The Impulse of Fate

Blue Veins

I tried to get Isra to stay close to me as we entered the Horde village, but she scoffed at me and waltzed right in without even a worry. I scampered frantically behind her, my eyes darting about, watching the villagers. They did nothing, maybe a glance, but no surprise. A few people waved at us, and Isra just nodded or lightly waved back.

We entered the tailoring and armor shop. My huntress plopped her bag down on one of the tables and got out three gold bars. My mouth dropped open. Also, I felt bad for letting her carry that all this way…then again she probably had less trouble than I would.

“I’d like 10 of your best shirts, vary up the style a bit, colors too. Also, I’d like 5 pairs of cloth pants, 5 pairs of leather. And I’d like a set of your finest leather armor for rogues, all pieces included. Oh and…” She leaned into the Tauren shopkeeper’s ear to whisper something. The keeper nodded.

“Is that all for you, ma’am?”

“Yes, it is.” She sounded very business-like.

“Okay, have a seat and we will get everything together.” The burger seemed to be silently thrilled with her large request. After thinking about it, who would turn down an elf with that much overpay in gold? Horde or not, I’d let her buy all she wanted, whenever she wanted. I also considered that maybe her father knew the villagers as well. Either way, both made sense and both were possible, so…I didn’t ask her.

Within minutes they had everything ready. Isra handed the bags to me.

“Your clothes, you carry!” She laughed and teased me when I almost fell over. With a smile on her face, she took half the load. I noticed a red package in one of the bags, I guessed that was her secret order…I pictured some very nice things as to what it could be. We hobbled out of the store then she paused, looking across the street. She immediately sat her bags down, so I did the same. I watched her run across. She stopped inside a stable and chattered with the Troll there. I listened in:

“How did you get that?!”

“How we be getting’ our goods is no t’ing o’ yours. But I tell you one t’ing, dey won’t be getting it back.” He smiled smugly. She had a puzzled look on her face.

“Well, how much for it?”

“One ‘undred golds, but since ya’ always good to dis ol‘ Troll… I take it down ta’ fifty.”

“Sold!” She piped excitedly and shook the troll’s hand.

“Always a pleasure doin’ business wit’ ya’, elfsie.” He sauntered off and she walked out of the stable, leading a large Striped Nightsaber. Isra never fails to make my jaw drop. She led it over to me, bouncing the whole way.

“I got a mount! We can use it for these long trips and heavy stuff.” She smiled and began to strap the bags to it.

“Wow. It’s so cool… I didn’t bring mine with me, never liked that dumb chicken anyway.”

“I rather like walking, but…I don’t want anybody to do this kitty wrong.” She patted it on the head. “What should we call her?”

“Hm…well, I’ve always like the name Gwen.”

“Gwen it is! What a sweet name.” She was so excited, her eyes dilated and glittering. She petted the large cat’s side. Unlike pets, mounts were already tamed and rather docile creatures. The cat stretched and yawned…thus proving my statement.

After all the bags were attached we hopped on. Adia shook her mane and took her stance just beside the mount. With glee, Isra shouted, “Go!” and we bolted off. Overall it was a very smooth ride, Isra’s pet trailing beside us, ‘Great stamina for her age…’

“So, Kurdt…how would you feel about making a quick stop?” She asked as she tilted her head back to look at me. I think she noticed that I was a bit aroused from sitting behind her; her bum rubbing against me with each stride of the Nightsaber.

“Up to you, my dear.” I mused as I leaned forward to nibble at her neck.

“Okay, we’re stopping.”

We stopped in a sort of forest oasis: Trees with long vines coming down, water as clear as air, and a few steaming pools by the rocks. Isra dismissed the mount and sent Adia off to find some meat for later. She had a sly smirk on her face, eyeing me every few seconds.

She beckoned me over, “Come here…elf.”

I walked towards her, curious of what she was planning. She grabbed me by the front of my shirt and pulled me to her, playfully giving me light kisses on my face. I scrunched up my nose and she giggled, causing me to smile. Quickly, she slid her hands up my shirt, making me gasp and shudder. She whipped off my shirt and started at my pants.

“H-hey!” Trying to at least hold a little of my dignity.

“What? We’re having a bath.” She looked genuinely adorable, pouting at me with her fingers still sneaking under my waistband.

“Oh, that sounds--” I paused when I felt her hands grasp my butt, “--nice.”

“Yes, very nice indeed.” She squeezed my buttocks a few times. I blushed at her and rolled my eyes. With that, she flung my pants down and I shrieked. She laughed and started stripping off her clothes as she ran towards the water. I fumbled after her, trying to kick my pants off my ankles.

“Wait up!” She leaped into the water and I trudged my way in.


We stood about belly-button deep in the warm water, just looking at each other…taking in each other’s aesthetics. I swayed over to her and held her close, our naked, wet bodies pressed together. I felt her hands move up my back with something soft. “Turn around…” she whispered. I put my back to her and felt her scrub it with a rag and run water over it. Every once in a while; I could feel a hand trailing off to caress my skin. I growled a little at her touches, feeling very relaxed. She moved around to my front and rubbed my chest and arms, my stomach, my hiplines…Simply exploring me. She froze for a second and I opened an eye to watch her. She slowly ran her fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. I sighed and mumbled incoherently, entranced by the look on her face; an entirely shy look, unsure but tantalized by what she was doing. Then it clicked: Someone has a hair fetish. I smiled widely at her, and then tilted my head towards her fingers, then back, sort of rolling it--my hair falling all about my shoulders. I then stared into her eyes with a lusty look, dropping some of my hair in my face. She was wide-eyed and blushing, as though she would blow up from the sight at any second. Feeling evil, I flung my hair around me. She shuddered. I put my arms around her and she sighed.

“Isra…” I kissed along her ear and jaw line, and then playfully nipped her lip before kissing her passionately. She immediately responded: releasing the frustration I had caused her. We kissed slowly for a while, simply enjoying each other’s lips. She pulled away reluctantly.

“So I take it you figured out what I like…” She looked away, embarrassed.

“Oh, have I?” I grinned and she shoved me a little, playfully. “Haha, no really! Have I?”

“I think so…”

“The hair thing?” I smiled wide, seeing her blush in reaction.

“Yes.” She covered her face. I laughed.

“Just glad you like it.” I gave her a big smooch. “But just know that I will be using it against you!” She stuck her tongue out at me. Then, I sunk underneath the water and came back up, my hair completely drenched, clinging to my face and body. Her eyes widened, but she tried to cover it up.

“You look like a drowned rat!”

“Oh?” I flung my wet hair around, the strands separating and falling back into place more naturally. I posed and ran a hand through the darkened locks. I felt silly showing off like this but she loved it. She was blushing so red that she looked mad. So cute…

“Dammit, you…” A loss for words.

I waded towards her, and put my arms around her again. She inhaled deeply, and I felt my adrenaline start to rush, lighting my body on fire.

“Do you feel that, too?” I whispered heavily into her ear. She seemed lost inside us.

“Yes…I’m sure I do.”

“That heat?” I droned, lips teasing at her ear. She let out a small moan.

“Our fire…” I could barely hear the words, but I then knew…she could feel it too.

She tilted her head sideways, exposing her neck. I placed kisses along it, but returned my attentions to her sensitive ear. “My turn.”

“Hmm…?”

I smiled and fished the rag out of her hand. She nodded, eyelids drooped. I turned her back to me and began to glide my hands over her, rubbing her back, her perfect skin. I sneaked my hands around to her stomach and pulled her against me as I rubbed it. She leaned her head back against me and sighed. I moved my hands up to her breasts and she gasped, warm water covering them as I massaged gently. I think I loved this just as much as she did. Just touching her…was doing amazing things to me. She reached back and laced her fingers in my soaked hair, begging me to give her breasts more attention. I purred in her ear, lightly pinching her nipples. She arched against me and groaned. Carefully, I slid a hand down to her now swollen pussy, pretending to only intend on cleaning it. She bit her lip and moaned as I teased her folds, rubbing them beneath the water.

She gently moved my hand away from her intimacies, and turned to me. I didn’t question her, or whine; I just kissed her softly and put my arms around her waist.

“Kurdt…”

“Yes, Isra?”

She cuddled against me, hiding her face by my neck. “I have to set something straight.”

“All right, what is it?” I stroked her hair as she mustered up her words.

“Uh…I just want to get this out, and to let you know that it’s not going to continue since I met you.”

“Okay.” I was a little confused, an eyebrow drawn up. But I let her finish before getting worried.

“I am the Darnassian spy, as you know. I was hired by the council, after all these years, to retrieve information from Silvermoon and the Undercity. I was only going to do it for the money.” She whispered, with some shame in her voice. But I only smiled.

“Well that’s okay because, I’d never be able to beat you anyway. You’re too strong! Plus, I don’t plan on going back, ever…Isra, this is where I belong. Silvermoon holds no peace for me, only your embrace. Even if you did decide to go through with your mission, I wouldn’t care.” She sighed in relief.

“I don’t plan on continuing, as I said. Heh, they don’t even know where I live. They asked me while I was visiting Darnassus for goods.”

“Looks like you weaseled yourself into some free gold!” We laughed. I then crushed my lips against hers, kissing her passionately. I leaned her back and scooped her up into my arms. She looked a little surprised, but still clung to me. I exited the water and stood her next to me. I rummaged through our stuff and pulled out a large pelt, then placed it on the ground. I laid down on it, posing for her, letting the sun shine down on my skin through the trees. “Let’s dry off?” She nodded and looked around, gaining a devilish grin. She walked up and stood over me, her long, slender, and very naked body looming over. I have to admit it was a nice view.

To my surprise, she began to dance. A very tempting and provocative dance at that... I drooled a little as I watched her, her legs open as she went down and up, moving her hips. Her hands graced down her body and between her legs, on her inner-thighs. I grabbed her hand and pulled her down on top of me. We kissed there in the sunlight, our gorgeous bodies glistening.

Little did we know, we were being watched.