Tryst

Ok, so... This chapter has actually be finished for about, oh... 3 weeks. WAIT DON'T KILL ME YET!.... I've been sitting on it, waiting, because a friend of mine was supposed to go over it for a beta read, but he's being incredibly slow and lazy about it. (love him, regardless). So just so you're aware, this chapter is COMPLETELY raw. And whenever he gets around to actually looking at this chapter for me, I'll be editing it thusly. I just figured, since you all were starting to get impatient with me (for good reason!) I'd give you what I have =) The edited chapter shouldn't be TOO different.. at the most, I'd say just a few lines changed, maybe a little extra exposition - nothing too drastic. But feel free to re-read it once it's edited and done. Enjoy!

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“Shoosh, Atal,” her voice was light, whispered in the shell of my ear, making the hot water around me feel frigid and arctic in comparison, “We don't want the entire Inn coming down on us.”

My ears perked then, and I shifted ever so slightly in the tub. The water lapped at my skin, sending goosebumps up to my neck, “Oh? What ya be plannin' den, Elf?”

She snorted, and it made me smile, despite the danger to my throat, “Always the one-track mind with you, Troll. How have you managed to survive intact all these years?”

My fingers twitched, wanting to press against my missing eye, but I thought better of it. Even though she was apparently in an amiable mood, the dagger was still pressed against my skin, and I didn't feel like agitating the possibility of a homicidal action. Besides, I could sense her, feel her slip from behind me, rounding to the side of the tub. Her free hand trailed in her wake, the fingertips brushing ever so gently against my neck and shoulder, the tips of her mostly-blunt nails making my already pebbled skin sting in anticipation. I heard the leather of her armor creaking as she shifted, and from the limited view I had beneath the wash cloth, I could see a perfectly rounded hip shift up onto the rim of the bathtub. I smiled to myself; this could hold promise. I felt her switch hands, the left gripping the dagger, the right resting against the far side of the bath.

Yes... There was more promise in this situation than I could have ever hoped for.

I swallowed, feigning worry, “Well... I guess cuz I so cute?”

She laughed at that, throaty and low, and tapped the flat of the blade against my chin, “Yes, I suppose I'll have to give you that, Atal. In fact...” her voice trailed off, and I felt the heat of her stare raking across my exposed chest, “That's not all I'm going to give you.”

I felt her start, her arm stiffen, affected by the sudden grin that spread across my face, “Not if I beetcha' to it.” And with a lightning quick snatch and tug, the Elf went sideways into the bath with me, her nose pressed against my lower belly, her legs dangling over the rim. Water sloshed uselessly against the wood floor. I sat a little straighter, pulling the cloth from eyes so I could take in the view.

The Elf pushed herself up; her hand slipped against the sudsy bottom and her head went under again. I laughed loudly, watching as she struggled with getting a grip. She had dropped the dagger somewhere in transition, so both hands were scrambling for purchase. Eventually she just drug her entire body into the bath with me, and she managed to right herself. That long, wavy green hair was plastered to her skull and face like a silken mask, dripping and heavy. She coughed, sputtering, and I pushed the heavy weight of her hair away from her eyes. She was glaring, and I was still laughing.

“You bastard! Now I have to set my leathers so they don't shrink!”

I shook my head at her, still snickering, attempting to slick the hair back on her skull. Her ears were drooping with increased agitation. “Don't make dat face, Elfy. Ya give yaself wrinkles.”

She sneered at me, her lips pursing she was so mad, but it only gave me a strange tickle in my chest. Right then, in her indignation, I could see the girl she was. And even though she may not have willed it or planned it to go the way it had, I now had the woman she was in my very lap.

“So why ya come here, girly? Ya wantin' yer head on a pike?”

She huffed and leaned back against the opposite rim of the tub, propping one of her still booted feet up by my shoulder, “Hardly. I was planning on a clever seduction of your oh-so-slick person, but you went and screwed that up. Thank you very much, by the way.”

I hummed, and without a concern started unlacing her boots. She did not protest, and soon I had the soggy thing pulled from her foot. I pressed my thumb into the arch of her slender little extremity, and felt her toes curl in appreciation, “Who say ya gots ta be clever ta seduce ole' Atal, eh? It be common knowledge I be an easy one, mon.”

She snorted at that, and began work on the front laces of her body suit, “Yes, well, I had figured that part out earlier. Perhaps I just needed a delusional boost to my ego. Goddess knows our last attempt was a complete failure.”

I, in turn, was working on the corset lacing down by her knees, tugging on the leather strings impatiently, “I wouldn't call it a failure, mon. Ya left me pretty distracted.”

The Elf chuckled, and she started to squirm around. I realized it was because she was trying to pry the wet leather off of her upper body. She was having a hell of a time with it, too, “C'mere, Elfy. We get those leathers taken care of first.”

I slipped from the tub first, not at all uncomfortable with the way her bright, gold eyes leered up and down my body. I stretched to my full height; a bit of fan service, I know, but I felt the show was warranted. I took her hand and helped her from the water as well, guiding her into the bedroom where my own armor lay on the rack. I removed it, and together, we stripped her down to nothing. It was rather clinical, the way we moved. Sure, I wont lie to you; I took a blatant look now and again, but her armor was really something special, and as a leather wearer myself, I knew that replacing it would be near to impossible. Besides, I didn't feel like getting bitched at later for wrecking it.

I had just secured the last piece when I noticed a shiver in her arm. Upon further inspection, I saw that she had goosebumps all over her little body; her skin was tight, her nipples hard and pointed outward. I felt sympathy for her – the Hinterlands were naturally chilly due to the high capped cliffs and the coolness of the ocean ways, not to mention the Innkeeper here in the village could hardly be bothered to provide his rooms with suitable heating. Oh, sure, there were hearths in every room, but you had to go out and gather wood for it on your own. Then pay a substantial cleaning fee after you checked out. And lets just say that I have a certain level of laziness in my bones that makes me prefer to use a few extra blankets rather than go chop firewood in the middle of the night.

Wordlessly, I slipped my hand into hers brought her back to the bath closet. She curled her nose when she saw the water, “You can't expect me to get back into that. It's filthy.”

“'Course not,” I snorted, and reached in to pull the drain plug. The water glugged as the copper basin emptied, taking all the sludge and travel dirt with it. I restarted the tap, splashing handfuls of water along the sides and bottom to flush out an lingering filth, and soon I had the tub filling again. This time I kept the water at a near scalding temperature, sure that she would appreciate the soak. I watched her as she sat on the rim of the tub, trailing her fingertips across the surface. Her skin turned a darker shade of lavender, so I knew the water was plenty hot, but she didn't complain.

There was no awkward movements this time around; my hands slid to her shoulders, down her arms and across her lap. She tilted her face upward, our mouths meeting slowly, finding the best angle to fit comfortably together. We had some issues with my tusks, but eventually an equilibrium was found, and I felt her sigh against my kisses.

I drew away, reaching down to lift her dainty little feet. I swung her legs around the edge of the bath, dipping her small toes in, listening to her gasp from the sudden change in temperature. Slowly I let her grow accustomed to the water, easing her legs in inch by slow inch. She shivered several times, heavy shudders making her whole body move. I, in turn, took to running my palms up and down the tops of her thighs, the sides of her calves in an effort to relax her. I don't know how long it took to get her into the bath, but by the time she did, she looked about ready to melt into a boneless, contended puddle. She rest with her head against the indented slope, submerged all the way up to her chin. I could see her body perfectly, long and lean and flushed beneath the glassy surface of the water.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Her voice was hardly above a mumble, she was so deep into her relaxed, almost sleepy daze. I grinned, and moved to the far end of the bath.

Reaching into the water I grasped her feet again, pulling them up to make room for my much larger body. The water level rose several inches, lapping at the very top of the tub. I rested comfortably on the bottom, and propped her heels up on my shoulders. She smiled, her eyes closed, as I pressed my cheek to the side of her foot, rubbing like a giant cat.

She cracked one eye open, the light inside of them dimmed, her voice a lazy drawl, “So what happened, anyway?” she asked, and I cocked my head in confusion. To clarify, she lifted her other foot, dragging the pad of her big toe from my brow, down to the middle of my cheek where a thin, but deep scar sat, illustrating the loss of my right eye. I smiled, genuinely this time, and nibbled on the foot I still held captive before answering her.

“Was ten years ago. Got a leetle drunk, started pawin' up a woman,” I paused, noticing the frown pulling on her lips and it made me laugh, “Trust me, Elfy, I wasn't forcin' her. Ya couldn't force a Troll 'oman if ya try.” The words seemed to comfort her, and I felt her relax a bit more; me dragging my fingertips up and down her calf helped too, I'm sure, “We was both pretty tipsy, and da tipsy turned inta' 'er tusk in mah eye.”

She winced, making a face, “And the scar?”

I shrugged, gave her toe a nip, “Da Healers hadta cut me open ta clean out da dirt and 'tings. Wasn' all dat bad.”

She snorted, “Says you.” She shifted then, pulling her foot away from me to dangle her legs over the edge of the bath. I watched her through my good eye, the way her eye lids were drooping, leering at me. She lifted her arms then, dripping and flushed, “Come over here.”

With a sly grin, I obliged.

The water felt like silk between us, sloshing over the rim of the tub as I went to her. Her legs hitched up on my hips, wrapping around me as best as the small bath would accommodate. I kissed her again, moving my lips around her mouth, touching the corners, the edges, making them part in soft little breaths. I kissed a slow path toward her neck and ear, flicking the tiny hoop earring in the lobe, breathing hotly into the shell of it, “So when ya figure out who I be?”

The question, I had assumed, would shock her. But no, my Elfy just chuckled, slipping her wet fingers through my hair, nibbling on my jaw, “When I saw your scars. There isn't another set like them in all the world.”

I pulled back then, giving her a squinting look, “Ya be checkin' out otha' Troll bodies in mah absence?”

She laughed at me, tracing her fingertips over the swirling designs on my chest and shoulder, “Hardly. I don't think there's a single, self respecting Troll in the whole world that would strip on my command, even for the sake of slaking curiosity,” she shot me a pointed look, a grin still tugging the corners of that luscious, tempting mouth, “I thought perhaps the reason was because of your little bullshit story about the possession mark. Other Trolls seem quite agitated by my presence.”

I shrugged, reaching up to brush a fingertip across her shoulder where there was still a pale, faint mark of teeth. It was where I had bitten her, all those years ago. It was hardly noticeable, unless you knew what you were looking for, “Da hair ain't no sign o' possession. But it is plain dat it belonged to a Troll. Dey'd steer clear a ya outta respect fo' what one a der own consider an ally.” I plucked the weaved braid up off of her shoulder, rolling the handcrafted beads between my fingertips, “So why ya not mad at me?”

She looked at me, thoughtful for a time, turning the answer over in her head. For a minute I thought she wasn't going to answer, but just when I was about to repeat the question, she spoke, “Because it seemed pointless after a while. Not to say I did not take some frustration out on you. Kicking those rocks at your face was a struggle, you know. But in the long run, quite cathartic.”

I couldn't help it; I laughed, loudly, and slid down in the tub to rest my cheek against her chest. She chuckled as well, wrapping her arms around me.

“We be a match made in Heaven, Elfy. Ya know dat, right?”

Her fingers slid into my hair, dragging from my neck, upwards, “This is true. No one else in the world would be crazy enough to pursue either of us.”

“Not unless dey wanted da headache of a lifetime.” I laughed again as she slapped my shoulder indignantly, and I leaned up, kissing the tip of her little snub of a nose, “Whatchoo say we move dis to da bedroom. I gots lots a ways to show ya how I missed ya.”

Her eyes flared at the suggestion, her smart-ass smirk turning into something more feral, and she nodded. In true spoiled Night Elf fashion, she waited until I had climbed from the tub and held her arms out, silently expecting me to carry her. I should have laughed. I should have left her there. But no, I was a sucker and thinking with my already half-erect dick, so I did what she wanted.

Naked and dripping wet, I drew her up into my arms, carrying her like a baby or a new bride, and made my way back to the bedroom. The room was chilly, so as quickly as I could I deposited my prize on the bed, nearly stuffing her beneath the blankets. She shivered and scooted toward the wall, inviting me in with her. I very nearly jumped beneath the covers, giddy as a welp, and my mouth immediately fastened to her throat, gnawing playfully. She laughed, pushing me away halfheartedly as we struggled and rolled beneath the sheets.

Our hands began to wander, turning from delightful play into something more intimate. My fingers played along her ribs, down across her hip bones, petting her still damp skin. I marveled at the changes in her, the swelling of her hips and bosom, the way her age had made her fill. Gone was the girlish, lanky limbs, replaced by luscious curves and supple places for me to dig my fingers in. She cooed beneath me, curling and stretching and shifting like a cat in a sunbeam. I think, if it were physically possible, she would have actually started purring, the look in her eyes were so intense.

“Ya be da death a me, Elfy.” I hissed at her, pressing open mouthed kisses to her belly and down. She chuckled, the sound deep and soft, her own hands sliding up and down my arms. As I moved, her thighs began to spread, opening to me, and I took a deep breath to steady myself before plunging down.

The taste of her alone was enough to make me dizzy, thick and sharp, rolling across my tongue like fire. I closed my eye, sliding my tongue around her out lips and between, gripping her legs to keep her still when she began to roll her hips toward me. The little mewls and noises she made spurred me on, making my cock twitch to fullness. I spread her with my thumbs then, and pushed my tongue inside. She squealed, her long fingers gripping the bed sheets and her back arched. She wasn't nearly close to cumming for me, so I took to my task with a lazy sort of glee, contented to lick her and tease as long as I possibly could. Before long I switched my tactics, moving my mouth up to her throbbing clit, pushing my thumb into her, barely giving her a taste of what she wanted. The Elf whimpered at me, grinding into the mattress.

“Don't tease me, Atal. We don't have all night!” she pouted, her voice a mix between that of a wanton woman and a petulant child. I pushed my thumb in to the last knuckle, and bit her inner thigh as punishment. She yipped, and I grinned at her.

“Ya keep up da bossy attitude, an' I keep ya here till sunup.”

Her hand slid into my hair, and she licked her lips, “Promises, promises.”

“Don' tempt me.” I growled, and push my thumb in all the way, deeply satisfied when her eye lids fluttered closed, and her breath caught in her throat.

Fucking her like this, with my hands alone, was an experience I hadn't thought to entertain again. Before she had taken to it with a shy sort of zeal, but now, now she exposed herself fully and completely. She opened up to me and drew my finger in, her own hand reaching down to mine, feeling the way I penetrated her. The sensation seemed to fuel her more, and I felt her insides give a shudder, the wetness surrounding my digit increasing a great deal. My mouth latched back onto her, my thumb sliding in and out with slickened ease.

All at once she was cumming for me, sharp jerks of her muscles squeezing around my knuckle, her smell taking over every other sense available to me. Her fingers clenched in my hair, pulling on it, taking strands out as she bit her lip, struggling in vain to keep her cries silent. All the while her hips pushed and rolled, trying to get me to fuck her harder, faster, to draw it out for her. I did the best I could, twisting my hand around so I could press against her upper walls with the tip of my thumb, making her jaw clench tight, wringing sobs and whimpers from her as she struggled so hard to hold onto the sensation.

Then she collapsed, panting like an arena fighter, her lower body giving little twitches, her thighs trembling. I kissed one, softly, darting my tongue out for a quick taste of the sweat that was gathering on her skin. She shuddered from the touch, pulling on my arms, urging me up to her. I slid along her boneless body, dragging the tip of my cock along her exposed cunt, grinning wickedly when she gasped, her hands flexing on my upper arms. I braced myself above her, staring down at her flushed cheeks, her sweat dampened brow, the way her long, curly hair was clinging to her cheeks and forehead. The look on her face was completely open, and all I could see there was an unending amount of want, of pure, raw need. Her limbs trembled, and she pet my face with her fingertips, asking me with animalistic sounds to come to her, to kiss her, to touch and stroke and taste her again.

As soon as our lips brushed, the wood from the room door exploded inward. I jerked away from her, my hands immediately going toward my weapons on the dressing table, when I noticed that there was a foot through my door.

A long, two-towed blue foot. I also noticed that said foot was struggling to pull back out of the hole it had made. There was also bitching and complaining from another person behind the owner of the foot. A distinctly female, Orcish voice.

I groaned, and turned to tell the Elf to move her ass, but I found the bed empty, and the window open. The rack where we had lain out her armor was empty. The only evidence she was even there was a lingering scent of the ocean, and that too was fading away with the cool breeze blowing in.