"Is it so wrong?" she shot back, anger slowly seeping into her tone.  "Would you rather I do it somewhere else?  I am of age!"
	
	"By human standards," he reminded her.  "Our lifespans-"
	
	"Yes, yes, I know!" she huffed.  "I am yet too young for anything, yet these humans runabout at my age doing whatever they please!  It is unfair!"
	
	"And what if you were to become with child?" he prodded.  "What if you were taken advantage of?  What if-"
	
	The younger draenei stood sharply.  "Father, please, I know what I am doing!  Do you not trust me!?"
	
	Her father’s gaze hardened a bit, though he did not stand with her.  "Have you given me reason to?  When I find you doing this behind my back?  How long has this been going on?"
	
	Luuria’s anger faded briefly as her eyes turned back to the floor.  "About a year."
	
	The elder draenei looked like he could have had a heart attack right then and there, but he said nothing as he struggled to process her words.  Luuria bit her lip nervously as she watched him, her grip tightening on the loose towel in concern of his next move.  Finally, after many long moments, he stood slowly.  His own eyes would not meet hers, and his tone of voice was almost sorrowful.  "Two months, you are to stay in the house.  If you leave, I will find you, and I promise you will wish I had not.  I need time to think on this, as do you, and I sincerely hope you will come to understand why."  With that, he turned away and stepped out of her room, closing her door behind him.
	
	<2>
	
	Luuria’s mouth hung open in shock.  She’d never been punished so severely before, and while she had some understanding as to why, she didn’t quite share her father’s beliefs on the matter.  She quietly cleaned herself up and put on a loose shirt and skirt before she plopped down on her bed and buried her face in her pillow.  Luuria let out a high-pitched scream of anger, heavily muffled by the pillow, and after several therapeutic minutes of this she found herself with no more energy to be outwardly angry.
	
	In an effort to divert her attention, she reached under her bed and pulled out a heavily-worn diary.  It was not yet full, but she’d been using it for years to chronicle her own thoughts.  With a sigh she flipped it open and began to skim through its contents.  She’d started it when she was only five with the day her mother died.  Kiiva had been a huntress who had been killed by the scourge on an expedition to Northrend, and after hearing word of her death, Luuria took to her journal.  She’d had difficulty talking to her father about the incident, and to this day was not fully capable of properly processing it.  Several entries mentioned he’d approached Luuria to talk to her, but she’d ignored him as a way to avoid it entirely.
	
	From there, her attentions turn to the outside world.  She’d been fascinated by the other races on Azeroth, Horde and Alliance alike, and had made friends with many children of all colors during their time in Dalaran.  She was much more amicable with boys, but she often conflicted with girls.  Luuria couldn’t stand the clique mentalities and social games.  Boys were much more straightforward to her, albeit manipulative at times.  As she aged, her entries grew in detail.  She started studying certain boys as she grew, and eventually her entries were almost fully focused on other males.
	
	Finally, within recent months, she’d discovered the pleasures of sex.  Her first mate had been another draenei her own age, and while she’d been delighted to be with him, he’d ultimately left her unsatisfied.  It was that first taste that created an unquenchable thirst within her, and due to her father’s profession, she was most freely able to bring boys into her home and have her fun without being noticed.  It was all a distraction to her, but even during the bad performances she found comfort in just being close to someone.  No one had to know about her troubles that way, but she could still get that closeness for at least a little while.
	
	With another sigh she grabbed a quill and recounted her latest encounter.  Her expression soured as she recounted her father’s interference, though she continued with plans for proper rebellion.  She’d tried to be a decent person under her father’s care, but this was the last straw to her.  She felt like he’d invaded her privacy, and she was determined not to let that happen again.  She knew of a gathering in the Underbelly of her peers that coming evening, and she fully planned to be there.  A tauren boy by the name of Hayvern would be there, and she’d been flirting with him quite heavily for some time.  She was certain she’d find much more pleasure with him than Razzah, but there was only one way to find out.
	
	The silence upstairs both pleased and unnerved Sevran, but he found himself unable to properly focus on his daughter and this new development.  He sat in his living area with his head in his hands as dozens of conflicting thoughts whirled through his mind.  She’d always been a good girl to his knowledge, then he finds out she’s been doing who-knew-what with boys for the past year?  He knew such a day was to come, but even after raising her alone for thirteen years he wasn’t ready.
	
	Sevran thought mournfully of his deceased wife, though even she was a wild spirit in her youth.  It was how she and him and met, and how Luuria had come into being.  He should have seen it coming.  He should have tried to talk to her more.  He should have done many different things, or so he was thinking.  Luuria was all he had in life.  He worked constantly as a traveling guard for the mages of Dalaran to give her a comfortable life, and up until this point he’d simply hoped she’d understand... but it was clear to him that he hadn’t spent nearly enough time at home with her.
	
	He’d done his best to get her to open up after her mother died, but in an attempt to give her space he relented and allowed her a great semblance of privacy.  In the following years he’d grown worried that she’d distanced herself too much, and whenever he tried to approach her, she’d ignore him more often than not.  Work was his own distraction, but after this particular incident, he felt doubt about returning to such duties.  He’d acquired a great deal of gold as a guard, and with as much as he had, he felt he could at least take a leave of a decade or so to care for Luuria.  She seemed to need it now more than ever.
	
	Two hours of deep thought kept him in his chair, though when he broke from his reverie he felt no more stable than he had before.  Still, he knew that this too-long silence couldn’t continue, and with a weary mind he heavily trekked up the stairs to knock on Luuria’s door.  "Luu?  May I come in?"
	
	No answer.
	
	Another knock, and with a hesitant hand he pushed her door open to confirm his fears.  She was nowhere in sight.  Her window was wide open, though there was no sign of a ladder.  No doubt she had connections with flying mounts.  He felt a semblance of panic begin to invade his mind when he caught sight of a corner of her journal sticking out from beneath her bed.  He’d known of the book, but not once had he ever pried it open.  Now, regrettably, he felt he had no choice.
	
	<3>
	
	Luuria giggled happily in the back seat of the clunky-looking rocket.  She’d added a set of matching stockings to her short, black skirt, though she’d relinquished her t-shirt in favor of a strapless, dark blue tube top.  A few silver rings adorned a couple of her tentacles, though otherwise she hadn’t bothered with anything else.  Makeup wasn’t really her thing, not that she needed it, and she secretly hated undergarments of any kind.  Brassieres didn’t work with her top anyway, and she got quite the rise out of flaunting her short skirt without any panties beneath.  No one would notice unless she decided to lift her tail, though she only ever did so for the right boys.  She was more than confident of herself, and she knew exactly what she wanted.
	
	"How ye doin’ back thar?" the pilot called out.  A short, burly dwarfess with fiery red hair maneuvered the rocket with expert skill through the city’s lively streets, and while she showed her own share of skin with her attire, her loose leather vest and pants weren’t nearly as feminine as Luuria’s.
	
	"This is great, Colleen!  Where did you get this?" Luuria called back, shooting her hands into her lap to keep the skirt’s fabric down.
	
	Colleen cackled maniacally as she threw the rocket into a brief barrel roll, her long hair flying behind her wildly.  "Made ‘er meself!  Mah da did tha metalwork, I did tha designin’, an’ ye be lookin’ at tha finish!"  All at once the rocket ground to a heavy halt to hover in midair outside a small archway, and with a loud click it disappeared to leave the two girls standing oddly in the middle of the road.  Colleen held up a remote control and gave it a quick check before she pocketed it, puffing out her sizeable chest confidently beneath the vest.  "Whaddaye think?"
	
	Luuria did her best to readjust her now-messed, black hair.  "Wild!  I cannot thank you enough for coming to get me.  I owe you a bit one."  She happily hugged her friend in gratitude.  "Will you be able to get me home later?"
	
	"Aye!  Jus’ gimme a shout whenever yer ready.  I’ll be shmoozin’ it up with tha others out by tha fountain if ye need me."  Colleen gave Luuria a quick wave before she went striding off down the street and out of sight.
	
	Luuria smiled to herself as she turned toward the archway, and after a quick glance around she slipped through it to head down to the underbelly beneath Dalaran.  Not nearly as many people were around down there, and those who were certainly didn’t seem like quite the reputable type.  Luuria chose not to acknowledge them for the most part.
	
	The young draenei’s thoughts went wild with what she knew was coming.  She’d heard so much about tauren males before, though the tauren were one race she’d never gotten to be with before.  She seldom judged men by their size -some of her best encounters were with dwarves or even goblins- but the thought of a sizeable tauren was more alluring than she cared to admit to herself.
	
	After a few twists and turns, Luuria found herself in a long tunnel.  About midway down leaned a shadowy figure against one wall, though at her approach the figure quickly stood upright and began heading her way.  He was massive -far taller and bulkier than she’d imagined- wearing a set of loose leathers similar to her dwarf friend.  The tauren stopped several feet from her and echoed in a deep voice, "That you, Luu?"
	
	Luuria flashed him a devilish smile through the darkness.  "Who else?"  Her dimly-glowing eyes casted a faint, blue hue upon the tauren himself, revealing him to have light tan fur with the occasional dark brown spots.  She walked closer to him slowly, hips swaying seductively as she pressed her body against him in a soft embrace.  "It is good to see you again, Hayvern."
	
	One, massive hand dropped against her back as he returned her gesture.  "Likewise, blue.  It has been too long... I admit, I have been hoping for many moons that we might actually go out together."
	
	She looked up at him and grinned again.  "Well, hope no more, big one.  I have waited for this myself for a long time."
	
	The tauren chuckled softly and took her hands in his.  "So... the gathering is further that way," he remarked and jerked his thumb up over his shoulder.  "Or, if that isn’t your thing...."
	
	Her blue eyes flitted up to his.  "Have you read my mind?" she asked sweetly and squeezed his remaining hand.  "Too many people attend these gatherings.  I much prefer the peace and quiet with one so... gifted."
	
	Her remark didn’t seem to faze him.  "Very well.  I think I may know of a place, though I could use a light to guide my way."
	
	Another grin as she turned her back to him.  "Just tell me where to go," she cooed, and with a playful laugh her tail lifted nice and high before him, curling her skirt up to reveal a flawless view of her soft, blue bottom to him.
	
	Hayvern hesitated for a long moment as he took in the view, and Luuria had to actually lower her skirt a bit in order to break his reverie.  He pointed a large finger back the way she had come.  "This way, and to the right," he added, and the two were off.  The pair remained silent as they walk, Hayvern’s eyes upon her rump, and Luuria’s glances were ever-backwards to the sizeable bulge between his legs.  Both were mostly aware of what the other wanted, and both planned on getting it.
	
	<4>
	
	Their path led them to a narrow tunnel that stopped at a door-sized sewer grate.  The tunnel itself ran a long way, and unless a passerby were obscenely curious, no one would normally chance upon it.  The odd pair stopped at the grate and turned to each other, looking at one another without reservation as to their intentions.  "So," Luuria started as she reached down to fiddle with the fringe of her skirt, "I do not think much more need be said, though being the gentleman you are, surely you would be honest about that hidden weapon of yours and what it can do, no?"
	
	Hayvern flashed her a grin of his own, and with hasty hands he reached down, unclasped his belt, and let his leathers drop freely to the floor.  From within sprang perhaps the largest manhood Luuria had encountered, easily several inches in circumference and more than twice as many in length with a uniquely-tapered tip.  It already had a droplet of precum at its tip, and judging by his castaway leathers, he’d been holding it back for quite some time.  "Trust me, it can do far more than it looks like it can."
	
	Luuria’s cheeks flushed a deep navy color as she looked between his tool and his face, and she couldn’t hide a soft giggle.  "And what does that mean?" she poked, stepping forward and boldly taking hold of it with one hand.
	
	The sudden touch caused the tauren to gasp in surprise, though he did not pull back.  "I... I don’t know exactly, but I assure you it can."
	
	"We’ll see," she teased and pressed a slender fingertip against its head.  With her open hand she flipped her skirt upward, and without so much as a kiss she guided his shaft downward, spread her legs, and slid his girth between her soft, plump thighs.  Her teenage slit had been growing wetter from the second she’d seen his bulge, and the skin to skin contact left a great deal of her nectar upon his tool.  "Do it," she breathed.
	
	Hayvern needed no further coercion.  The tauren’s powerful hands latched onto Luuria’s hips to pull her firmly against him.  The draenei barely had time to throw her arms around his neck before he lifted her off her hooves, shoved her against the tunnel wall, and drove his hips forward to bury himself firmly inside her.
	
	White flashed before her eyes as she felt her insatiable lust finally quenched... however the fleeting feeling was almost immediately replaced by a searing pain.  She looked down between them as he began to pump his hips back and forth to see a trickle of blood run down her thigh.  She was no virgin, but his sharp penetration had been far too rough.  "Hold it," she echoed sharply, tightening her grip on him as she struggled to lift her hips for a more comfortable angle.
	
	The large tauren acted like he hadn't heard her, his painful thrusts unrelenting.
	
	Luuria grunted painfully and loosened her grip on his neck.  "Hey, I said-" she started when Hayvern’s hands suddenly clamped down on both of her wrists and pinned them sharply against the tunnel wall.
	
	"Shut up," the tauren hissed, any gentleness in his voice suddenly gone.  "I was promised a taste, and I will have it."
	
	It was right then that the first wave of true fear washed over Luuria.  This wasn't how her encounters ever went, but at the same time she seldom, if ever, met anyone in such a secluded place.  Her survival instincts kicked in as she cried out, "Let go-" before another heavy hand came out of seemingly nowhere and clapped over her mouth.
	
	"You were granted a taste, nothing more yet," the newcomer rumbled in guttural common.  Luuria looked at the green-skinned orc who held her mouth shut with wide, horrified eyes.
	
	Hayvern’s thrusting ceased reluctantly as he shot the orc an aggravated glare.  "That was barely a taste!  I earned at least a few minutes simply by bringing her here!"
	
	The orc remained calm, but stern.  "If you wish to defy Evren then so be it, but-"
	
	Hayvern backed off immediately at the mention of the name.  "Fine, fine, just hold her for a moment," he sputtered.  The tauren shoved her roughly to the orc, allowing him to redress himself.  Luuria struggled viciously as the orc held her, but his foul-smelling hands had her own arms pinned behind her back and her mouth sealed shut, not to mention he seemed ungodly strong compared to how thin he looked.  She figured he had some kind of magic at use, though she was no magic-user herself.  Reluctantly she ceased her struggle, hoping to conserve her energy in case either male faltered.  This had gotten serious quickly.  Once dressed, the tauren quickly reached for her hooves, but in the blink of an eye one of Luuria’s long legs swept up and cracked Hayvern harshly in the jaw.  "Grah!" he reeled and cursed angrily, spitting blood.
	
	The orc sighed.  "Was I too early to praise you?"
	
	Another glare from the tauren, rubbing his jaw briefly before making a second attempt to grab her legs.  Luuria tried to kick again, but he was ready this time, and he had hold of her ankle before her hoof could make contact.  The pair soon had her held entirely above ground, carrying her almost like a stretcher into the darker depths of the foul sewers.
	
	No one heard a thing.
	
	But they didn’t need to.
	
	Out in the busy city streets, Sevran strode with intense purpose, his sharp eyes darting one way and the other, lingering briefly upon each individual before moving to the next.  As he neared the Dalaran fountain, the view of a female dwarf chatting with a number of other dwarves struck him as familiar.  Without hesitation, the draenei strode right up behind her and cleared his throat.  "Colleen, no?"
	
	The hair on the back of her neck stood up instantly, and with wide eyes she slowly turned to face him, granting him a nervous smile.  "Oh hi!  Dinnah expect ta see ye out ‘ere sir Sevran!  What-"
	
	"There is no time for this, Colleen," he cut her off sharply, glaring down at her.  "Tell me where Luuria is."
	
	<5>
	
	Colleen swallowed hard.  "Look, I really-"
	
	"Tell me," he reiterated more firmly.  The hulking draenei was nearly three of Colleen in height, though as long as she’d known Luuria, she’d never seen the male mad.  She wished she’d never had.
	
	A shaky finger pointed toward the archway to the Underbelly.  "We parted o’er th-thar.  She was goin’ ta a gatherin’, an’-"
	
	"My thanks," he rumbled sharply, and without another word he turned on his hoof and strode for said archway.  Colleen exhaled heavily in relief, looking down at her still-shaking hands.  She knew it wouldn’t be the last she saw of him, and if Luuria was to be punished, surely Colleen would follow.
	
	The burly draenei entered the sewers without fear or hesitation.  Sevran was a capable and fairly well-known hunter, and most knew to stay out of his way if he appeared to be on duty.  While he felt no need to fear his daughter’s health, he seldom, if ever, stepped out of his home without the ornate, jade-green longbow strapped across his back, along with a matching quiver of arrows.
	
	The Underbelly was not entirely new to him, but even an experienced rogue could get lost among their winding and labyrinthine tunnels.  Still, once he found a secluded spot, Sevran fell into a sort of instinctual trance.  The anger and concern for his daughter was channeled into sheer focus, and with a deep inhale his well-trained eyes began to scour the tunnel floors.  As agile as could be, the draenei flitted from one tunnel to the next, down another and on to several others, eyeing the stone for any sign of a proper hoofprint.
	
	It did not take long for his keen nose to pick up on something, rather than his eyes.  The scent in question smelled of honey and blueberries, a signature perfume that he knew Luuria favored.  It was a weak lead, but still he tracked it as best as he could down a side tunnel, until finally his eyes caught sight of several, hurried hoofprints in one particular tunnel.  Their size indicated draenei, though a second set of hooves was far bigger than hers, and he knew it instantly as tauren.  "Hayvern," he murmured under his breath, souring at the memory of the brief glimpse he had among the pages of his daughter’s journal.
	
	As bad as the scuffle was, it was the third set of prints that concerned him the most.  Large boots traced the outer edge of the scuffle, and further down the tunnel, the smaller hoofprints disappeared completely.  Finally, the icing on the cake was a large patch of thick blood on the floor, though just a dab upon his tongue relieved him to know it wasn’t Luuria’s.  Many priests believed that tauren had higher contents of iron in their blood, though only a well-trained hunter could discern such a detail.
	
	He had a path, and Sevran was quick to run it, drawing his bow in the process.
	
	* * * * *
	
	The two males had carried Luuria deeper into the sewer depths, though the journey itself was hardly longer than a few minutes.  All the while, Luuria did her best to calm herself down.  She was in trouble, but she still had her wits about her.  The gag they’d stuffed into her mouth was annoying at best, though she hadn’t held much hope of being able to scream or talk her way out anyway.  She tensed her muscles in preparation to fight back just before the males brought her out of a wide tunnel and into a massive cavern.  The color drained from Luuria’s face as she realized that dozens and dozens of males from every race stood about the cavern.  All wore deep orange robes, and all eyes were on her as she was carried through the throng.
	
	The crowd parted as Hayvern and the orc brought her up onto a platform that stood in the middle of the cavern.  A robed figure with its hood obscuring its face stood next to a large, wooden table which had a semicircular cutout at one end.  Leather buckles were bolted to all four corners of the table.
	
	Luuria was hauled up to the robed one and forced to stand before it, though her knees were about ready to buckle after having been carried by her legs.  The robed one approached her without fear, and while it was shorter than she, it had no reservations about getting up close and personal.  "Luuria, yes?" echoed a surprisingly seductive, feminine voice.
	
	The draenei nodded slowly.
	
	A gentle giggle followed from the hooded one before she looked between Luuria’s captors.  "Hayvern, Jark, she’s perfect.  You’ve done well for us all.  Prepare her."
	
	Both males bowed, and almost immediately they turned to Luuria.  Their fierce hands took hold of every scrap of cloth covering Luuria’s body and tore it from her bit by bit.  Fabric ripped stubbornly, and after a few minutes of struggle they had the teenage draenei fully nude for the crowd of cultists to ogle without consequence.  Her blue body was harshly cast upon the table and strapped down by her wrists and ankles, where the design of the table kept her legs parted enough for a male to simply step up and have his fill of her nethers.  Satisfied with their work, both males receded into the crowd, donned their own robes presented to them, and took their places at the head of the line as it formed before the steps up to the platform.
	
	The robed one slowly stepped up to the helpless Luuria and pulled the gag harshly from her mouth.  "Wouldn’t your father be so proud to see you now?"
	
	Luuria writhed and jerked as hard as she could against her bonds, but in her state she had no leverage at all to work with.  Her glowing eyes looked at the robed one in panic.  "Please... what do you want with me?  What do you mean?"
	
	A flash of a grin showed beneath the cowl as the robed one addressed her followers.  "Have your fill, my sons!" she cried out gleefully.  "Revel in her body as you see fit!  She is your prize for-!"  The words suddenly caught in her mouth, stopping dead in surprise as a sharp pain shot through the back of her neck.  A gloved hand reached back to feel the shaft of an arrow protruding from her robe as blood began to fill her throat.
	
	Standing in a pipe near the ceiling was Sevran, his bow in one hand as he worked to nock an arrow with the other.  Through the dead silence of the shocked crowd, he hissed angrily, "YOU.  DO NOT.  TOUCH.  MY.  DAUGHTER."