Melinda's pet

Seven years… Seven long years Melinda had been away from home this time. She could barely remember her last night there. She sat with Horu under a tree, huddled against his chest, his arms wrapped around her, as they stared at the stars. They spent many hours talking and making love. She remembered the next morning as they both tearfully kissed the other goodbye. She had fought long and hard with herself to summon the strength to leave. Her people needed her, it would be selfish to deny them and stay home, doing nothing. Horu understood her duty and obligations, he told her how her home would be ready for her when she came back, and presented her with a crude necklace. The string was made from his own hair, braided together, and hanging from it was a wooden charm, about half the size of her palm. The charm was square shaped, save for an oval hole carved out of the middle, around the hole were several taurahe words, she couldn’t read them, and when asked what they mean, Horu chuckled and told her “all will be revealed in time”. And with one last hug, they parted; she remembered how Horu stood in the doorway waving as she rode off.

The fight was epic, the spoils of their struggle legendary. They had toppled one of the most powerful and vile creatures in the land, Ragnaros, the living flame. She could still hear his impossibly loud voice as it echoed in the very bowels of her soul. His death sent shockwaves throughout all of Azeroth, and she was welcomed as a heroine in all the cities she visited. But that mattered little to her. All the trinkets, baubles, parades, and pageantry couldn’t come close to the feeling she got when she came home. She was restless the whole boat trip to Teldrassil and bid her nightsaber to move faster as the distance between her and home grew closer.

Melinda heard the shot scant seconds before it hit. Her reflexes honed to a level no normal human could dream to achieve. Deftly she flew to the ground, rolling to her feet, knives at the ready. Her nightsaber was not so lucky. The arrow meant for her pierced the beast through the neck. With a gurgle of blood, it was dead. Standing before Melinda were her attackers, four very intimidating characters made themselves known to her.

“D’is one be quick! I nevah miss! ‘Least not at this range.” The troll hunter chided, notching another arrow onto his bow, his scarred wolf companion growled at her, fangs bared.

“She’s not to be taken lightly. After all, we’re here because of her skills as an assassin.” Commented his orc ally. His face littered with scars, eyes burning red with hate. “You killed my brother wench; I’ll mount your pretty little head on a pike for that!” The orc could back that threat up, Melinda knew that.

“Just stick to the plan! We’ll be collecting that bounty by tomorrow!” the nervous warlock added. His decaying, frail form belying his power.

“The poster said dead or alive elf, the choice is yours. I’d rather not have to kill you, but don’t think I’ll hesitate.” The final member of the party added, a great ash gray tauren. The air around him crackled with energy, and his eyes were luminous with the power he held. A shaman and a most powerful one at that.

Melinda smirked at them. “Well, I guess I have no choice then….”

In a burst of light, she was gone. The four began to spread out, searching for any clue, some trace of her. Further apart they drifted, just as Melinda had hoped. And with a quick second to poison her daggers, she went to work.

Morg-el was the first. The warlock was searching near a gathering of trees when Melinda took him. In a blur she buried both daggers deep into his neck. And before he could make a sound, she flipped up and over him, twisting, and landing before him, finished the swipe. His head bounced off into the nearby bush, lifeless body crumpling into the leaves before Melinda. Somberly, she jogged off towards the others, leaving the body for the scavengers of the forest.

Jaremon was next. The troll was walking along the river with his wolf when she found them. Hikket jumped in fright when his master suddenly cried out, a throwing knife firmly buried in his shoulder. The dog took off towards the source of the knife, only to catch a handful of blinding powder to its remaining eye. It stumbled about, snapping at air in frustration. Jaremon could only look in terror as Melinda stalked towards him, grip tightening on her knives, knuckles cracking. In a panic he reached for his bow, notching an arrow, only to drop it as the injury to his shoulder kicked in. Clumsily he wielded his two handed sword, a last ditch effort to stop her, but Melinda easily dispatched him. Parrying his thrust, she skillfully kicked aside his next swipe, and with an upward stroke, slit his throat. The troll fell into the river, his blood clouding the water. Hikket lunged at her, finally having regained his sight, but fared no better. Melinda caught him in midair with her dagger. Piercing up and through his skull. The lifeless dog crashed with a “thud” next to his master.

Bejorn stood overlooking the lake. His eyes closed in meditation, arms locked behind him. Softly he spoke…

“Your time is near. I know you’re here. The spirits of this forest told me long before you arrived. And though I can smell the blood of my allies on you, I again offer you a choice, surrender or be killed.”

“I surrender to no one. You’ll just have to earn your gold the hard way scavenger!”

“So be it.”

He was faster than he looked. Spinning around to face her, his hands flew out and Melinda felt herself chilled to the bone. Her limbs went numb, sluggish to react to her mind’s demands. Raising his hammer high over head, the tauren closed distance. The rock beneath her shattered as she finally willed herself to dodge out of its path. Springing back on her hands, she somersaulted to her feet and lunged at the tauren. He blocked her blows with the staff of his weapon, but caught an elbow to the underside of his jaw as she flowed through her movement. He stumbled back, seeing stars, but quickly regained his senses and ducked an overzealous slash from Melinda, who cried out in pain as he smashed her in the stomach with the hilt of his mace. She quickly found herself backpedaling as he closed in to finish her. Mace drawn back, he suddenly stopped. His eyes went wide.

“Where did you get that?!” He barked

“Wh-what?” she panted, unsure of the sudden stop.

“That amulet! Did you steal it?! Did you kill someone for it?!”

“No. It was given to me by my love!”

“Your……love?” he asked, slowly lowering his weapon.

“Yes, he gave it to me before I left home.”

“You love a tauren?” he sat down, unslung his pouch and began to drink some water.

“Well… I suppose so, yes.” She said uncertainly.

“Curious… You do know what that is don’t you?”

“No. He wouldn’t say. I asked him what the engravings mean, they’re in taurahe, but he wouldn’t tell me.”

Bejorn motioned for her to hand it to him. She unslung it from around her neck and dangled it in front of him. Seizing it, he looked at it for a moment or two. A smile crept across his face.

“This my fair friend is the tauren equivalent to a wedding ring. At least in some tribes. This hole here is for the female’s horn to pass through when she places it about her head in acceptance. The engravings are basically the male’s vows. I could translate it to you if you like?”

“Yes, tell me.”

“It says ‘Though my body may wither and die, my love for you will never cease, forever your servant, forever your pet, forever yours’.”

“Thank you. Why did you stop attacking me?”

“You were beaten. My curiosity over this overwhelmed my ‘need’ to finish you. Having learned about you, I have no wish to kill you. Given the love and dedication that went into this, I’d be depriving one of my brothers a soul mate. That’s a burden on my spirit no amount of gold would ease.” With that Bejorn rose to his feet. Chanting in his native tongue, he waved his hands about in the air and Melinda found herself rejuvenated, her injuries hurt no longer.

“You and I no longer have a quarrel, but Raim is another issue. You killed his brother, now he seeks revenge. You must stand judgment for this transgression. Should the spirits wish you to be with your mate, you will succeed. Should they not, your ‘husband’ will be a widow.” Shape changing into a spirit wolf, he howled softly and left her.

Raim made his presence known immediately. Charging towards the unprepared night elf, he lowered his shoulder and slammed hard into her side. Melinda rolled several times from the impact.

“I avenge my blood today wench! Frekk will smile down on me as I crush his assassin like a bug!”

Melinda hadn’t a clue who he was talking about. Centuries of a lifetime had turned the list of those that she’d killed into a blur of nameless faces. She could only assume it was some unfortunate soul who had been at the wrong place at the wrong time.

With a mighty rage that his kind was legendary for, he swung down at her with his axe, deftly Melinda moved her head, the blade cleaving locks of her hair off. Twisting, she sent a kick straight to the one place all males are vulnerable. The stunned orc paused long enough in pain for her to kick his legs out from underneath him. She mounted him as he landed on his back meaning to finish him off with her knives, but caught a solid right hand to her face, knocking her off. The two rolled on the ground until they both managed to get on their feet, staring at each other, face to face. Melinda made the first move, a slight jab with her knife, hoping to get Raim to chase after it with a heavy swing. He obliged and she caught him with a deep cut across his face, his spiked ring of a helm preventing her from landing a finishing blow. Raim retaliated with a solid elbow to her ribs, knocking the wind from her, he swung back with his axe, but Melinda was barely able to sidestep it, her balance was off however, and seizing the opportunity, Raim overpowered her with a right hook, sent her to the ground. Rolling to her back, her eyes went wide in terror as Raim was readying what was certain to be her death blow. Melinda shut her eyes tight and braced for the end.

The blow never came. Melinda’s eyes flew open in time to see Raim stumble off balance from a well placed strike to the face. The blow came from a simple wooden staff, wielded by a presence that made her heart sing. Horu had come to her aid! Raim regained his bearings and spat out at Horu.

“You DARE aid her tauren?! She is the ENEMY!”

“She is my love, and I’ll defend her to the death!”

“You love a night elf?! Are you mad?! She’s scum! She murdered my brother!” Raim almost wept.

Softly Horu spoke. “Your plight is understandable. To lose one’s brother is most regrettable. I sympathize with you on that. But know this. I love this woman, with all my heart. If you kill her, then I will surely mean to avenge her as you have your brother.”

Raim seemed to listen, his grip loosened on the axe. Naively Horu turned away to face his mistress. Raim seized the opportunity and raised his axe up again, meaning to cleave Horu in the back. Melinda moved faster than she ever thought possible. With a powerful leap, she pounced on Raim, their combined weight forcing him to fall back. Meanwhile she brought her knife down as hard as she could into his exposed head. The fancy helm providing no protection from a downward strike. The knife found purchase in the top of Raim’s head and he was dead before his body hit the ground.

Horu had never seen the mistress in action. His mind barely registered the blur of her movement as she disappeared from in front of him to reappear behind him. Horu ran to her and got his first glimpse at death. Raim’s face was frozen in fear, eyes cold and lifeless mouth agape in shock. Horu couldn’t help but tremble at the sight, the finality of what happened sinking in. Melinda saw the look on his face and moved to him.

“Horu! Horu! Look at me!” She gripped his panicked head, turning his face towards hers. “Horu, it’s ok! You didn’t do anything wrong! Your soul is still pure!” His bottom lip trembled a bit.

“I t-t-t-tried to be br-br-brave for you! I didn’t m-muh-mean for anyone to d-d-d-die!”

“Shhh!” she shushed the great blubbering tauren. Holding him close. “He chose this path Horu, had I not intervened, you would be dead instead of him. He let revenge cloud his judgment and threw away his life for a hollow cause.” She kissed him on the forehead. “The worst is over Horu, let’s go home.”

The cottage had changed little from how she remembered it. Horu had stayed true to his mistress over the years she was gone, never falling behind on any of his duties. With trembling hands he brought her some food to eat. As he placed the bowl on the table, Melinda grabbed one of his hands with her own, stroking the back of it lovingly as she observed the now salt and pepper colored fur that covered it.

“You’re getting old on me Horu…” she sighed.

“I’m sorry.”

“No need to be pet. It’s nature.” Melinda spoke, deep inside feelings of regret formed. All the years lost that could have been spent with him.

“Mistress, what did you mean before? About my spirit being “pure”?”

“Horu, when you take someone’s life, it changes you forever… You never feel as good about yourself as you did before. You always have that life you took hanging over you, their face haunting your dreams, the last sounds they made echoing in your ears. You don’t have that Horu. Take it from someone who knows; hold onto that purity as long as you can, die pure if you can!”

For a long while both ate in silence, neither sure what to say. It was Melinda who broke the silence.

“Do you know why I was gone this time Horu?” He of course shook his head ‘no’. The mistress never told him why she left, only that ‘duty calls’. “We had to fight a powerful fire lord. Fought him in the very bowels of Azeroth!” The mood lightened quite a bit as Horu listened fascinated as always to her tale. After dinner the two moved to the foyer where Horu had prepared a nice fire. Together they cuddled in front of it, wrapped in furs, Melinda’s head rest on his bicep as they lay belly to back watching the fire flicker and pop.

“Horu?”

“Yes mistress?”

“Tell me about your day. I want to know what it’s like to live a normal life.”

“Well, when I wake up I usually make the bed immediately. I head into the kitchen and light the cooking fire so the kettle is nice and hot for me to start breakfast after my bath.” Melinda ‘mmm’ed’ at the thought of Horu bathing.

“Do you put on clothes?”

He chuckled. “Yes, usually.”

Melinda ‘tsk’ed’ at him. “I told you NO clothes around the house! Naughty bull!” she playfully reached back and swatted his rump.

“After breakfast I tend to the garden. My gromsblood is growing nicely; as is the dreamfoil you got me for my 38th birthday. Then after lunch I cut the grass and weed the flower beds. After that, I usually do any housework that needs to be taken care of. Last summer I had to fix the roof. It took me about 4 months, but I got it done.”

“What do you do after dinner?”

“Well, after dishes are done I used to read books, but lately I’ve been sleeping early a bit more.”

“Early bed time?! You ARE old!” she giggled.

Horu shared the chuckle. “Aye, just not as young as I used to be.”

“Awww” she mocked. “You’re probably too old and tired to fool about with your mistress aren’t you?” She turned to look up at him with sad puppy dog eyes, sticking out her bottom lip to complete the charade. Grabbing her head, Horu placed a loving deep kiss on her lips, Melinda melted into him.

“I’m never too tired for my mistress.” He broke off; his hand cupped her breast as he trailed kisses down her neck. She gripped his horns as he began suckling her nipple.

“Oh! Horu! OOoooh! I missed you so much!” She panted, hips grinding against his leg on their own. Horu’s hand slipped from her breast, down her abdomen, to her sex, cupping and rubbing it. “Nnnnf” she grunted, biting down on her bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut. Even after seven long years he knew right where to touch her. His thick thumb rubbing her engorged clit as he slipped his finger deep inside, stirring her juicy pot.

“Onto your back mistress. I wish to pleasure you orally.” Horu almost commanded. Melinda obeyed without hesitation, eagerly awaiting his tongue where his fingers once were. Her excitement was in full display as her juices flowed down her cleft, to dampen the furs below her buttocks. Her heady aroma fogged his brain as it wafted past his nose, forcing his lip to curl a bit. Her flavor was just as exquisite as he remembered. With broad strokes of his tongue he cleaned any trace of her nectar he could find. And when the task was complete, he moved to its source. Melinda whimpered as his thick tongue wormed its way into her vessel. Of all the men she ever knew, only Horu could make her squirm so with his tongue. Plunging his tongue in and out of her, she began to rock her hips against his face, crying out as Horu pushed a thick finger into her anus as he devoured her sex. Her whole body convulsed as her vagina clamped down on his tongue, a powerful gush of fluids squirting out to cover his chin and trickle down his throat. Satisfied he’d done his work, Horu disengaged to allow his mistress a moment’s respite after what must’ve been a wonderful orgasm. Melinda could only stare at the ceiling watching the fireworks go off in her head. Her vision cleared to Horu straddling her chest, his rampant cock lying in the valley between her small breasts, staring at her face. The tip dribbled precum as it bobbed up and down. Taking his cue, she seized his shaft and hungrily stuffed the head of his cock in her maw. Her tongue swirled all over the tip, poking gently into his urethra to scoop up any juices it could find. His juices were always so sweet. Melinda wondered what he did to make it that way. His was the only seed that she would swallow as she found all other males bitter and offensive. Horu’s hands were busy playing with her breasts, tugging on her nipples, taking note of her recent piercing on the left. Gently Horu humped her face; his full balls swaying back and forth, Melinda couldn’t resist seizing them in her hand to roll them around. They were so heavy, she wondered if he even masturbated while she was gone.

Regretfully Horu pulled his cock from his mistress’ mouth; her lips clung to it as it slipped out, her eyes locked with his. He dismounted from her chest and grabbing her thighs, guided her to turn over onto her hands and knees. Lowering her chest and rolling back her hips, she presented Horu with a sight he could never tire of; her tiny bud of an anus and full, pouting pussy were lewdly on display. Horu could feel his lust begin to boil. Taking up his position behind her, he lined up and pushed into her for the first time in years. All the time without sex and her rigorous lifestyle had tightened up the muscles of her vagina making for a snug fit both found delightful. As the tip of his cock met her cervix, it made for the most obscene sounds. Their rutting was slow and passionate, Horu grinded into her rump and she pushed back, attempting to stuff every bit of cock into her. His pace began to pick up, her rump rippling a bit as he pounded into her. Melinda moaned out loud as she rolled her hips back as far as they’d go, great handfuls of the fur they were lying on were clinched in white knuckled hands. Her whole body seized up as she “woofed” in convulsions, her sex grabbing and releasing Horu’s cock from base to tip. Trying to coax his seed into her womb. Horu tried to hold out for as long as he could, but his rhythm became erratic and with a grunt he pulled out his cock and fired a long thick rope of cream across Melinda’s rump and down her back. Two more good sized streamers followed before his cock pulsed to a steady drool of semen down the cleft of her behind. Panting, he rubbed his slowly deflating cock up and down the crack of her behind, using his own seed as lubrication. Savoring in the feel of her soft skin on his member.

Horu, exhausted, fell onto his side, pulling Melinda back into him, cock still planted in the valley of her behind, pinned between them.

“Mmmm, that was delightful as always Horu.”

“Thank you mistress.” He panted.

She grinded back against his member. “Do you think you could do it again?”

“I dunno mistress. I’m pretty tired. I want to...” He explained, out of breath.

“Relax Horu, I’d rather you sleep. We have plenty of time to get to know each other again.”

“But mistress! If you are not satisfied I must…” she stopped him.

“You saved my life today Horu. I think you earned a little respite. Now rest!” She commanded. The amulet on his collar glowed, the first time she’d used its power in over 20 years, and Horu’s eyes began to close. Looking at her now fifty-one year old pet, she couldn’t remember what life was like without him. Placing one last kiss on his now wrinkled nose, she said her thanks to Elune for having him in her life, even if it was just a flicker in her lifetime, it was the happiest she’d ever been.