The Small Pleasures | By : JohnDowe Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6690 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The Small Pleasures
Writer’s Disclaimer/Note: And once again, I do not own anything here, Blizzard Games does. Some will likely consider that a blessing.
Writer’s Note 2: The full context of this story can be found in my (non-sex-of-the-hopefully-somewhat-acceptably-penned-quality-containing) Warcraft story Cold Comfort Castle, over on the old Fanfiction Dot Net. If you really don’t want to read a book to grasp all the small nuances of these little stories though, I’ll provide a brief synopsis before starting.
Writer’s Note 3: On the off chance someone thinks stuff like this is below me, go away. We all have our own particular tastes, and as long as you’re not hurting anyone, what does it matter? What? You want me to actually try (key word there being TRY) and pen some erotica/porn? Well, if you insist.
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Part 1: Craftsmanship
Zackel Wintersoul was a male human mage who erred in his assumptions. Rielle was a female Draenei warrior who also made an ass out of herself and Umption. The end result was the pair becoming trapped in a ruined castle of the former nation of Alterac, cut off from the world by a raging blizzard and unfortunate events that prevented any other means of escape. Thrown together with only each other for company (and having not exactly met on the best of terms), the pair ended up enduring far greater trials then being trapped in a snowstorm would suggest, as events of the past and present sought to dominate their future. A long, winding road eventually ended with all the dangers vanquished, and in the process, the pair, like so many before them, grew close, first as friends, and then, after all was said and done, something more. Now, on the last night before the storm ends, the two have finally confessed to the spark between them and moved to ignite it, Zackel having been drawn to the Draenei with a kiss and begun taking off her clothes…
And yet….Zackel couldn’t stop thinking.
Even with far stronger urges firing in his mind, as well as his inguen, even THEN…his brain just couldn’t turn itself off. Even as he felt Rielle’s lips against his own, and the softness of her breasts beneath his hands, the mage having opened her laced-undershirt as they lowered themselves down onto the furs…the thought kept popping up.
And so, somehow, he drew back.
“Rielle?”
“What?” The Draenei breathed, opening her eyes, mild confusion crossing over her highly attractive face. “What’s wrong?”
“Just one thought.”
“Can it be saved for later?” Rielle said. She was sometimes amazed that the mage she’d grown to know, and was about to be intimate with, had such rakish features sometimes. It didn’t really match his actions, viewpoints, or the way he went about things.
“I’d rather not. It’s for your sake.” Zackel said, trying to distract the draenei away from the risk he was taking, the moment on the verge of being spoiled. “I, uh…”
“Oh what, all those stories about Jasciona and stuff were bullshit? You’re really a virgin?”
“No, it’s just…well, you’re a draenei. I just wanted to know if there was anything I shouldn’t do.”
Rielle’s annoyance faded away, and she smiled softly, bringing her hands up to Zackel’s face and drawing him back down.
“Were you going to do something along the lines of punching me in the back of the head?”
“…what?” Zackel said.
“I’ll take that as a no. Otherwise…just treat me like any other woman, Zackel. That’s all.” Rielle said.
“…well, not every other woman…” Zackel said, bringing his hand to the side of Rielle’s head and the unique tendrils of flesh that the Draenei had. He’d remembered quite well the many warnings the Draenei had given, during their sparring not to touch them, the strands of flesh being sensitive. Zackel had a feeling that said warning didn’t apply to this kind of sparring, and gently ran his fingers over them. The light shudder that came from the draenei confirmed it, and the way she reared up and crushed her mouth back against his, her lips parting and her tongue darting into his own was enough to fully quiet all the remaining thoughts.
Bringing his other hand back to Rielle’s chest, Zackel traced his fingers across her left breast again, feeling the nipple stiffen and bud beneath his touch. The draenei actually had a decent-sized chest that she’d kept tightly strapped down, the fact that her bust was also somewhat sloped instead of perky aiding with that fact. Zackel didn’t much care about that fact; chest sizes were nice, but the mage’s pleasures lay elsewhere, Zackel meeting Rielle’s deep kiss fully as he tried to get her undershirt fully off. He was vaguely aware that Rielle was also undoing his shirt, which ended when Rielle lightly pushed him off her and sat up, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside.
“Rie-”
“Shhhhhh.” Rielle said, putting one finger to the mage’s lips while she brought her hand down to his pants.
“I just…”
“Quiet.” Rielle said, her skin flushed and her eyes alight with lust. A few quick gestures undid the mage’s belt, Rielle rising up into a crouch and kissing Zackel again, her undershirt falling away as she pressed her body against his. Zackel felt the draenei’s hand slide down into his pants and take hold of him, the firm grip almost causing him to wince.
“There we are.” Rielle said, breaking the embrace and sliding her head down, her hands removing Zackel’s pants as she did so. “Ah. Not a bad staff, mage.”
“I don’t have many comp-” Was all Zackel got out before Rielle took him into her mouth.
“Mmmmmm.” Rielle hummed, caressing the length of Zackel’s shaft with her tongue before she drew herself down its length, slowly and firmly. Zackel felt the warm, moist caress sent shockwaves through his body, the sensation radiating all the way up his spine, Rielle withdrew herself before taking the penis in her hand, running her tongue up its underside before teasing its throbbing head. Zackel’s attempted words came out in a small gasp instead, and the Draenei smiled and took the mage in her mouth again, tasting the flesh and stimulating it further.
“Rielle, gonna…!” Zackel managed to get out. Even as he spoke, Rielle felt the mage’s body clench, and she withdrew herself just before Zackel’s manhood erupted, the white liquid squirting out onto the furs behind her.
Cocking her head, Rielle settled down into a full crouch, cocking her head as Zackel gave one last orgasmic shudder before opening his eyes. The mischievous look the Draenei was giving him made him wince, putting one hand up against his head even as his cheeks and upper chest flushed a mild red.
“Sorry…”
“I thought I was somewhat good at those matters, but not THAT good.” Rielle said, glancing at the small mess. Leaning over, she picked up a spare rag from the bags of the pair and dabbed the mess up, putting it aside before turning back to the mage. “So. What was that about not being a virgin?”
“I’m not. I just haven’t had any sort of release for a while. Not to mention I’ve had a fair bit of temptation, and I never was one for wet dreams.” Zackel said. “…does that excuse sound as lame as it did coming out?”
“Lamer then what just came out.” Rielle said, leaning up and giving Zackel another peck on the lips. “But that’s okay. Considering what a failure I mostly thought of you as, this could be considered an improvement.”
“Rielle…”
“Relax, mage. I know that you can’t just will the blood down there and get back to work. You’ll need a bit.” Rielle said, before she ran her tongue lightly over the mage’s lips. Bracing herself on his shoulders, the draenei stood up, bringing her hands to her undergarments before sliding them down her legs.
“So, your turn.” Rielle said, holding up her undershorts before tossing them aside. As Zackel watched, Rielle knelt back down onto the furs before sliding down into a semi-lean, drawing her uniquely-arced legs apart and revealing herself fully to Zackel.
Zackel would never admit it to her face, but a tiny part of him was relieved that, in the end, the only difference between his past experiences with women, and now, was color; Rielle’s sex tinged a light blue against her dark-purple skin. The soft mound of flesh was hairless, though Zackel had no idea if that was natural or due to Rielle’s preferred hygiene. Zackel took it in for another second or two, before he fully removed his pants, discarding them as he moved in.
“…um, Rielle…”
“Oh no no no. No negotiations here, mage.” Rielle said, before her voice softened. “I trust you.”
“No, it’s just…I’m not very good at this.”
“You’re a great kisser. Just kiss me down there.”
“It’s not…I just feel my strength lies elsewhere.”
“What? Like how?”
“Well…” Zackel said, bringing a hand to Rielle’s center. He could feel the faint, dewy hint of arousal already there, which was somewhat comforting. “I’d just like to try…this first…”
Rielle felt the mage’s gentle touch against her, and she stiffened beneath it, tingles running down her legs. But, after a few seconds of faint pleasure, she realized the problem of those choice of words.
“Mmmm…Zackel this is nice but…it’s nothing I couldn’t do myself…”
“Really.” Zackel said, tracing the moist flesh a moment longer before his fingers settled on another, particular, realm. “How about this?”
The arcane energies surged down Zackel’s arm, and Rielle’s reply was cut off as the caress was combined with a jolt of lightning. The draenei gasped in both shock and felicity…
So Zackel did it again. Twice as hard.
The sudden eruption of bliss between the Draenei’s legs nearly caused her to slam her head on the ground, her fingers seizing onto the furs beneath her and both crushing and drawing the materials up, her only sounds a constant stream of gasping groans as Zackel increased the speed and pressure on her sex.
“Oh light…!…oh SWEET LIGHT…!” Rielle panted, before she surged up, nearly knocking Zackel flat onto her back before she stopped, back in a kneeling position as she took Zackel’s face between her hands and brought it back to her own, almost violently. Zackel felt the draenei’s breasts against his chest again, her rapid breathing and heartbeat alternately pressing and thrumming through his own body, and after a few seconds to adjust himself, he resumed his erotic caress, feeling his fingers growing wet as he did so…
“Don’t stop, oh Zackel, oh…!” Rielle panted after breaking the kiss, her nails digging into his shoulders. She’d been driven into this kind of sexual frenzy once or twice, but usually it took her partners considerably longer to find her groove. Zackel had seemingly accessed it without effort, and now he was bringing her up to the sweet peak before release. “Like that, just like-OHHHHHH!”
The orgasm slammed into the draenei like a dozen fists, the blows delivering pleasure instead of pain. She shuddered deeply as it echoed through her body, her grip beginning to loosen…
“Oh no…” Zackel whispered into her ear. “Not…just yet.”
Rielle felt the mage’s hand turn, and then the heat and dancing revelry came tearing back between her legs as he went back to work, lowering her back down onto the furs. Rielle opened her mouth to speak, and then found she couldn’t even breath, as she crested back up to the heights of her body’s joy before crashing back down, her mouth open in a silent cry. Her hands fell limply to her sides, and the draenei lay there for a bit, her eyes closed, taking short, sharp breaths as Zackel finally removed his own hand, slick with her arousal. He patted it on the furs before he adjusted himself, laying down partly beside the alien and partly above her.
“Now then…” Zackel said, admiring the alien’s flushed skin and the sheen of sweat that now glimmered on her naked form. “You said something about me not knowing what I was doing.”
“You…cheated…again….stupid…mage…” Rielle managed to breathe. “Used…magic…”
“Just at first. The rest was all my doing. And I’d say I did you quite well.” Zackel said. Rielle opened her eyes, mischief glinting through the glow of both the eyes and the wondrous release she’d just had, and she reached up a hand and flicked Zackel on the forehead. The mage blinked, glancing up at the blow.
“Figures. I leave you limp, and even that doesn’t excuse me from your mockery.”
“Don’t think you’re the first to make me come, mage. You just…jumped to the head of all my most recent experiences.” Rielle said, reaching up and bringing Zackel’s head back down to hers. Zackel forgot any offense he might have had, enjoying the Draenei’s lips and her teasing tongue for a bit before she drew back.
“I will admit, though, you’re definitely the best kisser.”
“I always enjoyed it. Seems like you do as well.”
“I…never really found anyone who responded to it like you.”
“Well…stimulating bodies, feeling the heat and wetness, that has its own, very striking appeal…but to kiss someone…well, in a true kiss, it speaks that none of that is needed. That you can share breaths, the very life of your other…and know that you could fully subsist on that. Until the end of time.”
“…wow. You really did make me come hard. I actually let you get all that bullshit out without telling you to cram its lovey-dovey crap where the son don’t shine. You got me into bed, mage, you don’t have to keep spouting it.”
“Would you rather I shove my finger into your mouth? I’ve heard that’s…popular in some circles.”
“Ever try that and I’ll carve YOU into a number of circles.” Rielle said, before closing her eyes. “…but I know you. You’re not a bullshitter. Just a hopeless romantic.”
“Not so hopeless.”
“Mmmm.” Rielle said, and kissed Zackel again before her hand drifted down his body and seized onto him. “Definitely not, mage. Looks like you figured out how to get this working again.”
“Do you want to…?”
“Yes.” Rielle said, drawing her hand back up and taking Zackel’s face with her hands again. “I spent so long beating you up and bashing your head against the wall…sometimes literally, at that…I want you to know I have softness in me, Zackel.”
“I know.”
“Not the deepest part…” Rielle said, sliding a leg up and drawing Zackel down. Zackel, trying to be as subtle as he could, make one last minor adjustment, The wet flesh teased the head of his manhood, and Zackel waited just a second before he entered.
What gripped him was the most unique heat he’d ever felt. He’d been mildly aware of it when he’d been stroking her, but feeling the alien’s body take his in his embrace brought it fully to the front. Not only soft and wet, it was also somehow…stimulating, like a very low key muscle-rub tincture that Zackel sometimes mixed up for injuries. The mage sucked air in through his teeth, and Rielle smiled beneath him.
“They all do that. We’re only almost the same, mage…and the difference merely makes it better.”
“Rielle…” Zackel said. It was very odd to have to mentally compel himself to draw back, to push back from that strange, fondling heat…but he had a feeling Rielle’s mood would sour if he just lay on top of her like a sack of potatoes. So Zackel did withdraw. He even managed to control his return, settling into long, slow thrusts, Rielle bringing her hands around his shoulders and drawing her head back, softly sighing. Zackel continued for several more seconds, before another new sensation occurred. Specifically, the sudden clutch of the draenei’s small but lithe tail, as it spun and wrapped around one of the mage’s upper legs.
“…that’s a first.” Zackel said. Rielle smirked.
“What’s wrong, mage? Not into the kinky stuff?”
“Well…let’s just say I’d rather experiment later.” Zackel said. Rielle just smiled again, before her legs came up and locked around the mage’s waist.
“Harder.”
Zackel listened, speeding up his thrusts, feeling his own personal heat beginning to gather. Rielle sighed with pleasure again and added her own motion, rolling her body beneath Zackel, adding another layer of touch to her embrace. Zackel grit his teeth, refusing to fall off the edge so easily a second time, and while reciting a list of Stormwind’s kings backwards in his head, in Dwarven, Zackel increased his own pace even more. Rielle’s soft gasps began growing ragged after ten seconds of doing so, Zackel feeling her grip in the pair’s now-entwined hands grow as fierce as her grip on his phallus.
“That’s ittttt…” Rielle rasped. “That’s…oh…that…!”
Zackel, this time, managed to somewhat anticipate the draenei’s movements. Somewhat, as Rielle did not just push Zackel upward, she actually semi-carried him back several feet before his back hit the wall. Zackel was barely aware of said cold rock against his back or knees, though, as Rielle had not released him from the grip of her hands or herself, lowering herself both down and against Zackel’s body as she pressed down on him. Zackel adjusted his position, bringing his hands behind Rielle and bracing her as she wrapped her legs around him again, and once he was settled he matched her movement with his own, feeling the heat within him beginning to intertwine with the pressure…
“Give it up, mage…!” Rielle said, strands of black hair having come loose from the bangs around her horns, her eyes glowing with intense arousal.
“How…about…NO.” Zackel said, and thrust up as hard as he could.
“You…think that…oh…!” Rielle said. “You, oh light…OH ZACKEL…!”
The mage felt the draenei clench so tightly around him that he briefly feared dismemberment, and then he felt the liquid flowing down onto him. A moment later he finally lost his own control, Rielle softly gasping into his ear as she felt it in turn.
“…I told you to…stop cheating…!”
“…no.” Zackel said, feeling the Draenei grow limp against him, the last few shuddering jerks of her final orgasm echoing through his body. He was vaguely aware of how uncomfortable his position was without the throes of passion to overwrite it, and just how difficult it was to hold up the Draenei without adrenaline and lust coursing through his veins.
“…Zackel…” Rielle said, drawing in one for one final kiss. Zackel felt the Draenei’s lips and body against him, and he absorbed it one last time, one final savory morsel of the majestic whole. All the troubles he’d gone through in this accursed castle, the pain he’d felt, the agonies of the body and the mind, the fear of death and of too many stripes of loss…it had been worth it.
Some great things could be crafted through great trial.
Zackel felt the Draenei slip off his softening member, even as she broke the final kiss, briefly resting her coiled horns against his forehead before lying back down onto the furs by the fire. The mage let out a long, slow breath, rolling his shoulders before he moved forward himself, getting off the cold stone and back onto the furs before his legs revolted at their position.
“…mmmmmmm…Zackel. Be honest. Tell me it will always be that good.” Rielle said, her eyes closed.
“…well. Since you said to be honest…I do believe I happened to get everything right. This time.” Zackel said. Rielle opened her eyes before propping herself up. “So…next time and the times after that…well…maybe not THAT good…”
“Ugh. Figures. Well, in that case, I did all the work on my last orgasm.”
“Liar.” Zackel said. Rielle grabbed for the mage, Zackel scooting out of her grip before she chuckled softly.
“Come here.” Rielle said, drawing Zackel in and down to her. “You’re right. I don’t demand perfection. Because you already try. And THAT is good…” Rielle said.
“…Better then everyone else?”
“No.” Rielle said, before poking Zackel on the nose. The mage rolled his eyes. “But we’ll work on that.”
“I’ll make you scream next time.”
“Promises, promises.” Rielle said, and drew the mage to her lips once more.
Despite it all…something had lacked. Something Zackel was only vaguely aware of.
One last trial had remained.
Once it was gone, after time had passed, when a castle had been traded for an inn and furs for a proper bed, after more intense passion and joy…
One last, new thing.
“I love you.”
And with that, the craft was done.
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Postscript Note: Yeah, I’m a romantic sap. Sue me. It’s why I do things like avoid using sexual slang terms; I find them jarring. Trying to avoid purple prose too, but pobody’s nerfect.
Anyway, I probably have a few more ‘indulgences’ (read: lemons) tucked away in my head to be penned when the mood strikes me. See you then, hopefully-constant reader. Oh yes, and feel free to read my non-porn stories on FF Dot Net.
Rielle: And I thought I was shameless in this thing.
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