It was a balmy summer day in the tropical paradise of Zuldazar as Arjak watched a strange red ship sail into port. Foreign vessels were not an unusual sight these days, but he was always intrigued by the type of passengers they brought to his shores. With the onset of the Fourth War, soldiers the Horde arrived in Zandalar by droves. After the war's end, however, the presence of military personnel was far less common. Grisly veterans were slowly replaced by privileged tourists, most of which were elves. Although many of his kin complained about them, he was more open-minded. Elves were good for business. Besides that, their women were easy on the eyes.

Finding a pillar to lean against, Arjak observed the passengers of the ship as they disembarked. Judging by their appearance, he could tell they were vacationers from Quel'Thalas. A few of them stopped to stare in awe at the great pyramid of Dazar'alor while the others dispersed throughout the city. Local merchants did not discriminate while seeking a profit from the naivety of foreigners. As a mercenary between jobs, he had no merchandise to offer, only a strong spear and keen intuition. Compared to the elves, he was a towering figure of hard primordial muscle. The quality of protection he offered could only be purchased at a premium.

On this day, however, Arjak was not looking for work. Having earned enough money from his last job to achieve financial security, he could finally enjoy a reprieve from risking his neck. Food, drink, and women: these were the pleasures of life that gave kept him going until Bwonsamdi claimed his soul. Luckily, all three could be found here.

After a few minutes, Arjak noticed an elven woman struggling to haul her luggage across the dock. Like most females of her race, she was conspicuously attractive. She wore a sultry beach outfit that was appropriate for the climate and complimented her voluptuous figure. Her lavish jewelry suggested she was accustomed to an affluent lifestyle. Altogether, the ensemble paired well with her long, platinum-blonde hair and lively tan acquired during her voyage. He quickly advanced on her and, gallantly, grabbed her bags. "Where ya be headed?" he asked.

"Who are you!?" the woman snapped back.

"Arjak. You?"

"Erisel... I have a reservation at Spirits Be With You."

Arjak nodded and continued carrying her luggage to the inn. "How polite! Thank you," she said with some relief as she tailed him. "I wasn't expecting this kind of hospitality on an island of trolls."

"First time in Zandalar?" he questioned.

"Yes... My husband thought it would be a good idea to vacation here. Sadly, he got seasick on the way and refuses to leave his cabin. I suppose I won't be having much fun until he gets over it."

"We'll see," Arjak uttered quietly.

"Do you know any good restaurants here? The food on the ship was bland."

"Of course, mon. Hope ya brought ya appetite."

"Oh yes... As a matter of fact, I think I'm in the mood for something exotic."

"Then ya won't be disappointed. By de time ya leave, ya nice n' stuffed."

"I like the sound of that!"

After a few minutes of walking, Arjak and Erisel reached their destination. As one of the nicer establishments in Zuldazar, the Spirits Be With You was often the preferred choice of travelers who could afford to spend a little more coin on luxury. It offered a spectacular view of the harbor and was home to a fine restaurant with exquisite Zandalari cuisine. He could have afforded to stay here, but never felt the urge to spend his hard-earned money on a room for just himself.

"This isn't so bad," Erisel stated as they drew closer. "I suppose you can't expect a Wayfarer's Rest all the way out here, but this will do."

After Erisel finished checking in, Arjak followed her to her room. Having never seen the interior before, he was highly amused by the clichéd decoration. The bed was much larger than he imagined and he deduced it was sturdy enough for making love on. He set the bags down and closed the door behind him as she explored the scene. "I love the aesthetic!" she chirped.

"Ya be needin' anyting else?" Arjak offered.

"No, but I suppose you'd like a tip. How much do you normally get?"

"I don't be wantin' your gold."

Erisel tilted her head. "I'm afraid I don't have anything else you'd like."

"Sure ya do," Arjak refuted as he began to walk towards her.

Noticing the troll's bulge, Erisel blushed. "Oh, so that's what this is all about. I should have known you were a horndog..."

"I beg ya pardon?"

"Primitives like you typically lack the nuances of properly courting a woman. Fortunately for you, I'm a bit stir-crazy from the voyage so you can fuck me until I'm comatose."

"I dig ya attitude," Arjak replied with a lecherous tone.

With formalities out of the way, Erisel closed the distance between them. Since he was twice as tall as her, her head was conveniently level with his crotch while standing. Her hands hastily removed his belt as she stared up at him with desirous eyes. 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. "Anar'alah," she exhaled as she gazed at it in awe. "I knew trolls were big, but this is preposterous..."

Arjak chuckled bombastically at the woman's compliment as he rested his hand on her tiny scalp. "Go on, woman. Put ya mouth to work."

"Yes sir..." she obeyed as she pulled her hair behind her ears. She then grabbed his cock with both hands and gave the tip a small lick. "Mmm... not as bad as I thought. You have better hygiene than I gave you credit for."

"Hygiene?"

"Nevermind..."

Possessed by lust, Erisel used her spongey tongue to spread her saliva all over Arjak's cock. Once it was all lathered up, she opened wide and ingested as much of it into her maw as she could manage. Unsurprisingly, her mouth wasn't big enough to fit the entire thing. She soldiered on despite this, aggressively sucking the weapon which would inevitably destroy her. It astonished him how a woman of her supposed pedigree could slurp on his junk with such fervor.

After a few minutes, Erisel paused her work and pulled her head back from Arjak's throbbing appendage. "How was that?" she asked as she wiped the drool from her lips.

"Ya got talent" Arjak conceded. "I had a feelin' ya did when I saw ya."

"Consider this your lucky day. I'm not usually this easy."

"Whatevah ya say."

Grinning, Erisel began to strip out of her clothes, allowing Arjak to fully appreciate her busty rack. She pulled her panties off last, then turned around and began to lure her lover to the bed with her shapely ass. She climbed up on the sheets and rolled onto her back, then hiked her legs straight into the air. Seizing her calves in each hand, he pried her legs apart, then spit on her crevice for lubrication. His fleshy package was then dropped on her tummy, causing her to squirm with anticipation. He proceeded to tease her by rubbing his erection against her lap until her patience ran out. "Fuck me!" she insisted. Happy to oblige, he slowly inserted his meat into her inch by inch. As his cock stretched her pussy to its limit, she moaned emphatically, unaware that her erotic sounds were loud enough to penetrate the room's walls.

With predatory focus, Arjak commenced his assault on Erisel's cervix. She clenched the sheets, arched her back, and cried in rapture as he rampaged inside her. After several minutes of intercourse, her body was primed for detonation. She inhaled sharply as she orgasmed, releasing her loving juices all over his triumphant cock. He slowed down to savor her ecstatic convulsions. Moments later, she regained her composure and peered up at him with an affectionate smile. "Mmm, your cock is the best..." she praised with a raspy voice.

"Ya know it be true," Arjak concurred as he continued to root her at a reduced pace.

"I wasn't expecting to be fucked by a troll while on vacation. I think I've discovered a new fetish."

"Glad to help ya find it."

Shortly thereafter, Arjak pulled out of Erisel, allowing her to roll over onto her hands and knees. "You can be as rough as you'd like," she assured him.

"Good to know," he stated. "Ya not gonna be da same after this."

Clutching her hips for support, Arjak aligned himself with Erisel's bottom. His cock gradually pushed into her hole once more, producing more obscene noises from her lips. With bestial energy, he took her from behind, indulging her depravity by spanking her and pulling her hair. It was not long before she had another orgasm, prompting her to yammer from another wave of bliss. She turned her head to gaze at him as her nectar dripped down her thighs. "You know just how to please a woman... If you were a little more civilized, you'd make a great husband."

Arjak scoffed. "I don't be needin' anyone to tie me down."

Arjak then uncoupled from Erisel and lay down beside her. She straddled him, then crawled forward until her face hovered above his. In a display of intimacy, her head dipped down to kiss him with impassioned ferocity. As she tasted his lips, his hands found purchase on her tushy, squeezing it like a fresh pillow. Her skin was warm and sweaty from exercise, making it all the more enticing to fondle her.

Eventually, Erisel finished making out with her seducer and sat up straight. She grabbed his cock by the base held it upright as she centered herself over the tip. While biting her bottom lip, she slowly impaled herself upon him, crooning as her capacity was reached. As the nymphal elf started grinding his mast, he put his hands around her waist and savored the view of her bouncing breasts. Her hands pressed down on his abdomen to keep herself stable while she rode him enthusiastically.

Before long, he could sense that his moment was near. When his muscles tensed up, she breathed heavy with excitement, humping him faster and faster as she leered down at him. With a resonating groan of satisfaction, he finally burst, flooding her womb with seed. She threw her head back and gasped as he ejaculated inside her, temporarily paralyzed by the swell of emotion.

Now pumped full of mojo, Erisel fell forward and collapsed on Arjak's chest. "I should have brought a condom," she groused exhaustedly. "Then again, the ones from home probably wouldn't fit you..." Seconds later, she was fast asleep.

Attempting not to wake his unconscious companion, Arjak waited a few minutes, then gently rolled her off of him. He quietly slid off the bed, retrieved his belongings, and made for the door. He had no desire to find himself caught up in the aftermath of her affair, especially with the chance of it resulting in an unwanted child. As far as he was concerned, their business was concluded, and the consequences of her infidelity were her own to deal with. By the time he left the inn, he had already forgotten her name.

Dehydrated from his busy morning, Arjak briskly made his way to a local tavern where he could quench his thirst. While he waited for his drink, he could not help but overhear a conversation between two elven men sitting next to him at the counter.

"So where is this beach again?" one of them asked.

"Just east of the harbor," answered the other. "You have to walk through a tunnel."

"And that's where all the girls will be?"

"You bet! Let's just hope we don't have a lot of competition."

Arjak was familiar with the location. It was a pristine stretch of coast with glittering white sand and clear blue water as far as the eye could see. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, it was an attractive haven for excursionists seeking an immersive experience with the natural side of Zandalar. His instincts told him this is where he'd find his next playmate. After downing his drink, he stood up and began strolling to the shore. If the rest of the women from Quel'Thalas were as easy as the last one, his day was shaping up to be quite nice.