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Turn For the Best	By : corruptflame Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 2398 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Turn For the Best
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Eular pulled a strand of teal hair out of his braid and twirled it. A week. It had been a week since he'd had any business, and the house mistress was not happy. He'd warned her not to make the duchess' appointment, but Mistress Kayrel never listened.

With a sigh the ashen skinned night elf sank deeper into the receiving room cushions, smiling at each girl who passed. None smiled back, hurrying themselves along. They'd heard the rumors of his 'soft constitution'.

Like the employees with a menstrual cycle, he received a week off each month to relax. It was part of the employment contract. Mistress Kayrel made the duchess' appointment in the middle of that week, knowing he spent that time meditating and reconnecting with the Light. Perhaps Mistress Kayrel didn't like him on a personal level.

The sound of hoof steps brought him back to reality and Eular sat up, smiling at the female draenei who entered. The elf was stuck greeting until he got work. This one was not a regular, so he stood and started the spiel. "Welcome to the Laughing Lily. It's not just sex: it's an experience. Are you looking for something special this evening?"

She dressed in fine white and blue garments which blended with the dark violet of her horns to bring out the light tones of her face. The garments were masculine in cut, and she wore no enhancements. While odd, what stuck out were her eyes.

Like the night elves, draenei eyes glowed, usually a cerulean or similar hue. This one had eyes like the artic wastes of Northrend. Despite himself, Eular shivered.

"I was," she paused to look around, licking her lips. "I was told this place serves females. I am in need of companionship." She felt distant, where most women were curious. Her muscles tensed, posture stiff and rigid. Cold. Before him stood one of the damned, a death knight who once knew the Light.

"Of course," he offered his arm. "Would you like a drink? What kind of companionship you seek?"

She walked beside him but did not accept his arm. Eular lead her to the alcove just off the receiving room containing the bar. "Yes. Male."

"All right. Do you have a preference, perhaps for horns?" She stiffened, staring at him silently. "Ears then?" Eular wiggled his own long ears before calling for two of the house brews. "Let's make your first time perfect," he purred, sliding one glass to her and taking a seat on the stool.

The draenei pursed her lips and joined him with a nod. "No humans. No gnomes."

"We have a strapping young dwarf on staff -"

"No," she took a sip, careful not to get the foam on her lips, "not opposed, just not my preference."

The front doors slammed open and Eular gave a cursory glance. Seeing a group of paladins in training, he smiled back at the draenei. "My name is Eular. I'm more than happy to assist you myself." Up yours, Mistress Kayrel. The draenei's lips pulled tight, almost smiling when one of the paladins hooted loudly.

"Ladies! We have arrived!" The young men walked to the bar, making their orders. The draenei's lips smoothed into a tense line. "Well, look at this, we've got a horny little filly already drinking her liquid courage!" Before Eular could stop him the young human slid an arm around the draenei's shoulders.

Eular had not seen someone move so fast. The draenei pinned the human against the bar, cheek smashed into the counter. "Don't touch me," she growled over the last word, blood rising in her voice. She released him and took a step back into a stance, hissing. "Paladin."

"That was educational," Eular stepped in between them as the paladins came to their brother's aid. "Remember to find the Laughing Lily sigil on staff members' clothing before groping, boys. Miss," he growled to the draenei and motioned towards the stairs. With a glare she complied, walking with him.

"Do you dislike priests as well?" He led the way to his room.

She shrugged, looking at the tapestries as they walked. "No."

Opening the door the elf watched her walk in. Still tense, Eular also sensed pain and anger. Following an instinct, he shut the door and straightened his shoulders, brushing past her to the armoir. "Good. Take off your clothes," he growled softer, opening one side to retrieve a length of red rope.

She did not hesitate. Within a minute the draenei faced him, completely nude, hooves shoulder width apart with a hand on her hip. Eular felt a shiver of glee. "Very nice. Hands in front. Good," he started binding her wrists. How long had it been since he'd played dominant?

Too long.

She stood straight and silent, cheeks darkening while her nipples hardened. Eular smelled her arousal. Finishing the knot, he walked around her. She lifted her chin and stuck her chest out.

Eular gave her ample rear and long tail a caress. Usually price was discussed ahead of time, but he didn't want to break her immersion. "Your name," he commanded, slapping her rear sharply.

___

"Zaznoba." Her muscles trembled despite her strength, a soft tingle starting in her nether lips. She had not expected the night elf, this Eular, to sway her. Downstairs he'd been playful and typically handsome, until she'd pancaked the paladin. His sudden edge thrilled her.

"That is a beautiful name." His scent, that of moonlit wilds and cathedral incense, drew her further in. Cupping her chin, Eular forced her back until her heels hit the bedframe. Moving his fingers just below her collar bone, his eyes wandered her naked skin.

"Down." Zaznoba landed on her rear, tail tucked, Eular showing his canines with a grin.

Tilting her head, Zaznoba exposed her neck. He laughed, the green silk half-robe sliding off his shoulders and onto the floor. The hard contours of muscle above his belt made her tremble, thighs aching when he arched above her. Pinning her arms above her head, Eular nipped her chest before sucking one of her nipples.

One hand moved down to the base of a horn, massaging her scalp and tracing the ridges. Whimpering, Zaznoba tried to hide her face in her arm. "This shouldn't hurt," Eular's teeth pressed against her neck, his fingers parting the swollen lips around her clit before touching it.

Like a shock of electricity, pleasure and pain jolted her body. "Wait," she panted, the muscles in her hooves still tingling. "Too much."

The soft golden glow of his eyes lingering as his fingers moved down. A single finger slid over her entrance, and Zaznoba relaxed again. Just gentle enough, the finger traced her lips.

Her body opened, subtle vibrations thrumming to life beneath her skin. For the first time in years, Zaznoba saw her runes glow. The necromancer who raised her was obsessed with replicating living beauty: her body and voice were exactly as before, except in states of high arousal. Beneath armor, the runes glowed without audience.

"Ah ha, a light show." Eular chuckled, pressing the finger in with care. Another energy pressed in with his finger, familiar from before her fall. Warmth turned to heat as it spread through her body, edging on searing. "Perfect," the heat subsided, "no maladies."

Sucking in a breath, Zaznoba struggled against her bonds. A growl shifted her attention, locking eyes with Eular. His finger pressed deeper, thumb rubbing around her clit without touching it.

"I like it when you struggle." The tensity in his voice made her hips buck. "But if you can't take it, simply give the word."

Hips bucking again, Zaznoba moaned when his fingers found the right spots. Ingrained memories threatened her grip on reality. The draenei fought them, focusing on Eular's handsome face. His strong nose, perfect lips, and well-trimmed beard.

Closing her legs around his torso, Zaznoba bit her lip. Just when she expected the sensitivity to ebb, she came. Mind shutting down, the draenei only knew the tingling, pulsing sensation between her legs. It felt good, satisfying, and it had not been enough. She became aware with a soft hum, Eular's face close to hers.

A tiny flash of light from one of his fingers pressed against her lip, and she felt the flesh knit together. "Usually women bite me, not themselves."

He stood, leaving her bound on the bed, walking casually to the wall on the opposite side of the bed. Rinsing his hands in an ornate wash tub beneath the window, Eular dried them before turning to face her. "I won't charge you for the preview."

Zaznoba watched the front of his trousers while he spoke, wrists pressing against the rope. She could smell his sex from here, and the bulge did not disappoint. "I didn't come here for a taste."

"I know." Stepping closer, Eular worked the buttons of his fly open. The strength of his scent overwhelmed her, fingers curling tight, mouth opening with a pant. "Keep flicking that tongue at me and you'll get one anyways." Reaching in, his hand pulled out a hard cock out of her reach.

Rolling over to pull herself across the sheets, Zaznoba crooned softly as she touched the firm flesh. His hand pulled away as she traced the veins, holding the base so she could cup his balls. The scent of the wild became stronger. From behind her ears the prehensile tendrils her kind were born with unfurled, wrapping around the head.

His strong hands gripped her rear, one on each cheek, pulling until she shifted onto her knees and arched her back. One hand rubbed the base of Zaznoba's tail, sending a twitch through her muscles. The other smoothed over her butt cheek, finding her entrance again.

Instead Eular moved past it, finding her clit to rub around it. Swallowing hard, Zaznoba pressed her face against the sheets, tendrils brushing away from his tempting cock as her rear lifted closer.

Slipping over her clit, Eular chuckled when she moaned, biting into the sheets. Dragging his fingers over her slippery lips, they moved back to rub in earnest. Her hands moved to his thighs, gripping tightly as he brought her to the edge again.

Less potent and still welcome, Zaznoba came again. Whining into the sheets, her muscles tensed to keep from bucking holes into the sheets with her hooves. The pleasure washed over her in gentle waves, relaxing once Eular pulled his fingers away.

Shifting onto her elbows again, her tendrils wrapped around his shaft as her nails dragged down Eular's thighs. Flicking her tongue along the head, Zaznoba wrapped her lips around his cock and moaned.

"No biting," he warned, hips twitching when she started to suck.

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Gripping both sides of her rear tightly, Eular nearly swayed when she managed his length down her throat. The runes on her body started glowing again, especially those on her slick nether lips. He let the sensations rule him, hardening more when her tongue touched all the right spots.

She felt amazing. Practiced. "Stop," he panted, pulling away to step out of his trousers. Zaznoba's brows pushed together, little tendrils reaching out along with her tongue with a disappointed moan.

Biting his lip and clicking his tongue, the elf considered the draenei for a moment. Begging and wanting, she looked adorable. A smile twitched on his lips as Eular reached out, pushing Zaznoba onto her side. He laughed when she squealed, reaching over her to grip her hips and turn her around.

Hands pulling to her face, Zaznoba hid behind the bonds and peeked out at him. Her knees trembled when Eular pushed them apart, pressing the tip of his cock in slowly. Relaxing again, the draenei closed her knees around his hips, pulling him in. He'd miscalculated how ready she was.

Planting a hand on either side of her waist, Eular thrust rhythmically. Slick, smooth, but still tight, the elf let out a sigh and centered himself to keep from coming.

It wouldn't do to have ones about his 'sense of timing' floating around next.

Balancing on one hand, he drew the other along her side and up to her breast. Reaching beneath her arm and drawing a thumb over her nipple, Eular shivered when she moaned. It was cut short when she came again, legs firmly holding him in place as her hips bucked and drew his cock further in.

Eular waited until it stopped, sliding his hands further down to keep her hips in place. "I'm gonna come in you," he arched above her with another thrust, hips rolling evenly.

Zaznoba opened her mouth, only a whimper and a slick of saliva dribbling out. Gripping her hips, Eular balanced himself and thrust harder. Every soft slam earned him incoherent praise growing louder by the second. It felt good to hear it after a week of bullshit: a good honest review the other patrons could hear.

Her arms stretched above her head, breasts bouncing and nipples hardening. The draenei's body started trembling again. Slipping his hands across the soft sheets to grip Zaznoba's shoulders, Eular pressed close to bite her neck.

She froze in place, his back arching to ram their hips together. Even when her face rolled away to give him best access to her neck, her cries almost deafened Eular. It was worth it. They came together, his hips twitching involuntarily as her muscles pulled him in.

The elf returned to awareness against her neck, Zaznoba's chin resting on his head. Pushing himself away, Eular ran his fingers through her loose hair before untying the knot and loosing her wrists. "I'll draw a bath." A strained mumble answered him.

He whistled a catchy tune, walking into the adjoined bathroom to pump the water into the tub and start the warmer. Washing his hands in the small tub on the way out, he turned to the draenei while drying them. She lay still on the bed, breathing and staring into the distance. "Everything all right?"

A couple more breaths passed before she sat up, slowly, supporting herself with thick trembling arms. "Yes. Do you," she paused to take another breath. "Do you have a retainer?"

Eular's cheeks flushed. They'd neglected to discuss price initially, but he had not expected her to bring it up. "I," he paused. "I wouldn't be on retainer for this session, of course. You'll be expected to pay for services rendered, but we could discuss it. After a bath." Closing his hands around her chin, he kissed Zaznoba's forehead.

Thankful for the ego boost, Eular would have been happy to accept no payment, but the talk of buying out his retainer put a bounce in his step. Mistress Kayrel could kiss his ashen ass.
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