Kiriil and Kay

Author's note: I simply had to write this story because the idea came to me of a unique use of a Draenei body part that I have yet to see elsewhere. The characters are ones that my husband and I play.

Sorry if this ends up short, I'm trying to finish it (the idea has been in my head for months but I kept putting off writing this), so I may end up cutting corners to get it done!


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The massive Draenei’s light blue skin glowed in the moonlight, his ebony hair blocking a swathe down his back and shoulders. Silvery eyes blinked in the darkness behind him, and a brief flash of white fangs was illuminated in a momentary smile. The shaman was almost completely defenseless; his gear, including all clothing, was back at the Booty Bay inn. The dark figure slipped through the shadows of the trees until she was directly behind him; a soft click alerted Kirill to the presence with just enough time to stand and raise his hands in a spell before the freezing trap encased him.

A soft chuckle circled around the frozen shaman as she rounded his figure. “Well, I certainly do enjoy this sight,” the huntress purred, her smile and silvery eyes the only things showing in the moonlight. “You never were as good at tracking, or hiding, as I, even when you were a hunter, my love. Tell me, why did the spirits not alert you to my presence?” Mikaila stepped closer, sweeping her dark hood off her aqua hair, pulled back into a short ponytail, whipped by the light breeze.

“They enjoy a good joke as much as anyone else. They know you are no threat to me, Kay. Tell me, why your instincts did not warn you of this?” he replied, leaping surprisingly nimbly at his wife, knocking her to the ground with him on top. She squealed in surprise, bursting into a brief bout of giggles.

“I knew that was coming. I simply chose to let it happen…” She squirmed beneath him, and he suddenly became acutely aware of her lack of apparel under the cloak she had been wrapped in. His luminescent blue eyes widened, and he looked down at her questioningly. She chuckled; she’d always been able to read him like an open book. “No, I didn’t leave Booty Bay this way; my gear is in the bags on the elekk.”

Satisfied with her response, Kiriil swiftly moved to claim her full lips with his own. His facial tendrils, originally dangling from his jawline, became active and moved to snake around her own, caressing the sensitive flesh. Kay arched her back, moaning softly into the kiss as her already erect nipples brushed against Kiriil’s muscled chest. His tongue pressed against the seal of her lips, which readily parted under the assault, and her tongue darting out to meet his, the pair dancing and caressing each other orally.

Kiriil shifted to place the brunt of his weight on his elbows, freeing his hands for more… interesting endeavors. His left caressed her side lazily, while the right trailed further inwards, the calloused pads of his fingers brushing expertly over an ebony nipple. He smiled into the kiss as she gasped in response.

Kay squirmed beneath her husband, managing to wedge her hands between their closely pressed bodies. Her right tweaked his dark blue nipple, then proceeded to rub and roll it, earning her a deep moan from the man above. The other hand slipped lower, grazing his waistline teasingly. Kiriil pressed closer to her, his already rock-hard manhood digging into her lower abdomen and mound pleasantly.

The pair continued to tease and torment each other as only those who have been lovers for decades, no, centuries, could possibly manage to do. Kay gasped as she felt something slither between her asscheeks, then prod knowingly at her anus. The feel of a cold metal ring between the muscled orbs of flesh could only mean that Kiriil was teasing her with his tail again.

Kiriil finally broke the kiss, dipping his head to take in the dark nipple not already covered by his hand. His facial tendrils curled around her breast erotically, massaging it as he sucked, licked, and nipped gently at the center. After so much time together, Kiriil knew exactly what to do to set Kay on edge; the combination of sensations on her breasts, his large cock sliding against her folds, and his tail prodding her anus all came together in sharp clarity, driving the huntress mad with desire.

“Kiriiiiiiil,” she keened, squirming beneath him. “Please, I need it! I need you!” She wrapped her legs around his waist, digging into his backside with her hooves, her hands moving from their tasks to his broad shoulders, her nails scraping his glistening blue skin, urging him forward as she attempted to position herself. He chuckled deeply, attempting to resist her pull. “Now where would be the fun in that?” he replies, moving his hand to one of her legs, rubbing her inner thigh knowingly.

The shaman gasped in surprise as she suddenly grasped one of his facial tendrils, bringing it up to her full lips and sucking on it. Just as he knew her buttons, she knew his. Nothing brought out the animal in him like a little attention to the lesser appendages about his face. She gently nipped at the sensitive flesh, causing him to growl lustily before pulling back and plunging home swiftly.

She gasped in pleased surprise, letting go of his tendril and pulling his mouth back to hers for a kiss. Neither was in control any longer; he rutted into her like an animal, her moaning and clawing at his back wildly. When his tail slipped past the ring of muscle and into her anus, she virtually howled in pleasure, bucking beneath him, crying out in Draenic. He growled incoherently in response, his tail matching his thrusts into her tight, slick passage.

After what seemed like both an eternity and mere seconds, a blinding light flashed in front of Kay’s eyes as her entire body stiffened, her tunnels clamping down unmercifully on the firm flesh contained within. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the forest as she was left unable to see, hear, or breathe; only feel the intense pleasure shooting through every inch of her body. Just as she began to descend back into herself, Kiriil tumbled over the edge, his entire body stiffening as he roared his response, his essence filling her and sending her back up once more.

They desperately clutched at each other like rocks in a storm until it finally ended. Breathing heavily, Kiriil managed to roll off beside his wife, who winced slightly as he left her, her breasts rising and falling with her panting. She managed to roll over enough to curl up by his side, where they simply lay there, naked under the stars, until they were ready for round two. “I love you, Kiriil,” she said softly between heavy breaths. “I love you too, Kay,” he replied, wrapping his large arm around her.