Under the Boardwalk

Foreward: This actually involves one of my characters and one of my husband's characters. I plan on writing more about them, including more that would essentially be prequels to this. My husband actually sent me an extremely rough first draft of part of this, giving me the idea to start with and letting me take it where I wished.

*The closest thing I could find to something a Blood Elf would cry out in place of "Oh god" was "Anar'alah belore" (by the light of the sun)

**Being the weirdo I am, Elixir of Giant's Growth is something I have toyed around with in game to see comparative size. I think it suffices.

***Stories I write in the future that take place in the past compared to this one will likely have a better description of the pair. This is simply a little fun PWP while I work out how to do their storyline from the beginning.

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After asking around Dalaran for several minutes, the massive Tauren had finally gotten the information he had been looking for; he knew where his prey was. A slow smile stretched his lips, his eyes glittering in the dim light of the sewers. He hadn’t been surprised at all to find out she was down here. In fact, he had hoped for it; the docks by the tavern Cantrips and Crows was perfect for what he had planned.

As he makes his way towards the small figure, he runs through his mental checklist one final time. His hooves echo in the cavernous surroundings off the wooden planks, and the petite Blood Elf turns glances over her shoulder, continuing to fish. Recognizing the shaman immediately, she stands and moves to greet him with a kiss, only to find herself rebuked. Instead, Snaga picks up the small yet curvy figure, giving her a kiss of such passion she drops her fishing pole. The normally reserved Tauren was not the type to regularly express himself so publicly.

Rea gasps in surprise as he leaps into the water with a nimbleness surprising for one of his size, the icy water rushing to greet them both. Instinctively she makes for the surface, her lungs already burning due to the lost opportunity to take a breath before submerging, only to look at her lover in confusion as he once again thwarts her intentions. Her petite frame relaxes considerably as he casts an underwater breathing spell on her, allowing her to take a much needed deep breath.

Raising an inquisitive brow, Rea’s emerald eyes narrow suspiciously. “What’re ya up to, furball?” she queries. “You won’t drown now, so your only worry now is to have fun,” the Tauren replies with a grin. “The only question now is, do you trust me?” The Blood Elf chuckles throatily, smirking at him. “I know ya’d never hurt me intentionally. Ah course I trust ya.” He smiles broadly in return. “Good.”

Wasting no time, he quickly divests her of her simple clothing; when fishing she normally took to wearing a pair of worn and stained blue overalls and knee high leather boots, and today was no exception. The blue cloth floated slowly towards the surface, along with her darker blue silk panties and bra, while the black leather slowly sank further in the water. Before she could react, Snaga had reached into a back to pull out a length of silken rope, quickly tying each of her wrists to a horn. “That should keep you in place, but a strong tug will set you free if you desire,” he said reassuringly.

Her tanned skin flushed in anticipation. The two had not been lovers long, but he always knew just how to make her body sing, and it was definitely already humming. The contrasts of his warm, furred hands on her skin and the cool water swirling about them only heightened her senses.

Slowly the Tauren began to blanket her small figure in kisses, starting at the very tip of one slender ear. It twitched as she shivered in reaction, a soft gasp escaping her lips as he lavished attention on sensitive length, sucking ever so slightly on occasion as he trailed down it. His, broad, flat tongue curled seductively around the lobe at the base, earning him a soft mewl of pleasure. Her eyes fluttered closed as she concentrated on following his wandering lips and tongue, relishing in every feather soft touch.

He leaves a trail of tingling skin across her cheek, down her neck, pausing to suck momentarily on her collarbone before continuing downwards over her breast and taking an already erect nipple into his mouth. Rea’s eyes fly open momentarily at the sharp and sudden contrast of his heated mouth enveloping the sensitive flesh so soon after being immersed in the chilly water. A soft moan rumbles deep in her chest as her lashes brush her cheekbones once more. He teases the nipple with alternating sensations of twirling, sucking, and flicking it with his tongue. Then he begins to descend once more, venturing south across her taut stomach and muscled thighs. He stops at her knees, one hand moving to spread her legs gently, then trails softly up the inside of her thigh until he gets to her velvety folds.

Already the heat in the area is intense, raising the temperature of the surrounding water significantly. He nuzzles the soft ebony curls covering her mound briefly, teasingly, before sliding his tongue into her slit, searching for her nub. Finding her button, Snaga flicks it back and forth gently, causing Rea’s back to arch in pleasure, a moan emanating from her slightly parted lips. His blue eyes take in the sight before him, her entire body viewable from this angle. He watches her breasts rise and fall, the rhythm increasing as he continues his delicious torment of her sensitive flesh.

Adjusting slightly, Snaga runs his tongue along the length of her slit before thrusting it deep in her passage. Rea gasps and grips his horns, her small knuckles going white as the muscle inside her flexes, licks, and teases her hot, tight tunnel. As the elf’s essence rushes over his tongue, the shaman moans, vibrating her sensitive skin. He loved the way she tasted, even though she insisted she hated the taste herself. He eagerly lapped at her inner walls, curling his tongue to press in the sensitive spot, causing the small elven body in his hands to squirm uncontrollably, her breathing quickening even more. He could feel himself hardening; the feel of her skin, her taste and scent, the sounds of her pleasure all assaulting his senses erotically.

“By the light of the sun, Snaga! Please!” she cried out, slipping into Thalassian unintentionally. He smiled against her, his tongue and lips moving more deliberately, earning him more gasps and cries from the writhing bundle of flesh. He loved the way her voice sounded as she spoke in either her native tongue or his; so much more melodious and flowing than the coarse Orcish. He watched her wriggle in ecstasy with more than a hint of self-satisfaction and pleasure, only to be caught completely offguard at her counterattack. Letting a deep, rumbling, moo of surprise vibrate against her core, he paused in his efforts as her small foot rubbed sensuously along the underside of his already rigid length through his cloth pants.

With a lusty growl, Snaga pulled away from her quivering flesh and reached into a pouch at his waist, pulling out a small green vial. Uncorking it, he quickly pressed it to Rea’s lips, and she swallowed the elixir wordlessly. As both already knew would happen, the petite Blood Elf magically increased in size. While still not nearly as large as a Tauren, even a Tauren woman, she was much closer than previously. He loosened the bindings on her wrists slightly to keep from cutting into her skin. Burying his face in her generous cleavage, his long tongue toying once more with a rosy bud, he reached down and quickly, effortlessly, removed his belt and pants.

Grasping her hips firmly, Snaga pulled her towards him roughly, moving his mouth from her breast to her lips, where their tongues entwined passionately. As he slid into her slick passage, they moaned in unison, each sound muffled by the other’s mouth. He quickly built up a rhythm, thrusting into her smaller frame roughly, causing both to moan throatily as they hungrily kissed. It didn’t take long for Rea to fall over the precipice, her entire body tensing as she cried out in ecstasy into his mouth, her tunnel clenching around him tightly. Spurred on by the exquisite feeling, he thrusted frantically into her hot passage, sending her over the edge once more just as he joined her, roaring his release against her lips as his large hands gripped her hips tightly.

His eyes finally refocusing on her flushed face, he stiffly reached up and undid the tie on the silk rope, allowing her to drape her exhausted arms over his shoulders. They stayed in that embrace, returning to themselves, for what seemed like an eternity before she finally squirmed slightly, almost gingerly. He slid out of her regretfully, then slowly let go of her.

Snaga’s blue eyes widened in surprise as he saw the bruises he had left on the flare of her hips and he suddenly enveloped her tightly in his arms, his face burying in her short ebony hair. “I’m sorry Rea, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he murmured in a pained voice. She pushed against his chest, raising her head to look him squarely in the eye. “I know ya din’t, furball. Don’ worry ‘bout it,” she said, pressing her lips to his reassuringly as one hand flicked almost casually between them, washing her in a soft golden glow. She smiled as she pulled back once more. “See? All better. Now go get my bloody clothes while I get my boots.” He grinned sheepishly before letting her loose to swim for the surface.

Once they both were dressed and out of the water, Rea wrapped an arm as far around his waist as she could, pressing up against his side as they walked. Snaga wrapped a massive arm around her, sighing in slight disappointment as the elixir wore off and his hand ended up on her petite shoulder. They made for their room at the Ledgermain Lounge.