A Midnight Encounter
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,939
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own World of Warcraft, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Midnight Encounter
Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft, Blizzard does. Characters are owned by their respective players. I take credit for the plotline.
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Ithilya sat on her bed, deep in meditation. She had only just started down the shaman’s path few weeks ago, and found the presence of the spirits to be comforting. The quiet sound of hooves stepping lightly reached her ears, and she opened her eyes, looking to the doorway. A moment later the tall, muscular figure of her friend stepped into view, his dark skin - nearly black - blending in with the night.
“Good evening, my friend. What brings you here?”
He smiled. “I came here for you.”
Ithilya cocked her head sideways in puzzlement. “For me? What do you mean, K~” Suddenly, he is at her bed, lips gently but firmly locked to hers. She gasped in surprise, and put her hands to his chest to push him away, but hesitates.
After what felt both like hours and mere seconds, he pulled away, smiling down at her with his mischievous eyes. “I was called to you, Ilya.”
He leaned to her again, this time she reached out to meet him halfway, wrapping her arms around his broad torso and pressing her lips against his passionately. She felt as his facial tendrils caress her neck, and stroke her own, and gasped out in the surprising feel of pleasure. His tongue slipped between her parted lips, invading and exploring her mouth, inviting her to do the same.
Ithilya doesn’t realize that he had removed her blouse until his hands cupped her breasts, sending a shiver through her body. Strong, nimble fingers stroked and teased her soft skin, causing her to moan in pleasure before she could stop herself. Her hands tore at his shirt, pulling it open and exploring every inch of his bare chest.
She felt him begin to break the kiss, and attempted to hold him there, not wanting it to end. But he slipped from her lips, and smiled again. He said nothing, but lowered his head and kissed her neck softly, nipping the tip of one of her tendrils gently. She gasped and felt herself moisten, wanting more of him.
His kissing lips and nipping teeth traveled a wandering path down her chest, circling her breasts before settling upon her left nipple. Sucking it into his mouth, he gently flicked his tongue back and forth. At the same time, his tendrils reached out, coiling around her right breast and teasing her nipple. The combined sensation was almost too much for her, and a long moan issued from her parted lips.
He lingered there, swapping to her other breast and back, for what felt like eons of bliss. She suddenly notices that his hands were again hard at work, pulling down her bottoms and pressing his palm against her heated sex. “Oh, please. I cannot take anymore.”
He lifted his head up to look her in the eyes, her breast falling free from his lips with an audible pop. “I’m not done yet, and neither are you.”
Before she can say another word, he slid down her body, lifting her legs up to hook her knees over his shoulders. She gasped out in confusion, then pleasure, as he kissed along the inside of her thighs before running his tongue along her nether lips.
Without thinking, she grasped his horns with both hands, rubbing her hips against his head slowly. His facial tendrils moved again, stroking her thighs, while one rubbed against her entrance, slipping its tip inside briefly before flicking out again.
Her body melted as he kisses her sensitive nub and sucked gently. She couldn’t take any more of this, she wanted him inside her, needed him inside her. He paused, then slipped one tendril inside her wet passage. Another moan escaped her lips, and she gently began to grind against him. “Oh, please. More. More.”
A soft chuckle vibrated against her flesh, raising a squeal of ecstasy. “As you wish.” One of the tendrils caressing her thigh slid to join its brother, coiling themselves around each other as they push inside her entrance.
Ithilya threw herself against him, grinding and rutting, moaning as he uncoiled and spread his tendrils inside her, pressing against sensitive parts of her she didn't even know she had. Her breathing grew fast and shallow, and her body stiffened as every muscle was screaming at her in pleasure.
Then she could feel it, waves of ecstasy sweeping through her, leaving her body all aquiver. She was coming.
She was coming!
She was
Ithilya awoke and sat bolt upright in bed, the bed sheets clinging to her glistening skin, and a large spot of damp between her legs, still expanding.
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Ithilya sat on her bed, deep in meditation. She had only just started down the shaman’s path few weeks ago, and found the presence of the spirits to be comforting. The quiet sound of hooves stepping lightly reached her ears, and she opened her eyes, looking to the doorway. A moment later the tall, muscular figure of her friend stepped into view, his dark skin - nearly black - blending in with the night.
“Good evening, my friend. What brings you here?”
He smiled. “I came here for you.”
Ithilya cocked her head sideways in puzzlement. “For me? What do you mean, K~” Suddenly, he is at her bed, lips gently but firmly locked to hers. She gasped in surprise, and put her hands to his chest to push him away, but hesitates.
After what felt both like hours and mere seconds, he pulled away, smiling down at her with his mischievous eyes. “I was called to you, Ilya.”
He leaned to her again, this time she reached out to meet him halfway, wrapping her arms around his broad torso and pressing her lips against his passionately. She felt as his facial tendrils caress her neck, and stroke her own, and gasped out in the surprising feel of pleasure. His tongue slipped between her parted lips, invading and exploring her mouth, inviting her to do the same.
Ithilya doesn’t realize that he had removed her blouse until his hands cupped her breasts, sending a shiver through her body. Strong, nimble fingers stroked and teased her soft skin, causing her to moan in pleasure before she could stop herself. Her hands tore at his shirt, pulling it open and exploring every inch of his bare chest.
She felt him begin to break the kiss, and attempted to hold him there, not wanting it to end. But he slipped from her lips, and smiled again. He said nothing, but lowered his head and kissed her neck softly, nipping the tip of one of her tendrils gently. She gasped and felt herself moisten, wanting more of him.
His kissing lips and nipping teeth traveled a wandering path down her chest, circling her breasts before settling upon her left nipple. Sucking it into his mouth, he gently flicked his tongue back and forth. At the same time, his tendrils reached out, coiling around her right breast and teasing her nipple. The combined sensation was almost too much for her, and a long moan issued from her parted lips.
He lingered there, swapping to her other breast and back, for what felt like eons of bliss. She suddenly notices that his hands were again hard at work, pulling down her bottoms and pressing his palm against her heated sex. “Oh, please. I cannot take anymore.”
He lifted his head up to look her in the eyes, her breast falling free from his lips with an audible pop. “I’m not done yet, and neither are you.”
Before she can say another word, he slid down her body, lifting her legs up to hook her knees over his shoulders. She gasped out in confusion, then pleasure, as he kissed along the inside of her thighs before running his tongue along her nether lips.
Without thinking, she grasped his horns with both hands, rubbing her hips against his head slowly. His facial tendrils moved again, stroking her thighs, while one rubbed against her entrance, slipping its tip inside briefly before flicking out again.
Her body melted as he kisses her sensitive nub and sucked gently. She couldn’t take any more of this, she wanted him inside her, needed him inside her. He paused, then slipped one tendril inside her wet passage. Another moan escaped her lips, and she gently began to grind against him. “Oh, please. More. More.”
A soft chuckle vibrated against her flesh, raising a squeal of ecstasy. “As you wish.” One of the tendrils caressing her thigh slid to join its brother, coiling themselves around each other as they push inside her entrance.
Ithilya threw herself against him, grinding and rutting, moaning as he uncoiled and spread his tendrils inside her, pressing against sensitive parts of her she didn't even know she had. Her breathing grew fast and shallow, and her body stiffened as every muscle was screaming at her in pleasure.
Then she could feel it, waves of ecstasy sweeping through her, leaving her body all aquiver. She was coming.
She was coming!
She was
Ithilya awoke and sat bolt upright in bed, the bed sheets clinging to her glistening skin, and a large spot of damp between her legs, still expanding.