The great pyramid of Dazar’alor was a sight to behold for the elven tourists as they reached the end of their voyage. For the first time ever, the capital of the great Zandalari Empire was open to the Horde. Many affluent citizens of Quel’Thalas were willing to explore this exotic land and all the pleasures of life it had to offer.

Erisel was one of these privileged few. As the daughter of a well-to-do house, she was the product of a noble lifestyle, affording all the luxuries she could ever want. She was not shy about her pedigree and most certainly played her part. She wore only lavish clothes, dined only at posh restaurants, and socialized only with the elite of society.

For this excursion, Erisel had chosen a risqué red outfit composed of thigh-high boots, a high-cut skirt, a sleeveless top exposing her midriff, and most interestingly, evening gloves that reached past her elbows. She accessorized this ensemble with golden hoop earrings, a choker necklace, a navel piercing, and a handcrafted leather purse.

The outfit was perfect for Erisel’s voluptuous body. She possessed the right assets for an attractive female of her race: plump breasts, a tight waist, long legs, and a rounded derrière men would froth at the chance to spank. It was clear she took great care of her figure. Her soft skin was gently bronzed from sunbathing on the voyage, granting her a lively glow. Her long blonde hair was well-maintained, kept up in a ponytail that fell to her lower back.

Erisel didn’t need the help of cosmetics to look stunning, but she used them anyway, expertly applying just the right amount of powder and oil to accentuate her dainty face. Her beauty was not limited to her appearance, either. Wherever she went, a floral fragrance would follow. Needless to say, she left quite an impression on anyone who crossed her path, inspiring desire from men and envy from women.

Erisel pulled down her rhinestone sunglasses to admire the view as the ship drifted into the harbor. The pyramid was bigger than she had imagined. ‘Not bad for primitives,’ she mused. She was not particularly fond of trolls or their culture but could appreciate architecture of this scale.

“Still wearing those gloves, darling?” said a man next to her. He was Erisel’s fiancé, a rich sin’dorei man who knew how to appeal to her tastes… for the most part.

“Don’t be absurd,” Erisel countered. “I won’t risk soiling my hands in this place. Anything you touch is probably filthy.” Like her fiancé, she had the voice of an aristocrat, eloquent and condescending.

The man rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath.

“What did you say?” she snapped.

“Nothing,” he said.

Erisel frowned her displeasure.

“Worty,” she called to a goblin behind her, “we have reservations at the Spirits Be With You inn. Help Tasius bring our luggage up and check us in. I’m going to do some shopping.”

“As you wish, Lady Summerlust!” Worty cheerfully obeyed as he lifted two suitcases full of clothes. Erisel guilty of overpacking for her trips, but this tropical port of call was just the excuse she needed to show off all the fancy beachwear she recently purchased on her fiancé’s dime. Tasius begrudging disembarked, followed closely by a struggling Worty.

Now rid of her pestering fiancé, Erisel was free to strut about the city in search of methods to sate her curiosity. With a map in hand, she wandered from shop to shop, turning her nose up at the freakishly tall locals and ignoring their Zandali greetings. ‘How do these people live?’ she wondered to herself as a wild direhorn crossed her path. Dazar’alor was a far cry from immaculate Silvermoon, and could undoubtedly advantage from a couple of enchanted brooms.

Turning a corner, Erisel found herself in the Zocalo, Dazar’alor’s marketplace. As the beating heart of the city, the Zocalo was teeming with life. The sound of Zandalari drums and smell of Zandalari cuisine made her slightly disoriented. She weaved through the crowd of trolls, feeling increasingly out of place. ‘Have they heard of bathing?’ she inwardly complained.

Nearly stumbling over a cat-sized saurid, Erisel decided she has spent enough time in the lower caste. ‘I could really use a bath,’ she craved. She turned around to leave but realized she was missing her map when she reached into her purse. ‘Probably stolen,’ she determined. ‘Savages.’

Relying now on intuition, Erisel began her long walk back to the inn. She was too proud to admit she was lost, but it would eventually become obvious. “Idiots,” she seethed. “Why did they build their city into a maze?” After a few more wrong turns, she noticed the crowd thinning out, gradually leaving her as the sole pedestrian on a shady road.

Conceding to reality, Erisel accepted the fact that now was the right time to ask for directions. As luck would have it, she was only a few steps away from a shop. What the shop had to offer was anyone’s guess, but at least this one wasn’t decorated with shrunken heads.

Erisel strode over to be greeted by a shirtless troll nearly twice her size. He was a muscular creature with dark blue skin, dressed only in a primitive loincloth. ‘I could crack an egg on those abs,’ she mentally noted. It took her off guard how unabashed he was, not unlike herself. He was a fine example of fitness to be sure, but still a troll.

“Lookin’ for someting?” the troll asked as he leaned on the entryway with crossed arms.

“Yes,” Erisel replied. “I’m looking for a way out of this hell hole.”

The troll laughed out loud. “What’s da madda, elfie? Are ya out of ya comfort zone?”

“This place is out of anyone’s comfort zone. Do you have a map? I need to find my way back to the Spirits Be With You before I get tied to a spit-roast.”

The troll grinned, then beckoned Erisel inside. “Step on in. Rastiki will take good care of ya.”

Erisel lowered her shades, giving the storefront another quick survey before following Rastiki inside. The room was dimly lit, reminding her of the taverns of Orgrimmar. It smelled about as raw, too. No longer in a hurry, she gave the store a good once-over, noticing hundreds of varying flasks and other bizarre troll paraphernalia set upon wooden shelves. She also noticed a bed that was haphazardly made. ‘This must be a clinic or pharmacy,’ she surmised, ‘how crude.’

As Rastiki went around a counter, Erisel succumbed to her nosiness. She walked up to the nearest shelf and picked up a wooden carving that resembled a frog. It was interesting but didn’t seem to be of any practical use. “What’s this?” she pried.

“Dat be an idol to the loa Krag’wa,” Rastiki explained.

“Okay, but what does it do?”

“Improves ya health!”

Erisel rolled her eyes and set the object down. “So you’re a frog worshiper.”

Rastiki shrugged. “Krag’wa has been good to me.”

Next, Erisel picked up a vial full of a swirling white liquid. “And this?”

“Dat be blood troll mojo.”

“Gross.”

Erisel sighed with annoyance and lowered the vial back on the shelf. Although tempted to leave, Rastiki had one more piece of merchandise she wanted to examine. Tucked away in the corner was an ancient Zandalari totem. As a blood elf, she could sense some magical energy emanating from it. Needless to say, she was intrigued.

“What about this?” she demanded.

Rastiki leaned on his counter with a big trollish smile. “Ahh, dat be a love totem. Powerful voodoo inside. Best be careful.”

“A love totem? You’re joking.”

“No joke. All of Rastiki’s goods are of the highest quality!”

Erisel couldn’t help but smirk. ‘A love totem?’ she considered. ‘How cute. Does this troll think I was born yesterday?’

“Am I to believe this makes someone fall in love with you?” she pressed.

“No, not exactly. It… hmmm… ‘enhances’ breeding,” he corrected.

Erisel’s face turned red. ‘It’s a troll sex toy,’ she realized. It required a bit of self-discipline to keep herself from laughing. Surely this was some kind of gag gift.

“You can’t expect me to believe this actually works,” she stated with incredulity.

Rastiki stormed around the counter. “Listen,” he began, “everyting in my store is genuine. Rastiki don’t sell fakes. Now, I be treatin’ ya with respect so far, but I be losin’ me patience.”

Erisel could tell she had triggered him, and even though she hated to admit it, his anger turned her on. Provoking this simple-minded vendor was the most fun she had experienced since landing in Zuldazar. She started to wonder what would happen if she continued pressing his buttons.

“Mind your tongue with me, troll. I happen to be a lady of Quel’Thalas. I know fraud when I see it.”

“Fraud!? Psh! I don’t care if ya Queen Talanji herself. No one comes into Rastiki’s shop and insults his wares. Da totem works, dammit!”

“Really?” Erisel challenged. “And how do you plan to prove it?”

Rastiki fell silent as he considered the implications of the blood elf’s statement. While he stood there confused, Erisel glided past him for the entryway. Without a second wondered, she lowered the curtain to close the shop and purchase them some privacy.

Rastiki was at a loss for words. The strange elf was now standing before him with one hand on her hip and the other dangling at her side. This was those pose used only by women who all the time got what they wanted.

“Well?” she quipped.

Rastiki scratched his head. “Uh, what?”

“Are you going to prove it works?”

“Ya proposin’ I make love to ya?”

“How else would you do it, you buffoon?”

Rastiki held his stomach as he laughed. “Silly girl, what makes ya be tinkin’ ya could last a round wit me?”

Erisel seethed. “You don’t think I can take you? You clearly don’t know the first thing about elven women.”

Without warning, Erisel pulled off her top, flaunting a perfect set of tits barely contained within a frilly red bra. She then shimmied out of her skirt to reveal matching panties. Both articles of clothing were left discarded on the floor along with her purse as she sashayed over to a stunned Rastiki.

“You didn’t think you could get away with insulting me, did you?” she chided.

Rastiki remained muted. Erisel’s eyes flickered over to his bed, then back to him. He took the hint, walked towards it and climbed on. She followed close behind, then defaulted to a haughty pose as she waited for him to get in position.

“I had a feelin’ ya be in heat,” Rastiki interjected.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, troll. I’m only doing this to prove a point. If this doesn’t blow my fucking mind, you’ll admit you’re a liar and a fraud.”

“Well… okay den.”

Erisel huffed, then her eyes lowered to his loincloth. She was bearing witness to a disgustingly large bulge of a monster yearning to be free. Shocked, her hand mindlessly reached up to cover her mouth.

“What’s the madda, elfie? Never seen a man’s cock before?”

“Not one this big. Is it normal?”

“Hah! My bruddas wish dis was normal. Ol’ Rastiki has a gift.”

A fascinated Erisel slowly climbed on top of Rastiki from the foot of the bed. He watched the elf prowl over his legs until her head was dangling inches from his groin. As her hand reached out to liberate his ‘gift’ from the fabric, he started to wonder if all elves were this slutty. ‘Perhaps I be visitin’ Quel’Thalas soon,’ he contemplated.

With the loincloth no longer in the way, Erisel couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of Rastiki’s enormous Zandalari cock. In spite of her imperious demeanor, she genuinely looked intimidated. But who could blame her? It was about as big as her arm. Straining to find out how she was gonna take in the entire thing, she gulped, then looked back up at Rastiki with defiance to save face.

“Don’t let it go to your head. As far as troll cocks go, this is the first one I’ve seen. You might be on the smaller side, for all I know.”

“Whateva ya say, elfie. Get on wit it.”

“Don’t rush me.”

Erisel took a deep breath to steel herself. There was no going back now. If she didn’t deal with this troll and his tremendous cock, he might think her to be a coward, and that was something she simply would not permit. After staring at his giant phallus for a few moments in hesitation, she licked her lips and approached it with her mouth.

Thoroughly and slowly, Erisel went to work slathering her saliva all over Rastiki’s cock with her spongy tongue. ‘So this is what trolls taste like,’ she pondered. ‘Not as bad as I wondered.’ As cool as she outwardly tried to appear, she couldn’t get over how big it was.

After Rastiki’s cock had been given a good tongue bath, Erisel paused to look at her partner and judge his reaction. “You’d better be enjoying this,” she threatened.

“Don’t ya worry. Ya be pleasin’ me pretty well.”

“After I’m done here, it’s on to the main event.”

Feeling a bit looser, Erisel tried swallowing the entire length of Rastiki’s cock. Unsurprisingly, her mouth wasn’t big enough to fit the entire thing. She made a little gagging noise when the tip reached the back of her throat. Regardless, she soldiered on, bobbing her head up and down on as much as she could take.

Once a few minutes of dedicated cock sucking had passed, Erisel felt Rastiki’s hand pressing on her head, subtlety directing her pace. His veiny mast was throbbing in her mouth, only moments away from exploding. This galvanized her, giving her just the motivation she needed to work more diligently. ‘I wonder if troll cum looks any different than elf cum,’ she speculated. As big as his package was, she expected her answer to be all over her face very shortly.

“E’chuta…,” Rastiki whispered. Erisel had no idea what the word meant, but he sounded aroused, which was music to her ears. She was definitely working her magic on this troll, and he would soon return the favor. ‘By the time I’m done with him, this troll will be worshiping me,’ she promised to herself.

At long last, Erisel’s labor was rewarded when Rastiki ejaculated in her mouth. Unable to contain the hot load in her gullet, she disengaged, but even this wasn’t enough to save her from the creamy deluge. Before she knew it, her sophisticated elven face was splattered with troll cum. “Fuck!” she cursed.

Rastiki remained unresponsive until his cock finished convulsing, then he stared down the length of his body to offer Erisel a complimentary grin. His shaft was smeared with her pink lipstick and glistening with her spit. Even so, he was still hard. “I be tinkin’ ya have a lot of practice,” he remarked.

Erisel frowned at Rastiki in contempt. “Took you long enough,” she rebuked. “You’d better still have some mojo left.” It was much harder to assert an aura of superiority while her face was dripping with jizz. Nevertheless, she proceeded to wipe off the sticky war paint from her face with the back of her glove, preparing herself for phase two.

It wasn’t hard for Erisel to remove her panties. Casually throwing them to the side, she failed to notice they landed on the frog idol. Her hairless pussy hardly looked like it could stretch around Rastiki’s manhood, but she was past the point of no return. ‘This is gonna hurt,’ she brooded, ‘I’m probably breaking the laws of nature.’ Indeed, she had never heard of a Zandalari troll fucking a woman of her race. She may very well be the first and was gambling with her own well-being.

“Getting second thoughts?” Rastiki taunted.

“Getting impatient?” Erisel riposted.

Before the freshly-lubricated cock could be mounted, Erisel had to unwrap her prized bosom. Breasts of her magnitude were too exquisite not to be admired during sex, even if her partner was a simple-minded commoner. She reached back and undid the clasp to her bra with dexterous fingers, allowing the soft spheres to tumble out on display. With a narcissistic smirk, she pressed them together to demonstrate their squishiness.

“Ya got one hell of a rack, girl. I’ll give ya dat much,” Rastiki cajoled.

“I know I do,” Erisel jibed.

The time had come for Erisel to prowl on her hands and knees further up Rastiki’s mountain of a body. Straddling him with her legs, she grabbed his spear by the base and bit her bottom lip in anticipation. Then, with a decisive hum, she slowly lifted herself up and pulled the bulbous tip to touch against her quivering slit. She descended upon the shaft even slower, feeling her cavity spread to fit it all in. “F~uck,” she sighed. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her mouth fell ajar as she took her medicine inch by inch.

Rastiki’s three-fingered hands found purchase on Erisel’s hips, providing her a bit of balance as she began the journey up and down his cock a second time. Her hands, meanwhile, pressed down on his firm abdomen for support. She endured the initial pain of her hole being stretched to its limit, knowing her body would hate her later.

Short, stimulated breaths escaped Erisel as she worked the cock as only a nymphal elf could. Surprised and delighted he could fit inside her, she was now sure the worst of it had passed. All she had to do now was bounce until he surrendered the rest of his seed. She would never admit she enjoyed it, even if it was the best dick she’d ever had. She’d go all evening if she had to, if only just to prove him wrong.

Having a modest understanding of male psychology, she knew she’d have to make a few concessions here an there to evoke his next delivery. “Light… you’re too fucking big,” she rasped with the most amorous of expressions. To her concern, it was becoming easier and easier to fake her pleasure, almost to the point that it wasn’t fake at all. Without even thinking about it, she began to accelerate. It turned out she may have been in heat after all.

On the other end of the carnal exchange, Rastiki was having the time of his life. It wasn’t every day a pretty elf came into your store and demanded sex. His only regret was that none of his friends would believe it happened. All he could do was live in the moment, enjoying this gorgeous maiden of Quel’Thalas as she fucked her little heart out.

Taking a page out of Rastiki’s book, Erisel began to utter words of passion in her native tongue. “Anar’alah,” she exhaled on a particularly gratifying dip. The wondered entered her mind that Rastiki’s cock would spoil her appetite for elven men, but it was far too late to do anything about that now. She had acquired a taste for Zandalari whether she liked it or not.

Erisel was working up a sweat as she exercised her legs. She hadn’t expected an intense workout while on vacation, and if she had, she wouldn’t have bothered with makeup. Having by now grown accustomed to his over-sized turret, she had picked up steam, finding herself getting winded from such committed exertion.

Several minutes had passed since their intimate session had begun. As Erisel gazed down into Rastiki’s lecherous eyes, she could see no sign of weakness. ‘Dammit,’ she groused, ‘he should have cum by now.’ Perhaps she had underestimated his stamina. Be that as it may, her issue was nothing a little re-positioning wouldn’t solve. With a tantalizing laugh, she dismounted her partner and crawled around to face the other direction on all fours.

Erisel’s shapely ass was exhibited without shame. With an inviting wiggle and most devious of smiles, she was all but begging to be taken from behind. Fortunately, Rastiki didn’t need the help of a farseer to interpret her desires. “I guessin’ it be my turn,” he surmised. With cock in hand, he climbed up on his knees behind the thirsty elf and buried his Zandalari pride deep within her weary orifice.

Erisel arced her back for Rastiki as he assumed control. With his hands holding on to her waist for stability, he could start his assault on her cervix. His first thrust was slow, eliciting a moan of approval from his wanton patron. The subsequent thrusts that followed were faster, timed to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Clenching the bed sheet, Erisel braced herself for an unforgiving romp. Rastiki’s performance was so good that she could barely articulate anything but enraptured pants. Her body swayed back and forth in sync with his plunges, extracting as much bliss as she could in the sinful situation. Notwithstanding, she knew her future self would berate her for this sordid affair with an uneducated troglodyte.