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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 3
There was another pound on the door as
Duchene hurriedly rose from the bed. Kian gestured quickly to a stand near the
bed where an assortment of dressing gowns hung. Duchene grabbed one and slid it
on, and tossed her another. Kian nodded and donned it as her client moved to
open the door. Gruben stood at the entrance, brandishing a club and looking
angry.
�I heard screaming,� the goblin snapped, �I
didn�t authorize any damage. You�ll pay extra if I have to get her healed.�
�That won�t be necessary. I am a priest.�
Duchene said. �As you see, she is unharmed. She was merely� enjoying herself.�
The goblin put his hands on his hips.
�She�s not here to enjoy herself!� Gruben snarled.
Duchene raised a hand in a placating
motion. �She was merely doing as I requested. I am well pleased with her
performance. I shall be returning to rent her services again, Mister Gruben.�
The undead had not in actuality made any
requests that Kian knew of, but she was hardly going to reveal the lie. She had
no complaints of his treatment of her!
Gruben dropped his aggressive stance. Kian
allowed herself to relax.
�Alright, but your time�s up. You have five
minutes to get your stuff and leave before I start charging you for another
half hour.� Gruben grumbled, and shut the door.
Kian sat on the bed with her hands in her
lap and watched as Duchene gathered his wayward clothes and dressed himself.
She was feeling a variety of emotions. Amazement, confusion, and desire warred
with each other inside of her. No one had ever made her feel the way Duchene
had just made her feel. She didn�t want to see him leave, and hoped he would
indeed return. This was a very new sentiment for her; most of the time she
couldn�t wait to see her clients leave.
The undead man finished adjusting his
clothes, and approached her. Hurriedly, he embraced her and planted a kiss on
her lips. Kian returned both the embrace and the kiss, melting into his arms.
�Expect me in a week,� Duchene said, as
Gruben started to pound on the door.
�You have thirty seconds!� came the
goblin�s muffled voice through the wood. Duchene opened the door and exited
with grace, as though he�d never been hurried. Kian felt a pang of sadness as
her client vanished into the corridor.
�Alright Fashion Plate, get cleaned up. You
got another appointment in twenty minutes. Oh, and Fashion Plate? In addition
to scrubbing the floors, you�re going to re-clean my bathroom tomorrow. You
didn�t do a good enough job on it today. I don�t want to see any more streaks
on the mirror this time.�
Kian clenched her jaw. There were no
streaks on the mirror. She knew Gruben was just doing this to further humiliate
her. But there was no use protesting. In the few months she�d been in Gruben�s
clutches she�d learned that the easiest way to avoid punishment and the agony
of the collar was to shut up and do what she was told. The electrification was
the least of the collar�s punishments. Sometimes she fantasized about what she
would do to the goblin if she ever managed to get it off.
She used the small bathroom attached to the
business room to clean up, and then got ready to receive her next client. When
he arrived, Kian steeled herself for a long night. It was a troll dock worker
who occasionally came for her services and invariably spent several hours
pounding her. Trollish regeneration and stamina was something that had to be
experienced to be believed.
Duchene and his wonderful shadows must have
affected her more than she had realized. While the troll had her bent over the
bed, one hand gripping her horns to keep her steady as he fucked her hard from
behind, she actually experienced pleasure, and even came, moaning. The troll
had slapped her ass and called her a good girl, unloading himself inside her.
Thirty seconds later it was back to business as the troll switched to her ass.
It didn�t happen again. Long night indeed.
***
Kian waited the seven promised days
eagerly. Just thinking that he might come to see her had her all worked up. So
much so that she had slipped into fantasies of him while fucking a gnome and
came. The surprised gnome was so gratified by this that he slipped her a few
gold on the way out. She didn�t let him on to the true reason for her
excitement. She�d accepted the money and added it to the secret stash she had
started out of similar gifts.
Around the time Duchene had arrived last
time, Kian was in the business room. She was sitting on the bed, staring at the
door avidly. When the door finally opened, she was almost trembling. Sure
enough, there was the undead priest, just as he had promised. Before she knew
what she was doing, she had stood up and gone to him, and thrown herself into
his arms. Her mouth locked with his. With a jolt she realized what she had just
done � Gruben would have a fit if he found out. But no, Duchene was returning
her affection every bit as passionately as she was giving it to him.
When she finally had to stop for air,
Duchene smiled at her. �Miss me?� he asked, amused. Kian felt her face heat up.
�I�m glad to see you too.� he continued. She smiled back at him, feeling
somewhat shy. Shy of all things. She was a whore, now! Seven days had
done nothing to dampen the maelstrom of emotions Duchene evoked in her.
She kneeled before him, grasping through
the rich silks of his clothing and finding his hardening member. She squeezed
it gently. He inhaled sharply at her touch. �You really did miss me,
didn�t you,� he teased, running his fingers through her hair.
�Yes,� she replied, using her other hand to
fiddle with the clasp of his robe. She got it open, and hissed in annoyance
with the discovery of his trousers. He chuckled and helped her push them down.
His penis, grey and erect, sprung forth from its prison. With a ragged breath
of desire, she stroked it gently then leaned forward and took it in her mouth
as though it were a rare and precious fruit.
�Ohhhh,� Duchene moaned as her lips
fastened on his sensitive flesh. She began to suck and lick, and slipped her
long-fingered hands further into his trousers to draw forth his hairless,
sensitive balls. At the delicious sensation, the undead tightened his fingers
on her head and thrust, groaning.
She ran her lips and tongue down his
length, savouringly, exploring his length. She didn�t normally enjoy this act,
but tonight she wanted it. She wanted to feel his seed running down her throat,
and to feel herself enveloped in his shadows as he came. The thought aroused
her, she could already feel her nipples tightening as they stood proudly on her
breasts, and her sex was already hot and moist. With glee, she closed her eyes
and sucked him deep and hard in her mouth.
Kian relaxed her mouth and allowed him
deeper in. Undeath hadn�t done any damage to his member, and it was still a
decent seven inches, and fairly thick. The draconic instincts which allowed her
to swallow things whole permitted her to let him deep in her throat without
discomfort. Her tongue moved, massaging the veiny underside of his cock. He was
dripping pre-cum quite copiously into the back of her throat. The taste wasn�t
unpleasant, more bitter than that of non-undead men, but otherwise inoffensive.
She hummed her approval. That brought a gasp from him and a few fast, hard
thrusts in her mouth.
His breathing picked up and he gripped her
horns, holding her steady as his thrusting picked up pace. (She�d noticed that
undead only seemed to breathe when they were having sex� she�d have to ask him
about that if she got the opportunity.) She could tell by the throbbing of his
dick in her mouth and the steady leak of fluid in her throat that he was very
close. She kept one hand caressing his sac and slipped the other between her
own legs, finding her already soaked folds and rubbing the spot that he himself
had taught her brought intense pleasure. She closed her eyes and moaned.
�Oh Light!� Duchene gasped, and though
Kian�s eyes were closed, she still knew when the shadows came. Under her
fingers, his sac tightened. Her skin felt electrified as the first hot gush
flowed down her throat. She opened her eyes slightly, seeing the swirling
purple-green-black envelope them both. The shadows flowed all around her,
setting every nerve buzzing, filling her with their sweet power, so different
yet so similar to her own lost magic. She moaned around his member, loud and
long, as the ecstasy washed through her. Duchene stiffened and thrust hard one
more time in her mouth. Thick ropes of his seed rolled down, and she swallowed
reflexively. This brought a strangled grunt of pleasure from her undead lover.
Finally, she milked the last bitter drops
from him. She gently released his member and pulled away from his crotch. The
hands on her horns stroked her short hair, then he reached down and helped her
to her feet. He grasped the hand that had been in her pussy, and pulled it to
his lips. She shivered as he sucked her juices off of her fingers. His other
hand idly caressed her breasts, his talon tips running gently over her nipples.
The feeling was exquisite.
Gently but insistently, he guided her
towards the bed. When she gave him a curious look, he smiled at her and said,
�We�re not done yet, darling. I have you for the rest of the night if we want.�
She almost purred; the thought of an entire night with him was very attractive.
And his use of the word �we� did not escape her notice � most of her clients
didn�t give a damn about her one way or another. She was just another
receptacle for their loads, more tempting and exotic than the other whores in Booty Bay because draenei were still rare, and draenei whores even more so. (If only they
knew the truth, she would love to see the faces of some of the crueler ones if
she ever regained her true form again.) Duchene was different, and she could
adore him for that alone.
For whatever reason, Duchene cared about
her pleasure. He wasn�t just here to get himself off; he seemed to want to make
her come as much as he could. He was respectful and considerate, and obviously
pleased by her own ardent response to him. And she had never in her life felt
pleasure such as that which he could invoke with his shadows.
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