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Bal'a Dash, Malanore	By : Makkoska Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3070 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: A shorty this time.
Warning: (if you need any): Sex in this chapter.

Part 5 – Disagreements

The day hadn’t started well, and have quickly descended into downright terrible. It was bad enough to wake up with his head ponding and his mouth feeling like it was stuffed with cotton. It had been made worse by his friends being right there when he woke up in this condition and that he wasn’t sure how mad Zangah was at him. But to have his father visit on top of everything – that was what made Ardel curse his fate.
He really wasn’t ready for a speech about obligations, pride and whatever. He desperately wished he was out in the wilderness somewhere, getting lost due to one of Zangah’s ancient maps, as far away from his birthplace as possible. He groaned and covered his face in his hands.
Varmish stopped in mid-speech.
‘Are you listening to me son at all?’
‘Yes, father,’ Ardel lied, ‘go on.’
But he didn’t. His strict expression softening a little, he stopped his pacing and sat down next to Ardel.
‘I know you have been through a lot,’ he awkwardly patted Ardel’s knee, ‘and I can imagine life has been different while you were living on the godforsaken, barbaric continent,’ he stopped for a second, and Ardel wondered if he was really trying to picture what it was like. ‘Still, you are home now. It’s time you get back to…normal. We really can’t have you living with…with…that.’
‘Dad,’ Ardel sighed. This wasn’t how he wanted to break the news. ‘her name is Zangah. And we aren’t staying… Just visiting.’
There was an ominous silence, while his father looked at him as if he suspected him cracking a poor joke. The way he looked at Shenna when she announced she is moving to Undercity.
‘I thought you have fulfilled your quest, son. Where on earth do they want to send you now?’
‘No one is sending me dad. Simply… there’s so many places we haven’t been yet. We heard they could use a few sharp swords in Alterac Mountains… and when we are fed up with the cold, Strangelthon Vale…the Blasted Lands…’
Places the troll pointed on the map she had got in the Undercity. He had begun to understand her fascination with the atlas. He hadn’t known what was he missing before he started to journey with her.
His father though was eyeing him like he lost his marbles. No surprise there – Varmish Silverblade never backed out of a fight, but he never actively looked for one either.
‘Ardel,’ he said slowly ‘you are my heir. Your place is here… with you own kind. Close to your mother and me. Think of your brother as well. Peirik have always looked up at you in admiration– what would he think if you run off again like some vagrant?’
‘Probably that it was due time I started to live me own life,’ Ardel snapped, but immediately regretted his words when he saw the hurt look on his father’s face. ‘Listen Dad – I couldn’t really find my place here even before I went away. Now… now I just can’t imagine moving back. I found a life out there that I really enjoy. And I found a partner for it as well.’
‘But she’s a troll!’
‘Yes, I’ve noticed.’
‘That is just disgusting, son.’
Aggravated, Ardel stood up and started pacing. He tried to remind himself that his father wanted only the best for him, but it was infuriating that he didn’t even seemed to try to listen to what he was saying.
‘Dad, I’m not asking for your approval or even for your understanding. But I want you to accept the life I choose and the mates I choose.’
‘But how could I, son? That creature is not worthy of you… even less so if she’s tempting you to danger.’
‘Her name,’ Ardel grinded out ‘is Zangah. Without her I would be dead and buried under the sand of Siluthus.’
That got his father’s attention, and finally Ardel got the chance to tell him some about his adventures. His new life. Varmish was long silent after Ardel finished all his tales.
‘I still don’t understand,’ he said at last with a sigh ‘but as you said I can try to accept.’
However, just as Ardel started to feel gratitude, he added ‘I want you to come over to us for dinner tomorrow, and bring this… woman of yours with you.’ Seeing Ardel’s expression he added strictly ‘Your Mother wants to see you – and if this troll really became such an important part of your life, she deserves to get to know more about her.’
After he was gone and Ardel had the time to rethink this conversation, the blood knight felt betrayed. In retrospect he thought his father didn’t try to accept him at all – he just backed out of a difficult situation and left the dirty deeds to Ardel’s mother. Some things never changed.
By the time Zangah came back (and where the hell had she been for such a long time), the elf was in the foulest of moods. ‘We are visiting my parents tomorrow,’ he barked out as a greeting.
She didn’t seem overjoyed, but haven’t protested either. Her carefully neutral expression angered him further. Maybe it was unfair to be cross with her, but he didn’t care. He was hung-over, he hadn’t bathed yet and he was in slept-over cloths. He was convinced he had the most difficult family on earth and a girlfriend who complicated things further. Not that anything was ever simple anyway…
The only thing stopping him from provoking an argument was that his head pounded like mad. He opted for fuming in silence, cursing every elf and troll who he had ever met in his life. And damn, he would have killed for a cup of water, but he was too lazy to move from his sprawled position from the armchair and too pissed off for ask for one.
The troll come up to him and gently touched his face with her calloused fingers.
‘Come luv,’ she said softly ‘let me make ya feel better.’
‘Leave me be,’ he replied petulantly ‘don’t you see I’m suffering here?’
‘An’ doing an excellent job at dat,’ she said with a smile and tried to pull him up. He resisted.
‘Ya are being difficult on purpose,’ she accused, poking him in the chest. Ardel just crossed his arms and slumped down further in the chair. Zangah eyed him thoughtfully. Coming to a decision she kneeled down with a determined expression between his spread legs.
It spoke volumes of Ardel’s state that she got his breeches open and his cock halfway out by the time he caught up with what was happening. He felt a surge of panic, but his shaft started to harden under her familiar touch almost immediately.
Not that Ardel didn’t enjoy a good blowjob as any other male would – but to have someone go down on you who had predator – sharp teeth and two pointy tusks was a rather different matter. Zangah had only attempted this once previously, and Ardel had been in his right mind at that time and managed to distract her from it.
This time however she had his cock in her three-fingered grip and gave it long lick from base to tip before he could came up with anything sensible.
‘Careful,’ he gasped out and gripped the arms of the chair as she relaxed her throat and started to suck him off with a ball tightening intent. His fear for his most sensitive parts were soon forgotten though as pleasure swept over him.
She made quite a site kneeling between his thighs with her long red hair swept over one shoulder and her head bobbing up and down on his engorged shaft. She looked up and their eyes met. Her gaze spoke of mirth and desire and Ardel felt his own excitement increase. Then she gave a particularly hard suck and had he to close his eyes and fight for control.
‘Ah, gods,’ he moaned and reached out to caress her face and hair before putting his hand lightly on her shoulders and thrusting his cock experimentally further down her throat. She let him and he started to fuck her mouth carefully at first than with abandon when she didn’t seem to mind, but rather urged him on with soft moans around his prick.
This was just what he needed, feeling in control again, he thought hazily. Her tusks did press against his balls now and then but it only gave an edge to the act that heightened his pleasure even further.
Embarrassingly soon, he felt his balls draw up and he shouted out as he came long and hard into his lover mouth.
Boneless, he melted into the armchair as she sucked him dry. She remained on her knees and laid her head on his trembling thigh. He caressed her hair and wondered if he should apologize or thank her. She never complicated things though, so he decided to stay silent. He felt sated and peaceful, and altogether the best since they arrived…
‘Come elf,’ Zangah stood up at last ‘ya will fall asleep like dat and yah’ neck will be hurting like hell.’
‘Oh but don’t you want to…’ he broke up with a huge yawn and Zangah laughed.
‘Ya do not look like ya would be much use for me luv right now. Have to manage on me own, eh?’
‘I can still watch,’ he suggested hopefully.
She kissed him at that and dragged him to the bedroom.
He collapsed on the bed, watching from behind half closed eyes as she shed her clothing.
‘If ya fall asleep on me elf, me will make ya regret.’
‘I won’t,’ he said, grinning. Tomorrow’s problem, he decided, could wait till tomorrow.
TBC…
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