Realendra

“It would help me so much if you destroyed those eight legged menaces!” the Human said to this Draenei standing before him.
“I will assist you,” she said back with a small smile.
“Thank you so much,” he said, then stood at attention and saluted, “may the Light be with you!”
She bowed.
“Thank you,” she said to him before walking off into the gloomy Duskwood night.

Raelendra, the Draenei Priest, found herself face to face with one of the giant 'menaces' the Human had talked of, a giant spider. It came at her with deadly speed, it's fangs dripping with some vile, greenish liquid. She quickly reached into the spider's primitive mind, filling it's psyche with the utmost terror. It stopped for a moment, then screamed as it ran in the opposite direction in a maddened frenzy. She concentrated her mind, then cast such a spell to assault the spider's mind with a shadowed energy. It twitched and looked back at her, the fear of her Psychic Scream now wearing off. She immediately followed up with a beam of dark blue energy, radiating from her outstretched hand.

The beast faltered for a moment, then fell to the ground, letting out one last gurgling growl. She smiled as the fight was over; at least for now. She felt her spirit energy, known as Mana, return to her in a torrent as she was able to tap into the spider's rapidly depleting soul from this world. Off to the Twisting Nether, she imagined.

Realendra did not consider herself especially beautiful, although her family told her otherwise. She looked much like her other Draenei brethren; tall and slender with glowing blue skin and iris-less eyes. Her hair was tied up in a simple ponytail, how she preferred it. On her head sat two petite horns, they parting her hair a bit as they jutted out and toward the sky.

She returned back to the task at hand, now feeling back to normal. She spotted another spider and began slaying it in the same fashion; causing great fear in the creature, casting her devastating spells as if ran. In no time, she had killed five of the beasts, their corpses littering the ground around her in pools of blood and ichor.

She caught a glimpse of one other of the giant spiders. It seemed to be walking quite a bit slower than the rest she had seen. She grinned, as it was probably merely her imagination playing tricks on her. She ran up to the spider, it catching a glimpse of her. As it ran to her, she waited until it got within range for her deadly spells.

Before it got close enough, however, it let out a droning screech, turned around, and shot a fine mist at her from it's abdomen. As it hit her face, it ran off, out of sight completely.

She coughed as she waved the putrid smelling gas away from her. Was it poison that she had just breathed in? She took a few steps back, clenching and unclenching her hands. Not a paralysis poison, she thought to herself with a hint of relief. She didn't feel any different whatsoever.
“Probably a mere distraction,” she said, dismissing the strange thing altogether as she headed for the road to collect her reward from the Human.

“I thank you again, noble Draenei,” he said to her with a bow.
“It was nothing,” she replied modestly.
In truth, she wasn't feeling herself. Ever since she started down the road to meet the Human, she began to feel different. She couldn't put her finger on the malady, however.
“Please take this as a token of my appreciation,” he continued as he handed her a brand new set of sturdy looking gloves.
“Thank you,” she said, trying to ignore the strangeness going on inside her.
The man cocked his head to the side as he handed her the reward.
“Miss, are you going to be alright?” he asked with concern.
She shook her head quickly.
“Yes, I am fine,” she quickly recovered as she jammed the gloves in her pack, “I just need to sit down for a bit.”
“By all means,” the man replied as he gestured to a small chair in his quaint camp.

She took the seat. Her eyes closed as she tried to get a grip on this feeling coursing through her. It was not a sickness, and not at all completely unpleasant at that. That is what frightened her the most. It felt like a burning, a kind of desire in the pit of her stomach. An itch.
“Would you like some water miss?” the man offered as he stooped over her, “you are sweating quite a bit.”
Realization slapped her in the face as she looked back at him. She knew precisely what this feeling was as her eyes trailed down his muscled arms and handsome face.
“I have to go,” she said as she shakily got to her feet.
“Are you certain?” he inquired.
She tried not to look at him.
“Yes, I will be fine,” she responded before walking away from the camp.

She scanned for a deserted area as the burning within her tripled it's power. No, this feeling was not painful whatsoever; what she was feeling was extreme sexual desire. The spider must have sprayed some kind of strange chemical at her to make her this way, she thought to herself.

She found an area of the woods that was completely empty, save for a large shady tree. Perfect, she thought. She needed release, or else lose her sanity. She would choose sanity.

She half walked, half stumbled to the tree, pressing her back up against it. Before she was even sitting, her hands were already exploring her body. She quickly untied the sash holding her robe together and opened it, to allow for something soft to sit on. Her right hand was kneading her breasts, her left was rubbing her vagina. She let out a long groan as she found her clitoris and gave it a small pinch.

Raelendra quickly removed her underwear and resumed pleasuring herself, this time bare skin against bare skin. She closed her eyes and was openly sighing and groaning as she felt the soft waves of enjoyment ripple through her. She brought her hand up to her mouth and sucked on two fingers before returning to her destination. She pushed the fingers inside her vagina while paying close attention to her breasts with her remaining hand. She slowly arched her back as the feelings intensified within her. She let out much louder moans and cries while increasing the pace of her fingers. Her remaining hand, the one tending to her breasts, went downward and was now gently rubbing at her clitoris. Her brow furrowed as she became closer...closer. The one small ripples were now crashing waves of feeling inside her. She doubled the pace of her fingers.

Sweat covered her as she continued the administrations on her body. Then, just as she thought she was going to lose control, she accidentally grazed her clitoris with her fingernail. This sent her into one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever felt, her every cell seeming to be lit aflame. Her hoofed feet pointed downward acutely as she cried out, the violently sweet feelings ripping and tearing just beneath her skin.

Finally, after what seemed like minutes, she was finished. She pulled her fingers out and lied there for several moments. As she slowly caught her breath from the astoundingly powerful orgasm, she came to another realization. Even mere moments after her release, her body eagerly awaited more. She needed more stimulation. She needed it harder, faster. She needed a man.

Sanity was not an option at this time. Whatever the spider had sprayed at her, just minutes before, had a profound hold on her. She needed a man's touch, hovering over her as he pumped his manhood in and out of her again and again...

She shook away the thought, for it would remove her soul if she lingered upon it. She needed the real thing. Now.

She peered around the tree she was leaning up against, promptly chewing on her lower lip as she spotted someone. A well muscled warrior was standing on the road just feet away from her, he looking to be making some kind of bandages with linen. She got to her feet and left the cover of the tree, completely naked as she approached him.

At first, he hadn't noticed her approaching him; he busily at work with creating something. Once he saw her, she noticed he did a double take at her nude body, sleek with sweat and desire. He gaped at her for a few moments, then quickly put the half finished bandage in his pack and ran over to her.
“Are you alright, miss?” he said with a concerned voice as he held her shoulders.
Just the feel of his warm hands on her shoulders set her skin on fire. She leaned in to kiss him.
“What are you doing?” he asked quickly as he pulled away.
She looked down with a smile to see a hard erection forming in his chain pants.
“You must be well endowed to be able to move those metal pants,” she said to him while rubbing her hand slowly along the area.
He looked down for a moment, then took her hand away from the area.
“You are not well miss,” he shuddered, “I will get you to Darkshire where you can rest-”
“Don't you want to make love to me?” she asked him in a sultry voice, again rubbing his erection through the chain of his pants, “obviously you do.”
“Miss, you aren't-”
“Push your penis deep inside me?” she continued on, “while I scream for more? I know you want it.”

This was not anything like she thought she was. Normally she was a quiet, even shy girl around men. When a spider sprays some kind of deathly strong toxin at her that causes her to suddenly crave sex, however, it is an entirely different story altogether.

“Here, you could use a little convincing,” she then said.
She kneeled down and pulled his pants down with one swift movement.
“Miss!” the man said, “what if someone sees-”
The rest was lost to feeling as she slid his manhood into her mouth and began sucking. She took as much of him as she could, then pulled it out rhythmically, repeating the action with slow, deliberate strokes. She circled her tongue slowly along the head and shaft as she continued taking him in her mouth again and again.
“Please, we cannot do this here,” he said.
The words had no validity as she felt his hands grab a hold lightly of her horns as she continued sucking on him. It was more of a suggestion than an order.
“So you want me to stop?” she said as she took him out of her mouth.
She was still sexily stroking the shaft slowly with a hand.
“Well, is it right?” he said, a bit awkwardly.
“Fine,” she said with a fake frown, “if not you, then I will find someone else.”
she relinquished her hold on him and got to her feet.
“I hear there are some Orcs in the area that may take advantage of a poor little Draenei like myself,” she said as she took a step back, “but if that's what you want-”
“Wait.”
She turned back around with a muffled smile to look at him sternly.
“Yes?”
“Well, I don't want that to happen,” he said with a clear stutter, his erection still standing at full attention from her actions prior.
“What are you trying to say?” Raelendra said, taking a step closer, “you're saying you've had a change in heart?”
“Maybe,” he said, his face red with embarrassment.
She began stroking him once again while looking into his eyes.
“I may consider it,” she said, “if you ask nicely.”
She got to her knees again, giving the head a playful lick.
“Say please,” she softly ordered him.
“Please,” he quickly responded.
She smiled as she faced his manhood once again.
“I knew you'd come to your senses,” she said before taking him into her mouth again.

She loved having absolute control over this man. He began groaning slowly as she slid his manhood in and out of her mouth. Her tongue ran rampant along the soft, hot skin. His hands returned to her horns. She looked up to see his face; his eyes were closed, his mouth agape. She loved it. She sucked harder as she clasped her hand around the shaft and stroked him with every downward motion. Hearing his soft sounds growing in volume and intensity, she increased her pace. She let the top of the head graze her sharp teeth a few times, to tease him. He responded with a loud groan.
“I'm so close,” he said in a strained voice as she worked.
He must really be enjoying her, she thought to herself with a mental grin. She took his entire length in her mouth, only for a moment, then sucked hard as she took it all the way out with a small pop.
“Why don't you?” she asked him quickly before taking him back inside.
She was now taking him deeper and faster than ever. She felt his hands tighten on her horns as he thrust in, just a bit, to meet her down strokes. She felt hot liquid creep down her throat as she swallowed again and again, being sure that he was able to experience the full magnitude of his orgasm.

Once he was done, she pulled him out of her mouth.
“Delicious,” she said with a wicked grin while licking her lips deviously.
“That was incredible,” he said breathlessly, “miss-”
He was at a loss for a name.
“Raelendra,” she answered back, “bet you've never had a woman do that to you without even knowing their name.”
“Actually, I've never done it at all,” he said with another embarrassed look.
She smiled again.
“I get to break in a virgin then,” she said as she got to her feet again, “I will be right back. Wait for me.”
She quickly returned to the tree and, thinking about it, beckoned him over to her. He quickly obeyed, heading over to the tree and her.

“This robe will be a bit more comfortable then the ground, “she quickly explained, then laid down before him, “now lick me. You'd better do a good job, or else I won't let you make love to me.”
She knew it was a lie, but he didn't. He immediately got down to her level and approached her face. They kissed. Sweet feelings of pleasure coursed through her once again as she felt his hands run rampant over her body. She cried out through the kiss as he ran a finger along her opening. He broke away with a smile as his hands both found there way to her breasts. He moved down, sucking briefly on one of her hardened nipples before continuing. He kissed the soft skin of her stomach while moving farther downward. She waited patiently (or impatiently, rather) for him to reach his destination. The feeling inside of her needed attention.

At last, he reached ground zero. As she felt him begin, she ran her hands through his hair. She felt a finger push into her, then move with a seeming expert technique. In fact, everything he was doing was perfectly stimulating the right areas just as they needed to be stimulated. The feeling seemed to triple as he used his tongue. She took her hands off his head and gripped the robe on the floor below her.
“Oh gods,” she said breathlessly, “you're so good.”
There was no wasted movement in his action it seemed. She began crying out loudly as he continued on, the feeling much better than if she was doing it herself. He was very good.
“Just like that,” she said as she felt a particularly powerfully sweet sensation ripple through her, “don't stop.”
She felt that same sensation five or more times, causing her to cry out with delight. She arched her back again. She was close.
“I'm going-”
She cut off. An amazingly powerful orgasm hit her, possibly greater than the one she gave herself earlier. She gripped his head as wave after crashing wave shook her body intensely.
“Keep going, I'm going to-”
She sliced the sentence off as she experienced an unbelievable second orgasm. Her knuckles went white on the robe as she let out one, loud cry of ecstasy.

At last, realizing it was over, the man stopped his administrations and reappeared in front of her with a smile.
“How did I do?” he asked her.
She took a moment to catch her breath.
“That was incredible,” she said as she looked into his eyes, “I've never felt that way in my life.”
She grabbed onto his neck and pulled him closer.
“Please make love to me,” she said, “I want to feel you inside me.”
Her control over him, just moments before, was promptly gone. She only wanted him to take control now, to give her the ultimate pleasure.
“Are you sure it's ok?” he asked.
She reached down and grabbed a hold of his manhood.
“Please,” she repeated, “I can't wait any longer.”

She helped him guide his manhood to her. She felt it slide inside with relatively no trouble. She grabbed a hold of his neck again.
“Are you ready?” he asked her.
“Do it,” she softly ordered.
No amount of preparation could ready her for what came next. Sweet, violent and rushing pleasure ran deep into her veins as she felt him slide in and out of her. She ground her hips to match his movement as he continued to make love to her. Her mouth remained open, her eyes closed. She wrapped her legs around him as well, her breasts bouncing with every sweet stroke.
“Faster, please,” she begged him.
He quickly complied, the feelings increasing within her, as impossible as it seemed. Her body was in heaven, experiencing the rawest, yet sweetest feelings of enjoyment ever felt. She opened her eyes and looked down, seeing his full length swallowed inside her with every thrust. She then looked up at him, they locking gazes of the sweetest serenity. She reached up and locked lips with him, her cries of pleasure muffled for the moment. They broke away a few moments later as he went down and sucked at her nipples.
“So good,” she said between her cries, gasps and groans.
In truth, it was more than good. Liquid fire igniting every pore and cell in her body was more than good.

She lightly tapped on him.
“My turn,” she said to him as she gently pulled him out of her and rolled out from under him.
She signaled for him to lie down. She positioned herself on top, facing him while taking him in her hand and guiding it to her again. She groaned softly as she felt it enter her again, only this time she was on top. She was in control.

She felt her breasts bounce as she impaled herself on him again and again. She looked into his eyes as she continued giving both him, and herself, the utmost pleasure. She reached out with her hands and locked fingers with his'. She resumed her action.
“How does it feel for you?” she asked him breathlessly as she felt him stab inside her.
“It feels wonderful,” he said as she continued looking into his eyes, “please go faster, Raelendra.”
At this smiled.
“Oh no,” she said, a particularly deep stroke causing her to break her sentence with another sigh, “I am in control. I do what I want.”
She ground her hips a bit while he was deep inside her, causing both him and her to cry out with feeling. She fell forward, on his chest, as she thrust down more and more.

“I can't hold out much longer, Raelendra,” he heard him say, the sounds of him entering her turning the Draenei on almost past control.
She placed her hands on his rocky chest and slowly eased up, his manhood leaving her for a moment.
“No,” she said as she looked at him sternly, “you can't until I do. You understand?”
“Yes,” he answered shakily, “I understand.”
“Good,” she said with a smile, “maybe we can do it together, if you are good at timing.”

She reached behind her and guided him inside once again. She cried out a bit and anchored herself with her hands placed firmly on the ground as she felt him stretch her. Her eyes locked with his again.
“Get ready,” she said with another smile.
She began thrusting her hips down with more speed and force than ever before. The action caused her to cry out in rhythm with the downward motions, a pang of sweet pleasure filling her every time she felt him fill her up. Her strokes were quickly matched with his upward grinds, easily doubling the enjoyment that flowed through her. She closed her eyes and rested on his chest again while continuing to experience the amazing feeling within her. Suddenly, she felt him push up on her, causing her to stop her movement and look at him.
“What are you-”
“Get on your knees,” he quickly instructed, now kneeling with her facing him.
She frowned.
“Hey, didn't I tell you that I was the one in charge-”
He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around. She felt his hand gently push her down, to get her to her knees.
“I told you that you can't-”
Her words were lost as she let out a loud groan as he slid inside her once again. She felt him grab a hold of her thighs and begin thrusting. Her knuckles quickly went white on the robe a second time. He was skilled at this position. Very skilled.
“Oh gods,” she said between the wondrous feelings swimming through her, “don't stop.”
“But I thought you wanted to be the one in charge?” he said slyly as he halted his action.
“I don't care!” she shouted, the absence of his administration being too much for her “just make love to me!”
“Say please,” he said.
She could feel his wicked grin on her. She probably deserved this, she supposed, for her similar action earlier.
“Please,” she said, “I want you, now.”

She squealed with delight as he continued on. She felt herself meeting with his movements with her own. It was as if her body acted of it's own accord. She began doubting his innocent story of being a virgin.
“Right there!” she yelled as she felt her spine tingle from a particular action, “I'm so close.”
She felt him double his pace. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead as she claimed his entire length again and again, coming closer to ultimate ecstasy with every sweet stroke. She heard his groans were mounting as well, he was close.
“Do it, now!” she said, the beginning of her own, powerful orgasm developing.
Nothing could have prepared her for the feeling she was experiencing at that moment. Her arms gave out at the start. She laid on the robe with wide eyes and a gaped mouth, letting out one, almost tortured sounding scream. Her body quivered, her muscles twitched. The exploding, tearing and fulfilling sensation she felt in those few moments were unlike anything she had felt in her entire life.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“The wedding is this week, isn't it honey?” she heard him call out from the other room.
She looked up from her cup of tea to see him standing there with a small smile.
“Of course,” she answered back with a grin, “why, you nervous?”
“Well, a little bit,” he stammered out while he scratched his head, “I mean, we aren't exactly an everyday couple, if you know what I mean.”
She knew precisely what he meant. She was Draenei, he was Human. This man, named Anon as she later found out, quickly captured her heart after that fateful night where blind and raw sexual desire is all that she cared for. He had taken her back to his house, and they had fallen madly in love over the next year. That spider was the best thing that could have happened to her, she thought to herself.
“I know, but we will be fine honey,” she said as she stood and kissed him.
“Of course,” he said with another, renewed grin, “because love always conquers.”

“What are you trying to say?” she said with a grin of her own, “that you love me or something?”
“More than anything,” he said as he pulled her in close.
“Well then,” she said with a mischievous tone, “why don't you prove it.”
She quickly let her robe fall to the floor and pressed her breasts against him. He raised an eyebrow with a smile.
“So who's turn is it to be in control tonight?” he asked as he gave her nipple a playful pinch.
“You,” she said simply.
“Me again?” he asked, “but I am always the one in control.”
“But you're really good at it,” she said as she leaned forward and kissed him.
He leaned down and picked her up. She giggled with delight.
“Well, let me see if I can't teach you a thing or two,” he said with a wink as they left for the bedroom.