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The Price of Gratitude	By : Mayamahal Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6057 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Neither of them could move for a long time afterward.

They laid tucked together, still tangled, one in the other, she with a thigh draped over one of his, her knee tucked against the inside of his leg. She had an arm thrown over his chest and her cheek against his shoulder, while his tusks had tangled in her hair when he continued to kiss her brow, over and over. One of his arms was wound about her shoulders, the other threading a hand through her hair where it was draped over her hip.

The rain was persistent, a patter of soft, pleasant noise against the canvas, the occassional rumble of thunder reverberating through now and again. The fire had burned low but Koda had placed the fish deep within the glowing embers; it would stay warm without burning, he'd assured her sleepily.

They were both exhausted, having sated each other several times over the course of the night. Maia was sure it was early morning, but she hadn't peeked out at the heavens to check; she had no intention of moving until she was forced to. He was warm and she was comfortable, and they drowsed pleasantly against each other.

Birdsong interrupted her sleep, muted lightly filtering through clouds and cloth to spill across banked fire and tangled lovers. Blurry eyed, she lifted her head to take in their surroundings, only to settle back against him with a soft smile.

No. It wasn't a dream this time.

She wriggled against his hip, earning herself a murmur of protest and a light slap to flank. "Stop that," he grumbled. "You'll get it started again, and as an honorable member of my species, I'd have to follow through until I'm done." He stretched his arms above his head and gave a long, sleepy yawn. "And, woman, I am tired."

She chuckled into his shoulder, bit him gently. The grumble turned into a growl, his blunted nails digging into her hip. "You didn't answer my question from before," she gasped, squirming against him.

In a second, she was flipped to her back, he atop her and inside her, moving insistent and deep. It took her by surprise, breathless beneath him as he bit at her neck, her throat, her shoulder, snarling at her as he held her in place and drove into her. Her release was sudden and sharp, her insides clenching vice-like around him as she arched tightly, gasping his name while he pounded into her. He followed right behind, slowing, and finally spending himself in her with a soft, sated growl.

Rolling to his back, he took her with him, letting her sprawl across his panting chest while she struggled to find her breath. And her brain.

"Stop... changing... the subject..." she huffed, playfully pinching his nearest nipple.

He swatted at her hip (weakly, she noted) with a large, three-fingered hand.

"Ya be a pain, mageling, I giva ya dat." His lapse into Common was intentional, and she laughed at the exasperated tone in his voice.

"Is it so hard to answer?" she countered, still a little breathless. She lifted her head to look at him, saw his eyes shut, a frown crinkling his brow. Her smile faded.

"Is it a serious thing, then?" she murmured, reaching up to thread careful fingers into his tangled, matted hair.

"The way you speak makes me think of my grandfather," Koda mumbled, cracking one clear gray eye open to look at her. "Your friend, whoever it was that gave you that book, he knew the old tongue fairly well, and you've got all the bad habits of a true Zandali speaker." He rolled over on to her, pulling her back beneath him, thighs around his hips.

Maia colored prettily, tugging at his beaded braids with a look of mild irritation. "It's not like I had much choice for a teacher," she murmured. "She fell into my lap and I took it; even Jensen said that what she taught me would be enough to communicate, but little else. I'm trying to learn from you, but I'm not very good with languages."

He snorted at her, an impressive sound with that nose of his. "The hell you are. You're fluent, woman, and you've no accent. That's either magic or ... something else." He was caressing her nearest breast, testing the weight and shape of it, rubbing a hardening nipple with a gentle thumb. He was understanding, more and more, that he couldn't keep his hands off her.

They lost track of the weeks as they flew by, the pair lost in this new life together.

Oddly, Maia thought of it as a kind of honeymoon. When she brought this up to Koda, he had laughed and told her he'd thought of the same thing. Something had opened between them, a bond that had begun with the spark of their first meeting, fanned and tempered by the time they'd spent apart, then finally brought to roaring life with their current time together.

Koda managed to get her out just about everyday, beginning with his carrying of her to the sand, eventually leading to her own climb down, and, after a suitable time, she began to trek by his side on her own two legs.

She was healing, and healing well. As the animal-healer, Taiba, had reassured him, her skin was knitting clean, brown skin creeping across pink scar, leaving behind little evidence of her injury. Her limp was disappearing as well, and soon, she trotted beside Koda as he loped along, her gait as smooth as it'd ever been.

She was also fleshing out again.

Koda made it no secret that he'd liked her as he had first met her, soft and fleshy and curvacious. While her imprisonment had effected this somewhat, she was still larger than most human women, stocky with well rounded hips, strong shoulders, and soft, full breasts. His appreciation of her form hadn't faded whether she was 'skinny' or 'healthy' (his words), but he commented that her shape suited her. It was just as well; Maia prefered her soft curves to angular bones, and while she was in shape and getting more in shape by the day, Koda made sure she ate when she was hungry. Soon, she was the same woman she'd been, and they were both satisfied with the return of her womanly figure.

It was an amazing thing, how quickly he settled into new change in his life. Maia often wondered if she would ever relax as he did, giving himself completely to the presence of another person. She still found herself jumping when Blackbird or Winter would parallel her path without warning, or worse, fall back with a choked cry when Koda would beginning speaking behind her, his footfalls unnoticed. She would laugh it off and let him tease her for being so distracted, but as soon as she'd had a moment to reflect, she'd wondered if she really had been distracted, or simply fallen back into the habit of being on her own.

They learned a lot about each other, she more about him than he of her, though she knew he'd never see that unless she let him. He was so open and far calmer than anybody she'd ever heard of (let alone a Troll), a trait he attested to being raised by a family full of women who were, as he said, "More often bipolar or pregnant than not," and in such a household he felt he could either be relaxed and at ease with the tempestuous women around him, go insane, or die from lack of adaptation. Maia had thought that this attitude was just for her, but as she lived with him, she saw more and more that this wasn't true; he was like that with everyone he encountered.

He was visited at least once every few days by someone or another, for business, trade, or simple social interaction. A few times the Troll-woman, family, and a few friends had dropped by unannounced, but thanks to his many hunting companions, Koda was given enough warning to stow away his human guest beneath blankets, out the back of his tent, or, on one memorable occassion, into the lake and beneath a propped up raft.

That little incident he didn't live down for days.

She knew it was necessary but it was hard to not feel a touch resentful; a hypocritical feeling, she understood, paired with her slow desire to be living on her own again. If she prefered her solitude, why should she care if she was hidden away and kept a secret? As the days passed, however, the uncomfortable feeling grew and with it her desire for her home, her work, and her old pattern of living.

Ironically, it wasn't long after realizing all of this that everything changed once more.

It was morning, the Troll man and Human woman tangled in each other, panting as they struggled to recover from another intense bout of love-making, she shuddering violently in the aftermath, he weak-limbed and swearing at her under his breath.

It was in this glow that Maia always forget the troublesome thoughts that had begun to plague her, the homesickness and the doubt. When his mouth skimmed her shoulder, out of breath and murmuring to her, she felt she could live here, like this, forever in his arms and his house, as his kept woman or otherwise, and she would never want for anything beyond him. It was hard to see the darkness on the horizon of her mind, obscured by the fire that was Kodakai, his affection and his gentle calm.

As the sun began to rise, the tent tinged with soft light, they both began to rouse, hands straying again, his mouth finding hers, her fingers pulling at his long, coarse hair. A three fingered hand cupped her breast, brushing his thumb across the tip before closing his mouth over her nipple, nursing gently before grazing it with careful teeth.

As she moaned under him and arched her back with pleasure, he lifted his head and caught her mouth in another kiss, ever careful of his tusk, grinding himself against her. He was just about to stake his claim on her again, when they both froze.

"Koda?" a voice called. Maia's eyes went wide, breaking the kiss and pulling back to stare at her Troll.

"Kodakai? You betta be here, mon," continued the gravelly, male voice, his words in heavily accented Common. "I'ma pee in yer bushes if ya ain't..."

With a soft groan and rolling of eyes, Maia understand that Koda knew who the speaker was, the relaxing lines in his shoulders telling her it was nothing to worry about ... at least not now.

With an impish grin, she wrapped her legs around him and bucked her hips up, watching as he gaped at her, incredulous, as with a twist of her pelvis and a careful thrust, she pulled half of him into her. He bared his teeth at her and called her a nasty word, and she bit her lip to keep from laughing at him.

"You're a rotten, horrible wench," he hissed at her. Her bright smile was coupled with a giggle, and he pressed his palm to her lips to silence her.

Her answer was to lift her hips and pump them into him, something in the back of his mind voicing admiration that she was so strong... and limber.

Again, though, the voice called, and, frustrated beyond belief and vexed with the mixture of irritation and arousal coursing through him, he pinned the defiant mage beneath him in place and viciously worked himself in her in hard, quick strokes.

He was pleased to see the laughter leave her eyes, replaced by something warmer, and much more tangible. He covered her parted mouth with his hand, pounding into her, watching her face contort with pleasure. Her release clamped her muscles around him and he grit his teeth, trying to find satisfaction in his dominance of her lest he tempt the fates and finish himself within her.

Instead, with a soft growl meant for her ears alone, he withdrew, bit her shoulder, and fumbled for his clothes.

"Here, Arrak," he called. "'s damn early, ya know? Gimme a sec..." He gestured with his chin at Maia, and she scrambled back to dig behind the cushions, tossing him a few of his leathers. As he dressed, he looked at her, took in her curly, tangled hair, the blankets tangled around her hips, her dark eyes watching him back. With a pang, he remembered the day he left her, and at the voice in him then that had told him not to.

He leaned down and caught the back of her head with his hand, drawing her up to kiss her silently. "Stay here," he breathed against her lips. "If you can sneak out to hide unseen, do so, but please... Be safe."

Maia nodded, understanding the rules. Satisfied, Koda ruffled his hair so it looked more bed-ridden than lover-tangled, and strode outside.

Her ears caught greetings and grumbling laughter, and the sound of footsteps fading away as the two wandered off, probably at Koda's encouragement. When she was certain they were out of earshot, she pulled on her clothes and the leather boots he'd made her, and slipped quietly from the yurt.

Peering out around the canvas wall, she saw the two of them working some distance away, unpacking fish from the smoke-house by the lake. They were conversing amicably, gesturing and guffawing, obviously old friends. She smiled a little to herself, but was still aware of the danger; neither of them knew what all of this would mean, and they weren't about to danger each others' lives for the sake of a little pleasure.

That little voice in her head, though, continued to rail at her for being that dirty secret, and she hated herself a little more for letting it get to her.

Several hours later, she snuck back to the lake, invisible by magic and a mental chant, to see if Arrak was still there. The mount that had brought him was gone, the brightly hued raptor living marks in the dirt as it'd traveled back along the cliffs to the west.

Booty bay? she thought, peering around for Koda. I wonder what brought him here.

She found him soon enough, sitting on the pebbled beach of the lake, staring westward in what she assumed to be the direction his visitor had left. Soundless, she climbed a low, flat boulder beside him, letting the spell go as she faded back into being.

"What was that about?" she asked softly.

He didn't look at her, but she wasn't surprised; he was a hunter, after all. He'd probably heard her when she was much further away. The lines of his shoulders, though, bespoke of emotions she'd never seen in him as yet, and she was suddenly quite worried.

"Koda?" she murmured, reaching for him.

He was as tense as a drum, muscles clenched like stone.

Alarm flared in her, but she remained still and quiet.

"Who is Arin Zarred?" he growled softly, still not looking at her.

Maia flinched. The last thing she expected was something from her life to follow her here.

She licked lips that had gone suddenly dry, shifting on her feet.

"Arin ... is my Guild-leader," she replied quietly. "Why? Has something happened?" she asked.

He did look at her now, and the expression he had on his face took her aback. Without another word, he brought up a hand and offered her its contents: a wanted poster.

She blinked at it, took it and unrolled it carefully...

-only to find her face staring back at her.

Written in Common, both Alliance and Horde, were the following words:

WANTED FOR TREASON

Maia Morwyn-Zarred, wife of Arin Zarred

Archmage and Jewelcrafter

It gave her picture and her description as well as that of her proto-drake, along with a list of possible hide-outs and cities of choice and habit.

Beneath that was a recount of her charges, and as stunned as she was by the mere existence this poster, the words she read now robbed her of speech, thought, and breath.

Charged in abstentia of the following:

Aiding and abedding the enemy

Accomplice to attempted kidnapping

Unnumbered counts of smuggling weapons to the Enemy

Endangering the populace of the Alliance city of Stormwind

Attempted assassination of King Varien Wrynn.

Information leading to her capture will be rewarded in the amount of

100,000 Gold Pieces

Presentation of her living person to any

Alliance Outpost will be rewarded the amount of

200,000 Gold Pieces

She was breathing hard by the time she read it down to the last word, her vision swimming, her knuckles white with how hard she clutched the parchment.

It was only now that she realized Koda was standing beside her, glowering down at her, his eyes beginning to burn crimson.

"So," he managed to grit out behind clenched teeth. "How long have you been married?"
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