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Tyranda lined up her bow, taking a deep breath. She ignored the sticky wetness growing between her thighs as she was **** to watch a Sentinal have sex with one of these strange creature. But as she released, she was pulled back, giving a sudden, sharp yelp of surprise. Webbed fingers pushed against her breast plate, pushing into her yielding breast flesh, as the night elf matriarch found herself pulled back, the arrow flying free but well wide of it's target.

Tyrande felt something hard press against her backside, something slimy, as she looked down to see webbed fingers grope her over her breastplate. Blushing, she struggled, hands reaching up to grabbed at the webbed fingers, as the toad tried to barb her. However, despite being leather, her top held, and it only succeeded in groping and squeezing her impressive bust. "Get off of me, creature!" Tyrande hissed, her peach shaped rump inadvertenly grinding against the creature's rapidly hardening shaft. Between her asscheeks it went, grinding back and forth as the pair struggled for dominance. Another cave toad watched, but decided to hold back, see how the other was doing... which was not well. Tyrande had nearly pried herself free.

And then, it happened. As she moved forward, the cock suddenly slid from it's position against her ass, and instead between her thighs, poking and pushing the loin cloth she wore out and to the side. Tyrande's eyes went wide, gasping as she saw how much there was, grinding against her slick pussy. The night elf's struggle began to falter, as she bit her lip. Her ears could still hear the moaning of the Sentinal... maybe... maybe just this once...