I will not Forsake you.

Eroth had been following Marri for quite some time now. He had been glad she was finally getting past what happened to Adonai. He longed to go to her, but kept his distance.
He’d followed her to Orgrimmar, and had watched her go in to talk with Thrall. He wasn’t much fond of the way Thrall looked at her. Nor was he happy when Thrall took her off to his private chambers. He made his way to a vantage point where he could see into the chambers. He watched Marri relate her tale, and watched Thrall slowly move in to make his move. He grit his teeth as Thrall took advantage of his poor Marri.
He was sure Thrall didn’t appreciate the delicate flower of a woman he had before him. But Eroth did. He knew what she liked, what she didn’t. Knew her joy and her pain. He knew her better than even Adonai had. He’d admit it, he’s obsessed with her. But he couldn’t help himself. He had a taste of heaven, and he wanted more.
He watched her leave Thrall and head back out on her way, a full fledge member of the Horde now. He seethed about Thrall and continued to follow her. How dare Thrall touch what was his?
Eroth watched her putter around the Auction house, waiting to see if she had won the bid. He smiled and walked up to her, tapping her shoulder lightly. “Pardon me, fair maiden.”
Marri looked at him with her usual curiosity that made him melt. “Yes, mon?”
“I am going to be traveling a long distance, though dangerous lands. I am in need of a healer.” He said, not surprised that again she didn’t recognize him. “Would you be so kind as to be my traveling companion?”
Marri seemed to debate this for a short bit. “I don’t be seein’ why not.” She said. “Be you warned. I not be a powerful ‘ealer. I be still learnin’.”
“That’s perfectly fine. I do not expect to be injured too often, but when I am, I would be in desperate need.”
Marri nodded. “Me name be Marri.” She said, holding out her delicate hand.
“I am Eroth.” He said, taking her hand and instead of shaking it, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it.
“Um... A pleasure, Erot’” She said.
“Eroth.” He corrected.
“Dat be what I said.” She said.
“Anyway...” He said calling his mount and holding out his hand to her. She took his hand and climbed up behind him, wrapping her toned arms around his bony waist. He smiled to himself. The last time they had been on his mount together, it had ended with him having his way with her. It stirred his loins just thinking about it.
He rode out of Orgrimmar and they headed off. He looked back over he shoulder at her. “It’s going to be a long trip. Do you have camping equipment?” He asked.
“No. I sleep on de ground.” She said.
“I see.” He said as they rode over the deserts between Orgrimmar and the Barrens. They rode in relative silence until the sun started to set. As it vanished beyond the horizon, he stopped his mount and they made camp. He found them firewood and built the fire. She cooked them a meal of roasted boar meat.
“Thank you for the meal, my sweet.” He said.
“Ya be welcome, Erot’” She said.
“EroTH” He said emphasizing the part she was getting wrong.
“Dat be what I say.” She said firmly.
He shook his head and ate the tender meat.
After the meal, Marri unbraided her hair and brushed it out. Eroth watched her meticulously brush out every knot and re-braid her long dark blue hair. She then laid down.
“My sweet, please. Take my sleeping mat. A beauty like you should not be sleeping in the dirt.” Eroth said.
Marri blushed slightly. “I couldn’t.” She said.
“I insist.” He said. “I would be unable to rest knowing such a lovely woman was laying upon the dirt.” He was laying it on thick.
Eventually she relented. “Alright.” She said, moving to his mat, which he laid beside.
She was quickly asleep, and as soon as he was sure she was out, he started to stroke himself. She was finally here with him. He closed his eyes. He could smell her sent, hear her breathing. She was here by choice. He moaned softly and stroked himself harder, arching his back as he thought of fucking her. His cock dribbled precum, and he thrust into his own hand as he stroked himself. He thought about her pussy and how great it would be to fuck her again. Finally with a grunt, he came, thick cum splattering to the ground between him and Marri. He sighed contently, pushing some dirt over the mess, and slipping off to sleep.
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A gentle man? A Pervert? You deside.