A Lover's Insecurity V2

(The following story has been heavily edited from the previous submission, hope you all enjoy!)

It was a dark night in the Jungles of Stranglethorn. Another tropical storm was brewing in the distance, threatening to bring a tempest to the area. Even now the crack of thunder could be heard over the darkened sea. The tribe she was dealing with seemed to be quite the bargainers ,they possessed a relic of importance to the Pandaren people; more importantly...her master. In her journey luck was hard to come by and the only good thing that came out of this was Zannara.



A troll with a temper that matched her looks. Overly possessive and jealous at any female who shot a glance Darknei's way. Already she could feel her seething in the background as the deal was being done. The women of the Zandalar tribe were attempting to loosen more coins from her purse with offers to teach there tribal culture.



"Come pretty horned lady, We' be honored to have you stay for the night!" one cooed.



"That's quite alright. 2 Gold for the relic or I'm walking." Soon the deal was done. 2 gold and 5 silver later the relic was in Darknei's hands.



"Dem women look at ya' like tey' own ya! Remember, you be mine girl! Don't ya be forgettin it anytime soon!"



Zannara still had her cultured accent, after all it had been only two years since they banded together. Her rescue had been fraught with challenges. The husband had to be dealt with along with Zannara's burning hatred for the alliance, which had simmered and festered over time.



Boom! The thunder roared in the distance closing in on the duo as they turned to leave the tribe. Together they navigated Stranglethorn's expansive jungle. One move that helped was making the camp close to the shore, a constant guide to help her. Even with the sky getting darker they would make it home save for any unwanted visitors.



"Zannara. You have to control these emotions my love. I do belong to you. I've given you my heart time and time again. How else can I put your mind at ease?"



She stopped for a moment, leaning against a large palm tree that was nearby. It wasn't long until her mate's mood deteriorated. Zannara snarled as she imposed herself against the alien, those razorsharp tusks barely an inch from her face.



"I be showin' ya exactly how!"



Her eyes widened in shock listening to those cold words. She knew what this meant as she looked on, those emerald hues turned from loving partner to something unrecognizable. By the light, not now! she made a silent plea right before the Darkspear slammed a fist into the bark adjacent to her face. It made her flinch, which pleased Zannara.



The heaven's above finally opened up, showering the land below in heavy rainfall. This was Zannara's cue. descending upon the lace that bound her leather tunic together, tearing away at it until the wet fabric fell open, exposing her breasts to the freezing rain. Her nipples tightened instantly as they bounced free, inky-black peaks that stood in defiance to the raging storm. Zannara had plans for the exotic beauty, and they weren't pleasant. Not pleasant at all.



One thing she quickly learned about her lover's sexual behaviour was the frantic needy pace to it all. It was brutal and often violent, resulting in cuts,grazes and bruises decorating her chiseled body. A constant tug-of-war under the bed sheets which usually resulted in Zann riding herself into the mattress...hard and without remorse.



"Zannara! not here!" she cried out.



It had no effect as her mate's large green fingers clamped around her firm ripe mounds. Each digit pressing inwards creating dimples in her flesh. She had come to a realization then, this was Zannara's control mechanism. She knew her partner had to act out the violence to insure that she remained by her side. She knew that Zannara was afraid to let go, even going as far to say she was insecure about the future.



"Zannara stop!"



Her command was ignored as the troll dominated the situation, continuing to man-handle her ample bosom. This was useless. She knew Zann wouldn't listen to reason. Her head tilted back against the trunk just in time to watch the light show above. Forks of lightning tore up the sky while her taut nipples were plucked,pulled and pinched over and over again.



"Oh Zann..."



The voice didn't seem so concrete anymore as the rain washed away her majestic tone. Her mate was enjoying herself though, groping and molesting the alien. During all this "foreplay" her length started to twitch against her thigh, struggling to free itself of it's mageweave binding.



"Take dem off!" The troll ordered. She hesitated, forcing Zannara to scream at the top of her lungs. "Now!"



She worked herself out of the tight leather, spurred on by the troll's nasty attitude. The lightning and rain adding to Zannara's fearsome glare, it framed her in a picture of absolute rage. Her lover didn't wait as her upper arms were roughly grasped, swinging her to the damp jungle floor without care.



Zannara stood over her like a dark god waiting for it's sacrifice, it was only moments before those fingers sought the waistband of her leather pants. Mageweave was no match for the brutal strength of her mate, watching the knot tighten and finally snap. That was mageweave! Such expenses seemed oblivious to the Darkspear.



"I shall teach ya' sometin! a lesson!"



The wet material of her breeches slid effortlessly over her smooth curves, A narrow waist that swelled to accommodate child-bearing hips. It was like a cruel joke for Darknei, for the light cursed her in a different way.



She laid there naked, displayed in all her unique glory while looking up at Zannara with a mixed expression of love and fear. The rain sculpted Zann's savage features into something beautiful, manipulating her heartstrings.



"No, you will not!"



"But I can child."



That voice was cold,calculating and confident. Oh she knew Zannara would eventually win out in this contest of wills, using all of her strength and determination until her lover got what she came for.



She watched Zannara turn and kneel by her knapsack rummaging around to produce a large piece of ivory. It was thick, long and shaped like a phallus. Oh god. Just looking at it made her cringe, the idea of that...there. She had to look away.



"While you might be toyin' with the locals I be doin' my own barterin!"



Ivory was hard to come by, even the nobles of Stormwind fronted a hefty sum for something even that size. How it came into her mate's possession was a mystery.



She squirmed underneath Zannara, eager to leave as the reality of the situation struck her. Just the knowledge of the foul sin that would be committed tonight renewed her efforts, trying desperately to get away. This wasn't right. They were exposed, it was raining and any manner of beast or troll could be sneaking up on them right now.



"All that scurryin' around won't serve ya' any good child."



"I don't care! Let me go!"



"Shut up!"



Zannara responded by swinging her hand about, striking her across the face. Ouch! She grimaced in pain as the sting burned on her cheeks. The taste of blood filled her mouth as she looked on with terror watching Zannara securing the harness around her waist, putting the phallus in the holster.



She made a few quick motions, swaying her hips about. It was a good fit, but Darknei wasn't. Zannara spun her way and the tip looked her right in the face, it was like looking down a dwarven gun barrel. Except that was painless.



"This is not the way to treat your lover Zannara!"



With determination she rose up onto her elbows staring back at the troll defiantly. Zannara placed a hand upon her chest right between her breasts. Damn you! she willed herself against her mate but it was of no use. With strength she was easily slammed back down to earth.



"I treat you da' way I see fit! And you be askin' for a bruisin' child!"



She only had one area that was still sacred. Combined with her beloved's rough approach this night would only have one outcome. Pain,pain and more pain. She contemplated escape. Looking down at Zannara's

arm still firmly planted on her body, she realized it would be a futile thing.



No. I can't do this. She kicked out at the unrelenting woman who was suppose to be the love of her life. Laughter answered her desperate actions as Zannara's hands wrapped around her ankles with an unnatural haste.



Bloodlust...she thought. How many times had she witnessed it in battle and then in the bedroom? Countless times. It was an unfair advantage her race held and she was powerless to stop it. Her thoughts were interrupted as her waist was suddenly yanked upwards off the ground.



It wasn't until Zannara's ivory shaft rested between her smooth thighs did she stop. Now her shoulders dug into the soft wet undergrowth while her legs hung overhead, forming the letter C if one was to view her from the side. With one end being her hooves and the other her head. Lightning streaked across the sky above as she looked up into the storm above, anything to take her mind off tonight.



It was uncomfortable and un-natural. Certainly nothing the couple had ever tried before. She broke her focus, looking back up into Zannara's face. It was maddened, crazed as her lover was consumed with the overwhelming need to punish Darknei.



She tested Zann's grip trying to pump her powerful legs and break the hold. Her tail whipping back and forth striking at her captive's thighs in a feeble attempt to free herself. Laughter echoed in her ears along with the rolling thunder, it was like a peon trying to chop the world tree down. Her heart began to sink and she couldn't believe she was being punished by her lover's insecurities.



The feel of Zannara's fingertips along her shaft drew a feminine moan, especially as they traced the two veins that ran the length of her member. It stirred and responded to her lover's touch, throbbing with ill-intent.



"Zann...please"



Her voice trailed off to the noise of rain while each caress drew more whines of pleasure. For once her lover was being affectionate, it wasn't going to last though, she was sure of it. She looked up into her lover's face once more, those beautiful emeralds were locked on to the beautiful picture between her legs.



Zann's feather-light touch glided along her dusky flesh leaving a trail of pleasure in it's wake, coming to rest between her testes. Watching and feeling her lover use those teasing digits, probing and kneading the sack.



Every once in a while a droplet of water would land in her eye, forcing her to blink. Dammit! The humidity mixing with the rain made it sting. At least she could feel it. Oh yes. By the light she could feel it, every devious sinful act the Darkspear committed.



Remember. Breathe in. Breathe out. She was maintaining her composure for the time being until a digit crept around her testes to lightly tease her most sacred of areas.



"Zann! No!" she exclaimed.



"Silence child!"



That silenced her protest for the time being, knowing to well that the troll would follow through. A coarse texture forced her to cry out as her landscape of silky smooth skin was raked by Zannara's fingers. Exposed to the rain, droplets of water spattered against her buttocks. The run off traveling down the seam of her perfect ass and along the span of her shaft. Water dripped from the tip, which would have been pretty erotic given any other circumstance.



Zannara poked and prodded to see how receptive her place of zen was. It wasn't. The door was shut with a big fat sign that stated "NOT HOME." That didn't deter her mate though, instead the troll hocked and spat, a large glob of saliva which landed right against her tight little freckle.



She grew more bold in her pursuits, more daring as she drove her finger deeper and determined into Darknei. Fortunately she failed to breach the virgin ring meant to keep things in and not out. Darknei cried out refusing to come to terms with the large digit that sought to infiltrate her untouched body. It felt like sandpaper over silk, eliciting another cry of pain from her lips.



"So tight you be child!"



Another violet motion rocked her, clenching her teeth as the broad fingertip spearheaded another assault. At this rate it wouldn't be long until Zannara filled her completely. It was so wrong, so dirty, so filthy! Even her wildest fantasies wouldn't consist of this depraved act.



Would anyone come and put a stop to this torture? Not likely she thought with the nearest settlement being miles away, even then her screams were being swallowed up by the violent tempest raging around them. No. The road to ruin was well and truly underway, a grim reality that terrified her. Her last piece of innocence would be taken by force, due to a need that was fueled by jealousy.



More spit was applied as she looked on. Watching as Zannara's digit acted as a spatula, spreading it around the shadow recess. Then Zanna would try again, eager to make progress into her forbidden depths.



"Ahh! Don't! please!" she pleaded.



Desperation took over as she refused to yield under her tormentor's advances. Her cries of pain grew in volume, inciting Zannara further. The creature of midnight fought to control her breathing while her shoulders dug into the soggy undergrowth. The pain inside spread throughout her body like wildfire, setting every nerve alight.



Who would have imagined a creature of such grace and beauty could be trapped in such a compromising position, her hooves dangling overhead like some whore from Goldshire. Her fingers suddenly dug into the turf below, clenching the wet soil for dear life as Zann's digit finally breached her. So thick! Oh the light! The pain!



"Zann! Oh god! It hurts! Get it out!"



"No child, I be in charge now!"



She screamed and thrashed around trying to dislodge the determined Darkspear. Every movement only encouraged Zannara as she felt her slither deeper inside. So tight, the feeling of being stretched around that large stump of a finger was excruciating. Zannara ravaged her, until the first knuckle disappeared. Was it Reflexes? For some unknown reason she felt her muscles clamping around the ivory; maybe it was her body's response to force it out.



So why was this filthy act, an act saved for the most vile and primitive of beasts, turning the monk on? Her strong member pumping and straining , the mageweave band leaving lines on her skin.



"Zannara... Why are you doing this to me?"



She hoped for an answer, something to pull out of this dreadful night and hold onto.



"Cause' I can! You belong ta' me child! Dis be my right!"



"It's not fair, your right isn't to harm another. Especially the one you cherish above all others. Haven't I taught you anything?"



Tears welled in her eyes, streaking down her face as the harrowing experience overwhelmed her. Breaking her both mentally and physically. She was distraught with so many emotions and feelings with pain and betrayal at the forefront. Another ear-splitting scream rocked the cape feeling her lover's finger on the move again, penetrating her completely. She tried to rebel against her captor using her muscles to push the foreign object out, it was no use.



Zannara began a steady rhythm of pilfering her insides, working her freckle like a well-oiled piston. The pain in her lower back ached from having her tush suspended in the air for so long, a feat of strength not to be repeated...ever!



Every time her lover burrowed inside, her smooth hips would rock back and forth, her hooves overhead bouncing with every violent motion. Oh the light! The pain! Even with her skills she couldn't blot out the agony.



She wondered if the feeling would ever go away, of being stretched,tortured and ultimately abused. It was a trust thing, with her lover walking a very fine tightrope. So many times Zannara's body had been hers for the night. Unconditional love they called it. It was her turn to be the outlet. The outlet of Zannara's frustration, a sleeve to hammer out all the anger from seeing her with another.



Would there be love at the end of the tunnel? It helped her embrace the pain, turning it around in her mind. Especially as her silver eyes glanced upon Zannara, wincing as the Darkspear extracted herself from her slick hole.

A feeling of trepidation washed over her as she rose up from the stoop of a posture she held before. Now she towered over Darknei wearing a mask of utter malice.



Zannara positioned her body over the alien, manipulating her until her hips were wedged between the troll's thighs. Grunting, her mate man-handled the ivory phallus, aligning the shiny white head against her rosebud.



"Zannara...I beg of you, stop this madness."



"To late for dat child. You been lookin' for love in all da wrong places!"



Zannara descended on her like a bird of prey...shoving the phallus into her without care. She bit her bottom lip, her face a mask of agony as it sunk further. She used her weight to her advantage, Leaning over to push the ivory past her last line of defense.



Stars popped in her mind as the pain increased tenfold. Inch by delicious inch sunk into her dark utopia until Zannara was hilted inside, her mind failing to cope with the large intrusion. It bordered on blackness for a few moments, forcing her to breath quickly to avoid losing consciousness. For the few times that night the two lovers exchanged looks. Zannara's was proud and smug.



No doubt thrilled at the chance to dominate an ageless wonder like her. She remained motionless while resting the piece of ivory inside her beloved, for the moment she took satisfaction in viewing the sullen look on Darknei's face. That toothy grin spreading from ear to ear.



"Ya be enjoyin' dis soon child! I know dese tings, village elders be tellin' me secrets."



"That's enough, Get that out of- !"



Her voice was cutoff as Zannara pulled out just enough until the bulbous head slipped past her tight circle.



"I din't here ya' girl!"



Ever defiant in the face of oppression she spoke her mind.



"Get it...Oh god! Unnnf"



The Darkspear pulled back before swinging into her like a pendulum, slamming into her tight opening. The powerful blow blasted the breath from her lungs , causing her fingers to clench the turf below. She practically strangled the roots as the phallic object grew even thicker at the base, almost tearing her asunder.



If it were a thing of flesh and sensation Zannara would of avoided this. Would of thought differently as the vice-like grip would of stripped flesh from bone. But it was an in-animate object devoid of feeling. Much like the troll feeding it inside her.



Her cries of agony rung out, piercing the turbulent weather with her shrieks. Zannara ignored them, mining her body with strong powerful strokes, drawing scream after scream from her lungs. She had a front seat to the action, watching Zannara plumb her depths with that bone-like weapon.



It was an interesting contrast, a stark white against the dark natural skin tone of her body. So hard and unrelenting. The slap of flesh against flesh greeted her ears, the wetness of there bodies emphasizing the sensation.



"Hah! You just like them whores at Razor Hill. Start fightin' only to give up!"



She couldn't respond to that, it was true...she did give up. Turning away she looked to the side, focusing on nothing in particular. Her eyes glazed with a distant sheen, the wetness of her tears adding to the effect. Was there any hope in trying to salvage this...this abuse? That's what it was, violent abuse like she was some stranger who did Zannara wrong.



Crack! her bottom was spanked while her body rolled from the deep penetration, she was getting worried that Zannara might tear her body apart from the inside. So violent and reckless, losing herself in the tight confines of her body.



That's the thing with Zannara she thought. She got off on the abuse, Crack! Another sharp slap rained down on her other buttock. Her powerful rhythm was reminiscent to the old goblin dredging machines, except this machine was made of pure malice.



"Unf...Unf...Unf...Unf"



This marathon bout of rutting wouldn't stop anytime soon she knew, not until her beloved felt satisfied. Her head rolled back to look skyward. Another voiceless plea escaping her lips, praying that the divine being above would end her misery. Just one well aimed lightning bolt. Wishful thinking. Only Zannara was her god tonight. Judge, jury and executioner.



"Yes! Cry like a little whore. Ya mabbe' unique on dis land child. But ta me ya just like one of dem wanton whores hangin' about da crossroads."



Only a look of surprise mixed with agony answered Zannara as the bulbous head popped free. Ouch! her muscle drew tight almost instantly, pouring more fuel on a burning fire. She closed her eyes, picturing this was all just a dream. That the pain wasn't real.



No movement...Was it over? Zannara answered her thought moments later. Like a beast that had just been given a new lease on life, she punished her still-tight hole without a care in the world; pounding away at her innocence. Hammering away all those thoughts of promiscuity. The trauma was almost to much to bear. How could Zannara do this, to someone that she loved dearly...



"I admit. I enjoy seein' dat' look on ya face. You thought dis be over girl? Hah! I just did it ta spite ya! I be wreckin' ya good an propa' child!"



It was only just now that she realized the Darkspear held the back of her knee's in a vice-like grip. Using it as a handle while the furious troll sawed in and out of her virgin body. By the light! The frantic thrusting left her shoulders burning as they struggled to carry both her beloved and her own combined weight. Hopefully she would pass out soon, or wake up.



It felt like a train was running her over with Zannara above, dishing out her unique brand of justice. Pain was all in the mind. Pain was all in the mind, she silently chanted to herself. She closed her eyes trying to find her place of zen, picturing the echo islands with the sun setting.



Picturing her master fishing for the night's meal. Pictured the first time meeting Zannara upon the sandy shore. The emotion of having her heart stolen was a stark comparison to the horrid scene taking place today. It seemed the only thing being stolen today was her choice in the matter, succumbing to Zannara's iron-fisted tactics.



After each stroke, every time Zannara reached the limitations within her body, she was becoming aware of a certain feeling. Slam! Her hips bounced from the savage stroke. Slam! she felt it burying itself deeper and deeper inside. God! It felt like she was being impaled over and over again, her little perfect peach bottom being split by Zannara.



"Ughnn!..."



Her eyes rolled back in her skull as the ivory cap touched upon her sensitive muscle within. Where was that unique sensation coming from? It enhanced the mating, making it more pleasurable. Forcing her cock to strain and twitch.

To her relief Zannara reached below, ripping at the mageweave binding that cuffed her length to one thigh. She watched in horror as it swung down by gravity, now aiming towards her face and breasts. Oh god. The ultimate humiliation. Wasn't the pain and agony enough? Did she have to go this far? To experience this vile act. Then again...this was probably part and parcel of her lover's gift.



Smack. Zannara's powerful hips connected again, forcing another cry from her lungs. Smack. Oh god... No! Remain true. Smack! Her mouth hung agape as the pleasure threatened to prove her wrong. Prove that she was weak. To give into temptation...No. Zannara was her god now. Bringing her to the brink only to stop and pull back in a cruel display of superiority.



She felt like a ticking time bomb and it wouldn't be long until she soiled herself with her own spunk. Hopefully Zannara was the only audience. No way somebody else could be out in this wild tempest. Her stomach lurched a few times as she felt that familiar urgency. So close now.



Her tail had remained a dormant thing throughout their mating, now it latched onto the base of Zann's weapon, winding itself about the hard material. Helping the phallus into her land of milk and honey. Her lover's face was one of beastial fury, going at her like a dwarf at the ale table. Wild and violent, leaving her tongue hanging out to the side, stupefied by bliss.



It wasn't long until her crown jewels lurched and throbbed, every vein that covered her dusky length pumped and strained. Her eyes closed shut, hoping that the water would wash away the sticky mess that was bound for her silken flesh.



"Zannara!" she cried out.



Every muscle in her body tensed, contracting around the ivory that was lodged inside her. It helped her orgasm reach an explosive crescendo as thick white ropes of semen surged forth, showering life's essence all over her gorgeous body.



It covered her breasts,neck and tummy. Some of it also landed on her hair. It was a good thing she decided to close her eyes, with a few droplets touching her eyelid. This was a rare picture never to be seen again. A goddess of sexual vitality decorated in her own fertile seed. It was the coup de grace, so to speak.



Then came the aftershocks, almost like static electricity. Oh bless the maker. Zannara pulled herself from the alien while the rain went to work washing away any evidence. Soon her skin was clean again, save for the gelatin residue that was left behind. What was worse however were the few strands to seep into her soot-coloured mess of hair. She was going to need to take a long dip in the ocean tomorrow, rejuvenating her soul while the sea took care of her physical problems. She eventually felt content as the Troll slowly lowered her hips back to earth.



"Words can not describe how I'm feeling at the moment."



The rapid rise and fall of her chest only illustrated half the workout, her mental pain would fill in the blanks.



"My back's sore, my shoulders ache and my rear-end feels like it's been run over by a steam tank."



Looking up at Zannara, she watched as her expression shifted. Instead of fury and lust, a more loving emotion was etched on her face.



"Take me home? I'm feeling..." her voice trailed off.



Zannara started packing away the ivory phallus along with her soaked clothing. She laid there for what seemed an eternity, gazing up into the sky as the stormy clouds departed and the rain came to a stop.



The stars shined brightly then, her skin bathing in the moonlight. All the rain,sweat and semen had left a glossy sheen upon her body, making her shine. The silence didn't last long, her thoughts interrupted as Zannara wrapped those big burly arms around her like she was a child's doll.



Zannara carried her prized possession throughout the jungle until she reached the safety of their camp. A small tent erected earlier, a primitive thing really. with triangles of wood at either end covered by rawhide. Crude but effective, just like her lover.



She stooped low with her catch in hand laying the content alien onto the bedroll. She tore at her own clothing, discarding the soggy material in the corner before joining her lover. She's so beautiful Darknei thought, staring right into those emerald hues.



Once the fires of passion simmered down, they both succumbed to the biting cold of the rain. Zannara draped her limbs over the alien keeping her close and comforted. All Darknei could do was lay there, paralyzed by pleasure and numb waist-down from Zann's brutal lovemaking.



"I love you. More dan you'll eva' know child." Zannara whispered, interlocking her hands with her lover.



She nodded and smiled softly, the gesture taking the sting off the moment, she still wanted to discuss what had happened though. Zannara was out of line with this recent inquisition, leaving her sore and abused.



"I love you too. But...you hurt me. I'm..."



A single tear streaked down Zann's cheek, looking on as she nestled further against her body. Placing her lips to the tip of Darknei's nose.



It wasn't long until the days activities caught up with them. Soon both were out like a light, chest's rising and falling with the gentle sway of sleep. What they didn't know were the tribe of bal'al trolls that were hidden amongst the tree-line. They were alerted by the cries of the dark maiden. Most seemed to enjoy the mouthwatering sight on display. Returning home with a smile on their face, a spring in their step and their loins aching for a piece of the action.