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Abducted Hope	By : Quicksilver.Maiden Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 27552 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He tightened his hold on her as much as he dared, knowing she still had scabs and bruises almost everywhere.
“So, should we see if the people in this grove can get us to Ratchet?” she asked, gesturing at the vegetation around them. The kodo had wandered through the trees, unguided, as they conversed.
“I’ll have to return the kodo if we do that, but yes. It will make getting to the barrens much easier, and we’ll be safer there.”
“Should we return the kodo now, and walk back?”
“No,” he was speaking quietly with his nose buried in her long, black hair. “I’ll take you to the grove, and buy you a room while I do that.”
“But…”
“Shh, Saerah. I can move a lot faster than you, without a mount. I’ll be back in a few days, and then we’ll go find your brother. You can stay with him until I am prepared to come back from Mulgore.”
Saerah hugged him fiercely, the links of his chain mail leaving little indented ridges on her bare arms.
“I’ll miss you every minute, you know.”
He lipped her neck, and she drew breath sharply, leaning her head back and baring her throat to him subconsciously.
His hot breath ghosted over her chilled skin and his prehensile tongue snaked out to trace the shell of her ear. She whispered his name, and her voice held a quiet, breathy moan. He responded by moving his right hand down her back until he held her buttocks firmly in his grip. He gave a little squeeze and said, “Are you sure about this, Saerah? You’ll be an outcast for the rest of your life, if you choose me.”
“I want you, Teng. I don’t care how far we have to go to find a place we can be, I want you. You’re the only man, the only Bull, I’ve ever cared for. I don’t care what anyone says. My parents will either accept it, or they’ll disown me. Either way, I’ll probably never see them again.”
Uktengga’s left arm was around her shoulders, and he squeezed her gently as he lipped her neck, her throat, her jaw, and up to her ear lobe.
“Should we make a camp for the day?” Saerah asked in a whisper as he took her ear into his large, warm mouth and suckeled. He hummed against her skin non-committally.
“Much as that idea appeals to me, I think you should heal for a few more days before we do that. You haven’t had a break since that first time…” his voice trailed off and she saw shadows of pain flicker behind his eyes.
“Don’t you dare,” whispered Saerah. “Don’t you dare blame yourself for anything that happened in there.” Tears had started again in her eyes.
Uktengga let out a frustrated noise, still obviously wrestling with the idea of her acceptance. “I raped you, hurt you, bit you, and still you want me? Why, Saerah?”
“Because it wasn’t your fault!” she nearly shouted. “And because, because you cared. No one has ever been so gentle with me. I’m not considered very feminine among humans… I’ve always been told I’m too plain, too tall, too determined to be pretty, but when I tried to accept that and go for warrior training they said I was too slight, and put me into a hunter’s role. No man ever wanted me, and I never really wanted any of them. I want someone I can sit next to and not feel like I have to prove myself, or like I’m being measured and found lacking. I found those things with you, Uktengga, and I don’t want anyone else.”
As she spoke, Uktengga’s eyes told her how much her words moved his soul, and when she told him she wanted him with fierce love burning on her upturned face he threw his doubts to the wind and pressed his lips to hers once more. He brushed the velvety skin of his nose across her jaw, down her neck. His lips caressed her skin, and one of her hands took hold of the fur just behind his ear.
The kodo beneath them lurched as the fallen log it had tried to step on crumbled beneath it. Uktengga leaned Saerah back over his left arm as he reached forward with his right and reclaimed the reigns.
“I think you’re right about a camp. Let’s look for a moment and find something relatively private.”
Saerah looked around, unable to see anyone, and said so.
“Night Elves have concealment magics far beyond my abilities to see, as do druids or rogues of any race. We’ll need to be careful, especially in groves like this one.”
Saerah felt suddenly inadequate, realizing that he had ten times more experience in the real world than she did.
“Don’t worry, it won’t take too long, and we can eat as well, once we’ve found a spot,” said Uktengga, mistaking her reaction.
Uktengga steered the kodo to a part of the forest where the trees were sparse, and the brush and tall grasses were plentiful. He found several tall bushes growing close together, and pulled on several branches, weaving them into a blind that completely shielded them from view but for a small opening, across which he caused the kodo to rest. He uprooted several plants from the middle of the area he had created, and then spread their bedrolls on the ground, and then started to build a fire on the far side of her blankets.
As he was clearing the fire’s bed of all traces of vegetation, Saerah came up next to him, put her hand on his shoulder, hesitated, and then kissed the top of his muzzle. “Don’t you think that could wait?” she asked softly.
Uktengga smiled wryly at her comment. He turned to her without rising from his knee, and locked her eyes with his, his hands on her shoulders.
“You’re not the least bit nervous to lay with me?”
Saerah bit her lip, fighting the urge to look down as she tried to form a response.
Uktengga’s right forefinger ran from her temple to her lips, shushing her silently as she opened her mouth.
“That’s what I thought. You’re scared.”
“I am not scared of you!” she said defensively.
“I don’t think you’re scared of me. I think you’re scared of what you’re asking for.”
Saerah’s mouth dropped open in preparation for speech, but her breath shuddered hard as it drew in, and came back out as a quiet sob, and she buried her face against Uktengga’s neck.
“Don’t push too far, too fast, Saerah. I’ll still be with you when you’re ready for me. And, if you decide to,” he swallowed, “choose another, I’ll…”
“No!” Saerah jerked back, looking in his eyes and placing her hands on either side of his jaws. “I want you, Uktengga. I want you so badly my heart hurts whenever you’re out of my sight. I’m just… oh, I am scared of it,” she buried her face against him, and he almost missed the rest of her statement. “It hurt so badly, every time, and I know it’s not supposed to but…”
Uktengga gently shushed her. “It’s fine, I understand now, I think. Have you ever known pleasure, Saerah? Did you ever explore yourself, to see what pleased you?”
Saerah blushed against his soft fur. “I… I used to like to run my hands up and down my sides. I would close my eyes, and imagine that someone would hold me, close and tight and safe, but… I don’t think that’s the same.”
Uktengga began stroking her back slowly with one hand, the other holding her close.
“I could give you that without ever joining with you, Saerah. If you do want more, we could explore and please each other without taking it farther. It’s not all or nothing, as far as sex is concerned, especially in our situation. Most couples explore slowly for months or sometimes even years before they take that final step. Would that help?” He pulled back and looked down at her face.
Saerah didn’t answer, but relaxed in his embrace, leaning her weight against his solid bulk.
Uktengga shifted slightly, pulling Saerah off her feet and onto his left knee, his right still on the ground. He kissed the underside of her jaw, then ran his tongue around the shell of her ear. She was shivering, and her breath hitched.
“I won’t hurt you Saerah, and I won’t go farther than you’re comfortable with going.”
“Don’t say that, Teng. I want to lay with you. I love you…”
“But you don’t have to do that so soon…”
“I can’t wait anymore,” tears welled in her eyes, and he could tell she was holding them back with all her might. “Every day I wait, I fear it more. Every time I think it’s going to happen, and then it doesn’t, I… I’m always more nervous the next time. I’m growing more and more afraid and I don’t want to fear it any more! All sex has ever given me is pain, Teng, and I don’t want ti to be all I’ll ever get. I don’t want to grow so afraid that I won’t be able to go through with it!” She clung valiantly to her tears, her breath stuttering with the effort, until she saw one slide from his eye and down into his fur. Then she buried her face in his neck and wept, letting her fear and pain and anger and sorrow flow out of her in wave after wave of powerful sobs, and he grieved both with her and for what he had done to her. The sun crept along its path, marking time though neither of them noticed.
“Lie down next to me, Saerah, and we will walk the road of healing together,” came his voice, still thick with tears.
She slid from his knee, and he stood, divesting himself of his armour until only his loincloth and tunic remained. The air in the grove was slightly warmer than that by the sea, but only slightly.
“Come to me, Saerah,” his voice was a gentle invitation, and his palms faced out, his arms slightly raised.
Saerah threw off her cape and boots, and jumped into his arms. He swept her upwards and held her against him, his breath ghosting over her bare shoulder as he held her close. He sat on the combined bedrolls and placed her in his lap, wrapped in his arms.
“I must admit, I don’t know what humans expect from a partner, and that has made me nervous.”
Saerah smiled slowly, softly. “I would have that same disadvantage, no matter what sort of man… or bull… I was with. I don’t know what Tauren expect, but all I really care to know is what you expect. I expect only that you will love me, and that you will let me know if I hurt or offend you because that’s not what I’m trying to do.”
Uktengga nuzzled her neck, brushing his cheek and jaw against the side of her face. “You are truly amazing, Saerah. You have endured more than most cows ever will, and you remain innocent and willing to be vulnerable. Please, do me the same courtesy you have asked for. If I harm or anger you, please let me know immediately. It is my dearest with to see you happy and well.”
She placed her hand under his chin and brought his lips to hers, kissing him passionately and sucking on his bottom lip. He brought his hands to her sides and ran his thumbs over her breasts, caressing them gently through the leather of her clothes. Saerah shifted slightly, keeping her lips against his as she pulled her dress up over her hips. Uktengga reached for the hem and lifted, pulling the dress over her head.
Saerah shivered as the air hit her chest and back, then began to unlace the neck of Uktengga’s tunic. Her movements were unhurried. Uktengga was glad that her fear was not rushing her, but he could both feel and see her fingers trembling with the laces against his chest. He placed his massive hands over hers, stilling her. He grinned softly, then undid two large buttons on each of his shoulders and pulled the sleeveless tunic off over his head.
Saerah was against him before the fabric cleared his horns, hugging him tightly and inhaling deeply of his scent, her cheek and nose pressed against him. When his head was free he glanced down at her, surprised. He had heard that humans had almost no sense of smell, but she was clearly enjoying whatever she did glean from his scent. He took the opportunity to press his nose to the top of her head and inhale deeply. Her scent had changed subtly from what it had been in their shared cell, and he could only identify some of the reasons due to his unfamiliarity with humans. The sorrow and despair were nearly gone, replaced with contentment, and small hints at insecurity; at least those were the emotions he thought of first when they filled his nostrils. The nuances of her actual emotions would take time for him to sort through, as the scents were not the same as the emotions of a Tauren cow, nor of a Troll, nor of an Orc. He had encountered few blood elves in close enough proximity to gauge them, and even fewer undead. The only one he knew had never changed his scent, a gagging mixture of death and evil intent.
Uktengga ran his hands gently over the long scabs on her sides, and slid his tongue over the puncture marks his teeth had left on her. He could not help but feel guilty, no matter what she said, and he realized he had been negligent. Her sides were healing well enough, but the bite mark felt unusually hot, and her flesh had turned dark pink, almost red, around each wound. Judging by the way her breath and scent changed, they likely hurt her quite a bit.
“Why didn’t you tell me these were beginning to fester?” he scolded lightly.
“They’re not so bad…”
“No, they’re not, but they will be if they’re not taken care of. Good thing I got some bandages from the goblin when I bought the bread. I thought you might need them soon. You’ve been incarcerated for a few weeks, and you haven’t… well…”
Saerah blushed in embarrassment, but nodded. “I was… a late bloomer. I only just started doing that last year, and it’s not regular…” she trailed off, feeling slightly less than adequate. He put his finger beneath her chin and raised her eyes to his.
“You’ve already proven yourself to me, Saerah. No need for shame. As long as you are an adult…” he paused until she nodded. “You have nothing to worry about. If it continues to wory you, we’ll consult a healer.”
“How do you always manage to make me feel better?”
His lips lifted completely away from his sharp teeth in what Saerah realized was the first full-blown smile she had ever seen on him. It might have seemed a frightening snarl if his eyes hadn’t glowed so brilliantly with pride at her question. She smiled back at his sudden, infectious joy.
After a moment, Uktengga’s smile faded. “ I’ll need to cleanse those wounds before I apply the bandages, or it’ll do no good.”
Saerah let out a frustrated sound. “Every time, delays. I thought you understood. Can’t we…”
“As soon as they have been cleansed. I intend to take my time with our coupling. A maiden’s first experience should be careful and luxurious, and you were denied that. I intend to give it to you now.”
Saerah opened her mouth to reply hotly, but as his words sunk in, a blush crept up her face.
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