Shining star
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,099
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own World of Warcraft nor do I make any money from it or my writings.
His side
Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft nor do I make any money from it or my writings.
It so helps to paste in the whole chapter...my apologies to any that read the half assed version
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The messenger dropped the small scroll on his desk and left, not waiting for acknowledgement or even any form of token payment. This meant it could only be from one person...the one he'd hired to watch over his charge. He picked it up, unrolling it and smiled to himself as he read.
"Laetheris, by the time this missive reaches you Quinna is off on her own. I know you hired me to stay with her, aid her in her tasks in Outland but she's stubborn and wanting to go places I just can't see myself yet. That warrior has stayed well clear and in all the time I've spent with her she's barely given any male a second glance. The sword she's using is a truly epic piece, she wouldn't say where she got it but that it was a gift. Her skills at cooking and her chosen hobby of jewelcrafting are both progressing well. All in all I think I have more than fulfilled the terms of our agreement and so don't expect to hear from you other than for my usual services. I'm not a bodyguard and while the gold was handy it isn't my style. Thanking you, Valeria"
Laetheris sighed and shook his head, he'd figured the rogue would do something like this eventually but he had hoped she would stick a bit longer. Now he had no contact with the young elf he'd been asked to mentor and would have to resort to direct meeting. Something he'd avoided since seeing her at the trainers. He had planned to just observe her, send her suggestions, stay as aloof as he could. Being assigned as her mentor wasn't something he'd anticipated doing...not like he really had any plans anyway. At least not at first. Now though he had plans, real plans and these were in danger of being upturned by the changes made without his forethought. He took up a blank piece of parchment and a quill and started to write, pausing as a memory floated back to the fore.
He'd been asked by the trainer in Silvermoon to mentor an up and coming paladin and so he went to see her, decide on what might be the best way to assist her in her rise thru the ranks. As he arrived he stopped and watched her practicing with her sword and shield. He frowned at that he'd been told she was training in retribution not protection. Why was she being allowed to use that? He shook his head then, making a note to acquire a better weapon for her...as a gift for graduation to the next level of training. She was so focused on her practice that she didn't notice him standing there and he backed up and out the door, telling himself he would introduce himself to her later.
On his way home he stopped at the auction house....several long minutes of searching failed to find the right item for her. Fate would show him the right piece at the right time. He smiled and continued on his way, his thoughts filled with her image. How she moved, graceful and almost elegant as she struck the target. How her armor covered parts and left a little open here and there as a tease. Her sweat beading on her forehead and trickling down her neck...she must have been there for hours. And her trainer had said she was the only one there. Dedication he thought, dedication and maybe obsession. He turned and headed back towards Farstrider Square at a faster pace, he would introduce himself to her. As he reached the building he could hear the trainer telling her goodnight. She was here alone? Then he heard the bathing room door close and knew where she would be.
Hesitating a moment then stepping forward, his feet knew the way but his mind was screaming at him to stop. Within him several sides began to emerge. One wanting to see her, speak with her. One telling him no, she was too young too fragile. Another telling him to follow his desire. He pushed the door open silently, the faint sounds of her bathing reaching him from there and he let the door slide closed carefully. Not wanting to alert her just yet he made his way deeper into the clean up area. Soft noises, a gasp...made him step forward only to see her as the mist parted for him.
Naked, reclined in the water, her fingers exploring between her parted legs. He stood transfixed as she worked herself to her peak, nipples hard and breasts upthrust. Her eyes tightly closed and her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her body shook from the pleasure she'd worked herself up to. As she sagged a little he carefully moved back towards the door, not needing her to know he was there now. No now would be a bad time to introduce himself.
Specially with his cock rock hard and aching for attention.
That night he woke from a dream that had him sweating slightly...as he reached down into his pants and began stroking himself, flesh under his fingertips already hardened.
It so helps to paste in the whole chapter...my apologies to any that read the half assed version
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The messenger dropped the small scroll on his desk and left, not waiting for acknowledgement or even any form of token payment. This meant it could only be from one person...the one he'd hired to watch over his charge. He picked it up, unrolling it and smiled to himself as he read.
"Laetheris, by the time this missive reaches you Quinna is off on her own. I know you hired me to stay with her, aid her in her tasks in Outland but she's stubborn and wanting to go places I just can't see myself yet. That warrior has stayed well clear and in all the time I've spent with her she's barely given any male a second glance. The sword she's using is a truly epic piece, she wouldn't say where she got it but that it was a gift. Her skills at cooking and her chosen hobby of jewelcrafting are both progressing well. All in all I think I have more than fulfilled the terms of our agreement and so don't expect to hear from you other than for my usual services. I'm not a bodyguard and while the gold was handy it isn't my style. Thanking you, Valeria"
Laetheris sighed and shook his head, he'd figured the rogue would do something like this eventually but he had hoped she would stick a bit longer. Now he had no contact with the young elf he'd been asked to mentor and would have to resort to direct meeting. Something he'd avoided since seeing her at the trainers. He had planned to just observe her, send her suggestions, stay as aloof as he could. Being assigned as her mentor wasn't something he'd anticipated doing...not like he really had any plans anyway. At least not at first. Now though he had plans, real plans and these were in danger of being upturned by the changes made without his forethought. He took up a blank piece of parchment and a quill and started to write, pausing as a memory floated back to the fore.
He'd been asked by the trainer in Silvermoon to mentor an up and coming paladin and so he went to see her, decide on what might be the best way to assist her in her rise thru the ranks. As he arrived he stopped and watched her practicing with her sword and shield. He frowned at that he'd been told she was training in retribution not protection. Why was she being allowed to use that? He shook his head then, making a note to acquire a better weapon for her...as a gift for graduation to the next level of training. She was so focused on her practice that she didn't notice him standing there and he backed up and out the door, telling himself he would introduce himself to her later.
On his way home he stopped at the auction house....several long minutes of searching failed to find the right item for her. Fate would show him the right piece at the right time. He smiled and continued on his way, his thoughts filled with her image. How she moved, graceful and almost elegant as she struck the target. How her armor covered parts and left a little open here and there as a tease. Her sweat beading on her forehead and trickling down her neck...she must have been there for hours. And her trainer had said she was the only one there. Dedication he thought, dedication and maybe obsession. He turned and headed back towards Farstrider Square at a faster pace, he would introduce himself to her. As he reached the building he could hear the trainer telling her goodnight. She was here alone? Then he heard the bathing room door close and knew where she would be.
Hesitating a moment then stepping forward, his feet knew the way but his mind was screaming at him to stop. Within him several sides began to emerge. One wanting to see her, speak with her. One telling him no, she was too young too fragile. Another telling him to follow his desire. He pushed the door open silently, the faint sounds of her bathing reaching him from there and he let the door slide closed carefully. Not wanting to alert her just yet he made his way deeper into the clean up area. Soft noises, a gasp...made him step forward only to see her as the mist parted for him.
Naked, reclined in the water, her fingers exploring between her parted legs. He stood transfixed as she worked herself to her peak, nipples hard and breasts upthrust. Her eyes tightly closed and her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her body shook from the pleasure she'd worked herself up to. As she sagged a little he carefully moved back towards the door, not needing her to know he was there now. No now would be a bad time to introduce himself.
Specially with his cock rock hard and aching for attention.
That night he woke from a dream that had him sweating slightly...as he reached down into his pants and began stroking himself, flesh under his fingertips already hardened.