As the huge Draenei warrior opened his eyes, the world greeted him in the bright warm colors of the caravan room he had slept in overnight after hours and hours of an intense sexual encounter with...who was it again? Quixl'mesh needed only to look down upon his own chest to see the small human woman dozing quite tranquilly and looking very disheveled, laying down on him and using him as a pillow...a well muscled one anyway but how deeply she was sleeping it didn't seem to bother the warlock at all. The memory of the night before had come upon him in one big rush. Their encounter was brief in its introduction but quite exhilarating in its cut to the chase, each knowing what they wanted from each other and quite eager to offer it in abundance. The very air in the caravan was laden with scents and aromas of raw primal sex still, and  Quixl'mesh could feel the dry sticky cum from his own drained balls coating his thighs and legs, evidence of their night of debauchery and a testament to his own mighty orgasm in how much of it he shot up the girl's cunny and still managed to drip out when his mighty cock did dislodge itself. He smiled to himself, wondering if she would resent him for how sore she might feel today or for the bruises on her body, or even perhaps for not pulling out, but hoping they could do this kind of thing again.<br/><br/>He laid there for a bit still, noticing he felt extra tired this morning, even after such a deep sleep. Whatever he had done to her to make the human woman sleep so soundly, he felt she had done the same to him somehow. While it was true the sex they had last night was quite intense and all too gratifying, even he was surprised at just how conked out his whole body felt. He remember how in the most heated moments of their fucking, the runes upon the warlock would begin to glow bright, reacting in some kind of magical way beyond his comprehension. And when he came inside her, their glow was almost blinding, only outdone by how lost he was in the ecstasy of his own orgasm. Spellflingers were always a crafty and tricky bunch from Quixl'meshes experiences with them, relying on magics just as devious as any rogues poisons. And warlocks were the most suspicious of them all. Whatever she had done, on purpose or not, it made the giant Draenei feel absolutely drained and famished now. When he first noticed her lying atop him, he thought perhaps of a quick morning fuck to get the day started, but now he was beginning to wonder just how much he could trust this one. And besides, either due to how much he came with just that one huge orgasm last night, or some spell she had cast during their mating, his cock didn't seem to stir in the way it usually would with a buxom naked girl near him.<br/><br/>In any case, it was probably wise to find the madam of this establishment once more. He still didn't have quite the idea of what his purpose was here, what he was getting hired into, or what in the gods name his fate might become now that he was part of the Caravan of Debauchery. For all he knew, he might just be thrust back into slavery, right into the hands of psychopaths who wished to use and abuse him like so many times before. Gathering up some energy, Quixl'mesh rolled to his side to allow himself more freedom to begin to move and get up, plopping the warlock down off him a little more roughly than he actually intended to, a groan being heard from her as she found her new spot on the bed. Quixl'mesh rubbed at his eyes, wondering if he had woken her up before looking about his surroundings and spotting the small kitchen area, eager to raid its food reserves. Gathering up some more reserves of energy and wasting little time now, the giant Draenei propped himself up and off the bed, the bed itself giving a sigh of relief as over six hundred pounds of muscle and flesh was brought off it, the mattress bouncing up and down before settling. Still naked as the day he was born, Quixl'mesh groggily walked over to the kitchen area, the sounds of his hooves stomping on the ground being heard as he went.<br/><br/>Quixl'mesh was ravenous, finding whatever edibles he could get his big hands on in the multitude of drawers and storeboxes scattered about the kitchen and shoving it down his mouth with little caution to deter him. Meat, cheese, fruits, veggies, it mattered little. Weeks of being starved out by those two old loonies had made everything taste delicious. He hoped the madam wouldn't be too upset, but she seemed the generous kind, having seemingly offered her bed to him and the warlock for the night. Happily feasting, he was oblivious to anything going on behind him, not even aware if the warlock had woken up yet...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>