Turning into a slut for Zandalari men wasn't exactly a development Erisel had expected when she first stepped off her ship. She had slept with a troll on each day of her vacation so far, and it was unlikely this trend was going to end any time soon. On the morning of the third day, she was already craving big blue cock, but the odds were she would have to hold out until afternoon for that sort of satisfaction. Tasius had made arrangements with a local hunter to guide them through the deadly jungle of Zuldazar, and she was tingling with anticipation of her first opportunity to get into his pants.

Settling for a more traditional breakfast, Erisel filled her stomach, knowing well enough she would need the energy for her romp in the wilderness. She hardly paid attention to her fiancé as he described their itinerary, only piqued when he mentioned their guide. Apparently, he was one of the best hunters in Zandalar. It could only be assumed that he maintained a physique worthy of his reputation.

After breakfast, Erisel began to stretch. It was important that she remain limber, and not necessarily for just the hike. This day, more than any other day, she would be prepared for strenuous exercise. She envisioned all the ways her new partner would bend her during their session while she ensured her body remained nice and pliable.

Once she had finished stretching, Erisel began to dress herself in a safari costume that was as cute as it was sexy. The get-up consisted of knee-high leather boots, a white crop top, beige booty shorts, and a matching midriff jacket with short sleeves. Of course, no trip through the jungle would be complete without a sporty pith helmet. After spending a few minutes in front of a mirror to apply her make-up, she was finally ready to impress her future fuckmate.

Erisel and Tasius were scheduled to rendezvous with their guide at the Watertusk Inn. Starting from here, they would hike through the bush, snaking around a dense labyrinth of trees and eluding wild beasts on their way to the final destination of Zeb'ahari. From there, they would take a boat back to Dazar'alor. It would be a perilous trek, but the guide had assured Tasius that no harm would come to them as long as there was no fooling around... a condition Erisel would likely fail to acknowledge.

When the couple finally arrived at the inn, they realized they would not be the only tourists in the party. Several other blood elves from the cruise were present, including Tabina and Raelyssa. Cursing her luck, Erisel approached the two after she was spotted. 'Seducing the guide is going to be even harder with these nosy bitches watching me,' she realized. Even still, she was up for a challenge.

"What are the odds I'd run into you two?" Erisel started.

"You don't say!" Tabina concurred. "I never imagined a smart girl like you would be up for something like this. Don't you know there are things that could eat you out there?"

'That's what I'm hoping for' is what Erisel wanted to say, but she simply laughed alongside the other two women instead.

"You look adorable in that outfit," Raelyssa complimented. "Tasius is a lucky man."

"Oh, thank you. I hope the guide finds it suitable," Erisel replied.

"What if he doesn't, Erisel, and asks you to take it off?" Tabina joked.

"Oh, wouldn't that be something!" Erisel chuckled with a blush.

After a few more minutes of stupid conversation, Erisel was relieved to see that their guide had finally arrived. Just like she had expected, he was a strapping brute with piercing eyes. He was taller than the other trolls she had messed with and far more burly. The moment he stepped into the room, it was clear that he was the alpha. She bit her lip as her eyes wandered from his head to his groin. 'I can't wait to see what he's hiding' she pined.

"Listen to me," the hunter began with a no-nonsense tone. "My name be Jurok, and I be ya guide for dis journey. We be zig-zaggin' through Tal'gurub, den crossin' through da Savagelands. If ya survive dat, some of ya might make it to Zeb'ahari. Only professionals like meself be prepared for da kind of tings ya might see, but if ya stay close to me and listen, I be keepin' ya from meetin' Bwomsamdi. Now, time to pay up."

Jurok walked through the crowd of elves while holding up a brown sack. One by one, the tourists began to deposit their fees. When he approached Erisel, she pretended to drop the coins onto the floor. "Oops," she said quietly before bending over to pick them up. The hunter would gain a tasty view of her ass as she collected his fee. When their eyes met again, she could instantly tell she had caught his attention.

Once Jurok had collected everyone's coins, he secured the bag in his backpack and grabbed his spear. He quickly counted the number of elves, then began leading them out of the inn. The party could hardly contain their glee as they left the safety of Dazar'alor.

Erisel had to admit Zuldazar had its charm. While nothing compared to Quel'Thalas, the untamed jungle had a compelling affect on her libido. Something about the primal pheromones emanating from the rampant foliage made her feel liberated from her normal reservations. Even the climate was right for the mood, providing just the right amount of humidity to give her skin an attractive sheen.

"I'm surprised you're not wearing gloves today," taunted Tasius a few minutes into their hike.

"I'm surprised you're not trying to come up with an excuse to turn around," countered Erisel with disdain.

"Why would I want to turn around?"

"Don't you hate snakes?"

"Well, I do, but as long as I watch where I step..."

Tasius was interrupted by Jurok's guttural laugh, earning an inquisitive look from both elves. "Ya best keep ya eyes in front of ya," he advised before pointing to a gigantic snake hanging from a tree branch to their left. Tasius froze in terror upon seeing the creature, only broken out of his trance by a hard shove from Jurok.

An hour into the hike, Jurok signaled the party to stop near the embankment of a river "We be restin' here for tirty minutes before movin' on," he announced. Relieved, the tourists began to find objects to sit on as they treated themselves to whatever rations they carried in their bags. After a head count, Jurok began to depart from the group and make his way to the river.

"Wait, where are you going?" Sabina asked.

"I need a break too," he stated. "All dis perfume givin' me a headache."

A few seconds after Jurok left, Erisel stood up and started to tail him. "And where are you going?" questioned Tasius.

Erisel huffed. Her fiancé truly was a pest. "I'm refilling my canteen," is all she explained before disappearing through the trees.

Jurok was munching on some fruit when Erisel found him near the river. They were now alone in a secluded little nook with plenty of shade and a fantastic view of a waterfall. The venue was far enough away from the party to hold a private conversation without having to adjust their volume. 'This will do just fine' Erisel decided. Her chance had finally arrived.

Erisel made sure Jurok was watching when she dipped her canteen in the river. When it was full, she stood back up and poured it down her gullet, purposefully allowing some of it to spill on her shirt in the process. Jurok said nothing while he stared at her, simply taking a large bite out of his fruit. Recognizing the progress she was making, Erisel strutted towards him with a flirtatious smile.

"I thought I told ya to stay put," Jurok chided.

"I suppose I'm bad at listening," Erisel susurrated back.

Stopping a few feet in front of Jurok, Erisel struck a pose, placing her hands on her hips as she shifted her weight onto one leg. Her tight little outfit provided a flattering display of her assets, especially now that the precipitation had caused her undershirt to stick to her chest. She was ripe for consumption, and Jurok knew it as well as her.

"So, I've been wondering... what's the craziest thing you've done out here in the jungle?" Erisel pried.

Jurok took another bite of his snack before tossing it. "I can tell ya be a little troublemaka'," he growled.

"I can be," Erisel suggested. "How much trouble would you like me to make for you?" She slowly closed the distance between them, removing her backpack and letting it drop to the ground behind her. Once she began to undo the buttons on her jacket, her intentions were obvious.

Jurok leered. He had met loose women before, but Erisel was a freak. When she was within arm's reach, he removed her silly hat and threw it aside to have a clear view of her glamorous head. He had never fucked anyone outside of his race, but he knew better than to refuse an elven maiden when she offers herself to you.

"Ya be out of ya mind, woman," Jurok remarked.

"I know," Erisel dismissed. She realized her reputation was at stake, but the risk of being caught was all the more arousing. If word got around that she was a troll-fucker, she would lose everything. On the flip side, she knew this had the potential to be the hottest sex of her life. She didn't need time to make up her mind.

Conveniently, Jurok was twice as tall as Erisel, meaning she wouldn't have to get on her knees for her head to be level with his crotch. Her hands hastily removed his belt as she stared up at him with needy eyes. She suspected he had to be packing some serious heat for a bulge as big as his and was giddy to find out if she was right. When she was finally able to pull down his trousers, she was confronted with a fleshly behemoth the likes of which she had never seen before. "Holy fuck," she exhaled as she gazed at it in awe.

Keenly aware of his genetic advantage, Jurok allowed Erisel to admire it as long as her heart desired. There was a chance it was too big to fit inside her pipes, but at the very least, he could allow her to play with it. "What's wrong? Dis snake be too big for ya?" he derided.

"It might be..." Erisel considered. The last two cocks she had taken were far too big for her small elven frame, but Jurok's was even bigger. If she hadn't reached her limit before, she certainly would now. Yet, before any of her holes were to be abused, she had to get a feel for what she was dealing with. It required both of her hands to hold the massive appendage as she began to gently stroke an erection.

Erisel grinned at Jurok as she felt his serpent getting harder in her hands. Just as she expected, he was a deviant, no different than the other men she had met in Zuldazar. 'I suppose none of these men have any morals' she deduced.

After a few more seconds of fondling Jurok's meaty monolith, Erisel was ready to apply her tongue. Having acquired some practice with cocks of this magnitude, she was eager to put her new skills to the test. Her wet tongue gradually slid up the base of the shaft, inducing a gratified hum from her partner. One she had made it to the tip, her lips spread wide to take the dirty organ into her mouth. At a leisurely pace, the former prude from Quel'Thalas bobbed her head on Jurok's hard-on, shattering any illusion that she was pure.

Jurok had to give credit where credit was due. Erisel had talent where it counted. At any rate, he still found it unsettling how brazen she was. Even the uninhibited women of Zandalar required a little courting before giving themselves up. Her promiscuity was likely a result of deeper issues, but he didn't care. Good head was good head.

"Ya don't care if ya fiancé finds ya?" Jurok inquired.

Erisel had to take the cock out of her mouth to reply. "Fuck my fiancé," she vented, then went right back at it. Her hand slid into her shorts while she siphoned her partner, pleasuring herself in concert with him.

Recognizing that Erisel lacked a conscience, Jurok had no more qualms with their smutty scheme. He allowed her to savor his member for a few more minutes while keeping an eye out for predators. Then, without warning, he seized her by the hips and plucked her from the ground. She wrapped her arms and legs around him on cue as their lips met in a passionate surge of emotion.

As they kissed, Erisel struggled to get out of her clothes. Sensing her impatience, Jurok set her back down so that both of them could undress. By the time he was finished, she was wearing nothing but her boots. He was immediately smitten by her gleaming skin, her ponderous breasts, and her capacious hips. If elves had a goddess of beauty, she would have certainly been a candidate.

With a come-and-get-me smirk, Erisel turned around and walked over to the nearest tree. Jurok observed that even her ass was impeccable as he followed her over. He stood back and watched as she bent over, using the tree to hold herself up. Once she was in position, she looked over her shoulder at him and lifted her brow suggestively. He grabbed his bludgeon and got behind her, dropping it between her ass cheeks with a menacing thud. She stirred in apprehension as he began to grind her plushy buns, vexed that he had the audacity to tease her in such a way. "Just fuck me already," she insisted.

Jurok bent his knees to level his endowment with her derrière. Grabbing her waist, he abruptly inserted himself into her socket, forcing her to caterwaul. Now embedded deep inside her honeypot, there was nothing to keep him from utterly destroying her. There was no doubt in his mind that her adulterous body deserved his wrath.

Erisel whimpered as Jurok relentlessly pounded her against the tree. Perhaps this time she had bitten off more than she could chew. There had never been a cock this big inside of her before, and he was far more callous than the imagined. She fully expected to be bruised by the time they were through, but she wasn't complaining. This was exactly the kind of abuse she needed.

As enthralling as this engagement was for the two lovers, they were still exposed to the dangers of the jungle. At any moment, a carnivore could take them by surprise, devouring them. A rational person would have been troubled by such a concept, but despite her better judgment, Erisel was thrilled. The possibility of being discovered by the party, compounded with the threat of being killed, turned her on more than she cared to admit. It was right now, on the brink of annihilation, that she felt most alive.

Praising Jurok's work with affectionate moans, Erisel wished to remain at his disposal indefinitely. She understood this fling would inevitably run its course, but the wrongness of it all had made her feverish for more. The erosion of her viscera by his immense package discharged chemicals in her brain that took her to a higher plane of existence.

Taming a proud blood elf woman with a love muscle was satisfying business. Dedicated to the task, Jurok started to pull on her locks while ramming her, producing more audible sounds of gratitude from her pretentious mouth. He had encountered his fair share of creatures during his hunts, but he had never known any of them to be as desperate to breed as Erisel. The only explanation he could come up with was that a witch doctor had given her a powerful aphrodisiac. He would have to search for it after the safari ended.

When a savage roar erupted from the distance, Erisel's hair stood on end. The prospect of becoming a predator's next meal had suddenly become very real, and very exhilarating. Her heart began to flutter as death encroached on her furtive romance with the barbarous troll. "What the fuck was that?" she whispered with ramping concern.

"A devilsaur," Jurok informed. "Jus' keep ya voice down."

Undaunted by the colossal reptile, Jurok continued to have his way with Erisel. They were now several minutes into their venture, and a change of position was overdue. He pulled her just long enough to spin her around and lift her off the ground as he had done before, but this time she was hooked onto his masculine spire. With the same wicked enthusiasm, she enclosed him with her legs and gripped his shoulders for balance. With both feet planted firmly on the ground, the Zuldazari veteran was now capable of pleasing his partner while maintaining a vigilant stance.

Jurok had an intimate view of Erisel's face as he fucked her. In spite of her posturing, he could tell she had a tender soul. Her eyes confessed a weakness for him that words could never express. Nevertheless, the woman required a brutal dicking that would leave her wounded, and he was delighted to volunteer.

Time was slipping away, but neither of them noticed. At the pace they were going, both of them were bound to climax at any moment. Erisel's body was aching for a release from her bodily urges, and it was only getting worse with every second that passed without an orgasm. She had to be filled with Jurok's seed in the same way she had filled her canteen. Eventually, as her partner's thrusts hastened, she could sense her crescendo drawing near.

All of a sudden, a thunderous footstep could be felt close by. The two froze in the midst of their intercourse, staring at each other in sheer dread. As more shuddering strides closed in on their location, they turned their heads to look in the direction of the fateful nose. Nature had a way of punishing hubris, and now they were facing their comeuppance. An enormous devilsaur had come down to the river to quench its thirst. It was an ungodly creature with a harrowing maw wide enough to consume both of them.

"Don't move," Jurok quietly ordered. Erisel had no choice but to obey, keeping as still as she possibly could with her partner's stubborn length still stuffed deep in her womanly pit. Even as she was held close by the hunter, she could not keep herself from trembling. Fortunately, they had not been noticed. The scaly giant was too distracted by drinking his fill.

Then, inexplicably, Erisel felt her partner prodding her again with his bone. 'What the fuck is he thinking!?' she agonized. 'Didn't he just tell me not to move!?' To her astonishment, however, she was now feeling more stimulated than ever before. Defying common sense, Jurok proceeded to finish what he started.

Erisel's body constricted as the pressure built up inside of her. She felt like her heart was going to beat right out of her chest. It was difficult to stay silent, but Jurok provided assistance by squelching her mouth with his hand. All the while, he pumped her soaking rift with his tenacious rod, undeterred by the towering lizard's presence.

At long last, Erisel could no longer contain herself. She mewled into Jurok's palm as her eggs gushed out of her cranny and dripped down their legs. So mesmerizing was her orgasm that she temporarily blacked out. Seconds later, Jurok came as well, ejaculating an ocean of sperm in her fertile cavern. She wanted to kiss him badly after the discharge but had to remain motionless until the devilsaur was gone. To both of their relief, the creature left satiated moments later, having completely disregarded them.

Once they were alone again, Erisel violently kissed Jurok on the lips. "That was fucking incredible," she declared. For a little while longer, the lovers made out, grateful to be alive and sharing the moment together. Afterward, he lowered her to her feet, allowing her to have a much-needed gulp from her canteen.

When Erisel and Jurok returned to the party, Tasius was incensed. "You said you would be back in thirty minutes. It's been an hour!" he fumed.

"Relax," Jurok waved off.

"What were you doing for an hour?" Tasius persisted.

Juror looked at Erisel furtively before he attempted to quell her fiancé's distress. "Ya woman ran into a snake," he lied. "I had to help her deal wit' it."

"It was huge," Erisel elaborated. "You would have hated it."

"For an hour!?" Tasius countered.

"It almost crushed me, Tasius. Could you show a bit of sympathy?" Erisel lambasted.

Disenchanted by the explanation, Tasius retreated. "Can we just leave already? I'm starting to regret ever doing this tour," he bellyached.

The party pressed on after another headcount. As they marched, Tabina caught up with Erisel and gave her a playful jab. "A snake, huh? Sounds awful!" she consoled.

"Yes, it was quite ferocious," Erisel remarked.

"I can tell!" Tabina remarked. "You look bedraggled. By the way, one of your buttons is undone."

"Oh, thanks." Erisel flushed as she hastily corrected the error.

"No problem!" Tabina chimed.

When the party finally arrived at Zeb'ahari, they were plagued with exhaustion. The troll villagers welcomed them with open arms, treating their guests with what hospitality they could muster. After feasting on exotic cuisine and listening to a coastal concert, it was time for the wayward elves to retire to their designated bungalows for the night. Tasius passed out right away, allowing Erisel to sneak across the village to and rendezvous with Jurok.

"I believe you have something for me," Erisel solicited as she skirted past the threshold to the hunter's den. She was wearing only a skimpy dress she had purchased from a local seamstress, but it cascaded down her lickerish curves as soon as Jurok sat up from his bed. Wasting no more precious time, she prowled across the dark room and climbed up on her new epic mount for another round of misbehavior.

Thankful that Jurok was already unclothed, Erisel was unapologetically frisky. She began her routine by greasing his piston with her saliva but added a bit of flourish by including her cushiony twins into the mix. Once her muse was nice and stiff, she swallowed him between her legs to a blissful heave.

The escapade went well into the night. Erisel changed positions frequently to suit her preferences, receiving a hefty deposit from his hose many times over the course of several hours. All the while, her cries of rapture were camouflaged by the ferocious discord of the jungle's nocturnal wildlife. Inevitably, she would fall into a cum-induced coma, having depleted every last ounce of energy she had left.

When the sun peeked over the palm trees the next day, Erisel had to contend with Jurok's morning wood. With sleepy eyes, she mated him yet again, earning her another generous allowance of protein. "Thanks for breakfast," she jested while sucking the residue from her fingers.

"Any time, mon," Jurok offered. "Maybe next time ya invite ya two lady-friends"

"As if..." Erisel balked.

Prior to absconding Jurok's quarters, Erisel glanced outside to make sure the coast was clear. To her relief, Tasius was still asleep when she returned to their bunks, giving her an opportunity to change out of her gown without suffering his interrogation. She left him there to go out and enjoy a morning meal, then loiter on the beach as she waited for their boat to arrive. Sabina and Raelyssa met up with her later, finding her relaxing under the shade of a palm tree.

"Good morning, Erisel!" Sabina greeted.

"Morning, Sabina," Erisel greeted back.

Feeling more carefree than usual, Erisel didn't mind their company. They joined her in the shade, sitting on either side of her. Both of them looked like they had been up all night, and she had her suspicions as to why.

"How did you sleep?" Erisel probed.

"Ugh, I didn't get a wink of sleep last night!" Sabina fussed. "Some couple was at it all night. I thought they would never stop!"

"Still... it sounded pretty good," Raelyssa conceded in a prurient tone.

"Raelyssa, you pervert!" Sabina ridiculed while giggling. "But, maybe you're right. I wish I was getting laid. Say, Erisel, you don't happen to know any bachelors looking for a good time, do you?"

Erisel simpered. "Oh, sure... but I don't think they're your type."