Love Scents

"What do you think this is?"

Gensei glanced up from his map to where his companion pointed. Lined along the entrance to Stormwind were wooden boxes, decorated with strips of purple ribbon and pink hearts. He raised his eyebrow, lifting one hand to stroke his chin thoughtfully. "I do not know," he said quietly, turning his attention back to the map of the human city they were about to enter. Frankly, he didn't care. This apathy towards most discoveries in their travels was a source of frustration for his self-proclaimed apprentice...and as usual, she now sighed and pouted.

Sileny was younger than Gensei by quite a bit and though old enough to be considered a fully mature adult in the eyes of their people, he struggled to see her as anything but a wide-eyed innocent. The wonder she displayed at the world around them, though endearing, only served to further divide them. Though hardly an old man himself, Gensei felt old. He'd seen too much in his life to be surprised at anything this new world had to offer. Even if the details had changed, the experience amounted to the same thing.

And a wooden box with hearts on it was just a wooden box.

Brushing back the persistent fall of dark hair that always seemed to hide one of her eyes, Sileny sat on the box, crossing her long legs and absently wiggling one hoof impatiently. She continued to glance at Gensei coyly, no doubt thinking herself sly as she quite blatantly let her gaze go over him. Since she'd begun to follow him, she'd developed a little crush that, while quite a boost to his own ego, was beginning to be troublesome. He cared for her -- he had to, to continue to let her follow him as he had -- but any sort of romance between them just wasn't possible. He was responsible for her, as an unofficial mentor and as an elder member of their dwindled race. As much as she flirted and invaded his personal space, he'd never see her as anything but a child.

So he ignored her pointedly, staring down at the map. "Are you certain there is a Farseer here?" he asked, frowning. "It makes no sense for there to be one."

Wordlessly, Sileny jerked a thumb to her right. Off the bridge, by the water's edge, a draenei woman was sitting quite comfortably by a fire, speaking with a handful of other draenei. As she spoke, the fire curled up around her hands, obviously at her command.

Gensei sighed, rolling up the map. "And how long were you going to let me look at the map?"

She chuckled with satisfaction, the tip of her tongue poking out from her dark lips. Shaking his head, Gensei turned and gave a curt jerk of his head towards the rather large, ghostly cat who had been sitting patiently. "Fine. We shall meet with your teacher and then leave as soon as possible." He wasn't even fond of his own city. Being behind the walls of Stormwind, beings of all races crowded within, made him feel claustrophobic. He didn't do well with crowds and, for some reason, Stormwind seemed particularly chaotic today.

"Okay, okay," Sileny replied with a bit of petulance. She stood up from the box and lifted her hands. Muttering a few phrases in the strange language shamans used -- he dimly recall her saying it was "kalimag" -- she was suddenly gone, a translucent, shimmering wolf in her place. Gensei's mouth pressed into a line; he still wasn't entirely used to this new ability of hers, however convenient it was. Wagging her tail, the transformed Sileny dashed ahead, down the makeshift path off the bridge, towards the Farseer who had already spotted her.

Gensei followed at a much more sedate pace. A human guard passed, an invisible but no less tangible scent following in his wake. It overwhelmed the draenei hunter's nose, cloying and unnatural. The feeling of unease intensified and Gensei's brow furrowed. The sooner they left this place and returned to the comforting shelter of the wilderness, the better.

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She'd been gone for hours.

Finding the surrounding woodland of Elwynn forest unsurprisingly picked clean of any hunting, Gensei had finally relented and allowed Sileny to go into town and pick up some meat for the fire. It grated on his already raw nerves to do so, but he was hungry. And any excuse to send the girl away so he could breathe for just a moment was a good one. However, as the time crawled by, watching Katia clean herself by the fire, he grew more and more uneasy. It wasn't that he missed her, exactly, but her rampant curiosity and penchant for reckless decisions was a bad combination certain to endanger her.

Now inside Stormwind again, he looked with dread at the streets. It was late at night, but still the people gathered and talked and laughed. Most seemed drunk. All reeked of that strange scent. To think he'd let Sileny wander around here, as sheltered and innocent as she was...

He clenched his hands into fists and continued through the streets, turning a corner into the quieter canals. Suddenly, an entirely new scent wafted toward him. Buried within the heavy stench of the canal water and the lingering smell of perfume, an intoxicating, earthy scent sharpened his focus and left him breathless. It was fresh soil, mist after a gentle rainfall, sweat and leather. A natural scent that was entirely feminine, though he couldn't explain why.

Gensei turned, instinctively following the enchanting, ephemeral trail. He didn't have to go far. There, sitting on the edge of the canal with her legs over the water, the source of the scent: a draenei woman. She was scandalously dressed, her entire back bare and deliciously smooth. He was consumed with the urge to run his fingers down that soft, yielding, pale blue skin. Her dark hair was pulled over one shoulder, the elegant sweep of her horns like a crown for her head. Even her tail, strangely unadorned as befitted their custom, seemed inviting and sensual.

Then she turned and as the nearby torchlight revealed her features, he almost fell to his knees. "Sileny," he croaked, caught so off-guard that he couldn't hide the naked want in his voice. She smiled, standing gracefully from the edge and turning to face him fully, unknowingly displaying an even more provocative picture.

He'd thought the dress she wore was dangerous from the back. Now he knew how foolish that was. The black satin of the dress dipped so low from her collar that the tops of her surprisingly full breasts were entirely bare. If she shrugged, surely she would bare the peaks of her nipples, which he found himself imagining with incredible detail. The fabric was seemingly molded to her torso, held up by the smallest of strings over her shoulders and only covering the most essential parts, leaving wide expanses of her stomach and sides exposed.

She tilted her head, the curve of her lips and the arch of her eyebrow so womanly, so inviting that he felt the heat in his face drop decidedly south. "They call this dress a 'lovely dress,'" she was saying, smoothing her long, graceful fingers over her hip. "It is a reward for engaging in celebratory activities! The Alliance is celebrating love, it seems." She chuckled, her hair falling into the customary position over her eye and making her so much more mysterious, if it were even possible. "It is very strange, but I like it." She cut her glowing glance at him, her gaze a charming mix of genuine shyness and calculated seduction. "Do you...like it?"

He stood dumb in response. He almost wanted to laugh. Like it? Her appearance coupled with her scent...he liked it, alright. He liked it entirely too much if the constriction of his pants were any indication. "...ridiculous," he finally managed to say, relieved the edge of his voice had disappeared, replaced by a coldness he had no idea he possessed. He folded his arms, eyes narrowed. "You've kept me waiting for this? A ridiculous Alliance custom of wearing as little as possible?"

She paled a bit, the dangerous gleam in her eye fading, replaced by obvious hurt he desperately tried to ignore. "It is not ridiculous," she replied hotly, turning away. "It is fun and interesting; something you would appreciate if you weren't dull as old stones!" She began a stream of angry words in the human Common, knowing full well he would only understand bits and pieces. Unlike the rest of their race, he had made little effort to adopt or understand the customs and languages of the other races...and now she used it against him.

This only served to divide them further; something previously sought but which now left him in despair. Curse this human city and curse that damnable scent! Gritting his teeth and ignoring the tension that still ran hotly through him, he grabbed her arm and tugged her roughly from the canal's edge, towards the tunnel that led to the city entrance and thus, their camp. "We're leaving," he said in a tone that brooked no argument. She glared at him, unshed tears glittering in her eyes. She tore herself away from him as if his touch were ice. Before he could stop her, Sileny transformed into her wolf form and dashed away, leaving him in the wake of her lingering scent.

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By the time he arrived at the camp, the fire had been rekindled and Katia lay snoozing contentedly. He sighed quietly, his gaze unknowingly forlorn as it rested on the rumpled shape of Sileny's cast off dress, tossed carelessly by their bags. Gensei bent down, picking up the dress to let its light silken fabric run through his fingers like sand. Her scent was concentrated in it and before he could stop himself, he lifted the dress to his lips and inhaled deeply. Then, silently cursing himself as sick and perverse, he tossed it away as if it were repugnant, feeling just as frustrated he'd been in town.

Where was she? How reckless she was, leaving the fire unintended, inviting any thief or beggar to take notice of their unguarded things. He abandoned the camp, using the skills he'd honed as an experienced hunter to track her down.

He heard her before he saw her. At first, the sound was so quiet, so muffled among the whispering of the trees, the melody of night creatures and the sound of running water that he wasn't sure he'd heard it at all. But there it was again, a soft, feminine sound. Quietly, Gensei followed the sound of water until he came across a river. Shielded from view thanks to the dark shadows of night and the surrounding brush, he froze solid, eyes wide as he stared in numb shock at the scene before him.

Sileny was completely nude on a wide, flat rock on the river's edge, her legs dipped into the eddies that swirled around her. Droplets of water, sparkling in the moonlight like diamonds, clung to her skin and trembled with her movements. She was on her back, head tilted back, one hand squeezing and tugging at a breast while the other gently stroked the swollen, purple tinted lips of her sex. Her wet hair splayed behind her head, she arched her back as she inserted a finger within her, moaning in pleasure.

Gensei, suddenly struck dizzy as lust shot violently through him, reached out blindly for anything to cling to for support. When his hands struck the rough bark of a tree, he leaned into it, breathless. As he watched her, she inserted another finger into herself, pumping her hips against her own questing hand, groaning louder with her desperation. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, that she couldn't possibly act any more wantonly, she removed her hand to join the other at kneading and stroking her breasts...and her tail snaked up between her shivering thighs and plunged deep inside the glistening entrance. With this movement, she cried out, panting with pleasure. And as Gensei watched, fingers digging into the bark of the tree he hid behind, he heard the one thing that would be his undoing.

"Gen...sei..." she whimpered as she came, the river splashing around her as if finding release as well.

He only just managed to bite off his own answering groan, slumping against the tree and bowing his head to rid himself of the scene that would forever be burned into his mind. He wanted to burst out of the woods and mount her like a beast and the effort it took to restrain himself caused guilt to join lust in the pit of his stomach. He'd known she wanted him, but to see her pleasure herself while thinking of him shattered whatever remaining lies he told himself about her maturity. And they were lies, had always been lies, he knew that now. He made himself see her as a young, foolish thing because the thought of the woman she was, wanting him, of all people...was just too much. There was a reason he'd been alone for as long as he was.

As Sileny basked in the afterglow of her own orgasm, Gensei forced himself away from the river and back to the camp, an incredible heaviness in his heart.

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When Sileny finally came back from the river, clothed in the long shirt she used as a nightgown, Gensei was tending the fire, his back to her, Katia likely off on a hunt. She paused at the outskirts of their camp, one hand idly toying with a damp lock of hair. "Gensei?" she called softly. Hearing his name on her lips, he immediately recalled the passionate need in her voice from before. Stabbing the fire with more violence than was necessary, he remained silent.

She sighed, joining him by the fire. Even though she wasn't sitting very close, it felt like her presence invaded his every sense. He stood up abruptly, walking away to pick through their bags. When he found he could speak, he said quietly, "Tomorrow, you must carry on alone."

Sileny looked up, hand frozen in her hair. "W-what?"

Without facing her, he picked up his gun and set it down again, fiddled with the straps of his bag and generally busied his hands. "We cannot travel together any longer. I require solitude." Yes, good. Keep it cold, impersonal. Don't let her see how your hands are shaking. Don't think about the smell of her, freshly bathed and mingled with the subtle scent of her previous arousal.

She fell into stunned silence. For the briefest moment, he hoped that would be the end of it. But then, cutting into him like a knife, she flatly said, "No."

His jaw tightened. "You have no choice in the matter. I am leaving now and you will not be able to find me again." He wasn't strictly certain this was true, but he was confident in his ability to throw her off his trail for a little while, at least. If he kept running, he wouldn't give in to temptation. He wouldn't ruin her.

It was so quiet after this last proclamation that he almost believed she'd gone away. He sensed her too late, however. So focused on the will to drive her away, he didn't understand at first the feel of what was pressed against his back. When awareness finally set in, he silently sucked in his breath, squeezing his eyes shut. He imagined he could feel her warmth even through the leather and mail armor he wore. As she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, the length of her torso molded to his own, she said softly, sadly, "Don't push me away."

Her fingers began toying with his pointed ears, her face nuzzling his hair. "I knew you were watching me," she whispered. He had difficulty swallowing. "But I didn't stop. I..." she trailed off, burying her heated face against the nape of his neck, shivering. Unconsciously, he sighed deeply, tilting his head forward, thrilling in her touch despite the voice screaming in his head that he should stop, stop now before it was too late, but her low, husky words were weaving a spell over him and all he could do was kneel on the soft, spongy forest floor and revel in the hands that roamed over him.

"...I wanted you to watch me," she finally admitted, hands sliding down from his shoulders over his chest and down the muscled plane of his stomach. Her questing fingers were moving towards dangerous territory and the further they dipped, touch feather soft, the more his will gave way. It had been so long since he'd had a woman, any woman. He'd long since abandoned the notion of ever bedding one again. He was starved for it, he could finally admit it to himself now. She was offering a feast to a famished man.

Her hand was on the bulge in his pants, the persistent hardness having not completely gone away since he saw her in the dress. Murmuring incomprehensibly at this point, she rubbed him gently through the soft leather. He couldn't help but lift up his hips against her hot touch, hissing out his breath through his fanged teeth. If he didn't get control of this now, he never would.

If she was going to damn them both, better he be the one guiding their descent.

Gensei turning, grasping her wrists firmly and gazed down at her with a quiet, somber expression. Lips parted, she returned his gaze boldly, despite the flush that had spread over her face. It was all he needed to lower his mouth to hers, tasting her as deeply as he wanted. She returned the kiss eagerly, their tongues melding and exploring each other. She whimpered into his mouth, fingers fumbling at the catches and straps of his armor. He reluctantly stopped kissing her long enough to strip down to his waist.

Suddenly conscious of his less-than-perfect form, the scars of his past a map on his skin, he reached for her once more. She wouldn't let him hide himself with her own body, instead holding herself back just far enough to trail hot kisses from his collarbone down. As she did so, he leaned back against their bags, pulling her with him. Still she did not relent in her quest to taste every inch of him. The muscles of his stomach seemed to jump under her lips. He groaned her name when she reached his belt.

Sileny glanced up at him, her visible eye burning with white heat as she undid his belt and freed him from his breeches. He couldn't look away as she gasped softly, running her fingers down the length of his shaft to the sack underneath. She seemed absolutely charmed by his nakedness, licking her lips as she gripped him inexpertly but no less pleasantly. He thought that would be the end of it, her characteristic curiosity sated, but she wasn't done yet. As she lowered her lips to kiss the tip of his cock, he cried out wordlessly, falling back against their luggage.

She took him into her mouth carefully, mindful of the little pointed fangs in her mouth. Despite her inexperience, her gentle, careful ministrations to his shaft left him breathless. He gently rocked against her, using what restraint he had left to make sure he wouldn't overwhelm her, but she surprised him again by taking him in even further. She moaned around him, her own breath coming fast and hard, clearly enjoying the taste of him. Gensei reached out and took hold of her horns, no longer able to think past the simple feel of her velvety lips around his cock, and pulled her even further on him. She squeezed her eyes shut, clinging to the folds of his pants as she valiantly sucked him with gusto, taking the force of his thrusts. Only when she seemed to be choking did he come back to himself, relinquishing his hold on her so she could pop her mouth off his cock and breathe.

"I'm...sorry..." he gasped, shocked by his lack of inhibitions. She wiped her mouth, taking her eyes from his lap.

"It's alright...I liked it..." she replied, chuckling. As he forced his mind to stop reeling, he watched her take off her nightshirt, revealing her nude form once again. How had ever ignored such a body? Even under her leather armor, he had to have been aware of the incredible curves she possessed, the heavy weight of her breasts and the generous swell of her hips. And he'd told himself she was a child. He would've scoffed at his idiocy if he wasn't hypnotized by the gentle bounce of her breasts as she moved towards him again.

It was time to please her the way she deserved to be pleased. For whatever reason, she had chosen to lay with him rather than a younger man more suited towards her insatiable passion, so he would use the only advantage he had: experience. He ran his calloused hands over her arms, her waist, her stomach. She watched his reaction with hooded eyes, mouth open slightly. When he rubbed her breasts, rolling her already stiff nipples between his thumb and finger, she gasped, arching back. He pushed her back on the ground, knowing she'd get dirty but not particularly caring. That she wouldn't either, that she thrilled at the magic of the nature around them, affected him more than he could say.

His hands trailed down from her breasts, making a quick journey to the wet core of her. She was so slick and wet already, no doubt the lingering affect of her solo session at the river. As he rubbed small circles against the hard bead of her clitoris, she whimpered, biting her lower lip. He continued to rub at the apex of her with his thumb, using his fingers to part the warm, swollen lips of her sex, pushing his thick fingers in and out of her. She moved frenetically against his hand, reaching back to tightly grasp the verdant grass above her head. "Gensei...!" she moaned, nearing climax. "M-more...oh, please! Harder!"

He was too happy to oblige, so aroused by the feel of her tightening and shivering around his fingers to consider the possibility that he was harming her. As she came, he quickly withdrew his fingers and plunged his steel-hard cock inside her. He groaned, sitting back on his hooves and pulling her even closer, sliding her trembling body over the grass. He just managed to stop himself at her virgin wall, grip tightening on her hips.

Bizarrely, it was this moment that he was able to focus, even as she continued to contract around him, sheathing him so tightly. He gazed down at her, breath ragged, suddenly uncertain. It wasn't too late...she was still technically a virgin. Gensei sighed with longing, opening his mouth to convey something to her, anything. She gazed up at him, panting. They stayed like that in silence for a few seconds, both knowing a choice had to be made. Finally, perhaps unsurprisingly, she was the one who took the first step, so reckless, confident in the way only the young could be.

Sileny bucked her hips against him, the force of the movement forcing him to enter her completely. He moaned, hunched over her. She was in pain, that much was obvious, but she continued to thrust against him, gasping.

Gensei cupped her bottom and lifted her more fully on his lap and off the ground, filling her in a way he'd never experienced before. She was so impossibly tight, so soft and wet. He lifted her up and impaled her down on his cock again, ducking his head to nip at the tender skin of her throat. She clung to him with wild abandon, the pain fading into electric pleasure. She groaned breathlessly, pumping against him, the two finding a rhythm out of ancient instinct. Behind her, the campfire began to grow in height, glowing brighter, casting the draeneii in an orange aura, the sheen of sweat on their writhing bodies shimmering.

"Come...my love, come for me..." he gasped, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold back for long. She leaned away from him, supporting her upper torso with her arms, breasts bouncing quickly as they increased in tempo. She was thrashing her head back and forth, lost to her passion. He wasn't far behind. Their cries grew louder and more incomprehensible as they toppled over the edge together, coming simultaneously.

He heaved her back up, crushing her to his chest fiercely as his seed exploded inside her. They both shuddered, lost in the sea of their pleasure, clutching at each other for purchase. The campfire flared brightly before rapidly shrinking back to its normal intensity. When the last tremors of their climax faded, Gensei exhaled slowly, loosening his grip only slightly. He was without words. Well, he was never the talkative sort, really. But he felt he should say something, apologize, anything.

She saved him from the attempt, smiling up at him sleepily. She kissed him gently, fingers curled over his chest. "Gensei...thank you." That she would thank him for taking her virginity and so roughly at that, was amazing to him. He forced the guilt away and kissed her back, burying one hand within her hair.

He slid out of her with a sigh and lifted her into his arms. Pulling the nearby blanket over them, Gensei laid her down on the the soft grass and curled up behind her, arm draped over her with quiet protectiveness. She was already drifting to sleep, a small smile curving her kiss-swollen lips so he simply kissed the nape of her neck and closed his eyes. Tomorrow he would deal with whatever consequences were in store for this night. For now, he would simply sleep, wrapped up in the scent of the woman he was falling in love with.

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Fin