A Friend in Need.

It took almost three weeks to get Athanasius, Engelous, and Apollodorus to really believe that Lothlain had found Ekiria all on his own, and that they could stop searching. Athanasius and Engelous decided to stay on Kalimdor and fight the Horde that was encroaching upon Ashenvale, but Apollodorus had other plans. No sooner had Lothlain posted the letter saying he had found her than Apollodorus popped out of mid air, his portal spell glowing behind him.

“Fuck it! If the bitch goes missing again, I’m just going to let you die without her! I’m not doing this shit anymore.” Apollodorus clapped Lothlain on the back, and headed inside the Goldshire Inn, looking for a good drink and a bad girl.

Eki smirked and dragged Lothlain in. They had rented one of the rooms upstairs, and had put it to good use over the last few days. Both wore satisfied smiles as they drank with Apollodorus and whichever barmaid or comely wench he had decided was worthy of sitting on his knee. Eventually, Ekiria stood, announced her plans to retire for the evening, and headed upstairs, a yawn escaping her lips. She made a beeline for the bed, slipped out of her leathers, and slid under the covers. She was asleep quickly.

Downstairs, Lothlain and Apollodorus talked.

“So, she just snuck up on you? Tricky bitch! Fucking rogues. They’re all a bunch of sneaky bitches.” Apollodorus pronounced, his flagon of ale sloshing as he pounded it on the table. He was not a good drunk.

Lothlain smirked. As a Night Elf, he was far more equipped to handle loads of alcohol, but he would never let his dearest friend pass up an opportunity to try and best him. “Indeed. And she tortured me.”

“You should make her pay.”

“Howso? Port her to the Black Throne? That’s a bit more your style anyway.” Lothlain smiled.

“Nah. Just fuck her up.”

“Fight my lovely wife? Never. Besides, have you ever been hit with that poison she uses? Ouch! Painful to the extreme.” Lothlain winced in memory.

“Actually,” said Apollodorus, sobering up and shooing the barmaid away. “Actually, I can think of a couple things.”

“Such as?”

“Don’t kill me, but I’ve always kind of wanted a go at her. I mean, she’s got them titties like damn.”

Lothlain raised a single eyebow. “That is my wife you are speaking of, friend.”

“Yeah, yeah, but she’s fucking hot, and I haven’t had anyone polishing my wand in ages. And that, my friend, is her fault. I’m not the one who decided to go commune with nature and vanish. She did. So I think, I deserve to pay her back.”

“Are you suggesting that you have intimate relations with my wife, Apollodorus?”

“No. I want to fuck her. There’s a difference, sissy.”

Lothlain stared at him. He sighed and drank from his mug. “One condition.”

“Fuck yes!”

“You haven’t heard it yet.”

“So? I get to fuck Eki. Damn that’s gonna be hot.”

“My condition is simple: one of us holds her down while the other does his business. Then we switch. Take turns at her, as it will.”

“Tag team her? Even fucking better.” Apollodorus rose and headed towards the stairs. Lothlain quickly followed, not wanting to let him get to his wife first. They darted up the stairs and when the door was unlocked, they were greeted with the sight of a peacefully slumbering Ekiria, her lavender breasts rising softly with each breath. The thin sheet had slipped to her navel, and her law sprawled rather inelegantly upon the bed. Apollodorus shucked his robe, his white shirt and short pants barely concealing his desire. Lothlain removed his shirt and belt, and approached the bed.

“Heads or tails?” asked Apollodorus, a shiny copper coin in his hand.

“My wife. I get her pussy first. You can take her mouth.”

“Hells yes.”

Lothlain slid into bed next to her and began kissing her breasts. Eki woke and smiled lazily at him, reaching a small hand up to stroke his face. He smiled and lay on top of her, his arousal insistent within the confines of his pants. Ekiria drew her hands to his pants and slid them over his hips. He pushed them down and pulled them off, and tossed the sheet away from her heated body. She lay before him, her legs on either side of his hips. Her mound was covered by a small patch of green hair, and he could see the gleaming wetness already gathering there. She bit her lip and looked coyly at him.

Lothlain smiled deviously and mounted her swiftly, thrusting inside of her as deeply as he could go. Ekiria closed her eyes and lay back, ecstasy written across her face. He worked himself in and out of her, and she gripped his body tightly between her legs. He kissed her deeply, and pulled out from inside of her. He turned her over and pulled her to her knees and mounted her from behind. Her gasp was not only one of lust, but also surprise as she took in the sight of a nude Apollodorus approaching her, his own maleness in hand.

“Lothlain?” she asked, looking back at him.

“Eyes front, my lovely,” he replied.

She hesitated for only a moment before following his order, and faced Apollodorus, who was now kneeling in front of her.

“Open up, Eki,” said Apollodorus, and he pushed his way past her lips with a satisfied grunt. She received him willingly, and was pierced at both ends.

They took her fiercely, their rhythm matching pace. When one slid out, the other slid in, filling her holes nicely. She sucked on Apollodorus like he was made of the sweetest candy, and rocked backwards onto Lothlain as if she rode him like a mount. His hands on her hips kept her steady, and they all rocked together, a trio of pure lust.

Apollodorus’ hands had come to rest on her back, and he worked them into her hair and held her fast, his cock forcing its way down her throat as she felt him spasm. Jets of heat poured down her throat as he made lusty grunts and jerked into her mouth. Eventually his grip subsided and he fell onto the bed beside her. She licked her lips, gathering the last few droplets of his seed, and tossed a look back at Lothlain.

He sped up, pounding into her furiously until he too pulled her against him and emptied himself into her. He pulled out, letting the last few jets of come stripe across her shapely buttocks, and he lay back on the bed, watching her quiver there, still kneeling, as his own seed dripped from her.

She turned to her back, and lay back facing the two of them. Her hand slipped down, and she began working herself in front of them. Faster and faster the rubbed herself, and she used her other hand to slip two fingers inside of her, finger fucking herself. She worked herself into a furious rhythm, small moans of pleasure coming from her mouth as spikes of electricity shot through her. She was nearing her peak when she felt herself being grabbed and mounted again, and looked up to find the grinning face of Apollodrus above her. She had but a moment to catch his smile before he began drilling into her, thrusting in and out of her with a furious pace. He was not as long as Lothlain, but he was round, and he stretched her open. She brought her legs up around his back and rocked into him, matching his thrusts with her own. They pounded into each other like animals, and it was not long before she tightened around him and came, her spasms eliciting a powerful pleasure in him.

She lay back bonelessly, and let herself be turned onto her stomach. He took her from behind, the same as Lothlain, and she reached for her husband’s growing arousal. She worked him by hand, and he eventually summoned the energy to face her, and she swallowed him whole. He fucked her face, his cock reaching into the back of her throat. The moans she gave vibrated deliciously on his sensitive skin, and he enjoyed the rare opportunity to let himself be guided by her wants. He felt her squeak of surprise, and he thrust deeper, enjoying the sensation. Lothlain looked back and saw the reason for the squeak.

Apollodorus has taken himself out of her snatch, and was working the blunt head of his cock into her ass, her own wetness easing the way. She cried out with each thrust he gave, as he buried himself deeper into her. Lothlain slipped himself from her mouth, and with surprising agilty, slipped his huge body underneath hers, and entered her pussy again. She screamed in pleasure, as the feeling of two cocks filling her set her over the edge once more. The two of them rocked into her, powerful stroked that the other could feel. Only a thin wall of flesh separated the two of them, and as strange as it was, it was also uniquely titillating. Lothlain lunged his hips into hers and roared as he filled her channel once more, his seed rushing into her waiting womb.

The combination of Lothlain’s release and Eki’s tightening around him forced the climax of Apollodorus almost violently. He thrust himself inside of her as far as he could go, and bathed her insides with his own seed.
Both men slumped down, tired. She fell between them, their come mixing between her legs. She rocked as aftershocks jetted through her lightly, and she snuggled between the both of them equally. Lothlain stroked her hair, and Apollodorus unashamedly groped her chest, a satisfied sound escaping his lips.

They slept some, and Ekiria woke later on to the feel of Apollodorus getting back into bed.

“Just getting a drink,” he assured her, and came up beside her, nuzzling her breasts. She smiled, and brought a hand around the back of his neck and brought his lips to suckle at her breasts. He did so obligingly, and she felt him rise against her leg.

“I didn’t think you still had it in you,” she whispered to him.

“No, you don’t have it in you,” he corrected, nipping at a nipple.

She gasped and said, “We can correct that.”

He parted her legs with his hands and came into her. She was still slick from earlier, and he moved his hips in and out of her with ease. They rocked together, their soft cries waking Lothlain. He watched his best friend make love to his beautiful wife, and he took himself in hand and worked himself to their tempo.

Apollodorus rose to his knees, and pulled her hips up against his thighs, and rocked within her, striking her just right. As keening noises of pleasure filled the air, Eki came on Apollodorus’ cock. He grew impossibly huge within her, and injected her with his sperm. He stayed rocking inside of her, as jets of come struck her core. They subsided and fell against each other, and Eki reached a hand to Lothlain and worked his cock until fountains of white come burst from him and covered the both of them.

Eki giggled and reached for a piece of clothing from the floor to wipe them off. The three friends snuggled and slept until morning.