Addiction

He was not consciously aware of making the decision, oh Light, no. One moment he was incensed, enraged, that one of those heathens would be viewing, reading, touching his precious tomes. The next, her scent hit him, the mask unable to hide her from him, and he tore it away, hands shaking, unsure. But her glittering eyes were the same emerald he remembered, her lips were the same pale softness he'd dreamed of, off and on, and her body was most definitely the same as he'd recalled in those sweat-soaked visions of twilight.

And in that instant, he no longer cared about the tomes, the Light, his people, or Azeroth itself. All he cared about was the insistent, raging pulse of his loins. He crushed his lips to her, drowning her in senses that were all too familiar, he acted. Not as draenei, being, thinking creature, but as raw, hungry animal.

When at last he pulled away, she stared up into his eyes, a faint glimmer of fear tinging the otherwise needy shade of green. He stared back, but his eyes were empty of compassion and gentility, a blank slate of fever-maddened lust - and in the next moment, he tore her clothes from her, effortlessly peeling the leather away as if it were paper and carrying her unresisting to the stone slab he had called 'bed' for the last three months, spilling her onto the furs and holding her there with his gaze as he removed the platemail he wore, piece by piece.

For her part, she seemed eager enough, stretching back into the furs and arranging herself in a pleasing manner for him, waiting patiently for him to finish disrobing, licking her lips every now and again, her delicate tongue darting out to wet them.

That eagerness faded to surprise and shock when he shrugged off the last of his armor, took her arms and tied them roughly above her head with a spare strip of fur. Panting, she watched him, wide-eyed and nowhere close to shivering as he then took one leg, tying it to one side of the stone slab. The other he left free, for what reason she couldn't determine but lost all thought on the matter as his lips closed down on one pebbled nipple, his hands squeezing the other, thumb grazing it roughly. Any response she had was lost in a joyous whimper of ecstasy as he switched sides, lavishing attention on first one, then the other...

And then there was light.

It dove from him to her, flowing from his lips, his fingers, tickling, caressing, warming her from within, feather-light on her body and throughout it - nobody understood why she was looking for this so badly - nobody had tried it before, whatever light-channeling technique this paladin had, it was his and his alone, and she was determined to have more of it. Squealing in frustration, she wrapped her free leg around his torso, rutting against him like a wolf in heat, and to her surprise and gratification, he pulled away from her nipples with a soft, wet sound, raising his head to stare in her eyes.

She'd expected them to glow, she'd expected them to sparkle, she hadn't expected the wolfish, almost feral grin as he propped her free leg on his shoulder and leaned down to dine on her pussy, his tongue darting inside her moist entrance, teasing and tasting her juices as his hands roamed freely over the rest of her. This was new. This was exciting. This was damned delicious. His fingers carefully stroked every inch of her awakened body, light fluttering from them to caress and softly tease every inch of her smooth skin. She moaned, a low, feral noise that awakened him further, and with a groan of appreciation, he slid one thick digit into her pussy, fingering it while he continued to lap and toy with her clit.

And then, there was more light, pouring within her, his finger dancing inside of her, her walls clinging to it as if to pull it deeper within and he obliged, pressing farther into her as his tongue continued to dance over her. Her cry shattered the still night air as her orgasm took her, her body shuddering around him as he continued to thrust into her. Panting, she felt the edge of it wear off when with no warning he pulled from her, pushing her leg up to her chest and positioning himself above her then driving his thick cock into her waiting entrance, enveloping himself in her juicy folds.

He held her there, pinned helplessly and impaled for a long moment as she wailed and whimpered, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and he looked at her, and the drive, the animalistic darkness in his eyes faded slowly away. Gently, he moved from her, and gently returned to her, his body rocking over her. Her hands twisted, and she attempted to slip them from their bonds but the fur held fast as he took her, over and over, his rhythm increasing to a fever pitch. The light arched between them, weaving around their naked bodies as they swayed to and from each other, giving to her what she so desperately had been craving for so long, and giving him...well giving him something.

Grunting, he increased the pace, his hand flying up to free her bonds, and her hands moved to his back to claw and rake it with urgency, another orgasm threatening - and when it broke, she could do nothing but shudder and sob in pleasure, limp in his arms. With a final determined thrust, he poured himself into her, roaring his release to the heavens as the light drained from him to her, then faded gradually, exhaustion setting in.

He rolled over, pulling her atop him, and she collapsed there as she did so many months before, content simply to lie there cheek to chest and listen to the cooling fervor of his heartbeat, loud against her ear. He stroked her hair, murmuring astonished and puzzled words that she didn't understand, and she raised a finger to his lips, rising enough to replace it with her own, a gentle kiss that held no trace of the urgency, the lust with which they'd clung to each other before. He watched the green eyes glitter and dim in the wan light of the cave as she fell asleep, her breath warm and soft against him, and the slow stirring of her breathing lulling him to sleep as best as any lullabye he'd heard as a babe.

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In the morning, he awoke, cold and confused. She was gone, the cave echoingly empty without her, his tomes now closed and lovingly stacked atop each other, a plate of food left considerately next to them, and his eyes closed, his chest constricting...



In Everlook, the goblin looked to the south with a frown, the howls of some wild animal echoing over the hills. Shrugging, he went back to stocking the latest arrival of supplies - the travellers would need them.