True Colors and Betrayal
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,310
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own World of Warcraft, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Just a Name
This chapter is for you, Ash and Sorrow.
Shivers wracked the warlock’s lithe form. Her muscles ached from the violent tremors. Her teeth would clatter audibly when a particularly violent spasm shook her. To add to her humiliation, the humans had found her underwear in one of her bags. They had both passed out in a drunken stupor. How had she gotten herself in this situation?
“Now what is a young thing such as yourself doing way out here with the big boys?’
She should have stayed home to train more before venturing out on this wild hair of a quest. The Warlock trainers of the Undercity told her in order to claim her Succubus; she had to collect two pure hearts. She could not believe the irony in that she was so close to where she would find her second heart but now remained unable to obtain it. She shivered again and pulled the loose tunic tighter to her body as she glanced around to the sleeping night elf.
Her breath caught in her throat. Two golden eyes stared back at her. Another violent; tooth rattling tremor shook her. His hand move so quickly she almost did not catch it. His long smooth fingers closed around her forearm. “Get under the covers, witch. You will freeze to death.” She glared daggers at him.
“Perhaps I would rather freeze to death, than sleep with the likes of you, you jack ass.” He growled deeply.
“And perhaps I would like to get some damn sleep! I can not do that if you keep making so much noise with all of that shivering, you stubborn…” he cursed under has breath when she stood and tried to walk away. He gathered the rope and pulled her back and down to the bed pallet. Her struggles did not make this an easy process. When she finally settled he continued, “And you call me a jack ass.”
Clearly insulted her mouth opened to strike at him with her rapier tongue, “How dare you, you pretentious prick!” He caught her wrist before she had successfully slapped him once more.
“There will be no more of that witch.” He reclined once more beneath the covers, pulling her fuming body close. Biting her tongue was all that she could do to keep from moaning as his body heat sunk into her. She desperately fought the urge to burrow beneath the blanket and crawl under his skin to keep warm. Their previous argument had been completely pushed aside for the gratifying warmth that he had granted her.
“Will you stop wiggling and go to sleep?” he groused. The warlock opened her mouth to retort until she looked into his eyes again. Her lips closed once more and ceased he wriggling. He studied her face.
She frowned when a peculiar expression crossed his visage. She found her voice once more, “What is it? Do I have something on my face?”
“Yes, soot…” He smiled when she reared back. “But that is not it.” She gave him an exasperated look and attempted to reach up to wipe away whatever might be on her face besides soot. He restrained her and continued, “You blood elves are so vain. What I meant was the soot was not the reason for my thoughts, which clearly showed on my face. I had begun to attempt to recall your name. But you never told me your name did you?” He wiped away the offensive soot and stared into her eyes.
Her brow furrowed. “What does it matter? I am just a pet, remember?” He frowned at her response.
“Unless you would like for me to continue calling you witch, I will need your name.”
“You can call me what ever you wish, master.” She quipped sarcastically. Scowling he reached down and pinched her rear. Squealing the warlock arched away from the offending fingers and right into his hips. He groaned and held her in place.
“Damn it, you she-elf. What did I tell you about flirting with me?” She gasped at the firm heat from his groin. She had never felt what he stirred within her loins. She was not, by any means, a sexual elf. She had always been too focused in her class studies to be interested in males. Or females for that matter. She was unable to ignore Gideon. He forced his masculinity upon her as he had forced his way into her life.
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist.” His voice held a tint of husky arousal. “Tell me your name and your virginity will survive the night.”
Her emerald eyes narrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line. “My virginity will survive the night? What the hell is that supposed to mean. You are such an asshole.” What brought the frown to his lips was not the response he received, but the tears that came with it.
“Calm yourself little lamb… I only want to know your name. I give you my word by Elune, that I will never rape you. I am no rapist.” She felt comforted by his oath. He gave her a moment to gather her emotions before he spoke again. “Just a name…”
She sniffed and looked up from his muscled chest to his eyes. “Elana Sidori.”
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Shivers wracked the warlock’s lithe form. Her muscles ached from the violent tremors. Her teeth would clatter audibly when a particularly violent spasm shook her. To add to her humiliation, the humans had found her underwear in one of her bags. They had both passed out in a drunken stupor. How had she gotten herself in this situation?
“Now what is a young thing such as yourself doing way out here with the big boys?’
She should have stayed home to train more before venturing out on this wild hair of a quest. The Warlock trainers of the Undercity told her in order to claim her Succubus; she had to collect two pure hearts. She could not believe the irony in that she was so close to where she would find her second heart but now remained unable to obtain it. She shivered again and pulled the loose tunic tighter to her body as she glanced around to the sleeping night elf.
Her breath caught in her throat. Two golden eyes stared back at her. Another violent; tooth rattling tremor shook her. His hand move so quickly she almost did not catch it. His long smooth fingers closed around her forearm. “Get under the covers, witch. You will freeze to death.” She glared daggers at him.
“Perhaps I would rather freeze to death, than sleep with the likes of you, you jack ass.” He growled deeply.
“And perhaps I would like to get some damn sleep! I can not do that if you keep making so much noise with all of that shivering, you stubborn…” he cursed under has breath when she stood and tried to walk away. He gathered the rope and pulled her back and down to the bed pallet. Her struggles did not make this an easy process. When she finally settled he continued, “And you call me a jack ass.”
Clearly insulted her mouth opened to strike at him with her rapier tongue, “How dare you, you pretentious prick!” He caught her wrist before she had successfully slapped him once more.
“There will be no more of that witch.” He reclined once more beneath the covers, pulling her fuming body close. Biting her tongue was all that she could do to keep from moaning as his body heat sunk into her. She desperately fought the urge to burrow beneath the blanket and crawl under his skin to keep warm. Their previous argument had been completely pushed aside for the gratifying warmth that he had granted her.
“Will you stop wiggling and go to sleep?” he groused. The warlock opened her mouth to retort until she looked into his eyes again. Her lips closed once more and ceased he wriggling. He studied her face.
She frowned when a peculiar expression crossed his visage. She found her voice once more, “What is it? Do I have something on my face?”
“Yes, soot…” He smiled when she reared back. “But that is not it.” She gave him an exasperated look and attempted to reach up to wipe away whatever might be on her face besides soot. He restrained her and continued, “You blood elves are so vain. What I meant was the soot was not the reason for my thoughts, which clearly showed on my face. I had begun to attempt to recall your name. But you never told me your name did you?” He wiped away the offensive soot and stared into her eyes.
Her brow furrowed. “What does it matter? I am just a pet, remember?” He frowned at her response.
“Unless you would like for me to continue calling you witch, I will need your name.”
“You can call me what ever you wish, master.” She quipped sarcastically. Scowling he reached down and pinched her rear. Squealing the warlock arched away from the offending fingers and right into his hips. He groaned and held her in place.
“Damn it, you she-elf. What did I tell you about flirting with me?” She gasped at the firm heat from his groin. She had never felt what he stirred within her loins. She was not, by any means, a sexual elf. She had always been too focused in her class studies to be interested in males. Or females for that matter. She was unable to ignore Gideon. He forced his masculinity upon her as he had forced his way into her life.
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist.” His voice held a tint of husky arousal. “Tell me your name and your virginity will survive the night.”
Her emerald eyes narrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line. “My virginity will survive the night? What the hell is that supposed to mean. You are such an asshole.” What brought the frown to his lips was not the response he received, but the tears that came with it.
“Calm yourself little lamb… I only want to know your name. I give you my word by Elune, that I will never rape you. I am no rapist.” She felt comforted by his oath. He gave her a moment to gather her emotions before he spoke again. “Just a name…”
She sniffed and looked up from his muscled chest to his eyes. “Elana Sidori.”
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