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AN: I guess I should say this disclaimer now: This story is rated Mature, due to the adult language,
violence, and situations. I hope you enjoy. Oh yeah, WoW belongs to Blizzard. Leave me alone.

Love Has Its Reasons

Chapter Two
By: Catriana
Celysel thought herself a woman of patience. Despite the cold and rain, she felt that magic was a very
potent force, and could overcome many obstacles if used correctly. It could even be used to teleport, and
indeed, if she so desired, she could have used her hearthstone, however, doing such a thing would have
ended her in a location that was completely opposite of where she wanted to go. Booty Bay was a very
convenient location; she really didn’t want to go anywhere else. She was on a mission to deliver an
important document to a diplomat in Stormwind, a document that needed to be put in the diplomat’s
hands within 48 hours. The weather was against her, to the point that no ship, even though she didn’t
need it, and nothing that had wings would be moving from this area.
“Not at least till tomorrow or the next day…” the goblin had told her.
“I cannot…wait that long.” Celysel said with fake politeness and clenched teeth. “I have a very important
document that must be taken to Stormwind as soon as possible, I simply cannot wait on this.”
It wasn’t the goblin’s problem, so he simply shrugged. “Sorry, you can either wait, or you can try it on
foot.”
This was also out of the question. The storm was bad; it would be stupid to go out on foot with such
dangerous creatures lurking in the shadows waiting to kill. The storm was said to last for a few days, but it
was also promised to lighten up soon, so travel would continue as scheduled. She didn’t want to lose
time but what could she do in her situation? This got her back to thinking about magic. Couldn’t they just
use magic to protect the beasts? Maybe that was asking a bit too much.
Rain, probably, but these winds would be hard for anything in the air. The magic wouldn’t be able to
fight off the wind.
She forced herself to think calmly and not try and throttle the goblin. She already had a distinct dislike for
goblins, coming to Booty Bay had been indeed her last resort. Her frustration in the possibility of not
being able to get to Stormwind in time was making her outward mask slowly dissipate, which could be a
bad thing for the goblin in front of her.
“Is there nothing I can do to be on my way?” Celysel asked him as politely as she could “Perhaps some
gold is in order…?”
“No. Ain’t nothing goin’ out there, get used to it lady.” Extremely impatient with Celysel’s banter, the
goblin turned his back away from her, walking away. It is always a mistake to turn your back on a creature
that had the potential to become very hostile quite quickly. A dark shadow with bright glowing eyes
loomed over the goblin’s head, Celysel’s staff raised and ready to strike. Dismiss her would he? He would
regret such an insult to her person with a few knots on his head. Her patience had reached its limit and
beyond, a little payback for his rudeness would make her feel so much better…
“Wut we be havin’ ‘ere?” a voice drawled and suddenly, Celysel found herself unable to move her arms,
something having them in a vice-like grip. Firmly she was dragged backwards a few paces until she was
side by side with a creature with light blue skin.
Interesting, I barely come up to his chest Celysel thought rather numbly as she regarded her captor. He
skillfully plucked the staff from her smaller hands, releasing her afterwards. Looking up, Celysel was faced
with a rather toothy grin as the stranger leaned slightly on her staff, obviously amused by her antics.
No, not a stranger. It was that Troll that she had encountered only two months ago. Lorkan it was? She
had thought about him often after their first meeting, especially about how different and intriguing he was
compared to the stories that she had been told. Lorkan hadn’t changed much since she had last seen
him. His hair was still the same length and his animal Jork was sitting about four paces away, glaring at
her. The pet’s dislike for her obviously hadn’t diminished any either. His clothing was slightly different, for
one he was wearing more clothing. He had on leather pants and boots, only the boots had no bottom to
them. His vest matched his pants, even his wristbands matched. He had even purchased a new rifle, for
the old one he had was no longer strapped to his back. Celysel did not want to know why she had
remembered such details after meeting him only once, and while Trolls for the most part looked the same
to her, she knew that she’d be able to find him in a crowd anywhere. She reached for her staff and he
simply moved away, keeping it at arms length. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get it trying a reaching
contest; his limbs were much longer than hers.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, sounding a bit more exasperated than she had meant to. She
didn’t like to show her inward emotions too often, that led to vulnerability.
“Dis be neutral territory leetl’ she-elf.” He said cheerfully, placing her staff on his shoulders and letting his
arms hang limply from her weapon. Her weapon. It was funny had he had no regard towards her things,
or her on top of that. “I can be ‘ere all day, all night if I want.” He winked at her “An’ den some mon.”
There he went with that she-elf thing again. Had she thought him intriguing? Maybe annoying as hell
was better. Already in a foul mood, Celysel decided to try and reclaim her weapon back instead of trying
to argue the issue of her name again. He obviously hadn’t listened the first time, and she did so hate to
repeat herself. She jumped up to try and grab it, but he leaned back, making her instead brush up
against him. She ignored the warm feeling that went through her body at the contact. After a few tries of
this, and wanting to choke him when his grin only got wider and his glances became more heated, she
stopped, glaring at him in defiance. She was getting so tired at being his source for amusement. “My
staff.” She said, not feeling like saying anything more. He knew what she meant, there was no need to
elaborate.
“Wut ‘bout it?” he asked, grinning that shit eating grin of his. Violent thoughts went through her mind,
but she squashed it. She was a Night Elf, not a barbarian. “Be wantin’ it back?”
“Yes, if you don’t mind.” She flashed a fake smile at him “It’s cold and wet and I’m tired of standing out
here with idiots.” The goblin, who she had meant for him to hear, ignored her. Lorkan’s grin simply would
not fade away, and the more she spoke, it seemed the more he enjoyed grinning.
“Ya be right ‘bout dat. Win’s gettin’ stronga. Ya may be wantin’ ta seek shelta fo’ da night she-elf.”
Why do you care? She wanted to hiss at him, instead she simply adjusted her cloak on her body, not
that it did much now to shield her from the rain. So far, the wind had died down a bit, but the goblins
were convinced that it’d start back up worse than before in an hour, so everything was beginning to close
down, especially travel paths. Sighing, Celysel held out her hand “Well, return my weapon to me and I’ll
be on my way to an Inn for the night and you can go get drunk and be merry.”
Lorkan laughed heartily at this, fixing Celysel with an amused stare, shifting the staff to one hand. After
calming down enough to speak, he leaned forward and stared her right in the eyes, dropping his voice
down to a whisper “Ya fo’got da part ‘bout me gettin’ felt up by hot she-elves like yaself mon.” he winked
at her.
“Disgusting!” she spat, appalled by his forward behavior. She snatched her weapon from his hand and
stormed past him, ignoring his laughter. How dare he come on to her like that? Had he no decency? He
was a Troll, she a Night Elf, he had obviously lost his mind.
Or perhaps not. It was well known that Trolls weren’t very picky when it came to sex, they were pretty
open about that sort of thing. Of course, because of the two different sides it was now uncommon for
Trolls to try associating with those of the Alliance, but obviously Lorkan had no such ideas about up
keeping that. When she stormed past him he followed, his long legs more than able to keep up with her
quick pace. Jork was prowling behind his master, obviously quite unhappy with how this scene was
playing out.

Lorkan, was pretty convinced that he was losing his mind. He had arrived about an hour or so before
Celysel to Booty Bay, and had met up with the same problem, only he needed a ship. It didn’t matter to
him if he got to the Barrens at any particular time so he hadn’t made such a fuss about not being able to
leave. Instead he had lounged around the area, spoke to some friends that were passing by and got
himself a room at the inn. It was after he left the inn that he saw Celysel, and although he had sworn to
himself that he wasn’t going to associate with her, he found himself wandering over to her spot where she
was trying to haggle the unfortunate goblin who putting a nice wrench in her plans to leave as soon as
possible. Because he didn’t want Celysel to get in trouble, he had even go so far as to stop her from
trying to beat the goblin to death. The flirting, however, was going a bit too far. He couldn’t really help
himself though, she was so easy to anger, and she was so damn sexy when riled up. She hadn’t
changed much though, her outfit looked a darker shade of green than when he had seen her two months
ago, but it was pretty much unrevealing and left too much to the imagination. She was starting to grow
her hair out he saw, for her shoulder length hair was now down almost to her shoulder blades. He briefly
wondered how her hair would feel in his hands. Probably silky and well taken care of, just like that sexy
shade of blue skin that was just begging to be tasted…
A rumble from Jork shook Lorkan out of his slight stupor. He honestly needed to stop thinking about her
like that. Sure she was hot, most Night Elves were, but going down that path was a dark and dangerous
one. It didn’t help that he hadn’t had a good lay in almost a year, unheard of for his kind. It was driving
him a bit crazy, maybe that was why he couldn’t get his mind off of her ‘assets’. It also wasn’t helping
that she kept jumping to get her weapon from his grasp, her body, which was quite warm and soft despite
the rain and wind, kept brushing against him, which was only riling him up more.
He had teased her without mercy, making her become so infuriated that she stomped off in a huff,
clutching the weapon that he had so easily plucked from her hands into the Inn. He walked with her for a
bit, and then, petting his wet, irritated, and miserable animal, he led Jork over to the pet stables, deciding
to let the caretakers do their magic on his friend. Lorkan knew he’d probably have to really give Jork
some special treatment for everything he had been putting the animal through. Afterwards, he went back
into the Inn, a tad bit surprised at what he found.
The Inn was filled with mostly Horde, and within that, mostly Orcs. Throwing a few waves to some familiar
faces with unfamiliar names, Lorkan looked around for the she-elf, and found her. She was sitting at the
bar, getting some rather strange looks from the orcs, a tall empty glass sitting by her arm. Raising an
eyebrow, Lorkan practically glided his way through the disorderly arrangements of Orcs in the area, easily
sliding into a bar stool beside her. A grin beginning to emerge on his face he leaned his head on his
hand, looking at her with a rather lazy expression.
“Ain’t cha a leetl’ young ta be gettin’ drunk she-elf?” he asked her. When her body tensed he allowed
himself a small victory. He knew she despised the nickname he had given her, and he made sure to use
it quite a bit when he wanted to make her mad.
It always seems to work.

She slowly turned her head to him, her eyes narrowing in barely concealed anger. An argument perhaps?
She seemed like the type that would be fun to argue with. “And what, may I ask, is that supposed to
mean?” she wanted to know.
Hook.
“I jus’ sayin’, ya a leetl’ wet behind da ears if ya know wat I mean. At least take it easy, dun wancha
overdoin’ it.”
Line.
He could tell she was about to explode at any moment, and he sat back, preparing himself for it. She was
indeed young to be so impressionable. Most mature Night Elves would have ignored him, finding him too
beneath them to even consider attempting to debate with them. For some reason he liked the fact that
Celysel seemed so different from all those other stick-in-the-ass Night Elves.
“I am not wet behind the ears.” She hissed at him, her chin raising in her defiant way. Lorkan was sure
that it was strictly a habit of hers. She probably thought it made her look regal or something.
Sinker.
“Really now?” he asked casually “I dunno, ya haven’t really…”
“Don’t believe me?” she asked, her defiant glare turning into a grin that made him feel a little uneasy
“Shall I prove it to you then?” she asked, her grin becoming a bit wider.
He’d rather she didn’t. An argument was fine, her doing something reckless and having the entire Horde
in the building come down on her was not. “Ey, now leetl’ she-elf…” he began
She ignored him. “Bartender, I want a glass of your strongest drink..”
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

The bartender plopped down a glass of light blue liquid. If one looked closely, they would be able to see
small specks of light within them, making it look almost like a galaxy. Lorkan knew this drink, its initial
name was ‘Moonlight Vale’ but eventually became ‘Milky Way’ because of the way it looked. The average
Orc could only take three shots of that drink before they were drunk, Celysel was having a glass of it.
Lorkan briefly wondered if Night Elves could get alcohol poisoning.
The Hunter Troll looked around, feeling uneasy about the stares Celysel was getting. They had ignored
the fact that he was sitting beside her, mostly because Orcs didn’t really care too much for what Trolls
did, plus, they knew them to be the horny bastards that they were, but Celysel, she was a different story.
Smirks and grins began to shine in the tavern, and Lorkan could even see the small gleam of knives. He
could already tell what they were thinking. Wait till she gets drunk, let her leave, kill her. Who would
know? They’d probably just dump her body somewhere and claim that animals killed her if anyone came
asking. No one would tell the truth, and the animals would probably start to devour her before anyone
came asking. The thought of her being disemboweled was uncomfortable to him for some reason, so he
tried to grab her arm when she reached for the glass. Determined to prove him wrong, she reached over
with her other hand, grabbed the drink and downed it all. With a small squeak and an off comment about
how it tasted like juice, he simply stared at her, dumbstruck. She had to be wet behind the ears if she
didn’t know how bad that drink was. The thought of poisoning once again entered his mind and he
reached for her, a little unsure of what to do.
“See?” she began, looking at him with a shaky grin. Her naturally glowing eyes were becoming a bit
dimmer, her face was beginning to don a bright reddish tint to it. The drink was going to hit her hard, he
knew it. He needed to get her out of harms way. If he simply left her here, she’d surely die.
But den ya wouldn’t ‘ave ta worry bout ‘er anymore now would ya? An unbidden thought came into his
head. He squashed it. Sure she was the enemy, but she wasn’t a bad person, she didn’t need to die
because she was trying to prove a point that held no real value. That wasn’t the way anyone should die.
Resolved in his conclusion, he stood up and slipped his arm around her back, the other reaching
underneath her legs. She squeaked again and giggled, slinging her arms around his neck, looking up at
him with half closed eyes.
“Told ya I wasn’t wet behind the ears.” She said triumphantly, and surprising him with her ability to keep
from seriously slurring. Four or five of those drinks had him roaring drunk and slurring off his ass. Trying
very hard to ignore the hard stares he was getting from the Orcs he bent down to whisper in her ear.
“Stay still mon, it not safe fer ya ta be doin’ such reckless tings.” He told her, his lips accidentally
brushing against her ear. Her skin felt good, a little too good for his liking. Get ‘er upstairs first Lorkan…
he thought to himself and shifted her in his arms, ignoring the glares with an effort as he began the short
trip up the stairs and into his room.
Most rooms in an inn were the same. They had a large bed, a dresser with a mirror, a bathroom and
maybe one or two windows. Some of his belonging were already in the room laying against the dresser,
mostly things that he used for traveling long distances. With no small skill, he unsoldered his gun while
still holding Celysel in his arms, closing the door with his foot at the same time. He let himself feel a bit
proud of his multitasking skills as he set the giggling Elf girl on the bed.
She sat back, arching her back a bit as she regarded him “I wiped that stupid grin off your face.” She
said, tilting her head in a way that dared him to challenge her new accomplishment.
Slightly annoyed by that statement he walked over to his dresser, sitting down and removing his boots
one by one. “Dat so mon?” he asked absently. Her little antics could have gotten them both injured, it
was a good thing he got them out of there when he did.
“Of course.” She said with the utmost confidence as she tried to get up off the bed “I’m better at you in
everything.”
Getting up and walking over toward her because she made another fool of herself, Lorkan began to feel a
little agitated. What was she trying to prove anyway with the ‘I’m better than you’ crap? He didn’t really
give a shit about that stuff, but it seemed to be of the utmost importance to her. It really was annoying.
“Sure mon, whatever.” His voice held none of its usual cheer, he simply stood by and waited for her to
wobble and possibly fall on her face from being an idiot and drinking too much like child.
“Jealous?” she wanted to know. She wobbled a bit and Lorkan shot out an arm to steady her.
“Hardly.” He said, trying to guide her back to the bed. Why had he wasted his time with this woman
again? “Get some sleep she-elf. Ya gonna be hatin’ yaself in da mornin’.”

“You don’t believe me.” It was a statement and she looked a little offended by his nonverbal agreement
“Fine then, test me. An…s…s..stop callin’ me she-elf. I detest that name.”
He flashed her a humorless smile “Test ya huh? Rather not, since ya be drunk off ya preety leetl’ ass.”
He did smile at that, amused by his joke. He let his thoughts wander for a bit. Oh yes, she did have a
nice cute little…
“I can dance better than you.” She cut in, interrupting his thoughts. At this statement, he did grin toothily,
ideas coming into his head faster than he could possibly think.
“Dat so?” he said. Night Elf women were rumored to have the most beautiful dancing in all of the land.
He had never seen it before, and she had caught his interest “Ya right, I dun believe ya.” The only
downside to this situation was that she was drunk, so the dance probably wouldn’t be as good. Oh well,
she’d still probably look pretty good doing it, so he’d take his losses.
She moved away from his grip, still a little wobbly “A contest then.” She said “I’ll prove to you that I’m the
better dancer…that I’m better at everything.”
The grin never faded “Less talkin’ mo dancin’ she-elf.” He remarked.
He watched as she wobbled over to the middle of the room, still very unsteady on her feet. She turned a
bit when she reached her destination and then wobbled horribly, flapping her arms and trying not to fall.
He didn’t help her this time, she’d probably get mad if he did. Besides that, his heart was beginning to
pound rather loudly in his ears, and he had no idea as to why.
Then suddenly, Celysel closed her eyes and stood up to her full height. She breathed in, and then out,
slowly. She did this for about ten seconds before her eyes opened, their bright depths staring at the wall,
her face serene but serious. Any signs of her being drunk were gone now; it was if her body had taken up
a mind of its own. Before his mind had fully processed what was going on, Celysel had begun her dance,
and he could do nothing but stand there, entranced. Her movements were as fluid as the finest silk, her
body moved almost provocatively and yet at the same time, it was beautiful. Her clothing that had
seemed to cover too much now seemed to not cover enough as she danced. Her gaze turned to him,
dark and inviting. It was probably a part of the dance, and he wondered if there was a male version to it,
because he definitely wanted to learn it and dance it with her. Lorkan had seen dances before, he had
seen people even try to imitate the Night Elves dance, but it was nothing, absolutely nothing, compared
to what Celysel was doing. She didn’t jump around or leap or anything, her movements were always
steady, always flowing, always graceful. She looked like an exotic doll, a priceless object that was meant
to be locked away and kept to themselves. Despite the fact that she had no partner she looked at him as
if he was. He didn’t even have to move as she danced her away over to him. He stood as still as a statue
as her body brushed against his ever so lightly, as her lips brushed over his chest like a feather. He
refused to move when he felt her hands, warm and inviting, hover over his skin. He didn’t move at all, he
simply watched her, for he could do nothing else. A minute later she was moving away from him, her
body going long with music that he could not hear, and at the moment, he really didn’t give two shits
about. Need hit him hard, and as he watched her wind down into a series of bends and swerve of hips he
felt his desire for her rise to a strength he hadn’t realized he felt. It might have been because he hadn’t
been in the arms of a woman in a while, it could have been those few drinks he had had earlier, but he
doubted it. Maybe it was just something that had been building up inside of him these past two months
and he hadn’t realized it, he honestly didn’t know. What he did know was that if she continued to press
herself against him like that, he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions.
When she stopped she was breathless and he watched with slight fascination at how her chest rose and
fell. With a sigh and a slight hiccup, she began to take off her clothes. Of course she was. She was trying
to torture him, test his limits.
Well, he was at his limits and then some.
“It’s so hot…” she muttered as she began to strip out of the slightly baggy pants. “Aren’t you hot?”
“Ya mon.” he said, his voice coming out thicker than he had wanted it to. He swallowed, finding his throat
rather tight. “Real hot.”
She smiled at him then, but he could still tell that she was drunk. She was hiding it pretty well, he had to
give her credit for that at least. “And I told you I could dance better…” she paused in her speech as she
removed her pants. Now clad in only a bra and underwear, she tried to force herself to walk straight over
to him, but she ended up tilting more to the side. She did successfully reach him, however, and was now
looking up at him, her expression one of defiance and success. He wasn’t looking at her face, he was
looking at the lovely view she was giving him.
Gods, he wanted her so badly.
“It’s…your turn.” She said, trying not to tilt to the side “C’mon, let’s see what you got.” In order to better
stabilize herself, her body began to use his for support, and in Lorkan’s mind, that was the final straw.
When she looked back up at him, instead of answering her his arms pulled her tightly to his body,
immediately reacting to the softness of her body against his. She gave him a slight quizzical look and as
she opened her mouth to ask him what he was doing, his head came down and his lips captured hers,
pulling her into a powerful and slightly rough kiss.
Celysel was confused by the sudden reaction, so at first, she simply stood there, letting Lorkan kiss her.
Her mind was buzzing and she felt a bit giddy after her dance, but this was different. It wasn’t a bad
different, his lips were surprisingly soft against her own, but it wasn’t expected. She had been kissed
before by males of her age, it was always awkward and more annoying than anything else. This was
different, he knew what he was doing, she could tell. At first he the kiss was passionate, almost forceful,
but then it seemed as if he were trying to coax her into returning the kiss. It felt good to her, and her mind
was so cloudy and light she felt herself complying, mimicking his movements. For her efforts she received
a soft moan and wandering hands. She felt one of his hands move up her back and neck, coming to rest
in her hair. He was slowly massaging her scalp, and it was so relaxing. His other hand had moved down
instead of up, his hand moving over her posterior and pressing her pelvis to his, and for the first time she
felt something hard against her belly as she kissed another man. Of course, she knew what it was and
what it meant, but she didn’t feel as repulsed by it as she would have thought. Indeed, as his lips left her
mouth he began to run kisses up and down her neck, leaving a trail of fire behind him. She felt her
breathing quicken and an unfamiliar but comfortable heat began to pool down in her belly. She felt his
hands slide down to her thigh and with more strength than she thought he had, he lifted her and set her
gently down on the bed, his body following on top of hers. His hand that had been massaging her scalp
left to her chagrin, only to move to her front, his hand moving down to her breast. His other hand was
moving up her thigh, spreading her leg a bit to the side to give himself better access to her. The heat in
her belly began to burn hotter, and an unfamiliar feeling began to rise in her. She was liking what he was
doing to her, and it felt like it wasn’t enough. She wanted more, she wanted more from him. Her gasps
turned into moans as his hand began massaging her breast, and his kisses began to trail down to her
other breast, his breath hot on her skin. She could still feel his length against her, thick and hot with
desire. Something in her wanted to be afraid, but she was a little too drunk to care about little things like
fear. Whatever he was doing to her was wonderful, and she didn’t want it to stop.
Obviously, neither did he. Within seconds her bra had been removed from her and his mouth greedily
found her breast, nibbling, licking, sucking. It seemed that her panting had become moans, and the
more she moaned the more he did what she desired. His other hand was still giving attentions to her
breast, massaging and kneading with his hand that seemed to big for anything but was just right for
everything. She found her hips had a mind of their own as she began to roll them, arching her back to
move against him. For her efforts she was rewarded with a rather loud groan and a thrust of his hips,
which she decided she needed to have more of. His mouth moved from one breast to another, his hand
replacing where his mouth had been. She felt her nether region start to become warm and moist from his
attentions, and she realized that she was beginning to desire him as much as he obviously desired her.
Her fingers found his hair and dug in, reveling in the texture of it. It was softer than she had imagined, but
not as fine and well taken care of as hers. She found she liked that.
Without warning, his hands shot to her panties and within seconds they were gone, his mouth leaving
her breasts and moving down further, his hands moving down to her hips to seemingly hold her in place.
“Lorkan…” she breathed, startled by her own voice “W..what are you…?” before she could finish her
question he answered it for her with his actions rather than words. Moving her legs apart he delved into
her with his tongue. He licked and tasted, his tongue dipping into her deepest core as he groaned, his
fingers digging into her hips. She cried out in pure pleasure, she arched her back and tried to push
herself further, but he held her fast. Her fingers found his hair again and she held his head there as he
made love to her with his mouth, his tongue finding her bud and stroking mercilessly, reveling in her
moans and cries. She suddenly began to feel as if her body were rising higher, tightening up with built up
pleasure that screamed to be released. He was taking her higher, and higher…
Until he abruptly stopped and began to move on top of her, and she almost shot him a glare. She had
been so close, it had felt so good. Was he trying to torture her? “Lorkan…” she said, her hips moving
against him “Why…?”
“Shhhh.” He said softly, his warm hands moving over her body “I ain’t done yet. Oh no, not yet leetl’
Elf…” his voice was dark with passion, his eyes felt like they were boring into her own, and she was
helpless to stop it, no, she didn’t want him to stop, she never wanted it to stop.
His hand began to trail down her body again, stopping again at her womanhood. Her breath caught in
her throat as she anticipated the extreme pleasure she had been waiting for. She felt his fingers begin to
stroke her again as his tongue had, and she gasped, bringing his head down to hers for a forceful kiss.
He met her all the way, his tongue sliding into her mouth, invading, almost as if he were claiming her.
She matched him in intensity her hands moving from his hair to wander his body. His back was strong
despite appearances, and her fingers began to knead and rub in spots, earning her a few groans for her
trouble. His fingers had stopped stroking her and instead, he dipped one finger into her, parting their kiss
as he watched her reaction. She gasped at the sudden invasion. It didn’t hurt, but it did feel a little tight
and uncomfortable.
“You be a virgin.” He said softly against her ear “I’ll be gentle.” He cooed, as if trying to comfort her from
something terrifying.
She was a bit confused at first until he slowly began to insert two fingers into her. This time it was a little
painful and she gripped his shoulder, her expression looking a mixture between pained and confused.
He kissed her forehead gently in a reassuring manner “Dun fear, it’ll hurt, but just at first. Relax.”
Leaning back she decided to take his advice and try to relax. His fingers moved within her for a bit, trying
to let her adjust to it. It only took a minute before her pained _expression turned into a pleasurable one,
and then he removed his fingers, leaving her bereft once again. She didn’t stay annoyed for too long,
because after he removed his fingers an even bigger mass began to enter her body, and she knew what
it was. It was thick, and hard, and Celysel for a split second wondered if she should really be losing her
virginity to a Troll.
He’s not just another Troll. She thought to herself and then realized that this was strikingly true.
He moved slowly, even though she could tell it was causing him a bit of discomfort. She had always
heard that it felt better for men than it did for women, but she had never tried to find out. She felt her body
stretching to accommodate his size, although it wasn’t as painful as it would have been had he not let
her adjust. It took him almost a full minute to merge fully inside of her, his body already shining with a thin
layer of sweat, his breathing hard and labored. When he began to move inside of her, his groans became
louder and longer, and she continued to try and relax as he said, and let herself adjust.
And then, and then it began to feel oh so good.
The pain disappeared leaving her with only pleasure. She found herself wrapping her legs around his
body, pulling him closer, she had to have him closer. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before
in her life, and she couldn’t get enough of it. His strokes were at first slow, he rolled his hips to try and
stretch her out a bit more. Every stroke felt as if she were being electrocuted in her softest core, sending
pleasure from her head down to her toes. Her nails dug into his back and she arched her back to meet
him, her moans matching his in volume, the room becoming hotter and hotter.
“More…” she groaned “More…Goddess!” she cried out as he grunted, his thrusts beginning to become
harder and faster. His hand was using the headboard as support as he moved into her with all he had,
faster and faster, deeper and deeper, until she couldn’t tell where she started and he began.
“T…ya so tight…” he breathed, and she could heard his fingers digging into the wood of the headboard,
the bed was already creaking loudly as if about to break.
Celysel didn’t care. All that mattered was Lorkan and this moment. Her body was rising up again,
tightening and building up pressure, more pressure than last time. Her groans became cries, and she
actually had to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming his name. It was suddenly too much,
way too much all at once, and when she came for the first time, she did so with so much force that she
was physically shaking. Spots exploded from her vision, all of the pressure that had been building up
inside of her was unleashed in a torrent of pleasure that just washed over her, wave after wave, after
wave…
She heard his own strangled cry as he joined her soon after, her own body milking him of all he could
give as he came, his body still continuing to thrust into her even as the aftershocks took hold. She felt his
body still shaking along with hers as they laid there finally spent. After a few minutes she felt Lorkan’s
warm body move off of hers and she tried to cling onto him but he shook his head and gave her a shaky
smile. Before she could begin to feel even a little cold, however, he pulled her into his arms, cradling her
close to him as he began to stroke her hair.
“Dat was…” he began and then stopped. She had a feeling that maybe he didn’t have an explanation,
because she sure as hell couldn’t come up with any words to explain what just happened.

Instead of coming up with an answer for him, she simply snuggled closer to him and closed her eyes.
She felt so tired after what just happened between them, and it didn’t take her long to find slumber.

The morning was a harsh mistress. Celysel woke up with a striking headache and a rather deliciously
sore body. She sat up in bed and covered her eyes from the sun that was trying to peek in through the
clouds. Sun was bad. She didn’t like the sun.
Her thoughts were hazy and she couldn’t think straight. Where was she? Last night was somewhat of a
blur for her. She remembered drinking a glass of liquid that tasted like berry juice, and then…
Her hand brushed against something soft and warm and she looked down, her eyes widening in alarm as
she realized just what that warm thing was.
Lorkan.
Oh Goddess, she had slept with Lorkan.
Memories hit her hard as well as desire as she remembered last night. What has she been thinking? Oh
wait, she hadn’t been, she had been drunk.
This can’t happen. She thought I’m a Night Elf, he’s a Troll. But I just…I slept with him, he was my first, I
can’t believe I did this, my father, everyone, what would they think? But try as she could, she could
bring herself to regret it. Oh no, she had enjoyed it, from the time he had kissed her till her climax, she
had enjoyed every last bit. It didn’t matter that it was wrong, or that she barely knew him, or that her heart
skipped a beat now when she glanced at him. That didn’t matter. What mattered is that deep down in
her heart, she’d do it again.
“Goddess forgive me.” She whispered and began to slide out of the bed, hoping to quickly dress and
leave. Of course, she wasn’t so fortunate, as a long arm snaked out and grabbed her, Lorkan’s eyes
boring into her as he stared at her with such intensity. She didn’t want him to look at her that way.
“Celysel…” he began
No. She didn’t want to hear it. She didn’t. She had to get away, she needed to get away. “I…I have to
go.” She was shaky, her head hurt, she felt good and yet like crap at the same time, and she felt like she
was going to be sick “Please, I need to go.”
He sat up and moved to grab her but she maneuvered out of his way, scrambling for her clothes. This
had been a mistake, even if she didn’t regret it, it was a mistake. “I have to leave…I have to…”
“Celysel.”
No, no, no! Why now, why was he using her name? When he said it, it just did things to her heart that
she didn’t want to happen “No, I can’t, please Lorkan…”
When she had grabbed her clothes she looked up only to stare at Lorkan’s chest. Strong hands grabbed
her shoulders and she felt herself being pulled into an embrace.
“It happened.” He said softly “It won’t bad, come back ta bed.” He was trying to comfort her, to calm her
down. She could feel it; he didn’t think she was thinking straight. She was, he just wasn’t thinking
straight.
“Please, let me go.” She said “This is wrong. We…what we did…”
“It was good right?” he said “Don’t fight it leetl’ un. C’mon, let’s talk bout dis.”
“No.” she said firmly, pushing him away. She quickly began to put on her clothing. It was still damp from
last night, but she didn’t care. “I have to go, I’m sorry. I just…I just can’t deal with this right now.”
“A’right.” came the soft reply.
He let her change and leave without saying or doing anything else. When the door closed softly behind
her, Lorkan sat down, shaking his head. Whether or was more towards himself or her was undetermined.
“I be a fool mon.”

AN: The ending felt rushed to me, but me beta readers liked it, so I stuck with it. Besides that, it worked
out for the best in the next few chapters. Umm, I’d just like to add now that Celysel and Lorkan are
going to have a very physical relationship to start out with due to the circumstances of their relationship.
I wasn’t going to put this up until Monday, but I’m starting to get positive reviews on FF.net, so I decided
to give you all a treat :) There may be some grammar mistakes in this chapter, as I my betas weren’t
done editing, so I’ll update it with the newer chapter when I get it from them. Excuse any mistakes you
see that are painfully obvious.
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