Northwest By Southshore

Author's Note: Well, I feel rather ashamed of myself. According to my computer file, I started writing this over a year ago and only just now have finished it. Because of the depth of my shame, I'm even forgoing my usual week long editing process. Anyway, hope you enjoy! Assuming I continue writing, the story will jump back and forth from the present to the past until the two catch up with each other.

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Chapter 2: Sprin and Alketh



Alketh Skyborn and Sprin had practically grown up as siblings. While Sprin’s father, Alketh’s cousin and a notable dignitary from the Court of the Sun, believed strongly in maintaining a solid presence in Sprin’s upbringing, Alketh’s widowed mother, by contrast, was hardly ever around. As such, Alketh had his own chambers in the lavish Daywatcher home and frequently traveled with Sprin and her father when they left on business.



Even with as much time as An’Toran Daywatcher set aside for his daughter, he was a busy man and the children were often left alone to their own devices. As children, they played highly questionable games of “doctor” and as pre-pubescents, Sprin gave Alketh his first hand job. After that, sexual exploration between the two became commonplace. Living in such close proximity to each other, they were convenient and willing partners in the growing sexual curiosity of puberty. Even after first Alketh and then Sprin began the complicated elven games of courtship with classmates at school, they never quite got out of the habit of frequent heavy petting and intense making out. If either of their parents ever guessed the nature of the relationship between the two youths, they never let on.



Alketh and Sprin were each other’s first in nearly everything sexual except actual intercourse, and Alketh never quite forgave Sprin for losing her virginity to someone other than him, especially since she lost it before he did. Her first time was with one of her teachers, a handsome older elf who taught her things about her body that she would never have guessed. She didn’t love the man and knew he didn’t love her, but she did love the sex. She was never exactly sure how it happened that first time – one moment she was in his private chambers for some extra help with alchemy, the next she was bent over his desk naked with his cock buried deep inside her from behind. She did know that when Alketh found out she was sleeping with the magister, they had a furious fight over it.



Sprin left on business to Ogrimmar with her father the next day while Alketh stayed home. Still fuming over her argument with her cousin and now bereft of the sex she’d become used to, she’d gone out by herself to the nearest inn, where they didn’t care if she was quite old enough to be getting drunk. Fucked hard up against a wall in a deserted alley by an inexperienced but enthusiastic young orc guard, she’d learned about passion and unbridled lust. She could hardly walk the next morning and she’d had dreadful bruises for a week that she had to take great pains to hide from her father, but she’d relished every throb and ache on her body.



When she returned home, she and Alketh stalked around ignoring each other for two days until he let himself into her room one night after she’d gone to bed. She hadn’t bothered to pretend she was asleep. She’d even spoken first.



“I fucked an orc,” she’d said, a challenge. “His cock was bigger than yours.”



“Slut,” he’d returned matter of factly, green eyes glowing even brighter than usual as he began to slowly unbutton his shirt. “I fucked Elanna Emberose. All week. She’s got bigger tits that you.”



“I don’t even know who the hell that is.”



“You met her at my mother’s last year.”



“Poor thing. Hope you kept her better satisfied than you kept me.”



“I never heard any complaints, not from Elanna and not from you.”



Sprin leaned against her pillows, chin lifted in defiance, her long blonde hair spilling over her pale shoulders. She said nothing when Alketh dropped over her on all fours, said nothing when his fingers dragged up her thigh and under the shimmering, clinging shift she wore.



“Slut,” he whispered, his long middle finger tracing her opening. “No panties and you’re wet just from the idea of fucking.”



“I’m remembering how hard that orc fucked me.”



“I hope he did you dirty. I hope he made you cry.” He leaned back and deliberately undid his belt.



“Did Elanna Emberose cry? Stupid little ninny. And her father was so hoping she’d become a priestess. Did she weep for her lost innocence when you deflowered her?” Sprin spread her thighs wide, reaching down to carelessly stroke herself.



“She did cry. She told me no man had ever touched her before, that she had never felt the way I made her feel.” Alketh did a last shimmy to rid himself of his trousers and leaned forward, his stiffened cock aiming for her wet, open hole.



“I’m sure her father got there before you did, no matter what she told you.”



“You are such a perv.” He flexed his hips forward experimentally, pressing just his tip into her and making her hiss. “Did that orc make you come?”



“Like you have no idea – Ah!” At that, he had slammed himself full-hilt into her before lifting out once more.



“You’re going to let some horny old magister make you come –” he punched into her once more “– and you’re going to let a filthy orc bastard make you come –” and then yet again. “– and you’re going to make yourself come when you think no one’s around –” He stopped with a faint gasp after that thrust and held himself very still, eyes squeezed shut. After a long moment, he opened them again and fixed her with a peculiar look of determination that made her squirm. “Then you can damn well have me make you come.”



Sprin arched up and dug her nails into the backs of his shoulders. “Shut up and do something about it,” she ordered, eyes blazing, and that was all it took.



They were both looking for a fight that night. The sex was devoid of the expected moans of pleasure and cries of encouragement. Instead, she’d delivered every insult to his manhood that she could think of while he continued to call her filthy names. He’d acted out his darkest fantasies and she had let him, but for as much anger and contempt as they had exacted on each other, when the deed was done, they’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms.



After that night, the tension between them lifted and they’d gone back to their old relationship. They still continued to have periodic sexual encounters with each other while living out their own lives and relationships. Sprin began to study magic and alchemy seriously. Alketh concentrated on honing his skills with a sword, following his mother’s wishes for him to take up the holy armor of a paladin.



Life was good. Sprin was content. Then came the formal state dinner to which Alketh brought a raven-haired slip of a girl who did dubious odd jobs for a living under the title of “rogue”; the dinner where he suddenly stood up and announced to all present that he was going on the road the next morning to live the life of an adventurer for hire. Other things had happened that night. Alketh’s mother Solinira had put on an impressive display of histrionics, Sprin’s father had attempted to give him a father figure talking to about throwing away his life, Alketh’s girl rogue had knowingly remarked how other people just didn’t understand him, and Sprin may or may not have slapped the bitch across her smirking, pointy little face before storming off in humiliation.



In the morning, though, Alketh and the girl rogue left Silvermoon together, smug and confident with the excitement of the new life they were going to live. Sprin didn’t see them off. She stayed in her room, silently obsessing over the hurt and bewilderment of her only real friend leaving without ever mentioning it to her, and aching over a loss she’d never expected to experience.