Breaking Moonbrook

     Golden eyes searched the secluded farmstead, avoiding vultures while searching for the one he knew to be in the area, another, silver set of eyes looking as well, though she was scouting farther ahead, shadows concealing her every move from prying eyes. < I see her. > The male whispered in Darnassian to his companion, who merely nodded and moved forward to their quarry.


     Citlali was finishing up, washing her hands down by the small river, keeping out of sight from the wolves and giant spiders that roamed the banks on the other side. She sighed and stepped back, preparing to turn when a warm body at her back, and a sharp knife at her throat stopped her.


     "You leave yourself open to easily." The female voice whispered.


     The draenei smiled. "I always leave myself open for you, and your delectable mate."


     The female purred and lowered the knife, placing her lips against the draenei's shoulder, putting the weapon away and wrapping her arms round her waist as the male, the hunter, shifted through the close-by bushes and smirked.


     "Always starting without me." He sighed and set his bow and quiver down, moving to the front to tilt Citlali's face up to his, though that wasn't that far of a reach. "Miss us?"


     Citlali just purred, leaning up to grant the hunter a kiss. She was fairly aware of the heat at her back, of the arms entwining around her, and of the fact that the male, Voldros, was already starting to peel of pieces of armor, aided by Sylane, the female.


     "Oh I missed you two!" Citlali whispered, causing Voldros to laugh.


     "Where is your human companion?"


     She mumbled something incomprehensible at first, then growled as the male pulled away.


     "You weren't speaking clearly, Cit."


     She squirmed back up too him. "She is back at camp, with a paladin."


     Sylane nibbled on a newly exposed stretch of skin. "Another paladin?"


     Citlali tried to open Vold's pants, his hands stopping her with a small laugh.


     "There is a house, empty of Defias, Syl and I made sure of it." The three quickly made their way towards the abandoned hut, Sylane pulling off bits of armor the moment they opened the creaky door, going towards what looked like a freshly laid out pile of bedding, big enough for three.


     Cit purred her approval as Sylane crawled onto the bedding, holding her arms open for the paladin, who gladly stripped of her clothing, moving on top of the Night elf female, their lips meeting in a languid kiss.


     They heard a moan towards the door, and looked towards Voldros, who was taking in the view, pulling off pieces of his own armor while walking towards them.


     "I always love watching that." He remarked as he climbed onto the bed next to the two, stealing a kiss from his mate while rubbing his hands along Citlali's back, and down to dip underneath her tail, which wrapped around his wrist, squeezing gently.


     "It has been long since I have fed." Cit remarked, her legs spreading of their own accord, hands rubbing along Syl's flesh, sliding down to her stomach and beyond as Vold moved around behind her.


     He kissed her on the small of her back, gripping her tail tightly. "Then we mustn't take too long, we still have some time here before returning to Kalimdor, we can use it to our best... advantage." He slid his free hand down between her legs, lightly rubbing along the lips of her womanhood, causing the draenei to whimper and push back against him.


     Sylane was taking her time with Citlali, her lips trailing little bites along her neck and shoulders, fingers deftly manipulating flesh. Her lips slid across one nipple,one hand pressing against the draenei's lips, encouraging her to take them into her mouth as Citlali tried to steady herself.


     Voldros draped himself over her back, his lips against one of her short pointed ears. "I am going to take you now." He whispered as she felt him press the head of his member against her, guiding himself into her with slow pressure. He kissed one of her horns as he finally seated himself, moving his hand down beside them to steady himself as he began thrusting.


     Sylane whimpered and moved up slowly. "Citlali, please." She groaned as she pulled her fingers from Citlali's lips, Citlali knowing what was being asked of her, and moving as much as possible with the male sliding inside her.


     She and Sylane shifted until Citlali could press her mouth against the night elf's core, her tongue flicking out to slide along the sensitive skin before pressing her face more firmly against her, manipulating the flesh with tongue and mouth.


     Sylane moved her fingers down to flick at her clit in rapid movements, whimpering softly, unable to stifle the sounds. The energy of the coupling quickly became palatable in the air, coalescing around the writhing group.


     Citlali shuddered and drank it all in, her hips rotating back against Voldros, who grunted softly as he began moving in a frenzied fashion, unable to stop himself.


     Sylane arched her back, also quickly moving to the brink, closing her eyes to the onslaught of pleasure, her legs spreading wider of their own accord.


     Citlali gasped suddenly, her sight glowing brighter, her skin shining softly as the sexual energy manifested moved straight into her, her eyes going from the blue-silver to a dark red. She pressed her face against Sylane again, forcing the Night elf female's climax from her, dining on the pleasureful energies emitted, groaning as she felt Voldros release his seed within her, shakingly trying to hold himself up from falling on top of the two women in his sudden but pleasureful exhaustion.


     It took the three several long minutes to come back to the world of the living, laying together on the make-shift bed.


     Citlali finally extracted herself from the two, amidst their grumbles.


     "Stay with us tonight." Sylane implored.


     Citlali almost moved back to the couple, but finally sighed. "The paladin will be suspicious. And I do not want to make him go to the Exodar and begin asking questions about me."


     Voldros nodded, understanding, and placated his wife with a kiss to the temple. "We will meet you in Moonbrook, The school house. I heard that the Defias avoid the building, claiming it haunted by a malicious spirit."


     Citlali nodded and moved around, gathering what armor she could find, the rest in a heap outside the hut, where the nightsaber, Voldros' pet, had moved it. She patted the feline on her head and moved to where Decktire and Veyros had set up camp.


     It didn't seem until much later that Citlali arrived back at the campsite, and by then Veyros was becoming annoyed, and worried. He knew of what lurked inside the female paladin, and he had suspicions about the warlock that accompanied her everywhere. It also didn't help that Citlali came back looking like she had recently exerted herself, and was sated. What did she go out and do, for the past hour?


     The Woman in question sat down demurely, and nodded to him. "You have been absent for a while, Was everything not well?"


     Citlali shrugged. "It was fine. I am tired, wake me before we leave." She turned and pulled her own blanket over her, falling asleep shortly after.


     Veyros hummed to himself. He was a paladin of the light, fighting for the Naaru to banish the Burning legion from the universe. Maybe this was a chance to prove himself, he was young compared to his brethren, lucky to survive the crash that many of his kin perished in. He knew, from the cleanup and battling he had to do, that even still, the demonic walked among them. What did he get himself into?