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Fixation	By : Kitsunami Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 22373 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Three
Errands

Several days had passed since the party and Meloriana was feeling quite well. She got out of bed and stretched in front of her mirror. She stood admiring the look of her naked flesh, basking in the late morning sunlight. It was a marvelous day, and even though she had a few errands to run she was not annoyed – in fact she was looking forward to getting out and about. She dressed herself for comfort today, her dark grey and red robes identifying her as a warlock over nothing else.
            She stepped into a comfortable pair of her shoes and left the house. The first thing she needed to do was to stop by the tailor and give him a list of various articles of clothing and robes she needed. She also wanted to give him that tip for his very nice work on her latest lingerie purchase. She smiled and took a brisk walking pace toward the Bazaar.
            Meloriana strolled into Keelen’s shop with an air of importance and strode passed the two women sewing on either side of the room. She walked into the back and down the stairs and ignored the succubus in the center of room managing the leper gnomes that were being used for manual labor. She walked into Keelen’s backroom where he did most of his own important work. Keelen was bent over his work bench looking abnormally closely at two different fabrics. Oddly, there was little else on his desk.
            Keelen looked up when he heard her walk in and a broad smile spread across his face.
            “Well, Meloriana my dear. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
            “I have a chore list for you,” she said, producing a slip of parchment from her bosom and handing it to him. “I need to replace a few things that went… missing. As well as prepare for a bit of a business trip soon.”
            “Ah well, of course your order will be my priority. I will have it filled as soon as possible.”
            “You are simply marvelous, Keelen. I am not sure what I did before you.”
            “Traipsed about naked no doubt” Keelen gambled a joke as he turned back to his work bench.
            “Well, a friend actually said your work was preferable to that a bit ago.” Meloriana smiled. “It was quite a hit.”
            “Is that so?” Keelen turned around on his stool as he stood up. Then was caught off guard to find Meloriana standing very close. He stood still for a moment and stared down at her. She looked up at him and smiled her devilish smile, and her hands found their way to the belt of his pants.
            She deftly maneuvered her fingers to undo his pants and then reached inside his breeches to expose his rapidly growing member. Her smile broadened as she saw it and she began to sink to her knees.
            Keelen was blushing intently; it was not his first sexual encounter with Meloriana, but she always held all the power. She was the instigator. Meloriana wrapped both hands around his now hard cock and tentatively licked the head. Keelen let a hand drift to the back of her head and rested it there. Meloriana dragged her tongue around the head and then slid the tip between her lips and began to slowly swallow the length of his cock one centimeter at a time.
            Keelen looked down and marveled at her expertise. She looked stunning with her mouth wrapped around his cock. She slid a little further and he wondered how she did it. Every time he thought she couldn’t possibly take any more she swallowed a little more of his cock. She finally reached her limit when her nose was nearly buried in his pubic hair and she had almost his entire cock in her mouth.
            Meloriana slid back out a bit and then swallowed his length again, she repeated the process a few times, sliding his cock down her throat. But after a bit she began sliding more of his cock back out of her mouth, but as soon as there was enough of the length exposed she wrapped her hand around it and then her other one. She stroked the length of his cock with both her fists and sucked vigorously on the head, maneuvering her tongue around the tip and trying to stimulate the sensitive underside of the head.
            She felt Keelen’s hand tense against her head slightly and she slackened her grip on his cock and plopped the tip out of her mouth. She licked her lips – she did enjoy that task, if only because of the power it granted her over the recipient, as well as the sizeable amount of mana Keelen had just donated to her without his knowledge. But when she began standing up she noticed his look of disappointment.
            “You wanted to see me swallow it, didn’t you?”
            Keelen was immediately embarrassed and began to madly gesture apologies and shake his head no.
            “Don’t worry, I will.” She did intend to, but only partly for his benefit. It was actually quite convenient. She didn’t feel like going through the rest of her day with cum dripping down her leg, and she had business to attend to for which it would not be prudent to have it splattered across her face or robes.
            She pushed aside the pieces of fabric he had been inspecting upon her arrival and lifted herself onto his work bench so she was sitting on the edge of it. She began to pull her robes up revealing to him all that lay beneath.
            He cautiously moved towards her and grabbed her legs, then leaned forward over his desk and the exposed woman sitting on it. Meloriana leaned back on the desk and braced herself with her arms behind her. He bowed his head down slightly so that he could take one of her tits in his mouth. She pet his head fondly as he sucked on her nipples and shifted his feet to position himself. He brought the tip of his member to her wet and waiting lips.
            She smiled her familiar devilish and anticipating smile. Keelen slowly pressed forward and forced his way inside her. Meloriana moaned as he slid in and brought her hands to her chest and laid back fully onto the desk. She began massaging her own breasts and relishing in that feeling she loved so much, that feeling of being full. Keelen’s hands gripped her hips tightly and he was grunting softly as his thrusts grew quicker.
            She moaned more and more loudly and tried to focus on Keelen. She was watching him intently and could tell he was getting close. She reached out with one hand and touched him on the stomach to get his attention. As he stopped she rose to sit upright on the edge of the desk. She leaned forward to kiss him, sapping a little more mana from him. She prolonged the kiss, and slid off the desk, then broke away and began moving down his body, sinking to her knees. She smiled up at him one more time while wrapping both of her hands around his length. Taking the head in her mouth she began to work her expertise upon him once again. He made a sharp intake of breath as she worked, making great effort to drag her tongue across the tender area just below the head, on the underside of his cock.
            Her efforts were not wasted, Keelen gripped the back of her head tightly. He closed his eyes and grunted loudly as he spilled his seed into her mouth. She made loud exaggerated gulps as she swallowed it. He looked down on her with a slightly glazed look. His grip loosened and he began petting her hair lightly. Meloriana looked up at him and let the corners of her lips pull her pretty little mouth into a smile yet again, it was her greatest weapon. She stood up and pressed her body against him. Then gave him a peck on the cheek before she strolled back out of his shop.

            Meloriana huffed sulkily and crossed her arms as she left the building, her mind turning to the business at hand. There are only two kinds of men that Meloriana could not wield her power over. Those were men who were truly and deeply in love or those that were married to their work. Torian, the senior ranking warlock whom Meloriana answered to, was the latter sort. He was a warlock of moderate power, but exceptional intellect. He was constantly studying, and because of this he was in charge of The Sanctum – a place of study and training for warlocks residing in Silvermoon City.
            Meloriana had found out quite quickly after meeting him how futile it was to attempt to seduce him. He was seemingly devoid of the needs of man. Meloriana had never seen him appear tired, let alone sleep. He was always at the Sanctum later than Meloriana would stay, and no matter how early she arrived he was already there. He had no apparent interest in women, or even men. He had been witnessed receiving food he would have delivered to the Sanctum so that he wouldn’t have to leave his work, but it always sat idle on his desk. He was a machine built only to study, research, and on occasion give work to Meloriana.
            So Meloriana was never pleased to have him call for her, not that the kind of assignments she would be given were too much work. She simply hated to be in a situation where she could not wield the power. But as luck would have it, she was not completely without a means of improving her station. Torian had intended for her to make a visit to the barbaric hellhole of Orgrimmar and deliver some silly bauble to an orc warlock by the name of Neeru Fireblade. But she decided to see what could be done about this.
            Zanien would be the answer to her little situation. Although a powerful warlock, his diligence and dedication paled in comparison to Torian’s. Unlike Torian, Zanien was young and full of pride; he carried with him the prominent Sin’dorei arrogance and his own lusts. He was extremely susceptible to Meloriana’s charms, and more importantly he had a position of power at The Sanctum as one of Torian’s closest advisors. Properly motivated, he may be able to convince Torian to reconsider his decision to send Meloriana to Orgrimmar.

            Meloriana turned down a shadowy side street that seemed very out of place in the bright city. She walked purposefully with her chin tilted haughtily upward, ignoring the sinister and uncouth people who were inexplicably drawn to this part of the city. Here were the sellers of poisons and pleasures, the brothels and shops where slaves were sold to whatever fate awaited them. And in the midst of this depraved activity was the entrance to The Sanctum. Meloriana sometimes wondered why the warlocks of Silvermoon had taken up residence in this particular part of the city. Perhaps it was to maintain their high level of secrecy. Hidden among the pleasure houses and shady dealers they were safe from prying eyes. She paused at a shabby vendor’s stall and pretended to examine a silver filigree ring set with an emerald stone – undoubtedly stolen. When she was certain no one was paying any heed to her she slipped behind a gauzy, plum-colored curtain that concealed the entrance to The Sanctum.
            Meloriana padded softly down a spiral staircase and gave a nod of recognition to the novice sentry outside the main hall of The Sanctum. She brushed past another curtain into the hall. There were many warlocks here, some in small clusters murmuring in discussion, others practicing incantations or studying parchments or training their familiars. All were too busy to pay her any notice.
Meloriana picked her way through the crowded hall to the entrance of Zanien’s private study. She gently pushed aside the curtains and silently entered. Zanien lounged on a plush cushioned seat facing away from the door, languidly smoking a mana-pipe and studying some parchments with unfamiliar symbols on them. He had not heard Meloriana enter.
Softly she crept up behind Zanien and crouched to sensually nibble his ear, caressing it with her plump, soft lips and nipping it lightly with her teeth. Startled at first, he began to leap up, but she laid her delicate little hands on his chest and nuzzled his neck, murmuring, “No, stay … I want something of you.”
Zanien relaxed as he recognized who his unexpected visitor was. He turned his head to look at her and found her large green eyes gazing steadily at him. “And there is much I want of you …” he said, reaching for her.
But Meloriana turned away. “Not here – can’t we go someplace a little more … private? I don’t wish to be disturbed,” she said coquettishly.
“Would my chambers be suitable?” Zanien asked.
Meloriana smiled and pressed her lips to his in a lingering kiss. “Let it be as you wish,” she said.

Moments later they were cloistered in Zanien’s bedchamber, locked in an embrace. Meloriana knew she would have to please Zanien well to get the favor of him she required, and so she let her passion run hot and wild. She practically threw herself into his arms, covering his mouth with hot, wet kisses, letting his hands race over all the tempting curves of her body. She felt his swelling cock pressing hard against her belly through their clothing. Unbidden she stepped back and unfastened her robe, letting it fall from her body, leaving her naked. He filled his hands with her breasts, lifting them and squeezing them, then spread his hands over her belly and hips and around to her buttocks and, gripping them, pulled her closer to him.
Meloriana began to undress him, planting trails of kisses wherever she exposed his skin. Having removed his garments in this way, she then crouched on her knees and made a very deliberate path of soft, lingering kisses downward from his navel. She paused just before reaching his stiffened cock. She looked up at his face coyly with wide eyes, delighting in Zanien’s alarmed expression.
“Why … what … don’t need to stop …?” Zanien fumbled.
Meloriana giggled girlishly at his consternation. She grasped his cock firmly in her hand and slipped the head into her mouth, closing her eyes and moaning softly as if she were consuming a rare delicacy. Zanien groaned as she began to slide his cock in and out of her mouth as she stroked the base of the shaft with her hand. Soon Zanien was thrusting in and out of her mouth in time with her motions, his hands at the back of her head. As he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, she rubbed the underside of the head vigorously with her tongue, eliciting increasingly louder groans from her partner.
Suddenly Zanien withdrew his cock from her mouth. “I must have you now,” he gasped, pulling her to her feet and practically dragging her the few steps to his bed. He sat on the edge of the bed with his feet planted on the floor and pulled her into his lap, impaling her on his cock. Meloriana moaned. She was surprised at how much genuine pleasure she felt from Zanien’s urgent manner of lovemaking. His desire combined with her eager compliance made him fuss over her less than men usually did, and she enjoyed it thoroughly.
Zanien clutched her buttocks and bounced her up and down on his cock. Meloriana’s breasts rubbed against his chest and she kissed him, moaning into his mouth. Soon his thrusts were too lively for her to continue her kisses, so she buried her face in his chest, damp with their heat, and moaned out her pleasure there. Then Zanien gave a long, low groan as he pulled her down firmly onto his cock, his cum spurting into her until she felt it dripping down her thigh.
Meloriana was disappointed that it was over before she had reached her orgasm, but she didn’t show it on her face. She began to get up from Zanien’s lap, but he held her fast to him. She looked at his face, puzzled. He only grinned at her, then lifted her up and laid her gently on the bed, positioning himself between her legs.
“We’re not finished already … are we?” he asked her. Meloriana smiled and shook her head no, then moaned with delight as he plunged his cock back inside her slick pussy. She was even more delighted that his urgency didn’t seem to have lessened with his release. Again and again he pounded his cock deep inside her, his testicles slapping against her loudly. She felt her orgasm building inside her. She lifted her face to kiss him and drink a little mana from him as she did so to feed her mounting pleasure. Her moans grew louder and more uncontrollable, but she fought to keep her orgasm from reaching its fulfillment before he was finished lest she become too languid afterwards.
            It seemed like she had been teetering on the brink of her orgasm forever, though she knew it could only have been a handful of minutes, when Zanien spoke.
            “Cum for me,” he said. “I want to watch it on your face.”
            Meloriana thrilled in the way he commanded her. It exhilarated her inexplicably to be told to achieve her orgasm for the pleasure of another. She laid a hand on his arm and drew the tiniest trickly of mana from him, which was all she needed to send her orgasm sweeping over her in uncontrollable waves of ecstasy. She arched her neck and cried out wildly, clutching him tightly and shuddering. And through it all she saw he watched her intently, and she saw the pleasure he drew from it. Then as the pleasure began to recede from her, leaving lassitude in its wake, he groaned and pulled his cock out from within her, letting his cum spill forth onto her chest and belly.
            Clearly spent, Zanien lay on the bed next to Meloriana, lightly caressing her arm. After a few moments he got up and rummaged among their discarded clothes until he pulled a large linen handkerchief from his robe. This he handed to Meloriana so that she could towel the semen off her torso. This stirred her enough from her lethargy to remember that she had come here with the intention of seeking a favor. She turned toward Zanien, who had returned to lay on the bed beside her, and cuddled up to him in what she hoped was an appealingly affectionate gesture.
            “I’m so glad you were able to find time to be alone with me before I have to go,” she said.
            “Mmm … go?” he said, a little drowsily. “Must you be going so soon?”
            “I meant on that dreadful mission to Orgrimmar Torian assigned me to,” she pouted. “I must leave within a few days’ time, and who knows when I’ll be back?”
A look of budding concern appeared on Zanien’s face. “Oh! I do hope not for too long,” he said.
“I fear any time working away from Silvermoon is too long for me,” she said wistfully. “I do so enjoy … working … with you,” she said, casting her eyes down demurely.
Zanien rose to take the bait. “That won’t do at all! I couldn’t bear to have you sent away if it will make you so unhappy.” He paused, apparently thinking for a moment, then smiled as he reached a conclusion. “Don’t you worry about this another moment. I will simply tell Torian that you are assisting me with my present work and that you simply cannot be spared.” He grinned boyishly at her as he added, “It’s quite true, you know.”
“You’re such a darling to do that for me!” she exclaimed and pelted his face with little kisses, making him laugh.
“No, no. Nothing’s too good for you,” he said chivalrously. And well she knew it.
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