A long sigh escaped the vindicator as she tapped her hoof impatiently against her cage's floor.  Vuuleen brushed a few strands of snow white hair from her blue eyes as they constantly scanned outside the bars of her faux prison. Her brow arched happily as a flying, undead horse suddenly touched down just outside the cage.  From atop it dropped a menacing-looking death knight, another draenei much like herself, though much of his form was obscured by obsidian-colored armor.

	"Death Knight, do you have my sword and shield?" she asked and rushed to the front bars of the cage.  "While I could leave at any time, it would be embarrassing for me to return to Sylvanaar without my trappings."  In response, the Death Knight pulled her vibrant sword and shield from within one of his bags.  Her eyes lit up as she reached for them, adding, "And now I owe you a great debt, for you have helped me restore my ho-"  Her last word caught in her throat as the Death Knight took a brief step back, tucking her trappings under one arm and staring at her blankly.  His free hand curled into a fist down by his abdomen, sharply jerking it upward as if pulling up something invisible.

	Her eyes narrowed.  "Wha...?"  The death knight repeated the gesture, this time lightly hooking his fingers under the fringe of his breastplate before letting go and jerking up nothing at all.  It was quite clear what he wanted.  Her eyes shot open wide angrily, nearly shoving her way out of the cage before stopping herself, quietly reminding herself why she was there.  A rugged sigh escaped her.  "Fine," she spat, her hands hooking beneath her white top and yanking it upward sharply, her rounded, deep purple orbs bouncing free from their not-so-conservative prison.  The gentle chill of the Blade's Edge Mountains was enough for her purple nipples to harden almost instantly, and her already-dark cheeks flushed an even deeper purple as she awkwardly held her cloth aloft.  A pair of nearby ogres had been meant to guard her, and despite being in the middle of a few cups, her gesture quickly garnered their attention.

	The death knight's eyes lingered stoically on her bared chest, silently nodding after many long moments.  As quick as she could she stuffed her hefty chest back into her top, glancing over at one of the nearby ogre guards and shooting him a sour look.  Both guards immediately looked away and let out an impressed whistle, albeit quite poorly.  She looked to the death knight as he handed her armaments through the cage, and in a venomous tone she added, "And that debt is repaid... but our work here is not yet over."  Even with his obscuring helmet, she could tell he was smiling, simply souring her all the more.  "Just... just go kill Gorr'Dim, okay?  For Sylvanaar."  Her arms crossed defensively back over her chest, her cheeks still darkly flushed.

	Without a word the death knight shot off on his undead horse to leave the vindicator alone once more.  Vuuleen bit her lip and looked out at the guards, seriously considering abandoning her post.  Was it worth preserving her subterfuge if it meant having to humiliate herself for someone's help?  At the same time, however, he hadn't requested payment or gold, and her returned favor hadn't really cost her anything.  She didn't exactly put up much of a fight either, come to think of it.  Why'd she comply in the first place?  Could she have gotten some sort of rush or thrill from it that she hadn't realized?  Had she said no, would he have simply dropped the request?

	Barely a minute into her contemplation, the death knight touched back down in front of the cage and thumped the decapitated head of Gorr'Dim right in front of it.  Vuuleen's eyes widened in shock, clearly impressed by his strength.  "V-very well.  You're a very resourceful death knight, that's for certain."  In return, the knight stood motionless and silent, looking her up and down slowly in clear anticipation, though he made no gesture or request to follow it.  Vuuleen blushed all the more as she looked at him, and with a hard swallow she whirled around, bent herself over, and dropped her trousers straight to her ankles.  The beautiful, purple full moon wiggled gently back and forth, her cheeks spread just enough to show her perfectly shaven, tight-lipped flower to his view.  The death knight visibly flinched at this, a gentle 'ping' sound echoing out from parts unknown, an unspoken sign that Vuuleen had shown him enough.  A few shifts of her weight from one hoof to the other were necessary to force her posterior back into her pants, and once reset she turned back to him, struggling to keep her composure.  "I... I wonder then if there's one more thing that you can do for m-myself... and Sylvanaar of course?"

	The draenei's clunky helmet bobbed up and down in eager agreement.  His muscular, armored form showed no hint of forcing her to do anything, but it was clear he'd thoroughly enjoyed what he'd seen thus far.

	"I want you to steal the Bladespire banner... and plant it atop their Northmaul Tower....  You will know you have accomplished the deed when you have defeated Gurn Grubnosh and taken his helm.  ... This isn't going to be easy.  Take a fri-"  Again she was cut short as the death knight shot off into the distance.  "Eager, huh?  He has accomplished an awful lot so far..." she murmured to herself, scratching her chin as she pondered how she might reward him upon his return.  She had some gold, yes, but if it saved her a few coins, surely she'd be willing to go a bit further... right?

	The death knight didn't return quite as quickly this time, though this simply made Vuuleen all the more nervous.  After what felt like an eternity, his horse touched back down, while its rider had both the helmet and banner in his arms.  Vuuleen swallowed her nervousness and put on a more sultry smile, this time leaning against the back of her cage as she curled one finger upward, beckoning him toward her.  There was no yellow question mark over her head this time, but the death knight did not hesitate in ditching his things and sprinting over to the cage's door.  His large hand moved to open it until Vuuleen raised hers in protest, quickly putting him back in his place as he stood in front of the cage door.  "Don't open the cage, okay?" she returned quietly and stepped toward him, slowly dropping to her knees as her slender fingers reached out toward the plate that covered the death knight's crotch.  "These ogres have got me right where I want them... just like I have you right where I want you."

	A shaky breath echoed from beneath the death knight's helmet as the vindicator pried his codpiece from his trousers, revealing a shockingly pale white, extremely thick tool framed by a smattering of jet black curls.  A pair of massive balls to match the thick endowment hung loosely below it, likewise covered in dark hair.  Vuuleen was fortunate enough to keep her head to one side, lest the thunderous erection smack her right in the cheek.  The flush within her cheeks spread to her neck as she eyed the impressive tool.  There was no fear in her eye, only a hunger that she never knew existed within her.  Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips as she closed in upon it, and as her mouth opened wide she smoothly and expertly took the head of his tool into her mouth.

	The death knight's armor began to rattle gently as he quivered against her touch.  His gauntleted hands lurched outward to grasp the bars of the cage as his hips hurriedly shifted forward until his powerful body was flat against the cage door.  His full package was gladly given for Vuuleen to do as she wished.

	Vuuleen's glowing eyes rolled upward to meet his gaze -or at least look at his obsidian helmet- as she slowly swallowed inch after fat inch of his thickness.  To her surprise, his skin was icy cold.  Was it wrong to grow so intimate with someone who was clearly undead?  There were no other indications of his strange condition, and in the general heat of the mountains his temperature was surprisingly refreshing.  The vindicator had pledged herself to the Light many years prior, and her time with mates had been very, very few and far between, but she proved to be a master of self-control nonetheless.  Her slender throat appeared to grow larger with the bulge of his thickness sliding down it, and Vuuleen did not stop until her spread lips were buried in his thick nest of pubic hair.

	The rattling and clanking of his armor grew faster and more fervent in his excitement as his grip locked tight to the cage bars.  His girthy tool swelled in delight within her throat, and the chill that radiated from his vein-ridden member seemed to intensify, much like a living tool might grow warmer.  Still he did not speak, but the tilt of his helmet showed his eyes were fixed on her and her alone.

	Vuuleen's eyes went half-lidded, and surely she would've smiled if she could have.  Her slender fingers reached up and began to gingerly fondle his hefty balls, touching and kneading them in her gentle grasp.  Her lips remained planted at the base of his tool for an incredible amount of time, causing the death knight's clinking armor to grow louder and louder in pleasure.  After a good while, however, her brow furrowed up at him, and a bit more quickly her head slid backwards to extract his thickness from her throat.  Its head came free with a gentle smack of her lips, trailing several long strands of a mixture of her saliva and his precum, but no sooner had it done so did she pipe up with, "Could you stop that infernal clinking?"

	The rattling immediately ceased as the death knight forced himself to stand stock still.

	"Better," she assured him as her smile returned.  "You have impressive self-control, death knight.  Let's see just how much you have."  Vuuleen's smile widened as she rose to her hooves, whirled around, and caused that full, purple moon to rise once more in the middle of the day.  Her head tilted just enough to one side for the death knight to see only one of her glowing eyes, and slowly her slender fingers slid up to grasp large handfuls of her plush backside.  Her plum-colored cheeks were pulled apart just enough to reveal the even darker purple nether lips between them.

	The death knight appeared utterly enthralled with the glorious sight before him.  His body seemed to clench up in response, as if trying to push himself straight through the cage bars, but his body could go no further.  The head of his tool stood in agony mere inches from Vuuleen's tantalizing quim, and the agony only intensified as he watched a single drop of her nectar glide from her nether lips down her bare, inner thigh.  His own excitement was more than apparent as even more precum fell straight to the ground from the tip of his slicked tool.

	Vuuleen's coy smile faded just a bit as she inched herself slowly but surely backwards, until the outer folds of her nethers lovingly kissed his waiting thickness.  The vindicator let out a shaky exhale as she felt his icy chill leech into her folds, and without warning a sharp grunt escaped her as she slammed her rump backwards.  The full length of his shaft disappeared from sight with that single thrust, prompting a husky moan to leave Vuuleen's plump lips.  Her glowing eye never left the death knight, even as her hips began to shift up and down, grinding herself against his deeply-penetrating rod as shivers of pleasure shot through both of their bodies.  "Mmmmmh... so... sturdy," she breathed quietly to him.  "Remarkable ability... but how much can you truly stand?"

	Not a peep, not even his breathing, could be heard from the death knight, though it was clear by his perfectly-rigid body that he was struggling hard not to reveal any weakness.  The faint glow of his own blue eyes was firmly fixed upon her hypnotic rump, though the fixation did not last.  Vuuleen's hands relinquished her spread cheeks as she uprighted her upper body just a bit, and with a graceful flick of her wrists, her top flipped upward once more to send her impressive bust bouncing free once more.  Her violet breasts hung nearly vertical, clearly quite heavy as gravy tried so desperately to take them, while each deep plum nipple appeared to harden with her own arousal.

	Vuuleen's intimate connection with the male's tool told her enough.  She could feel the icy shaft begin to swell with intense excitement in response to the enhanced view, and in truth she understood the true thrill and rush of the influence she had on him.  Her arms reached out to brace herself against the back of the tiny cage, her breasts swinging downward a bit further as her upper body went horizontal.  Soft gasps and moans began to leave her lips as her rump started to bounce itself a bit more firmly against him in a short, swift rhythm, while the additional fervor sent her hefty breasts swinging to and fro with even more intense, hypnotic effect.

	The death knight's grip on the cage bars grew tighter and tighter with each passing moment.  The silent fight to keep from exploding at the drop of a match was a rapidly losing one.  The life of a voiceless adventurer was a lonely one, after all, and it was so very, very rare to meet such a generous and beautiful maiden willing to entertain an essentially undead soldier.  His hips yearned to thrust against her backward bobs, but there was no fighting the bars or the vindicator's will.  Wave after wave of sheer ecstasy coursed through him as his tool grew colder and colder.

	Vuuleen gasped seductively up at him as her body bounced hypnotically for him to enjoy, but as she began to withdraw all but his tip, a sudden bolt of ice cold liquid suddenly flooded her nethers.  Her nether lips clenched to his tool as she realized he'd lost his fight, her muscles clinging to him and trying to milk him for every last drop he could give her.  A shaky breath escaped her as her head dropped and her eyes slid shut, and only the quaking of her naked rump betrayed the piercing climax that racked her own body.  For several long moments she held the awkward pose, until finally her knees helplessly buckled beneath her.  His tip slipped from her folds as she fell, though a thick tendril of his chilled nectar kept them connected for but a few moments more before breaking.

	The death knight's glowing eyes disappeared beneath his helmet, and as stiff as a board, the draenei's hands released their grip to allow the armored figure to fall straight backwards with a thunderous clang.  His body remained still upon the ground, his arms splayed to both sides, and only his still-throbbing shaft continued to stand, covered in their combined nectars.

	Vuuleen continued to quiver on her knees as one hand slipped between her thighs to feel the delicious, ice cold goo that drooled from within her quim.  Again she smirked to herself as she looked back to the fallen death knight, and in the sweetest tone she added, "My thanks death knight.  You've relieved the pressure that they were beginning to assert upon us here.  I can only hope I have relieved yours as well."