The Price of Love

Chapter 6
Gamble

Erllok glared at the tauren standing before him outside the tent used to hold slaves awaiting to be sold. He had made it to Gadgetzan early that morning; he’d hardly slept as he trekked the desert throughout the mercilessly cold night, and his patience was running thin.
“I paid you a decent bribe mon and so far you be given me worthless information, tell me something useful or I be takin my money back and a piece of your hide.” threatened Erllok.
“I told you what I know; there are no night elves going up for sale today.” replied the tauren.
“And I told you mon… I not lookin for a slave to buy. I want to know if any purple night elves wit green hair be seen in dis damned city.”
Erllok could barely keep himself from growling he was so frustrated. He had been trying to bribe information out of this particular tauren for what seemed like an hour but in actuality had only been a few minutes. Then a strange and familiar voice chided Erllok from behind.
“What have I told ye about bribbin de tauren, even in dis filth dey be clingin to dey honor. A goblin be de one te bribe me brudder.”
Erllok turned and was met with a rush of renewed hope and relief as he looked upon his elder sister. Like Erllok she had pale blue skin, and long green hair tied in a top knot with an array of cascading braids and decorative beads. Her amber eyes lit up as she smiled to her kin. She had a round face and a pair of sharp albeit petite tusks jutting from her lips. Erllok embraced her warmly and she returned the gesture in turn.
“What you doin in dis place Erllaya?” he asked.
“I jus had eh feelin.” she winked mischievously.
Erllok shrugged, he knew his sister well enough that she always had a reason for whatever she did. Erllaya was a powerful shaman who often disappeared for months at a time to commune with the elements. Erllaya led her brother away from the slave enclosure and towards the local tavern.
Music played and a trio of scantily dressed female blood elves danced for the entertainment of their patrons. A group consisting of an orc, two goblins, and a dim witted looking ogre sat in the far back playing some sort of high stakes card game. Erllaya led her brother to a side table set off away from the crowd.
“So tell me brudder, what hav ye got yeself into dis time? I had a vision you had gotten ill.”
“Ill? I think ya premonitions be getting outta wack dear sis.”
“So do tell me den, what has led ye to dis murloc shit of a city?”
Erllock chuckled, amused at how ridiculous his reason was about to sound to his sister.
“A night elf I met in de thousand needles region… pretty thing, but he got himself in a bad predicament; I felt sorry for de guy and figured I should be de one te save him.”
Erllaya didn’t laugh as he had expected; she simply nodded her head as if his statement had confirmed something.
“I was right, me brudder is ill, very very ill... You fallen for de elf eh? Love be a sickness of de worst kind.”
It was at her last statement that Erllaya chuckled over her own ironic amusement.
“Love? Hold a minute mon, nobody said nothing about love, I jus be tryin to do a good thing.” retorted Erllok embarrassed at his sister’s accusation.
Erllaya shrugged as she completely dismissed her brother’s argument.
“You be in love even if ye don’t accept it yet… my runes don’t lie, dey sey my brudder be finding love, and dat love might get him in trouble, so I come to make sure you don’t screw up.”
Erllok scoffed in embarrassment and got up from the table.
“Whateva sis, I got important things ta do now. What ya runes got te sey bout dat?”
Erllaya brought out a pouch from her belt and emptied the contents on the table. The runes lay out carelessly seeming and Erllaya studied them a moment before looking back to Erllok, her expression turned grave.
“Your mate is hurt…”
Erllok turned and ran out of the tavern, leaving his sister behind as he charged back toward the slave tent. There he saw a goblin arguing with a tauren who held a leash that was attached to a draenei slave that appeared to be missing a horn. The look in her eyes was nearly feral, and the tauren holding her occasionally glanced at her with a look of… what was it?... pity? Erllok was now close enough to make out the argument.
“I told ya already Moondewa! We don’t take back merchandise, especially damaged goods!” snapped the goblin.
“Technically she escaped from you, so technically you should at least offer a monetary reward. Wazaki will kill her if I bring her back and have no money.”
“Wazaki doesn’t scare me! I’m a leader among the cartel.” growled the goblin.
“So what we have here mon?” remarked Erllok as he approached.
The tauren looked to Erllok and sized him up, “My master has sent me to sell this girl and come back with a worthy profit.”
“Well I be sorry to disappoint you but I be on a mission and I don’t need a slave.”
The draenei looked at Erllok with eyes not truly focused and as if something suddenly sparked her consciousness she suddenly leapt up onto Erllok and attacked him, clawing at him with her hands and hissing wildly. The look on her face was pure rage and emptiness. The tauren looked panic stricken as he managed to hold her tight and force her off. The goblin scoffed at the savage display and left them without a care.
“Forgive her!” he gasped as he fought to control her, “it is not her fault, it was a troll who destroyed her and I fear she may never again be sane after the night she endured.”
“A troll ya say?” mumbled Erllok as he took a moment to collect himself and get up off the dry sandy ground.
“Why ya defendin her? I thought alliance races were jus here for sport?” Erllok knew something was amiss, this tauren seemed far too sympathetic.
“I know what it’s like to be stripped of honor, I am servant to a terrible master who’s cruelty knows no bounds. His cruelty over the years has forced my conscience to awaken after long years of neglect. I’ve done terrible things myself… but the troll known as Wazaki, he makes my blood run cold at the things he does. This girl was victim to his cruelties last night as was another, a young night elf who I fear might soon end up like her.”
“A night elf ye sey?” Erllok felt the pit of his stomach knot up.
“My poor pointy-earred brudder, I hope it’s not him...” he thought silently but despite his hope, deep down his instinct said otherwise.
“Here.” he said to the tauren as he tossed the tauren half his gold, “That be enough to please your master I hope, let de draenei go.”
The tauren took the gold then lowered his head in silent thanks. He then looked to his savage draenei and gently stroked the side of her face with his huge hand.
“Forgive me…” he whispered.
In a sudden blur of movement, Erllok stepped back as the tauren lurched and with one hand on the draenai’s face he swiftly jerked her around, a sickening crack and she collapsed lifelessly into the tauren’s embrace.
Erllok looked shocked and even outraged as the tauren cradled the dead draenei in his arms, her neck completely broken.
“Forgive me troll, I didn’t want to, but from one warrior to another, no warrior wants to live in shame as a broken toy, the only mercy I could grant her is a quick death, I pray the spirits grant her peace. Even if that goblin had taken her, I had some poison I would have slipped her.”
Erllok nodded his head to the grief stricken tauren then walked off to leave the tauren in peace. However, he did not wander far; instead he hid behind a kart of produce across the street and watched as the tauren carried the draenei down a back alley. A tauren in Gadgetzan who pitied draenei and worked hard not to incur the wrath of his master on himself nor others was rather peculiar. Using his innate skills as a rogue Erllok followed the tauren unseen and unheard hoping he might lead Erllok to he druid.
The tauren took the draenai’s body just outside the city walls to a graveyard and buried her beneath the sand, marking her mound with a firebloom that had sprouted nearby. The tauren stood silently for a moment or two then wandered back into the city.
Erllok followed him to a large estate fortified within its own walls. He watched the tauren enter and reached into his pouch for a small vial of violet liquid which he uncorked and brought to his lips. After taking a swig of the violet liquid he felt his body tingle and then a sudden chill followed by radiating warmth. Erllok walked up to the large adobe estate and entered through a window.
None of the tauren or goblin guards took any notice to Erllok, why would they? To the guards Erllok may as well have been a ghost, for he strode invisibly through the estate. Wazaki was not at home, security was light and the compound quiet. Wazaki had already gone into the city to collect debts owed to him from gambling.
Erllok wandered from one room to the next, the den was empty but a mess. The kodo hide rug was stained with beer, blood, and other rather questionable fluids. Erllok peered into the kitched where a goblin woman worked at cleaning a wild boar. He looked into the guard room and then he wandered down a longer hall towards the master bedroom. Inside he could smell blood and sex and again he felt his guts churn in dread.
“Oh my poor pointy-earred brudder, hang on I gonna save ya.” he whispered to himself.
Erllok then turned into another hall, this one less well lit. He paused upon hearing footsteps and then watched as the tauren named Moondewa emerged from a room and lumbered the opposite end of the hall. A sudden rush of goosebumbs and a chill followed by a sudden sensation of normalcy tolf Erllok his invisibility potion had worn off. Paying little attention to his loss of stealth, Erllok tried to enter the room that the tauren had exited but it appeared locked. Erllok peered into the barred window of the door and felt a wave of relief as he noted the night elf sitting on the crude bed, his face in his hands as he sat hunched over.
“Kyrien!” whispered Erllok.
Kyrien sat up straight and his eyes darted to the door, his thoughts were a mix of “Why? How? Is it?” and “Thank Goodness!” Kyrien scurried to the door but his body was still badly sore and he suddenly lost his balance and collapsed to the floor.
“Kyrien?” Erllok’s tone was thick with concern.
Kyrien got back up quickly and winced in pain as he limped to the door. Erllok reached through the bars to run his hands through Kyrien’s soft green hair.
“Dat bastard hurt you?”
The look in Kyrien’s starlight eyes was answer enough and Erllok felt a powerful rage boil within him.
“Don’t worry mon, I get you out of dere.”
Kyrien looked to Erllok feeling relief but suddenly his eyes lit up in alarm.
“Behind You!” he yelped.
Erllok had forgotten that his invisibility potion had worn off. Behind him, Moondewa had returned with Kyrien’s food and before Erllok could react, delivered a powerful blow to the troll’s head. Erllok heard Kyrien call out his name as darkness took hold of him.

Erllok awoke to being dragged by his feet out into the hot desert sand. He looked up to see the burly back of the tauren who was dragging him. Erllok squirmed and the tauren dropped his legs and turned to tower over him.
“So it’s ok for ya te ‘save’ ya draenei but I can’t save my elf?” retorted Erllok.
The tauren gave a heavy sigh.
“Best you be grateful I did not kill you on the spot. If it had been anyone else you’d have been dead already. As for your elf, if you want to save him might I suggest you think first. How far do you think you would get with an injured elf in the desert during the day with all the city’s guards after you?”
Erllok stood up and dusted himself off.
“You have a better idea mon?”
“The guards here are all afraid of Wazaki but most of them are goblins and above anything, goblins value money. Challenge Wazaki to a gamble, he’ll not refuse for he can not resist. Gamble for your elf and do it someplace public. Wazaki will cheat, try to catch him in the act; if you manage this, I’m sure the goblins will turn on him, especially since many of them were unknowingly cheated into debt by the troll in the first place. Without his minions, you stand a better chance to save your elf. You must also plan to escape by night. There is a harbor, to the east of this city past some ancient troll ruins. Get to the harbor, buy yourself passage to Booty Bay, it’s a goblin port but one that is still neutral to alliance and horde. You two could be safe there.”
“You seem to have put a lot of thought into dis…” Erllok quirked his eyebrow, studying the tauren, then the tauren nodded to the side where from behind the gallows Erllaya stepped out.
“Sis?”
“Ya left so fas ya didna listen to my uder words. I met Moondewa las night at de tavern when he was drinkin his heart out. He told me bout dis Wazaki and we talked about his influence in dis city.”
Erllok smirked at his sister, “Fair enough, I’ll see if I can’t make dis plan work. When be da best time to propose de gamble?”
“Tonight you can come to the estate, my master always opens his home to the ruffians who are loyal to him, just play along like you’re another wannabe gang member and offer up the challenge.” replied Moondewa.
Erllok nodded, “Very well Mon but dat bastard betta not touch my elf.”
Erllaya stepped up, “Don’t be foolish brudder, you can’t be givin away ya sentiments to da elf, ya might blow ya cova. Whateva happens you best be not showin ya feelins.”
Erllok took a heavy sigh, he knew his sister was right.
“Very well Mon.”
“I have to get back now, I’ll try to pass along the plan to your elf when Wazaki isn’t looking.”
Moondewa turned and headed back to the city.
Erllok turned to his sister and smiled sadly.
“Where would I be wit out ya?” he teased.
Erllaya smirked, “Don’t worry brudder, you’ll be in dat elf’s sweet ass in no time.”
Erllok actually blushed at his sister’s bold remark but he smiled in spite of it, underneath it all, he was deathly worried about Kyrien; his sister was merely trying to cheer him up and he appreciated her concern.
“Ok sis, I got an elf te save.”
Erllok waved to his sister and ran back towards the city. Erllaya stood in the hot sand for a moment, watching her brother run off then she turned to the east and wandered off in the direction of the harbor to make arrangements.

A couple hours later, Kyrien was pacing his room, worried as to the fate of Erllok, when the door to his room slowly crept open. Kyrien paused, his heart raced as Moondewa lumbered into his room. Moondewa held up his hands and gestured for Kyrien to be quiet and to sit down. Kyrien would not sit but he did stay silent and wait for the tauren to explain himself.
“Your troll, Erllok will save you but we need you to play along tonight. Do not give any indication that you are familiar with him. Is that understood?”
Kyrien was puzzled at first, wasn’t this tauren his enemy?
“Why are you helping me?” he asked skeptically.
The tauren grinned and patted Kyrien on the head.
“Because it might be my last chance for honor.” he replied.
Kyrien nodded his head in agreement and for the first time since all his misfortune began, he felt hope at last.

Later that evening as the sun began to set, Wazaki returned to the estate with several pouches of gold he had acquired from nefarious means.
“Moondewa! Get my little purple bitch to me mon!”
Kyrien heard the order and waited as Moondewa came for him. He wasn’t scared this time, Erllok was coming for him, Erllok had a plan and he would play along to ensure his own rescue. Moondewa opened the door and attached his leash while giving him a knowing look.
“Remember… whatever happens, you must play along and trust Erllok.” whispered Moondewa into Kyrien’s ear, “I…I don’t want you to break like that draenei did…”
Kyrien nodded his head assuredly and let himself be led into the den where there was already a small crowd of goblins, blood elves, and an orc lounging about drinking beer and feasting on the roasted boar meat that was laid out. Kyrien scanned the den for Erllok but he was nowhere to be seen. Wazaki beckoned Kyrien to his side and he obeyed; Wazaki tied his leash to the bolt by his chair but allowed him more slack than the previous night. Kyrien sat by his master’s chair and tried not to cringe as Wazaki drapped his hand over the arm rest to stroke Kyrien’s ears.
“Who be you mon?” remarked Wazaki as a troll strolled into the den.
Kyrien looked up and his heart leapt with glee to see Erllok swagger into the den. Their gaze met just briefly and Erllok bowed before Wazaki grinning capriciously.
“I be new to dees lands mon, I heard at de tavern, you be de troll to have connections with.”
Some of the other guests laughed in irony, some cheered in agreement, others were too drunk to care.
“What dey sey is right, very well mon, join my party dis night.”
Erllok took a seat by a handsome blood elf and took a tankard of beer for himself, only occasionally glancing at his night elf. Erllok felt his temper rise when he saw Wazaki lean over and hoist Kyrien up by the collar to force him into a brutally lustful kiss.

Kyrien whimpered into the kiss and squirmed to get air. Wazaki chuckled darkly as Kyrien jerked away gasping for breath.
“Blow me…” came the order that made Kyrien’s blood turn cold and his cheeks turn red.
“I can’t do that in front of Erllok!” his thoughts cried.
“NOW!” snarled Wazaki as he jerked Kyien’s leash so that Kyrien’s head rested on Wazaki’s lap as he leaned over the arm rest for all to see.

Erllok immediately bolted out of his seat as Wazaki undid his pants revealing his massive erection and gripping Kyrien by the hair to force his mouth against the head of his cock. Just as quickly, Erllok’s rise was met with resistance as Moondewa stood over him and firmly gripped his shoulder, the look in Moondewa’s eyes warned Erllok to behave.

Kyrien grunted in retaliation, he didn’t want Erllok to see this, anyone but him!
“Either I shove it in your mouth or up your ass mon…” growled Wazaki warningly.
Kyrien whimpered in defeat and parted his lips to take Wazaki’s member into his mouth. Wazaki’s sadistic moan of pleasure made Kyrien want more than anything to bite his member off. However, he managed to swallow his pride; if this was to be the cost for his freedom, then this would be a blowjob Wazaki would not soon forget.
“Das it mon…” purred Wazaki.
Several of the guests cheered Wazaki. The orc hollered some kind of derogatory remark about night elves but Kyrien couldn’t make it out. Rather he concentrated on trying to pleasure his rapist and allow for whatever plan Erllok had to take place. Wazaki’s claws dug into his scalp and pulled at his hair as he was forced to bob his head up and down with a mouthful of troll cock. Kyrien had the brief thought of “What if it was Erllok’c cock instead, how much sweeter would it taste...”

Erllok watched helplessly as his night elf was forced to do things that were making his crotch stir with perverse interest. Kyrien’s sweet full lips glided along the thick shaft, lubricated by saliva and precum. No doubt his mouth was warm, and hot breath would tickle the saliva slicked flesh with every exhale. Erllok squirmed as his own erection became difficult to hide. He adjust how he was sitting and pretended to cheer Wazaki; he detested the troll with his whole being yet he could not deny how much he envied him at that moment. In the back of his mind, Erllok longed for it to be his cock pulsating in Kyrien’s hot humid mouth.

Kyrien moaned as he worked Wazaki’s shaft, hoping at the very least if Wazaki came he might be sated and leave Kyrien alone for the rest of the evening.
“More mon!” urged Wazaki as he groaned in pleasure and thrust his cock into Kyrien’s mouth effectively stabbing at the back of the night elf’s throat. Kyrien grunted trying hard not to gag. Faster he worked his mouth along the rigid organ, he used his tongue to caress the sensitive flesh and caress the quivering veins that might trigger an eruption any minute. Kyrien leaned over farther to take more of Wazaki into his mouth, he sucked more vigorously, constantly swallowing precum down his throat. He tried to fantasize that he was sucking Erllok instead. Wazaki moaned in pleasure and reached a hand out to stroke the curve of Kyrien’s ass. Kyrien began to feel nervous as the thick fingered hand reached up under his loin cloth and began to tease his entrance.
Kyrien couldn’t help but moan as one of the digits began to force its way in and thrust his cavity teasingly. Kyrien’s cheeks burned with humiliation as he was molested in front of his savior.
“Oh Erllok, please don’t think less of me.” he cried out mentally.

Erllok was again torn between rage at Wazaki’s violation of his night elf and yet he was fighting back his shameful arousal at watching Kyrien be molested before his eyes. Kyrien was beautiful, while being caught with Wazaki’s sadistic seduction, the look of pain on his face mixed with carnal desire made him look all the more delicious to Erllok. Erllok wanted Kyrien and he wanted him right then. Erllok couldn’t help himself; he felt his body heat up as his instinctive desire to mate began to consume him. He stumbled out of his seat and began to make his way towards Wazaki and Kyrien.

“Almost dere mon!!!”
Kyrien sucked harder, moaning louder as Wazaki’s finger pushed deeper into his tight ring of muscle. Wazaki’s finger at last prodded against Kyrien’s prostate and his mind went blank, completely hit by an intense wave of leg weakening pleasure. Kyrien moaned loudly with Wazaki’s cock still filling his mouth. Wazaki touched the sensitive place deep inside Kyrien once more and Kyrien nearly collapsed completely as he gave another loud vibrating moan that was more than enough to send Wazaki over the edge. Wazaki clamped Kyrien’s head onto his erupting shaft as he seemed almost unable to stop cumming. So intense was his load that Kyrien struggled violently to get free for fear of drowning in the sticky fluid. Wazaki released Kyrien and leaned back in his chair panting with satisfaction.
“Not bad mon.” chided the one tusked troll.
Kyrien brought his arm up to wipe the cum from his face and was suddenly forced onto the floor by another troll who began licking and sucking along his neck while grinding his own painful erection against Kyrien’s crotch. One of the troll’s hands reached down to fondle Kyrien’s balls while his lips claimed Kyrien’s in a passionate lust driven kiss. Kyrien barely heard the shouts as he was being teased into arousal by the other troll. Kyrien was overwhelmed by the sensations this new troll was giving him. The troll’s hands seemed to be everywhere leaving no erogenous zone untouched. Kyrien moaned as the hands moved from his groin to claw at his nipples and stroke his sides. Kisses trailed to his shoulder and bit down causing him to yelp, more from excitement than pain.
Almost to his complete dismay Kyrien’s new assailant was pulled off of him by tauren guards. Kyrien’s jaw dropped as it was Erllok who had been upon him. He felt his cheeks redden and his stomach erupt with thousands of butterflies. He was nearly shaking with need and a desire for Erllok to be returned to him.
“What ye be thinking mon? Dat one’s not up for grabs.” growled Wazaki.
Erllok was panting hard but upon hearing Wazaki’s voice, the wild look in his eyes cleared back to rational thought and his breaths slowed back to normal. Erllok chuckled sheepishly and held up his hands in apology.
“Oops, forgive me mon; tis me matin season, ye know how dat is, bein a troll and all. De little elf made me lose control, I meant no disrespect.”
Wazaki actually laughed at this explanation.
“I know what ya mean troll brudda. Dis elf will do dat to ya. Let em go”
Wazaki turned to give Kyrien a sadistic glare as the tauren released Erllok from their grip.
“Naughty elf, how dare ye be tempting uder trolls and seemin to enjoy it, I be teachin you a lesson tonight for sure.”
Kyrien sank back in dread and hoped Erllok still remembered his plan.
“Actually, I be thinking, I hear you gamble.” remarked Erllok.
“That I do mon…” replied Wazaki while suspiciously eyeing Erllok.
“I challenge ya den, a game a cards; if I win, you give me de elf; if I lose you can have me life savings.” replied Erllok talking in a slight slur.
Thinking Erllok to be drunk on alcohol and sex, Wazaki smirked and nodded his head with every intention of taking advantage of his new guest.
“Very well den mon, but I warn you; you be playin a dangerous game…”
“We shall see mon, we shall see.” replied Erllok carelessly.
Everyone in the room seemed excited over the challenge and formed into a ring of spectators along the den’s walls. Even the guards from outside joined in to watch. One of the blood elfs shuffled a deck of darkmoon cards and began to deal between Wazaki and Erllok. Moondewa went to stand protectively by Kyrien who watched with uncertainty.
Wazaki looked at the hand he was dealt and smirked at Erllok. Erllok in turned glared capriciously over his own hand and waited for Wazaki to make the first move…