The World as it Should Be

Time froze. Treris stood with her gun at the ready, while Ripper growled menacingly at the Blood Elf. They stared at each other, each waiting for the other to make a move.



A sudden crash through the doorway snapped them out of it, as three Dark Iron Dwarves came in swinging their axes. Treris instantly fired her gun into them, while Ripper jumped the closest one and pinned him to the ground. Deydis disarmed another one in a flash and swung his blades quickly across his throat. The Dwarf went down gagging and the Elf finished him off quickly, while Treris fired again at the remaining one, taking him down.



There was noise outside and Deydis quickly ducked out to see what was happening.



“We need to go now,” he said, reaching over quickly and taking her hand. When she got into the hallway, she saw that Dark Irons were running about in complete chaos. Several of them were pounding down the hall towards them, while others ran in the opposite direction. For a brief second she saw what looked like another fight at the other end, but had no time to really see what was happening before turning and running.



Corpses lay everywhere, much in the same state as Theron upstairs. They raced through the main door just as a new commotion began above them.



“She's gone! Find her and kill her!”



They were out of the building and running fast and hard towards the up ramp to the lip of the Cauldron. The entire place was in chaos as small explosions went off throughout the large pit, fire crews ran around trying to keep it under control and the slaves were making a break for it. One of the slave taskmasters tried to stop them from getting up the ramp out, but between them and the running slaves, he was quickly over run.



As they reached the rim of the Cauldron there was another, much larger explosion behind them and they turned to see the main building in flames. The Dark Irons could no longer be bothered to worry about escaping slaves or even them, as they rushed around trying to put the fires out.



Treris was about to turn again and run when something caught her eye. It was nothing more than a spec, moving against the smoke and disappearing. She was sure it was a person, and something stirred within her and she suddenly knew who that person was.



“Sejova?” she whispered.





They ran on until they reached the rise of rocks that surrounded the gorge. Deydis climbed up into the rocks with amazing dexterity and skill, which she and her pet could match, but just barely. Eventually he stopped and crouched low, looking back out onto the gorge, watching for anyone who may be following them. She squatted down next to him and cast her sharp eyes about, trying to see if she could find her sister again.



“I think we're good,” he said once he was satisfied, and then he flashed her his sexiest grin and added, “Well, what brings a nice girl like you to a place like this?”



“You're unbelievable,” she said rolling her eyes, but barely containing a smile. She looked away for a moment following what turned out to be a black spec of ash. When she turned back to him, his lips instantly pressed onto hers and he pulled her into an embrace. Without thinking she returned his kiss, although she was taken aback with the need in which she did. By Elune she had missed him horribly and even though she had her doubts about him, she couldn't help give herself up to him.



He traced kisses down her jawline and neck and she closed her eyes as his hot breath sent shivers down her spine. With one sudden, fluid movement he sat back and pulled her onto his lap, but facing away from him. She leaned back onto his shoulder and turned her head so she could kiss him again. His hands were quickly unlacing her pants and pulling them slightly open. Instinctively, she spread her legs as he slid a hand down and began to stroke her clit, while the other fondled her breast though her armor.



She moaned against his mouth and arched her back up. His clever fingers were working her up quickly and she could almost hear the wet sound they were making. Her hips rocked up and down and her arm snaked around his neck and pulled him closer. She had almost forgotten his kisses, deep and passionate, and the way his breath felt on her when they would part briefly. Very soon she could feel the tension building in her body and she arched herself up again, breathing hard as she felt herself ready to snap.



Her grip on his head became tighter as began sucking on her ear lobe and neck, whispering soft encouragement for her to come. She squeezed her eyes shut and felt the first wave crash over her, eliciting a high pitched cry from her throat. He didn't stop, but kept rubbing her faster, and it created a second, more powerful wave within her.



“OooFUCK! Yes!” she cried as she lost all sense of herself and her surroundings.



When she came back down, she was panting and unbelievably sweaty. Deydis was sucking on his fingers, his eyes closed in quiet contentment. Her breath slowed down and she quietly stroked his ear while she stared ahead, forgetting that they were in the middle of an ash filled gorge. It didn't matter right then and there.



“I see you missed me too,” he softly whispered into her ear. She hummed affirmatively and smiled as she played absently with his hair, and for several moments they just sat there, in pleasant bliss.



“Deydis?” she finally asked.



“Hrmmm?” he hummed in response.



“Just what the fuck is going on?”