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Moonglade Frolic

�� The first
tendrils of pre-dawn light crept through the window of a small bedroom and came
to rest on the delicate features of a sleeping night-elf.� Fiorella stirred at the sensation of warmth
on her skin and opened her softly glowing eyes.�
She sat up slowly so as not to disturb the human man who was sleeping
beside her, occasionally letting out a contented snore, indicating that he was
not yet near wakefulness.�
�� Fiorella let
the bedcovers slip down from her chest, exposing her warm pink skin, full
breasts and athletic figure.� She felt
her nipples harden almost instantaneously in the chill spring morning air.� She absently ran the tips of her fingers over
them, delighting in the little quiver that ran through her body at the
touch.� She didn�t linger long; she was
feeling oddly restless this morning and wanted to be on her way, wherever that
led her.
�� She dressed
herself quickly in the supple leather garments folded carefully over a chair in
the corner of the room.� She paused to
run a sandalwood comb through her long blue tresses.� She barely spared a passing glance at Edric,
the sleeping man, as she made her final adjustments to her gear to be sure it
was satisfactory.� She retrieved her
elegantly carved staff from where it leaned against the wall and strode quietly
from the room.
��
�� The streets
of Stormwind were beginning to stir as Fiorella wandered along the canal.� A girl was singing a lighthearted tune as she
set out boxes of flowers in front of the flower shop.� Fiorella stopped to admire the fragrant
blooms as a pair of armored soldiers deep in conversation strolled by.� Their conversation stopped abruptly as they
approached her and she could feel their eyes admiring her.� She smiled and blushed a little as one of them
gave an appreciative whistle.� Truly,
everyone is susceptible to the flirtatious sentiments of spring, she
thought.�
�� One of the
soldiers, a young blonde man with the feathery traces of an attempt to grow
facial hair on his upper lip, came to stand very close to her with the apparent
purpose of inspecting the flowers she was looking at.� �These roses are particularly lovely today,
aren�t they?� he asked her in a soft, shy voice.� �Are they your favorite?�
�� Yes,� Fiorella
replied, �I�m very fond of them.�
�� The young
soldier nodded and carefully selected a handful of the finest blooms on display
and held them out to her.� �These will
look all the finer if they�re held by someone as lovely as yourself.� Please take them as a springtime token from a
simple admirer.�
�� Fiorella�s
first impulse was to refuse the gift.�
After all, Edric would not find this young man�s attentions to her as
charming as she did.� As soon as this
thought crossed her mind she felt the heat of indignation rise within her
chest.� What did it matter what Edric
felt about it?� He didn�t possess her; he
merely shared her bed and satiated himself with her body now and then.� Fiorella smiled with all the sweetness she
could muster and accepted the bouquet from the young soldier, leaning close to
him to murmur a thankyou.
The soldiers continued on their way, resuming their previous
conversation, and Fiorella strode along the canal towards the trade district.
�� What
happened next probably would not have happened if Fiorella had obeyed her first
impulse and refused the roses.� But as it
so happened she had taken them, and she was holding them to her face and
inhaling deeply of their fragrance, closing her eyes as she walked along.� Unsurprisingly, she walked right into another
pedestrian and fell smack on her bottom, the roses strewn about all over the
ground.� After she caught her breath from
her fall, Fiorella felt quite foolish lying there on the cobblestoned street. �She also felt what was almost certainly a
bruise appearing on her bottom.�
Meanwhile the masculine night-elf she appeared to have bumped into was
crouched down peering closely at her as if trying to determine whether or not
she was injured.
�� Fiorella,
is that you?� inquired a familiar gentle voice.�
How was it she had not recognized Kitsun?
�� Oh thank
goodness it�s you, Kits, now at least I won�t have to die from embarrassment,�
she laughed.
�� It�s true you
were always somewhat clumsy for a druid, it�s nice to see you haven�t changed
since you left after finishing your training.��
By now he had gathered her bouquet from the ground and was holding out a
hand to help her up.� Fiorella grasped
his hand and was amazed at the ease with which Kitsun lifted her to her feet.
�� I may not
have changed since last we met, but you certainly have!� she observed.� Kitsun was dressed in leather garb very like
her own, but it did very little to hide his broad shoulders or the chiseled
musculature of his arms and torso.� In
truth he bore very little resemblance to the awkward young druid she remembered,
but then it had been some years since she had seem him.� Fiorella amused herself with the realization
that her friend was now a fully grown man, and quite an attractive one at that.
�� Kitsun
seemed not to notice her ogling, or at least not to care.� He responded with, �Yes, I completed my
training and left Nighthaven over a year ago.�
�� I haven�t thought
of Nighthaven or of Moonglade even, for such a long time,� Fiorella mused with
a sigh.� �It saddens me a little to say
so; I was always so happy there, it�s a shame to have forgotten it.�
�� Are you
not happy here in Stormwind?� he asked, perceiving the underlying melancholy in
her voice.
�� I�m not unhappy,� she affirmed, after a moment�s
thought.� �Just ... restless.� I suppose no druid is ever completely at home
in the city, even with the Park.�
�� I think I
have a suggestion that may help you,� Kitsun said brightly.� �It just so happens I have a brief errand to
run in Nighthaven today.� Perhaps you�d
like to accompany me and we could make a day of it?� That is, unless you have more important
things to attend to.�
�� Fiorella�s
heart leapt at the idea of spending the day in Moonglade with her old
friend.� �Nothing would please me more
than to go with you,� she said.�
�� He smiled
his familiar warm, gentle smile.� �Good,
then I�ll be there with you in a moment, unless you�ve forgotten how to get
there,� he teased.� No druid ever forgot
how to teleport themselves to the hallowed sanctuary of Moonglade.� It was about as easy as forgetting how to
breathe.� Fiorella closed her eyes and
felt the spirit of the earth move through her as she silently willed herself to
return to Moonglade.� She felt its power
slowly building in her and as it reached its peak she released it with the
wordless spell and mystic flash of light.�
�� When Fiorella�s
eyes cleared from the blur of teleportation, she saw herself in the center of
Nighthaven.� Druid elders were going
about their business as usual, and no one paid her the slightest heed.� After all, it was fairly common for druids to
pop in and out unexpectedly once they were no longer novices and had gone out
into the world.� It seemed strange to her
now that there never seemed to be full sunlight in Moonglade.� When she had been a novice she had never
questioned it, but now the way that everything was cloaked in half-shadows made
it seem oddly sensuous and mysterious.�
�� She made
her way through the town to the cliff overlooking Lake Elune�ara
and was not surprised to find Kitsun sitting beside the waterfall, playfully
dangling his legs over the edge of the cliff.�
�This was always one of my favorite views,� she said as she approached
him.
�� He turned
and looked at her intently.� �Mine too.�
�� Fiorella dropped
her eyes from his gaze.� So easy to get
lost in it, she thought.� She turned her
attention to the lake, and a sudden impulse struck her.� �Let�s go for a swim!� she said.
�� Whatever
you like,� he agreed.
�� Fiorella
sat in the grass and removed her boots, relishing the feel of the verdant
blades against her bare feet.� She stood
and began unbuttoning her tunic, then noticed through the corner of her eye
that Kitsun was watching her with that intense stare of his.� She didn�t find it strange at all that she
enjoyed being watched by him, though she wouldn�t ordinarily have considered
herself to be an exhibitionist.� She
turned unobtrusively so that he could have a better view of her as she stripped
completely naked.
The thought that she was starting to tease him a little with
desire exhilarated her.�
�� Free of her
clothing now, Fiorella turned and dove off the cliff into the pool of water
below, plunging into its refreshing depths.�
She heard a splash as she surfaced and in a moment Kitsun appeared
beside her, tantalizingly close.� She
could see little beads of water collected on his bluish skin.� She felt the tips of his fingers lightly
brush her bare breasts as he tread water � an accident, or did he touch her on
purpose, she wondered?� His touch sent
tiny waves of pleasure through her body and Fiorella could not conceal the
little gasp that escaped her lips.�
�� It seemed
that was the only encouragement Kitsun needed, for in an instant he had hooked
an arm around her waist and pulled her to him in a firm embrace, his mouth
seeking hers with near-desperation.� She
flung her arms around his neck and gave herself up to him completely, amazed at
her own wantonness.� She opened her mouth
to him and felt his tongue against hers, deliciously warm.� She pressed her body even closer against his
and could feel his arousal pressing hard against her belly.�
�� She felt
his hands caressing her body beneath the water, searching her curves almost
hungrily.� Fiorella squealed a little as
his hands firmly grasped her buttocks.�
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pulled her upwards and began
to suckle on her breasts.� She moaned
softly as he traced his tongue in little circles around her nipples, then
enveloped them in the warmth and wetness of his mouth.�
�� Kitsun
deftly slipped his right hand between her legs and began to absently stroke her
naked pussy with his fingers as he suckled at her nipples, tickling her clit
until she felt she could not bear it anymore.�
She moaned again, more insistently now, and tugged at his shoulders to
try and communicate her need.�
�� Be
patient, darling,� he said softly, �I will content you.�
�� He
unfastened Fiorella�s arms from around his neck and layed her gently back so
that she was floating on the water�s surface.�
He grasped her waist and pulled her to him so that the backs of her
knees rested on his shoulders.� He
pressed his face to her pussy and explored with his tongue, and the sensation
of his warm mouth after the cool water sent her into ecstasies of
pleasure.� She arched her neck and moaned
freely now as he pressed first one then two fingers inside her and licked and
sucked her clit attentively.�
�� It wasn�t
long before her moans reached a fever pitch as she felt her orgasm building
inside her, ready to be released at any moment.�
He seemed to sense her readiness and vigorously coaxed her orgasm from
her with his tongue.� Delicious waves of
pleasure coursed through her body as she came, giving way eventually to little
shudders of delight as she basked in the glow of her contentment.
��
�� A few
moments later Fiorella was lying in the lush grass by the shore of the
lake.� Kitsun was lying by her side with
one arm flung casually over her, his fingers lightly caressing her bare
belly.� He bent his head down to
affectionately nuzzle her neck, but Fiorella pulled away, suddenly overcome
with sickening feelings of remorse and regret.�
She sat up abruptly and felt her chest constrict with guilt as hot tears
welled up in her eyes.�
�� How could
she have let this happen?� It was true
that she had been feeling somewhat dissatisfied with her companion Edric, but
even he did not deserve to be betrayed in such a distasteful manner.� Her cheeks burned with shame at the thought
of how dishonorably she had behaved, not just for Edric, but for Kitsun as
well, who had no notion of her previous attachment.�
�� She glanced
at Kitsun now, suddenly very aware of how confused he must be by her
actions.� He was watching her with an
expression of wide-eyed concern.� At the
sight of her tears he reached forward to take her hand in his own saying,
�Please, darling, tell me what troubles you.�
I can�t bear to see you in such distress.��
�� Overwhelmed
by conflicting emotions, Fiorella allowed Kitsun to fold her into his arms to
be comforted.� She let him hold her as
her tears spilled against his chest.� How
gentle and patient he was!� When she had
finished her cry and caught her breath she looked right into his intense stare
and found herself able to tell him everything.�
Her relationship with Edric, her frustrations with him as a companion,
her guilt, in short all her worries and troubles came spilling from her
lips.� Kitsun held her and listened,
nodding occasionally.�
�� I just
feel so terrible about what I�ve done,� she explained.� �I should have told you about Edric.� I know I�m unhappy with him, but he�s been
good to me in his way.� No amount of
dissatisfaction excuses what I�ve done.�
You must think me such a wretched, despicable girl.�� She broke off into sobs and turned her face
away in shame.
�� Kitsun
reached out and held her face in his hands, wiping her tears away with his
thumbs.� �Fiorella, I could never think
any such thing about you,� he said, gazing into her eyes.� �I love you.��
�� Although
this bit of information was certainly news to Fiorella, she was puzzled that it
did not shock or surprise her at all.�
She accepted it as perfectly natural and ordinary that Kitsun should love
her, though it still made her heart fill with a warmth that seemed to spread
immediately to her pelvis to hear him speak his love for her out loud.�
Kitsun kissed her lightly on the
nose and took his hands from her face.� �And
I think you are being rather harsh with yourself over this whole business with
your human lover,� he added with an odd smile, as he stroked her side, down the
curve of her waist and over the arch of her hip.� �After all, you are not the first of our race
to find it difficult to remain faithful to someone whose lifespan is but a
passing moment in ours.� Certainly such
an attachment may amuse you for a time, but how can a creature so different from
yourself hope to have a true connection with you?� It�s little wonder you have been so
dissatisfied.�
�� Fiorella admitted
to herself that she could see the sense in what Kitsun said.� She had been living so long in human lands,
among humans, even taking one as her lover, that she had begun trying to
conform to their lifestyle, which really was not very suitable to most night
elves.� Although many night elves did
eventually settle down with a single lover for an extended time, they did not
share the same taboos regarding sexual relationships as human cultures
did.� Night elves may actually be
considered promiscuous by most human standards, she thought.�
�� As if he
could read her thoughts, Kitsun turned his body to lie on his back with his
hands cradling his head and mused, �Of course it�s understandable that you
would try to fit in with humans and adopt their � habits, having been living amongst
them.� But I don�t think that sort of
lifestyle would make someone as passionate and lively as you very happy.��
Fiorella couldn�t help but notice
how well his new position showed off his body to advantage.� Her gaze wandered from the rounded muscles of
his broad chest to the delicate trail of hair that led lengthwise down his flat
stomach to his pelvis, where it spread into a thick forest of dark blue
curls.� There in the midst of the curly
forest was, as she was very pleased to assess, his rather generously
proportioned cock, which even as she watched began to darken and swell so that
it pointed proudly upward.� Fully erect
it was very thick indeed.� She could see
the veins appearing on its surface, an even darker blue against the bluish tint
of his skin.� As she looked away his eyes
caught hers with a mischievous glance that made little tendrils of heat flicker
in the crevice between her legs.
�� I suppose
what I really need is to learn to be a night elf again,� she sighed dreamily.�
�� He turned
towards her again and slid an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to
him.� Her nipples, suddenly hardened,
brushed against his chest; his erect cock pressed firmly against her belly.� He pressed his mouth to hers, opening her
lips to his with his tongue, thrusting it forcefully into her mouth.� She welcomed his intruding tongue eagerly,
sucking on it hungrily.� He withdrew from
kissing her and said playfully, �I may be able to help you there, a bit, but
you must promise to be a good student and do whatever you are told.� You must open yourself up to me entirely.�
�� Is it like
a game?� she giggled girlishly.
�� Mmhmm,� he
affirmed, kissing her lips as if he were sampling a ripe fruit.� �The best kind of game, and one I think you�ll
be very good at.� You seem practically
starved for fun.�
�� And where
did such a young druid learn so much?� she asked him teasingly.�
He winked at her and said, �You
must not remember much about your training if you need to ask me that.� We�ll have to remedy that.� Now, why don�t you start by showing me what
else you can do with those tasty lips?�
Fiorella needed no further
prompting.� She eagerly bent to plant a
trail of soft little kisses down his chest and stomach.� When she reached his pelvis she planted a
moist kiss right on the tip of his erect cock.�
She licked all around the entire length of his cock as he lightly petted
her back.� She cupped his testicles in
her hand, rolling them around gently, then took them one at a time into her
mouth and sucked on them.� Then she
opened her lips around the head of his cock, sliding it ever so gently into the
warmth and wetness of her mouth.� He
groaned softly as she circled the sensitive head with her tongue, rubbed her
tongue against the little ridge.� She
gripped the base of his cock firmly in her little hand and began to move her
lips up and down his cock, drawing it in and out of her mouth, mimicking the
motion of intercourse.�
His petting became firmer.� He began to caress her buttocks, taking
pleasure in their smooth roundness.� His
touch encouraged her, stirring her desire even further.� She could feel the juices of her pussy begin
to flow; soon they would be trickling down her thigh!� Nevertheless she was determined not to let
her mounting desire distract her.� She
continued to vigorously lick and suck his cock with unbridled enthusiasm.
Kitsun seemed well pleased by her
efforts, and gently tugged at her legs and waist, guiding her to kneel with her
pussy positioned directly in front of his face.�
He spread its lips apart with her fingers, observing its rich pink
color.� She moaned at his touch but did
not cease her attentions to his cock.�
Fiorella was almost embarrassed to have him peering so closely at her
most intimate places, but somehow it did not trouble her as much as she would
have thought.�
He inserted a finger into her pussy,
feeling its grip, feeling its wetness.�
He forced another finger into her, and her pussy opened up obligingly to
allow it.� He began to pump his fingers
in and out of her.� Daringly, he tilted
his head to probe the little opening of her ass with his tongue.� She was moaning consistently now; he felt the
vibrations of her little cries against his cock and delighted in the pleasure
of them.� He removed his fingers and
sucked on them, sampling the sweetness of her flavor. �
He rubbed his dampened fingers
against her ass, prodding and massaging it.�
She gasped sharply, but made no move to stop him.� He pressed a finger firmly against her ass
until it was embedded inside her.� She
took her mouth from his cock and turned to protest, but Kitsun was too quick
for her.� �No no,� he said, �Remember you
agreed to submit yourself entirely.� Do
you really want to forfeit the game before you�ve had your pleasure?��
Fiorella considered this for the
briefest of moments before dutifully returning her mouth to his cock.� Whatever this game was, she did not want to
lose it.� And after the initial surprise
of having her anus penetrated by his finger, it did not feel unpleasant.� In fact, she may have to admit to herself
that it was somewhat pleasurable.�
Much as she may have liked to think
her thoughts were a secret known only to herself, Kitsun grinned as he felt her
ass relax slightly around his finger and watched a trickle of liquid roll down
her thigh.� He knew perfectly well she
was learning to enjoy it, which is exactly what he had intended.� He began to lap at her pussy with his tongue,
occasionally teasing her clit with deft little strokes or lightly sucking on it
until it was swollen with her desire.� He
inserted another finger into her ass and licked and sucked her pussy as he felt
her grind her ass down onto his fingers.�
His cock had swollen until it felt
as hard as if it had been chiseled out of marble.� Kitsun was becoming heady with pleasure, as
one does with drink.� He was nearly intoxicated
with the pleasures of her mouth on his cock and the taste of her pussy�s
juices, slick on his face, and her ass squeezing his fingers.� He began to rock his pelvis up and down,
almost involuntarily, urgently thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth.�
Fiorella sucked intently on his
cock as he fucked her mouth.� She sensed
that he was near to his release and seemed to be trying to draw the burst of
fluid out of him with her sucking.� She
was soon rewarded for her efforts as he groaned and grasped her buttocks
tightly, sucking furiously on her clit; she felt the spasms of his cock as her
mouth was filled with his seed.�
She released his cock from her
mouth and lapped at it gently to clean it off.�
She expected it to be deflating, but it rebelled by staying just as
proudly erect as before.� Fiorella was
about to comment on this when Kitsun promptly took her breath away by flipping
her over so that she was laying on her back with her ankles in the air.� He knelt between her legs and teased her
pussy with the head of his cock, rubbing it against her swollen clit, sliding
it along her slick cleft until it was poised at the little opening, ready to
enter her.� She writhed and moaned,
feeling she could not bear the overwhelming desire between her legs.�
�Are you ready for your next
lesson?� he asked playfully, grinning at her.�
Fiorella moaned her affirmative response and tugged at his hips with her
hands, trying to pull him into her.� He
obliged her urgings and buried his cock entirely in her pussy in one swift
thrust.� She cried out at the sensation
of having her pussy so suddenly and completely filled.� It had been almost painful, but so
overwhelmingly pleasurable too.�
He held his cock there for a few
moments, allowing her pussy to grow accustomed to it, then began thrusting it
in and out of her with a steady motion.� His
thrusts were slow and gentle at first, then built up to a quicker pace, his
testicles lightly slapping against her ass.�
He leaned down over her, cradling her in his arms, her breasts pressed
to his chest, her legs hooked over his shoulders so that she was practically
bent in half.� She loved being enveloped
by him in this way; it was so comforting, so close.� She clung to him, rocked by his thrusts,
responding to them in kind with counterthrusts of her pelvis.� She buried her face in his chest and moaned
freely there.�
Fiorella felt her orgasm building
with each deep thrust of his cock into her pussy.� Her cries grew louder and more intense.� Then she heard him whisper in her ear, �Not
yet, my little darling, don�t release it just yet.� You�re not ready.��
Puzzled by this, but determined to
follow directions, she tried to hold her orgasm back from fulfillment. �He slowed his pace to make it easier for
her.� He grasped her hand and pulled it
between their bodies down to her pussy.�
He moved her fingers in a rubbing motion on her clit, indicating that
she should do so.� She began to rub her
clit obediently, and the mounting pleasure of it was almost unbearable.� She felt his cock rubbing and teasing her, touching
every part of her that wanted touching, filling her pussy with pleasure until
she felt she would burst.� She moaned and
whimpered insistently, frantically, pleading with him to give her the satisfaction
she needed so badly.� She felt as though
she would go mad if he would not.�
He let her carry on in this way for
a little time before seeming to take pity on her desperation.� �Alright, I think you may be ready now,� he
said.� He began thrusting his cock into
her with renewed vigor, quick and deep.�
She moaned and made her little cries as she felt her orgasm building in
her; she was nearly there.� He reached
around her leg with one arm, past the curve of her buttock to the opening of
her ass and thrust a finger into it.�
Suddenly she was adrift on an ocean of pleasure, the waves lapping at
her from all sides.� The waves of her
pleasure overwhelmed her and she was coming, convulsing with the force of her
orgasm, her pussy clenched tightly on his cock.�
She could feel him reach his release too, feel his cock�s spasms as its seed
burst inside her, and the sensation of it seemed to draw even more waves of
pleasure from her.� Finally the waves
subsided and she was left gasping and weak.�
�That was lovely,� Kitsun murmured
gently, caressing her affectionately.�
�Is that the end of my lessons?�
Fiorella asked, a little breathlessly.
�If you like,� he said.� �Though I was hoping we were just getting
started,� he added with a mischievous grin.
Fiorella grinned back as she
decided she liked his answer very much.�
Yes, she was going to get a lot of enjoyment from the night elf way of
life.
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