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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 4
Duchene was glad that he�d taken the time
to cast that fortification spell on himself before coming tonight. It was
refreshing to be desired, to have a woman gaze at him with wanton lust. It sure
beat the alternative, which had mostly consisted of running and screaming after
he came. That did poor things to a man�s ego, especially when he considered
himself to be a generally nice guy.
Despite his recent orgasm, he was by no
means finished. He discarded his clothes as he guided Kian to the bed, and as
she sat, he knelt, naked, before her. Immediately, he caught the musky,
delicious scent of her arousal. His clawed hands curled gently around her
thighs as he leaned in and kissed her gently on her nether lips. �Hnnnhh�!� she
moaned at his touch, then gasped as he thrust his tongue inside her slick wet
folds. Wow, was she ever wet. She really had come from just his shadows.
She was every bit as delicious as she
smelled. He�d grown quite fond of pleasuring a woman this way, his way of
making sure his partner at least got something out of this before he scared her
away. An apology in advance, so to speak. He was so embarrassed about his
little problem that he had such a hard time talking about it. The few times
he�d tried, he�d been told it wasn�t a problem, but the result had been the
same in the end.
As he drove his tongue deeper inside her,
he started to rub her well-lubricated clit with his thumb. He was
oh-so-careful, ever mindful of the inch long, lethal talons tipping his
fingers. She rewarded his efforts with the arching of her back and the
intensifying of her cries. It was very refreshing to have such a responsive
partner!
Duchene skillfully brought her to the edge
of orgasm, then held her there. He withdrew his tongue from her depths and skirted
her heated entrance, slowly and sensuously. Kian�s tail was twitching like an
excited cat�s, and she her breaths were coming in short, high pitched gasps.
�Oh please, please�� she gasped. Smiling inwardly, he plunged his tongue inside
her aggressively while rubbing her clit with just a little bit more
pressure. Her gasps turned to shrieks and she bucked against his face. He felt
the hot, slick flow of her juices on his tongue, running into his mouth. Her
insides gripped his tongue rhythmically. Oh, this was heavenly. And he was
definitely ready for another go-round with this sweet, sweet draenei woman.�
As she recovered from the powerful orgasm,
he slid next to her on the bed and took her in his arms. She was so warm and
soft. He could feel her body heat warming his own skin. He reveled in the
feeling of skin against skin, closing his eyes in pleasure. His member, already
hard again, was pressed against her hot thigh. He ran his fingers over her
breasts, enjoying the sensual feeling of her nipples contracting under his
touch.
�I hope you�re not too tired to continue,�
he purred in her ear. The draenei shook her head no, her pale blue skin
darkening in a blush, her beautiful blue-silver eyes meeting his. It was
strange, he mused, she seemed almost innocent for a whore. Certainly, she
seemed unused to pleasure. He intended to change that.
They made their way further up the bed, and
he curled around Kian, who lay on her side. He slid one arm underneath her,
reaching around to caress the generous handful of her breast. The other hand he
slid down her front, slipping between her legs. At this, she pressed her rear
against his crotch, rubbing against his throbbing penis. Light, that felt soooo
good. He adjusted his position and coaxed her leg up and over his hips as he
slid into her hot pussy from behind. �Ohhmmmm� she moaned, spreading her leg to
allow him greater access.
Duchene could feel her beating heart under
his hands, and around his cock. He couldn�t help but gasp with pleasure as he
pumped her slowly from behind. She squished around him in such a delightful
way. It had been a long time since he�d had a night like this. So long, he
couldn�t remember when. He kissed her neck and caressed her plump breasts, and
he could have sworn he heard her purr. She clenched around him and he felt like
purring himself. Instead he thrust himself into her a little harder and deeper.
Kian made a sound that was surprisingly like a growl.
�Fuck me, hard, please?� she hissed. Well
how could he refuse a request like that? He grasped her hips to hold her steady
and rammed into her hard and fast. She groaned and arched her back, her tail
curling against his stomach. Gasping, he felt that peculiar floating sensation
overcome him as he started to come. Instead of fighting it as he always had
before, he let it flow into him. The soft light in the room was shut out
suddenly by the flooding shadows, and the draenei in his arms was quaking as
she came all over him at the slightest touch of shadow. Her spasming womanhood
coaxed more and more cum out of him in an orgasm that seemed to involve far
more than merely their bodies. His mind felt blown by the power flowing through
them.
The shadows lingered for a short while
longer, and it was almost more than he could bear, with Kian�s tight sex
gripping him so hard as she just kept on going. Then they dissipated, and they
were both panting, trying to catch their breath. He felt oddly refreshed, if
exhausted. Unwilling to move, he wrapped his arms around her and just relaxed,
still inside her.
�I have to ask you a question,� Kian said
when she�d caught her breath again, �why do you only breathe when we fuck?�
Duchene could not hold back his chuckle at
that. �I breathe. I just do it far slower than you do, so you don�t notice it.
My heart also beats, it�s the same thing. When I get excited, I breathe faster
and you notice it. Undead aren�t really dead, but we�re not fully living
either. In a lot of ways I�m still like most other living things, but there�s a
few differences. I can never father children, for one. That part of all undead
is gone forever.� he said, and fell silent. Thoughts of family brought back
incomprehensible flashbacks of the time before the plague, and he had no desire
to spend the rest of his night sobbing at a tragedy he couldn�t fully remember.
�I don�t know much about other species.
It�s part of why I came here, to Azeroth.� she said.
Well, Booty Bay was definitely the place to
see many races, he thought. Though he thought she was probably not seeing
Azeroth at its best when she was only seeing its cocks. He wondered if she�d
considered going into business on her own. Goblins invariably charged a hefty
cut for the privilege of doing business with them � she could certainly make
more without Gruben.
�Have you considered striking out on your
own? You could probably make more money that way.� he said. He felt her freeze,
and he wondered if he�d presumed too much and offended her.
�M-Muh-Gruben would be very upset if I did
that. Very upset.� She fingered the shining choker around her throat�it was the
same one she�d worn last week, he realized. To Duchene�s ears, she sounded
almost afraid. He�d thought she was here by choice. Suddenly, he wondered if he
was wrong. What if Gruben wasn�t just taking a cut, but taking it all?
�Are you indentured?� he asked cautiously.
�Yes.� Her voice was tiny, ashamed. He felt
like a piece of shit.
�I�m sorry.� was all he could say.
�Don�t be,� she said, �you�ve been nicer to
me than anyone else. I like you, Duchene. Don�t� don�t stop coming here�?� He
heard a sniffle. Oh dear.
�Kian�� he said, and tightened his arms
around her. He didn�t know what else to say, or what to do. The fact that she
was indentured and forced into prostitution and not a whore by choice
compounded matters. He felt guilty � in a way he was aiding and abetting her
abuse by being her patron. But she enjoyed and desired him; she�d made that
abundantly clear. He couldn�t remember a time in his long and lonely unlife
where that had been the case. �Don�t worry Kian. I�ll be back again.� he said,
finally, and felt her relax at his words.
He spent the night there. He was pretty
sure if he didn�t, Gruben would have another client in here to fuck her, one
who cared nothing for her, and that thought felt just awful. He�d deal with
this moral quandary another day. For now, she was soft and warm in his arms and
he hadn�t spent an entire night in bed with a woman since before the plague
took him.
***
Duchene nursed his ale pensively, watching
the bubbles rise. Never very appetizing to begin with, it was starting to go
flat. He didn�t particularly care, he had too much to think about as it is.
He was a fallen priest by most standards,
but that hadn�t bothered him much. He�d no congregation to set an example for,
no order to remain devout to. He might have before the plague, but since
becoming Forsaken, he had been on his own spiritually. Devout priests, after
all, didn�t visit whores, and didn�t make fortunes exploiting other people�s
foolishness at the auction house. They didn�t provide their priestly services
to the seedy underworld that existed in all societies. Duchene did all those
things. Yet he�d tried to be moral in other ways. He had his standards. He
tried to never judge the lifestyle of others, but he still found some things
distasteful.
Like the systems of indenture and even
slavery that were commonly practiced by several of the �neutral� races.
Ownership of other humanoids bothered him. It didn�t matter their supposed
faction � Duchene had long ago decided factionism was ridiculous � he still
didn�t like seeing other beings enslaved. The fact that, as Gruben�s client, he
was complicit in Kian�s indenture was uncomfortable.
It was just his luck that when he finally
found something to be with who didn�t fear him, she would be indentured to the
richest goblin in town. It was one more disappointment on the endless list that
made up his life.
He took a sip of the flat ale, then tried
not to react as he caught Gruben�s name in another conversation across the tavern.
Quietly, unobtrusively as possible, he cast the mind-vision spell on the
speaker.
��been to see that pretty draenei of his,
that one he calls Fashion Plate. He charged a pretty penny too, I�ll tell you,
but she was worth it.� His host said. Duchene thought it might be a human. The
man was sitting across from a dwarf, who nodded.
�Aye, I thought of it meself a time or two,
but ne�er could decide if the lass were worth the gold. That goblin must ha�
made a fortune on �er by now,� the dwarf rumbled.
�Fortune indeed. Don�t say nothing, but,�
the man leaned across the table and spoke to his companion in a low voice,
�there�s more to the story. A lot of people know she�s indebted, but I heard a
rumor that Gruben had that planned from the start. Good of him to think of the
rest of us. You don�t see too many of them draenei women willing to give you
the time of day, much less spread their legs for you.�
�Ain�t that the truth,� the dwarf declared.
�Why just the other day, I asked one�� Duchene let the spell fade, and stared
down at his drink, suppressing a growing anger. Something stank about the whole
situation, and it wasn�t him.
After a few minutes of cogitating, he came
to a decision. He downed the last of his stale drink, slammed the mug on the
table firmly and rose. It was time to visit Merridy.
***
An hour�s time found him at the door of her
dockside flat. He grasped the knocker and banged it against the door three
times, and then a fourth. There was the sound of movement from within the small
apartment, then a piece of wood slid aside and glowing silver eye peered at him
from within a teal-tattooed, dusky purple-skinned face.
�Duchene. What is it?� a husky voice asked.
�I need to talk to you.� The undead
replied.
The piece of wood slid shut, and a moment
or two passed. Duchene was wondering if she was going to turn him away. Then
the door opened slightly, and a purple arm reached out and dragged him inside
the darkened room. Merridy shut the door behind him.
�What do you need?� she asked. �You already
know what I won�t do.� The teal-haired night-elf smiled wryly.
�Nothing too onerous, I hope,� he replied,
�You know Gruben?�
�That shit? Mister
I�m-the-richest-asshole-in-town? Who doesn�t. He�s grabbed my ass a few times,
and probably would have tried more if I hadn�t made it clear that I�m hardly
defenseless. What about him?� Merridy took one of the two cleared armchairs
amid the chaos of vials and dried herbs, weapons and mysterious implements. She
gestured to the other clear chair, and Duchene sat.
�I want you to investigate him.
Specifically, I want you to find out any information you can about how he
acquired that draenei whore of his.� he said.
She grinned at him. �Been to visit her have
you? And she agreed to see you more than once?�
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
Merridy knew about his problem � he�d found her battered and bleeding to death
in an alley after her old �boyfriend� had decided he wanted someone new without
any complications from her, and had taken her back to his apartment and healed
her. In return, she�d gone down on him � he hadn�t asked and he�d warned her
what would happen, but she still did it. She�d never offered anything like that
again. �Can you do it?�
�What�s it worth?� the rogue cocked her
head at him.
Ever the mercenary, he thought, but he�d come prepared. He pulled a small silk bag
from his robes and handed it to her. She opened it carefully, sniffed its
contents, and pulled out a sickly-looking twist of plant matter.
�Deadnettle. I thought this wasn�t
available here yet.� She spoke. �I�d love to know your sources.�
Duchene just smiled.
�Yeah, I�ll do it. When should I go?� she
said.
�Wait another night. If he realizes that
someone�s broken into his place, I don�t want him associating it with my visit.�
Merridy nodded. �Any suggestions?�
�I�m hardly the expert on B&E � that�s
your trade. I have no advice there. What I�m looking for is any information
that might suggest that he�s been less than legitimate in his dealings with the
girl � even under goblin law. Blackmail material, in other words.� He�d felt a
moral pang at that when he thought of it, but decided that in the end, if the
material existed, using it to free Kian would balance out the wrong.
�You think there�s gonna be some?�
�I suspect that�s the case, yeah.�
�Yeah, I�ll do it, Duchene. There�s one
condition.� She said after a moment.
�What�s that?�
�If you manage to get her out of there, I
want to meet her, kay?� she winked. �She must be something special.�
Duchene smirked. �That can be arranged, I
think.� He and the night-elf both rose. She spat in her palm and held it out to
him. He grasped it firmly and shook. The deal was made.
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