I always feel a little hesitant uploading non-vore pictures here. However, I'm currently working on a new 3 part vore series, so I figured one little non-vore picture wouldn't hurt.

Wall of text coming up!

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"The Draenei warrior was profoundly bored. Sent to Tanaris to retrieve some simple artifacts for a client, the endless expanses of sand was beginning to get to her. A small job as this one would normally be ignored, but the recent lull in conflict meant that it didn't pay to be choosy when it came to accepting work.

Arriving at the outskirts of the ogre camp, Nakola was pleased that the goblin's directions turned out to be accurate. 12 to 15 ogres milled about the camp, a mix of brutish warriors and a small number of magic users.

Dismounting from her ride, and leaving her large battle mace with the drake, the death knight strolled into the middle of the camp, with only a small axe in-hand. The ogres turned and gawked at the bold intruder. After a second of pondering, they reached for their primitive weapons.

"Good day, my fat friends." Nakola smiled at the ogres, the tone of her voice suddenly making them ill at ease.

"I've come to make a generous offer to you: You can leave right this moment and live, or you can let me end your lives where you stand in ways more violent than you can imagine."

The ogre chieftain immediately recognized that the intruder was leagues of skill above them. They might as well be fighting Ragnaros. Swallowing his pride, the chieftain meekly replied.

"Not know why powerful woman here, but we obey. We go"

And with that, the ogres quickly departed from the camp.

Nakola chuckled to herself as she watched the ogres scurry away. After a few minutes of searching through the ogre's goods, she found the small artifacts that she was after. As she prepared to leave, she heard a what sounded like yelling. The camp was empty, but the mysterious voice called out again.

A few paces from the camp, Nakola found the source of the voice. Tied to a wooden stake behind a sand dune, a young orc female struggled against her bindings. She was naked, save for a small scrap of fabric that covered her lower torso.

Making eye contact with the warrior, the orc's eyes flashed in anger. She hissed at Nakola, her voice brimming with aggression, but also with an edge of fear.

"Begone, Draenei dog! Do not approach me or I will make you regret ever setting foot here." Nakola's orcish was rusty, but she understood the gist of the girl's salutation.

Nakola walked up to the captive and grabbed the girl's bound wrists with one hand while the other clenched around the orc's neck. The scent of the orc filled Nakola's nose, and it was obvious that the girl hadn't bathed in days, an unsurprising outcome considering her situation.

"I really don't think you're in any position to make me regret anything, orc cub!" As the girl struggled in the warrior's grip, Nakola's eyes traveled over the captive's body. Clearly, this girl had no business being in Tanaris at such a young age. The orc was obviously unseasoned, her slight frame and lack of muscle mass indicating that she had only just recently reached the age of maturity. Her breasts were still large and fleshy, the fatty tissue not yet replaced by the hard muscle of adulthood. With another season or two under her belt, her body would transform into the massive rock-hard frames that made female orc warriors so feared.

The Draenei reached down and squeezed the orc's breast, eliciting a yelp of pain and enraging her further. With an unexpectedly show of bravado, the girl turned her face towards the warrior and spat on her face.

Nakola released her grip from the girl and took several steps back as she wiped the orc's saliva from her cheek. She was impressed by the feisty girl. If her spirit was equally energetic, she could fetch a nice price at the Silithus slave market. Orc slaves were commonly used as labourers or household servants, but there was a small clientele that paid good coin for female orcs who fit their criteria, and this girl certainly seemed to fit the bill.

It would be necessary to teach the girl a lesson right this moment. Nakola walked back to the orc who suddenly seemed to sense that her act of spitefulness may have been ill-timed.

Nakola grabbed the girl's shoulder and spun her around. With her armoured gauntlet, the warrior swung her hand down and smacked the orc's buttock. The pain was sharp and intense, but the orc girl bit her lip to prevent crying out. She shut her eyes, feeling that tears could well up any second from the humiliation just dealt her. To her relief, the desire to cry out was replaced by the familiar boil of rage, and after a few seconds to gather her composure, she turned to her tormentor.

"Kill me now, Draenei whore! Do your worse! I'm not afraid of anything you could do to me!"

Nakola smiled back at the girl who was trembling with anger and contempt.

"You have nothing to fear from me, young cub. I'm going to make sure that you're going to be a lucrative investment for me."

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This is a surprise gift for my good buddy, ArmourVorer.

Nakola is ArmourVorer's warrior, who seems to get up to a lot of adventures. I had fun drawing this and writing the little short story. It's been soooooo long since I've drawn anything Warcraft-related, so it was nice drawing a Draenei again. Also my first time drawing an orc, even though all you see is mostly her ass, lol.

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