Captain's Log 1

Captains Log #1
By: Ernilriel
A/N: Well, it’s been forever since I wrote my last fanfiction. In fact almost 5 years, but after taking some creative writing classes I’ve gotten a lot of my confidence back and it feels good.
A little explanation about the characters without getting into the story, they’re based on mine and one of my good friends WoW toons, I have her permission to use them, just the name changed slightly in spelling. They’re on the Elune server if you ever want to whisper me to run dungeons, raids or quests, I love playing with people :3 Now to the story!

Castagnier DuLarc, an infamous blood elf pirate captain of strangle thorn and good friend to the steemwhedle cartel. He leaned back in his seat, balancing the chair on it’s two back legs as he rested his feet on the table before him. He didn’t care about the charts or maps on the table, any dirt that got on them could be brushed off. He sighed in frustration, “I only sent him to pick up the order I had placed that arrived,” he looked out the large window behind him in his quarters.

Sweat streaked the back of his neck and had started to stain his lose red wine shirt under the arms and around the neck. He loved this area of the world, he really did, but the heat was at times unbearable. The captain was going to give his first mate a couple more minutes before going into town himself to see it the blood elf was alright. He was a paladin, so the captain thought it was safe to assume he could handle himself.

Cas scratched the back of his head, his short black hair damp with sweat and he wiped his hand off on his shirt before scratching his stomach. The captain huffed before sitting up and removing his shirt all together and with the musty fabric gone it felt five times cooler. As he was sitting up, the dark haired elf took a swig of his ale that he had a mug of on the table. Cas looked down at his chest, toned with the years of work he had done out at sea, and tanned and weathered from the elements. His front was littered with small scars, nicks and imperfections that didn’t really mar him but just added something to his perfection of a body he had started to consider himself having.

Some had ridiculed his first mate and proclaimed body guard for all the scars the captain had, but what they didn’t know, or understand was it wasn’t the captain’s front he was concerned about. His back was flawless, not a single scar, not even a blemish. Castagnier wasn’t trusting his first mate to protecting his front, but his back. There the paladin had never failed him.
That paladin, Gabrial, a fine blood elf he was. His hair blonde, long and like silk, he kept his face clean shaven unlike the captain who wore a small trimmed goatee. He was a good 12 years younger than the captain, but that didn’t daunt the first mate or the captain when they had engaged in some acts that people of the lawful world would have seen as unacceptable. But the two were apart from the law, not exempt from it, but they avoided it quite well.

The captain had leaned back on his chair again while he was reflecting on the past, and thinking about that paladin. His hand began to trail lower, tracing over a small fuzz of hair that began under his bellybutton and continued downward, far downward. Cas then noticed his member was already starting to stiffen under his pants. Damn just thinking about his first mate got him hard. He wished the paladin would get back soon. The captain looked over his shoulder, then turned back to his groin and sighed. Gab wasn’t in sight and the captain didn’t feel like waiting until the other arrived or he got soft.

Castagnier unceremoniously undid the fastenings of his pants and freed his forming erection. He didn’t want to brag, but it was impressive, enough to make Gabrial squirm and moan in bed. Cas smirked a bit to himself as he remembered the times he had the blonde moaning and begging with need. He then took hold of his member, gentle strokes at first, enjoying the sensation it brought, though it was nothing in comparison to his lover’s touch. He stopped at the tip, letting his index finger play around with his head before stroking himself again.
Soon the captain had a pace going, his hand rhythmically pumping his shaft, his thumb occasionally swirling around the tip. But it wasn’t enough! The captain brought two fingers up from his free hand to his mouth, sucking on them a bit. Making sure they were wet with saliva before dipping them down to his entrance, teasing it a bit before just using them to play with his sensitive entrance.

The dark haired blood elf moaned to himself a bit, quickening his pace, all the while keeping his first mate in mind. Imagining him doing lewd things to himself. It wasn’t long after that he reached his climax, his seed spurting in his hand, on his lap and even a few drops got themselves on the table he was resting his feet on.
The captain panted a bit, looking around at the mess he made. Great… but… he could always wait for that paladin to show up to help him clean up.

A/N: wheee! First one shot done in like 5 years *throws confetti* Yes I’m rusty and it's short, but eh we all gotta start somewhere. I know there’s probably grammar and some spelling errors, I try to fix those as much as I can, but they still slip past me. I hope you enjoyed and hopefully I’ll be writing more of these 2, drop a review if you want it :3 rate kindly please
~thanks for reading