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Wrecked	By : Wildfaerie Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6016 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Based of Blizzard's World of Warcraft. All refrences belong to Blizzard though the characters are my creation. I do not make a profit on this at all.

Chapter List
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AN: Keep in mind that this takes place before Cataclysm and near the end of Wrath. So, things may not match perfectly with the current game.

Disclaimer: As per usual, I do not own anything related to Blizzard, they do :P My characters will forever be mine though 😉

Chapter 11

Awakened from her slumber by Sen’krii’s snores, Taylin rubbed the sleep from her eyes and let loose a jaw cracking yawn. Her body was deliciously sore, and she decided she needed to get up to stretch out her muscles before they became too stiff. However, Sen was currently curled around her body from behind, one arm stretched out under her cheek as her pillow, and the other draped over her waist. She didn’t want to wake the sleeping troll, but she desperately needed to move. Very carefully she moved Sen’s arm off her and rested it atop his side as she made her way to the edge of the bed. Slipping from the blankets, she silently crept to the dresser and pulled out the leather gear Sen had made for her along with her undergarments. Pulling Sen’s shirt from yesterday over her head, she padded her way to the door. Carefully, so as not to make a sound, she slipped through and shut the door behind her.

Sen was normally a light sleeper, having been fighting most of his life. Self-preservation meant he was always at least partially alert. However, his elf had kept pace with his desires. They had made love until late into the night and into the early hours of predawn. Her tenacity and stamina both impressed and surprised him. He’d never been with anyone that could keep up with him. Not only could she keep up with him, but she managed his bestial side with ease. Almost seemed challenged by it, not backing down in the slightest. Though in the end, she’d always submit to him. His pride had preened at that. He loved how she would hiss and snarl while fighting his dominance, then careen her head back bearing her throat to him. It drove him wild. She drove him wild. After their last bout of passion, she had collapsed and fell into a deep sleep, and he had tucked himself protectively around his sleeping mate and quickly followed, absolutely spent. And so, Sen’krii remained asleep even as his mate had slid from his arms, completely unaware.

Turning from the door, she came face to face with Kreeva who was just coming out of her bedroom. Grinning, Kreeva looked the girl up and down, noticing the bruising around her wrists and the fresh bite marks along her neck. Yawning sleepily, “Did yous two even get aneh sleep? Cause I know I didn’.” She laughed at the bright blush that stained Taylin’s cheeks and the mortified look on her face. “Relax mon. I be teasin.’ Doe it seems dat mah brotha met his match. Didn’ know a elfie could keep up wit’ a troll in both stamina an’ voice,” she teased.

Taylin covered her face in extreme embarrassment. Her cheeks red hot. “Sorry Kree, I ah…,” Taylin stuttered at a complete loss for words. Settling herself into the closest chair, Kreeva took pity on the embarrassed elf. “It be fine mon. We trolls be an…,” she trailed off, thinking of the right word. “Amorous. We be an amorous lot. Sex ain’t as embarrassin’ ta us as it be ta a lot o’ othas. Jus’ sumtin’ we both gonna hav’ ta get used ta. You bein not so shy, an’ me havin’ ta ‘ear mah brotha. He won’ be keepin ‘is ‘ands off ya fo’ a while. Ya new mates, an’ ‘is need ta mate and protect ya be ridin’ ‘im ‘ard. Ahm saprised he ain’ wit ya, or dat he didn’ keep ya in bed wit’ ‘im.”

Having recovered slightly at Kreeva’s soft words, Taylin had set her clothes on the table and had taken a seat across from Kreeva. She listened intently to what the older troll had to say, though her cheeks stayed tinged in pink. Sighing, “This is just all so new to me. I’ve never really had a relationship and Night Elves are a private race, me especially. I’ve always kept things to myself and relied on very few. So, to be so… open with everything is unsettling.” Kreeva reached across the table and set her hand over Taylin’s, “Ya famleh now. An’ I be ‘ere ta talk whenevah ya need. Sen’s a good man and he be takin’ care a ya, but sometimes ya need a female ta talk ta.” She winked at the elf and patted her hand. “Thanks Kree. I’ll try to relax, but no promises in the immediate future. And I’ll apologize now for any more sleepless nights. Your brother is, shall we say,” Taylin tapped her chin in mock thinking, “energetic.” Kreeva laughed, “Dat jus’ a troll ting. Now go take a hot bath n’ relax. We talk mo’ latah, sides, ya smell mo’ like mah brotha den you.”

Hiding her face in her hands, Taylin responded, ignoring Kreeva’s last comment. “A bath does sound good. Talk later? Cause Sen believes we are true mates and I know I still have a few questions,” Taylin finished as she rose from her seat and gathered her clothes. “Sure mon, now off wit’ ya,” Kreeva shooed her out the door with her hands. Her keen ears had picked up the sounds of her brother shuffling around in his room. She wanted to give the poor girl some time to herself before her brother attached himself to her hip.

As soon as Taylin had exited the hut, Kreeva called out softly, “Come on out. Jus’ how much ya be ‘earin?” Sen had awoken to the sounds of Kreeva’s laughter. He was a little surprised when he realized Taylin wasn’t in his arms and that she hadn’t woken him when she got up. But then again, he had been exhausted. When he realized the girls were talking, he stretched out and folded his arms behind his head. Closing his eyes, he decided to eavesdrop on the two. Kreeva had been explaining about trolls’ habits and he couldn’t help but smirk as he thought about just how red his little elf had to be. Hearing the conversation coming to a close, he decided to get dressed. Sliding his pants on, he stood by the door waiting for them to finish up. He smirked when he heard his sister call to him. Stepping through the door, he showed not a hint of embarrassment at being caught snooping. “Enough,” he said as he relaxed into a chair, throwing his arm over the back, and stretching his legs out. He was speaking Zandali, both for his sister’s sake and in case Taylin walked in. He didn’t want to embarrass her more then she probably already was. “And thanks for talkin’ to her. You know I’m no good with words.” “Of course. She’s family now. But did ya have to be so damn loud last night? You forget your sister was in the same house? Not to mention so rough? I saw the bruises. Surprised the poor girl was up and moving so easily,” Kreeva stated in a slightly scolding voice. Sen’krii just shrugged, “Eh. She likes it rough. And Loa knows how many times I had to try to sleep through you and Aaron, so I ain’t gonna apologize.” “My house remember? But point taken,” she sighed. Resting her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand, she continued, “So Taylin said you believe you are true mates?”

Leaning back in his chair, Sen’krii balanced on only the back to two legs, his strong legs and heels planted firmly on the floor keeping him stable. Closing his eyes, he began to explain about the strong connection of the double bond. How he could feel Taylin’s stronger emotions. That even with a slight touch to the marks could bring either or both to their knees with desire. It felt much stronger than a normal bond should be. He explained that he had felt an almost snap within him when she had marked him and that his very soul had felt calmed yet at the same time like a live wire with his connection to her. A part of him felt a bit embarrassed about talking of something so intimate, however, this was his sister, and she knew more about not only true mates, but relationships in general. Her insight was always invaluable.

Kreeva had listened intently, fascinated by what he had to say. She couldn’t wait to see how things further progressed between the two. Lifting her head from her hand, “I wonder if you will share in each other’s powers like our uncle’s friend, and if you do, what you each may gain.” Shrugging, “I dunno. Nothing really feels different other than a slight echo in my heart of whatever Tay’s feeling. But only if it’s strong unless I focus really hard.” Sen had discovered during one of their softer joinings, that if he sunk deep within himself and focused solely on his link to her, he could feel just about everything she was, no matter how strong or prominent the emotion was. It wasn’t easy but the ability was there. When like this, he could also feel a sort of tug that pulled him in her direction. He would always be able to find her. However, he kept that small piece of information to himself. No reason to give away all their secrets, even to his sister. This was something special between him and his mate. Later he would see if Taylin could do the same with him. Who knows, something like that could be useful in the future. So, for now it was their secret.

Suddenly, Sen gripped his chest and nearly toppled backwards. Barely managing to catch himself, Sen stood and raced out the door. Heart thudding in his chest as Taylin’s shock of fear raced through him. Seeing the panic on Sen’s face, Kreeva had quickly followed. Sliding to a halt in the sand just past the fire pit, Sen’krii didn’t know whether to laugh or yell at the sight that greeted him.

Hanging from a branch on just the edge of the jungle was Taylin. She had her legs wrapped over the branch and was hanging upside down. “Dammit Tay, ya ‘bout gave meh a ‘eart attack. Jus’ wha’ ya doin’? An’ wha’ made ya so scared?” Sen asked finally catching his breath. His heart still pounded in his chest, and he couldn’t help the harsh growl that coated his voice. He wasn’t necessarily mad, but the sudden fear from Taylin had caused panic to flood his senses. His worry had come across gruffer than he would have liked. However, his panic was slowly transitioning into humor as Taylin worked to right herself.

Finally sitting upright on the branch, Taylin answered, “Sorry mate. When I finished bathing, I had headed back to the hut. But I heard you and Kree talking and didn’t want to interrupt. The fire was too warm in this heat, so I had climbed up here to relax and give ya’ll some space. I was just falling asleep when a spider crawled across my face. In my panic to get it off, I slid off the branch, just barely catching myself in time.” Taylin was both flustered and embarrassed.

Falling on his rear in the sand, Sen couldn’t help the belly laugh that sprang from his maw. The adrenaline had left him, and he was now weak with laughter. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes. Kreeva herself had sat down on the log and was giggling behind her hand.

Taylin crossed her arms and glared down at the laughing trolls. Sure, she felt bad for scaring Sen, but she always seemed to find herself being laughed at by him. With a humph, she slid the small bone dagger from the sheath at her hip and with perfect aim threw it into the sand between Sen’s knees. “Stop laughing at me. It wasn’t that funny,” she grumbled.

Sen hadn’t even flinched as the dagger buried it’s point into the sand. He trusted Taylin with all his being. Using the back of his hand, he wiped at his eyes. Nimbly rolling to his feet, Sen retrieved the dagger and looked up at his mate. “Not mah fault ya be so funneh. Besides, such a talented rogue scared o’ a lil spidah. An’ why ya always gotta be throwin’ tings at meh? Thought ya learned ya lesson on dat months ago” he grinned at Taylin. Swiftly he threw the dagger towards the branch Taylin was sitting on. Just like that rock he threw back in the first days of waking up, it was meant to scold and tease her. However, this time, Taylin surprised him. She was no longer that emotionally unstable and lost little Night Elf. She was a force to be reckoned with now with her memories fully restored. Nimbly, Taylin summersaulted out of the tree and gracefully plucked the dagger out of midair. Landing in a crouch, her empty hand braced in the soft sand, Taylin grinned at Sen’krii. Standing to her full height, she tucked the dagger back within it’s sheath. “Not exactly a lesson learned. More like a skill remembered,” she gave Sen a playful wink as she tapped under his chin to close his gaping mouth.

Closing his jaw with a click, Sen couldn’t help but appreciate not only her skills but how she looked. She was wearing the leather outfit he had made, and it fit her like a glove. The leather hugged her body like a second skin. She had even found the boots that completed the armor set. He had left them just inside the main door. It was like she was clothed in shadow and her movements were liquid grace. Sen licked his lips as he looked her up and down. She looked absolutely delicious and the form hugging leather left little to the imagination. It was a shame others would be graced by her beauty. A small part of him relished showing off what was his though. But the thought of others ogling his mate also rose his hackles.

Sensing his conflicting thoughts, Taylin leaned up and placed a chaste and submissive kiss to his lips. Reaffirming that she was indeed his just as much as he was hers. Walking back to the hut, Taylin called over her shoulder, “I’m gonna get that letter written for Cadren. Go get dressed cause I want to head to Booty Bay as soon as I’m done.”

Around dinner time saw the couple entering through the large jaws at the entrance to the shipwreck port of Booty Bay. Taylin had gone in a bit ahead of Sen’krii so they wouldn’t appear to be traveling together. She had been looking over the wares of a small shop when she had felt his presence behind her. Taking no outward notice of her mate, she continued her perusal. A beautiful Elven dagger caught her eye. She picked it up, assessing its weight and the feel in her hand. Though she still had the bone dagger strapped securely at her hip, Taylin surely missed her dual Fang’s of Vashj that she had won on a couple of raids of Serpentshrine Cavern in the Outlands. She had tried to insist Cad take one, but he had only smirked, saying that the beautiful daggers would look much better at her hips. Running her fingers carefully over the slightly curved edge of the blade, she was pleased to see it was razor sharp. Nodding to herself, she reverently placed the blade back down on the plush felted table, trailing her fingers lovingly across its hilt and that of its matching twin. With reluctance, she walked away from the stall. She didn’t have the gold and though they were a poor substitution for her lost daggers that were probably at the bottom of the ocean, she still longed for them. With a final glance, she headed to the inn. She needed to get Cadren’s letter sent because who knew how soon they would be traveling his way.

Watching from amongst the crowd, Sen had seen Taylin examine the set of daggers. He had seen how her eyes lit up when she had held them. He could feel just how badly she coveted them. When he was sure she wad wandered far enough away, he made his way to the front of the shop. The owner was an old goblin with which he was well acquainted. The goblin was shrewd but fair, if you were aware of what you were looking at, otherwise, the old bastard knew how to make your pockets bleed. Eyeing the daggers, Sen’krii struck up a conversation with the goblin.

A couple of hours later, Sen’krii wandered into the Salty Sailor Tavern. Business was slow this evening, but there was still a good mix of both Horde and Alliance. Seeing Taylin sitting alone at the end of the bar nursing a drink, he made his way towards her. Sen sat a couple of seats from her. When the bar keep asked what he’d like, he decided to relax a bit and ordered a pint of ale. It had been a while since he’d had a stiff drink and having to keep his distance from his mate was starting to make him testy. Especially when he caught sight of both a human and an orc openly eying her. Doing his best to ignore the idiots, he focused on the icy cold mug in front of him.

Behind her own mug of South Island Iced Tea, Taylin could feel Sen’s rising agitation trickling down the bond. Though she really had no idea what was getting him so riled up. Sneaking a glance at him out of the corner of her eye, Taylin couldn’t help the smile she hid in her mug. Even agitated, he was highly attractive. Since they were coming into town, he had donned his full armor, besides his helm. The Cryptstalker set made him look both menacing and intimidating. She could understand why people, her included at one point, saw trolls as savages. Sen’s cold, yet aloof personality coupled with his armor and Zod’s Repeating Longbow strapped to his back, had patrons giving him a wide berth. He was clearly someone not to trifle with. And yet he was her mate. She was bonded to him and had the ability to see the kindhearted man under that icy exterior. Heat bloomed in her chest, and she was unsure if it was from the alcohol or because Sen’s eyes had caught hers while she’d been looking him up and down. Quickly, she turned her gaze back to her drink.

He had felt her eyes upon him. Her desire had echoed in his chest and was going a long way to lighten his mood. The two idiots were still giving his mate way too much attention for his liking, but the way she had ben staring made it perfectly clear to him that she only had eyes for him. And catching her in the act had him almost smiling. However, his better mood was apparently not meant to last. The two idiots, as he had come to call them, had both stood on unsteady drunken legs and were heading in Taylin’s direction just as she had stood to leave.

The human made it to Taylin first, “Hey there pretty lady. Leaving already? Why don’t ya have a drink with me first.” The man’s words had slurred slightly, and he absolutely reeked of alcohol. Politely, Taylin declined his offer and had tried to work her way around the drunken man towards the stairs to her room. She and Sen had decided to stay the night and head back first thing in the morning. Taylin had almost made it around the man when another’s hand on her arm stopped her. “Course the elf don’t want some scrawny human. She wants a real man. Ain’t that right, honey?” a large orc had blocked her path and had thumped his chest at the human. His broken common surprising both her and the human. Taylin inwardly groaned at not only the drunken fools, but at the rage she could feel building within Sen. She was surprised he was holding his temper so well. But if she didn’t do something quick, he was liable to kill both the men. Removing the orc’s large hand, “I’m sorry but I already have a mate. And he won’t be happy if I delay him any longer. So please, leave me be.” Again, she tried to edge around the two. She hoped the morons would get the hint. Her worry was increasing over Sen’s silence. Somehow, she just knew if either of them touched her again, they’d be dead before morning.

Rage was coursing through Sen, and he was doing all he could to keep his instincts in check. When that filthy orc had dared to touch his mate, he nearly lost control. But lashing out would only put his mate in danger, so with that thought in mind, he barely managed to bite back the rise of his instincts. However, if either of them laid so much as a finger on her again, there would be one less human or orc in the world come morning. His thoughts gave credence to Taylin’s worry. Rolling his stiff shoulders, Sen downed the rest of his drink, hoping to take some of the edge off his anger.

One of the men had suddenly made a grab for Taylin, and she stumbled back, trying to keep out of reach. She lost her footing and fell back, but before she met the floor, two strong arms caught her around the waist, pushing her back to her feet. “Da ladeh be sayin’ no, or are ya deaf?” Sen asked coldly. He stood towering over Taylin, stretched to his full height. His eyes were rimmed red, and Taylin could tell he was at the razor’s edge. Sensing his unstableness, Taylin placed her hand lightly on his bicep, “Thank you…,” she trailed off. Shaking his head to clear some of the red haze, Sen quickly caught on. “Sen. An’ no problem, mon. How ‘bout I walk ya out?” he offered with a smile. Her touch had brought him back from the precipice of his anger. She was a balm to his very soul. “Thank you, Sen. Call me Linn, and I’d appreciate that,” she said with a warm smile.

The orc was not happy at losing his prize to a troll. His drunken stupor giving the orc liquid courage, even under the death glare from the imposing troll. “Damn troll. Go find some other woman. This one’s mine,” the orc growled out in Orcish. Sen felt Taylin back up slightly against him, her fear and worry permeating his senses. To an outsider, the look of fear would most likely be attributed to the poor female being stuck between three unruly men or perhaps because she was Alliance and was partially surrounded by Horde. But Sen knew different. Taylin was scared of what he may do and worried for him. She feared him getting hurt or causing a scene that would lead to the discovery of their relationship. Her touch and worry was quelling Sen’s thirst to beat the two idiots into a bloody pulp for even looking at his mate, let alone touching her. Thankfully, Taylin was the only one that could soothe his beast, even though she could just as easily rile it up. Before Sen had a chance to answer the infernal orc, a voice near the front of the tavern called out, “Yo, Sen. You got this or need me to call the bruisers?”

Skindle, the goblin innkeeper, had been eyeing the four from his stool near the entrance to the tavern. Though it wasn’t uncommon for Horde and Alliance to bed each other, once the right bribes had been paid to keep the staff quiet, he didn’t like the attention the four were pulling in his establishment. Skindle had immediately recognized Sen’krii, as he often came to town to trade or to rent a room with some traveling skirt he’d enticed, but he knew Sen had a temper. And though he also knew the troll could handle himself easily, Skindle was not in the mood to clean up the after math of a bar brawl, especially since Sen tended to leave the place rather bloody.

Looking over at the goblin and thankful for the distraction, Sen hollered back in Common, “Nah mon. Jus’ gonna see dis pretty lil ting ta ‘er room, den be on meh way.” At the mention of the brawlers, both the orc and human had begrudgingly walked away. Placing his hand on Taylin’s shoulder, Sen steered her up the stairs and away from the staring eyes of the tavern’s patrons.

Taylin released an audible sigh as they reached the top of the stairs, the tension in her shoulders visibly relaxing. Still playing the part in case they were being watched, Taylin turned and thanked Sen before slipping into her room. Sen ran a hand through his crest and headed back downstairs to gather his belongings from behind the bar where he had left them. Making sure he was seen, he headed out the front door of the tavern, nodding towards Skindle as he left. Skindle raised an eyebrow at the troll, surprised he hadn’t sweet talked the elf into letting him bed her. Sen always did seem to have a way with the ladies, even with that cold look in his eyes. Though come to think of it, now that Skindle got a good look at him, Sen’s demeanor seemed softer. He didn’t come across nearly as cold as he usually did. Shaking his head of questions he’d never get an answer to from the troublesome troll, he turned his attention back to his inn.

Once he’d left the inn, Sen had wandered to the stables. He kept his mounts here because he really had no use for them at home with his sister and he wanted to check on them as well as Tanga. She hated being cooped up, but the bustle of the town also agitated her. Leaning over the stall door, Sen clicked his tongue. Two emerald eyes peered at him from the corner of her stall but refused to budge. “Oh, don’t be like that girly. It’s just for tonight,” he cooed to the pouting cat in Zandali. Sen had come to the stables to also clear his head. The solitude helped calm the last of his fraying nerves, and he always felt more at ease in the company of animals. They never hid ulterior motives, and he could let his guard down around them. Hanging his pack on a hook near her stall, Sen swung himself over the low gate and settled himself on the floor, resting his back against the warm wood. Tanga gave her master a small hiss before turning her back on him. Grinning at his pet’s hissy fit, Sen pulled a piece of dried fish from a pouch at his belt. He almost chuckled when the cat had lifted her nose into the air, sniffing over her shoulder. Waving the fish towards her, “If you don’t get over here, I’ll just have to feed this to Bezwen.” Hearing his name, the head of a beautiful black raptor appeared over the wall above Sen, giving him a little chirp. Hissing at the raptor, Taylin quickly snatched the fish up between her jaws. Flopping down, she greedily munched on the dried fish, glaring up at both her master and the dumb raptor. Chuckling at the two animals, Sen pulled out another piece of fish and held it up for his mount. In Zandali, Bezwen roughly translated to ‘needy,’ and the name suited him well. Whether it be food or affection, the black war raptor had been a glutton since the first day he acquired him. Chittering happily at the treat, Bezwen nuzzled his maw against the top of Sen’s head, flopping the troll’s mohawk back and forth playfully.

“Quit that, you’re gonna mess up my hair, you silly beast,” Sen said as he swatted the nose of the raptor. With a playful chirp, he nipped at Sen’s ear. It had been a long time since his master had come to see him and the poor raptor had missed him. Sen batted Bezwen’s snout while he rubbed his stinging ear. “I know it’s been a while. Sorry old friend. But just wait, I got someone special I want you to meet in the morning. I know you’re going to adore her,” he said as he stood. Brushing the hay off his pants, Sen rubbed the raptor’s snout and along the warm scales under his jaw.

Bezwen tilted his head in curiosity, his intelligent eyes looking between his master and Tanga for answers. Tanga just stretched, ignoring the raptor while she groomed her paws. Though the animals couldn’t talk to each other like the humanoid races could, they had an understanding of one another. Not only from basic animal instincts but having lived and fought along side each other for so many years. The two animals had been weary of each other at first, but they now shared a deep bond, though both were loathe to admit it. They were like brother and sister, they cared for each other deeply, but antagonized one another just as much.

Getting no help from the cat, Bezwen chittered at his master and knocked his head against Sen’s. “Easy Bez. You’ll just have to wait til morning.” Sen’krii glanced out the window at the back of Tanga’s stall and saw it was getting dark. With a final affectionate pat to both animals, Sen hopped over the gate and gathered his belongings. “See ya tomorrow,” he called over his shoulder with a wave as he disappeared out the door. Turning from his master, Bezwen decided to annoy the pompous feline with his chittering until he got some answers.

Keeping to the darkened shadows, Sen slipped behind a stack of crates near the inn. Once he was sure no one was watching, he shimmied up a support beam and swung nimbly onto the roof. Staying hidden, he focused on his link to Taylin, allowing it to orient himself towards her. Crouching low, Sen followed the pull until he was sure he was right above her. With a final glance around, Sen quickly hooked his hand on the ledge of the roof and swung himself through the open window, landing silently on his toes within Taylin’s room. Raising from his crouch, Sen allowed his eyes to roam along Taylin’s form hidden beneath the light linen sheets. The scant bit of moonlight from the window casting highlights and shadows across her features. Again, her beauty astounded him and for the countless time he found himself amazed that she was his. Turning from the sleeping beauty, Sen carefully set his packs and bow down and began to undo his armor as quietly as he could. Just as he had finished removing his chest piece and belt, he heard the elf stirring behind him.

The light clinking and rustling of Sen’s armor had roused Taylin from her light sleep. She had dozed off while waiting for him. His long absence had initially worried her, but the feel of his calm presence next to her heart assured that he was fine. Sitting up, she let the soft sheets pool around her hips, her bare chest on display for her intruder. She watched him with hooded eyes as he continued to unstrap his armor.

Turning, Sen locked eyes with his sexy and, with a soft appreciative growl, naked mate. He continued removing the last of his armor, though his fingers had picked up the pace in his need to shed the gear. When the last bit of clothing had been removed, Sen rolled his shoulders and stretched his arms over his head, pulling his body to his full height. Muscles twitched under his taut skin and a couple of pops came from his tensed back. A slow grin flit across his features when he heard Taylin’s soft gasp. His member was standing fully erect, and his mate had noticed. He could feel the echo of her desire flooding warmth within his chest. Languidly, Sen padded silently to the side of the bed. His eyes darkened in hunger as Taylin laid back, offering herself submissively to her dominant mate. Sen wasted no time in crawling under the sheets and settling himself over his mate’s warm body.

They only made love once that night, but it was a slow sensual joining. Every movement long and every touch soft. Their bodies caressed each other. Not a single word spoken. Both knew exactly how the other felt and what they needed. Instead of the normal flames that danced between the two, a comforting warmth encompassed the pair. Sen kept his thrusts slow and deep as Taylin wrapped herself tightly around his body. The gentle movements kept noise to a minimum. Sen occasionally swallowing Taylin’s soft heady moans within his firm kisses. Neither wanting to awaken those sleeping in the nearby rooms or drawing attention to themselves. Threading both their hands together, Sen braced himself above Taylin. With one final slow push of his hips, Sen buried himself deep within her sheath and found his release, her body clamping down tight and shuddering as she followed over the cliff. Falling to his side, Sen pulled the trembling girl into the safety of his arms, curling his body protectively around her. The soft rhythm of their synced hearts lulling both to sleep.

Before the sun had risen, Sen’krii awoke with a stretch. They had shifted in their sleep, and Taylin now had her head pillowed on his chest, her body draped over his and their legs tangled beneath the sheets. Running his hand up and down her back, Sen softly nudged his sleeping mate awake. Slowly she came to with a jaw cracking yawn. Cracking her eyes open, Taylin saw it was still dark, and with a grumble, tried snuggling closer to fall back asleep.

“Come mate, it be time ta get up. There be tings ta do ‘n dere’s someone I wan’ ya ta meet. ‘Sides, I gotta sneak out ‘fo anyone sees. Even doe ya be da rogue,” he chuckled, placing a soft kiss to her forehead. With a groan, Taylin stretched, her body protesting the early hour. “Just a bit longer,” she whined. Sen smirked, running his hand down to her backside, gave her rear a playful squeeze. “Ya know if I could, I would. Up, love,” Sen sat up, bringing his grumbling mate with him.

“Ok, ok. I’m up,” Taylin swatted at his chest. They both rose and quickly dressed. “Meet meh at da stables,” Sen said before pulling her in for a quick kiss. Silently, Sen gathered his bags and bow then disappeared out the window.

A short while later, a still sleepy Taylin stumbled into the stables. Glancing around, she saw Sen’krii leaning against the gate of a stall, his arms folded atop the wooden gate. Another glance showed they were alone besides the myriad of animals stabled there. Making her way towards him, Taylin leaned against the gate beside him. He hadn’t acknowledged her yet, though he was highly aware of her presence. Giving her a sideways glance, “Tanga be in a snit ovah bein’ left ‘ere. But she not da one I wan’ ya ta meet.” Sen clicked his tongue rapidly and from the stall next to them came a chittering response. A black scaled muzzle filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth popped over the gate. Taylin shifted closer to Sen at the appearance of the intimidating raptor. The raptor gave the girl an inquisitive tilt of his head. All he had learned from the cat was that their master now had a mate, and this seemed to be her. She certainly smelled like his master.

Sen’krii slid his arm around Taylin’s shoulders, “Bezwen, this be Taylin, mah mate.” He smiled at the raptor as it chittered happily. Reaching out her hand, Taylin carefully rested her palm on the raptor’s warm snout. Sensing her apprehension, Bezwen firmly bumped his nose against her hand. He nuzzled her affectionately. As aloof as Tanga had been, this raptor was overly friendly in comparison. Releasing her tension, Taylin wrapped her arms around Bezwen’s scaly neck, hugging him. With a tilt of his chin, Bezwen tucked her in closer, chittering his approval. “Aren’t you an affectionate one,” Taylin said, patting his neck. “I find that surprising with how cold your master is,” she smirked at her mate.

“Aye, he always been like dat. An’ I ain’ dat bad, mate. An, I told ya you’d adore ‘er Bez,” Sen said, knocking his fist against the scaly lizard’s jaw. Releasing her hold around Bezwen, Taylin reclaimed her previous position next to Sen. A hiss coming from the pen in front of them startling all three. “I ain’ fo’got ‘bout ya,” Sen said pulling another treat from his pouch and tossing it to the pouting cat. Taylin leaned over the gate and scratched Tanga behind her ears, “Sorry Tanga, didn’t mean to ignore you. Forgive me?” Begrudgingly Tanga gave a slight purr and nuzzled her head against Taylin’s outstretched hand. “I tink mah companions be likin’ ya almos’ as much as meh,” Sen chuckled, though a bit of jealousy coated his words.

Rolling her eyes, Taylin leaned her back against the wooden gate and crossed her arms. Bezwen leaned out and rested his muzzle on the elf’s shoulder. “Oh, don’t be so jealous. You know you hold my heart. Besides, these two love both of us.” Taylin gave a soft pat to Bezwen’s head. “Ain’t that right Bez?” The raptor chortled a happy response towards her. Sen noticed the first rays of the morning light peeking over the bay. Sighing, “I know, mate. Now, we dun have much time. Da next boat ta Ratchet be leavin’ tonight. Ahm gonna take Bez an’ Kree’s supplies ta ‘er. I’ll be back jus’ in time ta board.” At her panicked look, Sen cupped Taylin’s cheek. “Dun worreh mate. I won’ miss it. Nothin’ can keep meh from ya.” Sen reached into his gold pouch and pressed a few gold pieces into Taylin’s hand. “Fo’ passage,” he said. Rummaging through his packs on the floor, he pulled out something wrapped in a soft cloth. He handed the package to Taylin as she gave him a questioning look. “Jus’ open it,” he said with a soft smile gracing his lips.

Carefully unwrapping the cloth, two curved sheathed daggers lay upon her hands. Recognition lit up her eyes and she looked up to Sen. Softly, he picked up one of the daggers, unsheathing the blade and turning it back and forth. “Dey be fine blades an’ mah mate be lookin’ like she wanted dem. An’ a rogue be needin’ some good blades at her sides.” Sen sheathed the blade and handed it hilt first back to Taylin. With a love filled smile, Taylin took the blade back. Reverently, she buckled the sheaths to the sides of her hips. It felt good having twin daggers at her sides once again. With great care, she unstrapped the bone dagger. Fingering the blade with love, she tucked the precious blade into her right boot. That blade would forever hold a special place in her heart. It was the first thing Sen had given her that wasn’t out of necessity. A comforting warmth was spreading through her system. She looked at Sen’krii with love shimmering brightly in her eyes. Encircling her arms around his neck, Taylin pulled him down for a soul searing kiss. She poured her love and gratefulness not only into the kiss, but down their bond as well.

The weight of her love had nearly buckled Sen’s knees. Pulling Taylin tightly to him, his arms twined around her form protectively. Sen’s heart hammered in his chest. The emotions flowing from Taylin were staggering and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to keep up his icy façade again with her love this strong within him. Not to be outdone, Sen flooded his side of the link with his own onslaught of love and affection. Their lips had not parted, and the kiss only seemed to intensify with their resonating emotions. Breathlessly, they finally parted. Both holding tightly to one another for stability and not wanting the loss of contact. Crimson eyes locked with glowing silver as they fought to catch their breaths.

Finally reclaiming his senses as Sen heard people starting to mill about the port, he reluctantly pulled away from Taylin. “Dat pack ‘as our supplies fo’ da trip. We can restock in Ratchet,” he pointed to the smaller bag resting against the stall. “I alreadeh packed Kree’s supplies on Bez. I need ta be leavin’ ta make it back. ‘Sides, people be up, and someone could come in soon. Be safe mate, ‘n stay outta trouble. I love ya, Tay,” he pulled her close and claimed her lips in a quick kiss. Turning, Sen opened the gates on Tanga and Bezwen’s stalls. Tanga fell in beside her master and Sen grabbed the reins of Bezwen. Swiftly he mounted the raptor and raced out the door. Taylin just stood; fingertips pressed to her lips as she watched her love leave. Calling out to him before he disappeared, “I love you too, Sen, and don’t be late.” His answer slid down the bond, assurance and love filled her chest. Sighing, Taylin picked up her pack and headed back to the inn to wait for Sen and the ship’s departure.

Taylin paced nervously upon the deck of the ship. The ship that was scheduled to leave in less then ten minutes and she hadn’t seen a single sign of Sen’krii. Again, her eyes scanned the crowds on and around the ship, hoping to catch sight of his red mohawk or the black scales of his raptor. Worry was starting to settle in the pit of her stomach. ‘Come on Sen. Where are you?’ she thought, her eyes darting around the docks. Behind her, a voice bellowed, “Last call for Ratchet. I repeat. Last call for Ratchet.” Taylin’s heart was beginning to sink. “You promised,” she whispered to herself. Taylin closed her eyes and focused on their bond. Sen’s worry mixed with her own within her chest.

Just as the ship’s crew were about to pull up the boarding ramp, Taylin heard a loud screech as a panting black raptor leapt upon the ramp and dashed aboard, followed closely by a black panther. She heard one of the crew members mutter something to the troll about cutting it close. Taylin nearly collapsed as relief flooded both sides of the bond.

Slipping below decks, Taylin found a secluded area. She knew Sen would be able to find her. Keeping watch to ensure they were alone, she waited.

Leaning heavily on his exhausted raptor, Sen calmed his racing heart. He really had cut that one close. Closing his eyes, he could feel a soft tugging at his mark. Taylin was seeking him. Leading Bez by the reins and Taylin at his heels, Sen headed below decks to answer his mate’s call. He found her near the back of the ship leaning behind a pile of creates and barrels. “Ya called,” he teased her nonchalantly. Grabbing him by the tusks, Taylin pulled him down for a desperate kiss. “I didn’t think you were going to make it. What kept you?” Her voice was still strained with worry. “Ya evah gonna ‘ave faith in ya mate, Tay? I told ya I be ‘ere, an’ I am,” Sen said as he placed his hands on her hips, holding her close. Taylin closed her eyes, and rested her forehead against Sen’s chest, “I’m sorr…” Taylin was cut off by a warning growl from Tanga. Quickly, she vanished into the shadows.

Stepping around the crates, Sen leaned his hip against a wooden barrel and eyed the approaching deckhand. The human male looked the troll over cautiously, “What you doing down here, troll?” His Orcish was rough, but clear. Most neutral ship’s crews could speak both Common and Orcish to attend to their passengers. Patting Bez’s neck, Sen answered, “Mah companions ‘ere tend ta get testy ‘round too maneh Alliance. And mah raptor not a fan o’ ships. T’ought I’d keep em away from da othas fo’ a bit til dey relax.” As if on cue, Bez snarled his upper lip, showing off his impressive fangs and tapped his large sickle shaped rear claws on the solid wood beneath his feet. Tanga let out a small hiss as she sat protectively at her master’s side. With an apprehensive nod, the sailor warned Sen, “See that you control your beasts.” Quickly, the crewman turned on his heel and headed back up to the deck.

Once she was sure the human had left, Taylin stepped out of the shadows. “This is going to be a very long boat ride,” she huffed. Running a hand through his hair, Sen couldn’t agree more. Turning slightly so he leaned back against the barrel, he glanced back at Taylin, “Da excuse I jus’ gave ta dat sailah will keep mos’ dem from botherin’ meh, but it still be dangerous. We can’ be seen tagedda.”

With ease, Taylin hopped atop the barrel behind Sen and crouched so she could wrap her arms around his broad shoulders. Slipping her chin over his left shoulder, she nuzzled her cheek against his. “I know, mate. And I promise I’ll be careful. As long as you promise to be careful as well. I’m gonna warn you, there was a male Night Elf eyeing me while I waited for you on deck. And we both know you’re temper, so I thought I’d give you a head’s up. I don’t want you doing something to land you or us in the brig. Though you know you have nothing to worry about. I’m yours, mate. Thankfully, it’s just three days until we reach Ratchet.”

Sen settled his hands softly over her arms and learned the side of his head against hers. Closing his eyes, “I give ya mah word dat I’ll be careful and dat I’ll behave. But if dat mon so much as lays a finga on ya, I make no promises ‘bout ‘im goin’ ovah board.” “Fair enough,” she said as she placed a quick peck to his cheek. Hopping down, she gave him a smile before disappearing up the stairs.

Taylin had taken to hiding among the rigging during her free time, her nimbleness aiding her well as she perched among the beams and ropes, to avoid the overly interested and talkative Elf. He tried repeatedly to strike up a conversation with her every chance he got, and she was running out of excuses to end their talks quickly. Though she couldn’t deny he was handsome, her heart belonged solely to Sen, and the Elf’s advances were starting to grate on her nerves. The only thing keeping her sane were the stolen kisses she and Sen shared when they found themselves alone in the dark, or the shared eye contact when he would come up from below for some fresh air.

Whenever he came on deck, he left Bezwen and Tanga below to keep up appearances of his rouse. The rouse which thankfully continued to have most of the crew and passengers giving him a wide berth. His icy demeanor helping as well. After a heart filled glance at each other, Taylin would slip unnoticed below to visit with her bored animal friends, bringing a couple of fish to the beasts. They’d happily purr and chitter while they ate, and she stroked their hides. When she would sense Sen returning, she’d give each companion a final scratch and would slip into the shadows, passing Sen on her way up the stairs. Though neither showed any signs, they were both well aware of each other’s presence.

They had had a good chuckle the morning of the last day of their voyage. They had realized the greedy animals had been using their separation to their advantage and were getting double the treats. Each time Taylin had left, Sen would feed them his own treats from the galley. “Sneakeh beasts,” Sen had scolded them, but with a smile.

Later that day, Taylin was leaning on the railing looking out to sea. Suddenly, two arms surrounded her, a hand to either side of her on the railing. Spinning around, she came face to face with the obnoxious Night Elf. “You’ve been avoiding me,” the Elf said sternly. “Why?” Taylin rolled her eyes. “Because I’m not interested,” she retorted flatly. “And why not?” the unrelenting Elf continued. “I belong to someone else, so if you’ll excuse me,” Taylin said coldly as she removed one his hands caging her so she could make her escape. Grabbing her hand, the man halted her steps, “You’re not wearing a ring and besides, he’d never know if we had a bit of fun.” His smirk and his invitation brought bile up the back of her throat and sent her stomach churning. Her eyes went cold as she pierced them with her gaze, “Yes he would.” “How? I haven’t seen you with anyone. You seem to be traveling alone,” the elf was confused but wouldn’t relent. A coldness started to seep into her chest, and she glanced over the Elf’s shoulder. Her eyes caught sight of Sen who was leaning back against the center mast, his eyes locked on her and the Elf as he stared at them through the slits of his eyes. Quickly, she turned her attention back to the Elf before he caught what she was looking at. Snatching her hand away, Taylin roughly pushed the male away from her. “I told you, I’m not interested. Now leave me be before I report you to the captain.” Glaring at her, the dejected Elf stomped away. Taylin glanced back at the mast, but Sen’krii was no where to be seen. However, that cold feeling her chest never dissipated until late that afternoon.

The Elf never made it to Ratchet.
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