Reunited

After she left the islands, and first set foot in Auberdine, she was mesmerized by the night elves. She had heard stories of their men being great lovers, though she doubted any would have eyes for her, she couldn't help but wonder. In her own race, she was considered pretty, some even said she was cute, but she wasn't considered beautiful. When Night Elf women would come near her, she envied their beauty and grace. What would their men want with a thick, hooven woman like me? Sure she caught a few looking at her, but that's all it ever was. Just looks. Was it a look of desire? Despise? Humor? It didn't matter. Vantha had no desire to marry or bare children; she wanted to travel and explore her new world. Many in her town said that Vantha danced to the beat of a different drummer, in comparison to other young female Draenei. But that didn't phase her. She wanted to discover the lands and be a an adventurer. She went on in life happy with herself and with her place in the world. She assumed no man to be worth her time and energy. When Vantha met Aerden during a weeklong stay in the Stonetalon Mountains, her assumption drastically changed.

It was hot and she was tired from the hike back from Ashenvale. She thought long and hard about her decision to remove her heavy leather vest and pauldrons. Her safety was at risk either way; die of heat exhaustion or die of a blade though the heart. She felt there to be more dignity in taking the blade. As she bent down to lay her gear beside a large stone, she heard movement behind her.

“Questing alone, my dear?”
Vantha stood straight up, quickly turning to face the voice coming from behind; mace drawn, lightening on her fingertips. It was a Night Elf. Vantha relaxed, dropping the mace and halting her cast.
“You almost got the shock of you life, Elf!” She scolded. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that!”
“I have been standing here watching you for some time.” The Elf cast himself into a shadow meld and then snickered at the baffled Draenei before coming back to his solid form. “You’re one hell of a shaman. You definitely know your stuff.”
Vantha blushed with embarrassment as the handsome Elf stood before her. Never had anyone complimented her on her abilities. Of course, she did a lot of soloing, and rarely saw any other Allies on the field, so it wasn’t a concern. Though it did make her proud, if slightly embarrassed, to be complimented.

The Night Elf held out his hand. “The name’s Aerden, follower of Malfurion.”
Vantha grasped his hand. “My name is Vantha, student of the Farseer Nobundo.”
His hand was soft, his grip was meaningful. “It’s wonderful to meet your acquaintance, Vantha. Are you here alone?”
Vantha frowned. "Yes, I'm here by myself... well, I guess you're never alone with the elements on your side."
Aerden laughed. "And nature. Sometimes I feel like everything I do is being observed. So, could you use some company?"
Vantha was enthralled, though she hid it well. “I would be glad to have you with me. I’ve seen many Horde in these parts and having to deal with the logging company has been an all out nightmare.” Vantha threw her arms in the air in frustration. “I will be here for at least a week, if not longer, to gather herbs and to explore the area." She looked down at the ground. "Would you care to stay with me, even if for only a couple of days?"
“Sure! I am in these parts for a few reasons, one being the ore. These mountains are a miner's dream come true!” Aerden looked at her and smiled.
“So, where’s your camp set up at? I have a heavy bag of supplies and beddings I wouldn't mind setting up.”
"I haven't set up yet on this side of the mountain." Vantha was suprised. It seemed he was serious about staying around with her for a few days. That should be ample time to learn more about the race she found so desirable. “Well, I would like to fill my bags a bit more before bedding down for the eve."
Aerden nodded. "Let's go then."

The next few hours were physically demanding on both the Draenei and the Elf. Even as the sun began its afternoon descent toward the horizon, the air was incalescent. Despite the torturous heat, they were in good spirits, joking and laughing, and discovering one another. Vantha was curious as to his relationship status, however, she knew that an inquiry of that nature may make the situation uncomfortable. She said nothing and instead listened intently to the Elf's stories and experiences. Eventually, they had stumbled upon a lake high up in the mountain. Crystal clear water rippled delicately over smooth sandstone, glimmering with minescule pieces of precious minerals. A few aquatic creatures scurried about the surface, diving down to catch themselves a meal. Vantha looked over at Aerden, his long indigo locks matted from sweat and dust. "Want to clean up and call it a day?"
Aerden shifted his eyes toward her and raised an eyebrow. "Should we set up camp first?"
"That would be a good idea." Vantha sighed, hoping there was an area close by that would require minimal, if any set up for the night.
Aerden motioned towards a dense grove of pines a short distance from the lake, but far enough from the road. "This should do. I doubt it will rain this eve, however if it does, the pines will keep most of it from falling to the ground."
Vantha surveyed the ground for a flat area and rolled out her beddings while Aerdon quickly started a small campfire. Sitting down on her blanket, she removed her boots then glanced over at Aerden who had just finished getting the fire going. He then walked over and laid his bedroll next to hers..
"Is there room for me over here?"
"Of course!" Vantha patted her hand on the dry hardened earth. "Best we stay close in case of unfriendly visitors, you know?"
They both removed their armor; Aerden stopped short of removing his undershorts, but Vantha, knowing only one way to truly enjoy a bath, stripped down to only the delicate metal wrapped around her tendrils. She then rumaged through one of her many sacks and pulled out two towels and a crude bar of purple lotus scented soap. Now standing, she turned to the Elf, extending her arm to offer a towel. His rich, golden eyes moved over her body, his lips parted ever so slightly, baring his pointy fangs. Vantha dangled the towel between her and the Elf's silent stare, clearing her throat...
"Is there a problem, Elf?" Vantha knew full well that he was taking in the sight of her nude body. She only hoped he found it appealing enough to join her in the lake for a bath. Though her statement sounded harsh, she softened the blow with a nervous giggle.
"No. I-" Aerden stammered, "It's just that, I've never seen your kind... without armor." He looked up at her, meeting her gaze. "You're skin is so rich in color and flawless. Is it true?" Aerden became bashful at his own inquiry.
"Is what true?"
"The reason your skin is so-"
"Blue?" Vantha smirked and raised her eyebrow. "Yes, our blood is more blue than most races. But, depending on where we are wounded, we bleed red as well."
Vantha was honored that he actually was interested in her race. "Am I the first Draenei you have come in contact with?"
"The first that was willing to open up to me like you have."
"Anything you want to know, Aerden, even if it seems weird, ask me. You can't offend me with honest questions, no matter how personal. Now, let's go for a swim and clean up. I'm beat and want to relax!"

Vantha dove in headfirst. The water was cool and refreshing. When she surfaced, she turned towards shore only two see a large, brown furry animal closing in on her. She immediately began to cast until the creature stopped. She looked for Aerden, but he was no where to be seen.
"Aerden!" she screamed, and the creature began to circle her in a playful manner, then went to shore. Before her eyes, the brown beast's body stretched and shifted. It was Aerden all along.
"Damn Druid!" Vantha just stood in the water looking up at him then burst out laughing. "You had me scared stiff!"
"I'm sorry, I should have warned you that it's difficult for me not to shift in water." Aerden gave out a low chuckle. "I'll try this again. I really need to bathe in my true form."

After their baths, they ventured back to camp. Vantha crawled under her covers, still bare as the day she was born. Aerden went to his own bed, less than an arm's length away, and covered up. Vantha noticed his blanket was thin and worn. She was concerned for his comfort, however, she figured he could morph into bear form if it got too cold for him. She was falling asleep when all of a sudden, she heard thunder in the distance. Her eyes flew open and she saw Aerden's eyes flutter open too.
"Sounds like a storm's coming." Vantha loved storms, especially when she had a companion to snuggle with. She'd been single for so long that she forgot how it felt. She wondered what it would be like to lay in Aerden's arms, but was too shy to make a move. She didn't want to jeopardize his companionship either.
"I hear it too." Aerden's voice made her weak.
"Aerden, do you mind if I, um... move in a little closer to you?" Vantha tried to make it seem as though she was frightened of the storms rolling in.
"Not at all. Could we share your heavier blanket too? This flimsy thing isn't doing a good job of keeping me warm."
Without saying a word, Vantha threw half of the blanket over the Elf, curling up close to him with her back towards his chest. Instinctively, Aerden put his arm around Vantha. She could feel her nether region reacting to the Elf's touch. His chest was warm against her skin and his arm around her made her feel safe. She was shocked at how calm she remained, however, she was very tired.

"Tell me I do not have my arm around another man's prize."
Vantha giggled, more out of nervousness than from humor. "There is no man." Her voice was soft and inviting. "Why do you refer to me as a prize?"
"You are thoughtful and caring."
“Is your woman not thoughtful and caring, Aerden?”
"My woman is as real as your man, my sweet." Aerden's low, melodic voice sang in her ear making her body tense.
“Then there is no guilt to worry about in our present situation.” Vantha lay next to the Elf with a wide grin on her face.
“None at all, my dear.”

Vantha laid quietly next to the Elf for some time before she began daring herself to make her move. She wanted so badly to kiss him and feel his hands all over her so, she took this situation one step further and flipped herself to face the Elf. Aerden, seeming to have similar ideas, put his hand around her head to pull her in for a kiss, but instead of a kiss, he cried out in pain. Startled, Vantha sat up.
"What's wrong?"
Aerden grabbed his hand, blood pouring from his middle fingertip. Vantha reached up and touched her horn. The tip was wet with Aerden's blood.
"Oh, Aerden. I'm so sorry!" She frowned down at him, hoping he would accept her apology. Reaching for her satchel, she rummaged through the pockets and pulled out some bandages. Before she could clean his wound, he cast a spell causing a light green glow around his finger tip.
"Will that heal your wound? I could cast a heal as well if you need more."
"It will most definitely leave a scar as the wound was deep, however, it feels better already." Aerden smiled at her. "It's ok. I shouldn’t have reached behind your head so quick. I didn't realize your horns were so sharp."
"I guess you won't soon forget, either." Vantha laid back on her side and ran a finger over Aerden's chest. He placed an arm around her waist and the other under his pillow. He then stretched his neck forward and followed through with a gentle, cautious kiss.
Vantha returned the gesture with a nibble to his bottom lip. He smiled, then went back for a deeper kiss. Soon, their tongues were intertwined as were their bodies; Arden pushed her gently onto her back and rose abov her. He stopped for a moment, lingering over her face, taking in her beauty. He began to move downward towards her neck, kissing all the way to her collar bone, biting softly into her delicate flesh. Vantha dug her nails into the Elf’s shoulders, gasping as every part of her womanhood felt ready to explode. He moved slowly down her body as she lay writhing under him. She could feel his lips around her nipples as his hand slid between her thighs.
“Mmmm… You’re so warm and tight down there.” Aerden looked back up into her eyes.
“Take me, Aerden.” Vantha left out a breathy moan as she threw her head back. “I want to feel you inside of me!”
“You’re not ready yet, my sweet.”
With that, Aerden pushed himself up, repositioning himself and lowering his mouth to her bare mound. At first, he teased her with short, delicate strokes, then he inserted two fingers into her moist hole, penetrating her slowly as his tongue massaged her clit. Vantha was panting, pushing her hips into his face. “Aerden…” She gasped. “I’m gonna… Ooooh, I’m gonna…” Before relief came, the Elf stopped. Vantha’s chest heaved, sweat dripping down her cheeks. “Wha? What are you doing? Why did you stop?”
Aerden brought his body up, hovering over the horny Draenei laying beneath him. “I want to make love to you, Vantha.” He wrapped his hands around her waist. Gazing deep into her eyes, he asked, “Are you ready?”
Vantha reached up, pulling him to her body and whispered in his ear. “Yes, Aerden. Take me!”
Vantha wrapped her legs around his waist and he thrust deep into her body. Vantha screamed as the Night Elf drove himself deeper into her with each thrust.
“Are you ok?”
“I’m fine! It’s just that… You’re so big!” Vantha moaned underneath him. “But you feel so damn good!”
“As do you, my dear.”
Vantha was in ecstasy as was Aerden. She felt a bit akward that she barely knew this man with whom she now shared her body, but now was no time to consider the morality of the situation. They were as one for some time until..
“Aerden, I’m… about.. to… ughaaaaah!!” Vantha’s muscles clamped down around Aerden as he thrust several more times, her orgasm christening his member with a warm gush. Falling back on his knees, he pulled out of her and spread his seed all over the Draenei’s belly and thighs.
He fell to the ground next to her, both their chests heaving from the experience.
“Thank you.” Vantha turned her head to Aerden. “I haven’t been with a man in many moons.” She laughed.
Aerden said nothing, but held her close, kissing her ear.

“Goodnight, Aerden.”
"Goodnight, my sweet. Goddess watch over you."
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Author's note: Thank you for reading my first WOW FanFic!! I am already working on Chapter 3. It may be a few days until I get it up as the first two chapters took me three weeks. Thanks again!

-Wisterya