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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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Fixation Chapter Four
The Finer Things

Meloriana was relieved that Zanien excused himself to return to his post at The Sanctum shortly thereafter, freeing her to finally return home. By this time the sun was getting low in the western sky – what a busy day she’d had for the time to disappear so quickly! She longed for a meal and a hot bath. Discouraged at the thought of a long walk on dusty streets to get back home, she decided she’d earned the luxury of a hired palanquin to carry her instead. After all, she had worked hard that day and deserved a little rest. So she hailed a pair of porters and was soon on her way.
Lounging in the soft-cushioned palanquin she gazed dreamily at the tautly muscled back and shoulders of the porter in front of her, enjoying the stirring arousal she felt. What a fine luxury it would be to have young men such as these to serve her however she wished, she thought. Although she certainly couldn’t afford to keep a servant in her household, she did enjoy sampling that finer lifestyle from time to time, such as her present ride. The gentle shifting of the palanquin soothed her, making her drowsy. She smiled to herself and lay back on the cushion, daydreaming.
When she chanced to open her eyes she saw the rear porter watching her admiringly as he carried her, and this aroused her too. She let her hands roam absently over her body, stroking her breasts and curves. She could almost feel the porter’s eyes on her. She imagined him hungry with desire, wanting to touch her just as she touched herself, and these thoughts thrilled and excited her as they always did.
The palanquin came to a halt before she even realized they were nearing her home. She stepped daintily to the street and paid the porters, giving them each a gold coin in addition to their fee. She turned to enter her chambers and nearly tripped over a male servant dozing in her doorway! Startled though he was, he jumped to his feet to steady her, apologizing profusely. “Oh, I’m so sorry Lady Brightwing! I’m such a clumsy fool; I hope I haven’t caused you any harm?”
“I’m quite all right,” Meloriana said reassuringly. “But if you don’t mind my asking, who are you? And for that matter why are you sleeping on my doorstep?” she asked with a puzzled expression.
“I’m, er, Martas,” he said sheepishly, looking down at his feet. “I’ve been waiting here for you all day. I suppose I must have drifted off.” Meloriana studied him carefully as he spoke. The dark, tousled hair, the downcast, long-lashed eyes, the bashful manner, all seemed familiar to her.
Martas bent to retrieve a carefully-wrapped parcel from the doorway. “I’m very sorry this was not returned to you sooner,” he said, handing the parcel to Meloriana. “I waited until I could deliver it myself, rather than send another in my stead.”
Now she recognized him as one of Ambassador Kelemar’s servants – the shy, thoughtful young man who had assisted her in disrobing at the party. And now he had waited in her doorway all day just to return her gown to her! Meloriana graciously accepted the parcel and gestured to the door to her chambers saying, “Please, won’t you come in? Surely a man who made such an effort to return my things to me wouldn’t decline a visit?”
“Thank you, milady.” Martas nodded his assent and followed her into the apartment.
“Please make yourself comfortable,” Meloriana said as she walked past a sitting area with a settee and chairs and a small table. “I’m just going to bring this up to my dressing room.” Martas obligingly sat and Meloriana stepped lightly up the stairs to the second story where her bedchamber and dressing room were. She was still longing for a bath after all the day’s activities, and it occurred to her that she may as well use the company of a fine servant to her advantage. She stripped off her plain robe, exchanging it for a semi-transparent bathing robe. Thus clad she made her way back downstairs to where her guest patiently waited.
“I was actually hoping to go visit the bath house,” she said as she approached him. “Would you mind accompanying me and assisting me while I bathe?” By now she stood right in front of Martas, her breasts at his eye level. He stared at her, obviously admiring as much as he could see of her form, which was quite a lot.
“It would be my pleasure, Lady Brightwing,” he answered sincerely and stood to escort her.
“Oh, there’s no need of such formalities here,” she said softly, stroking his chest. From the rising color in his cheeks she guessed he took her meaning well.

The bath house was just a short walk from Meloriana’s apartment. Silvermoon’s inhabitants were fond of hygiene and socializing, and so it was only natural that they combined the two. The public baths were maintained by the city and anyone could go there besides slaves, who were generally kept confined anyways. There were bath houses in every district, so you never had to go very far to reach one. Meloriana lived in one of the more fashionable districts of the city; the local bath house was very fine with marble bathing pools and beautiful murals of nude blood elves of both genders, many performing sexual acts. The tubs were set directly into the floor in a circular pattern surrounding a large pool. The tubs each had one barred grate set into the lip of the rim through which hot water trickled slowly in, and the pool had four such faucets. They were all equipped with drains so that the water was running from each tub at about the pace it was running into it. This system insured that the water in the tubs was kept both hot and relatively clean.
“Come” Meloriana spoke shortly as she began navigating the tiled floor carefully, Martas in tow. She found an unoccupied tub toward the far side of the bath house and stopped at its rim, her toes hanging out over the water. With a glance and a smile over her shoulder at Martas, she dropped her shoulders and held her arms out to her sides. Martas recognized his queue and reached out to slide the robe off of her. She let out a small gasp at the feeling of the soft fabric sliding down her body and across her perked nipples. She brought her arms in when she was free of her robe and dragged her own palms over her body now. The inside rim of the tub had a bench wrapping around it, serving as both a seat and a step. She stepped daintily upon it and then the floor of the tub. Lowering herself slowly into the heated waters as Martas carefully folded her robes. He finished just as she took her seat on the bench. She smiled to herself when he approached, but waited for her word to undress.
“Grab some soap, darling.” She spoke affectionately to him, as though she were asking a chore of her child. “I would very much like for you bathe me.”
Martas eagerly moved to oblige; several bathing implements were kept on shelves that were interspersed along the walls, all the way around the interior of the bath house. He returned and set the bar of soap near the edge of the tub, then began lowering himself to lie on the ground and lean over the rim to bathe her.
She giggled when she realized what he was doing. “You may come in with me” She told him, to his excitement. He stood up straight and practically tore his shirt off over his head and began fumbling with his belt. When he was fully naked, he laid his clothes in an unorganized pile next to Meloriana’s carefully folded robe. Martas nearly dropped himself into the tub in his excitement. He took enough care not to let his haste cause a splash that might disturb Meloriana, but not so much that he didn’t have to stand back up because he submerged his most delicate parts in the hot water too quickly. This set Meloriana to giggling again at the blushing and embarrassed young man while he much more slowly lowered himself into the tub.
She took him by the hand and pulled him close enough for her to lean in and steal a kiss, as well as a tiny bit of mana. “Come” she said to him in a hushed voice, her cheek touching his. “It has been a long day, and I desperately need your attentions.”
            He dutifully took up the soap and went to work, dragging the bar along her arm, setting it down, and rubbing down the spot by hand. Meloriana began finally to relax, leaning back and enjoying the situation: the careful attentions of a servant on her torso, the feeling of the hot water, and of course the view. She looked out across the bath house at all the other patrons and made note of the ones doing more than just bathing.
            One man caught her attention; he was clearly someone of means and was being attended to by a very young man, practically a boy. The boy was scrubbing him down much like Martas was doing for her. But it seemed that as he worked his way down the man’s body and closer to his, now erect, member that the man was getting more excited. He must have given a motion or made a command that Meloriana was too far away to notice, because the boy stopped what he was doing and set the soap down. He turned around and brought himself onto his knees, on the bench, leaning out onto the floor with his arms to brace himself against it.
            Martas had moved onto her breasts by now, and she turned her head to give him another kiss, but kept her eyes on the man and his servant as best she could. The man had now brought himself up behind the boy and had begun fucking him vigorously. The boy was facing almost toward Meloriana and she could see his face. He appeared to be gritting his teeth, but clearly this was a chore which he was used to, unlike the Draenei slave from the party.
            Martas moved down her stomach, just as the boy and been doing for the man. And as Meloriana grew excited and watched, she began to play, not with herself, but rather with Martas. Gripping his cock loosely under the water and stroking it idly as the man reached his grunting climax. He collapsed back into the tub and sat, exerted, on the bench. His young servant stood up and turned around to return to washing, now that his master’s lust was sated. Meloriana could just barely see as he stepped back into the water, that a small amount of cum was leaking back out of his ass.
            Meloriana was very aroused by now, and Martas was running out of body to wash before she would need to change position. So she did, she stood up and turned around to take the same position the boy had just taken. Leaning out of the tub, with her knees spread on the bench. She thought for a moment before committing to an idea, and spoke her instructions to Martas softly.
            Martas nodded quickly, a little surprised and brought his hand up between her legs. He brought his fingertips to her nether lips, soaked from the bathwater and her own juices, and slid his pointer and middle fingers inside. Moving them around and twisting his wrist, until his fingers were thoroughly covered in her juices. He then removed himself from her, and raised his arm slightly. So his fingers were now level with her ass. He looked to her for confirmation and received a nod. She took a deep breath as Martas began sliding his middle finger into her asshole. He moved at a slow pace, but Meloriana had previously not even experimented with this orifice at all, and so was both apprehensive and physically adjusting. She lifted an arm to motion for him to pause when he managed to get his second knuckle in. He immediately obeyed, but after a moment of quiet stillness he grew bold and started to twist his wrist around once more, spinning his finger in her ass. This elicited a low moan from Meloriana that he almost couldn’t hear.
            Meloriana longed to have access to this kind of luxury at all times. Martas was very experienced. Belonging to the Ambassador’s family he had certainly been used for pleasure before. While there were certain lines not to be crossed when dealing with other citizens of Silvermoon (as servants were, unlike slaves), to own one still meant that they not only had freedom from tedious household tasks but also a living sex toy to take care of more important household needs.
“Wet your fingers again” She managed with a breathy voice. Martas suspected this was because she wanted her pussy to get some attention and not because they required more lubricant. But he obliged anyway, and brought his fingers again to her folds and slipped between them. As he worked, he leaned forward, growing adventurous, and planted a small kiss on her rear. She seemed to appreciate his affection, and an idea struck him. He leaned over her, getting as close as he could, before whispering with a red face to ask for her permission. Meloriana was surprised, but quickly nodded and agreed.
            Martas returned to his position and redoubled his efforts to please her with his right hand, but brought his left up and took hold of one of her cheeks, pulling it open. Meloriana lowered herself down to rest on her forearm and brought an arm back to pull open her other cheek for him. He now had an unobstructed view of her most guarded orifice and bent his neck forward to give it a kiss. Tenderly at first, his energy grew, and he began to work at it with vigor. Plunging his tongue into her ass as far as he could or drifting to either side to nip at her fleshy cheeks.
            “Wait” Meloriana managed; now breathing hard in her arousal. She stood up on the bench of the tub and turned around, noticing as she spun that they had attracted a bit of attention, in spite of her efforts to keep quiet. A few blood elves in the tubs nearest to them had stopped bathing to watch. Including, she noticed, the boy servant who had been reamed earlier, but not his master.
            She sat down on the rim of the tub and began to lie back onto the tiled floor. Putting out her elbows behind her to prop herself up. She lifted her knees high into the air, and spread her legs. She had now put herself completely on display to Martas (and most of the bath house) who was still in the tub. He took over from there and buried his face between her legs again. Lapping primarily at her clit, he let one hand roam up her thigh and grasped it tight. The other came towards his face, and he began sliding his middle finger into her ass once more. He reached his second knuckle again, but Meloriana was quickly abandoning her need for silence and showed no signs of stopping him again. He continued to press on, but with a devilish thought, he extended his pointer finger as he did so. Now one of his fingers was penetrating her pussy, and the other her ass. He delved deeper into both steadily, while he licked and sucked at her clit.
Martas could even reach her clit with his thumb, so he replaced his mouth with that and lifted his face to look at her. Writhing and moaning in the throes of passion, she was a sight to behold. Her full breasts bounced left and right and she whipped her gorgeous black hair about every now and then, flicking off droplets of water from the tips in all directions. He would have suckled her breasts could he have reached, but instead he began to trace kisses down her lower stomach while speeding up the motions of his hand. Meloriana was getting very close and began to signal it. Her moans grew louder and she let herself lie completely on her back. Thus her hands were free to grab Martas by the back of the head. He understood and began sucking on her clit in earnest, it was just enough to put her over the edge. Despite her loud moaning until now, Meloriana felt the sudden presence of modesty during her orgasm and whipped a hand to her own mouth, muffling her screams of ecstasy.
Meloriana slid back into the tub, and leaned heavily against Martas, ignoring the satisfied onlookers. Her orgasm had been potent, and tired her further after having already been winding down. She cuddled up against Martas and let one hand drift to his cock, grasping it loosely. It was hard as it has ever been and she rather dreaded dealing with it at this point, she certainly didn’t have the energy for anything like her adventures at the party, when he had last seen her.

The walk back to her apartment was just as short, but felt much longer to Meloriana who now viewed even walking as a contemptible chore. Martas was growing ever more excited, she noted despite his attempts to hide it. She took him by the hand and led him upstairs, to her bedroom. She shed the robe along the way, leaving it draped on her furniture. Martas followed suite and began undressing with haste as he followed. She reached the bed as Martas lagged behind; his shirt stuck over his head, and threw her upon it. Slowly rolling over onto her back to face Martas as he crawled on top of her in what she was sure he imagined to be a sensuous way. She wrapped her arms around his neck as it came within her reach. Then spread and lifted her legs to allow him to get between them.
            Martas could barely restrain himself to slide into her so slowly. But soon his desire overcame his subservience and he began to pump into her vigorously. Meloriana contributed little to nothing to this encounter. She was not so cruel as to tease him so and send him home with an erection like the one he had. But he was still a servant, and she had no cause to impress him. Nor did she have the energy to get the most out of her temporary manservant. This was merely her being courteous to him.
            Martas was reaching his peak quickly, and his grunts began to get faster and louder. He arched his back when he came, as if he somehow hoped to drive his cock deeper into her for his orgasm. Meloriana drew a chunk of mana in through his cock during this episode as well. She pulled him by the neck down to her side, and gave him a brief kiss. She pulled in one last tiny trickle of mana as she did so.
            “Do you have to be back at the Ambassador’s tonight?” She asked, not caring what the answer was.
            “Yes” He answered with a grimace, then looked out the window. “Soon”
            “Stay as long as you need to” Meloriana told him as she rolled away, putting her back to him. “Perhaps I will see you at his next party.”
            She offered him a bit of hope to hold onto as well as getting her pleasantries out of the way. The day, her recent orgasm, and the hour all began to weigh heavily upon her. The mildly intoxicating effects of the mana she took from Martas modified her tired state nicely. She was drifting into a deep and peaceful sleep.
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