Instead of introduction: a note on the author's vision of the physiology of the draenei =)

The word “niala” in the Draenei traditionally means urine, although in a general sense, niala can be understood as any liquid (from the verb nia - to flow, to flow). Draeneic niala has some interesting features - it tastes sweet, but so far hot, just spilling from the body. As it cools, it is increasingly bitter. Also, the longer the niala in the draenei body is drawn, the sweeter it is at the exit. Niala women are sweeter and tastier than men. It could be an extremely popular exotic drink (or at least a delicacy) if it were not for the cruelest taboo in draenei society for everything intimate, so it is almost impossible for the draenei to be asked to try to give them a try.

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The door of the tavern creaked open and two girls, a man and a draeneic, entered. Which in itself was strange, since the night elves were always closer to the draenei, both geographically and spiritually, and they rarely came into contact with humans. Draeneica, judging by the richly embroidered sky-blue dress, softly fitting graceful girl camp, was a great woman of fashion, besides - a rich and, perhaps, noble person, and one could only guess what led her to these forgotten areas of the gods. The image was completed by silver horseshoes, which elevated the already two-and-a-half meter draenei over the rest of the visitors - the night elves high by the standards of the people barely reached her chin. Her companion, a small girl who barely reached from the top to the elastic breast of her friend, a girl with dark hair gathered in a lush tail at the nape, looked like a typical robber — coarsely sewn leather armor (through which, however, feminine forms were drawn), high boots on heels, and curved daggers lightly tapped on the thighs as they moved. Why an aristocratic Draeneic pokes around with a robber, is not afraid of being robbed by her or getting a dagger in the back - a big question.

And the last feature of this strange couple was the purpose of their visit. Travelers usually visit taverns to drink, rent a room, meet someone, but the girls didn’t have this in their plans. Just one of them, namely the draeneic, terribly wanted to write. But the noble education did not allow her to ease in the bushes - the lady never pee on the street. Therefore, the girl looked shabby - the once chic hairstyle was knocked down, her beautiful face was shiny with sweat, horseshoes, hooves and the hem of her dress were smeared in mud - she fled in search of any institution that could have a female toilet.

The last thing the girls wanted right now was to be noticed - Izel'Muni’s extremely intimate desire (and that was the name of the draenei) greatly embarrassed the girl, and at the same time her friend, Priya. But they were lucky - the guests were consumed with drinks and their own affairs and did not pay the slightest attention to the girls who entered.

- Do you tolerate? - anxiously asked Priya his girlfriend.

“I will try,” the draeneic breathed, twisting her head and looking for the small room she needed right now. The friend who was worried about her was also carefully inspecting the establishment. Both girls at the same time fixed their eyes on the door that opened on the side, from which the night elf came out, fastening the buckle of her belt as she went.

- Where are the girls? - Izel'Muni doomed whimpered. But a second later the door opened again and a contented night elf came out, holding the abdomen with one hand. Apparently, she ran there at the very last moment, when her bubble fairly stretched out and threatened to burst.

It was a signal for the tormented draenei.Exhausted, though barely audible, moaning and clumsily turning over with stiff legs, she hobbled to the cherished room, her friend did not lag behind. She, unlike the draenei, did not want to write at all - the girl had prudently urinated in the bushes on the way here. Sitting with her pants down, hersing water over the urine for hours and hours of exposure, the girl looked up at her draenei girlfriend and caught her disapproving, proud, but still slightly envious look. Even then, she understood that the draeneic also wants to be relieved, but since she is so noble and does not write on the street - this is her business! And, some time later, Priya, walking light and in high spirits next to her friend, who was slightly bent and wrinkled with pain, wondered if the draeneic regretted her decision at least once?

“Hardly,” the girl decided, noticing that Izel`Muni, even being on the verge of shame, tried to keep herself proudly straight, and with all her appearance showed that she was going to the toilet not out of urgent need, but as if in between times.

Tavern toilet was a dirty narrow room with two holes in the floor, from which there was such a stench that the girls felt sick. But the draeneik had no time to disdain - she felt that she was about to pour out of her. (eroticspace) Spreading her legs around the edges of the hole, she abruptly lifted her dress, and, barely having time to lower her purple lace panties (Priya, casting a quick glance at the drayne’s linen, enthusiastically noted their purity — the draenei did not allow herself to write a bit!) , launched a powerful jet.

- Oooooooooh what a bliss! The draeneic breathed as soon as hot urine spurted from her slit with a wide fan. There was a drumming sound - the jet splashed so sharply that the girl did not really have time to aim and splashed past the hole. Crouching deeply, the draeneic took her usual posture for writing and sent a stream into the bowels of the outgrowth hole.

Priya saw her friend pissing many times - proudly straightening, she let herself underneath a dense, but at the same time graceful stream, like a true lady. Now, after several hours of agonizing wait, she relieved herself like a simple peasant woman — the urine burst out with deafening hiss and slid all over her lips, her lotus flowed down her buttocks and thighs, and the main stream splashed out, why not all urine fell in the hole - much settled on the hops of the draenei and threatened to splash Priya’s boots, breaking on the wooden floor. The fragile maiden body was fluttering and twitching from pleasure, which caused the jet to spray even more.

If Izel`Muni had not closed her eyes, giving herself to the gracious feeling of relief, she would have noticed the strange gaze of a friend, directed straight to her crotch. Priy was interested in one draenei feature, which she had long dreamed of testing. She removed a leather flask from her belt and deftly put it under her friend's dense stream. The abrupt change in the sound of the bubbling waterfall to the dull murmur of the filling tank made the draenei open their eyes.

- Wh-what are you doing? - was taken aback by draeneic.

“Nothing,” having made an innocent face, the girl answered, continuing to catch her friend's hot urine with a flask. But far from all the liquid got there - the jet was similar to a powerful spray fountain that beats not so much into the outgoing hole under Isel`Muni, as it pours space around the hole, the draenicum’s hooves and the fingers of Priya. Gradually, the urine flowed down the harsh flask, causing her to slip out of the girl’s wet fingers.

Draeneica tried to grab the flask from the girl's hands, but Priya deftly took it out from under the draenei — after only a few seconds under a strong stream, she was almost completely filled.

- Give it back! Pour it! - I asked the draenei, stretching my hands to Priya, making grasping movements with my fingers, but I could not reach out to the pensively departed girl.And the draeneic itself could not budge - crimson and indignant, she tried to rise from a squatting position, but the jet, left unattended, leaped past the hole, and drummed on the wooden floor, splashing everything around, forcing the girl to sit down again.

Draeneica watched in horror as Priya slowly brought the flask to her mouth and took a few large sips. She is ...