Love Potion

”Before we begin, I would like your consent once more. Just in case.” The blood elf, a fairly serious-looking woman, turned to her subject with a clipboard ready, a few squares below a thick row of text still unchecked. “You agree that you’re willingly participating in this experiment…“ She paused for the most appropriate wording “and you agree that I will not be held responsible for any unforeseen outcomes.” Each word was measured precisely and sent through her business-like smile. Her subject, a troll, azure, at least a few feet taller than the elf and dressed only in a thin gown, nodded. It’s a curious game the elf is playing, she thought. She certainly didn’t expect to be standing and listening to dull bureaucrat-talk that the elves were so fond of. But maybe this was part of the play they were acting in; it didn’t interest her much but the elf must have rehearsed this role because her performance was impressively deceiving. Though, whatever game or act was underway, it was slowly eroding her mood.

She thought she knew what the golden-haired elf wanted when they had met in Orgrimmar a few days prior, dressed like the rest of her kind, with a sense of superiority and self-assigned class. Despite that she had averted her eyes and fumbled over her words, whether it was from embarrassment or nervousness she couldn’t begin to tell. As the elf introduced herself as a researcher for a certain Goblin-run company, she recalled stories she had heard of wealthy elven women seeking out members of the horde for sex, or “diplomatic meetings” as they liked to call it. Orcs, Trolls and maybe even Tauren were probably not the type of lovers you would expect an elf to take, so they committed the acts in secret. The researcher part must’ve been her front, her excuse to take a troll, a female at that, by the hand and lead her to a remote house in the highlands to have her taboo fun with.

The room she had been led into confirmed what she already knew. It looked like the country home of a human farmer, warm and simple; nothing like the interiors of lavish elven mansions or tribal troll huts. Behind her, a chair had been crudely bolted to the floor near the middle of the room. Just by looking at it, she guessed it would fit her size well, as well as any other female troll. It had extensions from the main part that would surely house her limbs, and at the end of each there were padded straps that could be secured by sturdy buckles. Never had she seen such a thing, but she was traveled; she simply knew its uses. “No wonder the effort this elf has gone through when her desires need to be met with these contraptions,” she thought. Nodding as if understanding, she flicked a pen over the little boxes below the text she didn’t read. Role-play or not, it was dragging on and she could only feign interest in formalities for so long.

“Thank you, all the preparations are completed. I’m going to ask you to take off the gown and get in the chair. I’ll be with you in a moment.” The elf turned away from the troll but swiveled back and raised a finger as if she had forgotten something. “Oh, and you should call me Ann. Of course, it’s not my real name but it will make any conversation easier. I’ve already prepared one for you as well, you’ll be Jin.” She spun on her heel and took a few steps over to a wooden table that stood out from the rest of the room, like the chair and that table had been moved into an unsuspecting farmer’s home while he was out working the fields. While Jin undressed Ann detached the signed paper from the clipboard, but stopped her hands and turned her head only slightly when the sound of the gown falling to the floor made her ears perk. She liked to think of herself as professional and objective as a scientist, but she knew why she pitched the idea to her employer and it was impossible to deny it to even herself. Ann recalled how she had twisted and smiled sheepishly when had brought the proposal, and judging by her boss’ wide grin he knew the reasons just as well as her.

She listened for the creak of the chair as Jin brought her weight down on it. Trolls were taller, stronger and sturdier than elves, and even after her careful calculations the seat still seemed to give way. Ann could’ve guessed Jin’s form under that gown, and now that her back was turned and the gown was off, she couldn’t help her imagination painting its own, vivid picture. She imagined how life as a warrior would have shaped her body. She could probably lift her with only one arm, Ann fantasized, and the muscles of her stomach would tense and shape the skin as they supported her weight. She probably didn’t have much fat on her, and even if that meant her breasts were smaller, Ann would trace the contours of her lean body instead. She’d etch them into her memory through the tips of her fingers, following their outline the way water naturally follows the easiest route downward. Her entire body would be exotically blue, and the sharp lines where her thighs met her abdomen would be the most erotic part of her, leading down to her nethers, only a few darker shades of blue. Ann could feel herself warming to the image. It was perfection to her, in every explicit and subtle way possible. The warmth kicked at her heart and raced through her cheeks. Her heartbeat was at her throat and she was certain if she turned and spoke now she would only ruin her own professional image she had tried to preserve.

A cough from behind brought her back, accompanied by a jump of her shoulders. Jin had been looking at her frozen in place, clipboard clutched tightly against her breast, with her ears gradually changing color from a faint pink to a blushing red. The elf confused her, which made her feel like she didn’t grasp the situation, which she definitely didn’t like. Lying naked and exposed in that chair, with hands and feet in the straps, she had some time to review the evidence so far. The elf had mysteriously approached her, of all people, to conduct a “study”, the nature of which was still kept secret, her lab didn’t look much like one and the air of professionalism didn’t blow too far. This supported the theory that Ann was only an elven aristocrat with a shameful case of blue fever. Still, going through the trouble to prepare fake names, a home, special equipment and not to mention the paper she had to sign. She thought that once they were alone she’d abandon the disguise and throw herself at her, just like the familiar rumors floating around the rougher parts of the Horde.

When Ann made her way back, Jin noticed the blush on her face despite her trying to conceal it by staring down into her clipboard. She can’t be a researcher, she just can’t, Jin tried to convince herself. Ann, still staring anywhere not near Jin’s eyes, secured the straps around her limbs. They were thick and felt soft to her skin, probably meant to protect rather than restrain. The kind they use in kink-play, Jin imagined, smirking. As she followed the elf with her gaze as she secured the straps, an awfully slow and thorough process, she seemed to shrink as a scientist and become more of a shy woman in the midst of a taboo act that was about to set her desires ablaze, but hiding it until it could no longer be hidden. The glances she snuck at Jin’s body became longer and deeper, she noticed, as if confirming its qualities with her eyes and all physical contact were forbidden. Jin felt exposed for the first time as she became aware of her own, very naked self. She wasn’t ashamed, but she felt wanted. She wondered if this is what bondage felt like, being an object of desire without control, except this had supposedly no sexual intentions. Ann still tried her best to keep her image, and Jin was not sure if she should feel sexy, and in that case how.

“Okay, Jin. Everything has been prepared, and all the papers are in order. You shouldn’t need to think about anything in particular, just be you!” Jin wasn’t sure what she was trying to say, and judging by the awkward rise of the voice Ann didn’t either. Her hand disappeared into the side pocket of her coat, and finally held up a small vial of clear, viscous fluid in front of Jin. She unsealed the small cork and brought the vial towards Jin’s mouth, her hand beginning a slight tremble as her eyes were drawn to her lips. Smooth, light blue and punctuated by two tusks on either side. Ann always found herself staring at the tusks, they suggested something outlandish and beastly but were attached to the most beautiful creatures that walked on Azeroth. When she realized women were her preferred lovers, it had come to her when she caught herself looking at a troll from afar, forming a fantasy in her head where she stood on her toes, biting the troll’s blue lips and licking at her tusks. Their hot breaths would mingle, the troll would cup her small butt with her strong hands and lift her up with commanding power, almost gloating at the willingness with which she submitted.

Ann brought the tip of the vial to Jin’s mouth, pressing it down against her lower lip she saw how the soft tissue gave and clung to the crystal glass. With a breath to expel her tensions, she slowly tipped it and the clear liquid trickled off Jin’s tongue, disappearing down and to the sides. Ann noted the condensation on the now empty vial, and the feel of wet air on her fingers. Her mind was a completely silent room, and each sensation, even the smallest of observations, was like a pin falling on its marble floor. She was acutely aware of her proximity to the troll, her body heat, the allure of her mouth, the amber eyes looking right at her. It made her withdraw with a small jerk, she was convinced of Jin’s intelligence from those eyes. Jin swallowed twice. She had counted.

“What now?” Jin tried to relax back in the chair but her limbs were too oddly placed for that. What the elf had given her tasted like nothing in particular. It didn’t remind her of anything but it didn’t repulse her either. Now she found herself awkward, in an unnatural position and naked in front of an elf with a clear, new set of intentions as she came back without the clipboard but with an unsure face. Ann hesitated, looking at Jin for some kind of confirmation before one hand came to rest, very gently, on her stomach. The heat coming from the troll made her shiver and relax her touch. Through just her skin she felt the strength, the vitality and vigor of her subject.

“Have you read the contract?” Ann focused on Jin’s eyes, which was harder to do than she thought. 

“Why would I? I’m not unwilling, girl.”

“Well, it—“ Ann stopped herself. Jin was willing. She didn’t know what for, but Ann knew she wasn’t dumb. Her hand moved towards Jin’s breasts with a slow and deliberate touch. She reveled in the shape of her body, the firmness of her stomach and each bump her fingers passed, counting her ribs then rising and curling around her breast, its form easily distorted by her hand compared to the rest of her. She was bafflingly soft or maybe it was just her mind moving faster than she could think, so she acted. She let her grasping hand form naturally around her feminine curve, squeezing only with the faintest of pressure and pressing into Jin’s chest, examining with bated amazement every angle. The instructions she herself had written included this, but those intentions were purely scientific. After administering the solution, she would examine the subject and have her respond to a few questions before the effects were felt, as a kind of control and observation of its effectiveness over a short period of time.

Ann sat the flesh of the thumb on the troll’s nipple, surprisingly small and cute, like made for an elf. Ann entertained the thought and with a cough she remembered the questions she was supposed to ask her. “How are you feeling?” It sounded stupid even to Ann. It was like she spoke to a patient who had just woken up from trauma. Jin had closed her eyes and relaxed her face, somehow trying to enjoy Ann’s nervous, cold hands fondling her. She probably expected their encounter to be more on the romantic and intimate side. “Ya obviously not very good at dis.” Came the particularly accented remark, as if trying to give herself more sass. “I think you need to calm. Ya hands be freezin’.” Ann withdrew her hand and looked at it hanging by her side. She could still feel the numbing warmth of the troll’s skin on it, and if she brought it to her nose the scent of Jin would probably linger there.

“I mean—” Ann was still feeling disoriented by her comments, she had to think. “Could you describe how you feel when I’m touching you, if it feels good, in what way…” She had practiced this scenario a few times already, but she felt more out of place than she thought she would. “I’m writing this down, that’s why.” A laugh from Jin interrupted a breath of silence. “If ya say so. It felt cold and not much other than that. Ya gonna have to work harder for my praise.” Jin wasn’t trying to mock the elf’s efforts, to her it was a surreal situation that she just couldn’t take seriously. To her, all she had done was get strapped into a strange chair and had a drink of particularly thick and tasteless water. Ann could never have imagined a reply like that, and it left here even more lost than before. She kept silent and instead followed procedure, the only course of action set in stone and pre-planned by both her and consultants of her employer. Right now it was the safest thing available.

Ann moved between the troll’s spread thighs, and kneeled in front of her sex. What rampant imaginations of two passionate lovers that had been replaced by a strange, nervous tension started to come back to her, trickling through her body like a warming stream of wine, softly burning her core and spreading out to her very fingertips. They no longer had eye contact, it was just her and her subject, a troll to study and admire at her own leisure. Ann’s eyes drank in every detail now as she felt control return to her. Her hands reached both of Jin’s inner thighs and she twitched, but her hands remained. The procedure called for examination after administration—and in 5-minute intervals, but examination is such a broad term, Ann thought. But examine she did, she examined the mound of Jin’s vulva, another breathtaking part of her. She examined her labia, not aroused, engorged or parted, but just there; it was still beautiful to Ann. Her simple shapes, similar to her own but far more exotic and appealing to her eye. She couldn’t help herself, she planted a trembling kiss on her thigh, so close that she felt Jin’s dark blue lips on her cheek. She was eager to keep going, to kiss her wherever she could reach, so she imprinted the feeling as her strongest memory. The faintest pulse, the living heat, the minute jerk of a muscle when Jin moved. Her lips connected her to her troll, and in the intimate process of a simple kiss, she came to realize her hands were warm.

She flexed her fingers, checked her breathing, felt around inside for that hardness that made her breathing shallow and her core wound tight, but there was nothing but warmth. A warmth that rose and crashed as she took in the scent that seemed to emanate from Jin. Following the instructions she herself had devised, she used her thumbs to tentatively spread her labia and expose the troll deeper. She inhaled the hot air she felt, and it carried a scent that filled her head and her lungs. Another breath, face near enough to feel her heat. She made out each crease, studied the pink that seemed to darken barely. A tingle rose inside Ann; the very air she breathed was intoxicated with Jin’s eroticism, replacing oxygen as that which feeds her. It surged from all places: deep in her abdomen, from the tiny pads on her thumbs that pressed against Jin’s lips and from her brain. She sensed the air she exhaled, scalding and moist falling on Jin’s revealed sex. She heard a gasp and saw her twitch—she had to be told nothing else. Through this sensitive act, she felt connected and empathetic. The same rising simmering that she could see emerging from Jin was about to emerge from her, so she tore herself from the scent that collared her to Jin, but from her periphery an unmistakable gleam reflected in the low light.

Rising, her fingertips followed the length of Jin’s leg as she passed. Uncharacteristic, she caught herself thinking. She was smiling, not just her lips but her body adapted a smiling confidence and she gazed down on the captured troll. Her cheeks were burning almost to the point of stinging, but even so the feeling of Jin´s undivided attention produced no nervous thoughts. She wrote on her clipboard, on a paper titled “Synthesized troll hormones and their aphrodisiac application”, the time since administration and regarding the heavy scent that affected even her. She recorded Jin’s physical state and willingness, as well as her own. She set aside the papers and observed. She approached Jin, friendly, smiling and hiding the disregard for all that research required—best described as an urge that feels increasingly pointless to ignore. It wasn’t only Ann that had changed, they both knew it. Jin looked at her with restrained lust.

“The next step is to wait five minutes and do another evaluation. I hope you’re comfortable, Jin.”

“Ya not gonna keep going?” Equal parts surprise and disappointment colored her voice, as if those were the words she least expected or wanted. “In time, Jin.” Jin audibly gulped and stared in disbelief. Just two words with her name attached was the most maddening and erotic prose she had ever heard.

The room fell silent save for their breathing. They exchanged looks, deliberate and studying, sometimes hungry and desperate. In the warm light hanging above in the small room they were in, Jin saw how the elf was sweating now, and Ann saw the troll woman beginning to writhe and rise in tune to the undulations inside her. Billowing waves of excitement and tension rolled through her, like a sensual dancer her body subtly moved in place. Ann knew the whole house was empty; the second floor as well. There was no one around to see Jin’s mating call but her. Only she could see the sweat that slickened her body irresistibly. With her hazy eyes she devoured her details, the softness of her shifting breasts as they followed her movements to the hardness of her muscles, the image of her raw energy which made Ann shiver inside. Nobody would hear her hard breathing, voiceless but calling urgently nonetheless. Every inhale quick and sharp, and every exhale hot on her lips and filled with the shuddering of anticipation. Ann, watching Jin, failed to notice how she watched her in return. The elf was unaware of her body responding, clutching with fingers and nails at her arms, biting her lip and squirming but trying to keep composed, now leaning against the table’s edge which she had dragged closer to her subject.

Five grueling minutes passed like this. Outside, the sun was beginning to set but the temperature inside seemed to rise. Ann had since removed her lab coat, and a simple white vest with matching pants were all that was underneath. Her resistance as she got closer to Jin for inspection warped and sank into her. She knew sexual tension and the intensity at which she sometimes craved release. But when she looked at Jin and saw her pleading eyes, she realized new levels of this intensity. The inspiration to write down what she saw came to her. “The subject has become more amazing than I previously thought possible. I suspect the potion to accurately reproduce or even activate estrus in trolls, for I am also (unexpectedly) responding in a similar fashion,” she wrote with a trembling hand. She admired the objective nature of science, though she was beside herself and taken by Jin’s beauty, unable to tell whether the potion she had given her changed others’ perception of her or if the drug had aroused her to view Jin’s whole body as glowing and erogenous. 

Ann took in the spiced air, voice almost catching in her throat as she spoke. “How do you feel, Jin?” She looked the troll over again. She wanted to write about her, paint her and immortalize the image of fertility, vigor and sexuality before her. “Hot, really hot.” Came her throaty groan. “Ya better play with me when you be done.” She bit down on her lip and the muscles in her neck visibly tensed. “What is she straining against,” Ann wondered. “Maybe—“ voice trailing off as she laid her hand flat on Jin’s stomach. She felt her skin’s dampness and heat, and how her body immediately responded. Jin gasped as if she had been shocked. Her hand trailed the smooth path to Jin’s chest, and her reaction were like ripples from her body that traveled with it. Ann was convinced her heart would surely stop dead before this was over, the way it was hammering when she was made aware of the control she had over Jin and her enticingly receptive body.

Repeating the motions of before, the slender fingers of the elf formed themselves around the suggestive curve of Jin’s breast. Rather than the coldness of an examination, the erotic connotations lay heavy over them like a blanket, suffocating. She squeezed, kissed and nipped at the sweat-sheened, blue skin. Her freedom had been found, and Jin reciprocated with low murmurs filled with promises and detailed descriptions of her desires. Each word struggled to be uttered, oozing between her lips between heaved gasps and raking moans. Jin couldn’t focus. She had closed her eyes, and yet she saw bursts of light and color and sparks coming from her skin where the elf’s probing fingers had been. Every touch left a path of fire that fizzled into an unbearable itch centering itself in her lower body. She felt herself pulse with each beat of her frantic heart, and the tension built and built, the touch on her breasts only hurrying it. The pleasure Ann gave her was abstract, yet incredibly defined. It moved lower, but stayed by her chest.

She wanted to resist the urge to panic and tear herself free. This was a heat, and it had no signs of stopping or slowing. Jin couldn’t focus. There was no anchor for her as the stormy winds whipped at her, faster. The leather holding her creaked and every muscle tensed as a wisp of the elf’s breath landed on her swollen vulva. She realized she had no control as her tongue came next, snaking between feverishly engorged lips, gathering the abundant moisture and nestling up just underneath her clitoris. She had to cry out and twist as hard as she could, she knew she’d go crazy if she didn’t. She wanted to close her thighs, she wanted to rip of her bindings and grind herself endless release on this elf that had captured her. She wanted everything done to her, but she couldn’t find the words to express it. The volcanic buildup in her pelvis stopped, but the searing stayed as Ann withdrew her tongue.

It took the very edge of her will to distance herself from the paradise she had found. She sat on the floor, still mesmerized by the sight and smell of her troll. Not in her wildest, most erotic fantasies could she have imagined her beauty like a powerful force that would demand Ann into servitude. She knew she was slipping fast, and without even realizing how her logical circuits had been rewired, she reached a compromise she felt herself increasingly at ease with. She would wait for five minutes more, document Jin’s physical state, then ravage her and be ravaged. She’d be caught in a vortex and be sucked in, surrendering completely, forgetting anything that came before and dedicate her being to pleasure. The thoughts and hyperboles her lust-drunk mind knew elicited dull stab after stab of lightning from her folds. Her flesh tingled as the clammy, soaked fabric of her panties stuck to her loins shifted, immeasurably little but amplified by the thickly scented air and the troll juices that prickled the tip of her tongue.

Another five minutes, and the experiment had become unbearable for the both participants. Ann had long since removed all her clothes, and sat trembling, staring at Jin’s twisting and writhing body. All that was on the face on the clipboard were a few neglected scrawlings on paper, long pushed out of a mind now only occupied by a singular thought. They both looked at each other through the thick, sexual haze clouding their eyes. Ann had no longer any intentions of holding on to any terms or clauses, she walked slowly and felt her own lubricant soiling her inner thighs. She felt truly sexy as she stared at the troll, having now been reduced to something beastly and animalistic, just by the way her cravings were communicated far stronger than words ever could. Jin’s will was overpowering Ann as they finally kissed. No bonds existed at that moment, Ann was held by an invisible force and fully taken by her troll. With her tongue she inscribed in the elf’s conscious her lust and her desire. Ann knew through the mounting excitement in her abdomen, like a wound spring about to unleash with terrible force, that she wanted Jin to be free. It scared her what she might do when all her energy is unbound; it aroused her irresistibly what that energy, power and frustration might feel like. Her dainty fingers toyed with the strained leather holding Jin’s wrist in place. She had her hands on the lock that would seal her fate and realize her fantasies.

Ann took the leap, and the restraint snapped open, followed by the second but this time not by her hand. Jin’s breath came ragged and hard as she struggled to free herself, finally ripping the binds holding her legs with just brute strength. With an animal grace she rolled off the now battered chair and pounced on Ann’s naked body. They both slammed into the wall, so that cans, produce and equipment rattled off the tall shelves and rained down around them. Jin went in for the kiss on the immobilized Ann. She was thoroughly pressed between the wall and the troll—and the lack of air, the heat and the scent made her head spin. Ann had her legs locked firmly around Jin’s waist and reciprocated the kiss, though her efforts were lost in Jin’s fierce attack. She felt lips that melted her very core; teeth and tusk that bit and excited a primal note resonating in them both.

All too sudden, the kiss was lost and Ann was forcefully pulled from the troll’s body. Hands were on her shoulders, pushing her down before she had a chance to orient herself. She found herself kneeling between a pair of thighs with a lustrous sheen of sweat and juices, gazing up at her lover. Jin was shuddering and panting and in her commanding eyes Ann saw a desperate pleading, as if begging Ann to help her before she lost all control of her senses. Ann had no more inhibitions, what she wanted was in her grasp. Her nails dug into Jin’s flank and she dragged herself up and nuzzled her face against Jin’s inflamed and soaking labia, tasting deeper and going harder when her troll lurched over and shook violently. It wasn’t long before Ann’s mouth brought her to orgasm, all soundless because the air in the lungs had escaped her. She endured the explosions that each forceful contraction brought; her whole body seized and kept Ann firmly in place. Her tired eyes snapped open and closed hard again as the peak she expected to descend suddenly rose and she found herself launched into a second orgasm that wracked her body with tremors and doused the elf with a tangy liquid that immediately turned to addiction. This time, her voice called out—loud, trembling, cursing and repeating Ann’s name until a third orgasm left her speechless.

Ann was pulled away, almost forcibly, and she sucked in precious air whose need had been all but forgotten in the moment. Her head was mush, and her perception limited to the intense burning and pulsating coming from her crotch and radiating to the rest of the amorphous shape she felt was her body. But when her eyes locked with Jin’s, now a very clear and piercing gaze with strong purpose, Ann shared her clarity. In an instant, their lips met again as they locked in the tight embrace of desperate lovers. The whole body of the elf shook once and her hips began a rolling dance as one troll finger teased her folds, letting only the very faintest touch create superlative pleasures from the sensitive flesh before entering her, and most likely exceeding the poor elf’s limits when the her walls squeezed tight. “Please… the bed upstairs.” Ann’s labored pleading just reached Jin, who only managed to kiss her again and stumble out of the humid room with the elf in her arms. The rest of the house passed by like an inconsequential blur as she made her way with Ann up the stairs to the second floor with large strides. Normally she’s not one for unnecessary violence, but she forced each door open before finding the right one, which led into another, similarly decorated room with a bed strangely large for a human home—not that it mattered to a troll in heat.

Ann landed on the bed, closely followed by the mad troll. For just a moment, everything was silent as Jin hovered over Ann, staring with a lust barely restrained. She was drawn to the elf, or rather pulled towards her by her own desire. Waiting, she savored the moment, and the next, seeing Ann squirm underneath her and begging. Finally, feeling the elven hands giving in and touching her, Jin lowered herself into a kiss, exploding with their constrained rage. Jin took the upper hand, but the battle was far from over as the construction of the bed was tested to its limits. They still felt the potion, impossible to ignore or resist though they were glad to surrender to the pure and carnal. Jin had her way, ignoring much of Ann but wringing cry after cry of joy from her, eating her with the same abandon she had forced the elf into. Any lesser creature would’ve felt the pain, but the way Ann’s thighs closed around her head like a pincer and the way her hips rose off the bed in tune to her louder, hoarse screams, it was a sign for Jin to push further, until Ann had absolutely no more to give and the mattress beneath them sported a dark patch. She realized what letting go felt like, and how liberating and taboo it was to announce your coming as if nobody would ever hear. And even if she felt drained, something had taken an unnatural hold of her urges. She pushed the troll back and giggled happily at the wide-eyed, drenched face of Jin as she straddled between her legs and bucked her hips. It brought her more pleasure even though she thought she had none left to give, and Jin reciprocated. The novelty of the act was arousing in itself and soon they both held each other firmly and felt the tremors and the familiar pulsations travel through and between them as they shared orgasm after orgasm.

With the arrival of nightfall, their lovemaking slowed to a thrilling exploration of new lands. Jin once again took the lead with Ann, who had sunk into the bed, exhausted but eyes filled with life and passion still. The calloused troll fingers danced with care over her front. She touched the spots that allured her, and felt Ann’s heart pound out a steady rhythm against her palm as she kneaded her chest. It was much smaller than her own but the beauty she felt was undeniable and the care she took to find the sweetest spots to make the elf beneath her sigh and smile was greater still. She was fascinated by the porcelain yet organic being she touched, and by the live energy she exuded. Jin lowered herself to smell nothing in particular, and her heart jumped when she closed on her skin, and she kissed at the loins reddened by the prior intensity. She began to teach herself all the small details of Ann’s body; she learned how her chest rose when they kissed, how she moaned when Jin nipped at her clavicle and tenderly kissed the bottom of her breasts. Her stomach was ticklish, and her laugh sang out like music to Jin, but she fell into tense silence when she brought her lips to it. Elven feet were very different from troll feet, like the difference between the aristocracy and the common working people, hers were small and delicate while Jin’s could stomp across the forest floor and charge at any enemy. She handled them with the same care, holding them in place when Ann wanted to draw them away, showering them in kisses despite shy protests. She let go and her lips journeyed back to Ann’s.

The arousal still persisted, and their caresses were still heavy, like a magnetism that drew the two lovers together, the thing that egged their curiosity onward. It was a dull, ever-present ache but not one to rob them of their free will. “Do you think this will end soon?” Ann purred into Jin’s neck as she held her. “I don’t mind this at all, but I think it be going away. Slowly.” She placed emphasis on the last word, expelling it softly from her lips. Ann met her gaze with a sudden determination, and Jin thought she knew what she wanted to say. But the words from Ann’s pale pink, thin lips aimed right for her core.

Jin’s jaw slackened visibly and they both felt a flaring heat racing through their faces, but she was the only one to avert her eyes elsewhere.

“I want to give you one last. I want to watch you when you come, and I want to feel you come.” Jin’s jaw slackened visibly and they both felt a flaring heat racing through their faces, but only Jin looked away. Suddenly the elf she had taken for an awkward girl incapable of letting go launched the most direct request she had even been met with. “Only if you’ll let me.” Ann had her palm flat against Jin’s taut belly and eager to do her bidding. She would’ve trembled with an excitement so great it could transmute into fear, but Jin was now her anchor. Looking at her was a relaxant for the mind, observing the slightest curl of the lips and hint of emotion in those amber eyes created a strong connection that not even she had the power to sever anymore. A nod came, and a smile followed. Ann had her focus on that beautiful face and the feeling of her heart in the troll’s firm, relentless grip that also melted it – melting through the fingers and saturating every part of her with a warmth not in any way sexual. She was scarcely aware of her own hand touching between Jin’s thighs, but she was acutely aware of how her brow furrowed, how her body winced and how her eyes clouded over and how her mouth opened only slightly to expel a sigh that kissed her skin.

Was she falling in love with the troll? She could feel her heart ache when her mind’s voice echoed the word, so she looked at Jin’s face lost in pleasure and it ached all the same. She hooked her two fingers and searched until she found a spot within her that made her sing as she pressed into it. She could only hope Jin felt the same, but did trolls act the same when it came to romance? Ann felt both shame and worry when she looked at the mesmerizing form that shivered and writhed, wet sheets clinging to her bare skin. Ann had an incredible desire for trolls and their intensity, their bodies and their hands held close to her, but never once did she consider any feelings until they now threatened to burst out from inside each time she looked at Jin’s face and imagined kissing her. What nonsensical thoughts that roamed through her head, trying to figure out what Jin liked and disliked, how her life looked like up until this point, and how it would feel to wake up and see her sleeping face. Was it selfish of her to ask for more when she thought she had it all?

Jin came with a silent whimper that locked her whole body in place, and Ann watched her for several moments, losing herself a bit. Though suddenly Jin brought their lips together and they hugged tight, not caring about any sweat, dirt, misplaced pillows or sheets surrounding them. Jin cupped the elf’s cheek and played with her golden hair, she smiled the way Ann did. “I know that face.” Jin leaned forward and kissed her, as tenderly as she ever could, and to Ann it had that much more weight behind it. “You’re in love.” Neither could break the deep gaze that followed. Ann heard only pounding and felt only warmth. “Are you?” Her voice sounded so tiny and pathetic compared to Jin’s musical purring that dominated the air. She wanted to lose herself in the troll, especially as she became aware of the stinging from her cheeks. Ann missed the confidence she had before to look Jin in the eye and forget herself for just a moment. “I knew the answer when ya told me what you wanted to say before.” They kissed again to Jin’s pace, but a blue hand on Ann’s shoulder conveyed a wish for honesty. “Tell me what you want to say”

“You are so beautiful and I love you so much but I don’t even know your name.” It was harder than she ever imagined to say exactly what she felt, but she looked Jin straight in the eye as she did; she deserved that and so much more. What that intangible feeling was she did not know. She wanted to give Jin everything, her body and soul to be closer if by just a fraction. “I love you truly but I know nothing about you. This is as much as we’ve ever talked and I can’t even focus on what you’re saying because I can’t stop looking at you.” Ann tried to curl up defensively but Jin only encouraged her with more kisses. “You know me well, and you will know me better and I will know you better. This is only the start, y’know.” Jin held her elf for the longest time and embraced the peacefulness wholly. “You’re like one of them porcelain dolls, it’s so different from everyone I met otherwise. Holding you feels like a blessing. You can feel my heart beating, can’t you?” They were so close, and Ann felt their hearts exchange rhythms just like Jin had said. Calm washed over the elf. There was no point in worrying when the connection was this strong. Jin smiled and Ann admired how her tusks remained where they were, it was achingly cute and she had an overpowering urge to kiss her, so she did and when Jin kissed her back it was her turn to smile. The kind of smile that comes from the most genuine places and is impossible to suppress. The ridiculous kind of smile that only another lover with that same kind of smile on their face would understand.

Night had fully enveloped the lands but neither stirred from the bed they had settled in. They talked in soft and hushed tones to each other, sometimes hugging, sometimes kissing, and sometimes laughing. Jin learned what she could about the elf, her childhood was extraordinary to her – no deaths, trials or hardships. She was the sheltered child of two equally sheltered parents, but Ann told her about the day that made her seek travel and the exotic sides of Azeroth. She had been a simple student of alchemy when a party of warriors made their way through the Silvermoon streets—several burly orcs in front with the smell of earth and death clinging to the battered steel fastened to their massive bulk. Then, at the rear, a vicious-looking troll woman a head taller than even the orcs followed. She carried herself with pride, and the plate armor didn’t seem to bother her at all. Her hair had been a fiery red; a mix of tall Mohawk and hair braided seemingly at random. Ann could even catch a glimpse of strange bones hanging from her head, but as she looked the troll stared her down with a gaze piercing enough to force her to look away, but she never forgot the total dominance and command her gaze exerted with nothing more than a quick turn of the head.

“You like trolls because one looked at ya?” Jin was confused.

“It felt like more than a look. It was like a new world just opened up. Don’t take it as if I only love you for what you are.” Jin kissed her elf with determination, and Ann was surprised how simple acts can dispel all her thoughts so rapidly. “I don’t think that unless you tell me that is the reason. But you may have to prove it with more than words.” A grin stretched Jin’s lips and made Ann blush. She nudged Jin’s chest with her forehead, “I can’t believe you can even say things like that so calmly.” Jin’s chest rose and fell with her laughter; Ann let herself smile in secrecy, happier and safer than she could ever remember being. “If there’s one girl I should be open with it’s you. I think you were pretty open a while ago, too.” Jin barely felt the wispy strands of golden hair slip through her coarse fingers, it was light and fine, as if it would be moved by the faintest wind. “Let me look at you.” Ann brought her face level to Jin. How could it be so hard to look her lover in the eyes without feelings pangs of self-consciousness and having her cheeks dyed red? “I want us to be parters.” Ann opened. “We aren’t already?” Jin said with a smile, looking into the intensely green eyes in front of her. “I also mean business partners. Aren’t you curious what I made you drink?” Jin laughed again, partly because the past experiences were quite enjoyable to remember. “You have to explain that because I did not see that as business.” Ann shivered and crawled up closer to Jin as she felt her hand glide past her waist and rest on her thigh. She revealed the company she worked for and the potions, toxins and tonics she developed. It was her own idea to complete a “love potion” taking advantage of troll mating behavior and Jin would’ve been the culmination of that research. 

“So it was true! I thought you were just an elf looking for some taboo sex.” Jin laughed and Ann hid her face while listlessly punching away at her shoulders. 

“I can’t believe I looked like that.” She groaned in protest. 

“I think it ended very well, and the paths were still very similar.” Ann couldn’t disagree, but what made her despair was her own foolishness.

“You said “partners”?”

“I want to work with you to complete and sell the potion. I know it’ll be worth a lot and I know I want to work with you. I would never return to that Goblin-den now.” Jin liked the determination she saw in Ann as she spoke. It made her prettier and Jin felt her heart flutter. They shared a passionate kiss and Ann finally dared to touch Jin’s face. She even felt beautiful, the thick hair on her head, her pointed ears and trollish features were like heaven under her fingers. She let them run through her hair as they kissed, and left them there as they broke, flushed and breathing deeply.

Jin nodded. “I don’t know how much use I can be to you when it comes to alchemy and business. All I know is battle.” Ann took the troll’s hand, much larger than her own. Strangely shaped with only three worn, strong fingers. She kissed each one with great adoration. “I love you and I want to be with you from now on. That’s as honest as I can get.” Jin’s hand now flattened Ann’s breast. She was hers. “I wasn’t planning on saying no.” Jin paused for a moment, sifting through recent events and memories before looking at the elf. “You still haven’t told me your name.”

Ann began to realize just how much they would have to work together for a relationship, for the words in her heart were hurting her, but might hurt even more once they leave. “Jin, what if this is the potion working?” Jin kept silent, she even felt the tension as the elf in her embrace tried to find the courage to speak again. “Is this love just the potion? What if we stop loving each other?” Ann was prone to worried looks but none of that seemed to affect her more fortitudinous lover. “Love takes time and effort, and I’m more than ready to spend all of both on you. I know I’m stronger than any potion, and so are you.” Jin’s words rang out and nothing dared to resist them. Ann’s worries suddenly felt so insignificant, even if those simple words would’ve never swayed a logical mind like hers otherwise. Unknowing, she had entrusted herself to Jin and it felt good. 

“Ithildess.” Ann said carefully, and with gaining confidence.

“Zul’raja.” They both smiled wide, as one.