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Goblin Debts	By : errihuseamonster Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2
Kian tugged at the hem of her poorly made
dress, trying to straighten it out, as she sat on the small bed waiting for the
next customer. Gruben had adamantly insisted the only clothing she could wear
was that which she created herself. Her skill was slowly improving, but she was
still a sloppy tailor. At least he let her wear clothing when she wasn�t
pleasing customers. Thank the Nether for small mercies, she thought
acidly. She consoled herself with visions of the bloody and violent end she�d
subject the goblin to if she ever managed to get the collar off.
Her door burst open suddenly and she jumped
like a startled rabbit. Gruben smirked at her. �Get to the business room. Your
next appointment is here. And take off those ridiculous rags!� her owner
barked. Kian sighed and stripped silently, and followed the goblin, wondering
who was going to use her body today.
Ironic, wasn�t it? She�d taken the form of
just about every humanoid species she�d encountered before going through the
portal. Now in Azeroth, she�d taken the dicks of just about every humanoid
species there was. From arakkoa to undead, she�d had the cocks of the known
world in her mouth, hands, pussy and ass. The strangest had actually been the
sole draenei, who had lectured her on the evils of her lifestyle before fucking
her in the ass.
They arrived at the �business room�, a
gaudily decorated room stocked with just about every aid to every kink
imaginable. Kian thought it was outr�, but she knew better than to ever say
that to Gruben. As her captor closed the door behind her, she settled on the
large, heart-shaped bed, taking care to lounge seductively, and idly wondered
what she�d be entertaining this evening. She hoped it wasn�t another ogre. She
still ached from the last one.
After a short wait, the door opened, and a
finely dressed undead strode in. As he gracefully closed the door behind him,
Kian suppressed a stab of worry. Her experiences with undead had revealed that
most of them had some kind of hangup over sex. She still had nightmares over
the rogue who, unable to get it up, had settled for wielding his dagger
expertise on her body, leaving her bleeding and near death. He�d paid enough to
Gruber for the healing, even enough to make sure there would be no scars, but
she still never wanted to experience that again.
He�d kept himself well, at least. His
blue-black hair (nearly the same shade as her own, actually) was stylishly cut
and clean. His hands and talons were manicured, and his pale grey skin was
obviously well cared for. He was immaculate. As he neared, Kian caught a whiff
of cologne, with no trace of putrefaction. She resisted the urge to arch her
eyebrows in surprise.
The undead gave her an elaborate bow. �Good
evening, madame. My name is Duchene. Who do I have the honor of addressing
tonight?� he asked in a beautiful baritone. She lost control of her eyebrows.
�I�m Kian.� she managed. Duchene took her
hand and kissed it. She wondered what he�d been smoking. Her eyebrows achieved
lift-off.
�I am very pleased to meet you, Kian.� The
undead smiled, glowing yellow eyes meeting hers. He did not yet release her
hand. Instead he pulled her gently to her feet (well, hooves), and swung her
into his arms in a close embrace. She had six inches of height on him, but this
apparently did not factor into the equation as he tilted her backwards and
kissed her full on the lips, one hand supporting her, while the other caressed
her body. Her eyebrows left the atmosphere and entered orbit.
She might be no expert, but she�d been around
mortals long enough to know that this wasn�t something one normally did with a
whore. Mind you, he wasn�t a bad kisser at all. Kian suppressed her incredulity
and went with it � Gruben had made it clear from the start that she was to do
whatever the customer desired, no matter how painful, distasteful� or
ridiculous. It was better than being cut up by a psychotic rogue who could only
get his jollies from bringing others pain, or being bent over and violated
roughly by taurens with anal fetishes.
Nevertheless she was somewhat surprised
when, still in the process of tangling her tongue with his own, he reached his
free hand between her legs and carefully, gently, rubbed something that felt good.
Now, Kian had known on an intellectual
level that it was possible for women to experience pleasure from sex. She�d
felt glimmers of it from time to time with some clients, but on the whole, they
weren�t there for her pleasure. This was a totally new experience for
her. And she reacted.
�mmmph!� she said into Duchene�s mouth.
�mmmMMMMMmm!�
Seriously, why did this guy have to pay for
sex? Well kept, obviously moneyed (or Gruben wouldn�t have let him past the
door), urbane and, well, handsome-for-an-undead, and a considerate bed
mate? Something was not right here.
But those thoughts were lost as she started
to respond to his delightful kisses and seductive strokes. Pretty soon she was
breathing hard, and they were both leaning against the bed for support. She�d
started to return caresses of her own, which seemed to please him immensely.
Her heart pounded and a sense of urgency she�d never felt before came over her.
Pressing her body against him (and there was a telling hardness in the right
spot that informed her that the reason he was seeing whores was not
because he was missing parts, or poorly endowed), she fumbled with his clothes
while smothering his neck and face with kisses.
His strong hands closed over hers, and,
ever mindful of his talons (didn�t she just wish all undead were that
considerate), he helped her remove his clothing. His skin under her touch was
cool and silky smooth. His hands returned to her body, and she began her
in-depth exploration of his flesh. He had most of it still.
She was learning more about her body with
every passing second, or rather, Duchene was teaching her. His every touch
found some previously-unknown spot, which ignited beneath his fingers. Under
his clearly expert ministrations, she felt as though her whole body had been
turned to some delicious, erotic flame.
Kian couldn�t stand it anymore. Her fingers
curled around his rock hard member, the heel of her thumb massaging the
dripping tip, smearing the telltale slickness of his own excitement all over
its length. She felt his breath on her neck as he paused his delightful ear
nibble to gasp with pleasure at her touch. �Please,� she whispered.
The undead pulled away from her then, and
she whimpered a bit at the loss of his touch. He gently pushed her legs apart,
and leaned down towards her. But he didn�t take her then, instead he did
something completely unprecedented.
Duchene bent down and slipped his tongue in
the moist, hot, delicately furred slit between her legs. Her surprised and
ecstatic gasp nearly drowned out his low and appreciative groan of pleasure as
he sampled the juices of her sopping, ready pussy. The astonished netherdrake-cum-draenei
gazed down the valley of her breasts in surprise, her wide glowing eyes meeting
his half-lidded golden orbs. There was an intensity in his eyes that she�d
never experienced, a desire almost white-hot. His burning eyes never left her
face as his tongue explored her inner depth, then caressed the sensitive flesh
of her clit.
Moaning loudly, Kian surrendered to the
intense pleasure as the undead�s gentle tongue brought her to her first orgasm.
As she came, Duchene lapped greedily at the fluids that poured forth. The waves
of her orgasm subsided, but darts of tingling pleasure continued to fire
through her with each stroke of his tongue. Then he gave her clit one final
circle, and raised his head from her womanhood.
Dazed but still feeling as though she was
on fire, her body moved seemingly of its own volition as he slid on top of her.
Her legs and knees shifted to allow him greater access, her arms were snaked
around his back even as his slid under her, her mouth was on his (was that
musky sweetness her?), and her hips lifted to meet his first thrust. She cried
out in ecstasy as she took his entire length in, instinctively wrapping her
legs around his waist and locking her hooves together as she bucked under him.
�Ohhhh so sweet,� Duchene�s voice was a
rough growl as he slid his clawed hands under her hips and pushed himself into
her hard and fast. He felt cool and hard inside her, not unpleasant, but that
coolness vanished as he rapidly heated from the contact with her smouldering
flesh. He drove into her with wild abandon. Reckless instinct took over her and
she growled a little in his ear as she gripped him tight and bucked, attempting
to pull him in ever deeper, ever harder.
Their hot, frenzied passion pushed Kian
into yet another explosive, shrieking release. The tightening of her passage
around him made Duchene shout his own pleasure. At the height of it, he
gestured briefly, and she was encased in a golden light. Her eyes flew open in
confusion. A priest shield?
And with the first spasming of his member
inside her, the shadows came flooding in to envelope them both. The golden
shield pulsed, flickered, and vanished under the assault. The shadows wrapped
around Duchene and Kian, and Kian started to scream. But not in pain or fear,
oh no. The line between shadow and nether is a thin one indeed. Kian was
screaming in ecstasy unlike any she had ever known or thought she could know.
Duchene was helpless in her arms, filling her up with his shadow and his seed.
She was helpless in his arms, her whole body convulsing with the intense
pleasure of it all.
Finally, they both lay still, she gasping
and panting for breath, he desperately attempting to get his shadows under
control. By the time he succeeded, she had almost caught her breath. The
shadows flickered out. Duchene pushed his upper body off of her, golden eyes
flickering worriedly as he looked her over. Unwilling to let go of him just
yet, she adjusted the lock of her heels behind his hips.
�Are you� ok? Do you need healing? I�m a
priest�,� Duchene began. Kian put a hand to his lips to still him.
�I�m ok, I�m not hurt. That was�� her eyes
became unfocused in remembrance, �wonderful�� she trailed off.
The undead�s face split into a grin of
incredulous joy. �You are unharmed? You� enjoyed that?� he asked excitedly.
�I�ve never felt that incredible in my
life.� Kian replied honestly.
Duchene allowed himself to relax, laying
atop her, pressing his chest against her own. He kissed her for a long moment,
then spoke. �I don�t know what gods created you, Kian, but it can only have
been in answer to my prayers.�
�Why is that?� she asked, snuggling against
him. She�d never snuggled before, and was quickly discovering she liked it.
�You are the first woman who has not run
screaming when I� when I lose control of the shadows. You are not hurt by them.
It can only be some kind of miracle.� he spoke in her ear. His voice carried
more than a hint of past trauma, of terrible experiences, and of wonder.
Kian debated telling him the truth; that
she was really a dragon. She�d attempted it before, a few times, only to be
laughed at or accused of being delusional. One of the men she told had informed
Gruben, and he had beaten her unmercifully for �telling stories�, and
�attempting to trick someone into freeing her�. She�d never spoken about it
again after that.
Instead, she settled for �Will you come
here again?�
�Yessss�� Duchene hissed.
She thought he might be about to say
something more, but the harsh banging on the door interrupted them both.
�Open up in there!� Gruben�s voice called
through the sturdy wooden door.
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