How to Train a Blood Elf

My first story here, so don’t be kind and review honestly. Can’t get any better
without some criticism. Thank you and enjoy.

Legal stuffs: I do not own World of warcraft but the original characters are mine. I don’t
make any money from this either.


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He stood at the ceremonial alter quietly, feeling bored of the whole thing. His
deep violet eyes idly scanned the faces of the crowd, looks of disgust and anguish painted
on most of them, utter indifference on the others. Then again, most blood elves looked at
him like that so it was no surprise to him even on this supposed special day. He went to
run his fingers through his forest green dreadlocks forgetting that they had been tied back
with a thin leather cord and he shifted in his black suit irritated.

He amused himself by imagining the crowd in their undergarments, strung up to
the overly decorated walls of the sanctum by chains. That though made him smile
slightly, the expression obscured by his large tusks. He was brought out of his musing by
the soft music that had started to play, the harps and violins singing a sweet melody that
sounded like pure gentle love, it made him ill.

The crowd stood and turned towards the doorway as a small hooded figure in
white appeared with her eyes downcast in modesty. The glow for the lantern she carried
mixed with the soft golden light of the setting sun behind her making seem to give off a
light of her own. His breath hitched in his throat as he watched her walk slowly down the
isle to him. She looked so sweet and innocent like an angel of light, he wanted so badly to
rip off her clothes and claim her in front of everyone.

When she finally reached the alter she pulled back her hood and unclasped her
cloak letting it puddle around her feet, he wished dearly that her white silk dress would
follow. The thin black obsidium collar around her neck gleamed and the sapphires
twinkled in the soft light. She looked up at him and locked his eyes with her aqua blue
ones and smiled sweetly at him, her face holding nothing but absolute love. He liked
when she looked at him like that, it confirmed in his mind that she truly belonged to him
and it set his teeth on edge. Although he much preferred the way her eyes glittered with
tears as he wove his fingers through her soft strawberry blond hair and shoved his thick
member too far down her throat.

He discreetly clenched his fist and dug his nails into his light green palm, trying to
focus on the circus around him. The priest had asked him something, “I do” he
responded and it seemed to be the right answer. She was asked the same question and
responded with a soft “I do”, the last syllable making her soft full lips pout into a little
“o”, he wanted to bite them.

When the priest instructed them to kiss he wasted no time in sweeping her into his
arms and claiming those lips with his, letting his sharp canines graze her bottom lip. He
vaguely registered the crowd stiffly clapping for the new couple and a dark figure moving
swiftly out of the Sanctum doorway, but he wasn’t paying attention to them. All he could
think about was her and what he was going to do when they finally found some privacy.