The Banana Slug: The Night Elves, once a race totally female because the men went to bed. Damn, I always wondered one simple thing. How do they get off?

Masturbation?

Lesbian Sex?

Ent Sex?Furbolg Sex?

Dare I say…Bestiality?

Well, Cenarius was the only male out in the open, so obviously, he got attention from the other Night Elves…

"Free rides…for the ladies."

LustCraft

By The Banana Slug

CHAPTER 5: Return of Man

It was a cool night in Teldrassil, a group of Night Elf Sentinels were taking a dip in one of the glowing Moon Wells. The laughed and played, splashing each other and joking around, all except one.

Her name was Palaa Nightsong, considered young by other Night Elves. She had dark purple hair, pale violet skin, B-cup breasts, and a slightly curved body. She had green markings on her face, looking like small tear-lines.

She was born six months after her father left to the Barrow Dens with the other men, she has never even seen a male Night Elf until the end of the Third War. It was always male Furbolgs, male Dark Trolls, male Wildkins, and Cenarius.

She laid her head in her arms, her chest pressing against a rock in the well, looking at the night sky, looking deeply at the moon.

Her concentration was broken by a splash to her back, she looked back to see some of her sisters grinning at her, their wet breasts glistening in the moonlight.

One tall, curvaceous, Night Elf with her dark purple skin glistening with water, silver hair flowing behind her and touching the glowing waters had all Palaa's attention. Her breasts were large and plump, with a black tribal tattoo on the top of her right breast.

"You seem disturbed, sister," the night elf said to her, "Is there something bothering you?"

"Well, sister," replied Palaa softly, "I have been thinking lately, now that the men have returned, what will happen now?"

The sister tilted her head slightly in confusion, then asking, "I am not sure what you mean?"

"I…I have never seen a male Night Elf in my life, and I have only laid with my sisters and…well, it just seems things will be different, with men and women together," she replied awkwardly, rubbing her arm.

Her ally wadded through the water, sitting next to Palaa, who glanced over to look at her bountiful breasts, jiggling a bit when she sat down. Palaa quickly looked away when the night elf looked over at her.

"I am not quite sure, but I believe I understand," replied the Night Elf, "You are nervous because we may be more pre-occupied with the men to stay in touch with each other, correct?"

Palaa glanced over hesitantly and gave the slightest of nods. The night elf smiled, giving out an amused chuckle, and advised softly, "Now, now, you are young, the men of our people are not going to force us to do anything, especially forbidding us to see one another. Besides, mating with men will be no different from the other men of the other races, but it'll be at least a bit more relaxing than one of the Ancients, or less suffocating as the local Furbolgs, if you need to feel any worry for, save it for them."

Palaa and the night elf laughed at her little joke, Palaa rested her head on the night elf's shoulder and said with a soft smile, "You always know how to make me feel better."

The night elf, with a low giggle, put her hand on Palaa's left shoulder and rubbed it. "I can think of another way to make you feel better," she said as she put her other hand on Palaa's leg, rubbing it as it went closer and closer to her womanhood...

Later that evening, in a couple of bushes near the moon well, the Night Elf laid the naked and shy Palaa on the wet grass, the Night Elf knelt over her as she rubbed the nervous Palaa's sides.

"Relax, sister, this isn't the first we've bed together," cooed the night elf, Palaa was distracted by her mate's large and inviting breasts.

The night elf lowered herself over Palaa, their two breasts touching each other. "Elune be praised," whimpered Palaa in anticipation.

"So beautiful," uttered the night elf, lowering herself on top of the shy Palaa, kissing her neck softly. Their clitorises rubbed against each other, causing Palaa to brace herself as she dug her nails in the grass. "Oh, by Elune," sighed Palaa, "Don't make me beg…"

The night elf complied and began to slowly rub the two pink buttons together as she thrusted back and forth slowly. Palaa moaned quietly as the night elf looked down at her and smiled. "Feels good, eh?" she cooed with a dark blush on her face.

"Mhm," she replied, her left cheek on the grass as her vulva grew wetter, "But, can you please…go faster?"

"I will, for you, my sweet," said the night elf seductively, whispering in Palaa's elven ears. With a smile, her hips rubbed faster, their nipples rubbing against each other as she panted down on the moaning Palaa. "Oh, Palaa, you're so beautiful!" she moaned out.

"Thuh-Thank you," moaned Palaa, putting her hands on the other night elf's rear, and squeezing the cheek. The night elf moaned and thrusted even faster, frotting wildly against her lover of the evening.

"Ah! Oh! I'm! Almost! There!" yelled Palaa, moaning and panting as she wrapped her left leg around the other elf, "Keep going! Keep going! Faster! Faster!"

When her peak was hit, she couldn't make a sound, her mouth open in a frozen expression. Her body trembled, the night elf still rubbing on top of her, but still, no words, just a warm feeling. A good feeling. An amazing feeling.

Ten minutes later, Palaa knelt on the ground, putting her leather armor on, as the other elf began to get up, satisfied and whipping her hair.

"As I said, sister," stated the night elf proudly, "Just give them a chance, they won't hurt you. And remember, if one DOES have the gall to harm you, he will have to answer to you, me, and the rest of our sisters."

Palaa got up, fully dressed in her sleeveless leather top, a pair of leather pants, no boots, brown leather gloves, and a large quiver connected to the top. She looked back at her sister, smiling softly and nodding quickly. "I can always count on you, Mayla."

Mayla responded with a kind nod and a loving smile, turning around and striding back to the Moon Well, her rear in full view. Palaa gave a good look and sighed lovingly, blushing and turning away quickly.

Palaa led herself through the bushes and jumped to the cobblestone pathway, walking down it as she stared down, thinking to herself silently, not looking ahead. "Mayla is right, Furbolgs and ancients may be able to satisfy urges that me or my sisters can't take away. On the other hand, Furbolgs are just so animalistic during trysts, and they are so heavy when on top, and finally, the aftermath can get quite messy. Ancients, however, sure, they may be large, relaxing, and can become anatomically correct on demand. The only problem is the possibility of…splinters! Ugh!"

She sighed and continued to ponder and ponder without care or attention, even when a horny grell was rubbing his crotch on a nearby rock over yonder, "So, maybe the return of man is a good thing. I was always curious, and when I think about it, if I find the right lover, I could have children to rear for my own. Now that we are mortal, reproduction is most definitely…"

Before she even knew it, she accidentally bumped into someone, her thoughts open to the world once more. She fell down on her rear and shook her head, looking to see the very thing she was contemplating about just moments ago. What she saw was a young male druid, getting up from the pathway and looking at her. He wore a long deer fur cape, green pants strapped by a large brown belt, brown leather boots, and green roots covering his arms. He was a muscular individual with glowing amber eyes, long braided green hair, a trimmed goatee, black thorn-like tattoos covering his chest, and small horns on his forehead.

"Are you alright?" asked the night elf, walking up to the young Palaa, "I…I did not see you, I was distracted by a tree in the distance."

Palaa looked up at him, keeping quiet as she got up. She turned and faced him, only to stare directly at his chest. She gulped, moved a strand of her hair behind her ear, and looked up at the man. "I'm sorry, uh…I, uh, I was lost in my thoughts…" she gave an awkward pause as the druid looked down at her with a perked eyebrow. In a nervous fit, she asked with slight bashfulness, "So, what's your name?" She began to bash herself in her mind, blurting out such an unwarned question.

"Just call me, Saron, my lady," replied the druid, Palaa smiled softly and began to calm down slightly more. Saron saw she was uncomfortable, and asked in worry, "Are you sick? Is something a matter?"

"No, no, I'm fine, it's just…" she continued, rubbing her arm, "I…I never been so close to a man." She returned to bashing herself for asking that question, her low self-esteem was almost uncontrollable at this moment.

"Oh?" replied Saron, tilting his head and looking down at the young night elf, "Do I offend you in any way?"

"No, no, no!" repeated Palaa quickly, waving her hands wildly. She then explained with haste and a nervous tone, "It's not that! Not that at all! I'd never be offended by your company! I mean, no, that was a foolish thing to say! I mean to say that I like men! No, that's more foolish!" She began to blush wildly, flubbing up her own words."Calm yourself, I understand," chuckled Saron, "It has been so long since a man was in the presence of graceful warriors such as yourself. I too find myself a stranger in my own home, members of my own kind I have not seen for many a century."

"I, I never even seen a man till, the end of the Third War," confessed an awkward Palaa, smiling nervously."Hm, that would explain your behavior, no offense," pointed out Saron, putting his hands on his waist."Yeah…" she replied, nodding rapidly. She looked at his chest, then looking away, then back at him, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to look."Saron blinked in confusion, not sure what the young night elf was talking about, "You mean, my chest? Is there something amiss about them?"

"No, no, no! It's just…they look so different than…well, mine…of course," nervously explained Palaa. Saron smiled and nodded, "Yes, they are different. You must have seen men of other races with chests, correct?""Not male Night elves, though," replied Palaa quickly. She didn't want to, but she had to ask, "May I…", She gulped and cleared her throat, then asking again, "May I feel it?"

"What a random question," replied Saron with a frown and a raised brow. He noticed Palaa feeling a bit defeated when he replied in such a way, "However, I would not be offended if you did. Go ahead."Palaa froze, then stared at him quickly with a surprised look. She inhaled and took her gloves off, pushing them into her belt. She exhaled as she reached out and pressed her hands against his chest. Without a sound, she began to feel his strong chest, awkwardly scanning a different gender of her species for the first time.

The young Sentinel tilted her head, feeling his sides and shoulders. Suddenly, she gasped as she felt Saron's strong hands grasped hers, helping her hands lead around his muscular chest. Palaa looked up at Saron, he looked down, looking at her silver eyes.

"Don't worry, I am enjoying your company," reassured Saron. Palaa sighed in relief and said, "Me too, I really am."

Saron looked away, still holding Palaa's hands, then looked at her with a unsure frown, "Listen, I know we have just met, but…if you aren't against the idea, I would like to…""Yes, yes, of course I would," replied Palaa quickly with a wide smile, then calming down and looking at him cautiously, "If…you…do mean, what I think you mean…"He chuckled softly and moved his hands across her arm, reaching her shoulders and sliding down to her waist. Palaa bit her lower lip and sighed in happiness, "You do, that's good…"

She smiled and grabbed his right hand, leading him away from the stone path, all the way to a nearby grove, secluded from sight of any unwanted sight-seers.

Palaa let go and looked around, exhaling in pleasure as she was grabbed from behind, his arms wrapping around her. She looked up and smiled up at him, getting aroused by his company.

"Any special pleasures?" Saron whispered, his lips against her ear.

"Hm, how about…well, some lip service would be nice," she replied softly, trying to be sexy. Saron chuckled and moved his hands to her hips, moving her around to face him. She closed her eyes and looked up as he lowered down to his knees in front of her, rubbing her stomach and waist. Saron started by grabbing the waist of her pants and slowly pulling them down, revealing her naked legs to the druid.

Saron gave her pink flower a gentle kiss, causing the young Sentinel to push her back against a tree, getting ready for the exciting part. She moaned softly as he gave the slit a long lick, flicking the tip of his tongue against her clitoris. He continued to move his tongue around the lips of her vulva and licking her little pink button. She slightly squirmed as he orally pleasured her, his beard slightly tickling her sensitive crotch.

"Oh!" she squeaked, feeling his wet tongue against her wet lips, "Don't stop! It's so good! Ah! Mmmm!"

She looked down at his progress, only for her to slam her back on the tree after a sudden surge of pleasure overtook over, groaning out in ecstasy as her body began to sweat. Palaa was getting accustomed, getting her composure. Her pleasurable concentration died when Saron slid his tongue inside her wet womanhood, causing her to moan out loudly, panting as she felt the tongue squirm slowly in her vagina.

The night elf panted loudly as she looked up, her hands feeling around his hair, her legs trembling as the tongue squirmed in deeper and more precise. She yelped as she felt him lick her spot, her hands slamming against the tree behind her. She pleaded out, "Hold on, right there! Right there! Oh yes! Yes! Right there!"

Saron was already on it, Palaa gasped in pleasure, feeling her G-spot teased intently. She slid down the tree and fell down on her rear, Saron still continued to perform cunnilingus on the young Sentinel, her bent legs trembling as she dug her nails on the bark of the tree behind her. She panted rapidly as she watched the druid go to town on her slit. After much tongue-work, she released a cracked moan and arched her back, panting rapidly as her orgasm spread to her body, slightly thrusting her hips out of instinct.

She looked and saw Saron pick himself up and kneel in front of her, Palaa looking at him with her legs spread and her hands on the tree, blushing and staring at him innocently, panting softly. "You seem experienced in that. Not bad," she replied, giving him a soft smile.

"That is not all that I am experienced at, my dear…" replied Saron, who grabbed his belt and began to undo it, much to Palaa's pleasure. He stopped and quickly asked, "I'm sorry, I never received your name…"

"My name? Palaa. Palaa Nightsong," she replied, hastefully getting to her knees and helping Saron undo his belt, smiling up at him with a wink."Nice to meet you, Palaa," sighed Saron lovingly, watching her remove his belt, throwing it on the wet grass. She tugged down his pants roughly, revealing his large erect cock pointing at her direction. She bit her lip and whipped her hair as she rubbed it with one hand and pressed her other hand on his chest, forcing him on his back. She released her grip on his penis and climbed over him, putting both her hands on his muscular chest as she pressed the head of his penis against her vulva, inhaling and exhaling nervously. Her eyes shut and preparing herself mentally and physically for the experience. She quickly slid down and felt the hard shaft slide into her, grunting with pleasure. She looked down at him, Saron smiled up at her, putting his hands behind his head.

She smiled back and began slowly bouncing up and down on him, her fingers scanning him as she mated with her new lover. She moaned with every bounce, lifting herself up and down his cock with lust. Her hands pressed against her thighs as she felt her body thanking her for the experience with the druid's shaft.

Palaa grabbed the end of her top and lifted it off, showing off her bouncing breasts to the new mate. Saron gave a lusting gaze at her soft jiggling breasts as she shook her head around, moaning and panting as she rode the druid.

She smiled down at him, stopping for a second, then resting her hands next to his head as she arched her back to him. She returned to thrusting her soft body on top of him, her breasts jiggling back and forth, her hair hanging across her face. Palaa moaned loudly and bounced faster when she felt his hands grab her ass-cheeks, rubbing them as she rapidly thrusted on top of him, yelping and moaning loudly.

Sweat dripped from her brow, and her eyes clenched as she panted loudly. Saron grunted as he looked at her, running his hands up her body and rubbing her neck with his left and running his fingers against her thighs with the right.

"Ah! Saron! It's so good!" he moaned loudly, panting as tears of pleasure fell from her eyes, "I can't! Uh! I can't hold it! I! It feels! Ah! Ah! Aaaah!"

She felt herself climax again, grinding her teeth as she falls on his chest, his hands returning to her ass. Her pumps were growing slower due to tire, her breasts rubbing against his chest with every pant. "Take…over…I…can't…go…any…more…" she panted out.

Saron grunted and flipped her onto her back, she yelped in surprise and looked up at him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She moaned softly as he began to rapidly thrust into her wet vagina, her eyes wide open as her body sweat with his. She lifted her leg and rubbed her foot against his back, looking into his eyes. "I…I never expected…this to be…so good," she moaned out, giving a slight smile, "Sleeping…with a male Kal'dorei."

"Never…expected…meeting such a beautiful…grace of Elune…like you," panted out Saron, smiling down at Palaa. She looked at him with surprise, she never heard such kind words from any of the other males of the different species, no Furbolg or wildkin ever said such kind words to her, she only heard such words from her sister Sentinels.

He grunted and pumped his cock faster into her slit, clenching his face and panted on her breasts. She rubbed his hair, panting and yelping as he was getting ready to blow. "I'm…I'm about to…" groaned Saron.

"Do it!" moaned Palaa.

Saron, per Palaa's pleads, yelled out and released his seed into her. He gave out a lot of fast courtesy thrusts as his semen spilled into her slit and slightly dripped from the hole. The druid fell on his back with a groan besides Palaa, panting along with the Sentinel. She panted as well, looking up at the sky with an expressionless face. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, feeling proud for finally experiencing the return of man to the fullest. She yelped when he grabbed her and rested her head on his chest, she blushed wildly and pressed her hands on his sides.

"Are we…lovers now?" she asked, looking up at him. He looked down and nodded at her, rubbing her head lovingly.

She smiled at him and said in an all-new seductive tone, "Good, because since we are now lovers, there is someone I want you to meet."

"Oh?" he replied with a smirk, "And who would that be?"

She giggled and rubbed her head against his chest, "Well, it's a friend of mine, her name is Mayla…you two will like each other…I'm sure of it…"

The Banana Slug: Wouldn't it be creepy if it turned out that Saron was Palaa's father all along?

If you lost your horniness from that comment, that means you are fine. If you did find that hornier if that was the case, then you either do not have a father, or you are not a father. If you are both or one of the other, get help.

Anyway, sorry if this wasn't that good in your eyes, it does seem a bit rushed, it's just that I was trying to get five chapters finished before I published LustCraft. Don't remember why, but I just hope you like it since my two lemon fanfics are getting more attention than my humor fanfics…you perverted nut-faces. :{P