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Of scars and stripes	By : Rothrashaan Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3429 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from World of Warcraft, but some of the OC's are intellectually my own. There is no profit earned by or from this piece of writing.

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A/N: Just an excerpt for the time being. Hope you enjoy either way.

“Ya best not be teasin' me, Half-Stripe.” His warning was gentle, but thick from years of unfulfilled tension. She took a sidelong glance into his honey colored eyes, two gleaming orbs that burned as hot and inviting as coals from the hearth, his brow twisted with restraint.
His heat pushed and pulled at her her fingers, drawing them closer until they tentatively flirted with the rounds of his girth. As strained as they were, they paled in comparison to his halberd-like shaft. The cloth was starting to dampen under the heat of his arousal, giving off a faint musk that she remembered only too well.
Unfortunately, the chairs in this particular room were not meant to seat one so tall and broad as a troll. He had to wiggle his hips into a position that would support his frame, yet give her ample access to his engorged nethers. Her fingers rode his heaving length until need finally triumphed over concern, gangly limbs twisting every which way as he tipped the chair back and barred his forearm against the pockmarked disaster of a wall.

Splinters dug into his flesh, boards creaked and groaned with many an obscenity, but they did not snap under his weight.
Adept fingers slid along his hardened sheath, enthralled by changes that had set in after so many years. With the extra clothing separating skin from moistened skin, her fingers could not grasp his fullness, a fact that seemed to deeply agitate the great troll.

It agitated her, too. They had never touched one another. At least, not any more intimately than she did now. Age, and her standing within the Horde, kept them from being any more adventurous.
Things were different now. Not perfect, for she was still a Worgen, and he a troll. But, she was a member of the Horde, officially adopted by the Shu'Halo, daughter to Ilsen Bloodrunner.
She stopped at his bulbous tip, kneading the fleshy mound between her fingertips while she listened to the low, heady rasp of her companion. This, she thought, has been earned.

Hands picked at the drawstring that kept him confined, yanking and tearing at the knot until the thread fell away from his bulging loins. She hooked her fingers over the lip of his pants, anticipation buzzing through her head like a hive of angry bees while her own nethers grew heavy with need.
He arched his hips as she tugged the garments past the base of his shaft, which bobbed in time to his racing pulse as it tasted the heavy air that permeated the room.

Flesh finally met flesh. Smooth, soft, slightly damp from its prolonged confinement, yet firm with just a touch of give when she squeezed, he seemed to vibrate under her touch. The tip dribbled with a clear fluid that was slick under her fingers, which she slowly worked over the rest of the head.
Vek'nas brought the chair back onto its legs before he brushed her hand away, not so much as glancing at her while he stood up from the table and moved their empty drinks to its opposite end.
For a moment, Prideth thought he'd had a change of heart. Her doubts vanished once he started to remove the rest of his garments, placing his clothes on the table as he stood before her, wet with desire.
Before he could sit down, she drew herself closer and cupped his firm sacs in her hand, which were even softer than the rest of him. Closer still, she kissed a path down his abdomen that stopped just above his throbbing member.
Tempting though it was, she settled for the soft crevice of his sac, brushing against him feather light before letting her tongue trace the natural lines of his rounds. He shifted his leg to give her better access, muscles unsure of whether to clench or relax under her touch. Perhaps he was growing impatient? The more she lingered the more obvious it became. It suited her just as well, since she too was starting to ache in places that she had never expected to.
She pressed her lips against the base of his thickness, moving her way up to the glistening tip that peaked before her. Fist, she grazed her lips against it, letting it linger on the lower until she went back to plant a soft kiss. Then, for the first time, she tasted him.
“Ya' an evil woman ta' be torturin' me like dis...” His voice trembled as he spoke. A low, pleading groan rippled throughout his body as she took him in her mouth, she could even feel as it vibrate through his thickness while she gently sucked at his flesh.
It wasn't long before he'd had enough, pulling at her shoulders as she reluctantly stood to meet him, a hand cupping the side of her face before capturing her in a firey kiss. His tusks teased her cheek while he grasped her around the waist, hoisting her onto the table ledge and pressing his thickness between her. It filled their kisses with even more urgency, yet he still shifted his hold to grasp her bottom and further crush himself against her.
His heat, coupled with her own, made her clothes unbearable. She could smell her own arousal now.No doubt he did too.
Now it was his turn to start fussing with exterior garments, though his movements were carried out with haste as opposed to her deliberate pace. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he jerked the garments from her waist, once the difficult part was over he slowed his movements while he pulled them away from the rest of her legs, ducking out of her grasp as he finished pulling the last piece of cloth free of her ankle.
Hands slid up her outer thighs as he crouched below her, slowly rising until he was level with the table ledge and could pull her to its very edge. He further parted her legs as she grew even hotter from his nearness, his warm breath making her tense against the table, her nethers wet with anticipation and a want for his touch.
A thick finger probed at her folds, stroking them slowly as he parted them like delicate petals. He fingered the wet center diligently, pushing against her entrance but never letting himself penetrate as he fondled her slit. She couldn't help spreading herself for him, now knowing what she had put him through with her teasing, hoping he would be kinder than she had been.
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