Blood Lost

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This chapter has F/Self-lovin' and M/M Necro

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~*~Blood Lost~*~



Chapter Three: The Forsakened Forsaken



Anna exhaustedly flopped on the inn bed. She stayed in the inn closest to the entrance of Silvermoon. It was the least busy of all the inns in the city. Anna had thought it was because people were still nervous about another scourge attack, and felt safer deeper in the city. She remembered though, even being farther in the city did not help her and Kirqut.



The female blood elf unlatched her armor which was only half latched on to begin with. She just put on the minimum she could and still be let into the city. She knew as soon as she got to bed it would come off again anyhow. After removing the plate while still laying down she tossed it lazily on the floor beside her bed. The movement caused the fabric of the bed sheets to twist against her still hard nipples perfectly to frustrate her. She let out an annoyed sigh, reminded of her unfinished business with Kirqut. Annabelle laid down with her back flat on the bed. Her sword hand wandered up to rub an exposed nipple. She then ran her hand down off the sensitive spot down the bottom of her breast resting it there a moment. It only took her a moment to decide if she wanted to put forth the effort to pleasure herself before going to sleep.



Anna ran her hands down the sides of her smooth skin before playing her right back on her chest. Her left strayed down her stomach to her feminine neathers. She didn't place any fingers in, but just rubbed her palm there a moment. She was a little bit chaffed from her actions with the undead less than half an hour ago. The elf was also still a bit wet from it. As she pinched her own nipple hard with her nails. She assumed the undead version she met of her lover would be a little rough with the claw like bones at the tips of his fingers. The blood elf pinched even harder on her other nipple and loved the feeling.



Desipte Kirqut's rejection of her she still knew in her mind that he would give in to her. She was counting on it. She had no problem with him now being Forsaken, but a little pratice of what to expect couldn't hurt. Anna imagined him over her. She already knew what a lot of his bare flesh looked like, but not his face. The thought of finally getting to see her lover's face caused her to rub her left hand against her lower sensative nub. She breathed heavily but then controlled herself enough to bring both hands up to have each on a nipple. She needed to take this a little slower. Her left hand was now moist with her own juices that she felt it as though Kirqut's mouth was there.



But what would his mouth look like? She imagined worse case scenario first. Perhaps he was one of those undeads with no jaw at all. Just a long lashing tongue. Anna imagined him slobbering all over her chest. It wasn't the most sexiest thought, but it still aroused her. That uncontrolled tongue would not be good for kissing and sucking, but she thought of a few other things it could be used for.



Before Annabelle moved a finger down her stomach she took in the facts that Kirqut did not sound like his jaw was missing. His words were clear, not garbled like a murloc. He was not missing his jaw. Her mind then went to the less worse scenerio. His whole mouth could be bare of flesh. As her hands lightly stroked her nipples she thought what it would feel like to kiss bare teeth. He would lack lips, still horrible for sucking. The thought of teeth biting down on her nipples brought a new excitement. Anna pinched her nipples really hard with her nails. Hard enough that it even broke skin on her right one.



The blood elf was amused by that thought. He would have no feeling in his mouth at all. She would have to tell him to bite harder or be softer. She like that idea very much. Kirqut giving her pleasure with his mouth would be harder though. Anna though, knew Kirqut was always up for a new challenge be it in battle or in bed. She ran her nails down her stomach.



Anna remembered his speech had been clear. There was not the sound of bare teeth clanking. He must have flesh on his lips. She smiled at that thought. Perhaps things wouldn't be too different. She imagined his mouth sucking just the right nub of her womanhood. She could feel his bare jaw between her thighs but she didn't care. Anna pressed two fingers in as deep as she could. She kept one hand rubbing her nipples. She turned almost all the way on her stomach. This allowed the blood elf to rub her sensitive nub while she crashed her fingers into herself. Her imagination skipped over the oral sex and went straight to the main course.



She would be on top of him. He would have both hands on her breasts as she pounded onto him. She wouldn't know where her hands were. Anna would be too busy with her own orgasm to notice. Kirqut would not mind though, he would be enjoying the folds of her live flesh around him. Anna rubbed her sensitive nub with her palm as hard as she could. The blood elf did her best to do that while diving two fingers as deep as she could into her moist opening.



"Kirqut..." breathed Anna. She collapsed on his cold hearbeatless chest. The blood elf slowly drew her fingers out of herself. He was not really under her, but the cool pillows would do for now. She vainly put her own juices to her lips and licked them off. It only took her a moment to fall asleep.



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As the two undeads came into their inn room Xaq crossed his arms angrily. Ironically they were staying in the Murder Alley that Anna had mentioned was her husband's favorite place. Kirqut sat on the bed and took off his traveling bags. He purposely ignored Xaq's boy language in hopes of avoiding what the conversation it would lead them to having. The undead rogue however was to upset to be silenced.



"WHO IS SHE?!?!" Xaq yelled at the warlock. His bracers throbbed with a glow as he yelled. They were obviously reacting with his anger. While Xaq had a pretty much unrotted face, his teeth could be seen grinding in the bit of the skin he did have missing on his jaw. If the undead rogue never grind his back teeth he would have a perfect face.



"Why does it matter? She'll be gone in a day," grumbled Kirqut. Xaq just glared at him for more information Kirqut grumbled at the stare. "She's some crazy blood elf paladin thats all I know. She thinks I'm her husband."



Xaq had already knew some of this information from Kirqut's letter. Kirqut had not mentioned the "husband" bit however.The rogue had been jealous in the past when Kiqurt would flirt with inn keepers and his succubus. However, this was different to Xaq. Kirqut and Xaq had never officially called each other boyfriends or even verbally said an "I love you." It was general unspoken knowledge that they were "together." However, it was alright to see other people. Despite this though, Xaq never strayed with another. Though he held back when Kirqut gave attention to others, this live blood elf was different. This live blood elf felt like a threat. The rogue had a possessiveness spark inside of him because of it. The upset undead's deep purple bracers glowed at his anger. He felt like he had to verbally voice his claim on the warlock. He did not care if the conversation made Kirqut uneasy.



"We are more than just fuck buddies," said Xaq lowly with his arms still crossed. Kirqut could not ignore the fact his manhood was still up from his encounter with Anna. He paused a moment looking at how Xaq's leather shirt gripped onto him while his arms were crossed. It took the warlock a moment to realize it was his turn to speak.



"By the Fel Xaq, I am not in the mood for this discussion now," replied Kirqut with a grunt. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. It was something he would do when he knew a long talk was going to take place.



"To bad, we're talking about this now!" Xaq retorted sharply. He gave Kirqut a glare that could kill. Kirqut sighed. He was not annoyed at Xaq's request, but annoyed at the timing. The warlock removed his mouth cover to reveled his lack of nose and flesh covered lips. His chin was bare boned. Kirqut looked his rogue straight in the eye.



"I always come home to you," said Kirqut as lovingly as a hoarse voiced undead could. "This woman is nothing to me. I just want her to know I'm not who she thinks. I don't want her to follow me around to the ends of Azeroth."



Xaq muttered something to himself while thinking of a retort to the argument. He wanted to tell Kirqut not to see the girl anymore, but he couldn't. The warlock was his own person and he couldn't be told what to do so directly. Kirqut stood and walked over to Xaq. The warlock placed his arms around the smaller rogue. Xaq kept his arms crossed and didn't return the hug. His body failed him though as Kirqut still noticed his rogue relaxed to this touch.



"Do I need to demonstrate that I will always come home to you?" Kirqut whispered in his lover's ear. Xaq relaxed more, but he still had his angered face. If he had been a plain live human it would have dissolved down to a pout. He did not hug Kirqut, but rested his hands on the warlocks mid upper arms.



Kirqut backed out of the hug just enough to kiss his rogue lightly. Xaq kissed back stronger. Kirqut undid the rogue's belt as Xaq kissed down his neck. Xaq opened Kir's robe to kiss down his shoulder. The rogue then licked across the warlocks literally exposed collarbone. Kirqut grabbed Xaq's rear tightly to grinding up against him. Xaq let out a muffled grunt.



"Stupid warlock, get on the bed," rumbled Xaq. Kirqut gave a crooked smile and sat down on the bed. The top of his robe was fully loose, with just his belt keeping it in place. Xaq took off his tight rogue leathers. When it came to getting out of rogue gear it was better for him to do it himself than have Kirqut undress him.



"I should be fucking pissed at you still," said Xaq as he walked up to where Kir was sitting. Kir stayed sitting on the bed and let Xaq stand between his stretched out legs. Xaq leaned down so the warlock could kiss him. Kirqut's tongue traced into the rotted groves of Xaq's cheek. The warlock would sometimes kiss him like this. It was an instant turn on for Xaq. Most undeads that had tried at physical comfort fell back on human behavior. Rotted areas were ignored and avoided. Xaq and Kirqut on the other hand made it their own style. The warlock then kissed his rogue on the lips. There tongue's lashed around each other. Through Kir's bare jaw their tongue play could be seen. Kirqut pulled out of the kiss despite Xaq trying not to let him do so. When the warlock pulled back the rogue followed to give him a light kiss.



"I'd rather like you just fucking instead," smirked Kirqut as he licked one of Xaq's dark green nipples. Kirqut liked seeing his rogue in the nude, with nothing but his runed bracers. Unlike the warlock, Xaq was in much better "condition." Kirqut was sure on a foggy night in Goldshire the humans could not tell Xaq was undead. Not until it was too late. What he liked most was Xaq did not even have any exposed bones on his rear. Xaq's spine was not exposed like Kirqut's as well. Kirqut pulled Xaq close again, this time more forcefully to get him on the bed. With the rogue laid on top of him he went back to sucking Xaq's nipples. Xaq let out a breath as Kirqut's fingers move lower down his rear.



The rogue ran his hands down Kirqut's exposed ribs. His warlock lover had more ribs showing than he did, but the rogue did not mind this at all. His mind loved Kirqut's rot. Specially since he knew not many saw the warlocks rotted face. Xaq liked to think he was the only one who Kirqut was comfortable with seeing it.



Xaq knew there wasn't much that could be done. Since him and Kirqut had fun the night before, it would be a few days before either of them would be able to get their throbbing need up again. Kirqut was always willing to give some fingerplay between those days. Xaq didn't mind it at all. Kirqut always did keep his hands in good condition. Though his finger tips did have bone claws, his knuckles and wrists seemed to be in perfect condition. Kirqut rolled the both of them on their side before pressing a finger into Xaq. The warlock felt like starting out gentle today and just cruised his finger around the edge of the opening.



Kirqut ignored his arousal left by Anna and focused just on Xaq's pleasure. He let a dry finger make his rogue moan for a moment before pulling it out. He brought his hand to Xaq's mouth. The rogue knew what he needed to do and made sure to wet Kirqut's three main fingers. Since Xaq had an almost perfect jaw line he had much more moisture trapped inside than Kirqut did.



Kirqut then placed his now wet pointer finger up Xaq's rear. He was still gentle though. Their most gentle sex was usually after they had a fight. Kirqut was about to look back on times they were more rough but he had to focus at the task at hand. The warlock touched his bone claw exactly on the spot that always pleased Xaq. It was probably just a spot filled with more working blood vessels, but Kirqut thought of it as his rogue's secret "G" spot. Xaq moaned again at the warlock's slow caressing of his tender spots.



"Not fair. You're not even undressed yet," Xaq grumbled back a moan. Kirqut chuckled but did nothing to unclothe himself more. Xaq let out an annoyed grunt and pushed his body up against Kirqut's. Before the rogue could lick at his lover's chest he felt Kirqut's erection against him. Xaq knew that was not supposed to be there.



"What the hell!" growled Xaq as he pulled away, "You're not supposed to be up already!"



"Look...don't overreact," sighed Kirqut, he wanted to just do fingering for that reason. With Xaq pulling back he had to release his finger from him.



"She did that do you, didn't she? I don't want you near me!" growled Xaq. His dark purple bracers had lines of light purple glow with his anger. Xaq noticed the bracers reaction. " Does this look like just overreacting?!?" he yelled showing the glowing bracers.



"Xaq," Kirqut started to form words with his bare jaw but his lover interrupted him.



"YOU HAVE TO GET RID OF HER, OR I'LL LEAVE YOU!" growled Xaq like a wild animal. Anyone in a room near theirs would clearly hear the Forsaken's yelling.



"You can't leave me," growled Kirqut back, annoyed by Xaq's drama. The rogue just glared at him more. "I'll be done with her tomorrow."



"You better be! FUCKING BLOOD ELVES! She must have some real backstabbing reason to be fooling with you!" replied Xaq angered. "Find out what she really wants from you and be done with her!"



"But... since I'm aroused anyhow... why not put it to good use?" offered Kirqut. He leaned in closer to Xaq. The warlock's breath teased his rogue's neck. The unwilling rogue stumbled out of bed not wanting any of it..



"No! Keep anything she's done to you away from me!" said Xaq angered again. "Be finished with her and then we'll talk."



Kirqut muttered and got out of bed. He fixed his robe and grabbed his bags to go out the door. He didn't look at Xaq's face as he left. Now he had to find that annoying blood elf. Kirqut felt he did deserve this. He had been partly lying to Xaq. This girl did not mean nothing to him. He had been drawn to her in a way he could not explain. He hoped it was just because he was getting attention from live flesh and nothing more. He would retrace his steps through the city till he found her. The warlock would find out why this woman was harassing him. By force if needed. Not only could he not handle his emotions being played with, but the sexual denial was annoying. Before Kirqut would go find Annabelle he would get off some anger by shooting down some lowly undead. He would be yelling curses with every blast.



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A blood elf guard heard a strange sound from the death scar. He passed off the noise of some Plaguebone Pillager. He had no clue it was the sound of the moments most sexually frustrated undead in all the Forsaken.