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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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Uktengga’s lips found Saerah’s and lingered gently for a moment before pulling away as he stood. He went to the packs that had been piled next to where the kodo lay contentedly, chewing her cud.

He removed a water flask, then reached into another pouch and pulled out several heavy bandages made of mageweave cloth.

Uktengga built up the fire as Saerah huddled in the blankets on their combined bedrolls. He heated the water until it steamed, then dabbed it onto a bandage to better release the salve that was contained within. He rinsed her wounds next to the fire, then wrapped the bandage over her shoulder and under her arm to secure it.

“Wow, that really does feel better. The linen bandages my sister taught me to make barely seem to make a difference.”

Uktengga nodded, “The art of first aid is more complex than most people think. The type of cloth, and what poultice is infused into it, are both important. They can be as effective as potions. Though they do take a bit longer to work, a potion will do nothing to cure an infection. I find it useful to use both.”

“Are you an alchemist?” Saerah asked curiously. “I’ve never known a warrior who gathered herbs and made potions.”

He nodded, “It is a common combination among my people. I can make potions not only to heal, but to increase strength, stamina, restore magical energy, and even allow someone to breath underwater for short periods.”

Saerah smiled sheepishly. “All I do is gut animals and use their skins for making things,” she said, a hint of sadness in her voice.

“That, too, is noble. You make sure that the sacrifice of the animals you kill is not made in vain. By eating their meat and wearing their hide, we honor their memory and their lives.” Uktengga watched as Saerah’s eyes lit with pride and gratitude at his words. She leaned toward him, and he felt her fingers sliding through the fur on his chest as her lips met his.

He sat on the ground, one hock under the other knee, and she kneeled in front of him. The bandages on her shoulder did nothing to obscure her bare chest, and his own arousal was just beginning to cause the sheath below his loincloth to distend.

Her breathing had quickened, and he could smell what he had identified before as insecurity. He quickly realized by the way her fingers were trembling in his coat that he had misidentified the scent. He realized that the spicy, slightly sour scent was fear, and it was growing rapidly. The arousal that had begun deep in his loins died a quick and brutal death.

He placed his right hand behind her head, his left across her back, and pulled her gently into his lap. “You’re terrified,” he said gently, his heartache plain in his expressive eyes.

“I’m determined,” she replied. Uktengga was impressed that her voice was strong.

He pressed the side of his face down and against hers. “Do you trust me, Saerah?” She nodded. “Do you believe I’ll stop, if you don’t like what I’m doing?” Another nod. “Do you know, Saerah, that you are more dear to me than my life? That I love you with the whole of my soul, and I will be yours for as long as I breath?”

His words, spoken in his soft, deep voice, caused Saerah to clutch desperately at his fur, and she pressed herself into his chest. He wasn’t sure if she was shaking from tears, gratitude, or fear, but at last she said, “Yes, Uktengga. I know, and I love you. Take me, please. Show me what I’ve missed, and teach me what you want.”

He caressed her cheek with his thumb. “I will Saerah, but you must let me. Lie back, now, and relax. I will give you the option to deny me before I join with you. Just now, I wish to explore.”

When she lay on her back, looking up at him, he kneeled at her side and placed his left hand on the ground near her head. With his other, he caressed her in one bold, gentle stroke from her cheek to her toes, missing her breasts and womanhood. She giggled, ticklish, and he smiled.

He lifted her right leg and began to massage her bare foot and calf, never venturing to her knee. He could tell she was puzzled, but she said nothing, studying him in the bright afternoon light.

After some time, he switched to her other leg, and she began to relax, enjoying the gentle undulation of his large, velvety fingers on her bare skin.

When he had finished with her legs, he lifted her arm and began to massage her palm with his thumb, slowly working from there to her shoulder, and repeating the process on the other side.

“If you keep that up, I’ll be asleep before long,” she said in a soft, lilting voice.

“Then you have relaxed well. Good.” He continued his gentle massage, moving slowly across and down until he was caressing her breasts. Her breath quickened again, but although a slight hint of her fear returned it was overshadowed by a scent Uktengga had no trouble identifying as arousal. “Trust me, dear one. I will not hurt you,” he whispered. His feather-light touch roamed across the skin of her chest and abdomen, and then he ran his second finger along the seam of her breeches, back and forth for several seconds. Finally, Saerah understood, and she nodded at him, lifting her hips slightly. He gently peeled the cloth away, leaving her completely nude before him. She blushed, and lifted her knees slightly to cover herself, but Uktengga shifted so that he was kneeling by her ankles, facing her prone body with his own. He gently caught her calves, massaging them softly but firmly as he attempted to calm her anxiety.

“Relax, we are not there yet,” he said in a gentle tone.

“I’m nervous, but I… I want this,” she had covered her mouth with the back of her hand, and Uktengga smiled at her irrational bashfulness. He brought her right foot up and blew hot, dry air from his nostrils, causing goosebumps to erupt across her skin at the sudden change in temperature, and she gasped softly.

Uktengga began to lick and kiss at her foot, ankle, shin, knee. When he reached a spot high on her inner thigh, she whimpered. He placed his hands firmly on each of her legs and pulled gently.

She didn’t resist, spreading her legs at his behest. Uktengga continued up her thigh with his mouth, and then began to lick and suckle at her womanhood. She keened loudly, her head thrashing to both sides as he increased the speed of his gentle assault.

Saerah’s breathy voice attempted to form words, but each stuttering syllable ended with ecstatic gasps as she writhed, bucking helplessly as wave after wave of blinding pleasure washed over her. Sparks of electricity popped erratically in her vision, and she seemed both deaf and blind as she screamed softly, her body taut as a young sapling.

Uktengga ceased his suckeling and began to probe gently into her with his long tongue. He placed his large index finger firmly but gently on her clitoris and moved it slowly in tiny circles as he stroked within her with his tongue. Just as Saerah was beginning to come down from her first orgasm she was swept up again by the double-assault.

When she was finally able to breath again, she had to backpedal away from his tongue and finger.

Terror gripped Uktengga’s heart as he sprang away from her recoil. “I hurt you…” he whispered in horror.

Saerah shook her head vehemently, “No… Oh Light, no. I was… I just… It was so… Intense,” a long, low moan escaped her lips as she shuddered again, losing her train of thought for a moment.

She gasped, saying, “Wow, aftershocks. I didn’t think she was telling the truth.”

Uktengga was inching back towards her, no longer panicked but still unsure of her reactions. “Aftershocks?” He asked, testing the unfamiliar word.

Saerah nodded. “My sister. She said the first few times, or when it’s really, really good, she has little mini-orgasms for an hour or two afterward. I thought sheeeeee…. Was lying.” Saerah shuddered and almost lost her train of thought once again. “You’re amazing,” she breathed, locking her eyes with his. A tiny smirk played across his lips at the compliment, and she could see him stand a little straighter. “I don’t think I’ll ever be more ready for you, Teng. Come to me.” She whispered. “Show me the rest.”

They met back at the bedroll, her arms resting on his and his hands on her back. He nuzzled her neck, breathing in the scent of her orgasm and feeling it stir his own arousal.

Uktengga lowered himself over her, blowing hot air along her neck and ear as he settled above her. “Are you ready?” He asked, despite her former claim.

Saerah nodded, pressing her body up to his in instinctual desire, feeling at home for the first time in months.

Uktengga pressed the side of his face against Saerah’s, and his mouth suckeled at the hollow of her uninjured neck and shoulder as he lined himself up to her. He felt her run her feet up the backs of his legs until they curled around his hips, then tilt her pelvis until he was pressed against her entrance. Uktengga lifted his right arm and cradled Saerah’s head as he slowly began to rock his hips, dipping inch by inch within her as she slowly relaxed into the gentle motions.

She was meeting him, thrusting herself up as he pushed down, working in until he felt the end of her. Her breath came in pants, then became low, deep moans as he bumped her cervix gently with every stroke. She could take all but about two inches of him, and he reveled in the feel of controlling his own body, keeping the pace slow and luxurious even as she began to breath his name into his furry chest.

Slowly, inexorably, the sensations built within Saerah until her eyes dropped closed, her head thrown back and her throat bared as she enjoyed the pace set by the Bull above her.

Uktengga watched Saerah’s body beneath him, reveling in her reactions. Her fear was obviously gone, and as he watched, fascinated, she coiled like a spring beneath him.

All at once, Saerah arched up, her head and elbows the only parts of her that touched the ground, and a wailing scream ripped itself free of her throat.

Uktengga’s eyes were forced closed as she gripped him, he had never experienced a woman’s orgasm before and found it delicious. His movements stilled as he found his own climax, compelled by her response to his touch.

Slowly, they relaxed. Taut, straining muscles released and seemed to turn into jelly. Uktengga allowed himself to flop bonelessly next to Saerah’s prone form as she stared blankly at the sky. She ran her fingers through the soft fur of his shoulder and shivered, still hyper-sensitive to touch.

Uktengga brought her cloak over her body, covering her against the chill, and embraced her as they lay together.

Saerah fell into a contented sleep not long after, but Uktengga watched her face as the sun crept slowly across the sky.

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