A Lone Toad

Ears perked, bowstring pulled back as she made her way forward. Her muscles tensed, her buxom form the very definition of readiness. Despite the way her outfit clung to her, giving anyone who cared to look a look at her athletic, buxom body.

Silently, she moved around the rim of the lake, and around one of the old, half rotted trees. Her ears perked, she could hear movement, and what sounded like... croaking? Strange. Peering around the trunk, her pale blue eyes widened.

Standing nearby, a humanoid creature stood, but none she had ever seen. With it's frog like appearance, it gave credit to those previous rumors of the frog like creatures. It was clearly no murloc, and her head cocked lightly to the side. Perhaps a new race of the hoard?

It had it's back turned to her, crouched down near the water she had been using to cool herself off with. From the back, she could make out it's bloated form, webbed feet, and it's distinctly frog like face. Whatever it was, Tyrande raised her bow, preparing to fire. And then, it turned.

While it wore a dingy loin cloth, that did little to hide it's loins. Beneath its gut, was perhaps the biggest dick the night elf had ever seen, hanging several inches beneath the loin cloth itself. "By... by Elune..." Her jaw dropped, her mouth suddenly dry, her hand's unsteady as she watched it stroke itself, seemingly cleaning the member. It wasn't even hard, and it dwarfed the dicks she had seen before!

Lowering her bow, the night elf stared in awe, eyes locked on the dick, licking her lips as she continued to stare. She watched as it pumped the shaft, watched as the cock began to harden. She wasn't even aware that the creature had discovered her, and was stroking itself to length. This was an older toad, and it knew a bitch in heat when it saw one. Slowly making it's way to her, stroking itself, thrusting outwards, showing what it could do. Tyrande watched, gulping, seemingly barely aware it was getting closer...