Duality Risen | By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 5041 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Nineteen Mardruk came back to his body almost abruptly. Peritali was watching him, no doubt curious to find out if he was whole and his sanity was intact. He gave her a weak smile. “I know where he’s going.” Mardruk told the gathered group. He stood up from the sand and brushed the grains off his pants. “Aljei is going after someone named Nigrade in Kalimdor.” No one showed reaction to the name. Except for Chairon. His lips turned down in a brief frown before a mask of calmness took over his pretty features. Mardruk focused on him. “You know where he is, don’t you, Chai?” With the gazes of his unwanted comrades focused on him, Chairon shrugged. “Maybe.” “You either do or you don’t.” Raichlos muttered. “There is no ‘maybe’.” Chairon’s green eyes flickered. “I’ve delivered messages for him before. He’s a hermit who lives deep in the forests of Ashenvale.” “A warlock who’s a hermit?” Cassie asked. “Isn’t that a bit… odd?” “If you sealed someone as powerful as Aljei into a crypt, knowing he was immortal until a few years ago, wouldn’t you go into hiding?” Chairon retorted. Mardruk made a grunting noise. “Whatever his choices, he’s the one Aljei is going after next. We have to get there first.” “And how do you suggest that?” Raichlos interjected. “What, we split into Horde and Alliance and take bats and hippogryphs to Ratchet?” The Forsaken priest gave a groan when he realized the group was actually considering that option. “Insane,” he groused, “All of you are fucking nuts.” “It’s a good idea.” Serasin said. “Aljei has a great lead on us. He may be in Kalimdor already. If we are to prevent him from killing dis old one, then we must do all we can to get there first.” “Besides that,” added Nolay, “we could learn if either side has more information on strange happenings.” “Whatever we choose, we have to get to Ashenvale fast.” Mardruk said. “We can wait around and hope we’ll make it on time if we take a land route from here to the north.” “So we’re in agreement then?” Cassie asked, meeting the gazes of the seven others around her. One by one they nodded, all looking grim and determined. “Then we’ll meet at Ratchet. Go as fast as you can. It’s cliché, but we’re the only ones who can stop Aljei.” Mardruk studied Chairon as the rogue padded alongside Raichlos, silent as the five made their way to Camp Mojache. They’d parted ways with the three Alliance at the dock, their destination Ratchet on the coast. The rogue didn’t look at him or anyone else in the group, as though he were brooding. Mardruk kept his broadsword unbuckled in its sheath, just in case Chairon had a sudden change of heart. But Chairon didn’t look back at him. He stared ahead, as though he was embracing his fate. Only once did Chairon glance at Mardruk, those green eyes focused on his face with an odd frown playing on his lips. While it didn’t unnerve Mardruk, it certainly made him curious. “Why?” Mardruk asked finally, the pair awaiting their own bats to take them to Ratchet. Chairon glanced at the larger orc. “Why what?” “Why take the contract if you couldn’t fulfill it?” Chairon shrugged. “Who’s to say I won’t?” “You’d have done it by now.” Chairon shifted. “What do you want me do say, Mardruk? That this noble cause changed me? Showed me the error of my ways? You lot aren’t fun. You aren’t fun. I enjoy the hunt, not the kill.” “How will you explain this to your guild?” “Oh. Them.” Chairon shrugged. “I liked the tale you spun to Tyrrandal. I think he and Cassie actually believed you. No, they’ll forgive me, especially since the pay was more than required and still in their coffers. Besides, my acting weak will bring out the traitors to the guild. Webs within webs my friend.” “You’re bait.” Mardruk reasoned. “Mhm. Cute, very sexy bait too. But just to be clear, I won’t go out of my way to save you. A contract’s a contract. Your friends gave me my life for sparing yours, so I won’t raise a hand against you, but if you gamble your life and lose, I won’t help you.” Mardruk watched the sin’dorei’s small back as the elf climbed onto his bat. Heaving a breath Mardruk decided having an honest rogue in the party was better than a dishonest one. But the dishonest one would at least give you the courtesy of knifing you face-to-face. It was raining in Ratchet when the group arrived. Despite the general sense of urgency, it was collectively decided by the women (all four of them) that it would be foolish to continue without fresh supplies and proper raiments. Mardruk wasn’t surprised when Cassie blew into his room, her red hair piled on her head and pinned with two silver sticks, her body covered in dark leather and cloth. She wore no dress now, but a tunic and breeches, something more suitable for travel than her mage’s weeds. She was beautiful and arousing, and that was what put Mardruk on edge. “Your armour is ready,” Cassie said, a haughty tone to her voice. “Just for future reference, I’m a mage, not a messenger.” “Duly noted.” Mardruk replied, rising from the chair he’d been occupying as he sharpened his sword. “I’ll be down in a minute to get it.” Cassie eyed him for a long while. “What drives you?” Mardruk looked at her. “I told you. Revenge. Duty. My own sense of justice.” “But you could’ve taken off without us. You arrived in Ratchet before us. You could’ve left.” “I could’ve. But it would’ve been foolish.” Mardruk frowned. “What are you getting at, woman?” “What drives you to be the way you are?” Mardruk frowned. He slowly moved toward her and drew her further into the room. He closed the door behind her, then moved her to sit in the chair he’d vacated. When he was sure she’d stay put, Mardruk backed away a few paces and watched her. “What did I do in that cave, Cassie?” The woman’s cheeks flushed. “You kissed me. It wasn’t a real kiss – you were feverish, hurt.” She blurted, as though he’d hurt her. Mardruk crossed his arms over his chest. “I was raised by a veteran of the original Horde. The Fel-possessed orcs.” Mardruk began. “Goran was the kind of warrior who would’ve been content to write poetry instead of teaching whelplings how to kill. How I am, I learned to be that from him, to mix honour and compassion and duty. I’m sorry for kissing you. If you’re afraid-” “Afraid?!” Cassie blurted, jumping out of her chair. She pointed at Mardruk, her eyes blazing with fury. “No man has EVER been so forward with me! Gods damn you, you orc son of a whore! If I hadn’t liked it then you NEVER would have woken up!” Mardruk blinked. “You liked it?” Cassie blinked. Blushed a fierce red. She held her head up, proud. “What? A human woman not good enough for you?” Mardruk tried not to laugh. Cassie would probably castrate him if he did. “Considering I’ve never looked at a woman with any sort of desire, my education in that area is severely lacking.” Cassie’s mouth worked. “Oh.” “Still,” Mardruk continued, “if you think I’m not good enough, I can leave.” A feminine growl escaped Cassie. Since he wasn’t expecting it, Mardruk had little time to react to the woman’s lunge. He managed to dodge the first time, but the second time knocked him flat on his back with her atop him. “We’ve been wandering this miserable land for months,” Cassie snarled, “and getting closer as we went. Then you had to go and KISS me in that fucking cave, had to save my LIFE, and you think you’re not GOOD ENOUGH?!” Mardruk stared at her like a rabbit caught by a prowling wolf. “I would never presume to know such things about myself without your approval first.” Cassie’s lips curled up in a snarl. “That’s what I thought.” She dove down to kiss him, wary of his tusks. Considering he hadn’t really been coherent at the time of their first kiss, Mardruk found this one rather enjoyable. Cassie’s lips were soft and demanding, forcing him to remain compliant and yet encouraging him to participate. Mardruk slid his hands up Cassie’s shoulders and pulled the silver sticks out of her hair, letting the red mass fall free. His fingers curled in the silky strands, then he pulled, forcing Cassie’s head back so he could kiss her throat. She snarled at him. He snarled back; Mardruk’s free hand slid down Cassie’s neck and cupped one breast through her shirt. He marveled at its mushiness, and earned a gasp every time he squeezed it. He let go of her hair and sat up, his hands busily working to get her tunic off. His mouth played at her neck, his tongue teasing at her fluttering pulse. Cassie squirmed over him, half-naked and wanting more. Mardruk felt himself stirring, felt desire course through his blood in a way that wasn’t unlike battle lust. He wanted Cassie, and she had no choice in the matter. Her nails scraped over his scalp as he closed his mouth around her right nipple, one hand supporting her back as the other teased her left breast. Cassie was writhing, panting, but not screaming. Mardruk somehow managed to get to his feet at some point and settled them on the bed in his room, Cassie kicking to get her pants off with his help. He stared at the human, not unlike a lion sizing up an elk. Cassie blushed as those violet eyes roamed her body from her face to her toes. Then Mardruk leaned forward and kissed at her navel, allowing Cassie to get a hold of that linen shirt he wore and pull it off. Her hands ran over powerful, scarred shoulders, a soft breath escaping her each time Mardruk made her squirm. Then Mardruk came up and looked into her eyes. “Do you have something to prevent…?” he asked softly, not finishing for Cassie had reached up to kiss him. “A potion. I’ve been drinking it every day since I was old enough.” Cassie shrugged. “Besides, what’re you going to do? Marry me?” Mardruk blinked. Cassie’s hands quickly busied themselves with his belt, pulling his breeches open. Her hand delved within and Mardruk saw her eyes widen as she touched him. He shivered as her fingers curled around his cock and drew him out. Mardruk thought Cassie looked a little green. “So,” Mardruk began as he tried not to moan as her fingers explored his length, “does this mean I’ll have to call you Jaina?” The look Cassie gave him was so venomous Mardruk should’ve dropped dead right there. But as she drew herself up to yell, Mardruk nudged his hand between her legs and stroked the woman’s wet folds. Suddenly, killing him was far from Cassie’s mind. She arched her hips, feeling Mardruk’s thick fingers slide across her labia and clit, sending spikes of pleasure up her spine that settled in her brain. She fisted him, stroking the hard shaft with her thumb as she watched Mardruk’s violet eyes fill with want and sheer need. Mardruk’s index finger slid into Cassie’s soft passage, coating the digit in her readiness. She arched and had to bite into her own hand to stifle her cry as he crooked his finger and ran it against the soft walls inside her. The fact that his cock was abandoned in favour of clutching the sheets didn’t bother him. Instead, Mardruk was too focused on seeing Cassie writhe beneath him, her hips gyrating to get his digit deeper inside of her. Then Cassie’s hands shot up toward his face, one hand tangling in Mardruk’s black hair and the other grabbing onto a tusk to pull his face closer to hers. “Would you get ON with it!” Cassie hissed, her chest heaving for breath. Mardruk twitched her finger with a smile. “As you wish.” He pulled his finger from Cassie’s body, rubbing his thumb and index fingers together on purpose to accentuate the viscous coating. Cassie turned red; Mardruk wasn’t sure if it was anger or arousal. It was that fluid he smeared on his own arching flesh, his lover’s fluid mixing with his own to provide a little lubricant. There was no denying he’d hurt her, so he hoped his ministrations were enough. He heard Cassie growl and suddenly Mardruk found himself on his back with the woman above him, her eyes ablaze with desire. “Cassie-” “Shut up.” Cassie growled, rising up to get what she wanted in her hands. Then she steadied herself, and pushed her hips down. Mardruk’s hands went to her hips, groaning as he felt wet heat envelop him. There was resistance at first, then Mardruk bucked up a little and his cock disappeared inside Cassie. The mage gasped as she was filled, her eyes closed as she felt Mardruk settle in her belly. She forced him to stay still, and he complied, too busy marveling the feel of Cassie around him. She opened her eyes and met Mardruk’s violet gaze. Cassie swallowed, seeing emotion there in those orbs she hadn’t expected. He held onto her so gently, thumbs stroking her hips as he waited for her. Cassie wasn’t a virgin. Her experiences with sex had been unpleasant enough for her to swear off for a while. But Mardruk… the orc was just so naïve about it. No man had ever waited for her. But Mardruk was content to rest beneath her, content to wait for her. She’d seen the emotion in his eyes when they’d run from the yeti. Mardruk loved her. Cassie lifted her hips and began the rhythm. She voiced her pleasure, feeling Mardruk each time she went up and down. He was panting, stroking her breasts, her clit, anything he could reach. Cassie could feel herself growing tighter around him, just as she could see Mardruk was close to orgasm. His eyes betrayed everything to her, like a lover’s gaze. He surged upwards, capturing her in a hug and a fierce kiss as she came, and Cassie moaned as she felt Mardruk’s cock pulse inside of her, filling her. She rested her head against Mardruk’s powerful shoulder, felt him shivering and heaving for breath. Cassie was doing much the same, quivering against the orc. Mardruk settled back on the bed and Cassie slid off of him, settling beside him. Cassie felt Mardruk’s arm come around her and she shivered. She only wished she could tell him she loved him, too.
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