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The Raptor	By : Wildfaerie Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6784 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: These two are just sickeningly sweet! I love it!! Please read and review. I love hearing from ya'll!! Enjoy!!!
Oh, and for those wondering Aeia’s name is pronounced: I-uh

Disclaimer: As per usual I do not own WoW and all references belong to Blizzard. I also don’t make a profit on any of this. It’s strictly for my own fun and my reader’s pleasure.

The Raptor

Chapter 3

Rohkan sputtered. Collecting his composure, he inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled. Drumming his fingers along her spine, “I thought ya couldn’ speak Zandali?” he asked, looking down his nose at the top of her head. With a yawn she answered, “I can’t.” “Da hell ya can’. How ya be knowin’ I said anyting ‘bout mates, if ya can’ speak it?” he fussed out. She snuggled against his chest, “I can’t, but there are some words and phrases I’ve picked up.” “Jus’ who n’ wha’ ya be hangin’ ‘round ta know da word fo’ mate?” he asked, a tinge of jealousy in his voice. He didn’t like the idea of her talking to some other troll about personal things of that nature. Even if it had most likely happened years before now. Aeia just shrugged her shoulders, “I dunno. I just pick up random facts. I knew ‘di l’ because that usually gets translated for me when I’m using the Goblins as a translator between me and trolls. As for mate, I’m honestly not sure how I learned it, but I remember it from somewhere. But you still haven’t answered my questions. What does Ke M’ti mean? And did you really claim me as your mate?”

By this point Aeia was completely awake, though her body was still very worn out. Her hands were idly tracing patterns across his chest, and her ear was pressed just above his heart. Every time he spoke she could feel it hum through him and she could feel his heart pace quicken when she asked about being mates. He seemed awfully nervous about it, and she could understand why. They had just met. And neither had had any intention of pushing this past maybe a few nights. Though if she was honest with herself, she was secretly thrilled. This troll just seemed to get her on a personal level. His reverence for her design on the headboard had touched her. Most trolls would have thought she was just crazy, and Night Elves probably would have thought her horrendously inappropriate for mixing troll and Elven culture together. However, she had always believed in the old theory that elves had evolved from the original trolls, so she didn’t see a problem with mixing the cultures. In her mind, that made trolls that much more special, they were technically one of the oldest races on Azeroth, and yet they were looked down upon so frequently.

While she lost herself in her thoughts, she felt Rohkan’s hands still on her back. Deciding it was time to finally talk face to face, she used what little energy she had left and pushed herself up, bracing herself against his chest. She was still straddling his waist and hadn’t realized that he was still inside her. The shift of her hips brought that little piece of information straight to the forefront of her brain, and apparently to his as well for he immediately grabbed her hips to still any more movement. “Careful woman, ya be sore ‘n tired, but if ya keep up dat wigglin’ ya gonna get meh started all ovah again. ‘N I can’ be blamed fo’ finishin’ ya again,” he said with a slight growl, but softened by a smile. Gently, he lifted her hips and allowed himself to slip from her, causing a gasp to fall from Aeia’s swollen lips. He placed her back down so she was straddling his abdomen well above his soft member. They needed to talk, any other activities could wait. Besides, he knew she had to be extremely sore and he wanted to give her some time so she wasn’t quite so tender. Relaxing his grip, he kept his hands settled on her waist, rubbing his thumbs softly across her skin as he looked up at her.

Aeia had felt her muscles clench slightly as he slid from her. But he was right, she was sore and she was thankful he wasn’t going to push for another roll in the sheets. Not that she didn’t want it, just she wasn’t sure if she could handle it right now. Things ached in places she didn’t even know could ache. But she was happy. Settling herself on his stomach, she felt a bit bad. She knew she was still very damp and sticky and was probably making a mess on him, but he didn’t seem to care and she wasn’t about to draw attention to it. Looking him straight in the eyes, she asked, “So, are you going to start explaining things? Because now I’m guessing that his wasn’t just some lover’s nip.” She ran her fingers over his bite mark. It was far from healed, but the bleeding had stopped and strangely, it didn’t hurt in the slightest. Tender yes, but no pain. She could feel each indention in her skin where a tooth had pierced her flesh. The wound may not be bleeding, but she was sure that if she were to look in a mirror, each tooth mark would be a bright angry red. A perfect match for his teeth. And now that she was thinking about marks, she looked down and saw two long deep purple bruises beginning to form to the right of each breast and moving down to her sides. Again, a perfect match to his tusks. She didn’t mind the bruises really and she was glad she never wore overly revealing clothes, otherwise she might have had a lot to explain if anyone were to ask her what happened. She could also see the start of bruises at her hips, suspiciously right under where his hands were currently resting. Sighing she started to tease him, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say I just got back from an overly long battle in Wintergrasp. I don’t think I’ve ever been so bruised.”

He softly trailed a hand over one of the tusk bruises, “I be sorreh, Aeia. Didn’ mean ta be so rough wit’ ya.” His eyes seemed to almost show pain as he looked over her bruised and battered body. Aeia swiftly grabbed his hand and kissed each large knuckle before resting her cheek against his palm. “Silly troll, I wasn’t complaining. In fact, I loved everything you did to me. I’m hoping for a repeat performance, maybe not right this second, but one none the less. You, my dear Rohkan, are absolutely fantastic and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so amazing and deeply satisfied in my entire life. If a few bruises are the cost, then I’ll gladly pay that cost over and over again,” she winked at him.

Rohkan’s masculine pride couldn’t help but swell at her words. He still felt concern for the pain he had inflicted and the bruising that was marring her beautiful body, but her words eased his mind. His hand slid around to the back of her neck and he pulled her down a bit as he leaned up to meet her, placing a soft chaste kiss to her lips. Laying back against the pillows he sucked in a breath, “I guess I be needin’ ta explain tings. Ya sure ya not tired? Cause dis gonna be a serious conversation, ‘n I need ya ta listen ta everyting. Den I be needin’ ta know wha’ ya be feelin’ bout it all. It gonna be a lot ta take in.” “I couldn’t sleep now if I tried. My brain is currently running a mile a minute wondering just what it is you have to say. And I’m beyond curious to know what I’ve been asking you over and over already,” she squeaked that last bit to him. She was getting a slight bit frustrated at him dodging the questions, but it seemed like he was finally going to talk.

‘Well here goes,’ he thought with a sigh, “First off, yes we technically be mates.” He quickly placed a finger over her lips to stop her obvious interruption. “Let meh finish. Den ya can ask whatevah ya wan’.” She simply nodded, his finger still pressed to her lips. Dropping his hand, he continued, “Ya be right, dat bite was more den jus’ a passionate nip. Mah instincts were drivin’ meh and dat’s da start of a mating. I poured some of meh powah inta dat bite. Dat’s why it doesn’ hurt, ‘n why it be healed, yet not healed. Dat bite be dere permanently.” Aeia’s eyes widened slightly at this, but she kept her mouth shut. She would do as he asked and listen to everything before asking questions. Rohkan closed his eyes and continued, “I dun know how ta tell ya dis, but ya be mah true mate, Aeia. True mates be rare, ‘n rarer still ta find one of anotha race. It happens, but is almost unheard o’. Mah instincts claimed ya even ‘fo I did. Dey recognized ya as mah true mate. True mates diffah from regular mates in dat dey ‘ave a deepah bond. I won’ be able ta read ya mind or nothin, but wit’ a completed mark, I could sense ya. I’d be able ta feel any strong emotion o’ feelin’ ya be havin’. Like if ya be scared o’ hurt. I’d know. An’ it be da same for ya. You’d sense mah emotions too. No mattah how fa’ apart we be, we could feel each othah. But only if we finish da mark. Da matin’s gotta be mutual. Ya gotta bite meh ‘n taste mah blood for da bond ta be complete.” Now for the part he really didn’t want to tell her. But he had to give her the option. He’d never forgive himself if he trapped her selfishly. “Dat mark be permanent. Any troll dat see it, gonna know dat ya belong ta anotha troll. Even most da Horde be knowin’ what dat mark is. If ya don wan’ dis Aeia, I be understahndin’. Dere be a way out, doe it ain’ pleasant, and I be sorreh ‘bout dat. If ya don wan’ mah mark, I can take ya ta my village’s witch doctah, an’ he can cast a spell dat be removin’ mah mark. It be real painful doe. But if it be wha ya wan’, I be dere fo’ ya.” His hands had been trailing up and down her sides and along the top of her thighs while he talked. The need to touch her all-encompassing. He knew his heart would break in two if she chose to deny the mating, but it was his own damn fault. She hadn’t asked for this, hell she didn’t even know about any of this. But he couldn’t, wouldn’t, force her anymore then he already had. His breathing almost stopped when she started to talk, he was so nervous of what she was going to say and how she was going to handle this entire mess.

Aeia was simply at a loss for words. She had heard that most Horde races referred to their wives or husbands as mates, but she had never really thought more than that about it. She certainly never knew that they could have such a deep bond. And true mates was an entirely new concept to her, though Night Elves did have something similar. They were called Alor’kal, or ‘Lover’s Stars’. When two Night Elves’ souls were intertwined and brought together by Elune, something special happened. When they partook in the bonding ceremony, their lives were brought in sync with one another. If one half were to die before the other, the one left would simply fade into a wisp to join their missing half. Neither would be able to bare living without the other half of their soul. This ‘true mates’ sounded a lot like that. Even if it wasn’t the exact same, the sharing of each other’s power and the ability to sense one another sounded like an incredible gift from the Gods and Goddesses themselves and was something that should be revered. If she truly was his true mate, then she would never abandon him. Her own heart railed against the idea of leaving him. She had never felt such strong emotions so quickly for someone. ‘It has to be because my soul and heart recognize him as well, as the other half of the true mate bond,’ she thought to herself.

She had been gazing at his chest, completely unfocused, as she let her mind wander through all that he said. Slowly lifting her eyes back to his, “What would happen to you if I decided to remove the mark?” She needed all the information before she let him know how she felt. This was a huge decision for them both and she wanted to make sure she really understood things clearly.

His heart sank, ‘I knew she wouldn’t want this,’ he thought. Swallowing over his breaking heart, he answered softly but truthfully, “I nevah be findin’ anotha true mate. Ya be da one Aeia. Doe, I might be findin’ anotha mate, mah heart will nevah be truleh complete. If ya be removin’ mah mark, part ah meh will be gone wit’ it. But dun worreh ‘bout meh. I be alrigh’. I jus’ wan’ ya ta be happeh. Whatevah dat is.” He gave her a sad smile as his hands gave the tops of her thighs a gentle squeeze before letting them fall to his sides. His palms ached to touch her, but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t if she was going to deny him.

Her heart nearly broke hearing the dejection in his voice. She raced to fix his obvious pain at her question. Grabbing his hands, she placed them back atop her hips before wrapping her delicate hands around his tusks and forcing him to look her in the eyes. “Rohkan,” she said as she licked her lips, “I’m still not entirely sure I understand everything being your true mate entails, but I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to fully explain it all to me because I would be honored to be your mate.” His eyes lit up and mimicking him from earlier, she placed a finger over his lips before he could open them. “Let me finish and you can ask anything you want,” she repeated with a smile. He nodded and kissed her finger before she dropped her hand away. “Before you start thinking it, I’m not agreeing to be your mate simply because you said you would never find another true mate. I’m agreeing because it’s what I want. Ever since you showed up at my shop threatening to take my raptor away from me, something within has reached for you. It was as though I couldn’t bear the thought of you walking back out my door and never returning. I don’t know if that has anything to do with being your mate, but it certainly feels like something powerful and instinctual. It’s not something I’ve ever felt before or something I even understand myself, and I’m the one feeling it. Yes, I’ve always found trolls fascinating and many of them attractive, but it’s like I’m drawn to you. The proverbial moth to the flame, and I’m hoping I don’t get burnt.” Her eyes had held his while she spoke, but now she glanced away as her nerves started to flutter in her stomach.

Rohkan couldn’t believe his ears. His heart was pounding in his chest, her words filling him with so much happiness, he thought he would burst. His inner instincts were practically purring with delight. She was his and would be for the rest of their lives. Instantly his mind paused on that. He knew Night Elves lived for hundreds of years. He hated the idea of her being alone after he was gone, for once the bond was completed, she’d never be able to be with another man. Her body would simply reject the idea, to the point of physical pain if she tried to force it. “Dere’s sometin’ else I be needin’ ta tell ya fo’ we do dis,” he said as he tucked a thin braid behind her long ear. Her eyes simply searched his, waiting for him to continue. “When da bond be done, ya can nevah have anotha man. I know you be livin’ fo’ maneh mo’ years den meh an’ it hurts ta tink of ya alone fo’ so long aftah I’m gone,” he said with a heavy heart. At hearing this, she brightened slightly and explained to him the Alor’kal. “Maybe it works the same? That once you leave, I’ll follow or vice versa if that be the case. Then there’s always the other possibility. You said that our power is shared when we share each other’s blood, correct?” He nodded. “Well you drank of my blood so it’s possible some of the power that grants my unnaturally long life now resides within you. After all, my people were descended from yours, and it was the gift of the first moonwell and Elune that gave birth to the first Night Elves. So just maybe, Elune will see fit to grace you with some of that same power, granting you a life span to equal my own. Besides, it was Elune and the Loa that decided to bind us. And you are a druid, one of those gifted by Elune’s son Cenarius and Gonk The Great Hunter together, surely they couldn’t have put us on each other’s path to have it end in misery.”

His brows furrowed, he had never thought of it that way. Of course, he never thought he’d be mated to a Night Elf either. This was new territory for them both. After they had completed the mating bond, he would have to take her before his village elders. He wanted to publicly claim her as his mate before his tribe and introduce her to his family, though she already knew his father so that made things a bit simpler. He had no idea how his mother was going to take this. She’d be thrilled he’d finally found a mate, but he wasn’t sure what she would think about that mate being a Night Elf. His sister would simply be surprised that a woman would actually be able to stand him, and he just knew his little brother would never let him live this down. Other than Krolak, his brother was the only other person that knew of his fondness for Night Elf women. Thankfully, true mates took precedence over the lines of their factions, so she would be welcome among his people, though they may not fully trust her at first. But he hoped that would change once they got to know her. Plus, he needed to talk to his elders about what she had brought up. ‘Could it be possible that his life would extend to meet hers?’ he wondered. These were things he needed to discuss with his elders and see if they had any advice or knowledge on the matter. He’d also like to know if this had ever happened in the past, a troll and a Night Elf being true mates. He’d heard of a troll and a Blood Elf, and even a troll and a Tauren, but never with a Night Elf. He took both her hands and threaded their fingers, “Ya sure dis be wha’ ya wan’? Dat I be wha’ ya wan’?” His voice was soft as he searched her eyes.

Smiling, Aeia answered, “More than anything. Well, except for one thing maybe. I still want to know what Ke M’ti means.” She crossed her arms and glared playfully at him. Running a hand through his mop of hair, he blushed as he answered, “It means, ‘Mah Leetle Heart.” Aeia about melted as her heart skipped a beat. She gave him one of the most beautiful smiles he’d ever seen. Reaching out, he pulled her down into a searing kiss. Her hands rested on his chest as his wound around behind her back, their lips moving against each other. She was his in every sense of the word and they both couldn’t be happier.

Tucking her head under his chin when she needed oxygen, she rested her cheek over his heart, hearing it pounding within its cage. “So, what do I have to do to complete this mate bond?” she asked, nuzzling against his chest. Rohkan was running one hand up and down her spine while he had his other arm pillowed under his head. He closed his eyes as he answered, “Da next time we make love, ya gotta bite meh da same place I bit ya, hard ‘nuff ta draw blood. When ya taste mah blood, ya gotta will ya power inta da bite, dat’s wha’ keep it from ‘ealin correctleh. Da bite will scar ‘n da punctures will stay blood red. It be showin’ dat we be belongin’ tagetha, an’ dat no otha man be touchin’ ya an’ dat I be wantin’ no otha females.”

The vibration within his chest as he talked and the constant beat of his heart was slowly lulling Aeia to sleep. She was stubbornly fighting it, “What about our lives? I like it here and I won’t be some kept woman or anything. I like hunting and doing things on my own. How will we make it work in the eyes of our factions?” Her voice had started to fade out as she struggled to keep talking. Her eyes were already closed and her breathing was starting to level out.

Rohkan knew she was fading fast, and he himself was extremely tired. Their lovemaking had worn them both out physically and this new welcome complication to their relationship had mentally and emotionally drained them. Using the arm around her, he slid her off and to his side, her leg still thrown over his waist as she curled against him. Her cheek was pillowed on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm under neck and along her back, his hand settling in the curve of her waist holding her close to him. “Sleep Ke M’ti. We’ll talk mo’ in da mornin’.” Reaching over, he thanked his long arms as he clicked the lamp off without disturbing the resting girl.

He adjusted the blankets over them, and just as he was closing his eyes, he heard her incredibly quiet voice, “Rohkan?” “Ya?” “Promise me something?” “Anyting,” he answered softly. “Promise me this isn’t a dream and that you’ll be here when I wake up. And that you’ll teach me how to speak Zandali. It’s so beautiful and I want to hear you speak it more often,” her voice trailed off, but he knew she was waiting for an answer before letting sleep claim her. With a soft chuckle, he answered, “I be givin’ ya mah word, I be ‘ere in da mornin’.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead and spoke several sentences in Zandali. “An’ I be promisin’ ta repeat dat afta I teach ya Zandali. Now hush Ke M’ti,” he said in soft whisper.

Relaxing back into the pillows, he had almost fallen asleep when her soft voice came again, “Rohkan?” Sighing, “Ya?” Her voice was so quiet, he had to strain his ears to catch her next muffled declaration, “I think I might love you.” His heart did a double beat and he couldn’t help the lazy smile that crossed his lips, “Sleep Aeia.”

He waited. Nothing. Nothing but soft gentle breaths left her lips and he finally closed his eyes and let sleep take him.

The next morning, Aeia awoke just before sunrise as usual. She may be a Night Elf, but many years living among the other races had seen her shift to a more diurnal life style, and at this point it had become habit to wake with the rising sun. She started to stretch when she felt something, or someone rather, grumble under her cheek. The arm that she hadn’t noticed a second ago, tightened around her body and pulled her closer to a sky-blue chest. The night’s activities suddenly reappearing in her memories.

“You stayed,” she whispered out. She honestly thought most if not all last night had been a dream. And if it hadn’t, that he would have left before she rose. Even after all they had talked about, she still honestly expected him to be gone, never to be seen again. She would have been heart broken, but she would have moved on. Trolls were notorious womanizers after all. The need to touch him became apparent as she slid her hand over his chest and started to idly trace along the long claw like scars over his rib cage. His voice startled her, for she thought he was still asleep.

Rohkan had woken at the same moment she had, feeling her shift against him. He wasn’t entirely sure how her more awake mind would process the night’s revelations, but he knew he wanted to be awake when it hit her. Keeping still, he didn’t want her to know he was awake just yet. However, he couldn’t help the grumble that slipped from his lips when she started to stretch. The leg she still had thrown over his waist had slid down and rubbed along his partially hard member. He could almost physically feel when the memories surfaced within her. Her whisper had surprised him. She seemed more in awe than anything else that he was still there.

“I gave ya mah word, Aeia. An’ I told ya I always be keepin’ mah word,’ he said as he stretched his legs out and his arms up above his head, a loud crack and several pops coming from his joints. He couldn’t remember the last time he slept so soundly or so comfortably for that matter. He could certainly get used to this oversized bed of hers. His feet didn’t even hang off the end when he stretched out. Like she had a troll in mind when she had made it, perhaps subconsciously she did. Rewrapping his arm around her, he pulled her close, “’Sides, I wouldn’ o’ left even if I hadn’ gave ya mah word. I belong right ‘ere, wit’ ya. I ain’ goin’ nowhere.” He finished the sentence with kiss to her forehead and started to drift back to sleep.

She tried to snuggle back against him and cuddle, she really did, but she had started to squirm. Cracking one eye open, he glanced down at the crown of her head, her braids splayed out over his chest, “It be earleh, mon. Rest.” His hand settled back into the curve of her waist and he tried to go back to sleep. Unfortunately, Aeia had other ideas. Sitting up, she looked down at him and he simply glared up at her through the slits of his eyes. “I can’t. Once I’m awake, I’m awake. I just get all this nervous energy and I need to do something. I’m not one to just lay in bed all day,” she said as she started to crawl to the edge of the bed.

She never made it. A large blue hand had wrapped around her waist and hauled her back to his side. With a sleepy, yet sex ridden grin, “I can be tinkin’ o’ a few tings we can be doin’ den, an’ still be stayin’ in bed.” Aeia’s face turned about twenty different shades of red and she playfully slapped his chest. Rohkan couldn’t help the laugh that spilled forth at her pink cheeks. “Afta everehting I be doin’ ta ya las’ night, ya still be blushin’ like a youngling.” Aeia just hmphed and crossed her arms as she sat next to his side. “Ya be cute when ya be poutin’,” he said licking his lips. Aeia just glared at him. His eyes drifted down to her chest and she remembered she was naked. With her arms crossed she was giving him a wonderful show as she pushed her breasts up and together. She squeaked and turned an even brighter shade of red before adjusting her arms to cover herself more completely. Rohkan just fell back onto the bed laughing. Finding a small pillow near her hand she threw it at him. “Stop laughing at me. Just because you’re used to having bed partners, doesn’t mean I am,” she huffed. “Whatcha mean? Ya weren’ a virgin,” he said slightly hurt and a bit confused. He knew she hadn’t been a virgin and it stung a bit, her implying that he got around, even if it was true. ‘Well, not anymore,’ he thought. A small part of him mourned the loss of his womanizing days. Especially a young troll that had caught his fancy on many a lonely night back at Sen’jin. And there was that rather talented Orcess that he had tumbled with on more than one occasion in Razor Hill. But after one glance at the beautifully bushing elf sitting next to him, all those thoughts simply vanished. She was quickly becoming the center of his world and he wasn’t minding in the least.

“I may not have been a virgin, but I’m not used to having a stranger in my bed. Been a while since I was with someone, and then we had had a relationship before sleeping together,” she explained. He could understand that. He would just have to get used to his shy little elf. He almost hoped she never lost that innocence, because she was damn cute when she blushed, and sexy as hell when she pouted. “Ah, but Aeia, I ain’ a strangah, I be ya mate,” and with that he pulled her down into a heated kiss.

Her heart skipped several beats at that comment. She knew it, but hearing him say it so matter of factly had her body instantly reacting. She felt his long warm tongue slip between her lips and she couldn’t help the small moan that hummed in her throat. Rohkan’s left hand fisted in her hair while his other pressed firmly against her back. He was laying back against this pillows with Aeia draped over him. One of her hands slid up to grasp at a tusk while her left hand was bracing herself against the bed. As she settled herself onto her hip at his side, he untangled his hand from her hair and drew his fingers over her shoulder, danced over her collarbone, and tripped over the swell of her breasts. Their need to touch one another fueling their actions. Reaching his prized destination, Rohkan wrapped his large hand around her breast, squeezing gently but firmly. Her moan intensified and when he pinched a nipple between thumb and forefinger, he could feel her heart start to race.

She was just so excitable and compliant under his hands. He loved how easily he brought forth so many little sounds and how her body responded at the subtle changes in his touch. Once he felt her nipple stiffen, he flattened his palm against her skin and started to slowly work his way down her body, learning her every curve as he went. The slight dip under the bottom of her ribcage, flat yet defined muscle of her abdomen, how her belly button dipped into her warm flesh, the curve of her beautifully full yet slender hips, hip bones edging out just slightly under her smooth skin, the soft angle of her body as her pelvis dipped just before her nest of soft curls, everything his hand felt he committed to his memory. Carefully, he slid a finger between her dampening folds. She was already warm and wet and ready for him. Gently he pressed his finger into her entrance, testing her. A sharp whimper broke from her lips as her legs involuntarily clamped shut. She was obviously still very tender. She may be willing, but her body wasn’t. He couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as she whimpered again when he withdrew his finger, but this time in need and desire. ‘She’s a frisky thing, even when she’s hurting,’ he thought. He knew he’d have to be careful with her, or her desires could seriously damage herself if they weren’t careful.

Aeia hadn’t expected the slight sting at his finger’s intrusion. She had only one thing on her mind and had completely forgotten just how sore she really was. Her legs had moved of their own accord and she couldn’t help the whimper that escaped. An idea sprang into her head. She may not be able to do anything, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t pleasure him. Giving him a quick nip to his lips, she began to trail kisses down his neck and then dragged her tongue the length of each collar bone, nibbling on the taut flesh. Eagerly, she nipped and licked her way down to the expanse of his broad chest. Her lips latched around his closest nipped and she used the tip of her tongue to flick across it. When her right hand rolled his nipple between her fingers, she heard him hiss above her. She didn’t stop her actions, instead she brought her teeth down around the nipple caught between her lips. Almost harshly, she bit down, earning her a hissed growl as his hand gave her ass a firm squeeze.

“Aeia, ya be ‘urtin’, mon. So, stop wit’ da teasin’ alreadeh,” Rohkan growled out. His blood was already running hot and he could feel his erection growing. However, he didn’t want to hurt his precious elf, but damn she was pushing his buttons. Then she had the nerve to look up at him through heavy lidded, lust filled eyes, just as she flicked the tip of her tongue over his slightly aching nipple. The action catching him off guard. His shy little elf had an erotic streak. “Dammit Aeia...,” he trailed off as she bit down on his other nipple. If she kept this up, her pain be damned. He’d tried to warn her, but there was only so much a young male troll could take.

Getting to her knees, she pushed the covers down past his hips. She licked her lips in delight as his already very erect member was revealed to her. Crawling over his closest leg, Aeia settled herself between his legs and eyed his member with something akin to hunger. She wrapped one hand tightly around the base and with a glance up along his body she captured his wide-eyed stare as she quickly took him into her mouth. She could just barely taste herself lingering on his skin and she found it strangely erotic. She felt powerful, holding something so sensitive and that held so much control over him. Sinking her mouth down over the head, she watched him. He had let his head fall back against the pillows and his eyes were shut. With a swirl of her tongue, she saw his chest start to rise and fall quicker with his heavier breathing. She set a fast, but steady pace up and down his length, her hand matching her movements. She was reveling in the fact that it was her causing these reactions from him. She was the one bringing forth his moans and hisses. The best reaction was when she dragged her teeth gently up his sensitive skin. Rohkan’s hips jerked forward and a loud moan dropped from his lips. ‘Apparently, he likes a bit of pain,’ she thought, as she sucked hard on just the head.

That tongue of hers was driving him absolutely wild. And then the teeth, that bit of sharpness over his delicate skin had his body almost spasming. He had no idea how she could be so shy and timid one moment, then be so sensual and dominant the next. It made his head spin, this complicated yet unbelievably amazing elf. His eyes about rolled back into his head when she slid her mouth as far as she could and he felt her swallow around him. Not once, but several times, the pressure building within her mouth. And each time her tongue would undulate along his length. She certainly had a knack for what she was doing. A twinge of jealous shot through him. He refused to even consider the idea that she had practiced this to become so good, for that would mean she had pleasured other men. And again, those it was long before he was even in the picture, it still irked him. However, those thoughts were scattered to the abyss when he felt her kiss and lick her way down his length and suck his balls into her warm mouth. A few choice Zandali curses hissed from between his teeth. Gods this woman.

Aeia was certainly enjoying herself. She’d never allowed herself to be this brazen with another man before. Night Elf men were just too proper and would have thought less of her if she had tried these actions with them. But she knew Rohkan wouldn’t judge her, and he seemed to be completely at her mercy and enjoying every second. His balls were slightly soft and felt odd rolling around in her mouth. It was such peculiar sensation. She pulled away slightly and let them slide from her lips. She could feel his member twitching and his abdominal muscles starting to contract, so it wouldn’t be long before he came. Moving her mouth back over his head, she set a much faster pace than before. Bobbing up and down quickly, her hand following her movements and squeezing tightly. Her other hand came up and gently started to squeeze and massage his balls. That seemed to be the tipping point.

Rohkan’s hand shot down and tangled into her hair. He couldn’t help himself as he started to help push her up and down his shaft. When he felt her hand gripping his testicles, his orgasm hit him hard. Her name ripped form his lips in an almost roar followed by a string of Zandali curses. Pressing down on the back of her head, he held her there as he unloaded into her mouth. He hadn’t meant to, but he just couldn’t seem to control himself. His seed shot down her throat as his hips convulsed against her mouth. Thankfully he was able to restrain himself enough so that he wasn’t choking her, but just barely.

Her hands clawed at his thighs as she tried to pull away, but the hand on her head kept her in place. Relaxing her throat, she swallowed as much as she could, and finally his grip slackened. Pulling her mouth off him and sitting up, she gasped for air as some of his seed dribbled down her lips and chin and fell between her breasts. Coughing a few times, she cleared her throat. Surprisingly, his taste didn’t bother her. She had heard that a man’s seed tasted incredibly salty, but while his was salty, there was an earthiness to it. It helped to soften the sharp flavor. She wouldn’t say it was pleasant, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Using the back of her hand, she wiped her mouth as she shot him a quick glare. She wasn’t mad, she had been the one to start this after all and she knew he could have been much rougher, but she did nearly choke.

Apologetic eyes caught hers and she noticed the tinge of pink on his cheeks. ‘Well at least he feels a little bad for it,’ she thought as she softened her glare. “Sorreh,” he mumbled out. Giving her mouth one last wipe, she crawled up his body and placed a quick kiss to his lips. “It’s alright. I’m not sure which I’m more impressed by, the control you showed or that I could get you to almost shout my name,” she said playfully. He was slightly surprised at how easily she tossed off his roughness. He thought for sure she would be pissed at him. ‘Just full of surprises, aren’t you,’ he thought as he licked his lips, tasting himself from her kiss. Smiling, “Well dat be one talented tongue ya got there. An’ I guess mah words from earliah be true. Ya do make love as good as ya cook. An’ ya got yaself a troll loveh,” he winked at her.

Giggling, Aeia kissed the tip of his sharp nose before crawling off him. “I think I got more than just a lover, but I’m not complaining,” her smile was large and bright. He couldn’t help but think how lucky he was, or how much he couldn’t wait to learn everything about her. Giving her hip a playful smack, “We be needin’ ta get up fo’ da day. An’ we both be needin’ to get cleaned up.” “You did make a bit of a mess,” she said smiling as she gestured to her sticky chest. “It be your fault, mon. Ya mouth be feelin’ too good on meh.” She just grinned at him before crawling off the bed and heading towards the bathroom. With a quick glance behind her, she saw him following her through the door.

Walking caused her muscles to twinge a bit and she stumbled, surprised by the pain and weakness. A thick blue arm caught her around the waist, steadying her. “Guess I be more den ya can handle, huh mon?” he teased her. “Don’t let that ego get too big. But I think I have an answer to an earlier question. The size of his tusks truly might represent his size, at least in your case,” she laughed out, a dusting of pink on her cheeks. “Dat so mon?” he asked with a chuckle. “Yup,” was all she said as she led him to the side of the tub. “Den it be too late ‘bout mah ego,” he said as he nipped her shoulder. Halfheartedly, she swatted him away and bent down to let the tub fill with warm, bordering on hot, water. Once the tub was filled high enough, she went to step in, but her muscles were still painful and stiff. Seeing her wince, Rohkan silently swept her up and stepped into the water, slowly lowering them both into the roomy tub.

The water felt amazing to his tense muscles. Almost instantly he felt himself fully unwind as he pulled her back to his chest, settling her between his long outstretch legs. Aeia had let a small hiss escape her lips when the hot water met her aching womanhood. Eventually the ache was soothed into nothingness as the warm water caressed her body. Delicately, Rohkan began to unbraid each and every one of her tiny braids. He sat all the trinkets and beads on a small table at the side of the tub that held her bathing supplies. She was amazed at just easily he could maneuver his larger fingers through the delicate strands. Once her hair was completely free, he ran his hand through her long locks. Her hair was just so soft and silky. Rohkan circled his arms lazily around her hips as she leaned back against him. She had never felt so utterly relaxed. He completely surrounded her with his large form and she felt safe and protected. He had slid his tusks over her shoulder and was gently nuzzling against the side of her head, his lips grazing her ear now and then. It wasn’t a sexual move, it was more of a comforting gesture. They both felt completely at ease with one another as they simply relaxed. It was as if they’d been lovers for years.

Once their aching muscles had calmed, Aeia reached for the small table at the side of the tub and grabbed her soap and washcloth. Working up a lather on the washcloth, she started to rub her body down. Before she had gotten very far, a large blue hand had snatched the cloth from her hand. Huffing, Aeia said, “I can bathe myself ya know.” “Aye, but I be wantin’ ta take care o’ ya, Ke M’ti,” he said with a smile as he began running the cloth over her shoulders, scrubbing gently. She had to admit, it did feel wonderful. Sighing, she willed her body to relinquish control and let him have his way. “Dat a girl,” he said with a kiss just below her right ear. Pink dusted her cheeks as she relaxed under his hands.

He couldn’t help it. His need to care for her and just suddenly become front and center. Plus, there was the added bonus of getting to run his hands all over her. He still couldn’t believe just how beautiful she was and that she was his. Slowly, he slid the wash cloth down her right arm, running it over every bit of skin before nudging her arm up. Getting the hint, she lifted her arm so he could scrub the side of her upper body. He repeated his actions on her left side before nudging her forward. Scooting away from him, he scrubbed her back. Once she was slick with soap suds, he set the cloth on his knee, raised just out of the water. Using his strong fingers, he began to massage her back. Starting at her shoulders he started to slowly work his way down her spine, paying close attention to any knots he found in her muscles as his fingers slid across her slick skin.

Aeia was in heaven. His fingers felt amazing as they worked her tense muscles. She could feel herself unwinding more with every press of his talented fingers. A soft sigh left her lips as he worked out a particularly stubborn knot in her lower back. When he couldn’t find any more knots and her muscles felt relaxed and at ease, he pulled her back to his chest. She slumped against him, feeling almost boneless, “Your hands are like magic.” Her whisper made him chuckle. “Ya not be helpin mah ego, elfie,” he said picking up the washcloth. “I think I’m going to just have to learn to live with your ego, because that felt incredible. Maybe even better then the sex,” she snipped out with a grin. He rose to her bait and nipped her ear. “Beddah den da sex, hm?” he growled out. His tongue slid along the inner shell of her ear. “Mebbe I need ta be fixin’ dat,” almost instantly he had her on her knees, stomach pressed to the side of the tub as he knelt behind her, trapping her. One hand held her hip, while the other slid down her front and between her legs. Gently he slid a finger into her tight entrance. She whimpered but he continued to stroke her hard and fast. When he felt her body shudder, he used his thumb to rub harshly at her clit as he curled his finger. The suddenness of it all and his complete dominance had her instantly coming. Holding her steady with his arm, he eased his finger out and sat back down, pulling her back to sit between his legs once again.

Getting her breathing back under control, she whispered out, “Fuck.” Rohkan couldn’t help the overly pleased laugh the broke from his lips at that little expletive. “Now, wha’ was ya sayin’, Aeia?” he asked, his voice rumbling with laughter still. “Ok, so definitely not better then sex. Happy?” she said as she crossed her arms in indignation, her body still trembling from that little display of dominance and the rapid orgasm. “Dat’s wha’ I t’ought,” he snickered cockily. Fishing the washcloth and the soap off the bottom of the tub and lathering the cloth, he resumed his earlier task. He made sure she was scrubbed from head to toe. He paid extra attention to her sensitive breasts, but was very gentle around her still slightly throbbing womanhood.

Once he was done, and she was squeaky clean, Aeia turned around to face him. Sitting on her knees, she took the cloth from him and began to return the favor. Rohkan rested his arms on the side of the tub and leaned back, allowing her to do as she pleased. He liked the attention and he figured he’d pushed her enough already and it was still morning. Her delicate yet strong hands scrubbed him from head to toe. She was overly delighted to learn his feet were ticklish and he and to forcibly yank her away from them. Finishing with his front, including his member, which he couldn’t help but chuckle as her cheeks flushed with pink while she ran the cloth over him there, Aeia had twirled her fingers, indicating for him to turn around. Instead, he switched their places so he was sitting in front of her, his legs stretched out and her between him and the edge of the tub. Raising up on her knees, Aeia began to scrub his back. And as with her, once it was slick with soap, she dropped the cloth and began to rub and knead his broad back.

He was more relaxed then she had been, but there were still a few knots that she worked out, earning her a soft moan in approval from Rohkan. He didn’t think he’d ever felt so relaxed or comfortable with a female in his life. She somehow made any stress he felt, just melt away. When he felt her push down on his shoulders, he sighed. Sucking in a breath and closing his eyes he let himself slide down into the tub, ducking his head under the water. He sat back up and rubbed the water from his eyes before opening them. Grabbing a bottle from the tub side table, Aeia squirted something into her hand. Suddenly her fingers were working through his tousled mop of hair. Her fingernails over his scalp made him shudder. He sank a bit deeper into the water, letting it come high on his chest so she wouldn’t have to stretch so much to reach the top of his head. Carefully she threaded her fingers through his hair, untangling the stubborn knots that usually resided in his messy mop. Hair fully lathered with soap, she reached for a small bucket on the floor. Filling it with clean water from the one of the taps, she dumped it over his head. Spluttering, he wiped the water from his face and cool water dripped from his hair. He barely had time to catch his breath as she dumped another bucket over his head. “Enough, woman,” he said as he shook his head, flinging water everywhere.

Aeia laughed when he shook, reminding her of Atal’ai after a bath. Slipping around him, she moved into the more open area of the tub and dunked her own head, wetting her hair. As she reached for the bottle, Rohkan beat her to it. With a glare, she turned around obediently. Again, she couldn’t get over how nimbly he could work his very large fingers through her hair, detangling the few snarls that his fingers caught. Finally, she her curiosity got the better of her, “Just how did you learn to be so talented at treating hair? I don’t understand how you can be so delicate with such large hands and fingers.” Rohkan shrugged his shoulders, “Grew up helpin’ mah ma take care o’ my lil’ brotha an’ sista. Zuraa, mah sista, used ta wail like a banshee when she be gettin’ ‘er ‘air brushed. I was mo’ patient den ma, so I got da job o’ brushin’ ‘er ‘air. So, I learned ta be gentle so she stop screamin’ ‘er ‘ead off.” “I’d like to hear more about your family. And one day meet them,” she said as he worked his fingers through her hair. “I’d like ya to, as well. Mah brotha will adore ya, an’ my sista, well she be hard headed so dunno wha’ she might tink. An’ I ‘ave no idea what mah ma will tink. Mah pa already be respectin’ ya doe,” he said. When his fingers slid through her hair without any resistance, he grinned. Picking up the bucket he filled it with mostly cold water before quickly dumping it over her.

“Ah!!” she all but screamed. Cursing him in Zandali, she wiped the cold water from her face. “Dammit, Rohkan, what was that for?” His shoulders shook with laughter before he shrugged, “Mebbe I jus’ like seein’ dose breasts of ya’s all ‘ard an’ perky.” Using one arm to cover her breasts, she splashed him with the other. “Damn perverted troll,” she muttered. Rohkan just continued to laugh. Turning her back on him, she refilled the discarded bucket with warm water and finished rinsing out her hair. Holding her hair out of the dirty bath water, she reached down and undid the plug, letting the water drain out. Aeia held onto the side of the tub as she rose to stand on slightly shaky legs. Almost all her pain was gone but her time in the tub had completely relaxed her to a near boneless like state. Seeing her wobble, Rohkan stood behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Thanks,” was all she said as she bent to refill the bucket and poured water over her, rinsing the tub water off. Easing down, to sit on the side of the tub, she handed the bucket to Rohkan who repeated her actions.

Carefully stepping out of the tub, Rohkan once again swept Aeia up into his arms. Aeia had decided to just let him take care of her for now. Her legs too unstable, besides it was rather comfy snuggled in his strong arms. Aeia pointed to a tall cabinet in the corner, “Towels are in there.” Nodding, Rohkan carried her to the cabinet. Carefully placing her on her feet, he retrieved two large fluffy cotton towels. With one hand braced against his arm, she wrapped the towel around her body just under her arms, while Rohkan wrapped his around his hips. Picking her up once again, he headed back into the bedroom and sat her down on the edge of the bed. Returning to the bathroom, Rohkan gathered up her hair beads and things and snatched a comb he saw on a nearby table. He returned to Aeia and sat on the bed behind her, gathering her hair in one hand as he began to gently run the comb through her long locks. Once it was thoroughly brushed, he began to rebraid her hair. She was surprised when he recreated her braids easily, almost matching what she usually wore. His fingers deft in their movements as he threaded the beads or tied her trinkets. ‘I could certainly get used to this,’ she thought. Once he was finished, he leaned back and admired his work. ‘Not bad,’ he thought with a smile.

Aeia decided it was time to get her legs back under her. Sliding off the bed, she held onto Rohkan’s shoulder as she stood up. When she was sure her legs would carry her, she slowly made her way to her wardrobe. While she pulled out her clothes, Rohkan combed out his own hair, although no matter what he did, in a matter of minutes it would be right back to the messy mop. Tossing the comb onto the nightstand, he turned to watch as Aeia got dressed.

Opting not to wear her full armor for the day, Aeia had pulled out a light linen shirt, a clean, unclawed breast band, a small pair of panties, and a clean pair of simple leather pants. Occasionally bracing herself against the bed, she pulled on her clothes. After she had shimmied into her pants, she grabbed her dragonscale belt and buckled it around her waist. She could strap her knife and pouch to it easily if she decided to go out at all.

Rohkan hadn’t taken his eyes off her as she dressed. Her beauty once again astounding him. Even something as simple as getting dressed left him almost breathless. Just as he was about to stand and search for his clothes that were still scattered over the floor, Atal’ai let out a loud screech and a chitter followed by a loud thump from downstairs.

Whipping her head up, Aeia immediately took off out the door and down the stairs. “Wait, Aeia!” but she was already gone. Cursing the raptor for the umpteenth time in barely two days, Rohkan quickly set about finding his pants.
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