Undeath's Reunion
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+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
3,021
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The party of three made camp on the beach edge in Loch Modan. Kaelin wrapped the troll tightly in a blanket as he shivered. The rogue carefully constructed the pile of wood to make a campfire. He looked at the two huddled together. The druid held the trembling troll tightly, murmuring into his ear an elfish lullaby.
Since the Wetlands, the troll’s condition has only progressed. He no longer eats, as he could not hold it down. What remained of his skin had begun rapidly decomposing. It was as if his body has died on him and has resumed its natural decomposition. Kaelin tried desperately to heal him but to no avail.
Karl attempted to convince Kaelin to get him help, but the troll refused. Kaelin pushed herself hard to bring Jandi back to his brother. Even if he seemed that he would not make it. He deserved to be brought back home. The elves ate their dinner in silence as the troll dosed in Kaelin’s tent.
“Kae… do you…”
“What is it Karl?” She asked distractedly. She stood and set aside her dishes to be cleaned in the morning. “I need to see to Jandi. I have to-” The rogue placed a hand on her arm.
“Kae, slow down. You aren’t going to make it if you keep pushing yourself.”
“I have to… for him.”
“You love him, don’t you?” She averted her eyes. “That does not matter to me Kae. I stopped caring about hating this troll when you gave birth to my nephew. Look Kae, I love you and Kor. But you are not going to be able to help his father by pushing yourself to exhaustion.” A single tear slid from her eye.
“But, what if he does not make it?” Her lower lip wobbled. “What will I tell Kor’alli? That I let his brother die? I could not do that to him. What will I tell my son when he asks about his father?” Karl pulled his sister into his arms. A soft sob escaped when she felt his comforting arms around her. He rocked her as she cried on to his shoulder.
A soft yellow glow caught his attention. His eyes connected with the troll’s as Jandi emerged from the tent. He knelt before the two elves. He rested a cool hand on the druid’s shoulder. She looked up at him. Jandi gently tightened his grip and opened his mouth to speak.
“Jandi is no’ gonna make it. I honor ya fo’ doin everyt’ing ya can ta bring Jandi home. Kaelin ya-”
“Jandi don’t say that!” She cried. “You will make it. Don’t ever say that again!”
The troll sighed and tilted her chin up. “You be da bes’ thing dat has evah happen’ ta Jandi. Ya be da first elf ta evah look past Jandi an’ Kor’alli bein trolls. Ya gave me a son…” Tears flowed steadily down her cheeks.
“Jandi, please. I don’t-” He stopped her again. He tried to stand but his knees buckled. Kaelin jumped up and caught him around the waist. Jandi leaned heavily on her as she braced him. The rogue stood and took Jandi’s other arm. They stumbled back to the tent where they laid the exhausted troll back down on the bed roll.
“I am going to bed, rest well Kae… J-Jandi.” The elf nodded and exited the tent.
Jandi reached up and lifted a beaded necklace from his neck. “Will ya give dis to mah broddah?” The necklace greatly resembled the one that Kor’alli wore. Kaelin recalled the fond memory of the night in the bathtub. She accepted the necklace and put it into the pack nearby. Sniffling she looked back at the troll as he went into another coughing fit.
She stood and pulled her night shirt from her pack and commenced undressing. Jandi watched in silence when his cough dissipated. He enjoyed the appealing blue skin that was revealed more as each article of clothing was shed. Her body was still trim and slightly muscular.
Kaelin squeaked when a cold fingertip touched the soft flesh of her belly. She glanced down it the skinless fingertip. It traced the fine cluster of lines near her left hip. She smiled and closed her hand over his.
“What are ‘dose?”
“Those are stretch marks from carrying your son.” He traced them even more fondly. She placed a hand on his head and held him motherly when he rested the side of his head against her upper belly.
“I wish I could’a seen mah whelp.”
“You can, I carry a photo of him with me everywhere.” Jandi looked up at her in surprise. She smiled and bent to dig in her pack, ignoring the fact that even undead, her body still burned for him. She withdrew a book of spells and opened it. Various contents were pressed between the pages such as drying herbs, notes, pictures and a feather from one of Jandi’s arrows.
He took the photograph held out for him and studied it. The boy in it was no older than three. He looked much like a normal troll whelp. His skin was a few shades too dark and his face had softer lines. He was playing with a dog of some kind. That’s the wolf that belonged to that human hunter! He could see the beginnings of the whelp’s tusks poking from his smiling lips. His hair held a darker shade of red and his eyes were silver.
Jandi was so lost in the photo that he had not noticed when she slid beneath the covers of the bed roll and pressed herself up against his back. She circled her arms around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder. He rested the photo on her pack and turned to her. Their eyes communicated silently. The druid leaned up and brushed a kiss over his cheek before lying back onto the bed. He was not far behind.
He traced his finger up her bare stomach causing it to quiver. She grasped his hand and pulled him close. He pulled her back to his chest and held her for a stretch of silence before tracing patterns over her hips and belly. An idea stuck him as he pulled her tighter to him. He traced his fingers down and up her thigh, coaxing her legs apart.
Gently he drew his fingertips over the soft flesh of her sex. She trembled and gasped. Leaning over her, he carefully angled his head to nibble on her shoulder and neck. Her silver eyes slid closed. Kaelin did not resist when he drew her right leg over his hip.
He touched and caressed her, teasing her sex without penetrating the intimate skin. He hips would rock into his hand, trying to find liberation from this tortuous dance he had initiated. She nearly wept when his finally breeched the folds of her sex, stroking the sensitive skin there. Using the hand with most of the flesh intact, he pushed a thick finger into her while his thumb teased her clitoris. Her breath hitched and she moaned his name, begging him for more.
When he felt her near climax he would teasingly withdraw his hand to suck on his fingers before resuming her torture. This time her small hand closed over his, she ground her pelvis into his palm. Her breaths came in heavy pants. Perspiration dotted her smooth skin. As she approached the edge of climax, Jandi growled into her ear, “Who do ya belong to elf?”
She nearly screamed her reply as his deep voice sent her hurtling into orgasm. “You! Oh Jandi!” She moaned when she felt his teeth break the skin over her right shoulder. Her body trembled as her womb milked the troll’s thick fingers. Tears burned in her eyes when he released her shoulder and withdrew. He pulled her soundly up against his chest and nuzzled her hair.
“You take mah son an’ you live in mah cabin. It be yours now dat ya be mah mate.” She did not argue. She did not make a sound. She just gripped the loving arms around her and let the tears flow. She listened for his breath to deepen when he drifted into sleep before silently sobbing. All he ever cared about was helping others. He selflessly claimed her as his mate to give them an uncontroversial home. She did not recall when she too fell asleep in her lover’s arms.
This is the second to last chapter. Thats right, one more to go, and there may be some guest appearences. Thanks for reading...
The party of three made camp on the beach edge in Loch Modan. Kaelin wrapped the troll tightly in a blanket as he shivered. The rogue carefully constructed the pile of wood to make a campfire. He looked at the two huddled together. The druid held the trembling troll tightly, murmuring into his ear an elfish lullaby.
Since the Wetlands, the troll’s condition has only progressed. He no longer eats, as he could not hold it down. What remained of his skin had begun rapidly decomposing. It was as if his body has died on him and has resumed its natural decomposition. Kaelin tried desperately to heal him but to no avail.
Karl attempted to convince Kaelin to get him help, but the troll refused. Kaelin pushed herself hard to bring Jandi back to his brother. Even if he seemed that he would not make it. He deserved to be brought back home. The elves ate their dinner in silence as the troll dosed in Kaelin’s tent.
“Kae… do you…”
“What is it Karl?” She asked distractedly. She stood and set aside her dishes to be cleaned in the morning. “I need to see to Jandi. I have to-” The rogue placed a hand on her arm.
“Kae, slow down. You aren’t going to make it if you keep pushing yourself.”
“I have to… for him.”
“You love him, don’t you?” She averted her eyes. “That does not matter to me Kae. I stopped caring about hating this troll when you gave birth to my nephew. Look Kae, I love you and Kor. But you are not going to be able to help his father by pushing yourself to exhaustion.” A single tear slid from her eye.
“But, what if he does not make it?” Her lower lip wobbled. “What will I tell Kor’alli? That I let his brother die? I could not do that to him. What will I tell my son when he asks about his father?” Karl pulled his sister into his arms. A soft sob escaped when she felt his comforting arms around her. He rocked her as she cried on to his shoulder.
A soft yellow glow caught his attention. His eyes connected with the troll’s as Jandi emerged from the tent. He knelt before the two elves. He rested a cool hand on the druid’s shoulder. She looked up at him. Jandi gently tightened his grip and opened his mouth to speak.
“Jandi is no’ gonna make it. I honor ya fo’ doin everyt’ing ya can ta bring Jandi home. Kaelin ya-”
“Jandi don’t say that!” She cried. “You will make it. Don’t ever say that again!”
The troll sighed and tilted her chin up. “You be da bes’ thing dat has evah happen’ ta Jandi. Ya be da first elf ta evah look past Jandi an’ Kor’alli bein trolls. Ya gave me a son…” Tears flowed steadily down her cheeks.
“Jandi, please. I don’t-” He stopped her again. He tried to stand but his knees buckled. Kaelin jumped up and caught him around the waist. Jandi leaned heavily on her as she braced him. The rogue stood and took Jandi’s other arm. They stumbled back to the tent where they laid the exhausted troll back down on the bed roll.
“I am going to bed, rest well Kae… J-Jandi.” The elf nodded and exited the tent.
Jandi reached up and lifted a beaded necklace from his neck. “Will ya give dis to mah broddah?” The necklace greatly resembled the one that Kor’alli wore. Kaelin recalled the fond memory of the night in the bathtub. She accepted the necklace and put it into the pack nearby. Sniffling she looked back at the troll as he went into another coughing fit.
She stood and pulled her night shirt from her pack and commenced undressing. Jandi watched in silence when his cough dissipated. He enjoyed the appealing blue skin that was revealed more as each article of clothing was shed. Her body was still trim and slightly muscular.
Kaelin squeaked when a cold fingertip touched the soft flesh of her belly. She glanced down it the skinless fingertip. It traced the fine cluster of lines near her left hip. She smiled and closed her hand over his.
“What are ‘dose?”
“Those are stretch marks from carrying your son.” He traced them even more fondly. She placed a hand on his head and held him motherly when he rested the side of his head against her upper belly.
“I wish I could’a seen mah whelp.”
“You can, I carry a photo of him with me everywhere.” Jandi looked up at her in surprise. She smiled and bent to dig in her pack, ignoring the fact that even undead, her body still burned for him. She withdrew a book of spells and opened it. Various contents were pressed between the pages such as drying herbs, notes, pictures and a feather from one of Jandi’s arrows.
He took the photograph held out for him and studied it. The boy in it was no older than three. He looked much like a normal troll whelp. His skin was a few shades too dark and his face had softer lines. He was playing with a dog of some kind. That’s the wolf that belonged to that human hunter! He could see the beginnings of the whelp’s tusks poking from his smiling lips. His hair held a darker shade of red and his eyes were silver.
Jandi was so lost in the photo that he had not noticed when she slid beneath the covers of the bed roll and pressed herself up against his back. She circled her arms around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder. He rested the photo on her pack and turned to her. Their eyes communicated silently. The druid leaned up and brushed a kiss over his cheek before lying back onto the bed. He was not far behind.
He traced his finger up her bare stomach causing it to quiver. She grasped his hand and pulled him close. He pulled her back to his chest and held her for a stretch of silence before tracing patterns over her hips and belly. An idea stuck him as he pulled her tighter to him. He traced his fingers down and up her thigh, coaxing her legs apart.
Gently he drew his fingertips over the soft flesh of her sex. She trembled and gasped. Leaning over her, he carefully angled his head to nibble on her shoulder and neck. Her silver eyes slid closed. Kaelin did not resist when he drew her right leg over his hip.
He touched and caressed her, teasing her sex without penetrating the intimate skin. He hips would rock into his hand, trying to find liberation from this tortuous dance he had initiated. She nearly wept when his finally breeched the folds of her sex, stroking the sensitive skin there. Using the hand with most of the flesh intact, he pushed a thick finger into her while his thumb teased her clitoris. Her breath hitched and she moaned his name, begging him for more.
When he felt her near climax he would teasingly withdraw his hand to suck on his fingers before resuming her torture. This time her small hand closed over his, she ground her pelvis into his palm. Her breaths came in heavy pants. Perspiration dotted her smooth skin. As she approached the edge of climax, Jandi growled into her ear, “Who do ya belong to elf?”
She nearly screamed her reply as his deep voice sent her hurtling into orgasm. “You! Oh Jandi!” She moaned when she felt his teeth break the skin over her right shoulder. Her body trembled as her womb milked the troll’s thick fingers. Tears burned in her eyes when he released her shoulder and withdrew. He pulled her soundly up against his chest and nuzzled her hair.
“You take mah son an’ you live in mah cabin. It be yours now dat ya be mah mate.” She did not argue. She did not make a sound. She just gripped the loving arms around her and let the tears flow. She listened for his breath to deepen when he drifted into sleep before silently sobbing. All he ever cared about was helping others. He selflessly claimed her as his mate to give them an uncontroversial home. She did not recall when she too fell asleep in her lover’s arms.
This is the second to last chapter. Thats right, one more to go, and there may be some guest appearences. Thanks for reading...