The World as it Should Be

Chapter 4



Treris licked lazily at Deydis' hardening cock, listening to his humming of approval. His eyes were closed and there was a faint smile on his face as she worked him over. When she slowly drew him into her mouth he began to squirm and groan in excitement. She stopped at his head, and took some time to suck on it, gently at first, but picking up suction quickly, while her tongue teased the tip.



“Sunwell,” he whispered as she sucked more of him in, “that is amazing.”



His encouragement gave her a bit more confidence, and she took him in faster, occasionally brushing her teeth against him. She took him all the way in, the head of his cock brushing her throat, and she sucked on it as she slid her mouth up and down its length.



Deydis moaned, his breath quickened and he began to thrust up into her mouth. She could feel her excitement growing and reached down to stroke her clit. The salty taste of pre cum touched her tongue and she was ready to take him in completely, when her head was suddenly jerked off.



Janarra shoved her tongue down Treris' throat while she roughly stroked her breasts. Treris lay back with the orc on top of her, grinding their pussies against each other. With her earlier arousal it took no time for her to come, shaking and moaning under the orc's assault. Janarra quickly got off her and straddled Deydis, taking his cock inside her and began riding him hard.



The Night Elf lay there, feeling pretty good, but otherwise confused. What had just happened? Did Janarra just decide to jump in her way? Was she annoyed to have been left out? Was that just her way?



She looked at Deydis to see if he could give her any clues. He was focused on Janarra and keeping pace with her, no easy task. In fact she thought she detected a bit of disappointment in him, but she couldn't be sure. He looked like he was enjoying himself, but it seemed different from the enjoyment he had expressed when she had been sucking on him.



She crawled over next to him and kissed him lightly on the ears. He turned his head slightly towards her and she kissed him again on the mouth. She then lay on her side watching them go at it, Jenarra seemingly lost in a frenzy of lust, Deydis focusing on keeping up his rhythm with hers. But occasionally she thought she saw him giving her quick glances.







Hours later, the rain had stopped and the sun was coming up. Steam rose from the ground and plants as the air became heated. Treris stepped out of the cave, feeling exhausted, worn out, but eminently satisfied. She had never had such intense sex before, nor for so long. Ripper stepped out next to her and sniffed the air of the morning.



Deydis and Janarra stepped out behind her, the orc all business and ready to go, the elf lazilly taking in the morning air. They summoned their mounts, she on an impressive Frost wolf that growled menacingly at Ripper, and he on a large bird with purple feathers.



Jenarra held out her hand and Treris took it. The orc nodded her head with respect, shook her hand, and then took off. Deydis lingered for a moment and smiled down at her before leaning over to give her another kiss.



“I'll be seeing you,” he whispered into her ear, and then took off after the orc.



Treris summoned her own riding cat, and went down the road towards Hemet's camp.





BAM!



Ripper jumped again and then looked at her annoyed for making loud noises near him. Treris cursed, seeing that she had missed the target again. She readjusted the gun and took her time setting up the aim, lining the shot and pulled the trigger.



BAM!



This time she got closer, but still was missing the target. She lowered the gun and rubbed her shoulder where she braced the gun, swearing under her breath. She had expected to be able to figure out the device quickly when Hemet gave it to her, but she found it more difficult than she had anticipated. It was completely different from a bow and arrow, or even a cross bow. It had a kickback she was still trying to get used to, a larger range and a different loading system. She needed to be able to load and shoot fast, but even just hitting the target was proving to be a trial.



“You're over compensating for the wind and gravity.”



She turned abruptly and saw Deydis was sitting on a rock behind her. He had not spoken a word to her since that night in the cave, now a whole month before. That she had expected, since Alliance and Horde officially do not mix. Now that they were out in the wild, and away from prying eyes, she supposed he felt it was ok to talk to her.



He sauntered over to her and put his arms around her from behind, showing her how to hold the gun. She felt a sudden heat at his contact but managed to keep her demeanor. She took a couple of shots under his guidance and quickly found he had been right. Even though she didn't need his absolute guidance, he stayed pressed up behind her, whispering suggestions in her ear. His hot breath aroused her incredibly, as did his hands as they started to wander to her waist and trace fine circles on her stomach.



“Can I ask you something?” she said in a strained voice.



“Mmmm,” he breathed against her ear, “anything.”



“What happened when Janarra pulled me off you?”



He seemed momentarily taken aback by the question and looked at her in surprise. She turned her head and looked him straight in the eyes. It was something that had bothered her since that night, Janarra had seemed to be angry or annoyed, and she wanted to know if this was true or just her imagination.



Deydis smiled her her a bit ruefully and said, “I think she gets jealous if she thinks I'm having more fun with another woman.”



“And were you?” she asked quietly and instantly regretted it. He wouldn't give her an honest answer, he would tell her it was the most amazing suck he had ever had and he desired more. He was that type after all. She shouldn't have cared anyways, but strangely did. Ever since that night she had thought about it often, and found her thoughts more drifted to him. She still desired Janarra, but found she wanted him more.



He smiled, but seemed to read the doubt in her eyes and so didn't answer at first. He gently kissed her on the neck and up her ear, his arms holding her closer to his body.



“It was...more pleasant than the hard ride I got. Don't get me wrong, I like a good hard fuck, but it is nice to now and then take it a little slower, and you were doing a wonderful job.”



It sounded honest, she thought. She sighed and put her hand over his.



“Is she angry with me?”



“Well, she won't kill you over it, and if she has the opportunity she won't say no to a bit of fun. Orcs just like to be in control,” he sighed, “I suspect she fears another woman will take me away.”



“She loves you.”



“Maybe,” he said with a shrug, “its hard to tell with her, being both an orc and a warrior. She isn't used to letting her feelings show.”



“Do you love her?”



He smiled against her ear, “I've known her for awhile, and I would absolutely consider her a friend. Maybe I do. I certainly haven't had the desire to leave her yet. So long as I can pursue my own pleasure.”



As he said this, his hands were deftly undoing the buckles of her tunic. She helped him pull it off and turned to face him, meeting him in a kiss. It was soft and gentle, perhaps even restrained. He kissed her neck and licked at her ear while she undid the clasps on his jacket. She kissed him on the shoulder and ran her open mouth against his bare skin. He hummed in approval and began work on her pants. She kicked her boots off and pulled her trousers off and he did the same.



Treris lowered herself to her knees right in front of him and took his cock in her hands, stroking it gently. He leaned back against a boulder and closed his eyes in contentment. It grew in her hands and she began giving it quick licks, at first just around the head, and then up and down the length. She gave his balls a light tickle and he groaned in approval.



She took his head into her mouth, and created a seal with her lips, sucking on it while teasing it with her tongue. Then she slowly drew him in, as she had before when they had been interrupted. It wasn't long before he was rocking his hips to her, breathing hard and giving her desperately whispered praise. When she tasted the first cum she licked it up quickly, savoring the taste, not unlike Night Elf men she thought, just a hint of something else. In a few moments, he spasmed and the first great burst filled her mouth, followed by another, and another, each smaller than the last. Deydis gave out a great cry when he came into her mouth and writhed, only held up by the rock at his back.



After a few minutes, he pulled her off and sank down to the ground, breathing heavily, his eyes closed in a blissful after glow. She crawled up to him and settled in his lap, her head against his shoulder while he stroked her shoulder, still lost in his own world.



“Thank you,” he said breathlessly after a few more moments, “That was...”



She crawled up to him and kissed him, sharing with him his taste. He sucked hungrily at her mouth laid her down onto the grass. They lay there, pressed against each other, writhing, kissing and moaning in pleasure. Soon he was ready again and was thrusting into her fast and hard and she rocked into him, matching his speed. She wrapped her legs around his ribs, letting him in as deep as possible and they moved in a perfect rhythm.



“By Elune,” she gasped, feeling her orgasm bubbling up, “Deydis!”



He gave out a strangled cry as he thrust into her hard, spilling his seed into her. She followed quickly after, relishing the sensation of him giving himself up inside of her. He collapsed onto her and she wrapped her arms around him, stroking his back gently as they both came down from the high. Eventually Deydis rolled off of her, but still they lay there together, silent except for their hard breathing.



“So,” he said after a few minutes, “that's how you shoot a gun.”



She looked at him and then broke out laughing. He took her in his arms and they lay together on the jungle floor talking and laughing for a long time.



Off in the distance, a figure watched them.