Addiction

Three months later...

Her lips clasped sweetly around his cock, her delicate pink tongue darting out to lap at the engorged head, fluttering over the tip and sampling the precum drooling from it as he groaned his appreciation. Her eyes bored into his and without warning she slid her mouth down the length of him, tongue furiously working the shaft as her hands helped along. All he could hear was the low hum of pleasure as she suckled him, pumping her wet mouth eagerly over him, her breasts softly brushing against him, hardened nipples grazing his thighs. Her hot mouth clasped him tightly, the short and messy tuft of downy white hair atop her head swaying before him as she worked his enormous shaft, and with another groan of pleasure he felt it, the orgasm approaching, his cock throbbing in reaction, the cum rushing forth to spill into her eager mouth as she moaned in delight-

-and he woke with a start, sitting upright on the stone slab he had made into a makeshift bed, his breath misting in the air before him as he panted, body shuddering with reaction. Three months it had been since that night, the night he had quietly packed his belongings and traveled to the Exodar to request a reassignment. He couldn't stay there, not after the events that had transpired in the small pod he called home. It had been an act of mercy, he told himself, and when the offer came to secure a small watchpost in Winterspring, just outside of Darkwhisper Gorge, he'd gratefully taken it. He had needed time to think, and time to get away. And Winterspring was as far away as he could get at that time.

In time, he thought of her less and less, and the more he dutifully studied the Light and all of its intricacies from the three large tomes he had brought with him, the less he thought of her. This, this was right, this was what he needed - to absolve himself in service to his people, and to forget the regretful transgression that had occurred. Pleasant as it may have been, there was still something incorrect about it, something that tugged at the back of his mind that he couldn't quite pin down - and he had no intention of letting his body's wanton desires lead him to more...errors in judgement.

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts once more of the heated dream that still haunted his vision - it had seemed so real he could have sworn she was there, just out of the corner of his eye, watching him with that look of hers. But a careful survey of the cave he called home showed no trace of a visitor, blood elf or otherwise. Which was as it should be.

And he took one of the tomes back to bed with him, and read until his eyes were tired enough to shut again of their own accord, and slept. This time, he did not dream.

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And in the town of Everlook, a pale white hand gave over a sizable amount of gold to a nonchalant goblin who pointed the way to the delicate creature before him. Emerald eyes regarded him cautiously, measuring the relative truth that the creature spoke, and satisfied, she turned and went on her way, mounting one of the odd birds her people preferred to ride and heading out, the snow softly crunching under the feet of the creature.

The goblin shook his head, watching her go and pocketing the gold. Her business with the person he'd given her directions to was no business of his - and that draenei looked as if he could use some spice of some sort - be it a fight or...something else that the little creature didn't really want to ponder for too long - the last time he'd come through Everlook the draenei had been, as always, pale and reserved. And boring.

The goblin grinned as an early morning blizzard began to fall, the flurries muffling the quiet sounds of the town. Either way, he'd be damned if he turned down an easy profit.