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The Raptor	By : Wildfaerie Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6784 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Wow and all references belong to Blizzard. This is for my fun, not for profit.

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AN: So I have completely fallen in love with these characters 😝 Taylin and Sen’krii have some serious competition for my attention as of late.
And wow!! 17 pages!! Go me!

AN 2: I used a few Haitian/Creole words to flush out the Zandali language. It was the closest I could find that would fit their culture.
Kè m'ti means ‘My little heart’
Di’ l means ‘tell her’
Matlo m means My mate

Disclaimer: As per usual, I do NOT own WoW and all references belong to Blizzard. Aeia and Rohkan are mine however. Muahahahah

The Raptor
Chapter 2

Rohkan’s eyes fluttered open as he felt someone prodding his side. Shaking his head, he looked around trying to remember just where the hell he was. When his eyes adjusted and took in the pretty little elf that was currently poking him in the ribs, the haziness cleared. “Quit dat, mon. I be awake alreadeh,” he swatted Aeia’s hand away. Aeia couldn’t help the giggle that broke free as the troll let loose with a jaw cracking yawn. “You’ve been asleep for about half an hour. That human will be here any minute to pick up his gear. Figured you’d rather be awake then snoring like an Ogre when he showed up,” she teased. Running a hand through his mop of hair, Rohkan had the desire to stick his tongue out at her. But he held it in. ‘No need to act completely childish,’ he thought. Standing up, he stretched up to his full height, rolling his shoulders. He felt his spine and neck pop before settling back down on the stool.

“I’ll never get over just how tall you trolls are when you stand straight. I’ve always wondered, why do males slouch so?” she asked curiously as she finished cleaning the armor for the human. “Ya know, dat be a good question, mon. Jus’ sometin’ we do as soon as we start growin’. Doe I guess ya could say we prefer ta blend in when we can, an’ our height draws too much attention, especially when most otha races be more den a foot shorter den us. So, we be slouchin’ ta fit in mo’ I s’pose,” Rohkan answered, running a hand down his tusk in thought. He’d honestly never thought about it before. It just came natural to hunch over then to stand straight. “I can understand that. The wanting to fit in more part. You’re still taller than most even bent, though I’m not complaining. Just makes you look all the more impressive and intimidating,” she winked. “Flattery will be gettin’ you everywhere,” he chuckled.

Atal’ai chirped from his corner and Aeia glanced at the doorway to see the human walking through. “You better of left your companion somewhere else,” she called as she went to meet him. “Don’t worry, I left him several pints of ale in up at the inn,” he replied. “Is it ready?” “Yup, if you’d like to inspect it, go right ahead,” Aeia said handing him the chest piece. “Wow! It looks brand new! Amazing work,” he complimented. Aeia felt her cheeks warm at the praise and pride swelled within her chest. “Thank you. Do try to be more careful. Though you’re always welcome back if you’re not,” she smirked. “Now about that payment,” she asked with eyebrows raised. “Yes, yes. Of course,” he held out two gold pieces and dropped them in her hand. “But this is more then what we agreed on,” she stated. “Consider it a partial tip for such a beautiful job and a bit of an apology for earlier,” he answered with a small smile. “Well thank you very much, come back anytime,” Aeia said as she waved him out the door. “Count on it,” he called over his shoulder as he headed up to the inn to collect his troublesome companion.

Turning around, Aeia realized she was alone. Glancing around the shop she was about to call for Atal’ai when the air next to her shimmered and the troll’s tiger form stepped from the shadows. Staying in his cat form, he sat and looked up at her, “I be figurin’ it be best if he didn’ see me still ‘ere.” “I guess that’s probably for the best. Thanks,” she said as her hand inched forwards, fingers twitching before she halted its movement. Rohkan noticed the movement and with a sigh, bumped his head under her hand. “Women ‘n the pettin’ I swear. Go on ‘n get it outtah ya system.” Smiling with glee, Aeia ran her hand through the silky fur mohawk that graced his crown. “It feels similar to your hair, but softer. A bit more fur like. It’s odd. No offense,” her fingers continued to run through the silky hair like fur before scratching him behind an ear. Trying desperately not to purr, Rohkan answered, “None taken.”

Suddenly, Aeia dropped to the floor next to him, worried, he started to turn to look at her, when he felt one hand start running up and down his back and the other scratching him under the jaw. He couldn’t hold the purr back any longer and stretched out on the floor next to her, tail flicking back and forth in contentment. Aeia couldn’t help but giggle as she tried to apologize, “I’m sorry. I just can’t help myself. I get along better with animals then with people and your fur just looked so soft. Gathering pets, companions, and mounts is a bit of an obsession of mine.” With a wicked grin she added, “Though I’m not sure which one of those you would fall under.” His chuckle was a deep rumbling purr that vibrated through his whole body.

His muscles tensed and coiled just before he sprung from the floor and pounced atop Aeia, knocking her back, sprawling her out on the floor. Large paws held her shoulders down, and, mindful of his tusks, he ran his long rough tongue up the side of her face. Settling his weight on her abdomen, he looked down at her, “Is dat so mon? ‘N ‘ere I be tinkin’ ya be wantin’ mo’ den just some animal friend.” His voice came out in a half purr half growl and Aeia misinterpreted it as him being upset. However, Rohkan was fishing. He wanted to know just what she wanted from him, but it didn’t seem like she was going to answer. Then, she lifted her hands to scratch behind both ears, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply that I wanted to own or keep you. Nor am I saying I prefer you as an animal. Though you are rather cute as one,” she paused to scratch under his chin before continuing. “Not to say you aren’t damn good looking as a troll either. And I’m not going to lie and say the thought hasn’t crossed my mind about having you around for a while. Not only are you amazing eye candy, but I would love to learn from you, not to mention there’s the little matter of that promise you made earlier,” she finished, brining one hand down to run her fingers through the thick fur of his chest while her other hand slid down the length of his tusk, fingers dancing along the smooth bone.

The purr had escalated and was reverberating loudly in his chest. He didn’t know why, but her declaration had his body responding almost instantly. Before he embarrassed himself, Rohkan figured he should transform back to the form that had clothes covering his more excitable bits. With a playful nip to her fingers, he gently leapt off her and quickly transformed into his troll self. Leaning down, he held out his hand, offering to help her up. Aeia gratefully accepted and slid her much smaller hand into his. With a firm tug, she was pulled to her feet and against the troll’s hard chest. Placing a hand on his shoulder to steady herself, Aeia looked up at him, questions and heat dancing behind her eyes. “Like I be sayin’ earlier, Elfie, I be stickin’ ‘round for a bit. If ya be likin’ mah company dat much, den mebbe I be stickin’ close ta ya and let ya ask any question dat be floatin’ in dat pretty leetle head o’ ya’s. Now, ‘bout dat promise,” his eyes held hers as he lowered his head, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. His hands started to circle her waist when Atal’ai let loose with another screech.

A string of curses fell from Rohkan’s lips in Zandali. Glaring at the raptor he continued in Zandali, “I swear I’m gonna skin you alive if you keep interruptin’. Damn raptor and damn customers.” The raptor just looked at him almost apologetically before looking towards the front of the shop. Aeia had already slid out of his grasp and was at the front door. Rohkan was about to shift back to cat when he realized who was at the door. Krolak was there and looking about three sheets to the wind. Talking, well slurring rather, in Orcish, Krolak looked at Aeia, “Heyshhh there beautishhful. I shheee Rohkan ain’t left ya yet… hic. Shhou don’t mind if I join ya forssss a bit? Theysh cut me off at sha tavern.” “Where’s your Forsaken friend?” Aeia asked, unsure if Krolak was coherent enough to answer. “He took shha wy..wy…wyvern back to Ogrimmarshh,” he stuttered out. Krolak leaned heavily on the door frame and Aeia was worried he would either fall face first into the dirt or break her door frame with his heavy build. She wasn’t sure which she would find more amusing. ‘Probably him falling since I wouldn’t have to repair anything,’ she thought smiling.

Once again cursing to himself in Zandali, Rohkan went to pull Krolak’s arm over his shoulder and put an arm around his waist, holding him up. With an apologetic look towards Aeia, “I be sorreh ‘bout ‘im. Nevah could ‘old ‘is ale. I be takin’ ‘im back ta da inn and let ‘im pass out in ‘is room.” Before he could turn away, Aeia spoke up, “It’s alright, and why don’t you both stay here? There’s plenty of room, besides, I doubt the inn would want him in the state he’s in at the moment. The bruisers tend to get testy over drunks. And truthfully, I’d rather you not leave yet.” Again, she was being so incredibly forward with him, but couldn’t seem to stop herself. Hoping he didn’t find her too clingy, she waited for a response.

Lifting an eyebrow in silent question, he just looked at her. ‘Careful mon. You both already seem to be getting attached and you haven’t even slept with her,’ his mind fussed at him. ‘Shouldn’t that be a good thing?   Not wanting to be near her just because of some amazing sex?’ he fought with himself. ‘It would be if it wasn’t one of the only things on your mind at the moment,’ he berated himself. ‘So what? She’s interesting and beautiful. Maybe…,’ his thoughts trailed off. ‘No, don’t even go there. She may not be like any other Night Elf, but she is still a Night Elf,’ he shook his head to rid himself of his contradicting thoughts. Refocusing on Aeia, “Ya sure mon? I dun wanna be imposin’ or gettin’ ya in trouble.” “No trouble at all. I’d like the company. Being different also means being lonely for the most part. And I could certainly use a change of pace around here. Thankfully, it’s gotten late enough that I can go ahead and close up shop without raising any questions, so no more interruptions. And no chance of some Alliance getting his pants all twisted because I’m welcoming Horde into my home. Besides, Krolak can head back to the inn tomorrow if he wants, and you can head off with him if you like… Or stay. It’s up to you,” she deliberately left the option open for him. Wanting to make sure he knew what she was offering him without having to come right out and say it.

“Well den, get dat pretty leetle ass ovah ‘ere ‘n give meh a hand. He ain’ light ya know,” he smiled as she slid herself under Krolak’s other arm and helped him support Krolak to the table in the back. Almost as soon as they had him settled at the table, Krolak’s head hit the surface with a loud thud as he passed out. Aeia just stared, worried he may have hurt himself, while Rohkan just laughed. “Dat be Krolak fo’ ya.   Graceful as evah,” Rohkan said as he leaned against the table with his hip. “Is he going to be alright?” Aeia asked as she headed to the front to shut the window and lock the front door. “’Sides a poundin’ ‘ead in da mornin’ he be fine.” They had been speaking Orcish when Krolak showed up, but now he switched to Common, “Tanks fo’ puttin’ us up fo’ da night. Be vereh kind a ya.” “Eh, like I said, it’s no problem. The company is worth the trouble,” she said as her eyes traveled up and down his body slowly. “And the view ain’t too bad either,” she tossed him a wink over her shoulder as she latched the window shut and double checked the lock on the door.

Two long arms circled her waist as Rohkan came up behind her. His tusks slid over her shoulder and his breath was warm against her ear, “An’ dere’s still dat promise I aim ta keep.” Aeia’s heart started beating rapidly as her hands rested over his arms, “Wouldn’t be right for you to break a promise so soon after meeting me, I mean what kind of troll could I take you for then?” Rohkan nipped her ear, then slid his tongue across the bite to soothe it. He could feel her shudder as her breath hitched in her throat. “I always be keepin’ mah word Elfie,” his hand slid under her chest piece as he pulled her back flush against him. Aeia rested her head back against his chest and closed her eyes as she tried to get her breathing under control. “Is, is that so?” she all but stuttered out. Her nerves were starting to get the better of her. Sure, she was no stranger to sex, she’d had several lovers in the past, but never a troll. And never someone that made her blood run hot like he did. Everything about him just screamed danger and mystery. He was a complete stranger and she was tempting him into her bed. She should be ashamed of herself, but instead her heart just raced faster and her knees felt weak.

He licked and nibbled his way down her ear as one arm tightened around her waist, the other hand sliding further up under her shirt. Slowly, he slid his hand under her breast band and palmed her breast. They were incredibly soft and malleable, round and heavy in his hand. He slid his thumb across her nipple, feeling it stiffen to a hard peak. Turning slightly in his grasp, Aeia angled her head back and grabbed a tusk to pull his lips to hers. The kiss was slightly awkward from their positions and him being weary of his tusks, but they managed. When he pinched her nipple, she bit down on his lower lip with a moan. Loving that reaction, he did it again only a bit harder and tugged slightly as well. Another moan crossed her lips and she arched her body into his touch. Her breathing was becoming labored as warm pleasure coursed through her, pooling between her legs.

A loud chittering once again interrupted them. Breaking the kiss, Rohkan muttered, “I hope ya like raptah steaks cause dat be a dead one.” She laughed as she turned in his hold to face him, his hands sliding to rest on her hips. Sucking in some air to clear her hazy brain, “Sorry. It’s his dinner time. Which reminds me, I haven’t eaten either, what about you?” “Now dat ya mention it, nah I ‘aven’t. Though I was hopin’ Elfie was on da menu,” he grinned, flashing his teeth. Blushing, she lightly smacked him on the arm. “Later, I should feed Atal’ai before he thinks troll is on the menu,” she said with a playful laugh. Slipping from his grasp she headed back to the kitchen. Rohkan ran a hand through his hair and followed her like an obedient puppy, er kitty. “And now that I’m thinking about it, I’m starving all of a sudden,” she tossed out as she dug through her chilled pantry. Pulling out a large chunk of raw lion meat, she dropped it in the large tin bowl in the corner of Atal’ai’s nest. Greedily, the raptor hunkered down and began ripping into it after tossing a few chirps of thanks to his mistress.

She started to chatter as she rummaged in the regular food pantry. “Don’t feel like cooking anything significant tonight. If you stick around tomorrow, I’ll cook us something decent. Your friend there is welcome as well,” she gestured to Krolak who was happily snoring away, a small puddle of drool already forming on the table. Rohkan leaned back against the table, his hands resting on the edges as he watched her, “Free board, a ‘ome cooked meal, an’ a pretty leetle elf ta watch. Ya be makin’ it ‘ard ta resist stayin’. O’ was dat ya plan?” he grinned. “Uh-oh. You found me out,” she laughed. “Ya know, ya dun gotta keep temptin’ meh. I alreadeh be tempted ‘nuff. An’ if ya wan’ meh ta stay so bad, ya jus’ gotta ask,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. Aeia had pulled down a loaf of bread, a basket of eggs, and her salt and pepper shakers. From the chilled pantry, she pulled out a small slab of pork belly. Heading to the counter, she cut a few strips of bacon off the slab of meat and set two eggs aside, before returning the meat to the chilled pantry and the eggs to regular pantry. Turning to the stove, she started warming up a pan with a dollop of butter. She talked while she continued to cook, “That wasn’t my initial intention. I was honestly just inviting you both to dinner. Added bonus if it enticed you to stay longer. And well this.. this isn’t,” she stuttered as she tried to find the right words. With a blush she continued, “I don’t normally sleep with someone after just meeting them. We may haven’t yet, but I know that’s where this is heading, and don’t get me wrong, I hope it’s still headed there, I just need you to understand that this whole situation is a bit strange for me. I’m not used to the attention, well positive attention anyways, and I’ve certainly never been with a Horde, let alone a troll, not that that is a problem for me.” Aeia continued to ramble as she broke the eggs into the pan and laid the bacon in next to them. Being very careful not to break the yolks, she gently flipped them and then the bacon. Once both were nicely cooked, she picked up a piece of bread and gently put an egg on it and set it down in the pan to toast. She repeated that with the second egg. While the bread was toasting, she retrieved two slices of Dalaran sharp and placed them over each egg to melt. Aeia gave each a good dash of both pepper and salt before adding the bacon and finished off with the other piece of bread as she flipped the entire thing to brown the other side of the sandwich.

Rohkan’s mouth began to water as the smell of bacon and eggs frying hit his nose. ‘Breakfast for dinner, a girl after my own heart,’ he thought. Breathing deep, he let his eyes drift closed as he tried to come up with a response to her nervous rambles. He completely understood what she meant. Though he was probably a little looser with bed fellows then she, he also didn’t make it a habit to hop into bed with a supposed enemy. Not that he was complaining about her being an elf, but it could be dangerous for the both of them. “Look, El… Aeia,” he corrected himself. “I undahstan’. Dis ain’t exactly be a normal ting fo’ meh eithah. ‘N I not be tinkin’ lowah o’ ya fo’ it, fact I be tinkin’ pretty highly o’ ya. Jus’ da fact dat we be talkin’ ‘n not jus’ tumblin’ in da sheets be diff’rent fo’ meh.” Aeia pulled down two plates from a cupboard, “So what you’re saying is you’d have rather just slept with me then left?” she said, feeling slightly hurt. But at the same time, she could see his side. Would have been easier and less chance of them getting caught. ‘Plus, he probably isn’t looking for any kind of attachment,’ she thought. “Yes. Wait wait, no. Yes, I normally jus’ hop in da sheets, but you, ya different. I wan’ ta talk and get ta know ya. Course, I also wanna get ya in bed too,” he answered rubbing the back of his neck. The conversation was making him feel a bit awkward, until she turned around with a plate in each hand and a smile on her face. “Well that can certainly be arranged,” she smirked. “Come on, let’s go eat upstairs so we don’t bother Krolak. Hope you like fried egg sandwiches,” she said handing him a plate before heading to the stairs near the front door along the left wall.

He chuckled, “I jus’ be tinkin’ ya be a girl aftah mah own heart, makin’ breakfast fo’ dinnah.” Aeia smiled at that as she rounded the top of the stairs. The stairs opened onto a small landing. To the right was the door to her bedroom and the bathroom. In front of her was the door to a small office study like area that had a small love seat and coffee table in it, which would be the more appropriate place to eat. ‘To hell with it,’ she thought as she opened the door to her bedroom.

Stepping into the room, she leaned down and flipped her bedside lamp on, another Goddess send from the goblins. Setting her plate down on the nightstand, she went to turn on the large floor lamp in the corner as she heard the bedroom door click closed. Her heart immediately sped up to that tiny unassuming sound. Flipping the light on, the room became bathed in a warm light, revealing her inner sanctuary to the troll.

Rohkan took in the sight before him. Her room was spacious and incredibly warm in that lived in sort of way. It gave off that feeling of home. This was her personal space and it certainly felt like her. Along the wall to his left was a single worn out fluffy leather chair and small table that was filled with books. The tall lamp sat directly behind the chair and it was obvious she spent many hours there curled up with a book. The wall in front of him had a door to the left side and a huge hand carved wooden wardrobe in the right corner, that most likely held her clothes. Against the far wall was a smooth worn wooden vanity and stool, whose tops were covered in stretched leather. Beads, feathers, jewelry, and small pots of makeup and lotions littered its surface. A large oval mirror hung just above the vanity. The wall at his right, held what took up most of the space in the room. Against that wall, a very large hand carved wooden bed sat. It looked to be wide enough that two couples could comfortably sleep. A dark hand stitched leather blanket draped over it and he could see deep red silk sheets peeking out beneath. There must have been ten to fifteen pillows of various sizes strewn across the bed. Each were either black, dark red, or gray in color, covered in the same silky fabric as the sheets. Rohkan placed his plate atop the stack of books and took a closer look at the massive wooden headboard. His fingers trailed along the intricate carvings as Aeia just stood and watched. Racing along the top edge from one side to the other were the phases of the moon. Below that were words that he figured were written in Darnassian. But below that was carved the animalistic representation of every Loa that every troll tribe had ever worshiped. Akil’zon as an eagle, Halazzi the lynx, Quetz’lun the wind serpent, Shadra the spider, and so it went spanning the headboard. Under each carving written in Zandali was their name. He was stunned and absolutely amazed. ‘This must have taken someone months to finish,’ he thought. Not to mention how it seemed to blend Night Elf and Troll almost seamlessly. As if that wasn’t shocking enough, adoring the head of the two posts at the sides was a representation of Gonk, the Great Hunter, in his raptor form. That Loa in particular meant a lot to him, as it was believed he was the loa that taught the trolls how to become druids.

Turning soft eyes to Aeia, Rohkan asked, “Where ya be findin’ sometin’ like dis? It be beyond special.” “I made it,” came her soft reply. His eyes widened, “Ya made dis? But why?” “It captures the beliefs of the two races I admire most. My people’s and yours, though I know some of those Loa come from other tribes. And Gonk has a special place at the top because not only was he a hunter, but he also gave your people druidism which is something sacred to Night Elves. We were the first, Cenarius’s favorites. So, he deserved a special place,” she said reverently as she stepped to the bed, her fingertips ghosting over the head of the closest raptor. “Ya be sometin’ special, dat fo’ sure, Aeia. Dere be Loa ‘ere dat not well known, how ya come ta know em?” he asked gazing between her and the sculpted headboard. “I study a lot in my free time,” she said waving her hand to the stack of books. “Unfortunately, a lot of the particulars are written only in Zandali and those books are hard to get your hands on, and even if I could, I can’t read Zandali. Just one of the many things I’d like to learn, but your people are incredibly secretive. What I’ve got here is an amalgamation of years of gathering bits and pieces,” this time she gestured not only to the headboard but to the walls as well for they were filled with drawings, paintings, tiki masks, framed leaves that were obviously from her home tree of Teldrassil, and many other things that represented both Night Elf culture and trollish cultures. There were even a few other cultures here and there, a small shield from Stormwind with the Alliance lion, a large piece of kodo hide with the Tauren crest painted on it, and many other things. It was like a historian’s treasure trove. Something on the wall next to the wardrobe caught his eye. It was a beautifully hand draw and colored portrait of an aged troll. His greying hair pulled back in a tight braid, large brightly colored spaulders almost glowed on the paper. Tusks that were nearly identical to his own, but it was the eyes that really drew Rohkan in. They were the eyes of his father. As Rohkan studied the portrait, he heard Aeia behind him, “I drew that the last night I stayed with him. He laughed when he saw it and said I made him look too handsome. I thought I got him perfect.” “Dat ya did,” was all he could say as he took it in. “It must have been difficult growing up with such a war hero as him as your father,” she almost whispered. “Aye, but he was meh pa, ‘n he was, is a good dad, doe I dun see ‘im vereh much anymore,” he trailed off. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” “Ya didn’ just odd seein’ ‘is face in some elfie’s room,” and with that he tossed her a smile and lowered himself into the chair at the side wall.

Taking one last glance at the portrait of Rokhan, Aeia sat on the edge of the bed, one leg bent upon it, the other hanging off the side. Picking up her plate she bit into the sandwich, the bread perfectly crispy and still slightly warm. Rohkan greedily bit into his own sandwich, his taste buds coming alive. Hungrily he downed it, licking the ends of his fingers afterwards. It was absolutely delicious and perfectly cooked. He didn’t know how she got so much flavor with so few ingredients but damn was it tasty. He would definitely stay for dinner tomorrow, just so he could see what she meant by a ‘real’ meal, if that was substandard to her. Deciding to lighten the mood a bit, he smirked as he looked up at Aeia, “If ya as good in bed as ya are at cookin’ ya jus’ might o’ found ya a troll lovah.” Aeia’s cheeks blushed crimson and she just about choked on her sandwich. Thumping a fist to her chest, she swallowed hard and gulped down air. “Easeh dere girlie, dun be getting’ too excited. I ain’ had ya yet,” he laughed and winked at her. Finishing up her sandwich and brushing the crumbs off her shirt and bedspread, she got up and walked to the form near her wardrobe and began to unlatch her chest piece. Since she couldn’t come up with a good comeback, she’d just make him feel nervous as she started to undress.

With her back to the troll, she finished unbuckling her chest armor and pulled it off towards the open side and hung it over the form. Next, she knelt and began unhooking the chainmail plates that protected her thighs and shins. Once they were off, she laid them in a drawer within her wardrobe. She pulled off her thick dragon scale belt and hung it off the side of her leather form. She was left in a simple linen tank top that bared her midriff and a pair of form fitting leather pants. Slowly turning towards Rohkan, she saw him watching her, his eyes filled with hunger. Purposefully leaning down before him to undo her leather boots, she gave him a full view of her cleavage.

Rohkan was surprised when she started to strip her armor without so much as a word. His cheeks flushed with desire as he watched her remove each piece almost teasingly, revealing her body a tiny bit at a time. Delicate yet strong shoulders came down to a full chest and then narrowed at her small waist before swelling out to beautiful hips and round ass, and finally tapering down into incredibly long shapely legs. Those tight leather pants weren’t leaving much to the imagination either. Her round yet toned ass was just begging to be touched and he bit his lip. Then she just had to bend down in front of him, her breasts almost spilling out the top of that very small and very thin shirt, the beads in her tinkling together as they fell over her shoulder.

As soon as she had both boots untied, she stood to slip out of them, coming face to chest with a wall of troll. Rohkan had moved silently as he came to her. He just couldn’t stand not touching her any longer. He slid his left arm around her waist while the other cupped her cheek, his thumb lightly brushing along her bottom lip, “Ya be right, da view be worth da risk.” The warm soft husk of his voice had Aeia melting as pink tinged her cheeks. “Is that so?” she repeated from earlier, her mind not clear enough to give her something better to say. With a soft chuckle he nodded, “Dat be so, mon.” And with that, he captured her lips with his.

The kiss was gentle yet heavy with unspoken need. Rohkan was still in awe of the creature he held in his arms, and he felt as though she should be respected, worshiped even. And he planned to worship every inch of her body. Aeia squeaked against his lips as she felt his arm tighten around her waist and drag her closer, pulling her off her feet up his body so he could deepen the kiss. Kicking off her shoes, she circled her arms around his neck and held on tightly, her tongue running back and forth over his lips. Getting the hint, Rohkan opened his mouth for her exploration. He dropped the hand he had held to her face and cupped her ass, squeezing playfully as he dragged her harder against him. Aeia moaned as she let her tongue slip between his lips to learn his taste and mouth. He tasted of tropical fruit and earth. It was an odd taste but one that was so incredibly him and she lost herself in it. She could almost feel the thrum of his power lingering just below the surface. It excited her, she hadn’t realized just how powerful and dangerous this creature was and she was getting almost intoxicated with the thrill of it.

Without breaking the kiss, Rohkan’s hand slid down her ass and gripped her thigh tightly, pulling it up over his hip as he lifted her higher. Aeia’s body responded immediately as she wrapped her long legs firmly around his waist, his strong arm supporting her weight. His tusks were pressed firmly against either side of her body and she felt so incredibly small wrapped so tightly within his hold. It was a feeling she wasn’t used to, but she liked it. She felt completely protected and safe, it was a comforting feeling and she knew she would never get enough of being in his arms. Her tongue slid over his teeth and she realized they were sharp, not quite as sharp as her fangs, but sharp enough he could easily bite through skin without much force. That little voice of worry started to peek out and she quickly tamped it back down. She knew without a doubt he’d never hurt her, how she knew this, she didn’t know, but that feeling was there deep down. She trusted him. Absolute and completely, she trusted this troll whom she hadn’t even known for a full day yet and whom she knew almost next to nothing about. But it was there, a trust so deep it made her heart ache. There was some sort of connection, a bond, growing between them but she was completely unaware as to what that was. But she decided she’d just let nature take its course and see where things wound up, besides, his hands were currently torturing her deliciously.

Rohkan was amazed at how fluidly her body melded to his and how easily he could control her. She was like putty in his hands and he was enjoying the power. With just the barest of coaxing, he felt her wrap her legs around his hips and he released a pleased growl that vibrated against her. A soft moan was his reward as a hand buried itself in his hair. Having submitted enough, Rohkan took back control of the kiss and warred against her tongue, forcing it to retreat within the warm depths of her mouth, his tongue sweeping along the roof of her mouth and rubbing against her tongue. She really was delicious and he could already feel the warmth radiating from between her legs through the thick leather of his kilt.

Slowly and carefully he maneuvered them to the side of her bed, and placed her on the edge, as he leaned down over her not wanting to break the kiss. Aeia, however, was in desperate need of air as she leaned slightly back, one hand resting on his shoulder as the other came up to lightly rest her fingertips on her swollen and tingling bottom lip. His kiss was incredible and left her breathless. If the rest of his body followed through with that level of mastery she could die a very happy woman. Rohkan couldn’t help but watch her, cheeks flushed and lips swollen, chest heaving with each labored breath, and her eyes bright and clear swimming with desire. She was an absolute vision and he couldn’t wait to have her writhing beneath him.

Aeia’s heart did a back flip as she felt his hands grip the bottom edge of her shirt and start tugging upwards. Lifting her arms, she allowed him to pull her shirt from her as he tossed it to the floor. Grinning, his eyes drank her in, before settling on the cursed breast band that was hiding his prize. With a wicked grin, he allowed one fingernail to grow long and sharp, partially transforming his hand to that of a paw, and with one quick and careful motion, he had sliced down the center of the band and it fell away, revealing the most beautiful pair of full breasts he’d ever seen. Aeia had gasped as he clawed her band away. Once again, his power was magnificent, for it took one of exceptional skill to control their shifting abilities as he had. She suddenly realized her chest was bare for him and her cheeks darkened with crimson as she started to bring an arm up to cover herself. She may have been incredibly bold and independent, but some actions were hard to break. She wouldn’t call herself overly modest, but the way he looked at her she couldn’t help it. His eyes held so much desire and hunger she felt overly exposed before him.

With a soft growl, he caught her arm, “Ya dun need ta hide Aeia, ya be beautiful. ‘N I plan ta show ya jus’ how beautiful I be tinkin’ ya are.” He knelt down beside the bed, his height keeping him almost at eye level with Aeia. Leaning forwards, he released her arm and ran his warm rough hand over her bare breast. Her body arched into his touch as she leaned back on both hands giving him full access. Pleased with her submission he ducked his head and ran his long tongue around the nipple of her other breast. He could feel her heart hammering in her chest as he rolled her breast in his hand, his large hand cupping it fully. He squeezed it gently and sucked her other nipple between his lips. Squeezing with his hand at the same time he bit down on the nipple between his teeth, he felt a shudder ripple through her. He held her nipple firmly between his teeth and flicked the tip of his tongue across it aggressively. That brought forth a loud moan and a pant, and he could visibly see the jolt that ran through her. He loved what he could do to her. She was just so sensitive. Rohkan dragged his hot wet tongue across her chest and captured her dry nipple in his mouth, twisting his tongue around the pert pebble.

Aeia was starting to squirm at his ministrations. Her body was growing hotter with every caress of his tongue and hands. She felt his warm breath travel further down her body and his tongue shot into her belly button, tickling her. A giggle broke from her lips and she playfully tugged at his hair. Snickering, he rocked back and slid his hands down her sides to her hips before tracing the skin along the top of her pants. Slowly, he started to untie her them. Aeia sucked a quick breath between her teeth and looked down at him. His orange eyes were practically glowing as he gazed up at her, glancing quickly back to his hands as they undid the knot that loosened her pants. Lifting her hips, she let him pull them down her legs and she vaguely heard them fall to the floor somewhere. She was sitting before him in nothing but a pair of very small and very damp cotton panties. Her arousal filled his nose and his eyes turned a slightly darker shade, touching on ruby. She bit her lip as she reached down and grasping a tusk, pulled him back up her body. Her lips crashing to his in an overly heated kiss. She wanted him. In all its simplistic glory and yet confusing implications, she wanted him.

Leaning over her, he kissed her hard and deep, a kiss filled with passion, hunger, and that primal need. That need to claim and possess. His instincts were riding him hard, they wanted him to claim her, own her. And the Loa, he wanted to answer his instincts call. This didn’t feel like just another conquest under the sheets. Something deeper in him was growling with need. Later he’d think about what that meant, later he’d concern himself with what his instincts were trying to tell him. Right now, all he could think about was the feel of her soft skin under his calloused hands and the moans whispering past her lips. His thoughts were shattered as he felt her cool hands slip under his leather tunic, and soft cool fingertips dance across the heated flesh of his chest. It was his turn to shudder. Breaking the kiss with a low growl, Rohkan pulled the tunic over his head, skillfully avoiding his tusks before dropping it carelessly to the floor.

Sitting up fully, Aeia’s eyes roamed across the smooth expanse of his pale chest. Muscles rippled below his taunt skin as she reached her fingers up to trace along the creases around his pectoral muscles. Her eyes caught a set of three long scars that raced parallel to each other from his right clavicle down to just under the right side of his rib cage. Like some large beast had been clawing for his heart. Her fingertips trailed along their length, and Rohkan sucked in a breath. Eyes more red then orange watched her as she looked up at him with questions hovering in her silver depths. With a slow shake of his head, he pulled her hand up and placed a light kiss to her knuckles, “Dat be a story fo’ anotha night.” The voice was barely a whisper as he stood before her and released her hand. His hands found the belt that held his kilt in place, slung low on his hips. With a click, the belt and kilt slid down his legs to pool on the floor around his feet. His thick erection straining against his leather loincloth. Aeia’s gaze filled with heat as her eyes traveled down his body settling on the prominent bulge. Licking her lips, she shakily held out her hand and trailed her fingers over his hard length. Rohkan shut his eyes as a feral growl slipped through his teeth. Emboldened by his reaction, Aeia slipped her fingers into the band at each side of his hips and pulled. His loincloth fell free, releasing him fully to her hungry gaze.

She couldn’t help the small squeak of breath that slipped out. He was incredibly large, and that nervous flutter was back in her belly. Timid fingers reached out and brushed up and down his length. It felt like liquid steel to her touch. Wrapping her hand around his thick member, she saw Rohkan’s hips jerk a bit. Glancing up, she looked for signs of what he liked as she squeezed and pulled her hand. When she slid her thumb over the head, he growled and cracked red eyes open to watch her. Getting bolder by the moment, she tightened her hold slightly and started sliding it up and down his incredible length. Hearing another low growl mixed with a moan, Aeia decided to do as she pleased and sate her curiosity. Waiting for him to close his eyes again, she slipped silently off the edge of the bed, and knelt in front of him. Dragging her hand down to the base, she gripped him firmly before flicking the tip of her tongue across his head, tasting the small bead of moisture there.

His eyes snapped open as he looked down his body at her. He was stunned. Not many females were willing to pleasure him as she was now. At least not before they were sated. His hands found her shoulders when she slid his head within the warm recess of her damp mouth. The Loa, she felt amazing. Her tongue was swirling gently but firmly around him and her hand continued to pump his base. Aeia brought her other hand to his hip to steady her as she slid her mouth as far down his length as she could manage, until she felt him bump against the back of her throat. His impressive size meant she was barely half way down his length, but the way his hand fisted in her hair, she figured he was still enjoying what she was doing. Keeping her motions steady, she bobbed up and down his length in a slow rhythm. Her tongue circling around the head on the up strokes and rubbing hard along the underside on the downward strokes. Rohkan struggled to keep himself from pressing on her head, he didn’t want to hurt her but his control was starting to slip. She felt his hips starting to shudder and could feel his hand clenching spastically in her hair and thought she had tortured him enough. Tilting her eyes up to his she sensuously slid her mouth as low as she could, taking him deep and as soon as she felt him brush the back of her throat, she swallowed around him. The pressure and contracting muscles around him had him growling deeply. She felt the vibration run through him and felt him start to tug on her hair. With a seductive grin around him, she increased the pressure in her mouth and dragged her lips up his length, releasing him with a loud ‘pop’.

Almost immediately, Rohkan had yanked her up and was crushing her to his chest, his mouth locked greedily over hers. She was momentarily left breathless. Her world spun with light headedness as he ended the kiss just as quickly as it began. Both his hands slid down the back of her thighs and picked her up easily, wrapping her legs around his waist as her arms circled his neck. Carefully, he crawled onto the bed using one arm, while keeping the other wound tight about her waist to hold her to and under him. Making his way to the center of the bed and up towards the top, he laid her down, nestled in a bed of pillows. Beaded and free hair spilling about her head as a sea foam halo. Her eyes were heavy lidded as she looked up at him, his body radiating heat and something that was simply pure male.

Placing a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, he crawled off her and slid off the bed. Sitting up and looking confused she realized what he was doing as he switched off the large lamp. However, he left the bedside lamp on, he wanted to see her as she broke under his hands. He wanted to see everything as he brought her screaming. While he had been off the bed, she had squirmed and pushed the covers down so she was laying on cool deep red sheets. Her pale body almost glowed against the deep color. He also noticed her panties were missing, ‘the sexy vixen,’ he thought. Long pale legs parted slightly as he settled his body between them, hovering over her. Glowing silver eyes watched him as he studied her near perfect body. He had to bite back a growl of possession as she submitted below him, head thrown back with throat bared and body arched begging to be touched. She was a pale lavender goddess and he sunk down, pressing his lips harshly against hers, claiming her for his own.

A three-fingered hand traveled down her body and slid through the small nest of teal curls between her legs. She moaned into the kiss as his thick finger parted her damp folds. He swallowed her gasp as his finger circled that little bundle of nerves. He continued to circle, not touching where she most obviously needed his touch. His kiss deepened, pressing her hard into the bed, and he was sure his tusks were going to leave long bruises along her delicate skin, they were pressed so hard into her chest and sides. When he finally slid his rough finger across her clit, she screamed into the kiss, her hands gripping his shoulders almost painfully. Her legs widened of their own accord, giving him better access as his finger went back to just circling her clit, teasingly. She moaned in frustration but it was cut off quickly as he pressed his thick finger into her tight passage at the same time he all but pushed his tongue down her throat. Her body clenched around him, his finger large enough to stretch her tight. Leaning back and letting her suck in deep gulps of air, he watched her as he continued to push his finger deep within her. She squirmed under him and he couldn’t help but grin. Burying his finger to the base, he began a steady rhythm, pumping his finger in and out. Another growl of pleasure slipped his lips when she started to move her hips against his hand. Her fingers were digging into his shoulder blades as she held on for dear life. He didn’t mind, the pain helped keep him coherent enough to let him take his time with her.

Slowly, her orgasm began to build as his movements became bit quicker, her hips grinding against his hand. ‘Goddess, this feels absolutely amazing,’ she thought as her breaths became shallow. She felt her cheeks flush when she realized he had leaned back and was looking down her body, watching as his finger disappeared within her. Strangely, she found it erotic that he was looking at her most intimate of places. It only seemed to push her that much closer to the edge, as that spring wound tighter within. When her hips started to shudder, Rohkan curled his finger, simultaneously stretching her further and pressing against that hidden pleasure spot deep within. She broke. Every muscle seemed to contract as waves of pleasure washed over her. “Oh Goddess,” left her lips in a heavy moan. Her hands were clenching against his skin, desperately grasping for purchase. Slowing his finger, but not stopping outright, he continued to gently pump into her, letting her ride out the intense orgasm. Seeing her come undone by his hand, caused his throbbing member to ache. Pride swelled in his chest at what he could do to her. And those moans, the loa they were music to his hears.

Seeing her shudders start to subside, Rohkan carefully forced his second finger into her before her orgasm completely abated. He knew it would hurt, but he needed her ready for him, for he would really stretch her. Aeia clenched her eyes shut and hissed as a sharp pain pierced her. She struggled against him, but he held her firmly down with his body partially atop hers. Her nails were dragging down his arms as she tried to focus anywhere but the pain. Using his thumb, he rubbed back and forth across her clit, easing some of the pain as his fingers continued to stretch her. Once both fingers were buried, he stilled, allowing her to adjust and adapt. Aeia’s hands clenched around his arms a she worked to steady her breathing. His thumb was doing wonders to help push the sharp sting out of her mind. Finally, the pain subsided to a dull aching thrum that was being quickly surpassed by the pleasure building from his thumb over her clit. Carefully, Aeia shifted her hips against his hand, the pain flared back, but not blindingly so. She could handle this pain, especially since it quickly faded and was replaced with that warm pleasure coiling within her abdomen. Gently, Rohkan pulled his fingers out halfway then slid them back in, his thumb never ceasing its movements. Aeia bit her lip, as a heavy moan wormed its way loose. Once again, Rohkan set a slow steady pace with his hand, fully withdrawing then sliding deep within.

Rohkan lost himself in his thoughts for a moment, while he allowed Aeia’s second orgasm to build. He was surprised at just how much it hurt him to have to hurt her. Even though he knew she was absolutely loving his actions now, seeing her in pain had made something deep within him growl in anger. Most other females he would have just taken, sure he always made sure they were well satisfied before finishing himself off, but he wouldn’t have cared if he hurt them. He wasn’t brutal or anything, just any pain he caused would have faded soon after their orgasm so he wouldn’t have let himself be bothered. And he certainly wouldn’t have taken the time to allow them to adjust to ease the pain. With Aeia, he felt the need to please and protect her. This little elf had stirred his instincts something fierce. If he didn’t know better, he would have said his instincts had claimed her as his life mate, but that was impossible. True mates were incredibly rare and almost unheard of to find one from a different race, though it did happen. As soon as that thought crossed his mind, it was almost like his instincts roared at him. Dumbfounded, he looked down at the panting elf below him. It just couldn’t be, but his instincts had never been so demanding. Possess, claim, protect, his instincts seemed to rail against the inside of his skull.

His thoughts were torn asunder when his ears picked up her whispered pleas. She was begging him for release. Aeia was right there on the edge, and had tried grinding her hips harder against his hand, but he had just kept that tortuously slow pace. She needed something more, just some other push to snap that wound cord. Whimpers started to fall from her lips as she began to beg in frustration. Rohkan’s heart fluttered and his blood ran hot at hearing her beg. Those soft whimpers made his cock twitch with need to fulfill those pleas. Loa, what this woman did to him. He picked up his pace, thrusting into her as he dragged his thumb harder across her clit, at the same time he bent his neck and wrapped his lips around a pert nipple. With a single deep thrust, he flicked her clit hard at the same time he bit down. Her orgasm was instantaneous. Her body spasmed beneath him and her walls clenched around his fingers as his name tumbled from her lips. A near feral growl ripped through him at the sound of his name.

Aeia’s whole body shook as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her system. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt such a powerful orgasm. Her thighs quivered as she felt Rohkan pull his hand away, her body already missing his touch. Rohkan wiped his hand off on the sheets near him before he started kissing up her chest and nipping at her jawline, ever mindful of his tusks. Then carefully, he settled himself fully between her legs, resting his heavy member against her dripping sex. Patiently, he waited for her breaths to even out as he grabbed a hand that she had clenched in the sheets at her sides and brought it up to his mouth, placing a kiss upon her palm. This got her to open her eyes and look up at him. “Tell meh ta stop now ‘n I will. Dis gonna ‘urt, so ya sure ya be watin’ dis?” he asked her. It would kill him to stop now, but if she wasn’t ready, he wouldn’t force her. Once again, he felt himself worried and concerned about her. Aeia was touched that he showed her so much care. Most men would have already buried themselves within her. Pulling the hand down that held hers, she nipped his fingers, tasting herself on his skin. Realizing that was the hand he had just used to pleasure her, she ran her tongue across his fingers, while she looked up at him. His cock throbbed. ‘Fuck she’s sexy,’ his mind snapped. “Aeia,” he half pleaded half growled. He needed to her to answer him.

The way he said her name, had Aeia’s womanhood clenching with need. “Rohkan, please,” she moaned as she bit the end of his finger. ‘Good enough,’ his mind and body both agreed. Pulling his hand away from her, he braced himself with his hands on either side of her body, and slowly slid the tip inside her. A Zandali curse fell from both their lips as he pushed into her inch by inch. ‘Fucking hells, she’s tighter than I thought,’ he thought as he she stretched around him. Aeia’s eyes squeezed shut as she strung together a string of Zandali curses that would make a Bloodsail Buccaneer blush. Her dirty mouth distracted Rohkan just long enough for him to thrust his hips forwards, burying himself to the hilt. A loud hiss and his name in the form of a scream brought his senses back. Stilling within her, he lifted a hand to cup her cheek, “Relax, Ke M'ti, relax. Ya be excitin’ dis troll wit’ dat dirty mouth o’ yas.” Breathing deep calming breaths, Aeia relaxed her body. Gradually the pain trickled away, but when she tried to flex her hips, pain lanced through her again. Hissing, she bit her lip.

Biting his own lip, Rohkan knew the best thing for her would be to build the pleasure so the pain would be drowned out. Steeling his nerve, he looked down at her, ruby red eyes into liquid silver, “Trust meh Ke M’ti, I be takin’ care o’ ya. Ya gonna be in ‘eaven. Jus’ watch.” Slowly he slid his hand down from her face, and dragged his blunt nails over her heated flesh and down her body to rest at her hip. Gently he pulled out of her about halfway, and as she sucked in a breath, he slipped his hand between them, letting his calloused finger slide across her sensitive clit. The sharp pain was quickly replaced with pleasure with every swipe of his finger. Carefully, he began to slowly push and pull himself within her, setting a very slow and steady pace and his finger danced over her clit. When her hips started to move against him, he withdrew his hand, replacing it at her side as he held himself above her. She was absolutely breathtaking. Her skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat that glistened as her muscles stretched and contracted under her flawless skin. Her mouth hung open panting and he could see the faint lines of pain around her eyes slowly disappearing. Finally, her eyes fluttered open and a soft moan dripped from her lips. Warm pools of silver caught deep glowing crimson as he rode her. Her pain nothing but a memory, she slid her legs up around his waist, the new angle bringing forth a new wave of pleasure. The flames of desire licked along her skin as that tight cord started winding.

Rohkan lost himself in her eyes, just as assuredly as he lost himself in her body. Her wet heat gripped him tightly with every pull and thrust. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. He’d been excited for far too long and she felt so damn good. Aeia saw he was momentarily distracted and a thought came to her. Hoping she had the strength to pull it off, she tensed her muscles waiting for just the right moment. Her chance came when his elbow unlocked and he thrust in deep. Quickly, she braced her arm against his shoulder and dug her heel into the bed, with a hard shove, she managed to flip their positions, him being too caught off guard to stop her.

A snarl ripped from his throat as she took the dominant position. Desire seared his blood at her actions, being both impressed with her strength and turned on at her challenge. Grabbing his tusks, Aeia rode him hard. His hard member pistoning between her legs as gravity pulled her farther down his length, causing him to go deeper. She felt him brushing the back of her cervix which caused tiny bursts of pain coupled with searing pleasure to zip through her. Rohkan was torn. Watching her ride him, her breasts bouncing and her head thrown back was absolutely mesmerizing, but his instincts demanded he be the dominant one and be taking her not the other way around. She was challenging his authority and it made him see red. But fucking hells she was gorgeous sitting above him. Her toned thighs straining against his sides as she set a deliciously fast pace, her delicate hands wrapped around his tusks for leverage, breasts jiggling with each bounce of her hips and heave of her lungs, throat bared to him as her head tilted back as moan and heavy breath crossed her lips, and the best part, if he leaned up on his elbows, he could watch where their bodies joined and he disappeared within her sheath with every push and pull of her hips. Deciding to split the difference between himself and his instincts, he wrapped his hands around her hips as he sat up. Gripping her hips tightly, he forced her to comply with the pace he wanted, which was much harder and faster than her previous pace.

Releasing her hold on his tusks, her hands found purchase on his shoulders and her nails bit into his skin. That cord of pleasure was wound so tight, she knew she was close. Her abdomen was starting to contract and her thighs were beginning to tremble. Rohkan felt her fast approaching that edge with the new grueling pace he had set. Moving one hand down to the bed, he rocketed his hips up into her with bruising force. “Cum fo’ meh, Kè M'ti,” he whispered in her ear as the hand on her hip slid around and up her back, grasping her shoulder and pulling her down harder into him.

At his words, she lost all sense of everything as the damn broke. Her orgasm ripped through her and she screamed his name over and over again. She raked her nails down his chest, leaving red welts in their wake. Her inner walls clamped down hard around him and with one final thrust, Rohkan felt his hot seed unload deep with her. At the same moment, the whites of his eyes bled full crimson and his teeth clamped down at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, clamping tight over the pulsing artery. His sharp teeth punctured her skin and he felt the warm trickle of blood wash over his tongue. Greedily, he lapped at her while his hips still sputtered against her, emptying himself. Finally, his thrusts abated and with a final lick to her throat, he pulled his mouth away to look down at the trembling elf in his arms. She was gazing up at him through thick eyelashes, her lids barely cracked open. Her body was slack against him, his arms the only thing keeping her up. Her muscles were still sporadically spasming and he could tell she was exhausted. He cupped her cheek and placed a delicate kiss to her lips. This beautiful, strong willed, yet delicate creature that was now his.

That last thought hit him like a bucket of cold water and fear gripped his heart at what he had done. In the moment, his instincts had driven him and he’d done exactly what he hoped he wouldn’t have. He had claimed her, marked her as his. In the eyes of other trolls, she was now his mate. He could still taste her blood heavy on his tongue. His body hummed with the power held within that blood. It was clear to him now that she really was his true mate. He felt her rest her cheek against his shoulder, her body snuggling against him weakly. Sighing, he tightened his hold on her and scooted back towards the headboard. Trying not to jostle her too much, he arranged the pillows so he could lie back but keep himself propped up a bit. He kept her limp form cradled to his chest as he reached down and grasped the blankets, pulling them up and over both their forms and tucking it under her chin.

Letting his hand run through her hair and listening to the soft clink of her beads, he let his mind race. How the hell was he going to explain this to her? She had agreed to some nights of fun, not to mate him. Granted she had hinted at wanting him around longer than just some fling, but that was still entirely different than being suddenly mated to him. He heard her breathing level out and figured she had fallen asleep, as his hands continued to slide through her hair. Thankfully, it wasn’t like they were married in the sense of her culture. She could leave him if she so wanted, but she would be forever marked and any other troll would know that she had belonged to a troll. The words from that other Night Elf came back to haunt him. She really could be considered a troll whore if he left his mark on her and she didn’t want to be his mate. There was a way that used voodoo magic to remove his make, but he heard it was incredibly painful and his heart ached at her being in pain. But if that’s what she wanted, he would be there for her. This was his fault. But then again, a small, ok a fairly large, part of him wanted her to accept this. Even though they had just met, he wanted her in his life. Even if she hadn’t of been his true mate, he wanted to spend time with her. She was beautiful, intriguing, intelligent, and extremely strong willed and playful. He had been looking forwards to getting to know her, hell he still was. No matter what happened and which way things went, this was going to be hard on them both and their lives would most likely be changed forever.

But how to tell her that she was technically his mate? And how to explain everything to her? He figured he’d just have to lay it all out for her in the morning. No sense in hiding things from her. She deserved to know everything.

Aeia had been dozing in and out but she had mostly been awake. His hands in her hair felt amazing and she laid against his warm chest. She was absolutely spent and her muscles ached, but she couldn’t be happier. Sure, her first time with a troll had been incredibly painful at first, but his gentleness had surprised her. He treated her like she was the most important thing in the world and her heart swelled just thinking about it. She heard him mumble something above her so she focused on his words. He was speaking Zandali, and he didn’t seem to realize he was speaking out loud, but she managed to pick up a few words here and there. But what really had her snapping awake was one simple sentence. Well half a sentence because she wasn’t sure what he said at first, but she knew part of what he said and it sent a thrill down her body. She had caught the words, “di l" followed by “matlo m” and when those were put together in a sentence, it vaguely translated into, “Tell her she’s my mate.”   Throwing caution to the wind, she decided to just ask what he said.

A soft voice came from under his chin, “What does Ke M’ti mean?” He started at her words, thinking she had been asleep. Then he realized what she had asked. Running his hand through his own hair, he vaguely remembered calling her that. ‘How to explain that without explaining the mate and instinct thing,’ he thought to himself. Before he could answer she asked another question, “And am I really your mate?”

‘Well shit.’
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