Of the Shattered Sun

Aundal

The clanging of someone putting an anvil to good work rang through the clear night in Orgrimmar. While most would be sleeping a lone blood elf was repairing her weapons and armor. She wore only a simple black shirt and slacks with the tabard of the Blood Knights slung casually over a cold anvil at her side. Her dark clothes stood out starkly against her silver white hair while her golden brown complexion shined even in the low light of the burning braziers. Her fingers moved deftly over her armor, cleaning the dried blood off of it with a rag. She even picked off traces of bright pink hair and pieces of skin and flesh. Some Alliance member had met an unfortunate end at her hand.

Sighing, she admired her work. Her armor shimmered once more, her shield a shining piece of blacksmithing, and her sword glowed and gleamed again. It had taken her a couple of hours but she was finished. In a few days she would be back in Silvermoon and she would enjoy her few weeks vacation from the Eye of the Storm and all of Outland. Loading her armor into several bags she carried them out of the Valley of Honor and into the dark recesses of the Drag.

Except for the hoot of an owl or the bark of a dog she heard nothing and her green eyes glittered in the cool darkness of the desert night. Normally she would summon her steed but she had always felt safe in Orgrimmar and a walk could only do her good. She turned into a building and was greeted by the innkeeper. The orc lady smiled nervously at her and she only smiled back. Her eyes darted to her room as if to warn her but the elf only furrowed her brow in irritation. What could she possibly have to fear? Still, her body tensed in anticipation as she opened her door.

“Aundal, we’ve been waiting for you.” No wonder the innkeeper had been so nervous Lady Liadrin had come to her inn! Aundal sank to her knees in a bow immediately, what would the Blood Matriarch think to see one of her knights sans tabard and armor!? She could only think of the worst…instead, she heard the soft charming laugh of her leader.

“There is no need for such formalities, Aundal. Please rise.”

She could only obey. This was when she noticed she was accompanied by not just her guards, but also a draenei! How did she manage to get him into Orgrimmar? Silvermoon would be no problem since it was practically hers, she must have struck up a deal with Warchief Thrall. Her eyes darted from him, to the guards, to Lady Liadrin. Was she in some kind of trouble for not siding with the Scryers?

“Milady, may I ask why I have been granted the honor of a visit?” Liadrin took a seat in a nearby chair and motioned for Aundal to sit. She obeyed and sat quietly on the bed trying her best not to appear too nervous. She had a feeling that she would want her to switch sides and regain the trust of the Scryers and be with her people.

“Leave us.” The knights hastily left, probably to stand guard outside her door. Aundal took a deep breath, she hadn’t been aware that she stopped breathing. “One of the Commanders and I have been talking about some of our soldiers that we’ve been seeing a lot of and hearing a lot about. Your name, Aundal, along with Boro’s name came up. We decided that since you two are such exemplary members of the Shattered Sun Offensive and both Paladins we would give you both that title.”

The draenei inhaled sharply and his chest puffed out making the room seem smaller to the two dainty blood elves. Aundal herself could not believe the honor she was being given. This could not possibly be real. She looked to the draenei, Boro, and he looked at her, his glowing blue eyes were wide in disbelief.

“This is a great honor.” His Thalassian was heavily accented but it was quite a treat to hear a distinctly smooth male voice. “But why bring me to Orgrimmar? Why could we not meet in Shattrath?”

He had a point. Why had they not met in Shattrath or in Quel’Danas? The Blood Matriarch was up to something that she was not quite ready to reveal. She was suddenly glad for his questioning her, perhaps his race weren’t quite as dim witted as she’d been told.

“Well, Boro, if you must know I have an assignment for you two and you must do it together if things are to go as planned. Once you have completed this assignment your respective leaders, that means me for you Aundal,” Liadrin smirked. “will grant you the title ‘of the Shattered Sun Offensive’ along with the Shattered Sun Tabard and several other goodies that go with the name.”

She reached into her pants pocket and pulled out two envelopes, handing one to Aundal and the other to Boro. They both were closed and sealed with the stamp of the Shattered Sun Offensive.

“Do not open them now. You can do so in three weeks time. I have not forgotten that you are going on a vacation Aundal though it will be cut two weeks short. Three weeks from this day you may open them and inside the letters will be your objectives. Follow them to a tee, this is crucial if you are to become higher ranking officers for the Shattered Sun Offensive. This goes beyond race relations or faction hatred, this is key to your survival and to our survival. Do you understand me?”

The two nodded obediently as if they were new recruits. Liadrin smiled faintly and peered out the window as she rose from her seat. Dawn was coming quite fast and the sky hinted its progression as it turned a pastel lavender.

“Let us go Boro, your time is almost up to be in this city and not be hunted. Good luck Aundal and see you very soon.”

With that Boro followed Liadrin out of her room and the door closed briskly behind them. She heard them walk down the hall and then nothing. Aundal was exhausted. She traced the seal of her letter with her fingers and wondered why the three weeks? She was dying to open it but there was a magic emanating from it that she knew would either alert Liadrin she had broken orders or would make the letter close itself again. It was too much to think about.

Wearily she blew out the candles in the room, collapsed onto her bed clutching the letter, and fell asleep as her fingers traced the seal of the Shattered Sun Offensive.

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It was the slight knock on the door that woke Aundal from her dreamless sleep. The letter was a little crumpled in her hand but the seal remained intact. Just by the light coming in the window and the incessant heat it must be noon or very close to noon already.

“Aka’Magosh, friend. You wished to be awoken at high noon to catch your zeppelin correct?” That’s right, she would be going back to Silvermoon today.

“Y-yes, thank you!” As she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes she stood and made her way to the wash bowl. After wiping herself down with the luke warm water, she dressed again and slipped into her armor. After so many years she had never quite gotten used to its heaviness though she put it on and moved within it with the ease of a seasoned paladin. Strapping her weapons to her, sheathing her sword, and making sure she didn’t forget the letter she headed out. Without even looking back or counting the gold, she dropped a large pouch on the innkeeper’s desk.

The next few hours passed by in a haze as the zeppelin traveled back to the Eastern Kingdoms and to the dreary landscape of Lordaeron. She held her breath as the zeppelin got closer to Undercity. The stench of the sewers flowed freely even outside of the underground metropolis. She quickly found her way to the transporting orb and inhaled the perfumed air of Silvermoon. There is simply no place like home.

After siphoning a little mana from a burning crystal she headed to Murder Row. She had an apartment there that she periodically came back to and shared with her friend and lover Jalekk. They had met when she first became a paladin and he was quickly climbing the ranks of rogues. He had taken her under his wing when she was younger and it wasn’t until recently that they had begun to explore their feelings for each other. Since then they shared apartments, hers in Silvermoon and his in Orgrimmar though she never stayed in his apartment alone. Nobody seemed to care that they were together but they were not a couple that made it a point to be seen either. They were content to keep what they had to themselves. She had told him she would be coming back from Outland very soon and he wrote that he would be waiting.

Murder Row had a bad reputation but Aundal loved it. It wasn’t nearly as overdone as other parts of the city and she found that it was always quiet. Her apartment, though a bit dark, was always cool in the summer and warm in the winter. She was not always there but it was a place that she knew she could always return to. Every month she sent her rent to her landlord and asked Jalekk to make sure he didn’t sell the place. Lately she had accumulated enough funds that she was considering completely buying the place from the man himself.

Climbing the stairs she felt herself growing more and more excited. She opened the door and lay eyes on her apartment for the first time in months. It was exactly as she left it. She had expected some cobwebs but Jalekk must’ve taken care of them before she got home. Closing the door behind her she dropped her bags and weapons and started to take off her armor, laying the pieces on a stand that she had simply for that purpose. She ran her fingers over the blue sofa, the thin curtains, and the fine wooden chairs and table as she made her way to her bedroom. Her round red bed was perfectly made, the flimsy pinkish netting hung over it just so. She smiled at the memories she and Jalekk had shared in that bed.

“An’dal, you be back already?” she turned. Jalekk was closing the front door behind him and holding some food in his hands. His blue purple skin stood in a nice contrast to his black and red armor. He wasn’t wearing his mask, he never wore it around her, and his hood was pulled back. His starkly red hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and his pointed tusks that curved upward were a keen white. “I was hopin’ to surprise ya, but ya be too early gettin’ ‘ere.”

“I could always leave.” She started to walk past him but he held her to him tightly. Just feeling his hands around her waist made her flush with lust. Jalekk set the food down on a nearby table and leaned in so their foreheads were touching. One of her hands rested on his shoulders and the other stroked his tusks gently. He growled low and her green eyes sparkled in amusement. She couldn’t help but think of the Jalekk she had known when they had first met, impatient and eager. She knew now that he was always willing to wait for the right moment and the right time. Even now when they had not been together in months, he was going to control himself until the time came for release.

Slowly she leaned in and kissed him. His mouth tasted like mutton kabob and cooked meat. Their tongues reached out impatiently for each other and she felt his hands reach under shirt to feel her skin. Her own fingers were working on him, unhooking his tabard and moving around desperately to undo any hooks, latches, wrappings, they could find. For a minute they broke their kiss to get undressed, she faster than he of course. Jalekk didn’t bother with his chest pieces, soon his pants were at his ankles and he had Aundal on her back on the dining table.

She took his dick in her soft hands and rubbed the head against her opening, enjoying the teasing pressure and the thickness in her hand. She couldn't get her thumb and forefinger to touch around its girth and she was only stroking the tip. Her thumb ran over the opening of his dick to collect a glistening glob of precum. After testing its thickness between her thumb and middle finger. She licked it off of her fingers. Jalekk moaned his arousal and that’s when she knew that the poor Troll could take her little bit of teasing no more.

“An’dal, its been too long. Just lookin’ at ya make me wanna burst.” Pulling him by his dick he got the hint and began to push inside her. Aundal held her breath as she was steadily filled from the very beginning. Every time they had sex she always wondered how her little body could possibly take his big dick. Soon he was in her to the hilt and her legs locked themselves tightly around his hips while her toes curled at the feeling of being completed so….completely.

Slowly he began to move. His thrusts were concentrated, hard, and with a purpose. Her fingers dug into the edges of the table as she began to hang on for dear life. It had been so so long since she had been with Jalekk or any man for that matter. Her green eyes began to cloud over, she could barely see her lover above her. All she could do was feel wave after wave of concentrated pleasure. The Troll knew exactly what he was doing, he wanted to make his little Blood Elf cum before he did and he knew she was well on her way. He began to pick up pace and Aundal gasped out loud and gripped the table even harder. Her small screams and cries echoed in the room as her back arched and Jalekk stuffed himself into her folds over and over.

“You be about cummin’ aren’t you? I love when ya come An’dal, you be the prettiest gurl I ever see when ya cummin’ for me.”

Aundal wished so much she could say something back but the constant rhythm of him pumping into her kept her from doing so. She looked at him with pleading eyes, she wanted to cum so badly! It was torture to teeter on the edge like this!

"Ya be wantin’ to tell me something?”

She did! She opened her mouth to form the words but only a loud moan came out. The table itself began to rock with them as Jalekk upped the pace. He was practically drilling himself into her as sweat began to trickle down his forehead. She let go of the table to claw at his armor, why did this torture feel so good?

“Tell Jalekk what ya be wantin’”

“Jalekk please!”

“Please what?” Did he enjoy torturing her? Spots were appearing before her eyes and her whole body was shaking from the tremors he caused inside her. It was getting to be far too much for her to handle. She needed to cum and it had to be right now.

“Jalekk please make me cum!” She needn’t say another word before the troll had her back against a nearby wall and he pounded her like she needed to be. This was it. She hung onto the Troll’s curved tusks like they were handlebars and screamed her orgasm. Jalekk grimaced and rode out her release, trying himself not to have one. It was unimaginable that she could get any tighter around him but when she came her walls not only clutched him but deftly tried to milk him for all he was worth.

Panting, she looked up at him. She knew that he hadn’t cum inside her and she knew exactly what he really wanted from her. On wobbly legs she moved out of his grip and lay down on the table ass up. Reaching back she spread her cheeks to reveal a tight pink bud of an ass hole. Jalekk struggled with his control on seeing it. Getting down on his knees he positioned Aundal on her side to make it easier to maneuver around his tusks and began to lick and suck the tight opening.

Aundal moaned her pleasure at not just his tonguing her there but also because his tusk was rubbing against her still sensitive clit and she could already feel herself cumming again. Moving her hips against the hardness of the tusk also caused Jalekk to eat her ass more eagerly. She was just about to cum again when Jalekk moved away from her and turned her back on her stomach. He prodded her ass with his finger and when he was satisfied she was lubricated enough guided his cock slowly in.

She hissed at the immediate pleasure and pain, Aundal had taken the Troll up the tightest part of her before but his length and thickness were something she would probably never get used to. It wasn’t long before he was halfway in and then fully. She could feel his warm dick in her belly and it was making her dripping wet to know he was going to fuck her ass and they were both going to enjoy it.

He started to move and neither of them said any words as he began to move in and out of her ass. She felt her pussy pulsating with the need to cum and he felt his dick aching to let his seed come out into her ass. The only sounds were her squealing, his grunting, and the constant slap of skin against skin.

His one troll hand held the table while another grabbed her around her neck and pulled her back so he could bury his nose in the scent of her hair. She smelled of the world outside, sweat, salt, and earth. Her natural musk wasn’t common for her race since she hardly ever spent enough time in Silvermoon to smell of frankincense and myrrh but it was pleasant to him nonetheless. His long troll tongue darted out to lick at the base of her ear before moving up to suck at the pointed tips simultaneously. Aundal moaned loudly and he felt her tremble in his hands and her ass tighten as she came once more.

Reaching back, Aundal spread her cheeks wider to give Jalekk more room to penetrate her deeper. The Troll looked down at her slim fingers spreading herself open for him and he couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing her by the hips he slammed into her a handful of times before he groaned, muttered something in Zandali, and spilled his seed into the moaning Blood Elf. He let himself stay inside her for a few moments as both Troll and Blood Elf panted eagerly and then gently pulled himself out with an audible “pop”. Jalekk smiled at the flushed and freshly ravaged female complete with his thick white cum dripping out of her ass.

“Ya mon, I be glad that ya be coming home early. We wouldn’t have been able ta have enjoyed dat!”

Aundal couldn’t even speak let alone hear him. Her body shook on the table and she was still reeling from her last two orgasms. If Jalekk decided to stay with her for next three weeks she hoped everyday was as pleasurable as this one.

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AN: Okay, so I've written fics before but this is the first one I've written in like five years! And actually finished a chapter! OMG! I plan to continue on with it. Hoped the first chapter was fun for you! Please feel free to review. I know I'm really rusty and could certainly use it.