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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,819
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own World of Warcraft nor have I made any money from the writing of this fanfiction.
Annoyed
The troll flinched when the sheet was yanked from his nude body. The cool air assaulted his heated skin. Groaning, he rolled to his side to escape the bright sunlight that peeked through his window.
“Vol’jin, get your naked ass out of that bed this instant!” A shrill voice pierced his sleepy haze. A masculine chuckle followed the voice, causing the troll to sit upright in his bed.
“Ya know bettah then ta-” He paused, seeming to realize that he sat stark naked, and hastily covered himself with a pillow. “Damn it ya she-elf! He glowered at her, then at her husband in the doorway. “Ya need ta put a leesh on her, boy.” He commented to his long time friend Hyan. The elf chuckled and dragged his wife from the room, leaving the troll whatever dignity he had left.
Vol’jin emerged fifteen minutes later, freshly shaved, showered and dressed. Caryn made a comment about his tattered, low sitting jeans but he ignored it. Hyan passed the troll a cup of tea as Caryn browsed over the signed contracts. A knock from the front door startled the guests. The sound of the door opening and closing echoed in the empty halls. The three looked up from the kitchen to see Vol’jin’s mother enter the room with a basket of fresh produce.
The troll politely greeted his mother, brushing his cheek against hers. Ti was a common troll greeting of affection as many male’s tusks prevent the ability to kiss. He then helped put away the groceries. “Mama, I don’ see why ya still do dis. I be fifty seven years old.”
“That don’ mattah, I still be ya mama, and you still be my baby.” Hyan chuckled at the defeated look on Vol’jin’s face.
“How are you Mrs. Longtusk?” greeted the elf kindly. She beamed at him and pulled him into a hug.
“’Ello mon, how ya doin?”
“Great, Caryn and I are here to pick up your son to take him to Vale City for his interview.” The blood elf poured on the charm.
“Does he now,” she wheeled around to face her son. “An’ why ya no’ be telling ya mama ‘bout dis?”
“Cause I jus’ found out las’ night, Mama.” He replied with a chuckle.
“Well ya bes’ be careful ya ungrateful child,” she said with a sniff. Nahney hugged her son affectionately and whisked out the door.
“Are you packed Vol?” Caryn asked, stuffing the contract into her briefcase. He shook his head. “By the gods troll, you are just like all males that wait for the last minute.” She growled as she marched off into his bedroom to ready a duffel bag.
After giving her husband a long kiss, both Caryn and Vol’jin boarded the plane and took their seats. The first class level had large porthole windows that allowed the bright morning light in. The seats were wide and made of leather. Vol’jin reclined in his seat and tuned out the flight attendant as she moved through the emergency procedures. He hated flying.
He woke several hours later when Caryn poked his side. He groaned and blinked blearily at her. “We’re here Vol, come on.” The troll stood and gathered their bags and followed her from the plane. His eyes narrowed when they stepped out into the bright, humid sun of Grom’gol air port. As a former military base, the plot of land expanded into a full sized international airport. As they moved to the pick up area, a human stood by a black company car with the sign in Common, bearing the name;
Vol’jin Longtusk
The troll obediently followed Caryn as she approached the human and introduced herself and the troll. The chauffeur stowed their bags in the trunk, and helped them into the comfortable leather seats of the luxury vehicle. Vol’jin, as tall as he was; had to lean forward on his knees to keep his head from hitting the roof. The ride to the hotel was brief as Vale city bordered the airport. When the car finally rolled to a stop outside their large hotel, Vol’jin stepped out of the car gratefully and helped Caryn out.
The two stepped up to the two large glass doors there a man stood holding it open. Bellhops took their luggage and lead the way. Vol’jin had to stop in the door way to wait for traffic to continue moving. Suddenly an agitated, velvety feminine voice sounded from behind him.
“Excuse me! I need to get past!” she said impatiently. The troll glanced over his shoulder and scowled down at the annoyed Night Elf female. Caryn had already disappeared into the hotel.
“Sorreh, I did’na realized dis is da door for da bitch express.” He snarked at her. He calmly moved aside to allow the petulant elf by. But did she go? No, she apparently had something to say. He watched the color flush her face from behind stylish sunglasses.
“Who the hell do you think you are, troll!” She seethed in disgust. She glared at him as hard as she could, but did not make much ground with the sunglasses. His sheer size made it difficult to be intimidating. He grinned. GRINNED! She scowled blackly at him and thought twice about spitting in his face.
She became alarmed when he moved forward suddenly she tried to back away. He crowded her personal space all too quickly and easily. She flushed beneath her ashen violet skin when he leaned forward, brushing his long, thick right tusk over her right cheek. She gasped when he deeply inhaled her scent; then rumbled something off in Amani.
“Wonderful, I see you have met!” Came a sultry voice from the lobby of the hotel. The two snapped their attention to the speaker. Caryn had her hand tucked into the arm of a stylishly dressed young Night Elf. He had short cropped green hair that stood vibrantly against his ashen blue skin.
He held out a hand and smiled charmingly, “Your must be the famous Vol’jin, by Elune you are handsome!” The troll shuddered at the homosexual and stared at his hand. The elf moved his golden eyes to the woman next to the troll. “Starla darling, it has been too long.” The woman moved away from the troll as if fire licked at her heels. The two performed the air kiss and commenced speech in rapid Darnassian.
When Caryn giggled, Vol’jin growled. “What da hell is goin on?”
“Oh I just love your temper Vol. I bet you are just dominating in bed aren’t you?” The elf cooed lasciviously.
“Ya nevah goin ta find out elf.” He replied flatly. “I don’ do males.” The others giggled at the troll’s surly attitude.
“Oh damn. Too bad honey. My name is Gideon Nightwing. I am the CEO and Chief Editor of Playmate Magazine. I will be conducting the photo shoot and interview. Meet you fellow Interviewee, Starla Clearwater.” At the troll’s disgruntled snort, he continued, “If you follow me, I will show you all to your rooms!” Leading the way, Gideon spoke quietly to both Caryn and Starla as they clutched his arms. The troll followed lividly behind.
Just a note: This is not the Vol’jin you all know and love. This story takes place fifty years after the WoW we all know. I cannot reveal much more because it will spoil the plot. Everything will come together soon! Thanks for reading, and please let me know your thoughts! Constructive criticism is welcome.
“Vol’jin, get your naked ass out of that bed this instant!” A shrill voice pierced his sleepy haze. A masculine chuckle followed the voice, causing the troll to sit upright in his bed.
“Ya know bettah then ta-” He paused, seeming to realize that he sat stark naked, and hastily covered himself with a pillow. “Damn it ya she-elf! He glowered at her, then at her husband in the doorway. “Ya need ta put a leesh on her, boy.” He commented to his long time friend Hyan. The elf chuckled and dragged his wife from the room, leaving the troll whatever dignity he had left.
Vol’jin emerged fifteen minutes later, freshly shaved, showered and dressed. Caryn made a comment about his tattered, low sitting jeans but he ignored it. Hyan passed the troll a cup of tea as Caryn browsed over the signed contracts. A knock from the front door startled the guests. The sound of the door opening and closing echoed in the empty halls. The three looked up from the kitchen to see Vol’jin’s mother enter the room with a basket of fresh produce.
The troll politely greeted his mother, brushing his cheek against hers. Ti was a common troll greeting of affection as many male’s tusks prevent the ability to kiss. He then helped put away the groceries. “Mama, I don’ see why ya still do dis. I be fifty seven years old.”
“That don’ mattah, I still be ya mama, and you still be my baby.” Hyan chuckled at the defeated look on Vol’jin’s face.
“How are you Mrs. Longtusk?” greeted the elf kindly. She beamed at him and pulled him into a hug.
“’Ello mon, how ya doin?”
“Great, Caryn and I are here to pick up your son to take him to Vale City for his interview.” The blood elf poured on the charm.
“Does he now,” she wheeled around to face her son. “An’ why ya no’ be telling ya mama ‘bout dis?”
“Cause I jus’ found out las’ night, Mama.” He replied with a chuckle.
“Well ya bes’ be careful ya ungrateful child,” she said with a sniff. Nahney hugged her son affectionately and whisked out the door.
“Are you packed Vol?” Caryn asked, stuffing the contract into her briefcase. He shook his head. “By the gods troll, you are just like all males that wait for the last minute.” She growled as she marched off into his bedroom to ready a duffel bag.
After giving her husband a long kiss, both Caryn and Vol’jin boarded the plane and took their seats. The first class level had large porthole windows that allowed the bright morning light in. The seats were wide and made of leather. Vol’jin reclined in his seat and tuned out the flight attendant as she moved through the emergency procedures. He hated flying.
He woke several hours later when Caryn poked his side. He groaned and blinked blearily at her. “We’re here Vol, come on.” The troll stood and gathered their bags and followed her from the plane. His eyes narrowed when they stepped out into the bright, humid sun of Grom’gol air port. As a former military base, the plot of land expanded into a full sized international airport. As they moved to the pick up area, a human stood by a black company car with the sign in Common, bearing the name;
The troll obediently followed Caryn as she approached the human and introduced herself and the troll. The chauffeur stowed their bags in the trunk, and helped them into the comfortable leather seats of the luxury vehicle. Vol’jin, as tall as he was; had to lean forward on his knees to keep his head from hitting the roof. The ride to the hotel was brief as Vale city bordered the airport. When the car finally rolled to a stop outside their large hotel, Vol’jin stepped out of the car gratefully and helped Caryn out.
The two stepped up to the two large glass doors there a man stood holding it open. Bellhops took their luggage and lead the way. Vol’jin had to stop in the door way to wait for traffic to continue moving. Suddenly an agitated, velvety feminine voice sounded from behind him.
“Excuse me! I need to get past!” she said impatiently. The troll glanced over his shoulder and scowled down at the annoyed Night Elf female. Caryn had already disappeared into the hotel.
“Sorreh, I did’na realized dis is da door for da bitch express.” He snarked at her. He calmly moved aside to allow the petulant elf by. But did she go? No, she apparently had something to say. He watched the color flush her face from behind stylish sunglasses.
“Who the hell do you think you are, troll!” She seethed in disgust. She glared at him as hard as she could, but did not make much ground with the sunglasses. His sheer size made it difficult to be intimidating. He grinned. GRINNED! She scowled blackly at him and thought twice about spitting in his face.
She became alarmed when he moved forward suddenly she tried to back away. He crowded her personal space all too quickly and easily. She flushed beneath her ashen violet skin when he leaned forward, brushing his long, thick right tusk over her right cheek. She gasped when he deeply inhaled her scent; then rumbled something off in Amani.
“Wonderful, I see you have met!” Came a sultry voice from the lobby of the hotel. The two snapped their attention to the speaker. Caryn had her hand tucked into the arm of a stylishly dressed young Night Elf. He had short cropped green hair that stood vibrantly against his ashen blue skin.
He held out a hand and smiled charmingly, “Your must be the famous Vol’jin, by Elune you are handsome!” The troll shuddered at the homosexual and stared at his hand. The elf moved his golden eyes to the woman next to the troll. “Starla darling, it has been too long.” The woman moved away from the troll as if fire licked at her heels. The two performed the air kiss and commenced speech in rapid Darnassian.
When Caryn giggled, Vol’jin growled. “What da hell is goin on?”
“Oh I just love your temper Vol. I bet you are just dominating in bed aren’t you?” The elf cooed lasciviously.
“Ya nevah goin ta find out elf.” He replied flatly. “I don’ do males.” The others giggled at the troll’s surly attitude.
“Oh damn. Too bad honey. My name is Gideon Nightwing. I am the CEO and Chief Editor of Playmate Magazine. I will be conducting the photo shoot and interview. Meet you fellow Interviewee, Starla Clearwater.” At the troll’s disgruntled snort, he continued, “If you follow me, I will show you all to your rooms!” Leading the way, Gideon spoke quietly to both Caryn and Starla as they clutched his arms. The troll followed lividly behind.
Just a note: This is not the Vol’jin you all know and love. This story takes place fifty years after the WoW we all know. I cannot reveal much more because it will spoil the plot. Everything will come together soon! Thanks for reading, and please let me know your thoughts! Constructive criticism is welcome.