A Payment in Love

Authors Note, PLEASE READ: This was originally a roleplay between two people over IM. That is why the POV changes so often and seems to go over the same things occasionally. It would have taken ages to go over it and edit it to seem more storylike, so please excuse the format. Also, for convenience sake we assumed both parties spoke Common so that we didn't have a language barrier. I'm sorry if that violates any lore rules. This story DOES have an ending, but whether or not I post any more chapters depends on reviews... I'm not begging for reviews, mind, but I don't want to post something people aren't interested in reading.

I give credit for half of this work to Weavesof#$%^ (name edited for privacy) who was my partner in this roleplay.

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The snow was cold. Freezing, in fact. Araminta opened her eyes to thousands of tiny diamonds glistening across the landscape. Where the hell was she? She blinked a few times, trying to get her basic motor functions online. Groaning softly, she sat up in the soft white powder, running through a mental checklist. Head... Check. Arms.... Check. Legs....Check. Okay, so she was still in one piece. Rising slowly to her feet, she grumbled as her hooves sank into the snow. She hated snow. Why was she in the middle of it? Looking to the right, her eyes widened as she saw the dozens of bodies dotting the landscape, spoiling the perfect expanse of winking diamondlike white. Her breath exhaled in a foggy woosh as her memory came flooding back to her. Ironforge.

She'd been visiting Ironforge to see a Tailoring trainer. The Horde had attacked. Knowing she didn't stand a chance, she'd run as fast as she could, along with the rest of the fleeing mob. Once outside, her hooves, not made for snow, had made her lag behind and finally trip over a log, sending her tumbling into the snow. She must have hit her head on something and blacked out. Considering all the dead bodies around her, that must have been what saved her life. She brushed the remains of the snow from her red robes, straightening the intricate draenai knot at the top of her head that indicated she was from royal blood. Nothing special of course, just a second cousin to a priest serving the Naaru.

"I can't beleive the Horde passed me by." She said aloud softly, surveying the damage around her with saddened eyes. Hiking up her skirt, she prepared herself for the long trudge to Kharanos. Blasted snow. She didn't hear the soft footfalls behind her, didn't hear the sword being dragged from it's sheath, but she certainly felt the hilt coming down on the back of her head, knocking her to the ground. Dazed, she rolled over, crying out softly as a boot came flying into her side, knocking the wind out of her. The troll standing over her leered. "General Marrowbone will geta kick outta you, mon." the troll slurred. Leaning down, he slung her limp form over his shoulder and began racing lithely through the snow back towards where the Horde had made camp.

As they entered the camp, Minta was beginning to get some of her functions back and she vainly pummeled at the trolls back. "Let me down!" She shrieked, garnering some attention. A few Undead leered in her direction, and a Blood Elf or two shook their heads arrogantly and turned back to brushing their hair. The troll skidded to a stop in the center of the camp, sliding the captive draenai off his shoulder and sending her tumbling into the snow. Minta sat up, staring around her at all the unfamiliar, Horde faces. Ugly faces, every one. Squeezing her eyes shut, she willed herself not to cry. "Look wha I found wandering around out dere." The troll chuckled. So this was it. Destined to be a Horde plaything. Great.


General Marrowbone, a ghastly looking man, skin pale and stitched where a killing blow had sent him to the grave, eyes following the girl as she was tossed at his feet outside his large tent. He grinned a little, his lifeless lips curling upward. "A good find," he rasped, moving down to caress her cheek lightly before he snapped his head up at the sound of a number of soldiers as they moved purposefully toward him, snarling lightly. "Captain Railen," the General sneered, his voice full of contempt. "I thought the Bloodied Company had already broken up to head home, yes?" He said, obviously not pleased to find that was not true.

The Captain, Railen, did not even bother with a mock grin, snarling instead, the large orc towering over most of his fellows, except for the larger of the taurens at his back. Humans, goblins, and all manner of others followed, only a score with him, but even more waiting at the edge of the camp. "Oh, we had, but unfortunately for you Marrow, we know how to count a fair bit better than you and your men apparently," he said motioning to a chest that was set down next to him, kicking the lid open. "A hundred gold coin short," he said grabbing one of the pouches and dumped it in the snow. He pulled out one coin that he had secured in the otherwise empty pouch, the rough mail of his glove scratching the crudely painted fake coin, "Hoping we would be away before we discovered one bag was full of counterfit? Our rate just doubled, and you're lucky that is all it did!" Marrowbone's eyes followed the coins, but it was obvious he wasn't surprised to find they were fake... or pleased about the rates being doubled. "I..I will pay it," he said slowly, regretfully, "But I don't have the coin right now," he said looking around some. "That is all I have," he said promising as Railen shook his head. "Not good enough fool, don't offer coin you don't have!" He looked to the girl kneeling in the snow, eyeing her some. "A captive? A pretty one at that...no point in wasting her on the likes of you," he said and motioned one of his men to help her up, a large tauren coming to lift her to her feet. Railen moved toward the general and looked down at him, reaching out and unsheathing an elaborate looking weapon that hung at the generals side before reaching down and ripping the sheath from the belt. "This will do as well...you owe use five hundred coin...I expect it within the month to one of the Companies agents, or your life, and the ability for the Horde to contract us, is forfeit." He said simply, and then grinned, the blade slashing quickly, severing the general's hand which was reaching out in protest clean off, making the man cry out, his guards and soldiers reaching for blades, but he stopped them. Railen grinned, "Make that four-hundred left that you owe us, and a reminder that we will make good on the threat," he said coldly and turned off, his fellows following. Railen looked down at the girl, motioning the mercenary from her and let her walk and follow on her own, his eyes clearly looking her over. "What is your name girl?" The large orc asked. He wasn't bad looking as far as orcs went, heavily muscled and armored, fur showing from under the heavy plate, a two handed sword sticking out over a shoulder, and scars marking his face from countless battles, more marks marring his plate armor.


Minta winced as the ugly undead general's rotting hand swept across her delicate, almost translucent skin. She would have bit at him had she not been sure his hand was literally half dead. When the other group appeared, Araminta watched the exchange with bated breath, wondering if a full scale battle was about to erupt in her lap. If she could get her totems up, maybe.... no. She didn't stand a chance. Biting her bottom lip in worry, she stayed silent, only letting out a startled squeak when the rogue Tauren hauled her roughly to her feet.
She willingly trotted along behind the group of commandos. As of yet, they weren't any better than Marrowbone's group, but at least they were letting her walk on her own. A single tear cascaded down her cheek, glinting against her skin and falling to the snow without a sound. When the large Orc asked her name, she was taken aback in surprise. Why did he care what her name was? "A..araminta." She said softly, the soft rolling accent tinging her voice as it always had. A slight rolling of the rrs, a deeper than normal tone, and a huskyness that bordered on sensual were trademarks of the hooved Draenai.

He nodded a little as she answered, glancing down at her for a moment, before ahead. His mercenaries had moved their hands from their weapons now as they exited the encampment, looking down at the ornate sword in hand. He tossed it to a man waiting with the main party of the other eighty mercenaries that rode with him. "Sell that when you get back into town, should be worth a hundred or two," he said as the man nodded, inspecting it. He was one of the few that did not look as if they could rip the arms off common men, a bespecled human with ink staining his finger tips. "Two-sixty I suspect, Marrowbone's sword is quite unique," the older man said as he bobbed his head still, muttering to himself as he walked off. Railen looked at Araminta and then moved easily into his saddly, reaching down and lifting the girl, literally, into his saddle with one hand, settling her in front of him on his mount, an arm moving around her waist as he gripped his reins with the other hand. "Move, I want to be away from these wretches as soon as possible," he said practically snarling. He started to ride off, the small army at his back, as he looked to his little captive. "You don't have the look of a soldier girl, what did you do to get yourself captured then?" His voice was a bit curious as he let his large thumb brush up and down against her abdomen as he watcheed her.

Araminta kept her head down, staring at the ground, only peeking up through her lashes every so often at the massive orc beside her. For an Orc, he wasn't bad looking. He didn't smell half as bad as they were reputed to, and his skin was actually a pleasant green. She'd heard many people compare Orcs to pigs, but he looked more manly than most human men she'd known.

When he mounted up, she stood, shifting her weight from hoof to hoof, wondering if making a run for it was a good idea. When he reached down and hauled her easily into the saddle with one hand, she gasped, clutching at the saddle horn for dear life. Okay. Running away from this guy did NOT sound like a good idea. One muscled arm snaked around her and the other took the reins, guiding the mount into a swift lope. Hearing his deep voice behind her, she forced herself to stop focusing on his huge hand on her stomach and pay attention to what he was saying. "I'm... I'm a shaman." She said, her voice cracking in the middle. Oh sure, that sounded confident. She sounded like a scared little girl... technically, that wasn't far off from what she was. "I... I was in Ironforge for a training session, and then I ran during the attack and..." she trailed off, realizing she was blabbering and that he probably didn't want to know all of that information. Blushing, she looked down, her ponytail bobbing from side to side as they rode, and she bit her bottom lip again. "What... what are you going to do with me?" She asked softly, dreading the answer.

"Well, if you are hoping I am going to let you go, I am sorry to dissapoint you," he said with a hint of a laugh in his voice, his thumb still moving against her. "Besides I am not sure that will do you any kindness, with all the Horde scouts around I am sure you would end back with the General, and I doubt he would be any more pleseant with you after what just happened. And, other than that, I see no reason to let a pretty little thing like you go," he grinned a little. "What will I do though? Eh, haven't decided quite yet. Shaman's can heal some...might have you tend the Companies wounded when needed," he said eying her again. "Among other duties of course," he looked around to those that were following him as they rode. "I take it you will behave, yes? Or should I find my pretty little pet a collar and leash?"

She shook her head at his question. "No... no I'll behave." She said softly, tears welling in her eyes again. The healing she wouldn't mind, one of the shaman trainers had taken a liking to her and taught her some special restoration spells for free. It was... the other duties that worried her. If you'd told her a week ago she'd be atop a Horde mount with a strangely handsome war-scarred Orc carrying her off to his camp, she wouldn't have beleived you. Naaru above, why was he still stroking her stomach with his thumb? Peeking downards, her eyes widened. His thumb was huge against her flat stomach, barely protected by the thin cloth of her robe. She shivered against him involuntarily, the chill winds beginning to cut through the front of her robe. Her back was kept warm against his chest, and her stomach was warm as well from that dratted hand of his, but the cursingly low cut robe was not keeping her throat and chest very cosy.

Railen grinned as he felt her lean into him, and felt her shiver, assuming it was from the cold. He reached to his neck to unfasten the clasp of a furred cloak he wore. He brought the heavy thing, easily a blanket for the girl, to wrap around her, his hand still under the cloak as he practically bound her in the heavy fur. "That should keep you warm for now," he said letting his hand rest on her stomach now. He looked down at her and smiled some, "So, a shaman girl all on her own...have you ever fought before? Or are you just a student?" He figured he could find someone to train her more, what ever the answer, in healing, and if she proved trustful, in combat. The Company always could use more mercenaries.


She was more than a little surprised at his gesture of kindness, giving her his own cloak. Though, come to think of it, he probably didn't need it much, his skin was hot to the touch anyway. She cuddled up between the cloak and his chest, figuring trying to be aloof was for those who wanted to freeze. "Not combat, persay but I know some offensive spells... I don't always hit my target though, and I get drained fairly easy." She wondered why he was asking, maybe to make sure he knew what she could do in case she attacked him? No worries there, she wouldn't dare challenge a warrior of his size and obvious skill. Sniffing, she wondered what smelled so appealing, then realized it was his cloak...it smelled of woodsmoke and spices...and him. Rallying her thoughts, she tentatively ventured a question. "Where are we going?"

"We are making camp up there," he said motioning to a pass in the mountains ahead. "We have a base up in the north...more like a patch of land we like to camp at, but base, camp grounds, it is all the same." He grinned a little and shrugged, "Well, it is a few days off, and I have no desire to spend it near the Horde camp, and they don't much like some of the company I keep," he said motioning to former Alliance members, a few of which were Dranai themselves. "I don't suspect you will have a problem with a warm fire for the night?" He asked, though figured the answer by the way she had snuggled into his cloak and against him, his hand stroking her cheek lightly, a little amused with the pretty little dranai girl.

She closed her eyes as his large hand stroked across her cheek gently. Why was he being so nice? So gentle? Asking her questions and answering hers? She'd always heard the Horde were vicious, cruel creatures, capable only of anger and lust. This Orc certainly wasn't a nice person... but he didn't seem like a bad one either. Confused, she simply shook her head to his question, nuzzling her chin down against the fur of the cloak. She peeked out at the few Draenai in the group, studying their markings. None seemed to give her the slightest glance, and none seemed to have Shamanistic markings. Looking to the left, one of the mercenary trolls caught her eye and winked at her, grinning lewdly. She blushed under his gaze, backing against the Orc just a little bit more, if that was possible. "Can I stay with you, not with the.... other men?" She blurted out, without thinking.


He laughed a little as her question and nodded some, "It is cold out, did you think I would leave you out of my tent? The blankets will be much warmer with you in them, and far more welcoming," he said as he let his hand play with her hair lightly, looking her over again. "And as long as you don't get drunk and let one of them, the men are good at keeping their hands to themselves," he said with a shrug. "Well, that is not true, their hands will wander but nothing more than a bit of pinching and groping. There are more than a few women in the Company, and they aren't so picky as who they share their blankets with," he said looking to one of the women and grinned shaking his head.

Her feelings of relief turned to tension again at his words. More... welcoming? She closed her eyes, trying to will herself somewhere completely different. His hand in her hair was not unpleasing, nor was it unpleasing when it brushed against her cheek , or stomach. He was surprisingly gentle, but... she shuddered slightly at the thought of what he meant. One of the nearby women, riding a black wolf mount, pulled up next to the General. "Can I assume this means you won't be needing one of us keeping you warm, Captain?" She'd obviously overheard the conversation and wanted to torture the pretty Draenai more. It worked, Araminta screwed her eyes shut even tighter, her mind doing calculations of how many of the ugly, filthy women had probably shared the bed she was soon to as well. Her small frame, made even tinier in comparison to the Orc holding her close, shook slightly... from cold, fear, or pure hopelessness was unsure. He grinned some at the question and gave a little laugh, "Stop picking on my little pet," he said a little fondly, "I am sure you won't have trouble finding a warm place to sleep tonight," he assured the other woman, "I think I will be quite comfortable," he said with a nod as he gave his reins a pull as they reached the narrow pass, a few trees making a bit of clear land here and there from the snow. At least as clear as it seemed to get, only a few inches of snow instead of a foot or more. Railen ordered a hault and he tied off the wolf after getting down, leaving the dranai bundled up on the beast as he went about ordering preperations for the camp not seeming to make sure she did not try and run off, a set of goblins setting up a large tent and fire that was obviously meant for the captain, as a number of smaller tents formed little circles of five or so tents with a fire in the middle of each.

Araminta thought about sliding off the wolf, but she shivered just thinking about the cold snow on her hooves. She stayed curled up in the furs, her mind racing. She had a pretty good idea of what the orc was expecting from her. Her hand twitched towards the reins. It would be so easy to send a low level spell towards the tie holding the wolf, and kick it into a run. She'd have a fighting chance of reaching an alliance town, the wolf seemed fast.... with a sigh her hand moved back under the robes, to the warmth beneath. She'd told him she'd behave.... and she kept her word. Her eyes followed him about camp as he moved. His massive form was almost graceful, he had no trouble in the snow like she did. A strand of her pretty black hair fell to wind around her neck and she swept it away absently. His tent looked clean, at least... that was something.


Railen eventually came back, a bit surprised to see her still sitting in the saddle. "I thought you would have headed straight for the fire," he said laughing a little, lifting her up and nearly sat her down in the snow before he craddled her in one arm as he looked to her hooves. "Need to get you some winter clothes or we might end up leaving a hoof or behind from frostbite," he teased as he let her down next to the fire where a large tauren warrior was cooking what looked to have been a large boar, handing a mug to his captain as he leaned back against a log he had pulled out. Railen took the mug and took a long drink before offering it to Araminta, "It's good dwarven ale," he told her, the mug far bigger than one she might have used, "I have a few contacts in Ironforge that pay in casks of this for some hunting contracts I do for them," he explained, "Well worth it," he grinned, sitting down before pulling her into his lap once he had gotten out of his plate armor and weapon, clothed in heavy fur clothes, his hands resting under the cloak against her bare skin at the hem of her shirt.

She gasped as he lifted her off the wolf, dreading the cold snow on her hooves. To her surprise, he didn't put her down, rather he carried her easily all the way to the fire. Carrying a regular Draenai maiden might have been a feat, but although she was well past puberty and growth spurts, Minta had always been small. She took the mug the Captain handed her, licking the foam from the top with her small blue tongue, then taking a long sip. The heady drink began to set in quickly, spreading a warmth through her all the way to the tips of her hooves. When he pulled her into his lap suddenly, she gasped, taken off balance, and threw her free arm around his muscluar neck, holding on so she wouldn't fall. When she realized he had a firm grip on her, she blushed, removing her arm and replacing it under the furs. His hand on her skin was making her nervous again, so she looked down into the ale mug and chewed on her bottom lip absently. "W...what do I call you?" She stuttered nervously.

"You may call me Railen," he said, stealing the mug for a moment to take another drink before putting it back in her hands. "Most call me Captain but you aren't one of my soldiers so it might be odd for you," he shrugged a little. "I think I will call you Ara, your name is a bit of a handful for my clumsy tongue," he teased, nipping her neck a little affectionately, earning a grin from the tauren they shared a fire with, another tauren joining them soon after, followed by a pretty human woman who looked to be perhaps a paladin, all sitting near the fire to keep warm, starting to pull off bits of boar meat, one plate full of glazed ribs brought to the captain by the human girl who grinned at the dranai before heading off back to the tauren.

Ara nodded meekly as he took the mug, making a mental note to remember to call him Railen. When he nipped at her neck, she almost dropped the mug in her hands. His tusks grazed along her neck ever so gently, sending shivers down her spine. Suddenly, it was almost too hot inside the warm furs and she gulped down a few more mouthfuls of the beer, fighting a blush. Feeling guilty for her reaction, she could barely look at the pretty human who brought the captain food, but she stole a glance after she had sat down. The woman was sitting especially close to the darker of the two tauren, and sharing a plate. The tauren got some food caught on one of his horns, and the human gently reached up and removed it, affectionately stroking his cheek as she did. The look the woman gave the tauren was almost loving, and left Ara even more speechless than before. Could it be possible that such a pretty woman could love such a beast? No accounting for taste, she supposed. Ara's nostrils flared as the delicious smells of the meat the Captain was holding came wafting towards her, but she didn't dare take any for fear of offending him.

He watched her eyeing the food and smirked, "Eat up girl, you look as starved as you looked cold earlier," he said, taking one of the ribs for himself, eating it as he leaned back some. "I am fond of dwarven food, been to stay with them a few times, though I am not sure they will want me around for some time now after our last job, but they usually come around quickly enough." He watched Ara's eyes looking to the human and tauren, "Those two have been together almost from the moment she joined the Company. He had and one of the orcs both were after her, came to blows. I wasn't sure who would win, until she joined the fight. Stabbed the orc, Jorin I think his name was, right through the chest, followed by her companions maul to the Jorin's head," he said with a little laugh. "Few actually marry in the Company, bed fellows for the most part, some with family back home, but every so often," he shrugged as he finished the one rib and took to eating another.

Ara reached one small hand out from under the furs and picked up a rib. Her small teeth tore into the meat with vigor, she was starving. Mmm, it was good. She finished the rib off quickly and reached for another, polishing it off as quickly as the first. When she was finished, she was left with stained fingers, and she looked about in vain for something to wipe them with, not wanting to wipe them on the robe. Shrugging, she began slowly licking the sauce from her fingers... manners didn't really count here. While she cleaned her fingers, she thought about the couple across the fire. The tauren was so huge, and the human was so small. How did they..... Ara's small blue tongue stopped in the middle of cleaning as an awful thought crossed her mind. If the Orc had meant what she thought he meant.... she was so small... the Orc was so big... her head began to swim, and she couldn't tell if she was scared, or curious.

His hand moved up the front of her robes a little, his large hand easily covering one of her little breasts over her undershift, his thumb caressing the top of her flesh as he laid back comfortably, obviously relaxing, not so much feeling her up as he was just letting his hand fiddle with her as he laid there by the fire quite comfortable. "Are you tired, or did you want more food or drink, or something else?" He asked, his eyes still closed as she sat in his lap curled under the heavy furs letting out a content sigh. It had been awhile since he just sat around with a girl in his lap that wasn't some Company hussy or a barmaid at some of his favorite stops.

Her mind came to a screeching halt as his hand began to fondle her. She'd never been touched like this before. It sounded absurd, but she just hadn't had time. Ever since she was young she'd been trained by her family to carry on the family name. There had never been a shaman in the family line, and when she showed a talent for it, she'd been the toast of the parties for awhile. Matter of fact, her family was probably wondering where she was right about now.... oh Naaru his hand was moving. Her other hand, cleaned of juice, dropped to his shoulder, holding onto him as her head spun. "I'm... fine..." she breathed, her eyes closed, her heart pounding under his hand. She shifted slightly on his lap, leaning back against him and resting her head on his shoulder, the top of her soft hair tucking under his chin. Her beautiful blue skin contrasted against his green, and she sighed slightly, trying to remember how to breathe right.

He felt her lay down against him, half surprised she hadn't gotten scared at his touch. He smiled a little and continued the soft stroking as he leaned in to kiss at her neck a little, her head resting on his shoulder some. "You are a pretty little thing," he said quietly, his tongue licking at her neck lightly, "Much calmer than I would expect from a little thing like you," he said with a light laugh. He tucked the strand of hair that didn't seem to stay put back behind her ear, nipping the long ear lightly, more than a little curious of the girl, and other things but those thoughts were likely obvious to the girl by now.

It was funny, his hands and his mouth and his teeth were doing glorious things to her and making her head spin, but the only thing she could think of was all the ways he'd been so kind to her. Giving her his cloak, giving her food and drink, carrying her so her hooves didn't freeze, asking her if she was still hungry... she was terrified, granted, but also intrigued. This fierce, yet gentle orc fascinated her.... and Lords, he really knew how to make a girl's knees buckle. She shifted on his lap again, his appreciation of her figure was beginning to become apparent. Well... to hell with it. He'd been nothing but good to her so far, he deserved the same from her. Twisting her head, she leaned up, letting her own small, warm tongue dance lithely along his ear, as one of her tiny fingers curled around his left tusk, stroking it gently. "It's the elements." She breathed, her warm breath tickling his ear as her tongue continued it's ministrations inbetween words. "They teach you a lot of meditation when teaching you to summon the elements." The finger on his tusk moved to trace along his lower lip.

Railen gave a little chuckle as her small hand wrapped around his tusk, his fingers moved up her back as she nipped at his ear some, more than a little surprised, and pleased, at the return affection. "Well, it seems to be working quite well," he said softly, moving in to kiss her lightly, his large mouth pressing over hers, the tusks hardly brushing her lips as his hand moved up her side under the large cloak, pushing her robe open as he went, adjusting himself under her as he felt himself grow stiffer against her. He might just knock off a little of the General's debt for the girl, she was worth every penny and more.

Her eyes closed as he kissed her. She wasn't expecting to enjoy it as much as she did. His lips were soft against hers, not demanding and rough as she'd expected. She moaned into his mouth softly as he pushed her robe open.... his hand against her soft skin was driving her wild. She reluctantly pulled her lips away from his for some air, her eyes fluttering open to stare up at him. Her eyes were full of wonder, lust, and a little fear. Hearing a titter, her cheeks flamed as she looked across the fire to where the human and the tauren were grinning at them. Ara's cheeks flushed even more, creating an interesting contrast against her blue skin and she looked shyly up at the Captain. "Maybe we should take this inside..." She breathed softly, her fingertips trailing along his neck.

Railen smiled down at her and laughed, looking to the pair who made her blush, "Modest little thing," he said softly, "I guess I am not surprised," he said and moved a little, pulling her robe shut a little as he gave her another kiss. He moved her to his feet as he stood, kissing her neck lightly with a smile, keeping the cloak on her as he stood, something large obviously pressing at his pants some, though he didn't seem embarrassed. Railen put a hand at the small of her back and led her toward the tent, more than eager to get her into his room.

Ara trotted along next to him, not having as much trouble now that the snow wasn't as deep. Her hooves only sank in a little, but the fact that her head was swimming wasn't helping. She could feel his hand on her back, through the fur, and her lips were still tingling from where he'd kissed her. She was still terrified, but curiousity and excitement were beginning to win out over fear. She hoped to Naruu that she wasn't being foolish, and that he really would keep being as gentle as he had been. Her family must be worried sick right now, and she blushed yet again as she thought about what they'd think if they could see her now.... all too willingly trotting into an Orc's tent to share his bed. Oh well. To hell with it. She snuggled up against Railens side as they neared his tent, one of her tiny hands resting on his chest.

Railen smiled as he felt her lean up against him, his hand moving down to give her tail an affectionate little tug as he moved into the tent with her, moving her toward the bed which was little more than a number of large furs stacked atop one another, likely much more than most others in the camp got as far as bedding and tent gear went. His room held his armor, a number of items such as a cask that likely held his favorite dwarven ale, and a number of other things including books and the sort. He moved to the furs and kissed her again, a little more roughly this time, as a hand moved to cup her cheek lightly as he pulled her against him.

It was warm in his tent, someone had built a fire right outside and let the warm air flow inside. She let out a startled squeak when he pulled her against him, kissing her a little more roughly. Ara kissed him back for a few moments, then pulled back briefly, just long enough to drop the fur cloak to the ground. Clad only in her rather revealing thin red robe, she looked him over. Nervously, her hands began trying to undo the ties to the heavy peices of armour he wore, but she was vastly unexperienced. She'd always intended to undergo the strength training required to wear mail, but never had the time. Fumbling with the knots of the ties, she finally gave up and stomped one small hoof petulantly, pouting up at him.

The orc gave an amused laugh and kissed her forehead comfortingly as he reached up and undid the ties himself, soon out of the heavy links, tossing them aside as if they were made of regular cloth, though they very well could have weighed as much as the girl. "There you are little one," he said in little more than a whisper, kissing her lips again softly as he ran a finger down her cheek, along her neck, and to her robes, pushing them open oh so slowly, teasing at her some as he finally let the cloth fall into a puddle at her feet.

She shivered as her robe fell to the ground, the air in the tent whisking across her blue skin. She slowly moved against him, standing on the tips of her hooves to pull his lips down against hers. Carefully, avoiding his tusks, she tentatively let the tip of her small tongue graze along his lips. She was acting purely on instinct, but the stiffness pressing against her leg let her know she was doing something right. Her arms wound up around his neck and she pressed herself full length against him, her hands tangling in the hair at the back of his neck. Her eyes fluttered closed and she let out a tiny moan into his mouth as her tongue continued it's exploration.

Letting his tongue move against hers he let the girl begin her exploration. She certainly seemed curious, though a bit inexperienced, which was a nice change of pace. He lifted her easily with one hand on her bottom to hold her up so she could have an easier time reaching his lips, the hand holding her massaged her bottom lightly as the other moved up to her breast, pulling the cloth off a bit roughly in his eagerness to feel the bare flesh of her breast, his fingers moving surprisingly deftly as they took her dark nipple between his fingers, rolling it lightly as his palm covered the breast.

She gasped as he lifted her, and she wrapped her long legs around his waist instinctively, trying to help him hold her weight. When his hand found her breast she gasped, fireworks going off in her head as it began spinning again. Naaru above, was it always like this? This intense, this full of feeling? She'd heard stories, but never expected... her eyes were glowing by this point, glowing and full of unbridled lust. Her tongue swept across his lips and down his neck, her teeth nipping and her tongue swirling in circles across his skin. He was surprisingly clean, not dirt encrusted like most Orcs she'd seen. One arm remained around his neck for balance, but the other reached down, removing the small scrap of cloth that still remained on her chest and tossing it to an indescriminate location somewhere in the tent.

Tilting his head to allow the girl access to his neck the man let out a pleased growl, his hand moving to play with her tail a little as his fingers continued their work, giving a light pull at her nipple, finally gripping one of her little horns to force her to look up at him as he kissed her deeply again, pulling away as he bit lightly down her neck and to her breasts, his mouth moving to the one he was not toying with and let his large tongue wet it, his tusks nipping a bit harder than he had before, his shaft throbbing against her as he continued.

A loud moan escaped her lips as his mouth covered her breast, sending tingles throughout her body. The adrenaline coursing through her body made her bold, and she reached one small hand down between their bodies, reaching into the remains of his clothing and wrapping her hand around his length. To call him big was an understatement, and she felt a twinge of fear returning as her fingers began toying with his length. Her tongue escaped and wet her lips as she continued to moan brokenly, her breaths coming in pants now. He was being rougher than before, but to her surprise, she enjoyed it.


His shaft pressed up into her hand as she began to touch him. He slowly moved to the furs, sitting carefully down as he kicked off his boots before pulling off his shirt revealing a heavily muscled torso marked with countless scars, some large and some small, one in particular running from near his heart down to the opposite ribs. His mouth moved from her breast slowly, nipping and kissing her chest every now and then as he scooted her bottom out of her underwear, grinning at the sight of her slit, a large finger reaching down to run along her slit slowly as he gave another pleased growl.

She gasped and bit her bottom lip as he ran his finger over her, her arousal quite apparent now. Her eyes flamed up even more when he took his shirt off, her eyes devouring his quite appealing chest. The scars made her wince, especially the big one, but her little hands set to work memorizing his chest, running all over it with a feather light touch. He seemed.... very experienced, and she wondered if her own inability shone through at all. She should probably tell him.... How did she talk again? "I should probably tell you..." She breathed softly, licking the side of his neck between words. "I've... never done something like this before." She hoped he didn't find fault with her because of it, and she nuzzled into his neck, hiding from the laughter she thought was coming.

"Been with an orc?" He said with a small chuckle, nipping her ear affectionately, a hand moving to her bare bottom, kneeding it lightly as his other hand continued to rub at her slit. "I assumed as much," he said as his tongue moved along her earlobe a little, his shaft pressing up through the cloth against her slit some, his hand giving her bottom another harder squeeze as he moved to play with her tail a little more. "I suppose I might be a bit bigger than what you are use to," he teased playfully, not knowing she meant she was a virgin.

She tried to pull her senses together through the haze of lust clouding her mind. His hand on her tail felt divine.... "N...no, that's not..." She trailed off with a gasp as shefelt him pressing against her slit, only the thin cloth between them. "I've never..." she tried again, but got interrupted mid sentence by a moan. Oh Gods. His hands were everywhere, his tongue was in all the right places on her neck... a muscle on the side of her mouth started to twitch and her tail practically started to vibrate she was so wound up. Time to give this talking thing one last shot. "You're the first.... I've never..." She shifted position and trailed off again as she felt his red hot heat pressing against her.... Gods he was big.

"Oh," he said understanding, a small smile forming on his lips. "I will be sure to try and not to hurt you too much then little one," he said giving her horn an affectionate little tug, "Though it will hurt," he warned as he nipped her neck lightly, deciding it was best to let her know, though it was obvious it would hurt. He moved her on her back as he kissed her lips lightly, reaching down with one hand to pull his bottoms off revealing his shaft now in truth, precum already drooling from its tip, easily larger than any dranai she might have seen.

Tears threatened to well up in her eyes at his words. He was being so kind, so gentle. He seemed like the rough type, so this was probably a stretch for him, to be constraining himself this much. She looked down and her eyes widened. She'd felt him, but not seen him yet.... She gulped slightly, wondering how on earth it would fit. "It's so big..." She said outloud, her tone wondering. Tearing her gaze away, her glowing eyes found his and one small hand came up to rest on his cheek. "I know any hurt you cause me will not be on purpose." She said softly, her nose nuzzling against his affectionately. "And I thank you for that."

Railen laughed a little at the nuzzle, but just nipped her nose softly. He moved a hand to her hip as he pressed the tip of his shaft at her slit, the pre coating her slit as he worked the tip against her slit to help wet his shaft some, moving down to kiss at the girls neck again. His free hand moved to her bottom and ran it slowly up and down her leg as he started to ease himself in her, the head starting to press into her.

She bit her bottom lip again... it was beginning to become a habit. She felt him begin to press against her and she breathed deeply, trying to stave off panic. She could feel herself being stretched and she screwed her eyes shut. She'd heard this could be pleasurable once she got over the pain part, but she doubted anything could be more pleasurable than how he made her feel already. It wasn't too bad yet, it hurt a small bit, but not too much. She felt his head enter her completely and she exhaled, knowing the hard part was still to come. She wrapped her legs around his waist, easing the way in for him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. His huge form dwarfed hers on the bed, and his weight pressing against her was somehow comforting. She kissed his cheek gently, letting him know she was still okay.

Feeling the kiss on his cheek he smiled a little, his hand on her hip tightened a little more to keep a firm grip. He nipped her breast lightly before he pressed deep into her now in one swift motion, seeing no reason to draw out the pain, feeling himself break through her barrier, giving a little growl at the pleasure, feeling the tightness around him. It felt so good, but he restrained himself from doing further just yet, letting her adjust as he gave a few small thrusts into her.

She couldn't keep back a small scream into his shoulder as he broke through her barrier, burying himself to the hilt inside of her. She willed herself not to cry, and breathed deeply. He was being so considerate, not plowing away, simply staying still with an occasional movement. That had to be hard, and she wanted to overcome the pain simply for him. Concentrating, she picked out the good feelings as the pain began to dull. She felt so... full. She'd never felt this full, and she was sure that from now on, she'd always feel like a piece of herself was missing. The pain was mostly gone now, and she tentatively thrust her hips against his, groaning at the wave of pleasure that coasted through her at the motion.

Reaching up he grabbed her horn lightly, tilting her head up so he could kiss her roughly with a smile, his other hand gripping her bottom still pulling her up into him as he started to slide in and out of her slit. He could feel the slickness of her slit, a mix of his pre and her virgin blood as he started to move into her quicker and quicker now, kissing softly now and then as he let out a soft low groan. "There we go little one," he whispered roughly against her lips, his tongue brushing along her lips softly.

She moaned loudly as he began moving inside of her. She'd thought that this couldn't possibly feel better than the things he did to her before, but she was wrong. Her entire body was on fire and tingling, and it felt amazing. Still, she could tell he was still holding back, trying not to hurt her... but to her surprise, she didn't want him to. She wanted him to be rough, carnal, and possesive. She wanted him to be him, not try to hold back for her, leaning up, her warm breath tickling his ear, she ran her tongue along his earlobe. "I want you to stop holding back." She whispered softly, her hands roaming along his back, her fingernails dragging lightly along his skin.

He gave her a look for a moment but said nothing as he pressed his lips against hers in a rough kiss. He pulled away, nipping harder than he had before down along her neck, and to her breasts as he gave a small snarl, pressing into her harder and harder now. The sound of his heavy balls slapping agianst her ass as he moved into the small girl soon could be heard as he moved over her, each hard thrust filling her completely, followed by another and another in rapid succession, a few of his nips bringing blood as the tusks teased at her skin, his teeth pulling at her nipple lightly as his hands gripped at her harder, pulling her into him.

It hurt, but it hurt wonderfully. She'd never felt so... completely posessed by someone before. He filled her up so completely with every thrust, and found depths she hadn't imagined she'd had. She was glad she could accomodate him, she knew some girls weren't so fortunate. Moans escaped her lips at a regular tempo, moans and gasps every time he slammed into her. When he drew blood with his teeth, she drew in a sharp breath at the sting, but she loved it. She almost hoped the bites would scar, leaving marks on her, marks he had made. Her nails dug into his back more now, almost drawing blood herself as she rocked her hips against his. Her back arched off the bed and into him as she let out a small scream, one of her hands flying up to grip at the furs over her head. "Railen!" His name escaped her lips in a lustful cry as he brought her cresting over a wave of pleasure she'd never imagined possible.

He felt her shudder underneath him as he continued the lustful thrusts, lost in the moments. She certainly knew how he liked it, and for one so young, and untouched, that was more than surprising. One hand gripped at her hips hard and pulled her hips into him as he gave a small roar, a warmth filling her as hot strings of his cum filled the small girls body as he held himself deep in her belly. It lasted a lot longer than he was use to as he held his shaft in her, finally relaxing as he rested against her, letting out a breath as his tongue lapped at her breasts smeared with her blood from the nips that broke skin, a small smile forming on his lips as he stroked her body to ease her from her orgasm.

She breathed heavily as she came down from that indescribable peak of pleasure. The warm aftermath spread over her and she sighed, nuzzling at him affectionately. Her mind went over the days events, and she suddenly recalled what he had said before, that she was to heal his men, among other duties... he couldn't mean... her body tensed up beneath him and she looked up at him, the fear returning to her eyes. "I'm... I'm not to service... all of the men as well, am I?" she said softly, the fear tinging her voice. She didn't mind giving herself to him, rather, she liked it, but the whole company of men? A part of her wanted to be his alone, to warm only his bed with her soft skin.

He rose an eyebrow, "You? No, I told you you could have my bed to sleep in," he murmured quietly, not pulling out of her as he moved her on top of him, laying on his back. He let his hand move down to play with her tail and bottom lightly, his tongue still lapping at the wounds. "There are plenty of willing women out there to be shared," he assured her with a little laugh, nipping her chest lightly again as he watched her. Railen watched her some as he adjusted under her, "All you will have to do is heal the others...and unless that involves bedding them to, you should be fine," he teased.

She relaxed when he told her she was his, for the time being, anyway. She nestled against him, leaning her head against his shoulder and licking his neck gently. This really wasn't so bad. If she hadn't been captured, she would have been riding her annoyingly stubborn elekk through the snow, shivering her bottom off and hoping to reach Loch Modan by nightfall. Lying here in a warm bed with her gruff but handsome Orc was definitely a shot above that. Nuzzling him, she reached down, pulling one of the nearby furs over them both, cuddling into his chest. "I am.... glad... to be yours alone." She said, struggling to get the words right.

"And I am glad to have you my little Ara...I am not one who likes to share too much," he said with a little grin, reaching up to move his fingers through her hair, his fingers brushing along her small horns lightly. "You look tired," he said, which probably was an understatement, "How about you get some rest, we will be moving out early in the morning," he said softly, his fingers still brushing against her, his cock limp but filling her belly still.

Nodding, she yawned softly, and snuggled against him. He was still inside her, but she didn't care. It felt wonderful. She reached up, pulling the two pins out of her hair that held it all together, dropping them to the floor. Her hair unwound from the elaborate knot and cascaded down to cover his chest in a silky waterfall of black. Purring slightly, she laid her head down on his shoulder and closed her eyes, falling asleep rather quickly. The physical exertion had tired her out.