Empezar

Looks like I'm back after a long, long hiatus. School has started and I just finished a motherload of an essay, but I finally found the will to write the third chapter. I've finally gotten past writer's block, and I hope to put out another chapter sometime soon. World of Warcraft is really, really time-consuming. Sorry to anyone that's been waiting, and yes, this one is poorly written because I'm out of practice.

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The dry heat of the Durotar sun seemed to grasp the skin, lighting the body with an intense heat. Alura couldn’t believe that such heat could exist in the same place as the intense cold from her first night in the cell. She lay weakly against the stone wall, her body slick with sweat. Her mouth slack, and her eyes shut tightly to preserve the moisture. It was as if she was bathing in the pits of the Blackrock Depths. The day was incredibly long, drawn out by the year-long summer. With nothing to do, the elf was just counting the seconds until she died, and she didn’t think it would be long.

But she was wrong. Her life wouldn’t end, yet.

The clank and rattle of the large lock on the cell door broke the buzzing silence, but Alura was too weak to regard it. The door swung outward, allowing the terrible smell of decay, rot, and body odour, out into the halls of the prison. The guard from the night before strode inside, his body movements stiff and laboured. He looked at the shrunken form of the elf, and couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She may be leaving one terrible existence behind, but she was about to enter another. But who knew? She might learn to enjoy it.

“Alright, elf. You’ve been spared the guillotine, but you aren’t free. You’re just lucky Thrall fought so hard for your life.” The guard rasped out, before limping over to her and gently lifting her head. His bony fingers were surprisingly cool against her heated skin. He opened her lips with the rim of the bowl he held in his free hand, before tipping the icy water down her throat. The liquid was more then welcome, and the elf followed the bowl weakly as it was taken away.

“That’s all I have here, but you won’t need to worry about getting more.” The guard almost smiled, before wiping the expression from his face. “Your escort will be here shortly.” With that, he left, closing the cell door behind him. Alura weakly watched the door for a few more moments, before falling into a fitful sleep.

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“You’re sure they won’t execute her behind my back, Jhekyl?” The deep voice of the Warchief carried through the violence in Alura’s dreams. She wasn’t fully awake, but she was aware enough to listen. It could save her life.

“No. I know exactly who is to take her into custody, and I trust him. The most he’d do with her is bed her. He’s expected to, actually, and he’s a randy boy. She’ll live a good, long life, unless she does something stupid.” The raspy voice of another member of the Undead came through to her, but it was clearer then the guard’s.

“Good. I just wish I could have done more for her.” Thrall finished, before the stamp of heavy boots on stone announced he had left.

“You’ve done more then enough, Warchief.” The Undead said to himself, before the rattle of the lock on the cell door once again resounded through the heated cell. This caused Alura to fully awaken, and she stretched awkwardly in the restricted space. The door swung outwards once more, and the body of the Undead’s voice strode through easily. He smelled of powerful magic, and nothing more. He had a full head of dark purple hair, mussed up and sticking randomly around. His eyes were covered by an X-shaped leather strap, and his jaw was partially rotten. Other then that, he was just as ruggedly handsome in undeath as he was in life.

“Hello there little elf, I’m your escort for this lovely afternoon underneath the great Horde banner. If you’ll allow me, I’ll carry you outside where I can teleport you to the lovely land of the faerie Blood Elves. But don’t tell them I said that, or they’ll boot me out of their city again.” The Undead’s voice was oddly cheery for one of the Forsaken, and he held no malice. He moved quickly towards her, gently folding his robed arms underneath her knees and shoulders.

His body was icy, most likely because of his training in the Frost magics. He carried her easily through the cell door, the halls, the barracks, and into the open air of Orgrimmar. There he set her down against a bench, and easily opened a portal to the elven city of Silvermoon.

“One-way ticket to Silvermoon, here we come.” He said, before picking her up again and carrying her through the rip in the air. Within a few seconds of tugging, they were standing inside the magical city of Silvermoon. The silver, gold, and scarlet buildings that were held together by magic was an odd contrast to the stone and mud buildings of Orgrimmar, and the sweet smell of flowers was a nice change to the mixed smells of sweat and rot. The only difference that she didn’t like was the people, a change from polite and fair, to haughty and racist. Every single Blood Elf the two passed glared at the both of them, as if they were tainting the city merely by being there. The mage seemed to ignore them.

He carried her through the city, to the Farstrider’s Square. There he lay the weakened elf on a bench within his sight, not for keeping an eye on her, but for her protection. While he was here, no one would dare touch the girl. But if he wasn’t there, they would beat, rape, taunt, and kill her. In no particular order. Being one of the most powerful beings in the Horde helped a lot.

After a few seconds of glancing through the crowds, he noticed the silvery, spiked head of his contact. He blinked through the crowd, disturbing a few of the women who were gossiping idly. They looked at him indignantly, and he just waved back. He tapped on the contact’s shoulder, and he turned gracefully to regard the mage. A grin split the elegant face of the elf, and he instantly threw his arms around the mage’s slighter shoulders.

“Jhekyl! It’s been ages, how have you been?” The massive paladin chuckled as he patted the scrawny back. He let him go quickly, forgetting how hard it was to keep robes clean. His own golden plate armor was polished to perfection, which suited a paladin of his stature, and his massive broadsword buckled perfectly.

“Alright Khalin, but we need to be brief, the Alliance if pressing in on the Ashenvale borders.” The two nodded knowingly, before the mage pushed through the crowd, the paladin in tow. The disturbed people scowled, before noticing the huge elf behind him. He was far more respected then the mage, but not nearly as powerful.

“Here’s the prisoner I was talking about. She was going to be executed by your people, but Thrall fought long and hard. She isn’t to go free, but she is to be kept in your charge. Your leaders thought it a more… humiliating position to be your concubine.” The mage sighed, as he handed over the elf, who had since sat up and brushed off the cloth clothing she had been given. It hugged her curves magnificently, the brown and green tight. “I’m sure you won’t find it hard to keep it up, so to speak.” The mage waved, before he teleported himself back to Orgrimmar.

The paladin looked at the rogue awkwardly, before nodding and helping her stand. “So you’re supposed to be my concubine…” They both looked rather shocked, and not at all happy about it. Regardless, the paladin activated his hearthstone and the two were instantly transported into his apartment.

“Alright, you go into the shower and clean up, you reek.” The paladin pushed her into the bathroom quickly, before leaving her to her own devices.

‘What the hell am I going to do?’ The rogue was a wreck. She was dirty, hungry, tired, and sexually starved. Her body had been so long without sex, that she was probably as tight as a virgin. ‘Being a concubine isn’t something I had on my resume.’ She sighed, before stripping off the cloth that covered her violet body, and starting the shower. While the water was being heated up by the Goblin machinery, she inspected the large bathroom. The entire thing was made of polished marble, with gold inlay and a dazzling light adorned with gems. There was a large, finely crafted mirror on the wall behind the gold sink, and in it showed the rather haggard appearance of the elf. Ugh, she needed this shower. Seeing as the water was hot, she stepped into the stream and closed the painted glass door.

After a few long minutes of relaxing under the stream, she quickly looked around and grabbed a new bar of perfumed soap. It was probably never used, which was the case, as it was only popular with the women. It smelled like lavender and some sort of exotic flower, and it was intoxicating. She lathered herself up, taking special care for her curves and breasts. The things took forever to clean. Soon she began to feel aroused, her body flushing and her nether lips starting to drip. She blamed it on being sexually starved, but it was due to the potent aphrodisiac in the soap. After a few more soaks of being coated in the delicious soap, she was at her breaking point. She sat on the marble ledge in the shower, and flicked the engorged clit that stuck out obviously. She cried out, the sound reverberating around the room.

She ran her hands down her body, revelling in the increased sensitivity of her skin. Her hands gently massaged her taut stomach, her heavy breasts, taking special care to rub her rock-hard nipples. She caressed her inner thighs with her right hand, running the long nail of her index finger around her cunt, teasing herself. ‘Gods it’s been too long…’ Just as she was about to finally get some relief, the mahogany door to the bathroom blew open and the paladin raced in, his glowing broadsword in his hand. For a moment, they just stared at each other. The Night Elf with her fingers poised to enter her, and the Blood Elf, his broadsword’s enchanted glow pooling around the blade and his forearm.

“Uhm…” was all that came from his mouth, as he regarded her. Her mouth was open, mid-moan, and her eyes glowing frantically. “I thought you were… you know.. in danger…” He lowered his blade, scratching the back of his head. The only clothing he wore was the padded cloth pants that were common underneath armor. “I guess… you’re not…” The Blood Elf was prepared for the string of curses that was sure to follow the incident, but what happened surprised him.

The Night Elf flew from the shower and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her lavender lips hard against his own. He dropped his broadsword, the solid metal clanging loudly against the marble. It seemed to spit the enchantments at him, trying to get him radiation poisoning or something… the purple elf was clinging desperately to him, her tongue forced into his mouth. Her cheeks and breasts were flushed a slightly darker purple, and when she brke the kiss to take a breath, her tongue fell out (marvellously long, too) and a string of saliva connected their mouths.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but gods I need your cock.” She moaned, tugging at his pants. He was a randy fucker, too, so he didn’t resist, but dropped his pants and pressed his half-hard manhood against her heated cunt. “Oh gods, it’s been too long.” She sighed, as he pressed her warm back against the wet marble of the shower. The water coursed over them both, but they didn’t exactly feel it. There was so much more to feel.

“Don’t you bloody say stop. I’ve always wanted to fuck one of you.” He said, as he slammed his cock into her. She cried out loud, sinking her fangs into his collarbone. Very little blood came out, but it bloody well hurt. Oh well. He looked down in a lust-filled haze, and nearly started when he saw the trickle of blood that came out around his cock, running down her legs before being washed away by the hot water. He knew he was big, but holy moly, was she tight.

“Oh, shit! You’re bleeding!” He yelled, holding himself perfectly still, and trying to hold the groaning Night Elf still. “Are you a virgin, or something?” He was in disbelief. Most of the time, the women who threw themselves at him weren’t pure. Sometimes he was lucky enough to deflower a maiden, but it was never nearly as bad as this.

“No… we just… get really tight when we don’t fuck.” She was calming down, at least. After a few seconds, she started to thrust against him. He took that as a signal to start up again, and slowly sunk his length into her. She moaned, it felt magnificent. His blonde pubic hairs tickled and caressed her clitoris, the nub of flesh and nerves making her writhe in ecstasy. When he was nearly to the hilt, the tip of his cock abruptly bumped against something inside her. It didn’t hurt terribly, but it still hurt, and she immediately thought he had broken something. He was huge!

“Damn, I already bottomed out. That’ll change eventually.” He said, before pulling out again, her cunt squeezing him incredibly tight to try and keep him inside. Juices and sweat mixed together, the water quickly forgotten, as the pair quickly meshed together. The Blood Elf locked lips with her, his pink tongue battling with her slightly longer purple one. Gods, it was erotic. It was like she wanted to check for swelling in his throat. Saliva starting to seep around their suctioned mouths, dripping to the marble floor to mix with the already copious amount of cunt juice. The Blood Elf pistoned into her, slamming her against the wall and causing her to grunt with pleasure. Her breasts, large and full, bounced with each thrust, the large nipples rubbing against his chest and causing a tingle to coil itself into her already over-pleasured clitoris. She was incredibly close to the edge, just a weed keeping her from zooming off it. Her eyes rolled back into her head to have a staring contest with their amigo, the brain. She broke the erotic kiss, instead letting the Blood Elf nip and suck at her neck. She was so fucking close…

And then, out of nowhere, it crested. The subtle pain was gone, she didn’t feel so heated anymore, all she could feel was… pleasure. She felt incredibly sensitive, her entire world screaming with an orgasm. She trembled, her cunt tightened vice-like on the paladin’s cock, and her muscles tensed. Then, it stopped, her pleasure exploding with a cacophony of insanity and she screamed. Her juices squirted out from her, as she spasmed and twitched with the best orgasm of her life. And with that, the paladin blew his load in her, the hot cum jetting against her cervix, gushing out of her cunt, as the Blood Elf clenched his teeth and groaned a long, hoarse tune to the rogue’s high-pitched cries.

The two fell to the floor, the water washing away the huge amount of juices that coated the two. The paladin let his head rest against the rogue’s shoulder, and she lay flat against the wall. The two were panting, moaning, their sexes twitching and saying sweet-nothings between themselves. The Blood Elf was the first to recover, licking a trail between the back of her ear, down her jaw-line, and to her lips, where he forced his tongue through the slack, juicy gates.

“That was wonderful, baby.” he breathed into her ear, as his arms encircled her waist. She was still panting and trying to come back to earth, as her body tingled with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She looked at him, her silvery eyes meeting his emerald ones, and she accepted her fate. If every time he fucked her this senseless, she was going to enjoy her life a bit more. “I’m damn glad you’re not trying to shank me.”

“I think she has good reason not to. From the looks of that, that must have been incredible.” The soft voice of a female Tauren caught the pair’s sensitive ears. The two looked at the doorway, where a tall, female Tauren smiled at them. She wore leather garments that glowed with nature’s grace, her white and black spotted fur and ebony hair groomed accordingly. “It’s a shame you don’t like the animals, or I’d try you on for size.” The Tauren grinned at the two, and the Blood Elf chuckled. He picked up the girl, who couldn’t stand due to jelly legs, and lay her on the mahogany toilet seat and towelled them off.

“Bribell! It’s good to see you, but I didn’t expect you to show up during that session.” The Blood Elf smiled at the druid, whom was well known for her amazing abilities on the battlefield. She smiled back, handing him a pair of black silk shorts. He hurriedly pulled them on, and let Alura have the fluffy white towel. “When did you get here?”

“About halfway through the show. I regret to have missed the first half. I put your blade into it’s sheath and put it on your bed, by the way.” She turned and left the two to get dressed, going back to the kitchen and finishing one of her gourmet meals. “Oh, and I also cooked you up a turkey, gravy, and some stuffing. No steaks, you know how I don’t like it when you eat that in front of me.” The sound of her chuckle caused him to grin as well, before he and Alura walked into the kitchen and sat at the dining table. The food was placed in front of them, while the Tauren set up to clean the dishes.

The Night Elf felt a little awkward sitting at a table with two powerful members of the Horde on either side of her, but she chose to ignore it and fed her ravenous hunger. After a few moments of silence, the girl turned to the Blood Elf. “Uhm… why aren’t you hurting me? Or… why are you taking care of me?” She asked, her voice weak from weeks of misuse.

“You haven’t given me any reason not to treat you like a friend.” He told her between mouthfuls, “And after that, I feel it’s the least I can do to feed you. You are my concubine, after all.” He told her, “But it’s only for now. I can’t trust you to let you move around freely, so I’ll have to control you some way or the other.” He said, and he looked regretful. Either way, she wouldn’t die painfully, at least.

“Oh.” She left it at that for a few more minutes. “So why does she help you like this?” She asked, indicating the druid.

“I saved her village when she was young. She’s felt indebted to me ever since, and we’ve been friends for at least a century.” He smiled, “I hope that nothing comes between us.” The Tauren’s voice came from the kitchen, “Oh I hope something comes between us, but not in the way you’re thinking of.” The two shared a chuckle, while the Night Elf continued to eat her food. Her ivory hair and silvery eyes looked bright and full of life, the ends of her hair tickling her arse and her breasts. Odd way of wearing it, and the splash of whatever across her face in a very dark purple made his loins stir. If that were white, that would look incredibly erotic. Her feathery eyebrows, strangely long, twitched when she furrowed her eyebrows.

“Do you hear that?” She asked, just as the slam of a heavy stone door resounded through the house. The paladin stood to his feet, and the Tauren looked out of the kitchen.

“Well, well. Looks like someone isn’t following up with their end of the bargain.”