The Employed Hero

So, for those of you that may be asking yourselves, "Sure, the story is pretty good, but where is the ACTION?!" Well, The Wandering Author has delivered! I appologize if it is a bit lengthy, but I always love a good and detailed 'scene.'

(Sorry to those that may be wanting the sex to be a surprise)

Onward!

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A deep groan left Sloane's lips as he stirred. He thought he heard a sound, it reaching his ears in a wavy and brooding timbre in his current state. He shifted positions, then opened his eyes slowly. The world was blurry and uncomfortably sharp at the same time.



Sobbing. He had heard it a few moments prior. He looked up at the night sky for a few absent moments, then to the source of the sound. Claire was hovering over him, her head in her hands. He reached up with a smile and patted at her head. She stopped crying immediately and took her hands away from her puffy eyes.

“Sloane!” she announced happily, those sorrowful eyes now sparkling.

He leaned up to her lips. He felt her body melt upon the contact.

“All of what that Goblin said,” she began while staring into his irises, “it wasn't true, right?”

At this, he let out a small chuckle.

“If what he said to me wasn't true as well,” he replied.

She shook her head quickly.

“It isn't,” she stated, “I have never felt this way with anyone else but you.”



He smiled, emotion having a profound hold on him. He cared little about such a hold.

“This is the second time you have saved my life,” she stated while placing a hand upon his chest.

He remained silent.

“Sloane-” she began, but cut off due to supreme redness growing in her face.

Even in the moonlight Sloane could still see her face change hues. She then did something unexpected. She leaned forward and kissed at his neck. The action sent a tendril of feeling rippling through his body, as well as waking a deep and well kept primal being within him. Something that had not been present for a very long time. Something more than love.

“I am a virgin,” she announced, her face still extremely red.

She shook her head from side to side.

“I suppose not in the physical sense,” she continued the thought, “but I have never been consensual with anyone. I have never enjoyed such an act.”

He felt her eyes on him. He thought he saw a small reflection of that dark beast that now lurked just beneath his skin.



“Sloane, I love you,” she finally managed to say, “and I want you to make me a woman.”

She took his limp hand in her own.

“I want to know what it should feel like-”

her words were cut short as Sloane sat up and gently locked lips with her. He slowly turned her around, to the blanket he was lying upon, while circling and prodding at her tongue with his'. He lied her down while breaking away and kissing at her cheek.

The beast wished, longed for this sweet torture to go swiftly. That part of him ached to tear her clothes apart and plunge inside her with a fierce tempo.



No, he thought. This was the woman that he loved. The woman of his heart. He would not dare betray her trust in that way.



His lips settled upon her neck. He kissed and lightly nibbled upon the sinewy, yet silky flesh while working upon the first button of the dress he had bought her.

When did those events take place? Only but a few days prior. Somehow, he had come to love this being in such a short time?

His thoughts were interrupted with a low groan escaping Claire's pouty lips. At a sloth-like pace, he moved downward, sucking gently at her warm skin as he went. He loved the intoxicating aroma, it's feel, texture. It's taste.



He settled upon her collar for a few moments, barraging the area with teasing administration. His hands kneaded at her unbelievably soft breasts. He had only been with a few Orcish women, yet all he could remember of the experience was an uncomfortably muscular body clashing against his own, scarred and gnarled skin, and an insatiable appetite for the rough and unforgiving.

Claire was very different, he thought. He found only gentleness and a kind of sweet desire ripple through her eyes. Her body was pleasing to the touch; his hands only meeting delicate and smooth skin.



His thoughts were broken a bit as he began peeling the dress away from her, akin to an orange being peeled of it's rhine. He kneeled forward and stimulated the exposed area with his tongue and lips, until he met the elegant valley between the two globes of bare flesh. Two small, petite nipples poked out from the middle of the two mounds. Each looked hardened; either from the cold or from her arousal. Perhaps both, Sloane thought to himself.



He parted his lips and, with the gentlest amount of force possible, bit down upon her right nub of flesh. He heard her gasp shallowly, as well as her back arch. The next moment, he attacked it with a multitude of licks and slight suckling. While one of his hands was occupied with stimulating her other breast, his remaining one slid down and underneath her robe. He reached her navel, rotating his fingers slightly to playfully tickle. She squealed in delight.

He switched breasts, bestowing equal attention upon it while his hand continued it's quest downward. His fingers grazed against the softness of her trim pubic hair. The next moment, she let out an unprecedented cry.



He swiftly stopped the actions as he had realized his fingernail can accidentally come in harsh contact with her most sensitive area.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked her with a concerned face.

She giggled.

“Not at all,” she replied, “surprised me is all.”

He let out a small sigh of relief.

“You've come this far,” she said with playfulness, “are you going to keep a girl waiting?”

He laughed lightly and kissed her passionately. His hand returned it's journey, her groans of feeling muffled within his own mouth. He gently brushed his middle finger along the velvety opening while he broke away from her. He saw her bite down on her own finger, as well as her toes curl sharply.

In essence, he was pleasuring a virgin. Claire had not known of these feelings, for she was much to occupied with whomever she was with. Now, it was her turn to feel, he thought.



Button after button unsnapped from it's hold upon her body as Sloane continued down, to his ultimate destination. The one devious hand had not halted it's movement, however, even as he somewhat struggled with the many clasps that bound his love's body. He kissed at her ribcage, then moved down to her stomach. As impossible as it seemed, her skin steadily grew softer and more pleasing to his hand's and his lip's touch the further he moved down. He reached her navel, this time with his mouth. He eased his tongue inside the small crevice for a few writhing moment's from his love, then moved downward, nipping at her stomach a bit as he went.



He felt her spread her legs eagerly as he grew close to his destination. He heard her giggle a bit as his beard unprecedentedly brushed against her soft petals. He quickly smoothed out his rough mane, then settled himself between her thighs. A shudder ran though his body as he had taken two fingers and gently parted her nether lips. He felt his manhood, barely tame beneath the thin cotton of his leggings, as he stared into the soft pink walls of her canal. It glistened slightly in the dim moonlight.

“What are you waiting for?” he heard Claire say impatiently as she waved her thighs at him.

“You're beautiful,” he replied to the playful sentence with all seriousness.

He knew she was blushing, for he saw her bring her hands to her face.

“Thank you,” she said, the gravity of the moment dying out a bit.



It was the truth. The Orcish women that Sloane had been with were always accompanied with sickening lumps and harsh discoloration in this area that could turn even the most desperate of beings away. Claire was flawless; a perfect and lovely rose that drove him mad with desire.

“Are you ready?” he asked her.

He was met with a light squeeze from her legs.

“I've been ready,” she said with a laugh, but impatience was showing through.

He decided not to make her wait any longer.



A loud sigh, followed by a sweet sound of arousal, left Claire's lips as Sloane began. His large tongue lightly lapped at the smooth skin, being sure his crude tusks were out of harm's reach while he pleasured her. He paused a moment to wrap his lips around her clitoris. He heard her gasp at his light sucking upon the area, as well as a serpent-like tongue flicking at the sensitive spot. He felt her hands began running through his thick hair while he worked.



He sucked upon his index finger briefly before gently rubbing it against her labia. He angled and, with a slow and torturous pace, slid it between her folds of flesh. He allowed only a bit at a time to be swallowed inside her, for her to get used to what it felt like. What this should feel like.

The reaction was immediate. He felt her grip upon his head with her hands.

“Don't stop,” she softly commanded him, “I've never felt this way before.”

Her legs wrapped around him as the finger was slowly and completely lost within her. As he pulled it out and slid it back, a slightly devious grin spread upon his lips. He sucked at her clitoris a second time, only now he was utilizing his teeth in the most gentle grazing he could muster.

“Just like that,” he heard her cry, “it feels so good.”

His eyes darted up to look at her. Their stares locked, those fleeting moments of gazing into those ecstasy stained pupils enough to drive any man to pure insanity. The two beasts seemed to communicate to one another through their eyes, both sides drawing on additional strength from the other.

He turned away and focused on his task.



He reached underneath her and cupped her buttocks with his hands. He drew her closer to him, lifting her from the bed. Her pubic hair tickled at his nose a bit as he separated her two lips with his tongue and eased it inside. While it was as deep as it could go, he would lash all about, the slick walls of her vagina slightly gripping at him upon the action.

“Sloane, I'm so close,” she said breathlessly as he entered her a bit faster, “don't you dare stop.”

He laughed a bit, his hot breath striking her clitoris. He figured this action threw her into powerful orgasm, for her entire body began shuddering. A loud, beast like cry escaped her lips as her hands pulled at his hair. He felt her inner walls clench down upon his tongue, even as he continued through it. To make sure his sweet love experienced every moment.



At long last, it was over. He relinquished his hold upon her inner thighs and reappeared in front of her breathless face with a grin. His eyebrow raised a bit as he looked into her eyes, set aglow by the moonlight. Pure evil.

Her hands gripped at his shoulders and quickly spun him around, his back now upon the blanket. A large smile spread across her lips.

“That was incredible,” she began, “and now you get yours.”

The timbre in her voice, along with what she was implying, caused a shudder to run down his spine. He felt her smaller hands explore his hardened body, being sure to avoid contact with any of his wounds from the fight previous. He let out a low and harsh groan as he felt one hand clasp around his arousal through the cotton leggings.

“Claire, you don't have to if you don't want-”

He cut off with a grunt to feel her hand bite down a bit upon his sensitive manhood. She leaned down and kissed him deeply while continuing to stoke him through the fabric.

“I have to repay you for that wonderful job you did somehow, love,” she whispered into his ear with hot breath.

She broke away and began her trek down his body, now somewhere at his chest.

“Besides,” she added while kissing at his muscled stomach, “I would love to do it to someone I care for.”



Sloane looked down at her. He had always found the women he had once bedded to be quite adamant against doing such a thing to him. This woman would enjoy it?

“They also told me I'm pretty good at it,” Claire's devious words filled his mind as she continued downward.

He felt his leggings ripped away without a moment's notice. Clearly she did not wish to tease him as he did to her, he thought.



He felt her warm hand clasp around him, skin against skin.

“Seven incher,” she announced.

He looked back down at her.

“That's a tad small for an Orc, isn't it?” she cooed, drunk with desire as she returned to stroking him.

He let out a grunt.

“I'm glad,” she finished the thought, “any bigger and you may hurt me.”

Orcish women had teased him of his size, he thought, but for a Human-

Thought was torn away from him as he felt a warm tongue run over the tip of his manhood. Claire was rotating her lips slowly about the shaft, sucking gently at she went.

“Are you ready, love?” she asked with a suppressed grin.

He remained silent, in shock from her movements.

“Out of time to answer,” she declared teasingly while sliding him between her lips.



No amount of preparation could have readied Sloane for the feeling to come. Claire seemed to spring to life the moment she had allowed it to enter her mouth. Her tongue ran all about the most sensitive areas upon his manhood, her lips were applied in all the correct places just as they needed stimulation. He felt her accept him deeper and deeper. He looked down, the resulting image sending a shock down his back. Her breasts bounced with every sweet stroke, her eyes locked with his while giving him the ultimate pleasure. She gradually picked up the pace; a seemingly perfect orchestra of movement, crescendo and cadence.



He felt her pull him out of her mouth briefly, an attack of licks, sucks and playful teeth commenced around his shaft and head. It was not a long diversion, however, as she slid him back inside and continued with the intense administration. He felt himself touch the back of her throat for a stroke or two, the barrier suddenly lifted. The amazing feeling caused him to look down again while placing a hand gently upon her head. His entire length was lost inside her mouth with every downward motion, her hands jerking at the base of his shaft in rhythm. Her circling tongue somehow still managed to cause great moans of pleasure to escape his lips.



Another shiver ran down his spine; he was close. Very close.

“Claire, I'm almost there,” he announced to his love, the mere sound of what she was doing to him enough to cause supreme lust to run in his veins.

She let out a sound like, 'Mmmhmm' while making certain he was deep inside. The vibrations of her vocal chords was too much for him. His hand gripped a bit at her head as he orgasm, sending violent waves of the sweetest feeling crashing at his skin. He continued watching Claire, even while in pure ecstasy. She never let up; in fact, it appeared to him that she had increased the impossibly fast tempo she had already achieved. The swallowing contractions of her throat caused the last few moments of his climax to be even more powerful.



He felt her slowly suck down his entire length as she pulled him out. She took her hands away from his manhood and smiled as she approached his face.

“I won't kiss you, I know men don't prefer that kind of thing-”

She cut off from the surprise of Sloane leaning up and kissing her. He loved this woman so much; so much he actually felt pain accompanied with it.



Her eyes grew wide as she stared down at his loins.

“You're still ready?” she asked him innocently as his hard arousal brushed against her inner thigh.

She looked back at him and stifled a laugh.

“I forgot, you are an Orc,” she said while shoving at his chest lightly, “your kind can go four times or more without rest, am I right.”

He smiled and grabbed a hold of her middle in her confusion. He lifted her in the air and gently placed her on her back upon the blanket once more. His hands grabbed a hold of her legs and dragged her closer to him as he positioned himself. Her once playful look melted away to something quite different. A look of pure longing. A longing a unification, of the ultimate reward of the purest love. He would not make those eyes wait long.

“Are you ready Claire?” he asked her tentatively while gazing down at his own erection.

It rested against her, judging the relative size.

“Please don't hurt me,” she said in a tone barely above a whisper.

He bent down and kissed her passionately.

“You tell me if it starts to hurt, alright?” he said reassuringly to her.

“Alright,” she said back, “it's just-”

“What?” he asked.

Tears began welling in her eyes.

“You are so gentle,” she began, a line of water running down her cheek, “other Orcs I have been with were animals. They didn't care if they tore at me, made me bleed.”

Sloane wiped away her tears with a thumb. His lips met hers again, her tense body immediately relaxing.

“You just say the word, and I stop,” he said as he leaned back up, “are you ready?”

He began slowly rubbing the underside of his shaft against her opening. She let out a soft sigh.

“Yes,” she finally said, “please make love to me.”



Despite his confidence before Claire, he swallowed hard. Perhaps he would hurt her, the one person he never wanted to witness a cry of pain from? He shook away the thought as she lightly ran the head along her vagina. She would tell him, he concluded.



With an extremely slow pace, he allowed the head to slide inside her. A small gasp elicited from her as he left it still a few moments, to allow her to grow accustomed to his size. He then pulled it out and pushed it back. He let only a tad bit more of his length become lost in the velvety folds; he would take this at whatever pace Claire chose. He loved her too much to hurt her, accident or otherwise.

A sweet sound of pleasure chimed from her as he pushed in a second time, now half his length claimed within her. Although he kept up his slow pace, in truth her body was driving him mad. Her legs were wrapped around him, her small and tight canal squeezed him incredibly hard.



He felt the tip of him push against the opposite end of her vagina just as he slowly thrust inward with his complete length. A perfect fit, he thought absently.

“Faster please,” Claire pleaded with him.

He quickly complied, sliding almost completely from her, then pushing back inside. That same finger returned in between Claire's teeth as he continued, her brow curled down in exertion. Loud groans resonated between his thrusts, the sounds spurring on his action. He looked back down to see him swallowed inside her again and again.



“It's so good,” he heard her say breathlessly, “I never thought it could feel this good.”

He smiled as he placed his hands on either side of her body and gazed into her crystal eyes while keeping his rhythm. It seemed that her insides held him tighter as he changed to this position. He groaned loudly in response. Claire's eyes were now closed, her mouth agape in pure feeling. She was experiencing something completely new and wonderful, and it aroused him further.



He caught her lips with his own, her eyes opening to stare into his' as they broke away. Her hand gripped at his back and urged him closer. Sloane complied, pressing his body to her's while increasing the pace of his hips. He bit and sucked at her neck while her fingernails dug into his skin. Her hot breath rang in his ears, her soft breasts lovingly pressed to him. All bringing him closer to another wondrous climax.

“Claire, I'm getting close,” he announced while pushing himself up to look into her eyes.

“Me too,” she announced.

As if on cue, he felt her squeeze him tighter. He responded with a shallow grunt.

“I'm going to-”

The words were forever lost to time as he saw the woman before him tilt her head back and let out a loud cry of untamed ecstasy. The resulting action sent the walls of her vagina clamping down upon his manhood. This threw him into orgasm as well, both sides at that moment knowing precisely what the other was experiencing.



They both stared into each other's eyes as the last vestiges of the exploding feeling subsided. A large grin spread across Claire's flush face at feeling his hardness still within her.

“You Orcs are a woman's dream come true,” she managed to say through ragged breaths.

He felt her hand pull him from her.

“I want to do you now,” she said as she began untangling herself from his hold.

He shuddered again at hearing the mix of pure innocents and the darkest of evils within her vocal chords.



He lied back, his erection standing at complete attention. Claire quickly straddled his hips and leaned down. Her breasts brushed against him gently.

“Are you sure? I don't want you to hurt yourself,” Sloane responded.

His sentence and thoughts were sliced short as he felt himself enter her again and slide all the way inside.

“I'm warmed up now,” she said with a sigh of feeling.

Sloane matched it with his own while staring back at her.

“You can't hurt me even if you tried,” she finished with a wink.

“In that case,” he responded with a smirk.

His hips thrust into her, a loud and surprised cry of pleasure escaping his love. He wrapped his arms around her while he made love to her once again.

“You naughty boy,” she said in retaliation as she threw the appendages from her and pressed her hands into his biceps now sprawled upon the ground, “I am supposed to be doing you, remember?”

He chuckled lightly at her demeanor. Gone was the past Claire; of uncertainty and fear. Now, only confidence, passion and pure love resonated from those irises. He had earned that confidence.



He felt her thrust downward a multitude of times; her face inches from his', her hands still pressed firmly to his outstretched arms.

“I have to admit, I kind of like being in control,” she stated as she paused her love making action for a moment.

A loud groan left Sloane as she ground him from side to side slowly while he was still deep inside of her. He seized the opportunity of change and navigated his arms from her light hold. He began kneading at her breasts with his large hands while she continued the pleasurable movement with her hips. He felt his entire length stab inside her again and again.

“How does it feel for you, my love?” she said while increasing the pace.

“It's wonderful,” he said in a low tone.

His hands found their way to her buttocks. He cupped them gently while she impaled herself upon him.



Her slick body left him suddenly, surprising him a bit.

“Take me like this, please,” she softly commanded while on all fours.

She waved her backside at him teasingly.

“Tired already?” Sloane countered with a grin.

He placed himself directly behind her.

“You can't expect a virgin Human to be able to keep up with an Orc, do you?” she retaliated with mock irritation.

“I'll break you in one way or another,” Sloane replied as he guided his manhood deep inside her once again.

He grabbed a hold of her hips and pulled her back in rhythm with his thrusts. Claire's haughty and overconfident manner soon dropped. She looked back at him briefly as his manhood was lost within her again and again.

“Oh gods, it's so good,” she managed to say through persistent groaning and gasping for breath.

Sloane increased the already quick pace, his hands clutching onto her for support.

“Right there!” she shouted breathlessly.

He repeated the similar action several times, a loud moan each time being his reward.



The floes of orgasm were encroaching upon his body once again while he made love to the woman of his heart faster and deeper then ever.

“Sloane, I am going to again!” Clare screamed through the intense feelings circulating in his veins, “it feels so good!”

“Me too,” he announced as he felt the last bits of control begin to slip away from him.



Wordlessly and simultaneously, Claire and Sloane experienced powerful orgasm. Their loud shouts joined together as one, possibly in danger of waking some closely slumbering beast in the Marsh. Neither cared.



Sloane lied beside his warm lover, her arms wrapped around his middle, his hand stroking at her hair. The large blanket was wrapped around them both.

“I love you so much, Sloane,” she said in conclusion as she leaned up and kissed at his neck.

He looked down and smiled at her, locking her smooth lips with his own.

“I love you too Claire,” he replied, “more than anything.”

Right at that moment, Sloane did not care if the world of Azeroth were to suddenly end. He was beside the one, the only, person that mattered. He wished to be by her side, forever.



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The story is NOT complete yet! I know I know, after the hot sex, much akin to watching a baseball game and your favorite pitcher hits a grand slam, you think, "Wow, what a great hit! Now I want to go home!"

Stay tuned for the exciting finale! (or something)

~The Wandering Author