Shadows Within

I really hope this is good, 'cuz I'm completely fucking exhausted right now. Writing on four hours of sleep isn't a cakewalk, peoples.
Oh, and... CHAPTER OF SMUT! YAY!!!!
M/F, oral, some anal, and a dash of angst. Shake well and point away from small children.

Fawnheart: Well, I'm a mamby little Alliance meself, so that might not work... and don't even start with the drugs. No, you're not getting any, mainly because I don't have enough lager cans or biscuit tins to hide it all in. Find your own mad-hatter Colombian drug lord!

Horde FTW: Of course I'm happy! Sorry about that, though... but I penned sexings to make up for it.

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The knock at the door startled her a bit, but Shyla quickly got up, shoving her papers aside and moving to the wooden frame.
"Who deah?"
"Jus' me, Shyla. Open up, yeah?"
Though taken back just a little, the shaman opened the door regardless, and let her brother inside. She noticed he looked a bit drawn and haggard, but said nothing as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Wha'ss eatin' you, brudda?" she asked, returning to her seat and wrapping her lush plume of green hair into its usual braid.
His own black mop hung limp around his face, even longer than hers the last time anyone was brave enough to masure. Rajas looked at her, his crimson eyes glinting in the lamplight, and sighed. "De boy. Did 'ee do anytin' to ya tonight?"
The trolless arced an eyebrow in confusion. "Nooooo," she said, tilting her head a bit. "Why 'choo askin'?"
"Ah thought Ah saw joo lookin' like joo was..." The mage trailed off, spinning one of his fingers around in circles. It was one of the few times she ever saw her brother, the mental powerhouse he was, at a loss for words, much less using a tone that didn't sound like a string of vague death threats.
"Worried?" he finally offered, if a bit unsure of it. "Sad? Confused?"

Shyla nodded, holding up a hand. "Ah know, mon. Ah tink it was a bit'o all t'ree," she admitted in a hushed tone.
The mage said nothing, but kept watching her out of the corner of his eye. She guessed that he was either waiting for the rest of her thought, or trying to formulate a question. Undeterred, she continued.
"Watchin' Kalderin like dat, mon... it was like seein' a beast set loose afta bein' caged up for too long," the shaman told him, looking over to try and guage his reaction. "Ah'm not too sure if dat's bettah or worse for 'im."
Rajas flexed his jaw a couple of times, then rested his chin on top of his hands with a shrug. "Ah though'choo'd be de one to figga' dat out, Shyla," he mused humorlessly.

The trolless sighed, giving a frustrated shake of her head. "Dat's jus'de pro'lam, brudda. Ah need to talk to 'im before Ah can get to dat."
"Well," the mage told her, "Ah don' tink'ee's gone to sleep yet. Choo still got time, yeah?"
"No, mon," Shyla replied, rubbing her eyes. "Kalderin didn't look in a talkin' mood, ya know?"
Her brother nodded and rose from the bed, ruffling his hair in an idle gesture. "A'ight, den. Get some sleep, sistah," he said gruffly.
She nodded, moving over to the bed, and looked up at the enigmatic troll with a mix of emotions. It wasn't often he would come to anybody- much less her- to have a chat, and most of their encounters ended up feeling either forced of just plain angry.
Shyla gave herself a moment as the door closed to hope against the odds that something had finally gotten through to him.

There he was again... and just like last time, his presence was quite palpable in the small room. Once again, she bolted upright when she felt that odd something in the air, but not out of the same uncertainty.
No. This time, it was more along the lines of anticipation.
He moved with the same silent grace, placing his weight on the foot of the bed without the faintest of sounds. She pulled her legs up to rest her head on her knees, and felt a soft smile play across his lips. She returned it, shifting her body a little, and waited.
"Don' be shy, mon..." she whispered.
The shadow slithered up the bed, and was illuminated by the solitary moonbeam that shone through the window. The brief glimpse of coal black hair, that almost sickly pallor of white skin with its inky lines along the surface, all showed that nothing was left to her imagination.

The feel of his fingers dancing up her arm, across her covered legs, and over her shoulders all sent little shivers down her spine. He traced to her back, pulling the knot free with deft, practiced movements, and leaned up to her mouth. She could feel the soft pants of his breath caressing her face in slow, steady puffs.
A hand tilted her head to his side with a gentle motion, and the human latched onto the crook in her neck, sucking and nibbling at the flesh there with a slow tenderness. The thumb that held her face stroked her lips absently, sometimes trailing along her tusks and back down, all with no real point or purpose other than to keep busy.
With a little squelch, Kalderin removed his lips from her skin. The shaman could still tell his proximity by the heat of his breath, feeling it pull upwards to her face once more. The hand, which she now surmised was his right one, slid behind her head, pulling her just a little closer. Her eyes were adjusting to the dim moonlight now, revealing the human's outline in the near-pitch dark.

His face hovered in front of hers.
Both of their breathing was becoming a bit unsteady.
She saw him inch closer, feeling a smile play on his features.
In an instant, the delicate thread of self-control broke. She pulled him towards her none to gently, mashing their lips together.

Shock was plainly evident in the rogue, who tensed up the moment she pulled, but since he managed to avoid gouging his face on her petite tusks, Kalderin relaxed after a few seconds. She felt his tongue steal forth from his mouth, parting her own lips with the same gentle motions as before. It almost seemed like he was asking permission this time.
Beaming to herself, the trolless held him steady and shoved her own tongue past his parted lips, delighting in the fact that he finally made some noise; a muffled "hurk!" of surprise was all he eaked out, but it felt like a major victory.
However, the mild shock wore away in an instant, giving way to the feel of their mouths locking together in a moist, sloppy embrace. She felt as he forced past her, probing as much as he could whilst making only token attempts to stop her from doing the same.

His free left hand now dropped down to her chest while they kissed, kneading the tender flesh with dry fingertips. Shyla cooed into the human's mouth, finally pulling away from him, and issued out a happy sigh... which quickly became a soft shriek of alarm when he squeezed the hardened blue nub just a bit too hard.
"Gah! Ey, ceahful deah, mon!" she hissed, but quickly felt her brow smoothing out at the bashful look that appeared.
"Sorry," she heard the rogue say in a near whisper, and felt him lean up to her ear again. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?"
The trolless turned her head, catching the trace of lust under his eyes. "Choo did dat on purpose," she muttered, giving him a mock glare.
The rogue's face fell in an instant. "I did not!" he assured her in a quiet but firm tone, but Shyla was already giggling.
"Ah know, mon," she chuckled, shifting her weight and plumping the "injured" breast towards him. "But'Ah s'pose if ya wanna, mon... go ahead," she offered with a sultry look.

Kalderin gave her a sincere smile before moving forward and closing his lips over the tender nipple and sucking on it in the same calm and quiet manner he had been doing everything else with. The shaman gasped and sighed, propping herself against the wall to free one of her hands up, and ran it through the human's hair as he worked.
The rogue had not forgotten about her other side, and his right hand clamped down on her other breast, rolling her nipple around in his fingers a little more gently this time. Her own hands began to grow a bit too warm as they traced circles on his back before she remembered his strange curse, and let one of her fingers graze the spirit's gift on his neck, just to assure herself it was still there. The heat began to spread along her body as he pressed up against her to get a more comfortable position. Uncaring for the moment, Shyla hugged him close and buried her head in his hair, refusing to let him stop for anything.

She felt his hand move along her belly, making a beeline straight for her groin, and his mouth switched sides lust before he pushed the thin fabric away from her now excited slit. One digit ran along the part in the skin, testing the waters, before spreading her lips with a second. As his quick, trained fingers began to tease the highly sensitive cluster of nerves and flesh, the shaman drew her own hand down the human's chest, through the building heat, and wound their way from unfamiliar muscle to unfamiliar muscle until she found her treasure.
When she wrapped her two-fingered hand around his cock, it may just as well been cast of molten lava.

"MOTHA' FOOKIN'!" she all but shouted, ripping her hand away with blinding speed. Shyla's eyes met the rogue's, who had a look of concerned alarm and apology on his face. "'Choo do to ev'reh girl ya sack wit, mon?" she whezed, still shaking her hand in a feble attempt to cool it down.
The phrase spilled from her mouth without any concern for its reaction, but she began to regret it when Kalderin's form shrank away, his face falling into a hurt and confused expression. She reached for his shoulder, hearing herself say "No, no, mon, Ah didn't-"
But the human had shuffled back out of her reach, his posture becoming more defensive than before, with the ghost of a pained glare forming on his brow. The mixed waves of regret and indignation washed over Shyla like choppy sea swells. Ah fook she thought, 'ee looks like 'ee's jus been knifed.

The shaman pushed away from the wall, but Kalderin scooted again, the scowl growing even darker. "Stay away from me," he hissed. "You're just like them."
The trolless made up her mind; enough was enough. She was GOING to get laid, and HE was going to be the one to do it! She shoved off the boards will all the speed she could muster, managing to grab the rogue's wrist by the barest of margins and hold vice-tight onto it as she fell to the floor. As his weight and the ever-present corruption crashed down on top of her, she wrapped an arm around his waist as well, pinning him on top of her.

Four somethings wrapped around her body, framing her breasts and crossing her chest. They were cold for a second before pain and fire erupted across her skin. Shyla managed to glimpse four long, black chains embracing her, each linked to a dark manacle on each of the human's wrists and ankles. His eyes were almost blazing with fel fire as he pulled her ear to his mouth.
"Do. Not. Touch. Me."
Each word might has well been spat from the Nether itself. Shyla released her hold on one of his wrists, fought back the rising tide of fear and panic in her body, and grabbed the chain that clung to Kalderin's neck. She chanted a healing spell, using the spirit's gift to help pour all her energy and focus into putting the fel beast back into the cramped, lonely cage it rightly deserved, as she snarled right back into its face.

It only took a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity, staring into those orbs of pure hatred. The chains gave a shudder, sagged, then broke with almost no sound, and the green fire died out with them; as the rogue's half-conscious body slumped down to her, though, a lingering tingle remained. The trolless heaved a sigh, hugging the human close again as she tried to clear some of the lingering corruption from his body. It was hard going, as drained as she was, but when the human came around, he was better off than before.

"Mon... choo don' know 'ow to treat a woman, yeah?" she panted as Kalderin's eyes fluttered open.
The fel fire had played havoc with her vision, so she couldn't see his face, but she felt the ashamed blush creep into his cheeks. "Actually... no, I don't," he admitted.
Shyla pulled herself up a bit. "Fo' true?"
The rogue nodded.
"Well, choo sure don' act like no virgin, mon."
"I'm not... I just said I don't know how to treat a woman right."
The trolless felt fear begin to rise anew in her throat. "Choo... raped?" she asked.
The silence stretched for eternity, and she saw him look away. She didn't want to speak; she wanted him to answer her, truthfully.
"Try the other way around, Shyla."

The shaman's red eyes went wide as dinner plates. "Choo... wait, choo GOT raped?"
More silence from the human signaled his affirmation.
She didn't know what to do, other than pull herself to a sit and stare for a moment. The shock of seeing a man who had "said no" was taking longer to sink in than she hoped it would.
After watching in silence for a couple of minutes, the trolless did the only thing that seemed natural; she pulled him into another embrace. The feel of his skin was only uncomfortably warm this time, but she didn't care, and instead planted soft kisses on his neck.
His entire body seized up again. "Shyla, what're you-"
"Shh, shhh, it's okay, mon," she wispered, now stoking his hair with tenderness. "Ah tink i's time fa'choo to learn how."

The human opened his mouth to protest, but she pulled his head back and kissed him again, lifting them both up enough to get back onto the bed and laying herself next to him. When she finally let him up for air, the blue orbs swam with doubt and hesitation.
"Are you really okay with this?" Kalderin asked with no lack of apprehension.
In response, the shaman fished around in one of her bags, removed the water focus, and planted a cleansing totem on the floor, attuning it to the fel energies within the rogue's body. She gave the glowing wooden effigy a satisfied look, placed the smaller totem on the bedside table, and turned back to him, stretching on her side to give the human a better view.
"Dat answer ya question, mon?"
A light smile appeared on the young man's face, and Shyla was unable to stop herself from running a hand down his cheek. She wondered what it was that had driven him to such desperation before, what sort of force had managed to infiltrate his soul, that kept him from opening up to anyone... it concerned her now more than ever, when she could see what he was like underneath it all.

He shuffled along the mattress, pulling his face level with hers, and kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue into an eager match with her own. They held one another with one hand and used the other for their own devices; the rogue kneading a blue breast with his, and the trolless doffing her panties with hers, then wrapping it around his shaft.
Kalderin pulled back, gasping and panting, and she felt his muscles tense for a short moment. But, to the shaman's delight, he stove off the ingrained fear and smiled again, lowering his own hand to her groin. She flashed a predatory grin as she lifted her leg, daring him to do it.
And he did.

With a bit of bending, two of the rogue's fingers disappeared into her tunnel, stroking the sensitive area on the roof of her walls. Shyla gave an appreciative moan, jerking her hips forward just a little, and sped up her hand.
The human shuddered and smiled at her, moving his other hand down to her clitoris, and began to trace little circles around it with one of his digits, causing the trolless's slickened pussy to clench. She growled with pleasure and wriggled her arm up to his head, then forced him down to her chest again.
Her grunts turned to coos in the space of seconds when warm lips encircled her nipple, sucking with a restrained sort of zeal that may well have been bottled up inside with all the other emotions he denied. The feel of his tongue lashing about, heating and softening her azure buds into a more supple state made her wetter, and his ministrations on her dripping cleft, inside and out, only heightened her pleasure... which toughened her nipples again, repeating the delicious process over and over.

When the rogue finally released her breast from his mouth with a satisfying "pop", Shyla looked down, pouting a bit as he also took his hands away, placing them on her hips. Kalderin grinned right back, gauging her for a moment, then rolled his entire weight onto her, forcing the shaman to lie on her back. She gave a squeal of alarm when he shifted her, but was calmed when she felt his lips tracing their way down her body, leaving little chaste kisses along her stomach.
Preempting his obvious motions, the blue-skinned woman reached down to her own part, spreading the lips with both hands. He trailed his tongue along her skin, skirted the well-kept tuft of emerald hair that pointed to her folds... and waited.

He was still there, breathing onto the pearl of her clit, but nothing else. It felt nice, but... well, it was annoying! Not to mention bad form just to leave her sitting-
Shyla's train of thought was subsequently thrown from its railing by an infernal as the human wrapped his lips around the nub and suckled. She felt his fingers probing her tunnel again, stroking the spot on her walls with those "come hither" motions; the trolless had to fight to keep her upper body from thrashing around on the bed like an irate fish.
He lashed out, lapping at her nub with as much of his tongue as possible, sending shudders straight up her spine with each slow, lazy stroke. He switched hands, letting the soaked digits trail around her thighs without any present aim. The trolless allowed herself to be immersed in the waves of content that rippled at her mind's edge.
And in her relaxed state, she never really noticed where Kalderin's other hand was going.

The only warning she had was a soft, satisfied chuckle, that only came a bare second before the rogue's two wet fingers began to slide into her ass. Shyla's eyes went wide, and she angled her head to look at the human's face, but managed to clamp her unease down at the calm, though somewhat smug, look on his face.
"Wh- wha'choo doin, mon?" she asked, failing to keep a nervous shudder from her voice.
Kalderin broke into a soft smile. "That's not where I'm putting it, Shyla," he assured her. "Just relax."
She arced an eyebrow at him, but laid her head back and obliged, putting herself fully in his trust. The feel of his fingers slowly edging into her, and consequently rubbing against the other pair in her cunt, was much better than she expected it to be.
Not to mention she was still holding herself open, and he was still licking her. All three of those sensations were beginning to prove too much for the shaman, whose hips began to lift from the mattress with every other stroke of a finger or swipe of the tongue. Shyla found her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the unusually lithe human worked her body in ways she had yet to experience.

Her body gave no warning, no indication of the climax to come, it just happened; perhaps from her senses being dulled by the totem, perhaps it was him. Really, who could say?
All she knew was that when her peak arrived, the only thing she knew was her teeth tearing a hole in the pillow and the white spots that obscured her vision. Both of her tunnels clenched violently, her fluids flowing down past the rogue's hands and soaking the sheets below. He had the good grace to shift his tongue around, trying to lap up as much of her as he could without hurting her in the hyper-sensitive state she was locked into.
When the tide of bliss raced away from her senses, the first thing she noticed was a sense of emptiness, as Kalderin had removed his fingers from her rear, and was contenting himself with moving his other hand in her still-quivering sex. The shaman let her hands rove upward and tangle into his hair, sweaty, saited, and struggling for air.

"Oh, spirits, mon," she heaved, "choo... choo do dat all... de time, Kal?"
He chuckled, retracting his left hand to whimpered protests. "I'll go out on a limb here and say I've seen things you would never want to think of," he replied.
It was a chore to haul herself into a sit to look at his face dead on, but it was worth it; there was a distant and unfocused look about the young man's face, and he was peering at the nearest corner of the room. She scowled and slid one of her hands to his cheek, pulling his attention back to reality.
"'Ey. Listen, mon," the shaman commanded with a soft voice, "don'choo tink abou' dat. Any o' dat, yeah?" Shaking his face just a bit, she continued, "Ah am not gonna let'cha drag youse'f down like dat, hon."

Shyla wanted to remember this; it was the first time she had ever seen him blush. The rogue's lips quavered for a moment, then split his face in a kind, thankful smile. "Thank you," he all but whispered, his eyes shining with an inner calm.
The shaman couldn't keep a quiet giggle from her lips. "Somebodeh's gotta look out fa'choo, Kalderin. Migh'tas well be me," she told him.
The silence that stretched there hung heavy, but not awkward, between their bodies. She was still holding his face, peering at his assuredly uncomfortable position. So, she pulled him towards her as she laid her weight back to the matress.

"We not done yet, mon..." she muttered in a hungry voice.
"I know," he hissed back, leaning up to kiss her again.

Her own taste was tangy and somewhat bitter, and she had a vague wonder about how he could enjoy it... well, that was his problem, anyhow. She held onto him for as long as her growing lust would allow, coiling her tongue around his in a mad, crushing dance.
She let him go, giving him an alluring look to prompt him into finishing the job. Shyla cooed when the human shifted his weight, and felt the pressure and unusual heat of his head at the lips of her pussy. He rubbed the length of it along the outside a few times, leaving a strange tingle creeping in her skin, then laid it pointedly against her again.
He locked her eyes with his. "Are you sure about this?" he asked.
The trolless looked at him for a moment, taking in the way his hair flowed around his face, the glow of his crystal blue eyes... then, with a growl, wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her.

Kalderin's eyes went wide as he was forced to move, burying his entire cock into her folds with almost no resistance whatsoever. Shyla's strong legs held him close, kept him from moving at all, but he didn't care. Right now, he just wanted to feel, to etch the velvetine texture into his memory, his body and soul.
She, too, was sitting startled, relishing the feel of a man inside her after being empty for quite a while. It didn't feel much different from the last time she had been bedded, and yet it was nothing like those times before. The amount of trust she placed in him, and he in her, elevated this far beyond the simple need for a good, solid fuck.
The rogue began to make a few small, tentative thrusts into her, pulling little gasps from the both of them with every motion. Shyla loosened her legs just enough to give him room to move, and licked her lips.

"Come on, babe, do it," she whispered.
Still rocking within her cunt, he leaned down on his arms by a few inches. "Do what?" he asked. "Words tend to help, sweet."
"Mmmhn, choo know," the shaman muttered back, gasping as the head of his cock dug its way deep inside her, and he ground his hips against hers.
"Do I?"
A smile played on her lips. "Yeah, choo do."
Another forceful thrust pulled a moan from her. "I don't think I do..."
Shyla reached up and wrapped her arms around the human, pulling him close. "Ah wan'choo to fuck me, Kalderin," she croaked into his ear. "Fuck me."

A huff of air turned into a victorious grin as the young man pulled back to the head of his shaft, then lunged back into her with lustful force. This pulled a loud yelp from the trolless, who gripped to the rogue's body for all stability as he rocked and shook her body with a barrage of solid thrusts.
Shyla moved her legs up and clenched them at the small of his back, to make his movements easier. The feel of his tool spearing into her moist depths stoked a deep fire within her, causing her to clench and pull at the flesh that was being pumped into her. She knew how to squeeze most men in a way that was all but irresistible, and proceeded to put it to use on the unsuspecting human.

Kalderin let out a groan when she constricted around him, unsure of what was keeping him from getting too loud. He leaned down farther, placing all of his weight on the shaman, and attacked her breast again, slurping the nipple into his mouth and sucking none too gently on it.
"Shit, mon," she gasped from under him, "mebbe choo don'- aaahn!- know how tooOOOooh... treat a womAH!... bu'tchoo know ya way aroun' sex- Naaahmn!"
"Well," he retorted, running a tongue up her chest and to her neckline, "I've- uhn- certainly had some pra- guh!- practice!"
The trolless smiled, pulling him harder and deeper into her folds, and licked a few beads of sweat from the rogue's tainted chest. It stung a little, but she found herself getting more and more used to the slight, raw burning on her skin.
The heat was building around his cock as well, sparking and singing her insides without any conscious thought. Any of the more forceful jolts would send a shudder and a moan, whimper, or curse from her lips, which was starting to become quite frequent.

The human's breathing was fast becoming shallow and labored; she knew he was getting close to the edge now. Pondering for a moment, she decided to tease him a bit.
"Choo like dat, mon?" she asked between thrusts.
He looked at her and grinned, moaning a little himself. "Love it," he responded.
She licked her lips, watching his rear rise and fall, pistoning into her. "Choo wanna cum, Kal?"
She heard a whine escape the rogue's lips. "Yes," he pleaded, still packing her slit.
"Aahmmmmn... choo wanna cum in me?"

Though he didn't stop, the human gave her an alarmed look. "You- gah!- what?!" he stammered.
"Because Ah wan'cha too."
Kalderin had been struck speechless, closing his eyes in concentration. "Inside?"
"Yah, mon, inside. Come on- nah!- Ah want it, hon." She grinned at him, thinking. "Ah wan'ta feel ya cum fill me up, Ah wan'ta know it's right- MMMMM!- where it belongs.
Their eyes locked again, and they dove at one another's faces, kissing passionately. Kalderin began to ram into her without any sort of restraint, urged on by hers words and her legs forcing his member as far into her cunt as it could be.

The human broke off, panting, gasping, and squeezing his eyes shut. "Shyla," he panted, "Shyla, I'm- I'm..."
"Yeah, das' de way, mon. C'mon, fuck me!"
The pace sped up, and the trolless relished the feel of his balls colliding with thte bottom of her part. He was so close now, so tantalizingly near...
"Gods, hun, I..." the human panted, "I'm gonna cu... gah!- gonna cum!"
"Das' de way, good boy, mon," she encouraged in alluring gasps. "Lemme ha'vit all, baby. Fill me up, Kal... c'mon, do it... cum fo me, honeh..."

With a small heave and a choked cry, Kalderin slammed into her one last time before exploding within, spilling a copious amount of his seed into the trolless's depths. She felt it sticking inside, splattering against her womb and filling it up, and was rapturous to feel it spreading past the stopper of the young man's cock and running down her rounded plump of her ass.
There was so much, she found herself giving a few weak, shuddering laughs as she reached down, pooled some of it in her hand, and sucked it down with an urgent need, relishing the peculiar flavor the boy possessed-


Shyla sat bolt upright in bed, her eyes wide and searching, her heart racing at the thought of her dream.
Mudda fook, what WAS dat? Ah can't beleive... Ah'd nevah, nevah to dat! Well, Ah mean... nevah force him to... uh... well, okay, mebbe I would, just a little. But fa fook's sake, why now?! I don' need ta be dreamin' bout sex, or love... or feelin' 'im cum inside me... GAH, FOOK!
Deeply infuriated, both with herself and with the current turn of events, the shaman got up, dressing in her casual outfit, and planned to go walking.
But her plans were cut short by the sound of something slamming into the wall, hard, several rooms over.

Dat's Kalderin's room, she thought, already moving to the door. Ah hope 'ee's okay.