Empezar

A/N: Quick warning: I suck at writing sexual scenes.

Fawnheart: Yeah, I will continue writing the other story. I’m going to incorporate the previous chapter (the good one) into this story, but change the direction. The server I play on is Cairne, and you can contact me at any time via… review? I don’t care who knows that I write smut fics, or anything like that. Sadly, my main at the moment is Alliance-side. I’m levelling her to end-raid with my guild, so I probably won’t be updating as much. You’ll probably see her sometime soon, she’s a Draenei.

However, seeing as you’re a Horde-lover too, I’d be more then happy to play with you on a different server (PVP? :D), Horde-side, because I don’t have any at the moment. It’d be an honour to be able to talk to such a powerful author.

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The crowds of the Horde capital city Orgrimmar were as large as ever. In the streets, merchants sold their wares, adventurers pushed themselves through, and the regular citizen was often robbed in an alleyway. Horde guards patrolled the streets - though no one really knew why, they never did anything - and all seemed normal. Well, as normal as you can get in Orgrimmar.

The Blood Elf mage, Eve, sighed as she squeezed her way through the crowd. Her red robes, dirty and damaged, were causing her problems in the intense heat of the sun. However, she didn’t mind it, as it gave her a reason to be sweating. The real reason, was because she was terrified of the city. Massive Orcs, far more powerful then she, looked down on her boldly, but not unkindly. The Tauren kept to themselves, towering over her and causing her emerald eyes to flare in fright. The Trolls always copped a feel, and the Undead just snarled at her.

The Blood Elves, however, ignored her altogether. That was probably because she was a type of outcast, since she wasn’t the haughty image of perfection that the Elves demanded.

She liked it that way, though. What, with most of the males with tiny peckers. Most.

She slipped into the cool shadow of an alley, resting against an empty stall. She relaxed, as she was safe from the crowds. However, as she made her way through the alley, which was abandoned, she couldn’t shake the prickling unease she felt. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and she started to hear things.

‘I’m just paranoid,’ she calmed herself, taking a deep breath, ‘there’s nothing to be afraid of.’ She
steeled herself again, before continuing on. The quest she was on told her to take the path to the Cleft of Shadow, but the way she was going made it deserted. It was odd, but not altogether note-worthy.

“How you doin’, mon?” The exotic accent of the Darkspear Trolls rang through her ears. Instantly, her body tensed, her mind whirring into motion. She turned quickly, and laid eyes on a massive hunter. He was at least three feet taller then her, his body encased in tough mail. Two axes literally dripped with power, their enchantments thick and personalized. The hunter was obviously incredibly strong.

“Nothing. I’m just going to meet someone.” She spoke calmly, ignoring the fluttering panic inside her body. She met his eyes, the red meeting the emerald. The troll smiled around two long tusks, letting his eyes wander over her curvaceous body.

“I could not help but notice your attire.” He said, chuckling. His eyes never left her cleavage, however. The low-cut of her robes made her perky breasts quite visible, and the ruby lingerie only accentuated that. She crossed her arms, accidentally pushing her breasts up more. The Troll felt a heat start to permeate in his loins. It didn’t help that she had long, wavy blonde hair that fell just the right way, or that her body was probably better then a Troll’s.

“I’d like it if you didn’t look at me that way, Troll.” The mage said, dripping forced politeness. With a gentle shove, she pushed past him, making her way down the path again. Just as she was about to turn the corner that opened into the Cleft, she felt a hand around her waist, another hand covering her mouth.

“I no like that, mon.” The Troll whispered into her ear, causing her to shiver. Her emerald eyes searched to find where he was, but he kept out of her sight. He dragged her into the shadows, pinning her against the wall and forcing his lips against hers. He nudged his large purple tongue inside her small mouth, and nibbled on her lip.

The mage, however, would have none of that. She bit his tongue hard, causing him to jerk away. She took advantage of that, and slapped him. He snarled, grabbing her wrists and slamming them hard against the rock above her head. She cried out, but was stifled by his mouth claiming hers once more.

“Don’t be doin’ that again, mon.” He ordered, as he broke away, leaving her panting for air. A flush spread from her cheeks, down towards her breasts, causing him to groan in appreciation. He tore the robe off, causing her to gasp in surprise. He grinned, kneading her breasts and massaging the pink nipples. She bit her lip hard to stifle her moan, squeezing her eyes shut. He had a firm grip on her wrists, discouraging her to struggle.

“Please, stop.” She asked him, her voice shaking ever so slightly. He looked at her, but otherwise did not speak. Her eyes, watery but still defiant, stared back, and he frowned.

“No can do.” He said, and he kissed her again. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, flicking at her unresponsive one. He could feel the heat coming from her thong, so he knew she was getting aroused. After a moment, he felt the tongue start to respond, and he grinned inwardly. It was working.

He moved his free hand lower, slipping it into her ruby thong, and causing her to moan aloud. He gently rubbed her hairless slit, dipping a thick finger in ever so gently. She groaned loudly, and he started to nibble and lick her exposed neck. She ground against his hand, and he quickly pulled it from her pants. She gave a cry of loss as he did, but he quickly yanked the thong down.

Undoing his pants, he quickly pulled out his cock. It was at least ten inches of thick, fat meat, blue in color with a purple head. It twitched as Eve gasped, and the Troll laughed, licking her ear. Her eyes flared as she took in the size of the beast. It didn’t look like it’d fit in her petite body, but the Troll was gonna try anyway.

“That… that’s not going to fit!” She cried, trying to pull away. The Troll groaned in frustration, and locked her lips in another kiss, gently rubbing the cockhead against her swollen lips. She groaned a little as he bumped against her clit, her eyes squeezed shut and trying to block out the sight. Moist liquid started to coat the cockhead, lubricating it and allowing it to nudge open her vagina ever so slightly.

He groaned as he gently pushed against her, the tightness overwhelming even the top of his cock. The heat was nearly unbearable, as if he was trying to fuck a fire elemental. Regardless of the feelings, he was careful not to hurt her. He was raping her, yes, but it didn’t need to be violent. He gently nudged the head in, and with a pop it broke past the entrance. Her cry of pain was stifled by his mouth and tongue, allowing him to push further into her cunt. He groaned as the tightness nearly caused him to blow his load early, but he kept the cum in his balls by sheer willpower.

She sobbed as he thrust fully, his balls slapping against her thighs. He groaned, his eyes rolling back to say hello to his brain. ‘Gods, she’s tight.’ He thought. However, all rational thought was thrown out the window as she clenched her muscles, trying to force his cock out. It tightened even more, and incredibly his dick hadn’t fallen off yet. Since she had stopped fighting, he let her regain control of her hands. He held her thighs tight to support her.

“Oh.. God, it hurts.” She sobbed, clinging onto his shoulders. Tears starting to stain the cloth of his tabard, and he frowned. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, but it was too late. He mercifully let her get used to his size, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist. He tried to ignore the feeling of her cunt, but was failing miserably. “Please, pull it out..” She begged.

“I can’t, mon. You be too good.” He sighed, and she bit his neck to try and avert some of her senses. She didn’t draw blood, but it helped the pain lessen. After a few agonizingly slow minutes, she relaxed, and he took that as a hint. He gently pulled back, before thrusting back in. She cried out, but this time in pleasure. He grinned. ‘Maybe this time it won’t be so bad.’

“You be so tight, mon..” He moaned appreciatively, and he could feel the Blood Elf spasm. He could feel the cum in his balls boiling, yearning to break out and coat the insides of her cunt. However, he wouldn’t allow it just yet. He did have to please her, after all.

He started thrusting up, rubbing against the hidden pleasure spot inside of her. She cried out once more, this time clawing at his shoulders. He could feel welts starting to rise, but he couldn’t care less at the moment. He kept thrusting, his balls continually making flesh on flesh sounds.

The Blood Elf was in heaven. For half a year she hadn’t been able to have sex, and even if this was technically rape, she was enjoying it. She gasped each time his cockhead bumped against the end of her cunt, gently nudging at her cervix. She always thought it was erotic when they bottomed out. She looked down at the Troll, their eyes meeting, and she smiled seductively in between pants, moans, and gasps.

“You be enjoyin’ this, mon?” The Troll panted, his grip on her waist starting to tighten as his balls bit back at him for the blockage of his orgasm. He could see in her eyes that she was, but he wanted to hear it, anyway. His thrusts were becoming eratic, signalling he was close to the edge. He couldn’t last much longer.

“Oh god, yes!” Her words were slurred and started to flow together. She felt a tight coil in her belly, and knew she was close to releasing. She sobbed harder, her tears being mixed with the sweat and saliva on the Troll’s neck. “I’m going to… to…” With a long scream, she released around his cock. Her cunt spasmed, tightening and nearly cutting off the blood supply. She dug her nails into his back, curling her toes and twitching madly with the intensity of her orgasm.

“Fuck!” He cursed, as he thrust once more, before his cum rushed out of his cock and splattered against her womb. He thrust a few more times, as he was shoved off the cliff by the magnificent Elf. He grit his teeth, his hands tightening around her thighs as he finally came down from the orgasm.

However, the Blood Elf continued to cum, her body twitching madly. He could feel the intense heat against his softening cock, their copious juices mixing and creating a cocktail of cum. She panted, her tears continuing to flow as her body rippled with the massive pleasure. After several long minutes, she eventually stopped, panting and limp. If it wasn’t for the Troll, she would be sprawled on the ground by now. Well, she would probably have delivered her message and wouldn’t have had this fantastic fuck.

The Troll’s cock slid out of her cunt, slapping against his thigh as he sighed in bliss. Their cum dribbled out, wetting her thighs and covering cunt in the juices. It was an erotic sight, and if he wasn’t so spent, his cock would have a raging hard on again. He almost contemplated the thought, but he had things to do. He almost considered abandoning them, though. Almost.

“That was magnificent.” The mage forced out, still trying to catch her breath. She gently traced his muscles and scars with her fingers, letting the blissful afterglow wash over her. It was insanely calming, and she didn’t even care she had been technically raped. It was too good, and she definitely planned on pulling this Troll aside again. Maybe she had been to willing this time?

“It was. But next time, you need to be less willin’, mon!” The Troll chuckled as the Blood Elf playfully smacked his arm. She pretended to be offended, scowling at him, but that only made his balls tingle. He really loved it when she slapped that expression on her face.

“I tried, but I can never get enough of your cock. I only wish we were both near each other more often.” She sighed, and they quickly locked lips again. In all reality, they had known each other since they were both recruits. Every time they were coming back to civilization, they would meet and run over various scenarios. A popular one was rape.

The Troll chuckled, as he gently licked her jaw line. “I know.”

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The room was dark. Alura wasn’t able to make out much, except that she was in something of a cell. There was a tiny barred window, no bigger then her hand, but it didn’t provide any light. She was huddled up in the corner farthest from the cell door, shivering from the cold. They had removed her leathers and her weapons as she lay unconscious, and the frigid air seeping through the window was causing her body temperature to drop. If felt like she was in Winterspring.

What she did know, however, was that there was a rather menacing Undead guard outside of the cell, sitting on a gnarled chair underneath and staring intently at her. He didn’t move, blink, breath, nothing. It was as if he was a statue, with glowing eyes. She couldn’t smell him, but what she could smell was mildew and rot. The area was damp, indicating she was near water of some kind.

“Are you enjoying your stay?” The guard, previously still, asked. His voice was hoarse, but clear and only a little painful to the ears. His jaw was exposed, his teeth yellowing with age. He looked threatening, but he made no move to attack. Though she still didn’t trust him.

She didn’t answer, and he only chuckled. He turned away, set to his own devices. Alura didn’t know what she could do, so she slept. The veil of sleep came easily, as she was mentally exhausted.

Little did she know, she was going to have a bad day.