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Malachai Felspawn crouched on a pile of jutting rocks overlooking
the Circle of West Binding in the Arathi Highlands. Fire elementals guarded the ancient structure
and they moved in a seemingly random pattern, weaving in and out of the monolithic
standing stones. From what they were
guarding the circle was anyone’s guess; Malachai didn’t know. Hardly a soul ever ventured to Arathi
anymore. Anyway, he didn’t really care
what the elementals were guarding against, apart from the sarcasm factor.    It beat jerking off. Well, it beat jerking off in broad daylight,
anyway.
He’d spent the better part of the morning killing the
elementals, searching for enough of their essence to make some enchanted rogue’s
leather that would be far too low a level for him to wear but was a necessary part
of the journey he was required to take to become a master leatherworker. It was a pity he hadn’t completed his
profession training earlier in his career, when the fruits of his labour would
still have been of use to him. He was an optimist though. Eventually his profession training would
catch up to his class training and he’d be able to make some epic gear –
His thoughts were abruptly halted. Something
strange was happening in the Circle of West Binding, or more accurately, was
happening to one of the fire elementals in the circle.   The enormous creature had broken free of its
usual pattern of activity and went coursing aimlessly over the arid, rocky
terrain.    Just when it seemed it had
remembered its purpose, it spun around and careened haphazardly away from the
Circle again.    Strange green mist rose
in smoky tendrils from its fiery body and Malachai recognised the magic
immediately as that belonging to a warlock.
That explained the elemental’s erratic, fear induced behaviour.
Instinctively, Malachai vanished and scouted around the high
cliffs overlooking the Circle until he could see the offending caster; a human
woman. He sniggered softly. It was easy to see that she was barely
skilled enough to take on the fire elementals.
Perhaps she had a death wish? If
she did, he could help her with that.
In fact, he’d help her with it whether she had a death wish or not.
He crept stealthily down the sloping ground until he was
behind the woman but instead of immediately garrotting and eviscerating her, he
paused for some reason he couldn’t tell.
It was taking her a long time to kill the thing – for Malachai, it took
only a few strikes before he had a lifeless bundle of flames at his rotting
feet. Maybe he felt sorry for her,
alone, without any help and taking on creatures far superior to her. He admitted he had to admire that. Maybe he hesitated in killing her because the
thought of jerking off was fresh in his mind and the woman’s robes stretched
enticingly across her firm round buttocks every time she shot her wand at the
panicked elemental.
That sounded more like Malachai! Perhaps he should just relax and enjoy the
show. It didn’t seem that she’d be
finished any time soon. More than likely
her mana would run out long before she killed the elemental and then Malachai
would be spared the task of killing a member of the Alliance far too beneath
him to be considered an honourable kill.
In the meantime, he got to examine the shape of her buttocks and guess
at their consistency. No doubt they
would be firm.   Azerothians tended to do
a lot of running before they gathered enough money and skill for a mount. He’d bet she had nice legs too, firm and
toned and able to grip him tightly around the waist while he hammered -
Ah, but what was he thinking?   For the woman to wrap her legs around his
waist it would mean she willingly wanted him to fuck her senseless and
considering that his waist was just bone and he was fantasizing about a member
of the Alliance, he doubted any deed between them would be consensual.   He decided he could always rape her, after
all why not?   He thrust his jaw forward
while he contemplated the action and eventually decided against it.   She would scratch, no doubt, and bite and
the Shadow knew he couldn’t afford to spare any more of his flesh. He didn’t have a lot left and it wasn’t like
it would ever grow back if he lost it.   He’d been told he was remarkably well preserved
for one of the Forsaken and he wanted to keep it that way – at least until he’d
had his revenge on the Lich King. Like
all of the undead, the desire for revenge for what they had become burned deep
in his silent heart like one of the flaming elementals he’d been hunting. The only thing burning right then, though,
was his groin.
At last the warlock managed to kill the elemental, and
clearly only barely survived the encounter herself. She half sat, half fell onto a sparse grassy
patch and riffled around in her pack until she withdrew some cheese and a
bottle of water.   She must be nearly
dead, Malachai thought, and with no mana either.   He could probably blow on her; one blast of
his fetid breath would be enough to end her.
But he didn’t move.   He just sat
and watched her with increasing curiosity and a raging hard on. She had long black hair and was dressed in
the usual nondescript robes worn by those only just becoming adept at their
craft.   Despite her lacklustre robes, Malachai
could easily see her curves beneath, the swell of her ass and tits from a narrow
waist.   Just when he nearly made his
mind up to sap her and fuck her, she stood up and began chanting again.   Once more, one of the elementals peeled off
from its round and was sent mindless with fear away from the circle.
It was all Malachai could do not to groan.   It took the warlock so long to kill the
being that it was painful to watch.   The
battle raged on and if it hadn’t been for the woman’s choice ass, Malachai
would have killed her long before if only to put her out of her misery. What on Azeroth could possess her to take on
creatures she could only barely manage to kill – uh, correction, couldn’t kill
at all.   It seemed the warlock had
bitten off more than she could chew with her last target for she was now
running away from the Circle with an enraged, if barely living, fire elemental
hot on her tail!
Malachai laughed softly, only just managing to stifle his
mirth as she fled by him. He decided he
liked the warlock – or at least felt sorry for her – and he stepped out behind
her and felled the fire elemental with one blow.   Of course, in doing so he shed his
invisibility but it didn’t matter. The woman
was hardly a threat to him.   Ah, what a
dolt he was!   She may not be a threat to
him but he certainly was to her, even a blind woman would see that! She and her luscious ass had probably run half
way to Refuge point by now! He could
have kicked himself but hoping against hope, he still turned to look over his
shoulder. Maybe he’d get to watch her
ass as she was running away.
To his shock and amazement, the warlock wasn’t running.   She stood a safe distance away from him and
eyed him warily, clearly trying to establish whether or not he was going to
kill her.   Clearly he wasn’t, Malachai
thought, he’d stopped the elemental from burning her to a cinder.   He gave her a small, crooked smile and
sheathed his swords, raised his hands to indicate that he wasn’t going to
attack.   Almost as though she couldn’t believe her
luck, she gave him a hesitant smile in return and a small curtsey before she
rushed to the elementals remains and sifted through them.    The gesture tickled him. She was a pretty thing, her fair skin flushed
with life and warmth, and there she was, curtseying to him as though he were
gentry!
“Ah!” She exclaimed
and then she held up a small, smouldering coal.
“Ichbin thwort haz tu.”
Malachai chuckled. “I
can’t understand a word you are saying, but if you say so.”
The warlock smiled at him and slid the coal into her
pack. Then, she bounded to her feet and
took off down the slope toward the Circle again.
Malachai gaped after her.
“You aren’t going to try and kill more of them!”   The
warlock didn’t hear him and kept running.
He sprinted after her and grabbed her by the arm. “What in the hells are you doing? You barely escaped with your life just now.”
The warlock looked at him, afraid, but when she realised he
was scolding her and not about to kill her, she frowned impatiently and pulled
her arm from his hand, babbling something in the common tongue of humans.    Malachai could guess what she was saying,
something along the lines of ‘kindly fuck off’ he’d bet.
“Well I’m not helping you again!” He said to her back as she stomped
determinedly away from him.
What could she possibly want from the elementals so badly
that she was willing to risk her life? Then he remembered having to help his friend
when they were at about the same stage in their training as the human was. His friend was a warlock too, and had to
acquire a number of smouldering coals for Menara Voidreaver
to make him Enchanted Gold Bloodrobes.   If Malachai remembered correctly, they’d had
to kill hundreds of the elementals before they’d gathered enough coals. It was going to take this woman forever on
her own.
Before he could stop himself, he slid into stealth and moved
behind the elemental she’d already tagged.
A few slashes later, the creature was smouldering at his feet and a
grateful warlock was smiling begrudgingly at him through the smoke. He winked at her and she shook her head,
laughing softly.   He bowed low and then swept his arm toward
the elementals. She gave him a wary look
and hesitated, but then seemed to shrug mentally, pulling her wand out of her
belt.   She lined up an elemental and
sent a small bolt of purple shadow energy from her wand to strike the massive
flaming creature. The wand’s magic
wouldn’t have hurt it that much, but it was enough to get the creature’s
attention and that’s all she wanted.
Malachai vanished so that he could get behind the creature –
he may as well practice his technique, he decided, he was going to be here for
a while – and he sapped it before it reached the woman.   Again, it was short work until it was
dead.    This time, the woman’s smile had
a hint of relief in it as well as the previous grudging appreciation. Had she really thought he’d encourage her to
pull the elemental so he could abandon her?
And do what; laugh while she tried to kill it? He would never do something as underhanded as
that, at least, not to her anyway. It took
her so long to kill one elemental it was far too boring to watch no matter how
good her butt looked when it jiggled.
The pair resigned themselves to the arduous task and as the
day passed, Malachai had to admit that he’d enjoyed the woman’s company. Despite the differences in their spoken
language, the woman had proved to be a lot of fun. She laughed easily and often and the two of
them had found a way to understand each other through gestures and facial
expressions. Malachai didn’t know how
effective his expressions were because he didn’t have that much skin left to
move around, but the woman seemed to understand him well enough – even when she’d
caught him checking out her ass – more than once, too.   Instead of being sheepish at having been
caught red handed though, Malachai just grinned at her in what he hoped was an
endearing manner. It must have worked
because it made the woman laugh and shake her head.
At last it seemed she had enough for one day and she picked
up her pack, said a few words in that confusing language of hers that Malachai
knew he must have known once, before he became one of the undead, but had no
recollection of how to speak now.   So,
he just smiled and nodded, which earned him another delightful giggle. Then
to his surprise, the woman held out her hand to him and flicked her head
slightly as though to say ‘Come on’.
Malachai’ reached out to take hold of her hand and when he
touched her skin, his breath caught in his throat. She was so warm, her flesh so supple.   He’d been undead for so long he’d forgotten
what the living felt like.    He
collected himself, eventually. “Where
are we going?”
The woman led him to a small area lined with soft grass and
sheltered by jutting outcrops of volcanic rock that formed a kind of ceiling
less room around her small camp.   She
kicked the coals in her campfire and teased it to life again with a store of
twigs and dried leaves that she’d obviously gathered for that purpose. Within moments the fire was roaring and feeding
itself on the larger logs she placed therein.
Clearly, this was a woman used to roughing it in the wide open
spaces. Malachai found himself liking her more and more and for reasons other than
merely wanting to get into her pants.
She cooked raptor meat over the fire and offered him
some.   Malachai had no need for food and
if he did get hungry it was more likely that he’d eat her, rather than raptor, but
he didn’t want to disappoint her so he gratefully accepted.   He didn’t want to take a chance of cannibalizing
the delightful woman either, so he ate. Watching
her eat was another temptation in terms though.
Her long pink tongue snaked out and lapped at the juices dripping down
her wrist and Malachai found the sight was entirely entrancing. He was
grateful that his body had long lost the ability to produce moisture so he didn’t
actually drool.   Only on the
inside! Oh what it would feel like to
have that warm, wet muscle wrapped around his cock!
Perhaps the woman was wondering the same thing for when
Malachai finally managed to drag his eyes away from her lips, he met her eyes
and realised that not only had she been watching him for some time, but also
that her baby blues were smouldering with desire.   He swallowed hard and tried to think of
something witty to say, before realising that there was no point in him doing
so because she wouldn’t understand him anyway.
So, he said what he was really feeling.
“I’d really like to see your tits.”
His voice came out as little more than a growl and it seemed
to speak to the woman on a level far deeper than anything her conscious mind
could comprehend. She shuffled closer to Malachai until she was
kneeling over him and she slowly began to unfasten the buttons keeping her robe
closed.
“By the Dark Lady.”
Was all Malachai could manage as her robes parted and acre after acre of
creamy, smooth, living flesh was
revealed to him.   He had a hard time
resisting the urge to just feast on her.
“Malachai -” She murmured and ran the back of her fingers
down his cheek. She didn’t seem to care
that he had holes in his skin so large that most of the right side of his teeth
and jaw could be seen through them.
Nothing could prepare him for the sensation of soft, warm
lips being pressed against his, of that wet, pink tongue darting into his
mouth.   It felt as good as he imagined
it would. Better. He suckled it and felt his cold, dead flesh
absorb her warmth. It flowed liquidly
through his veins and heated the very extremities of his limbs.    He felt alive, and he wanted more; more of
her, more of the feeling that his heart might even begin to pump again of its
own accord. He wrapped his arms around
her and crushed her against his chest.
Again his mind was blown at how she felt, all softness and warmth, and
he kissed his way down her jaw until he could ravage her throat.
She arched her neck back to give him more room and taking
the invitation for what it was, he nuzzled her robes down over her shoulders
until her breasts were completely revealed to him. He growled his appreciation of them, big,
round and pliant. Her nipples were the
colour of coral and stood out like bullets.
He thrust his mouth over her left breast and swallowed as much of it as
he could, and then he slid off it again until only her hard nipple was resting
between his blunt teeth. He chewed it
gently, nipped it a little harder and encouraged by the whimper the woman let
out, he bit it again even harder still.
The warlock cried out and clutched frantically at his head,
gently and sometimes not so gently guiding his mouth to where she wanted it to
be. Now it seemed, she wanted his
attentions on her right breast so Malachai obliged. He was filled with inexplicable warmth that
only grew more and more intense the longer he held her pressed against
him.   Then there was the warmth in his
nether regions as well. His cock was
virtually burning a hole in his leathers.
He wanted to feel her between the legs, wanted to remember what a living
woman felt like, wrapped around his shaft.
He unfastened the rest of her robes and let them drop to the
ground. The warlock was straddling his
lap now, entirely naked, the reflection of the flames danced across her
skin. Malachai licked his lips and let
his eyes drink her in until he thought he would burst with the need to make her
his. He sucked her belly button and then
he kissed her way down to the apex of her thighs, effortlessly lifting her
until the soft black welcome patch of curls was directly before his hungering
mouth.
He inhaled deeply, revelling in the scent of her musk,
trying to prolong the moment for as long as he could. She mewled softly in frustration and jerked
her hips toward his face.    Unable to
resist any longer, Malachai buried his face in her cunt.   He laid her back on her robes and lifted her
knees to her chest so that he would have unhindered access to her core and then
he set about ravaging her. He stabbed
his tongue deep into her hole and lapped at her cervix until she cried out,
before he licked and kissed and sucked his way down to her asshole. Without pause he thrust his tongue deep into
her anus, again and again. His nose was buried
in her vagina, his nostrils filled with her juices but he didn’t stop. Never before had he been so grateful that as
an undead, he didn’t need to breath.
The warlock brazenly ground her dripping slit against his
face.   He licked his way up to her cunt
again and pried her lips wide open with his hands.   Her cream frothed on her wet flesh like
whitewash and deliriously, he rubbed his face against her, coating himself with
the stuff until she screamed and writhed beneath him and her cum dripped from
his bony chin.   He pistoned his tongue
in and out of her hole again, lapping up every last bit of her juices, not
willing to waste a single a drop.
Finally, he seemed sated, for the taste of her anyway, and he let her
lay back, quivering and twitching on her robes.
Her eyes were closed and she was panting, breathless, but
her legs lay limply open, her ravaged snatch spread wide and begging to be
filled with his cock. He quickly removed
his clothing and then kissed his way up her exhausted body, pausing at her
breasts to kiss them, and nibble them, but she was so drained that she could
barely manage the throaty whimper he’d first wrung from her by lavishing her
tits with attention.    She weakly buried
a hand in his Mohawk for encouragement but Malachai had other plans, mostly to
do with burying his straining meat deep in her soft, pliant cunt.
She groaned and angled her hips up when he pressed the head
of his penis against her hole. Her greedy
pussy sucked at the tip, quivered around it, enticing him to bury more of his
shaft inside her. He allowed it to suck
the head in completely and his groan matched hers. Without further ado he sank himself to the
balls inside her with one smooth, hard thrust.
She cried out when his cock slammed against her womb and pulled her
knees to his chest, opening herself wider.
Malachai was deeper in her cunt than he could have ever
imagined possible.   He slung her legs
over his shoulders and reached down underneath her until he could grab handfuls
of her buttocks. He squeezed them hard
and dug his fingers into her flesh in an effort to contain himself.   He was so close to cuming and he hadn’t even
really started. The woman just felt so
good; a warm wet heat wrapped around his dick that sent his mind reeling.
Once he had control of himself he began to fuck her, hard,
holding her even further open with his hands.
She cried out and he knew his cock was punching her painfully, deep
inside but he couldn’t stop. His sac
bounced on her ass and the sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh
resounded through the still night. He held
her pinned beneath him with is shoulders and panted frantically against her
cheek while he pounded his meat into her cunt again and again.   Then, her pussy began to clench and spasm
around his girth, sucking at him and trying to pull his cock deeper.   She screamed and arched beneath his weight
as much as she could and he was swallowed in a hot gush of slippery wet girl
cum.
Her ecstasy pushed him over the edge and he groaned loud and
long while he filled her with hot, creamy ropes of his seed.   For a while he didn’t think he was going to
stop cumming. He wouldn’t have cared if
he didn’t.   The warlock felt so good
beneath him, wrapped around him, he could have remained buried inside her for
the rest of eternity just as long as her pussy stayed so wet and kept clutching
at him the way it was. It wasn’t a practical
thought though and eventually, when he’d floated back down from the sky, he
wondered if he was squashing her.
He lifted reluctantly off her body and looked at her to see
if she was still breathing. She was. Her eyes were closed but she was smiling at
him in a way that made his cold heart skip a beat. Slowly, he pulled his cock from her snatch and
crouched between her legs so that he could watch his seed slide out.    She lifted herself weakly onto her elbows
and watched him quizzically, but didn’t seem to have the energy to stay there
for long and soon fell back onto her robes.
Malachai held her labia open with his fingers again and
watched her dripping snatch intently.   Her skin was slightly peachy, illuminated by his
glowing yellow eyes. It fascinated him, watching his creamy cum
slide from a woman’s hole, but it was taking a long time to come.   Maybe she had absorbed it? He couldn’t remember what the living did
anymore.   At last his pearly seed began
to flow out of her and he groaned his appreciation.   Then he did something he’d never done before
and he dragged his tongue up the length of her cunt again, gathering their
combined cum on his tongue and revelling in the salty taste.
She spread her legs wider and buried her hands lazily in his
Mohawk again but was too weak to grind against him. It didn’t matter. He was just cleaning her, lapping at the cum
oozing from her hole and licking at the cream gathered on her labia, and
matting her black pubes.    To his
pleasant surprise, she came weakly again and he stabbed his tongue deep into
her cunt so that he could feel it clench around him.   She
tasted and smelled delicious and before he knew it, his cock was at throbbing
hardness again.
He crawled up her body and slid himself torturously slowly
into her warm wet depths.    She sighed
beneath him and somehow found the energy to wrap her legs around his
waist. He fucked her leisurely, sucking
gently at her lips, her neck, and when he came her eyes fluttered dreamily open
and she looked up at him.   Then she froze.
“Malachai...” She
lifted a hand and ran her fingertips down over his cheek. “Ashtu me neiner!”
“What?” He said, only
half interested but something in her voice made him stop. “What is it?”
She pointed to his face and Malachai frowned, ran his
fingers over his jaw the way she had and what he felt left him breathless. The holes in his cheek were gone!   Not only that, but he had fingers as well,
rather than black talons.   He sat up and
felt his ribs – covered in flesh! His
hips were also clothed in skin, as were his elbows and knees – the blue grey of
the undead but skin none the less! He
could barely believe it. Somehow, his
rotting flesh had rejuvenated itself and he was whole again!

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