Warlords 2

“Yrel! Yrel!” The vindicator looked up from her logistics report at the commander. A rather weak-looking human male. His short blonde hair was unkempt, yet his appearance was somehow pristine, making it all seem intentional. She forgave herself quite a few times for wondering how the other world's Alliance awarded the man his own garrison. Yrel turned to acknowledge him. Much like with the goblin, she had to look down at the man, however unlike with the goblin she saw very little in him to make up for his lack in size. Not particularly strong, not particularly smart; an all-rounder.

“I assigned a few resources to send followers out and we received MORE resources and gold in return. I feel like we're making good progress in this war.”

She lifted her silver brow, waiting to see if there was anything else. When there was nothing a smile was **** on her part.

“Oh, good. Congratulations, Commander.” Yrel uttered enthusiastically. After a moment she caught him eyeing her figure through her new armor. A promotion granted her a shining set of plate and her accomplishments lead her to find a tremendously useful hammer, though it did not change how she was beneath it all. Extremely desirable.

“I was wondering if we could...” The man trailed off, looking down bashfully.

“Yes?” She knew what he was getting at, but did not want to make it easy for him.

“An expedition..” Yrel stared at him, waiting for the man to finish what he is saying, since he seemed to be trying to find the courage and the words to say it, rather than just come out with it.

“Into the bedroom.”

“Oh.” She paused and smiled to stifle a laugh, but the human mistook it for her being pleased by the offer. His face lit up. The vindicator shrugged. She and the man had a kind of relationship. They had performed that kind of 'expedition' a few times already ever since Yrel felt a momentary attraction when they first met. It was a minor spark that faded when his ineffectiveness shined particularly bright. She found herself more just accepting his advances out of habit.

“Okay.”

Yrel was taken into his room where she stripped roboticaly from her heavy armor. The eight-foot tall woman felt some power and influence as the Commander regarded her sizable tits with some reverence. She knew that the man basically worshiped her body. As if to confirm this he uttered in awe as he closed the distance.

“Light, you're beautiful.” As if it weren't enough he added.

“And strong!” She exhaled lightly.

“Independent and intelligent.” Yrel sat back on the bed, laid down and looked off to the side so that he could not catch her indifference head-on. She allowed him to move closer and slide on top of her. The Draenei spread her thick thighs for him but all she could think as he entered her with his human prick was how different in size him and the goblin actually were. As the human did his best to pump, bracing himself by digging his hands into her plump tits, she mused that it couldn't actually be that different at all. In her mind, when she first saw the man's cock she assumed it would fit something as small as the goblin rather nicely. She held in a laugh as he fucked her at the thought that Chazix could actually be bigger, potentially; she hadn't seen. Panting, the human finished rather abruptly inside of her and cooed affectionately.

“I respect you so much. You're going to do great things. Everyone here thinks so.”

“Uh huh.” She sat up, subtly pushing the human off of her with ease so she could clean herself out and get dressed. On a whim she asked him something that had been on her mind in regards to the conclusions she was trying to reach.

“I'm thinking of an arrangement, but I don't know how well it would go over. Want to tell me what you think?”

“Of course!” He looked excited to receive any type of engagement after sex. Typically she would just leave right after.

As Yrel slipped expertly back into her armor she asked. “What if I don't think anymore except about what's in front of me. Complete instinct. You do the thinking.” She wondered how he would react. She was offering the world and all he had to do was take advantage. It would be the smart thing to do.

“What?” The commander considered the question for barely a second to show that he gave it no thought.

“You mean like, you are just a big dumb animal?” Yrel stopped dressing and leaned forward with interest. She wondered if he was coming around. Maybe with the right prompting, she thought, he could reach the same conclusion.

“And... And I just control you like a pet?” She licked her lips subtly, waiting until he is done before she reacts.

“That's...”

“Yes?” Yrel stared at him seriously.

The human laughed. “That's funny! I don't know where that came from.” He shook his head. Yrel leaned back with a disinterested sigh.

“No no. You're too good for that. You're a vindicator and soon-to-be Exarch. But... That's a weird thought. Probably wouldn't mention that again. It's... Like the stuff back home.” He blushed.

Yrel perked up. “Yes?”

“We're not talking about it. It's a directive. You can't know about stuff from our timeline, within reason, of course.”

Yrel rolled her eyes subtly and finished getting dressed. “I understand.” She lied. Yrel marveled at the human Commander's reaction. Her hypothetical was not even the most **** of the thoughts that had been swirling around in her head since the goblin left her to do his own thing, yet he reacted so badly to just that. She left for the stables.

The building had been installed shortly after the construction of the garrison and, at her hinting, it had been upgraded above anything else. The Draenei girl working the stables had been very grateful for that. Grateful enough to humor Yrel's wild thoughts from time to time.

“Heyo.” The wrangler greeted, finishing the stabling of one of the garrison's Talbuk.

“Good evening.” Yrel returned the greeting with slumped shoulders.

“What's wrong?”

“I told the commander one of my 'wild thoughts' and asked him his opinion.”

The wrangler's eyes widened. “What'd he say?”

“He did not think I was being serious.”

The woman was relieved. “Well that's good. Can't have my only benefactor in this place getting kicked out because she's crazy.”

“I'm not crazy!”

The wrangler gave Yrel a sidelong glance as she continued working on hanging her tools. “Talking about-” She paused, thinking.

“The stuff you talk about makes you seem a bit crazy. No offense.”

“None taken.” Yrel waved a guantleted hand dismissively.

“Did you look into what I asked about?”

The wrangler shook her head. “That's not my area of expertise, because I'm more knowledgeable with animals.” She gave Yrel a look.

“That does NOT include Draenei, or Eredar, honey.”

Yrel slumped further, ready to walk out after that blow. “But... There's a girl over at the mage tower who is. I kinda asked around. She's one of us.”

Yrel brightened and strode forward to hug the wrangler tightly. “Thank you! Good looking out, friend.”

“Now I'm your friend, huh? Get out of here, I got work to do.” The woman struggled out of Yrel's tight grasp and shooed the vindicator away.

Yrel walked cautiously into the mage tower. It was an area of the Garrison that she did not visit often. Neither did the Commander. Sitting inside at the very bottom, behind a messy desk was an ancient-looking Draenei woman wearing thin, gold-rimmed glasses. As Yrel entered she stared over the top of them at her with a quizzical look.

“I was referred by Mika at the stables.” Yrel uttered hesitantly, unsure how the woman was going to react to the source of the unusual questions she undoubtedly received.

Surprisingly, the Draenei merely nodded slowly. “Right. The woman with the inquiries, I presume? Of course...” She dug casually through a stack of papers to pull out what looked to be some notes.

“A lot of it was just memory for me. I am quite... Experienced.”

“Of course! You look like you must have been around from-”

“Before the fall? Yes.” She interrupted.

“May I continue?” The scholar asked, almost becoming annoyed. Yrel zipped her lips and nodded, waiting to hear what the woman had to say. She waited a few moments to be sure, then cleared her throat.

“Draenei are by all accounts exceptional in an interesting way. We hold a size advantage, a strength advantage, an advantage in terms of our bodies constitution and as if that weren't enough we are quite capable intellectually and magically. Honestly, it is no wonder that we were so desired by the legion because we are in fact quite perfect.” The woman sounded quite clearly like she was bragging. As if predicting Yrel's protest, she added.

“I see you struggling to keep quiet. Don't worry, I am not finished.” The woman sighed.

“We are proficiently intelligent but... It is probably to our detriment in some cases. We are not actually far more intelligent than any other race, though we are predisposed to thinking we are. Our technology, knowledge, experience... All of them stagnate. I have lived with a similar understanding for thousands of years, just as an example. All that time has posed me no advantage. These creatures you call goblins... If they are indeed as ingenious as you claim and are capable of such adaptions in short periods of time then I think it may actually be beneficial to form a partnership of sorts to expand our own horizons. Partnering with these... Azerothians is beneficial in general.”

Yrel felt as though she had to chime in. “Our experience could serve to give them something to work with and improve on, while their ingenuity can help us to reach new stages in the development of our culture.”

The scholar nodded. “I have personally been seeking breakthrough for thousands of years. If you're right, I am interested as well.” Yrel did not have the heart to tell the woman that 'breakthrough' likely meant scaling back what she knew and needed to know.

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