Cries on Azuremyst

This is a sideways sequel to my story Echoes of Lordaeron involving one of the characters, but having nothing to do with it plotwise. Please read and review, I like to get feedback and thoughts.

The gray sand and rock of the river bed crunched under the fleeing woman’s feet. Her soft soled boots weren’t meant for this use, and she could feel the sharper points of stone faintly stabbing her feet. Another time she would have cursed and spat about it, but now the pain was a good thing. A reminder that she was alive.

The runner was an elegantly dressed Blood Elf, her clothes rich silk garments woven with light enchantments as well as thread. Her figure was slender yet ample, flattered by the sleek robes that seemed to hug her figure. A simple wooden staff, from all appearances, was by her side, and a silk head band held back her honey blond hair. She was tall for a woman, only two inches below six feet in height. Her eyes were suffused with the green glow of a High Elf who has embraced her addiction and become a Blood Elf, wide, angry, and even a little afraid. Her face was delicate and fragile but lovely. Her long, pointed ears were upright and seemed to quiver as they strained to catch any hints of pursuit from the air.

Her sharp ears twitched. Damn! Whoever was looking for her was back at the ford. She was cut off! The voices of the Draenei peacekeepers rang out as they called to each other, hunting the intruder. “It’s okay Larissea, stay calm,” she told herself. Her voice was nervous, but mostly collected. “Just head for where this river goes, and…” She came to a halt, green eyes blinking at the sight before her. The river widened out and deepened as it emptied out into the sea. “…Be trapped alone between the ocean and hunting parties of Draenei who aren’t too happy with Blood Elves right about now. Three whole islands of them.” Not that she could blame them. Those of her people still loyal to that traitor Kael’thas had savagely massacred thousands of Draenei and driven them to flee on the great ship Exodar, managed to shoot it down, and had hounded them even here. She wasn’t one of Kael’s servile bootlickers, but it’s not like they wore signs.

She glanced to the right where the shore curved away. After perhaps seventy yards, it became sheer cliffs and tumbled rocks. But before that there was a stand of three or four fairly large trees back just off the beach. She’d have to hide for now, and wait until things died down before getting out.

Larissea walked into the copse, shifting to make sure she had the trunks between her and the other shore. It was in walking distance of Azuremyst Village, and they were sure to check the shoreline. Just not this one. She hoped. The priestess leaned against one of the trees, breathing steadily, slowing her heart rate, her pert breasts swelling with each inhalation. Her eyes closed; the pale and beautiful elf quieting her mind, calming herself down.

Her senses still strained, even as her heartbeat slowed to normal and her breathing became even and regular. Time passed, the pale skinned elf woman listening as the search parties came and went. She smiled, eyes still closed. “Thank the Sunwell,” she breathed. “I’m-“

She felt the movement even before she heard it. A sudden surge of air rushed downward, a great pressure and force bearing down towards her. She opened her eyes in time to catch sight of the falling shadow before the massive figure it belonged to landed heavily in front of her. Instinctively she thrust her staff out in front of her as if to ward the shadow veiled humanoid away. There was the heavy clank of metal on metal and the faint creak of leather harness and straps as the shape moved, “Caught, is what you are, little spy.”

Her assailant stepped into the thin light, and she gasped, her eyes wide with fear. The Draenei was gigantic, almost eight feet tall and possibly as wide at the shoulders as she was tall. His arms and legs seemed as big as her waist, and his powerful hooves were large and solid. His face was noble and strong but alien; his eyes glowing a steady pale blue. His skin was a dark, rich blue; the color of deep ocean waters. His forehead rose into a pair of horns that jutted upward away from one another and his head at a slight diagonal and his spiky white hair was bound together in a short ponytail. On either side of his chin a long tendril grew, each one coming down to mid-chest, about three feet long. She could see his plated tail; thick, strong, and mighty swinging behind him. His powerfully muscled body was clad in thick plate armor, engraved and enchanted with potent magic. The massive crystal maul in his right hand glowed as well, casting its light on her as he stepped even closer.

Reacting without thinking, she swung her staff at him. The brawny alien caught her weapon in his left hand. A frown darkened his handsome face, and with the kind of effort she might use to open a bottle, he yanked the staff from her hand and threw it behind him. It tumbled end over end to thump down in the grass about ten feet away. “I was going to ask your intentions, but you have shown me instead. So beautiful and lush, but hiding such spite. Alas.”

Larissea trembled. One on one, this close, there was no way of defeating him. She could use her shadow magic to make him flee, but that would give her away to the others. He seemed to be alone. Maybe, maybe…she could convince him not to turn her in or kill her. She looked up at him, “Don’t kill me, don’t turn me in. I didn’t come here to make trouble or hurt anyone, I swear to you! Let me go and I’ll leave, I promise.”

“I cannot.” The paladin shook his head, “If I did let you go, and you did some harm, punishment would fall on me for releasing you.” He hefted the hammer, both hands gripping it for the one swing it would take.

The Blood Elf quailed. “Wait! I’ll give you all my money. That’s worth it, right?” He looked unmoved, “My…my gear too, take it! I’ll just use my hearthstone and you can have everything I have on me.”

“I have no need of more money or material goods, pretty thing.” The alien holy warrior’s eyes slid again over her figure. “I have my sins, but that is not one of them.” He lifted the hammer again, and she shrank back against the tree trunk.

Larissea fell to her knees in front of him. “Please! What can I do?”

The Draenei reached down with one large hand, his fingers closing on her hair. Without a word he pulled, drawing her up to her feet with a yelp, her blond locks firmly held in his grip. He pushed her back against the tree, pressing himself against her firmly.

What the hell was he doing? Larissea struggled, her hands flattening on his broad chest and pushing with all of her might. She wiggled against him as she did so, trying to get some room to move, even a little. A faint smile came across his face, and she glared up at him, “What…what do you think you’re doing?” She had a sudden feeling of what the price of her freedom might be.

He did not respond in words. He ducked his head, his hand jerking her head to one side. She gasped as his lips kissed the side of her neck tenderly. Her eyes went wide, oh, that was nice, but…but it shouldn’t be! She bit back a moan as he kissed and licked down her neck. She felt a caress on her face and realized with a start that one of his tendrils was rubbing down her cheek. It slipped lower to trace the line of her jawbone before the tip ran over her lips. She felt something coiling around one of her breasts, squeezing and lifting. The flexible length moved forward and back, stroking her tit through her robes. She bit her lip harder, refusing to moan, to admit that felt good at all.

Then he let her hair go and stepped back suddenly. She almost fell down as his supportive bulk retreated. Her breathing was a bit heavy and she felt warm, especially…no, no she didn’t. Absolutely not! The Draenei smiled slowly and wickedly, removing his gauntlets and letting them fall to the ground. “You know what you can do.”

Larissea felt a surge of indignation, followed by a helpless acknowledgment. It might be the only way. But maybe...although given the relative size, she wasn’t sure she could. She tried hard to ignore the growing warmth between her legs. “If you let me go,” her voice was still nervous but there was a sultry, bartering edge to it, “I’ll suck your cock.”

His answering grin was hot and anticipatory. Larissea felt an odd thrill tinged with reluctance. She made herself smile and licked her lips, knowing he’d like that. She started to kneel, but he halted her with one massive hand on a shoulder lifting her up straight. “First, pretty little thing…strip.” His hand slid down her chest to palm and fondle one breast. She whimpered softly as his hand massaged her tit. “I want to see your body, all of it.”

She nodded, but inwardly winced. That would make it hard to run if she got a chance to make a break for it. But also…being bare in front of him, she’d be even more vulnerable. “I can’t blame you, blue boy,” she answered teasingly. She rolled her shoulders back, her back arching just a bit to push her chest out. She smiled as she watched his eyes slide over her body with obvious want. It was flattering, and he hadn’t seen anything yet.

Her small hands slid down to undo her belt, pulling it apart and letting it drop. Biting her lower lip and putting on her best ‘shy and innocent’ face, she lifted a hand to the neckline of her robe and started to undo the cloth frogs that held it shut. He groaned softly, and she felt a surge of pleasure. Maybe she could regain some of the advantage here. She did know she was hot and how to use her sexiness as a weapon.

As each fastener came undone, more of her ripe form could be seen. The lines of her collarbones first, then the swell of her tits, her flat stomach, all tantalizingly appeared. The last binding came free and she shrugged again, letting he robe slip off her shoulders and tumble to the grassy ground. Her breasts were big for her size, pert, high and well rounded. Her rosy nipples were hard…a fact she told herself was from the temperature. It had to be. “Good, pretty, so very sexy” the paladin said, his eyes on her tits. “All of it off. Now.” There was a hint of action in his voice that said if she wasn’t nude in a few seconds, he’d help her get there. She blinked and nodded, her fingers unlacing her hip hugging pants and pushing them down. Larissea stepped out of them, then hooked her fingers into her frilly red panties, yanking them down too. Her pretty pussy was almost bare, a thin strip of trimmed blond hair above it. Her lips glistened in the faint light, hinting at her growing wetness. Though she couldn’t be wet. No way. She was not at all aroused at this situation. It must be…dew…

He ran his eyes up and down her bare form, and licked his lips. “You are indeed a very pretty little thing.” His eyes regarded her pussy for a moment, and he smiled. “What is this?” Before she could move, he ran one hand up her left leg to press his fingers firmly against her cunt. She moaned out, unable to stop herself as he pulled his fingers up to inspect them. He sniffed her juice and then his broad tongue flicked out to lick up the finger. “You like it.” She opened her mouth to protest, then shut it. He smiled once more. “Perhaps you are not a little spy, but a little slut.” He snapped his fingers, “Now, undress me.”

She kept the sultry smile on her face, but inside she felt a bit worried, even afraid. She couldn’t be excited about this. He was forcing her to do this or he’d kill her! It was rape, really. She shouldn’t be turned on. But she was wet. And you couldn’t fake that or argue with what it meant. “Y-yes.” She hesitated a moment. She needed a way to try and get an edge. Maybe if she played good little submissive; once he was out of that armor she could get to her staff. Then she’d have the power advantage. “Yes, sir.”

Larissea stepped up to him as the Draenei spread his massive arms. The petite elf’s clever fingers worked the straps and buckles of his armor. The shoulders came off first, the paladin letting them fall to the ground. A little tumble wouldn’t harm armor of this potency. As more and more of his deep water blue skin became bare, Larissea realized with a nervous gulp that the armor hadn’t added to his bulk as much as she thought it had. His body was all steel cable muscle flexing and moving beneath his taut, smooth skin. She found her heart beating a bit faster, and her mouth was dry. It…it was fear. She was afraid, that was it. It couldn’t…absolutely could NOT be any kind of attraction to him. Not even physical. And it was just to seduce him, to relax him, that she ran her hands over his broad, massive chest. She didn’t really want to feel his hard body and those hot muscles moving. Not one bit.

All that remained were his leggings, the rest of his armor now lying and pressing down the grass and underbrush. Larissea looked up at him with a sultry smile, “The best part,” she purred, her hands running over his waist and moving to the buckles.
She felt his heavy hand on her shoulders, “On your knees, little pretty. Close your eyes.” The pale tressed elf nodded, wincing as he pushed her down with ease that was unsettling. Could he really be that strong? She shut her eyes, wondering why exactly he was doing this. It wasn’t like his would be the first she’d seen. There was the creak of leather straps and the clank of metal striking metal before it was muffled by grass. Then there was the sound of cloth rustling and falling. “Look, little slut.”

Her eyes opened, and then went as wide as saucers. Her jaw dropped, her face paling and then blushing brightly. “Thrall’s great green cock…it’s…huge. That can’t be…” She’d thought it might be large, sure. Orc size, maybe even close to Tauren. But the Draenei’s cock was by far the biggest she’d ever seen. It was the same deep blue, the head a darker, throbbing purple. It was long, thick, heavy and powerful looking. Pre-cum glistened on the head, a drop sparkling as it fell to the ground. His scrotum hung; his balls large and heavy. “Sunwell, that’s…impossible.” And from the look of it…he wasn’t even fully hard. “I…I can’t…”

“You will, if you want to walk away.” He was smiling down at her and his cock twitched, swelling even further. “I would hurry; it will not be getting any smaller.”

Larissea swallowed nervously, her plan to lull him into bliss and then retrieve her weapon almost forgotten. She felt a fresh rush of wet warmth from between her legs, and tried desperately to ignore it. Her pink tongue slipped out between her lips and ran over the head of his dick. She pressed her lips to it, kissing the bulbous head before turning her head to one side and peppering the length with kisses and quick, short licks.

The glowing eyes of her captor half-lidded and he groaned in enjoyment. “That’s it, pretty little slut,” he cooed. “Lick that dick and get it nice and big for your whore mouth.”

Larissea paused; staring and shivering as she noticed her attentions were making his member grow even more. How big did it get? She said she’d suck it, but now…could she even fit it in her mouth? More important, if she couldn’t suck it, what would he do? Her eyes flicked over to the huge hammer the paladin had wielded; leaning against a tree and easily within his reach and she shuddered. She licked her lips; stalling wasn’t getting anywhere. That left the direct approach.

The petite elf looked up at him, her glowing green eyes hot. Her pink tongue slipped out over her lips. Larissea opened her mouth wide; her eyes locked on his, and forced her head forward onto his huge dick. She whimpered, her mouth stretching so wide it almost hurt, the corners of her mouth feeling like they might tear. Her eyes watered a bit as the hot hard flesh filled her mouth, her cheeks actually puffing out. Light! He was so big! The head of his cock was warm and salty tasting; and it left no space at all in her mouth. Her saliva was running back down her throat, bringing the taste of him along with it.

He moaned happily, the fingers of one mighty hand entwining in her hair. “That is a good start. Mmm. Your mouth feels wonderful, little slut.” He pushed his hips forward a bit, a fraction of an inch more of his thick meat sliding into her mouth. She gasped around his cock; eyes going wide, feeling pressure against the back of her mouth growing. “By the Light…yes, take it in.”

Larissea whimpered; she was SO full already! But she had to try. She half lidded her eyes, focusing on relaxing her throat. Then she pushed herself forward, the pressure against the back of her mouth growing almost painful before the resistance gave way. Several more inches of rock hard, pulsing cock slid into her suddenly as her throat gave way to the invading member. Her eyes went wide, glazing over, her eyes watering even more. She had taken maybe a fourth of it in; she could feel it pushing her throat wider, the change as his member pressed into her visible, her neck swelling as his shaft pushed deep.

Her hands clapped on his thighs, fingers gripping hard. She couldn’t breathe! The pressure had closed her wind pipe, blocking off air completely. He groaned with satisfaction looking down at her, “No air, I see. Only more cock for you to breathe, bitch,” he grinned. “Choke on it!” The hand in her hair tightened it’s grip and pushed another two inches into her, and her fingers began to twitch on his thighs, her throat spasming around his meat as she tried to breathe, resulting only in her choking on his cock. Deep, muffled gagging came from her, her chest rising and falling madly as it desperately tried to suck in air. “

He stepped back away from her; and she felt his cock rushing out of her, the thick phallus that had stuffed her to the point of suffocation emerging from it’s tight sleeve with a pop followed by a rasping gasp. Larissea fell to her hands and knees, coughing, drawing in huge gulps of air. “Y-you…bastard,” she managed in between coughs and deep lungfuls of cool night air. She shook her head, feeling wetter between her legs than ever, and that made her even angrier over what had just happened. “Sunwell, it’s…just too big. I can’t…can’t do it…and you almost fucking killed me with that mutant dick of yours, you alien freak!” She blanched, realizing that her anger and fear had run away with her mouth. She looked up, her eyes wide. “Wait, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-“

His laugh cut her off, “You did, but it doesn’t matter. Because you will soon be screaming for this “mutant alien cock” as you put it.” He reached for her, one hand cupping her ass, the other on her stomach, scooping her up off the ground.

She struggled against him, “W-wait, what are you doing?”

He chuckled, “You did not keep your bargain, little bitch. So…I will have to take what I want another way.”

Larissea’s head snapped up to look at him, her mouth agape. “You can’t…”

“I can. I will.” He turned her away from him, rotating her so she was bent over in front of him. Her feet barely touched the ground as he kicked her legs apart, stepping between them. He shifted his hips and she felt the long, hard length of his cock slap against her stomach and her slit. He started to move her back and forth on it, rubbing his dick with her body.

She bit back a moan, her hands reaching back and grapping, striking at his arms as best she could. “Don’t! Please, I don’t think…it won’t fit! I don’t want…I don’t want that monster in me!”

The Draenei’s chuckle made her shiver, “Liar.” He pressed his shaft more firmly into her cunt, rubbing over her slit, and she did let a slight moan escape her. Her juices were almost dripping from her, making his member slick. “Feel how wet you are? You want my cock, little slut. And before I am done, you will beg me for it.” He pulled back, one hand holding her from under her stomach, the other moving to take hold of his massive prick and guide it to her entrance.

She yelped as she felt the huge head touch her, pushing past her lips. “No, I,” she started to say, “woooOOOOOoooOOn’t!” Her voice became a cry as without warning or mercy, his pushed his cock into her petite, pretty pussy. “AhhhHHH! Ahhh, fuck! FUCK!” Her hands lashed out in front of her, seizing the trunk of the nearest tree and gripping tightly, “By the Nether!” It felt like her cunt had been split in two, his thick, hot cock spreading her tight, slick hole wide around it’s girth. It never seemed to end, more and more of it pushing into her, filling her past full! “It’s so BIG! Too big! Ahhh, fuck, it’s tearing me apart!”

He groaned, “Naaru! Your pussy is so tight and small! So hot and soaking wet, you slut! Light, it feels amazing!” The paladin grunted, forcing his big cock all the way into he writhing body until his balls rubbed against her. He stayed still for several long moments, the petite elf quaking and trembling around his cock, her body starting to adjust to the size of the mammoth organ penetrating her. She was panting, her pussy wetter than ever as it gaped wide around his dick. He smiled, “Listen to you. I haven’t even started fucking and already you pant like a bitch in heat.”

Larissea numbly shook her head, registering the comment but barely. By the Sunwell, she had never, never felt so full or so stretched! His huge cock had easily struck her g-spot as it invaded her. And it had felt, it did feel…fuck, it felt good. She didn’t want it to. She hated that it did, but oh, Light, did it ever! “I’m nah…not…not enjoying…d-don’t think I…”

“I do not think, slut,” he sneered, “I know.” Both of his hands moved, taking hold of her hips. He pulled his length out almost all the way, the elf letting out a long, low moan as it slithered out of her, until only the head was still inside. Then he thrust all the way back in with one fast, hard stroke. Her head flew up, and she cried out, but it was not a scream of pain. It was a primal cry of guilty pleasure. “Whore! You hear yourself? Screaming out your love of my cock! Do not lie, slut! Admit it!” He started to move in earnest, his long, thick, glistening alien cock pumping in and out of her tiny body.

“LIGHT!” Her hands tightened on the tree’s rough bark, she could feel it digging into her pale skin, but she didn’t care. He was right, the eternal sun curse her, he was right! It felt good! So fucking good! “I..I…” He thrust in particularly hard and her eyes flew open, the words bursting from her before she could stop herself, “Yes! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me with your massive alien cock! Oh, Light, it feels so good! Give it to me! Give it to me, please!”

He laughed, leaning over her, his tendrils snaking around past her neck to curl around her tits. “I told you, little whore! I told you would beg for my cock.”

“Yes, yesss, you were right! Oh, fuck, you were right!” He was slamming into her, his whole length disappearing into her petite body, the force of it rocking her forward each time, her tits jiggling. “I love it, love feeling this huge, thick, hot, hard meat raping my pussy! Ahhhh!”

“SLUT!” His voice thundered, seeming to echo off the nearby water of the inlet. The tips of his tendrils started to flick over her nipples. “You don’t want to be let go now, do you, bitch? You want this big cock fucking you all the time?” He bit the tip of one of her ears, then ran his tongue down it. “You want more, don’t you? You want me to take you to the Exodar and give your whore holes to all of my people, don’t you?”

”YES!” She nodded, her face almost delirious with the insane sensations that blasted into her as the alien’s hardness destroyed her snatch. “Yes, I want more! I want every cock of every Draenei in my pussy, in my ass, fucking me over and over!” She felt something bubbling up in her, rising fast. So soon? Impossible! “Take me to Velen and offer me to him to atone for my people sins! Make me a penance slut to be raped and fucked over and over!”

“You love this alien cock so much, you’re going to cum on it, are you not, whore?” He sped up, the sounds of their flesh slapping together shockingly loud. “I feel you tensing up, bitch. Do it! Show me how much you love being a filthy cockwhore!”

“YESSSS! AhHHHHhhHHH!” She screamed, wailing like a mad thing, her body shaking like a leaf. Pleasure exploded from her pussy and tore through her in wave after scorching wave of fiery bliss. Her pussy spasmed around his plundering cock, squirting warm, wet enjoyment all over his balls and thighs as she came. She rode it out, her mouth still open, though her scream had gone beyond sound, her eyes screwed shut, body as tense as a piano wire.

He gasped, feeling himself growing close. “Ah! You damn whore!” His brows knitted, the holy warrior focusing to control his body. Not yet. Soon, but not yet. First…”Going to breed you, slut! I am going to pump your belly full of my seed, make my half-breed sons in your whore womb!”

She groaned, Light, that was so hot! So dirty! “Please! I want your cum in me! Breed this elf whore with your alien seed! Put it in me, all of it, please, I want it, I need it! Fill my pussy with your jizz!” She pushed back against him weakly, looking back over her shoulder, her hair plastered to her forehead by sweat, her eyes hungry, lost in pleasure. “Fill me! Pump it in me! Give me all your hot, creamy, heavy cum! Make me your breeding slut!”

“Yes, yesss, slut!” He bucked his hips wildly now, rhythm breaking. “Take it, whore! Take all of my jizz in your ruined, raped, nasty cunt!” He speared as deep into her as he could, his head thrown back, tendrils wildly flailing. He felt a sudden, impossibly great tension in his balls, and then it burst outward. His cock swelled in her and then the first bolt of his steamy, heavy seed burst into her. “AHhH! Ahhh! Ahh, haaa, yes, yes, that’s it! Feel all of it in you! Take all of that cum in your slut pussy!”

“Light, yes! Give it to meee! Oh, I feel it! I feel it! Eternal Sun, yes!” It was thick and hot within her, coating her inner walls, filling her womb and her tunnel, a few squirts spurting out of her pussy to splatter on her thighs. “So full…so much jizz…”

He took a few steps back, then sank down to sit with his back against a tree, holding her in his arms. He grunted, lifting her up, his cock coming out of her with a long, wet slurp. They both gasped, the Draenei lowering the shaking Blood Elf into his arms. He held her close, looking down at her with glowing eyes. Suddenly tender fingers brushed her hair back from her forehead. For several minutes, neither said a thing, just staring at the other.

Finally, the big alien leaned down and kissed her sweetly. He drew back, smiling a bit self consciously. “Was it, I mean…did I do acceptably?”

Larissea laughed, then grabbed his tendrils in one hand and pulled his head down to hers. “My sweet lover. You were AMAZING.” She kissed him hard, then let herself rest against his broad chest. “Fuck, that was…everything I wanted it to be. You did so well, Blue.”

He flushed purple at her nickname for him. “Larissea, I…I am glad. I confess I found it more…stimulating than I thought I would.”

She grinned wickedly, “Nether, stud, if you were any more stimulated, your cock would have come out my chest.” She kissed his shoulder. “I told you you’d like it.”

He nodded. “I am still…unsure, but…it was very hot, as you say.”

“Was it ever, sweets,” the priest grinned. He was such a doll! They were an unlikely pair of lovers, and when she’d suggested this fantasy, he’d been horrified. But she’d coaxed and been patient and, oh, by all that was holy, it had been worth it. She sighed. “We better move. We were pretty loud…I don’t want anyone looking for me and catching me for real.”

“Yes, you are right.” He stood, setting her down and holding her until she nodded, sure her legs would hold. They still shook, but they were strong enough to last until she used her hearthstone and collapsed at the inn.

She pulled her panties on, gathering the rest of her clothes in her arms. “See on Aldor Rise, baby,” she said with a wink. Then she paused before calling on the power of the stone to wisk her across worlds to the place where they had met and came together whenever possible. “…Thank you. You did this for me, made my fantasy come true, and it…thank you, lover.”

He smiled and bowed. “It was my pleasure, in case you did not notice.” He then straightened and an impish grin came across his noble features. “Next time though…we do my fantasy. You know the one.”

She shook her head, “Pervert.” Not that she was one to talk. “I know someone who has the potion for me.” She grinned. “It should be fun, I’ve never been 12 feet tall before.”