Subtlety is for the Weak
Subtlety is for the Weak...
"Why in the Earthmother's name does it have to be so hot wherever I go?..." It wasn't the first time Bust had asked herself that as she looked up to the hot barrens sun, shining down brightly on the amber and golden plains, blurred by waves of heat as her vision of the horizon was distorted. She trudged on through the waist deep grass, purposely avoiding the roads as her tight fitting black leather armor clung to her fur wetly from the sweat. "If I don't find a mark today, it will have been three days straight. I'm so sick of berries and roots."
Bust was a rogue of relatively small renoun in the lands of the barrens. After all tauren rogues were almost completely unheard of. Nonetheless it had been 2 years since she had abandoned the Defias and returned to Kalimdor in search of a more independent lifestyle away from the suicidal ex-Freemasons of Stormwind. Her brother Smite Grimtotem had stayed behind, but she could tell when to cut her losses. She was of Grimtotem blood anyway, large, black as pitch fur, arrogant demeanor, and a knack for breaking the rules; she knew things happened and people died. Recently however she was going through a streak of hard times, as marks had become difficult to find. Few Alliance troops came through the barrens anymore, most stayed within the confines of Theramore Island, even less traveled through Ratchet. Occasionally she found one or two worth stalking but most turned out to be nothing more than simple footmen on transfer to Theramore. This most recent low in business was hurting her drastically as it had been almost a full week since she had something decent to eat or drink. She knew enough to keep herself healthy and fit off the land but she really wanted to indulge tonight.
She eventually gave up her post at a nearby oasis after filling her canteen and headed toward Ratchet, trudging slowly and almost dragging her hooves. She eventually left the tall grass and started traveling the road, no one else would be stupid enough to be on the roads in the middle of the day in this heat anyway, and she resigned to remove her top and shoulderpads, exposing her slightly undersized but definately there breasts as they bobbed softly. An hour of trudging in the sun and sipping on the canteen which she never bothered to put away was occasionally broken by the call of some bird of prey somewhere above; her hooves almost feeling the heat from the cobblestones. After another half hour, Ratchet was in sight, and she donned her chest armor again. Walking into town she stopped at the inn, ordering a cold Cherry grog with what little coin she had left and parked her backside rather heavily on a bench nursing the drink and contemplating on what she'd do if she had to go another day without any money...
Outside the tavern, a ship gently makes dock and offloads three humanoids, two humans, and a draenei dressed in rather extravagant gold platemail. In the human's hands were long pikes, while the draenei wielded a massive hammer. The draenei paid the goblin well and began to make his way to the inn, the two human footmen clad in simple chainmail followed closely behind him.
Bust downed the last of the grog as soon as she heard the sounds of approaching platemail. Knowing the sound well, since most front line soldiers wouldn't be caught dead in Ratchet, she ducked behind one of the large pillars inside quickly and weaved back into the shadows hiding behind a barrel. As she peered from her hiding place, she watched a well armored and wealthy looking draenei paladin seat himself exactly where she was just at a moment ago. The two soldiers with him remained at his sides. She smiled when they started speaking, knowing they imagined themselves to be the only ones at the inn at the time as their voices carried all too well...
"Naaru curse that blasted captain, he promised a two day trip. Now here we are a full day behind on our shipment to Lady Proudmore and we still have to cross these heated plains..."
"Aye sir but there was no other way... with the Menethil docks undergoing such extensive repair sir."
The draenei waved off his escort's comment quickly and let his plated fist come back down to the table softly, "It is no matter. Light willing we will depart for Theramore Isle tomorrow morning, bright and early. I will house myself in this establishment. You men may take leave until tomorrow morning, we leave at 0400 hours. Understood?"
Both humans responded almost in unison with a fairly basic "yes sir". Bust couldn't help but smile to herself, in their rush they'd be moving quicker than normal and not watching for ambushes. Even in this terrain. She reached into one of her satchels and produced a small vial with a viscous pink fluid. Downing the mixture, she felt herself become more and more difficult to see until she was completely transparent, afterwards she quite literally walked out right behind the trio, hooves cloping on the stone as she suppressed a laugh while they all looked around quickly. She slunk out of the Inn and made a leisurely trot away as the invisibility potion faded, making for a group of bushes just outside of the guards jurisdiction...
She had stayed behind the bushes the duration of the night, mixing several plants she had with her into a thick paste and coating her dagger with them, tending to her sword with a sharpening stone. She was in her armor the entire time while she rested, occasionally glancing over her shoulder to the town, making sure they didn't leave early. The air was considerably cooler than it was the day before, being a pleasant morning and a soft breeze carried over the barrens. Her eyes traveled to the eastern horizon and the cliffs that made up the border to Mulgore. The sun was certainly rising, the sky a gentle hue of hot purple near the cliffs as it gently faded to a starry navy blue, nearly devoid of clouds. Looking back to her work she made sure she had thoroughly coated her dagger in the poison, and coated the inside of its sheath with the substance as well. "Hmm, those guards will be difficult should I have to face them all at once..." She softly commented to herself. She opened her pack and prepared a second poison, coating two throwing daggers from her belt with the dripping green liquid. Another glance to the rising sun and she guessed it was about time. Being soldiers they'd most definately be leaving promptly, and her assumption was right as she peered through the bushes and saw the three of them walking briskly from the town, eager to get on the way.
By the time the men made it close to Bust's location, she had readied a dagger in each of her hands and held them behind her head, ready to throw. One of the men looked over to her direction and Bust saw her chance to strike. She let one dagger fly from the bushes with barely a sound as the soldier never had time to avoid the unexpected attack. The dagger lodged itself into his neck, square into his voice box, dark tendrils spread quickly from the wound as he dropped his spear with a clatter and gripped the dagger, foaming at the mouth for a moment before he fell over and joined his pole arm on the ground. The other two whirled around quickly to see their compatriot land on the ground in time for the second guard to take a similar wound into his body, right into the gut. He fell down screaming loudly as the poison spread through his blood stream quickly. The draenei by now had readied his hammer and closed the visor on his platemail, readying himself for an attack. Bust waited patiently in the bushes, her weapons being drawn silently from their sheathes as she stared at the draenei whirling around looking all over for their assailant. When he finally turned his back to the bushes she struck, springing from the bushes to the road with surprising grace, but a strength expected of a tauren as she makes the incredible fifteen foot leap to the him. Unexpected however, was his reaction as he whirled around quickly, while swinging his massive battle hammer. Bust was fortunate enough to land the first blow, slicing barely through the chainmail near his collarbone and making contact with her dagger before his hammer sent her rolling off away from him. He stood, squared off against her in a ready stance as Bust rolled and got to her hands and hooves, standing also in a combat stance. The Draenei regarded her curiously but never dropped his guard... "A tauren? Attacking from the shadows like an honorless bandit? Of all the races of the light forsaken Horde I would have expected you to have at least had some honor about you." He glared at her from under his visor.
Bust eyed the paladin, never flinching once as she eyed his platemail quickly, knowing she could not outrun a determined paladin, and instead looking for gaps in his armor. It was then she noticed the cut on his neck where her blade had managed to knick his skin. She couldn't help but let out an arrogant smile, as her eyes then drifted to the fat sack of coins and a pouch that was about his waist near his armored prayerbook. "Well.. maybe you misjudge us all Paladin. Some of us bandits simply want to get by with a little fun involved." She knew a wound like that wouldn't affect quickly but if she kept him active...
"Enough of this talk, by the Naaru I shall cleanse these roads of your injustice. Come, FACE ME!" He charged at Bust with surprising speed and forced her to roll to the left after he buried his hammer into the ground she stood upon, cracking the road. Incredibly he swung the hammer immediately after her, managing to hit her leg and causing her to fall and roll back onto her hooves. She grimaced in pain as she held her weapons at the ready. "Ha you can barely keep up..." He grinned again as he performed his second charge. This time Bust managed to sidestep his attack and spun quickly, taking a slice at his arm with her sharpened sword. Managing only to clink off the plate as a link or two of chainmail was cut but did not fall. The paladin laughed and countered with a fist, aiming for Bust's stomach. She managed to stumble back away from the punch as the paladin hefted the hammer again and started to walk towards her. Bust continued to slowly step back, inverting the dagger in her left hand and holding it reversed as she kept her sword readied behind her. Hooves clopping softly as she made sure of her footing before moving.
'damnit I may have to stab him again... I don't want to kill him, he looks like he might be fun..' A small curl of a grin formed at the side of her mouth when she attempts to catch the paladin off guard with her own charge. Unfortunately he anticipated her attack and aimed at her sword arm, hitting it squarely and popping the weapon from her hand as it flew away, clattering onto the ground. Through the pain Bust smiled and buried her offhand dagger into his bicep, withdrawing it quickly and rolling on the ground again, getting up onto one knee as she shifts hands of the dagger. The draenei yells out in pain and swats at her with a free hand but she rolls away quickly enough. She grins at him happily, knowing with a hit like that her poison would work in a few more seconds.
The paladin took a few more steps toward her before he knew what happened... "Naaru.. curse you... tauren." He dropped his hammer, falling to one leg as his other hand gripped his prayer book, looking for the appropriate spell. Bust stood and walked over to him, giving the book a soft kick out of his hands as he rolled over onto the ground with a heavy metallic thwump. Her prize was hers...
Bust was busy working herself over for injuries at the same oasis she was camped at the day before. She had disposed of the bodies of the other two soldiers. The draenei however proved to be difficult to drag all that distance, looking up she noted it must have been about six in the morning. She looked over at the paladin, now stripped of all his clothing and armor, which had been tucked into a chest she kept nearby. She was naked as well, another dagger and a small mortar and pestle lay next to the paladin as well as a vial of red liquid. When the paladin began to stirr, she smiled down to him, "About time you woke up, I was beginning to wonder if the dosage I gave you was too strong."
He disregarded her actions and on impulse tried to move, only to notice he couldn't move a muscle in his body, "What have you done to me heathen?" he demanded.
"Such a temper! You should be glad I didn't kill you after all. As far as for what I've done, not much. Just infused your body with a rather potent paralytic poison. You wont be going anywhere for a while." Her smile faded and she became somewhat serious for a moment, "But that first poison I used is most definitely lethal, but slow acting. If you do want to live you will need to drink this antidote. Believe me I have no intention of killing you per say, I merely needed your gold." She tried to sound as convincing as she could as she reached for the vial of red liquid and offered it to the paralyzed paladin, who merely glared at her. "Odd as this may sound, you need to trust me. Look its safe." She ingests just a small bit of the potion, knowing full well what it did, and realizing it couldn't hurt for what she hand in mind.
Upon seeing her drink a bit of the liquid he grudgingly accepted and let her pour the liquid down into his body, not taking his glare off of her. He immediately felt the tightness in his chest recede and he could breathe more easily, "Perhaps you... do have some honor to you tauren, though you are still forsaken to have resorted to such tactics." He growled.
"I do what I must to get by, but now its almost time for me to have the rest of my fun." She grins at him as she straddled his belly, her tail swishing gently around behind her as she stared down into his eyes lustily...
"Wha.. what are you..?" He was cut short as he felt an intense burning behind his crotch, his dark blue member hard instantly as it nearly bats against her slit, also wet from the small bit of the potion she drank.
Bust laughed lightly to herself as she stared directly into the eyes of the paladin, who was beside himself with conflicting feelings. In the next instant she thrust herself down onto his hard shaft and moaned out loudly. The cock almost a rod of steel within her as she gasped and gripped at it wetly.
The paladin couldn't make up what was what in his mind, his thoughts and the desires of his body betraying the strict moral codes he fought to uphold.. but he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt from having this tauren taking him so wetly... he closed his eyes and dared not speak, his body quickly and forcefully devastating his mind's defenses as the tauren above him started to move, riding up and down.
She slides up along his shaft, gripping it tightly as it glistens with her juices, amplified from the aphrodisiac she gave him and herself. Her head rolling back and cooing while she humped her victim. The paladin lay on the ground, rolling his head but biting his tongue as his captor moved upon him, causing him to feel pleasures not meant to be caused by such a race. He knew in his mind he desired so badly to thrust up into that wet dripping slit engulfing his shaft, but the poison held him still while the tauren moved, her breasts bouncing in front of his eyes. She looked down to him and grinned lustily, groping one of her own breasts as she bounced more purposefully on him. The grip of her free hand moved upwards towards his chest as she squeezed it tightly, her right hand kneading her breast while she pounds down onto him, the juice from her snatch leaking out and sometimes splatting away onto the ground below them. The paladin fought to control himself, but with each impaling he felt more of his essence spit from his shaft into the tauren while she used him. Only to run out down his crotch.
Bust grinned down to him evilly while she had her fun, her orgasm approaching quickly, sped up by the sample of potion she drank. Though the paladin beat her to it as he yelled out in release as his seed flowed from his shaft into her warm wet folds, his body sweating from the strain while Bust moaned softly, feeling the wet cream flood into her. She pulled off his cock quickly and crawled up to his head, parking her slit over it as his cum leaked from her slit onto his face. She laughed slightly to herself when it started to leave a trail on his face, before lowering her lips to it and rubbing back and forth, grinding against his face. He truly lost all self control as he greedily licked at her slit, much to her pleasure as she continued to grind, smearing the white substance across his face for a while. Once she started to feel that orgasm coming again she pulled herself off his face and backed down to over his chest. Plunging both of her fingers into her slit she yelped out in a heated moan, her left hand shooting back up to her breasts as she rocked against her hand, thrusting her fingers rapidly into her clit. Her juice leaked out onto the paladins chest, making small streams of clear and sometimes foggy juice as it rolled down his chest. After a few more moments she let her own howl as she orgasmed around her fingers. Small streams of thin slick tauren juice flowing from around her thick digits and plastering his chest in spurts. Panting she removed her hand and let the small bridges of juice dance on her fingers, watching her hand as she twisted it around curiously. After she licked her hands clean and smiled down to the paladin, who was in a slight daze.
"Well then, that most certainly was enjoyable. You'll find your pants over there, Theramore is to the south west of where we are right now. Ill be keeping all the rest of your belongings. And thank you for doing business." She bowed and gathered her armor, donning it as the paladin leaned up, the effects of the paralysis fading slowly while Bust armed and armored herself, speeding away on foot before he could stand.
The paladin looked around for a while, still gathering his senses. When he regained his mind he burned with both anger and humiliation. His order would never permit such an act and it would be impossible to hide such a thing from Lady Proudmoore, or explain why he had lost all of his armor. He looked up to the sun with the substances from Bust still on his chest. He found a cloth she had left him and wiped the mess off, pulling on his pants and beginning the walk towards Theramore.. "Lady Proudmoore will have my head when I arrive.. but, thank the Light I am at least living." His steps were slow as his mind was distracted with his thoughts.
Meanwhile Bust stood perched behind a rock nearby, just as the first rays of true sunlight started to hit the oasis she muttered to herself, "When will they learn... subtlety is for the weak..." She slung the armor of the draenei over her back and tied the purse of coins to her waist and set off back to Ratchet, she'd be dining well tonight indeed.