Can Never Go Gnomeragan

Sitting up against the wall of what was once a small storage room, Fyina eyed the elf suspiciously. He was on the other side of the small space, crouched down but looking comfortable. These storage holes were carved into the rock above what used to be the dormitories. They went in deep to keep food and stuff as far removed from the elements as possible. She knew if he tried anything, she had the advantage here, since she could stand straight and move with ease. It also was hidden very well from the troggs, who had no interest in coming up this way.



“So, what brings a nice girl like you here?” he asked, grinning.



“Technically,” she said, leaning back with a smile of her own, “this is my home, so really I should be asking you that question.”



He laughed quietly at that, and shifted himself so he was more properly sitting, “Well, I think its probably safe to say that neither of us, nor the people we represent, want an alliance to form between the Dark Iron Dwarves and the Venture Company. I'm also fairly certain we're both interested in whatever Thermaplugg has that has gotten them so interested. Since we are both after the same things, we should work together, rather than get in each other's way.”



She considered, but knew that he was right. The situation was far worse than she had originally suspected, and at the very least she didn't want to be tripping over him while she was trying to do her job. Besides, if she worked with him, she could keep an eye on him. Still, there were things it would not be good for him to know, for the Horde to know about, assuming they didn't already.



“Certainly I will work with you on this, since we have some common goals,” she said sweetly. He nodded with a slow smile, but his face betrayed nothing. Neither did hers, though her mind was working fast, and figured his was doing the same. She knew that at some point she would either have to get him out of the way, or maybe even kills him. She was also pretty sure that he was thinking and planning on the same thing. She had an advantage though, she knew what Thermaplugg had found and already had a plan for what to do with it when she found it. It would be a shame to kill the elf but if he even saw the device, he would have to die.



“So how do you suggest we go about this?” she said. She of course already knew what they needed to do, but she wanted to feed his ego, let him think he was in charge. Course he could probably see right through that, so she was more counting on the way she smiled, leaned forward and looked right in his eye. It was a subtle gesture, but one speaking of trust and possibly even sexual attraction.



“Well,” he said returning her smile, “how about causing some trouble between the proposed allies?”



“Sounds like fun actually,” she said, and actually meant it. This was the kind of thing she loved doing. “They're in close quarters, already not fond of each other, should be easy to play on that.”



“Any ideas where we could find them?”



She carefully considered, and then nodded. They would be close to where Thermaplugg was, which is where the Dark Irons typically stayed while they tried to negotiate with him. It had been up till now, fruitless, mostly because he was insane.



“Well alright then,” he said hoisting himself into a crouch, “let's go cause some trouble then Miss...?”



“Fyina,” she said, stepping towards the alcove's entrance ahead of him, “just call me Fyina.”



“Deydis,” he said and he smiled quite a seductive smile of his own at her.







It was the little things that drove people crazy. Assassinations, theft and sabotage were great in their own way, but for this situation there was no need for such dramatics. In fact, such dramatics would be counter productive. If people feel they're under attack, they will band together with other “victims” even if they hate each other. It was a natural defensive response. It would also have served to make them more interested in Thermaplugg's offer, since if the Alliance and Horde were so obviously making life difficult for them, there must be something to it.



So for the next day, Fyina and Deydis very quietly and subtly made life difficult for the Venture Company representatives and the Dark Iron ambassadors. In the dining hall where the two groups grudgingly ate food together, Fyina very carefully dropped small rocks into the goblins' soup bowls. The result was an insult to the Dark Iron's culinary abilities. Later on in one of the connecting halls, Deydis had spotted two goblins hurriedly trying to get by a slow moving dwarf, who was getting more and more annoyed by them. He was able to trip the dwarf up on some tools. The dwarf didn't fall, but stumbled a bit and turned enraged on the two goblins who walked straight into the back of him.



These were childish pranks of course, but effective. By the end of the first day, the mood was turning ugly. A few arguments had become overly heated and one became violent. It was a good start, and so the two rogues began on more long term planning.



“Thermaplugg needs to be discredited,” Deydis said that evening, when they were back at their hiding spot, “if he can't get his new toy to even work then any chance of an alliance would be blown away.”



Fyina nodded, chewing thoughtfully on the dried meat she had brought with her. She had been thinking along the same lines, although her main priority was to get the device away from all of them. A substitute could easily be mocked up she knew, she could do it now, but then she would be revealing that she knew what it was. Still she could probably find a way to work around that.



“We'll replace it with something, something obviously broken,” she said, “then they'll just chalk it up to his insanity.”



He nodded, “I'll find out what I can about this demonstration tomorrow and we'll plan on from there.”



He got up as best he could and began to get undressed, and she did the same. Sleeping in armor wasn't really great she had found even if it was often necessary. Here, they were pretty secure and had even found blankets to make a makeshift bed with. She had underneath her armor a cotton shirt with no sleeves and a pair of shorts. There was no place to hide any weapons, but she felt that if he tried something in the middle of the night, she could take him without them. He lay down on the bed and stretched out, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts that were fitted, she noticed, rather tightly.



She took a moment to appraise his lean, muscled torso and had to admit he was pretty sexy, when she realized that he was looking at her too. Fyina noticed the way he looked at her with half slitted eyes as he lay on his back. He was trying to seduce her too. His responses to her mild flirtations throughout the day at had told her this, and now his body language was practically screaming it. Well, no need to make him work so hard.



She quietly, seemingly a bit shy, settled down on the blanket next to him, lying on her side facing him. He looked back at her and silently reached out his hand to caress her face just under her ear. She closed her eyes and nuzzled to it, purring softly. When his thumb rubbed against her lips, she opened them slightly and slid her tongue to meet it. Deydis hummed in approval and she opened her eyes to give him her best smoldering look.



He pulled her to him and kissed her. Light at first, but then increasing with pressure. His tongue slid easily across her lips and she opened her mouth to let it in. He hummed again and his hand trailed down to her waist to caress her thigh. Her own hand stroked his jawline, before moving up to his ear and then behind his neck, pulling her closer. As he worked his way under her shirt and up her back she purred into his mouth. He separated from her briefly to breathe before diving back in with more fire.



They rolled so that he was above her, propped up on his knees and one of his elbows, while his free hand continued to explore her. She moaned when he came to her breast. He smiled while still kissing her and began to caress it, rubbing the nipple between his fingers. She broke off the kiss and smiled up at him as she slowly pulled her shirt up, revealing her torso and her breasts, and then threw it to the side. Deydis kissed her once again on the mouth before planting soft, wet kisses along her jaw line, down her neck and onto her chest. His hot breath against her skin increased her arousal and she sighed happily as he arrived at her breasts.



She didn't have large breasts, even by the standards of gnomes, but they were nice and round. The elf gently took one into his mouth, his tongue stroking the nipple tenderly. Fyina purred and arched her chest to him, running her fingers through his hair. She noticed the point of his ear was close to her, so she arched her head up and sucked it into her mouth. She happened to know that elves were very sensitive there and she grinned when she saw him shudder and take in a sharp breath. He took the other breast into his mouth and angled his head so she could continue.



His hand began to drift down her abdomen, teasing her skin with light touches until it arrived at the top of her thigh. He let his thumb brush over her clit causing just the subtlest sensation to be noticed. His fingers then began to lightly brush over her core though her shorts, sending tiny thrills up her spine. She responded by arching her hips slightly and he drew back until she settled them back down again.



So that was his game then. Just as he had been testing her out earlier, to see if he could draw secrets from her, he was testing her body, trying to see what made her crazy, where her sensitive spots were. That way he could take control over the encounter and by extension dominate the game they were already playing. Seduction didn't stop just because they had reached foreplay. Well, she could play that game too.



Very slowly, he began to remove her shorts, planting soft kisses on her abdomen and belly. She lifted her hips as they came off, leaving her totally naked and vulnerable beneath him. He continued his teasing with his fingers while he kissed her again on the mouth. He held her hands above her head, which she was happy to let him do. When his tongue invaded her mouth she let it slide over hers and he rewarded her by dipping his fingers briefly into her slit. She whimpered against his mouth and squirmed in urgent need, but he only teased her some more.



Then he stopped suddenly and froze. After a second he grunted half in pleasure and half in confusion, and broke off the stalled kiss to look down between them. One of her feet had slid down the front of his shorts and was now stroking his already hard cock with its back. The other had worked its way in from one of the short's legs and tickling his balls. He looked up at her and she smiled and gave a sort of shrug. Well really, it wasn't like she hadn't slept with one of the taller races before.



Deydis seemed to understand that he was caught in a trap now. If he tried to move, it would probably result in painful injury. He looked down on her and she was suddenly surprised to see something like respect wash briefly over his face before he gave a shrug of his own and bent back down to kiss her. She let him in again, but this time wrestled his tongue with her own. He released her arms and kissed her with renewed vigor while stroking her clit for real this time.



She shifted her feet around to pull down his shorts but could only get them partially down his waist. He took the hint and pulled them off, kicking them to the side with a chuckle. Fyina rolled onto her stomach and propped herself up with her knees. The elf slid up behind her and kissed her on the back of her head. One of his hands caressed her breast, while the other slid into her slippery lips, taking her natural lubrication and then rubbing it on his dick. She braced herself, this was always the test of a good lover. Being so small compared to him had its advantages, but it also meant that she required expert handling for her to have a good time too. Some lovers were overly cautious, afraid she would break. Others rammed into her without a care for her discomfort, overwhelmed by her tightness.



Deydis took a few moments to position himself to her height. Then he put a hand on her lower back and the other on his member and brought it to her opening with care. His head pressed passed her swollen lips, causing her to shudder as it stretched her entrance. He waited a moment to see if she was in pain, but she looked over her shoulder and managed to smile, silently telling him to go on. He smiled and gripped her hips before pushing himself the rest of the way in. Fyina groaned, feeling wonderfully full and gripped the blankets beneath her. The elf stayed there for a moment, breathing hard and ragged as she surrounded him.



The gnome pushed back at him, wanting him to continue. He moaned with a pleasured laugh and pulled out before thrusting quickly back in. Fyina steadied herself so she wouldn't be pushed forward by his thrusts and hummed happily as he fucked her with just the right speed.



“Fucked a lot of gnomes?” she asked between pants. She looked over her shoulder with a saucy grin.



“No,” he said and then closed his eyes as he rode her, then he grinned and said, “you're my first.”



“You liar!” she laughed and then bit her lip as she felt something beginning to rise within her.



“I'm serious,” he protested breathlessly, “Why? Am I doing a good job?”



She looked back at him and had to laugh at his faux surprise, then she closed her eyes and hummed approvingly.



“No way this is your first time,” she said with a moan.



“What can I say? I'm gifted,” he answered before grunting pleasurably as he thrust into her again and whispered, “Sweet nether...”



Her body had tensed around him, squeezing his cock even tighter as she felt her climax coming. Fyina bit into her arm to keep the cries that were rising up from her belly to her throat from escaping and attracting unwanted attention. Her eyes squeezed shut as she pushed back frantically, needing to release soon. He thrusts became faster and more erratic and she could hear him also keeping his vocalizations under control. Muffled groans mixed with the wet sound of flesh on flesh until finally she bit down hard enough to draw blood and the tension inside of her snapped.



The back of her eyelids went white as she lost all sense of what was happening. All she knew was the oncoming waves of pleasure that ripped through her. She felt the sudden change in pressure and in another second he came, spurting himself inside of her and it took her up again, more gently this time, but still satisfying. She slowly settled on her stomach, breathing hard and letting herself come slowly down from the high.



Deydis gently withdrew from her and then stretched out next to her, taking her into his arms. She rolled over so that she was facing him and purred into his chest, listening to his breath slow down. For several minutes he gently stroked her ear and hair until his breaths became deep and slow. She was not far behind, her eyes becoming heavy and tired, which they usually did after good sex. He was a good lover she decided, it really would be a shame if she had to kill him.