Sweet surrender

Seimonna sighed as the hot water coated her body, relaxing travel tense muscles. She closed her eyes, shifting so that she could duck her head under the running water. The beautiful thing about Dalaran that many cities lacked was the hot and cold running water of the bathhouse. The mages of Dalaran certainly knew how to live in comfort and Seimonna wasn’t about to complain about their choice.

With her shoulder length black hair thoroughly soaked, she turned, reaching for the sweet smelling soaps and began to lather her body liberally. The Draenei moved carefully in the stone tiled stall since her well cared for hooves had little traction against a surface designed for more humanoid feet. She took special care to wash the dirt and grime from her body, mindfully rubbing any extra sore spots and soothing them with a touch of holy energy. Finally clean, she sighed, reluctant to leave the warmth of the water. Leaning her head against the wall of the stall, she brought up one delicate hoof and placed it on the edge of the tub and began to touch herself in her most private places with her long, slender fingers. Seimonna bit her lip as her fingers coaxed her sensitive bud into arousal while her other hand gently pinched at her left nipple. Eyes half closed, she began to murmur in her native tongue. She began to rub herself harder, panting from the stimulation.

Unawares to the priestess, Melandris, a guild mate and general annoyance, watched her from the shadows created by the soft glowing lights of the bathhouse. This was not the first time he’d spied on her and as usual he was getting a perverse pleasure from watching the normally tense priestess unwind. That was until she began to touch herself. A sudden blush filled the Kaldorei’s cheeks as he hurriedly began to back away. Getting caught watching her bathe was one thing, getting caught watching her play with herself was something else entirely. Unfortunately, the rogue was also deeply intent on watching her and missed stepping around the corner of bathing room. One of his daggers clicked metallically against the stone wall loud enough for the priestess to hear. Instantly Melandris froze, gulping silently.

Seimonna froze. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as she looked around the room. The soft pitter of the water, so soothing a moment ago now became an annoying hindrance as she tried to listen for any other sounds. There! Had something moved? She narrowed her silver white eyes, frowning as she concentrated. The steam made it hard to see clearly. Deciding once and for all to settle her nerves she drew a deep, centering, breath and exhaled sending out an explosion of holy magic around her.

Melandris, having traveled enough with Seimonna knew a second before the spell went off what she was going to do. He braced himself, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes as shards of holy magic tore through him. It wasn’t enough to cause lasting damage but it stung and also caused him to lose concentration on his hiding.

The appearance Melandris was a shock and for a moment, Seimonna just stared opened mouthed at him. Then her anger blossomed and she snarled at him, fingers flexing instinctively into claws.

“Get out!” She screeched, ready to burn him with the might of her holy fire.

Melandris yelped and back pedaled clipping his hip again on the corner. He hissed in pain but virtually sprinted backwards away from the priestess.

Infuriated, Seimonna started after him, only remembering at the last moment about her current state. Blushing, an even duskier color, she swatted off the water and grabbed a bathrobe tugging it on.

“How dare he!” She muttered to herself, as she stalked to her room within the inn. Suddenly her cheeks burned as she wondered just how long he had been there. The idea of him seeing her naked didn’t bother her quite as much as did the idea of him catching her playing with herself. He was a braggart enough to tell others. She clasped her hand over mouth, wild-eyed. Had he heard her speaking? She flushed an even darker color then, as she sank down onto the edge of the bed. As a servitor of the light, she kept a certain amount of rigidity between herself and others. She denied herself physical contact from other sources as a way of staying pure to her magic. Her mind however was wanton and free roaming. Though she rarely pleasured herself she often visualized herself with males that she found attractive in some way. This time, as he was often her favorite choice, she’d been fantasizing about Malendris. She’d been muttering his name while fantasizing about telling him what to do to her body.

Seimonna needed to find out what he’d heard and then threaten to break every bone in his body if he told anyone. No! She thought suddenly, I won’t break every bone in his body. I’ll sever his soul and send it into the twisting nether if he so much as breathes a word of this to anyone. Her mind set, she hurriedly dried off and began to dig through her clothing looking for something clean and not travel worn to wear. The only thing she had was a simple robe, used for when she returned home to visit the Exodar. Hurriedly, she pulled that on and then brushed out her hair, leaving it unbound for the moment. As an after thought she slid on her rings and her necklace since virtually everything else was at the repair shop.

Daintily she darted out of her room, virtually trotting down the stairs to the cobblestone street where she paused suddenly aware of one glaring fact in her plans. She had no idea where Melandris roomed here in the city. She knew it wasn’t the same inn as hers but beyond that he could have slept in the coin fountain for all she knew. However there was one person who would know for certain, the guild leader Kevard. Eager to find Melandris, seimonna summoned her favorite mount, her war ram and rode it to where she knew Kevard would be drinking away, the Ledgermain lounge.

Kevard, several tankards deep into his whiskey and staring bleary eyed at a bunch of guild notes that he was reviewing nearly jumped out of his chair when Seimonna came striding up to his table. One of the best healers in his guild, he was always afraid of whether or not the draenei was joking about refusing to heal him while they were doing mercenary work.

“What brings you ta’h meh lass?” He asked, his thick brows furrowing on his dwarven face. The lass looked flustered.

“I need to speak to Mel about something Kevard.” She did her best to smile at the half drunk tank, for once not bothering to even peer at what he was looking over. Her usual curiosity would have had her reading his scrawling hand writing upside down with a concentrated effort.

“Err…” He began undertain. Kevard knew that Melandris and Seimonna often mixed like oil and water almost all the time, except for while they were in combat. He supposed because then they couldn’t trade caustic marks back and forth between each other.

“Please Kevard? I promise no broken bones. Just tell me where he set his hearth.” She looked at him with pleading eyes and a slightly pouting lip.

The warrior sighed and ran a hand over his balding head. “Ach when ye do that lass… He’s in tha sewer district… there is an in there he favors.”

Seimonna wrinkled her nose at the thought of entering the sewers but bounced up to her hooves with a wave to Kevard.

“Thanks, boss.” She grinned and turned trotting out the door.

“No broken bones, ye hear!” he called after her, shaking his head.

“I promise!” She called back cheerfully enough, though on the inside she wanted to curse and snarl. Kevard was definitely one of the people she did not want Melandris even hinting at what he’d seen. The old warrior was like a father to her since her parents had died in the crash of the Exodar.

Determined now, she once more got onto her war ram and headed towards the sewers.