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Of Race And Revenge	By : Amanita Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: Of Race and Relation

The second body that Cala lead her master to was in much better condition than the troll had been in. It took work to find it, though. Vanyon'fo insisted he help ‘yah lil girl’ move the dead and dismembered bodies that were atop it and, after much work, finally a male night elf was visible.

“Dere yah go, a boyfriend,” Vanyon'fo joked as he examined the man’s head. Salferi examined him with magic, healing mana probing his body for wounds and could only find that he had a concussion. Her cheeks flushed slightly at the troll’s words, because the elf was indeed handsome. Clad entirely in matching leather armor, you could see he had a tall and powerful frame. His lavender skin was a medium tone, but it made his light blue, nearly white, hair stand out all the more… and his face… oh---

“Shush Van...Ah, he … he has a concussion.. Maybe his comrades covered him up to protect him?” Salferi suggested, interrupting her own train of thought of studying the very handsome elf. She shooed the troll away and knelt down by the elf’s head and was able to quickly bring him to consciousness.

“YAAAAAAHHH!!!” the male night elf screamed, bounding up and reaching for a sword that had been at his side, but Vanyon'fo had wisely removed. He looked about himself, at all the dead bodies for a moment, before he turned around and saw the clean young female elf and the large bloody and dirty troll.

“Battle’s over, mon,” Van said calmly, proffering a water skin he had picked up off some fallen enemy at some point. Hesitantly glancing between the Salferi and Vanyon'fo, the soldier took the skin and drank from it deeply.

“I’m Salferi Moonstriker, I was going to enlist, but Elune brought me to this field,” she explained in Darnassian.

Vanyon'fo rolled his eyes and turned away as the two elves spoke in their language. He heard ‘Elune’ again. It was just a damned moon, there was nothing that special about it. Loas could have effect and change, No wonder so many of those damned purple skins had fallen in this fight, they were weaklings. Look, here was one going around probably fully intending on reviving more of the enemy. Vanyon'fo figured either this new more experienced elf would put a stop to her naive actions, or Van would be able to take control of the situation once the next Horde soldier was brought to. No sides anymore, as if that could happen.

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Edvard Anenkar immediately felt uncomfortable once he heard the name of his rescuer. Moonstriker. Her name preceded her. The name was well known through-out Darnassus, the scandalous affairs that had produced the short elf before him. Her pink skin was too light, her ears too slight, and her eyes glowed blue like a high-born, but she was the furthest thing from it. A mongrel that had been tolerated among them all because it had been her parent’s poor choice that created her, and not her own, yet she still used the horrid corruption of the elven and human family names that had been cut and reassembled together.

Her hair that was shades of dark pink, blue, and purple could be natural or affected by potions or magic, but as soon as he heard the name he knew that it was natural. Her mother had had beautiful red hair for the brief fifty years that she had disgraced Teldrassil. Salferi was much too young to have remembered when she had met Edvard, when he had plead with her father to send his… “wife” and child away, to come back to civilization. Instead her mother had fallen ill as the girl had reached maturity. Her father had been slain by a bandit while seeking medical aid, leaving poor Salferi helplessly waiting for her father to return, but whom was not going to return with help as her mother died before her. He had heard she had gone into the priesthood after that. Now, as he had thought he was going to be left for dead on the battlefield, he now realized that the rumor he had heard must have been so.

"...right now we should find more survivors,” she prattled on. “There are no sides if you take my help, just survivors.”

“Elune has brought you many places it seems,” Edvard replied, “You no longer wish to protect your brethren? If you do not enlist, at least to heal, so many more of us will die like your mother.”

It was like she had been hit in the gut and all of the air had been knocked out of her. How could this stranger, in a place so far south and desolate know of what happened to her mother, and also know of her heritage? It took several moments before Salferi could reply, “What do you know of my mother?”

“That if we don’t slaughter the Horde like the animals they are, it will leave more people waiting to die, just like she,” he replied coldly. In common he barked, “Troll give me my sword, I’ll help your little rescue effort.”

Vanyon'fo looked at the smaller elf before returning the weapon to the much larger elf. She looked even paler than she had before, if that was possible, but she nodded that it was safe to return the weapon. A shrill whistle pierced the air and soon a large mist saber came loping over to them.

“I don’t know what you want to accomplish, but a truce for now I suppose is alright,” Edvard said in common, barely glancing at the other elf. “Eruk, go find some alive allies.”

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Between the two sabers and the two strong men, Salferi was able to heal several more people. As much as she hated to see it, both Edvard and Vanyon'fo also put others out of their miseries, sometimes at the request of the poor victim. By the time nighttime fell, a few of the better healed survivors were able to set up a makeshift camp. Vanyon'fo carried a slim blood elf into the camp with Salferi, ready to settle for the night. The girl had lost much blood, but it had stopped now. For her life to be truly saved, it was more now to see if she would last the night to wake in the morning, Salferi had explained, but Van claimed to have another idea.

There were two fires going and plenty of food and water and spirits that had been pilfered from wagons and bodies left on the battlefield. Vanyon'fo set the blood elf girl down beside the only other females they had found, a very shaken draenei who eyed the troll warily, but helped him to set the girl down, and another troll who was a female. She had had barely a nick on her when she had been found, or more found them.

The female troll, whose name it turned out was Telema, which she proudly explained meant ‘queen’ in Zandali, had been attacked personally by three men and drug off into the woods early in the battle. Salferi had really not wanted to hear, but she proudly went on to explain her story anyway, that Telema had apparently mutilated one of the men for raping a captured Horde woman… She had found him, seduced him, and then mutilated his genetalia some days earlier.

Vanyon'fo found it amusing to a point, but their male night elf companion pointed out that the Horde was little better with their captives.

She had managed to fight off the three men, but she had many cuts, bruises, and between Salferi and Telema, there were lacerations and cuts around her womanhood. She had been obviously raped again, but she had managed to punish her rapists. Her lightly green/blue skin blushed slightly as she felt the warm healing between her legs, but Salferi nodded to her, as a sign that she wouldn’t speak a word.

So now there were the four females at the fire, Van, and a male human who had been trying to calm the draenei down for some time. The man and draenei had been found together, but neither had yet to speak much more than brief thanks to Salferi. At the other fire it was all men, they were eating and drinking, and seemingly just joyful to be alive, happy of the truce that Salferi had sternly enforced upon the group.

Vanyon'fo uncapped some trollish grog he had found and held it under the blood elf’s nose. Suddenly her eyes opened and she started, her eyes looking all about her. “Yah be okay,” Vanyon'fo said in Orcish, capping his liquor for later. “Crazy night elf decide tah find survivahs. We made a camp fo’ dah night.” Then he switched to common and glanced at the short night elf who was staring somewhat gawking, but somewhat concerned, “Told yah I had a plan.”

Her eyes finally fell upon the slight night elf that was looking at her with worried eyes. The Sin’dorei’s hands felt at her chest where she had been bleeding profusely before, and felt smooth skin. “You did this?” She asked in perfect common.

“Yes,” Salferi replied, “I’m glad you’re okay now. I thought Vanyon'fo was bluffing about that trick with his alcohol.” The comment elicited a loud cackle from the large troll, who uncapped the grog and took a swig of the strong substance. He proffered the bottle out towards the elves, who both turned away, but Telema happily took the bottle and a swig.

“She really need it,” Telena said in Orcish, gesturing towards the shuddering draenei, “So Vanyon'fo, you fuck bettah than yah fight?”

“Mah back up was taken out, I was fightin’ five men,” he replied Orcish, taking a dagger and studying it before sheathing it back in his belt. “Dis be dah first time Ah fall in battle, but Ah nevah heard a complaint from a luvah.”

“Excuse us, we gunna go look fo’ some stuff,” Telena explained in common, offering a hand to Vanyon'fo and they walked off into the bushes.

The bluntness of the conversation made the blood elf flush. Telena had heard about Salferi bringing him back from a not-so-good state.

“What is it?” Salferi asked, not understanding Orcish.

The blood elf glanced at the human and Draenei before sighing. Hoping that she might understand Thalassian, she translated what was said and Salferi felt her own cheeks flush.

It seemed to be almost immediately noticed once the two trolls had wandered off, though. The blood elf gave a curse as the men’s voices began to raise at the other fire. Salferi, inexperienced in the world still, especially about army life, had no idea what was going on at the other fire.

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........Telena and Vanvon'fo smut begin............

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Van could smell that Telena had had men take her recently. It was no wonder that she was wanting a good romp to forget it. Like eating a bite of rotten food and quickly biting into a sweet piece of fruit to replace the bad taste.

While Van had discarded the tattered remains of his vest and bracers, leaving only his leather trousers, Telena was still well clothed. Her leather and metal mail chest piece showed a generous amount of her chest and stomach, and her blue/green skin was lovely. She had intact bracers and pants that showed a shapely behind and legs.

Her hair was a vibrant shade of pink and while Van’s dark blue/green hair was matted with blood and dirt and not visible, hers was clean and braided and hung around her shoulders as she lead the way deeper into the woods.

“Ah’m a shaman, wha cha be?” Telena asked, still leading the way through trees, looking for a good spot to be comfortable… to not be heard.

“Rogue,” Van replied, “I got disarm’d by a mage, couldn’t touch em. Den a death knight joined in.”

“Allies don’ fight fair, Vahn,” Telena chuckled, trying to shake the feel of the three men on her. “Dis should be fah enough…” She turned to face her quarry and grinned, her slight tusks gleaming in a stray beam of moonlight that shone through the foliage.

Van grinned as he approached her, walking slowly, as if approaching a wild animal that might flee if spooked. The other troll watched him with burning amber eyes. Van finally closed the distance and ran a thick finger down her greenish skinned face, barely touching the skin. The light touch gave Telena goose bumps down her spine. He continued to lightly touch her face, testing the contours of her high cheeks, her sharp nose, her tusks, and her chin, then finally her plump lips.

By this time Telena felt herself burning with desire for more than just a touch of his finger on her face. Finally, and suddenly, he moved his face to hers and kissed her hard. All the gentleness he had had when touching her was now gone. He savagely pressed his lips to hers, winding one hand behind her head and pressing her head into the kiss.

Telena felt fire burn through her body, especially at her core, just from the simple kiss. Her hands wound around Van’s shoulders as she willingly opened her mouth to his strong pressing tongue. He let out a feral sounding growl, and she moaned into his mouth.

His tongue explored her mouth fiercely but carefully. It went over her sharp teeth, it touched the top of her mouth, the bottom, and then finally their tongues touched and began to test one another and taste each other. Telena had been with many men in her life, mostly troll men, some orcs, but this had to have been one of the more passionate kisses she’d had.

As suddenly as he began the kiss, Van broke it. Saliva dangled slightly broken between their swollen lips as Telena panted slightly from forgetting that she had a nose to breathe through, and pure excitement. His breath was heavier than it had been, too.

“If yah take off some of that stuff,” Van began, trying to steady his voice, “Ah might wanna kiss other places, too.”

Telena felt faint. Still nearly panting she backed away and slowly began to take her clothes off, but at an agonizing pace. Her bottoms were first, they had several ties, and she undid each one very slowly, even though she was excited and wanting to move on right away just as much as her partner, she couldn’t resist a strip tease.

Van had already been a little turned on, but now what she was doing was just plain torture. Not that what she had covered a lot, but as her bottom mail fell, revealing some very sexy underclothes…. maybe… black silk? The anticipation of actually seeing all of the beautiful troll before him was just becoming more and more appetizing.

Telena then discarded her bracers quickly, and then began to slowly undo her mail chestpiece. One tie by the next. Her hands were beginning to shake with excitement. She could see hunger in the uniquely blue eyes of the troll who was sizing her up. After what felt like an hour the piece dropped, leaving her in her tailored black silk underclothes.

Van couldn’t wait any longer, he charged at her, grabbed her wrists and dragging her to where there was a large patch of moss and depositing her on her back. Telena growled, but did not resist what he was doing. She felt his mouth on her neck as soon as she was on her back, kissing, biting, kissing, sucking, moving.

He let go of her arms as he moved down to her shoulder area with kisses and nips. He easily smelled her arousal and saw her hard nipples through the black silk cloth covering her decent sized breasts. Now it was his turn to drag things out with her.

Van moved so that his legs were on either side of her waist and he leaned down and grabbed the bottom on the silk garment covering her breasts. The female troll purred in lust, her eyes hooded. With no effort more than lifting her arms, soon he had her bare from the waist up and he marveled at the fatty deposits of tissues. Her breasts were a lighter shade than her body, more blue, and her nipples were a darker blue, and already firm. Even though she was covered in muscles, she was still feminine, and her her chest was perhaps smaller than average, but her lustful eyes and soft body made Van not care. He was more about the chase and the hunt, well, and mostly the sex, than how large breasts could be.

As he moved his head back down to her neck to kiss it, he changed his tactic, kissing very gently, but still passionately. His left hand held his body up as his right hand slowly ran his two finger across her clavicle and down the middle of her heaving chest. Her heart was pounding. She moaned at his gentle kisses as they trailed down as before to her shoulders, and lower. His fingers meanwhile began to trace down her belly, encircling her belly button, before going back up.

When Van went back up to kissing her neck Telena let out a growl of frustration mixed with a groan of pure arousal. She was silenced when he began to whisper in her ear in Zandali, sweet things, dark things, perverted things, before gently nipping at it. His fingers then were tracing the underside of her breast, sometimes venturing up, maybe occasionally accidentally a part of his hand would touch one of those darkened hardening nubs that were on the peaks of the mounds of flesh.

Then Telena let out a gasp as she felt his teeth sink into where her neck met her shoulder as both his fingers clamped down upon her nipples, hard. She had already been dripping wet, but the suddenness of the action, and the abruptness from being so gentle back to so aggressive, it was so much, it drove her wild. She ground her hips into the troll atop her and groaned, wanting more than just her chest touched.

Feeling the girl beneath him pushing against his weight made Vanyon’fo chuckle into her neck, but he had no intention of giving her what she was really wanting yet. Instead he moved his head down to one of her tits and took one of her nipples into his mouth and flicked his tongue across the sensitive bud repeatedly. Telena jumped slightly at first, while goose flesh covered her body. He then proceeded to suck very hard, as hard as he could, possibly leaving the flesh bruised, but the troll beneath him moaned in pleasure at the attention. His hand pinched the other nipple and twisted it as he was doing these things.

As he removed his mouth, the cool night air made his saliva feel like ice on the tender flesh and Telena gazed hungrily at him.

“Please don’ make me beg,” she whispered, her voice slightly hoarse.

“Beggin’ won’ work, I’ve got plans,” Van growled, moving his hands to either side of the undergarment covering her bottom half. She eagerly lifted her rump to help him take them off her.

Her musk hit him like a wall, she was so aroused. Van went to the breast that he hadn’t used his mouth on and then began to nibble on the nipple softly before licking it. Then he moved downwards, slowly kissing and biting his way down until he got to her hips. Telena had already spread her legs out, eagerly hoping that he would offer attention between them, but instead he sucked very hard on some flesh on her hip first before biting even harder, making her gasp and moan.

When his hand finally did make its way to between her legs, he marveled at how damp her hair was there. If she had been standing Van bet it would be dripping. He used a single finger to probe around her core lips. She must be somewhat a veteran at this to have legs spread and have her cunt open without help, he thought. Every time that he reached the top of his tracing, he brushed her clitoris, but ever so lightly, as if it were an accident.

Soon Van had her moaning and quivering at his mercy again. He then started to rub her slit up and down, the interior walls visible and reachable, ever so slightly, he touched this gently, and her juices made the action so easy. As she let out a particularly strained moan he finally decided to plunge his thick finger completely into her.

“Ah!” she yelped out in surprise, but she was in heaven. Van’s thick finger partially filling her, after so much teasing, made her orgasm immediately as he shoved it into her. As he rubbed the overly sensitive spot inside her core she felt her orgasm riding longer until he finally stopped and just began to pump his digit in and out of her. Telena felt so much pleasure she could have passed out then and there, but she hungered more. This man could do so much so easily… what could he do with his dick?

“Fuck me,” she demanded after a couple minutes of recovering had taken place. Van grinned. His pants were very tight by now, and he was more than happy to comply. It had been a nasty habit and dirty secret of his, that he always wanted to make the women that he was with beg for it. Especially the Alliance ones, they eventually would break down and beg for it.

Soon his pants were discarded and he ran his dick across her stomach as he settled into place, leaving a glossy trail of precum. Telena marveled at the size of the large blue penis. It was probably at least longer than two handspans and she couldn’t imagine the girth… definitely one of the largest she’d seen. She was feeling even more excited as she felt the head of it move into place between her labial lips.

“Say it again,” he whispered, hungry for power over the situation.

“Fuck me… oh fuck me hard.” Telena repeated, even bucking her hips slightly against his member.

That was all he needed to hear. Without any warning he pushed as much of himself as he could into her. Van cursed that she was not as tight he had hoped, but it was probably from the men who she had been with recently, the ones he had smelled on her. She was still plenty tight to squeeze him to the point that he closed his eyes in ecstasy. Telena moaned as he shoved himself into her, enjoying the feeling of being impaled on a proper cock. Then men who had had her earlier were so pitiful.

Van withdrew himself and then this time slowly, but forcefully, pushed himself in, almost his entire member. His partner moaned in pleasure from the action, so he kept up the action and pace for a while, knowing that this would let the tension build and that he could keep this going for a long time without climaxing.

But, Telena feeling the slow hard forceful intrusion of Vanyon’fo’s hard cock penetrating her after he had made her body so sensitive, she squirmed under him after a couple minutes had passed. She couldn’t bear it and she climaxed again, her muscles spasming wildly around the hard object that was inside her.

The male troll grinned as he felt the contractions around his dick, and kept pace until it was over. Her walls had tightened more after she came, and given it had been her second orgasm he decided to pick up the pace for himself. Van pushed into her faster, just as hard, but much faster, making the troll under him moan in pleasure more. She was lost in ecstasy as he pumped into her.

He grunted in frustration that he couldn’t fuck her as fast as he wanted, though. “Get on your hands and knees,” he demanded. Telena loving the feeling of what he was doing to her body immediately did as she was told and waited patiently until she felt his member being placed back at her entrance. She let out a moan of pure delight as he rammed into her.

Van was rather quiet as he entered hard and fast into Telena. He held her hips fast, pumping as fast as he could go. When he had been on top her breasts had not jiggled much because they were so slight, but now he was sure they were jiggling lewdly. The idea turned him on even more. He wanted to touch them, but that would mean letting go of her hips; he couldn’t impale himself upon her as hard, on each, and. every., thrust.
The idea turned him on even more. He wanted to touch them, but that would mean letting go of her hips; he couldn't impale himself upon her as hard, on each. and. every. thrust.

Suddenly Van felt her pussy become tighter around his dick again and he grinned again. She was cumming again. He picked up his pace even more, and used as much energy as he could in three hard and the deepest thrusts he’d made, the third one, his dick twitching and beginning to unload his own climax deep inside of the troll girl. She slumped beneath him out of exhaustion and pleasure, and he held her hips in place as he came deep into her, occasionally pumping a little more.

Once he was finally done he laid her down on the grass and he laid down beside her, studying her naked body. She was looking up at the few visible stars that could be seen through the foliage.“Well yah are prob’ly dah best fuck Ah’ve had to date,” Telena said, her voice weak from exhaustion, but a grin on her face.

“I told yah, I was out numbah’d an’ lost mah back up,” Van replied, referencing her question of if he could fuck better than fight.

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smut and chapter end.

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A/N: I actually am marking smut endings for a friend who is shy but showed interest in reading. I apologize for the slow updating.
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