Blood Lost

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This chapter has M/M hinting, F/M, Oral, and Necro.
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~*~Blood Lost~*~

Chapter One: The Run In

The sun started to seep in from the inn window as it fully risen in the sky. Kirqut grunted and rubbed the sleep out of his one eye. He and his traveling companion Xaq had rested in the town of Brill. It was a town mostly filled with people that just woke into the land of the undead. Kirqut and Xaq however were far from being new to this life. Kirqut stayed in Brill inn because it had more privacy than the Undercity. The warlock would avoid crowds when he could, even of his own kind. The half awake undead ran his fingers through his own long black hair for a quick combed look. He then looked down at his still asleep undead partner. As all undeads knew, they did not have to sleep. However, many still did because it felt like something that had to be done. It was an old habit still ground in their minds from a time they were alive.

Kirqut opened his intact eye enough to see the half naked undead in his arms.
The warlock smirked at the fact that most undead seemed to rot in the same places. He guessed it was based on what muscles and bones were used the most. He remembered a time when his elbows did not show exposed bone. He paused at the thought though. Was that memory from back when he was scourge? He didn't know anymore and just brushed it off. Kirqut gently touched his lover's exposed rib bones while his partner was half awake. His sleeping partner grunted but moved up against Kirqut more to be closer to his touch.

"Don't get too comfortable. I have to get up. I have a lot to do today," spoke Kirqut in his gruff undead voice. Xaq grumbled and just pulled at the sheets so more were on him than Kirqut. "Stupid rogue! I didn't mean right this second!"

"Just go, the sooner you'll be back," Xaq muttered half awake. Kirqut grunted in reply and gathered up his robe and other random clothing from the floor. He normally liked to wear dark reds but his current robe was purple. It had more power enchanted into it so he was forced to wear it now. He then put on a black hood that shadowed his face. With a moment of getting fully clothed he leaned over the bed to give Xaq a kiss. Xaq sleepily placed both his hands on Kirqut's cheeks under his hood. Xaq then kissed Kirqut back strongly. Unlike Kirqut, Xaq's face was untouched by rot. The rogue only had a his back teeth showing from his cheeks. Kirqut on the other hand had heavy damage he preferred to hide.

"Idiotic Argent Dawn . . ." Xaq muttered a complaint knowing what Kirqut was doing to spend all day doing. His warlock had been spending a lot of time killing scourge in Eastern Plaguelands to gain respect from the Argent Dawn. They were a good ally to have even though they let alliance join their ranks as well. Kirqut grabbed his bags and headed out of the inn. He summoned his voidwalker Kraggron, then followed by his Felsteed mount. It was going to be a long ride but he did not feel it was right to stay at the Argent Dawn's inn until he was friendly with them. The ride was quite normal as he came up to Corin's Crossing. He smirked and stopped his horse there. He could pick off a few mindless undead here before heading to the Plaguewood. As he dismounted his felsteed a hate shrieker ghost stood nearest to the warlock.

"Kraggron, go attack that hate shrieker!" commanded Kirqut to his voidwalker.

"As you wish..." the large blue creature replied as he went to make the first attack. Kirqut stood back and casted corruption and curse of agony. He was about to follow with an immolate fireball when he saw a blood elf run out of a building. A gibbering ghoul followed closely behind her. She was blonde haired paladin. She had short hair that framed her face as she ran by. Kirqut ignored what she was doing and proceeded to fire searing pain at the hate shrieker.

As the paladin ran by she attracted the attention of a stitched horror and a scourge warden. She casted a shield around herself and kept running. As Kirqut was finishing off the hater ghost he saw the blood elf run inside a nearby building. She showed no care or tactic to her fighting

"ARG! That idiot!" grunted Kirqut, knowing that vile tutors of the cult of the damned would be in there. Kirqut did not feel like rescuing morons today. He was not in one of his kind moods. The warlock had those moods few and far between. He was about to mind his own business until he though the blood elf may of had good standing with the Argent Dawn. Perhaps if she were friendly with them, him helping her would give him status as well.


"Kraggron, attack that stitched horror!" commanded Kirqut. Kraggon let out a sigh as he went after his target. The short haired blood elf stood in the house. It looked a though she had killed off the vile tutors in there previously. She worked on killing the gibbering ghoul and seemed not to notice Kirqut's existence. The warlock muttered at this and started to attack the scourge warden. He cast some stronger soul fire spells to get rid of him quickly so he could back up his voidwalker with the stitched horror. The paladin female attacked vigorously with her mace. For such a small creature she showed amazing brute force. Kirqut knew that blood elves did not have warriors, but it looked like paladins were the closest thing. She killed off the gibbering ghoul to have a spirit arise from it. She didn't seem to notice Kirqut and the voidwalker taking care of her other pulls.

"Another Darrowshire spirit! Are you all Darrowshire here? Nothing else? You undeads need more diversity!" complained the blonde paladin. Kirqut raised an eyebrow at the obviously insane blood elf. Though, to his surprise the house had dead vile tutors in it. At least she was smart enough to have them already dead before running in here. She turned, finally startled by the undead warlocks presence and pointed her mace at him.

"UGH, not another one," she complained as she casted a light shield around herself again. The blood knight was dressed in a mixture of green items and handmade copper armor.She held her mace tightly and went into battle stance.

"You idiot! I'm a Forsaken not one of these bumbling mindless creatures!" growled Kirqut in his naturally gruff undead voice. She blinked at his words like she had never seen a Forsaken before.

"Oh sorry! I've just been out here around these kind of undeads I kinda forgot your type existed," the paladin blood elf giggled. Her laughter would normally be found smooth and charming, yet the warlock found it irritating. Kirqut muttered at how annoying this situation could become. Every blood elf he had ran into on his travels either had a stick up their rear or was an airhead. He felt like he would regret asking to group with her.

"If you are working to gain credit with the Argent Dawn I am doing the same," stated Kirqut. He hated asking to group with people. He often preferred to work alone. However, if people were in his area killing what he needed to kill he might as well ask so he would get credit for their kills as well. He thought back a moment to when he met Xaq. One of the main reasons the warlock was still around him was the rogue actually knew how to fight.

"Oh no, I'm not. I'm looking for someone," she replied as she walked past him and out the doorway of the aged house. She spied both ways to make sure there wasn't going to be a surprise attack.

"Looking for someone by killing scourge?" Kirqut asked in a mocking tone while following her out. He shouldn't of cared at all but was intrigued by this woman's bizarre behavior. There were very few things Kirqut found entertaining. Watching mental disorders of others was one of them.

"Yes! I've been through so many at the scar in Silver-moon city and he hasn't shown up there. I'd thought I'd go through scourge in some other places. Its no telling how far he could of traveled!" she replied like what she was saying was rational. Kirqut only picked up some of the woman's gibberish.

"Looking for someone.... taken by the scourge?" asked Kirqut even though he should of not have been curious. He should have just let the crazy elf be killed by those attacking her moments ago.

"Well no, he was pretty much a scourge. I'm sure of it," she replied while peering back in the house. From one of the wretched windows the paladin could see a gibbering ghoul in the distance. "So what is your name?"

"What is YOUR name," retorted Kirqut in the stereotypical undead fashion. The undead were not known for being polite during any form of personal information.

"Annabelle," smiled Anna as she offered him her hand. His boney fingers wrapped around her hand for a hand shake. She gave him no grossed out look from his rot. Even some of the most polite non-undead had a hesitant moment before touching undead.

"That is an unusual name for a blood elf," commented Kirqut. Though his undead accent made it sound like he was mocking her, he was not. Luckily she understood this.

"Well, what is your name then?" asked Anna a tad annoyed that he did not kiss her hand like a gentleman should. Kirqut was confused by her reaction. Most undeads did not have lips. Was she expecting his bare teeth to touch her hand?

"Kirqut," he answered as he released her hand. A look of surprise came upon the blood elf's face as she then grabbed to hold his hand in both of hers.

"Oh my gosh! Kirqut! Kirqut with a silent Q-U-?" the blood elf spelled out joyfully. She tried to peer into the hood that covered his face. She did not want to seem obvious about it so she was unable to see any of his features.

". . . . .yes. . . ." the undead warlock replied quietly. To his surprise the paladin hugged him close. Her warm body pressed against his received a response of surprise and then annoyance. For a moment, there was even a feeling of comfort.

"By the sunwell! I'd never imagined you'd become a Forsaken! I was thinking you'd be a mindless scourge. I was trying to find you to put you out of your misery. I mean, you don't need me to do that since, you're not mindless and all?" the blood elf female burst into happy explaining. She then hugged the warlock even closer.

"What the hell!" grimaced Kirqut as he pulled away from her. The warlocks boney hands pulled off her warm flesh ones. He was inches away from backing up against the nearby wall. "You obviously are suffering from insanity."

"You don't remember me?" blinked Anna like she was surprised. Her step above pale skin seemed to fluster with a blush. She wondered for a moment if she may of made an embarrassing mistake. In her heart though, she felt it was him. And, who else would put a silent Q-U in their name.

"Hell No! I've never seen you in my unlife!" growled Kirqut as he turned his back on other paladin and headed to the door. Kraggon seemed to mutter and headed out as well

"Wait wait! I guess its not unusual for undeads not to remember their life before being undead. Right?" asked Anna. Kirqut paused in the doorway and turned around. This action he did not realize he was doing till he saw the blood elf facing him again. Her green fel eyes showed disappointment. Kirqut said a few curses under his breath. The warlock's voidwalker stood at attention right outside the door waiting for his warlock.

"Woman! Do not fool with me! I Have no reason to trust you," growled Kirqut. The blood elf approached closer to him. He would of normally stepped away and left the crazy paladin alone. Instead however, he stood in place while she hugged her arms around him once again. Kirqut stayed still and wondered if paladins had mind control like priests did. It was the only way to explain the unseen power she had over him.

"You don't remember me at all?" Anna whispered in his ear from outside his hood. Kirqut seemed stunned into silence as he dare not move. "Perhaps I need to do something to remind you." she smirked as she released on hand to stroke down the warlock's front. Gently her open hand ran down his chest to his stomach. Even though he was dressed in purple robes she managed to find his groin area. Kirqut put his hands at the sides of Anna's shoulders and pried her away till she was at his arms length. She blinked a few times and looked at him. Her face was quite beautiful despite the freckles across her upper cheeks.

"Crazy blood elf! What the hell is wrong with you!?" roared Kirqut. The blood night just giggled at him before getting on her knees and swiftly entering under his robe. Kirqut had the mind to call his voidwalker to take care of this nuisance. He lost his mind to do so when her soft lips wrapped around the tip of his manhood. The paladin ran her hands over Kirqut's boney knees to the hard flesh of his thighs.

"Oh, stiff in all the wrong places," giggled the blood elf as she then licked up Kirqut's limp staff. The undead grumbled and was about to call her an idiot and protest her actions. Depending on how an undead male rotted some still had enough slow moving paste like blood. Only these fortunate ones could get this manhood in a hard sexual position. However, this did not mean it was an everyday occurrence. He had just spent his time with his rogue Xaq, which could mean several days to weeks before he could be ready to go again.

As Kirqut opened his mouth to yell at the insane blood elf her hands glowed with a healing magic. His thigh skin became softer and his blood flowed smoother. Anna's delicate hands ran up to Kirqut's rear. She licked the underside of his intact manhood. The blood elf could feel every vein in it start to become tight with a rush or blood. With another lick it began to rise up like a normal living being. Gently with her tongue she went over every vein groove to make sure it was fully flowing.

"There, that is much better," giggled Annabelle as she pulled up Kirqut's robe so he could actually see the top of her head. She looked up at him with his cock one forth an inch from her face "I thought you may want to watch."

"Stupid blood elf! What the hell are you doing! I want none of this!" growled Kirqut as he glared down at Anna. She laughed at him and nuzzled his intact manhood with her cheek.

"You complain but you do not move away from me," she giggled as she ran her hand underneath his now tender sac. The paladin felt a little lack of skin on the backside of his boys, but quickly healed it. "Anything else I need to heal up for you?"

"You!" was all Kirqut could complain as Anna's gentle tongue licked up his male baggage. Her hands went to the sides of his hips. Her fingers curiously ran over an exposed hip bone on his left side. Kirqut was silent while her warm fingers ran across his undead body. She touched him like there was nothing at all wrong with him. Anna's hands did not skip over anything. Skin, muscle and exposed bones she all caressed lovingly. The blood elf's fingers went back to the undead's sac as her tongue graced his erectness again.

Kirqut found himself only able to watch the top of the blonde elf's head as her mouth shallowly took in his member. As her mouth fully covered what she could her tongue darted across the crack at the tip. Anna slipped his manhood deeper into her mouth. The undead warlock felt a combination of moist and warmth he had never felt before. He placed his gloved boney hands at either side of her face. Kirqut swore he could feel her living pulse from her mouth. Annabelle's lips tightened around his rod as she slowly pulled back off it. Her full lips gave a friction on his manhood that gave a rush of pleasure up his groin. She still kept the tip in her mouth and listened for his reaction.

The undead gasped and uncontrollably humped towards the blood elf's face. She smirked at his actions and willingly took him all the way in her mouth again. Though his length was a bit narrow, it was too long for her to take to the hilt. Her left hand twiddled around his sac only making him hump her face more. His thrusts were light like he was trying to resist. Anna however encouraged it by running her hands on the exposed bones of his rear. Parts of his flesh that had no working nerve endings started to get feeling. Even though her pleasuring was focused on his groin he felt warm everywhere.

"Moronic... elf.." gasped Kirqut as he felt an excruciatingly pleasant feeling. Anna moved her mouth back on forth on his male rod. She still made sure her tongue touched all the right spots. It was like she knew every exact spot that excited him. Her tongue ran softly across the vein grooves on the underside of his manhood. She began to pick up speed causing Kirqut to hold tighter to the sides of her face. The warlock leaned backward on the wall behind him and closed his eyes.

Though Anna could not speak her smirk showed she would giggle if she could. The paladin could not look up to see his reactions. Without looking she was able to read what he felt. He was almost there. She was sure this intimate act would jog his memory. The blood elf took her mouth off his member and placed her hand on it to finish the job. Anna's delicate hand moved up and down to jack him off. Her soft lips leaned in and sucked on his sac. The fever built up in the warlock and released.
The paladin had made sure to heal Kirqut in a fresh enough state to disperse a normal amount of liquid when he came. Anna grinned teasingly as she licked the release off Kir's manhood. The blood elf licked his length for every drop he left out.
Her light licks on his now tender rod made him noticeable shiver.

Reality started to sink back in for the undead warlock. He quickly took his hands off the paladin's cheeks. Kirqut put his whole weight up against the wall he was leaning on. He looked down with his one functional eye. Anna still had his robe pushed up around her shoulders. Some of the undead's fluids still rested on the blood elf's lower lip as she smiled up at him. She placed his robe back down properly and stood up. The paladin came up to the warlock's face and kissed him strongly. Kirqut quickly pulled out of the kiss before Anna's wandering hands could touch his shadowing hood. His boney hands wrapped around her wrists to make sure they did not pull down his hood.

"You still don't remember?" sighed the blood knight. She held her hands still non threateningly till Kirqut released them. Anna pouted looking directly at Kirqut. With him up against the wall in an upright position he matched her height. His body language showed fear of her though his voice spoke anger.

"Get the hell away from me!" he growled as he walked out the door. His body language when he walked off showed a man full of anger. The voidwalker waiting outside quickly followed his warlock.

"Please! Kirqut! Just give me a day and a night! If you don't by then-" she yelled as she followed him. The noise attracted a nearby scourge warden. The armored skeleton moved over and swung his weapon at Annabelle. The paladin dodged as she realized her trusty mace had been left in the wrecked house. She put up holy shield and quickly made her way back into the house. Kirqut huffed and kept walking. The stupid elf was none of his concern.

Despite what he felt he paused. His back was still to the decaying town. In the steady silence he heard a weapon clink against another. He felt relieved she had reached her weapon in time. The warlock turned around and looked towards the shack the blood knight had just been intimate with him in.

"Master?" questioned Kraggon in his void filled voice. Even he expected an order from his warlock. His blue body moved a bit, preparing to help attack.

"Attack that scourge warden... if its about to kill her. No sooner. " Kirqut commanded. Kraggon went in only for the warden to be dead by the time he got there. Annabelle came out of the rotted home followed by Kraggon. She looked rather upset and roughed up the surprise attack.

"Why didn't you help me!" yelled Anna as she exited the town and went up to where Kirqut was. Her mace and shield were still in her hands. Despite her weapon being out she made no move to attack Kirqut in frustration.

"I had to make sure you could handle yourself, If I am to hang out with you for a night and a day," muttered Kirqut. Anna smiled even wider than she did when he had confirmed his name being Kirqut. She dropped her mace and hugged Kirqut close. Kirqut sighed annoyed. "And you will have to quit doing that."

"Sorry," Anna giggled with a smirk then picking up her mace and placing it at her side. "Will you go to where I want to go then?"

"Erg, I suppose if I must prove to you I am not the one you are looking for," grumbled Kirqut. He placed his hand under his hood to straighten his hair. Anna seemed to recognize that move as him showing his nervousness.

"Okay then!" Anna said with a perky voice. "To Silvermoon!"