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

                Meloriana could scarcely contain her frustration, cooped up in Torian’s office being enraged by his indifferent calmness. She sat in an uncomfortable wooden chair at the corner of the room, watching as he strolled to and from his various desks like an tom cat, ignoring any onlookers.
                “I put up with you and Zanien because it usually doesn’t interfere with work.” Torian spoke to her without looking up from his papers. His back was to her, yet he didn’t have to speak loudly for her to hear him clearly. “And in spite of yourselves, the both of you normally contribute to it. But this is not a simple chore, this is far too important for me to let you abdicate it.”
                The mention of her “relationship” with Zanien actually rather surprised Meloriana who had thought that she had been rather discrete. Certainly, Torian might surmise they had slept together. But he seemed to have been completely aware of her manipulations of Zanien the entire time and simply let it slide. Meloriana began to feel rather foolish for assuming she could hide such a thing from Torian. Everything she knew about him should have told her that he would find out, yet she assumed otherwise.
                “Why is it that you need me to do this?” Meloriana whined at him. “For that matter why do we need to send any of our own? It’s merely a delivery, there are couriers for that.”
                “You mean aside from the fact that I ordered it?”
                “Well, naturally besides that” Meloriana said in a dry and exasperated humor.
                “Because the orb is important and decidedly demonic. I don’t ever want it out of the hands of a warlock”
                “Why must I stay in Orgrimmar then?”
                For the first time in the conversation, Torian gave her his full attention. He turned from the desk, his long black hair swinging behind him as he did so. Meloriana couldn’t help but become more consternated seeing the grin on his face.
                “Politics, Meloriana, Politics” Torian said matter of factly. “The warlocks of Orgrimmar have the full support of The Sanctum and the Kingdom of Quel’Thalas” Torian’s tone shifted to one of over exaggerated politeness and compassion, as though he was speaking to those warlocks of Orgrimmar. “The only reason we are giving them the damned thing is because we can’t make sense of it, the Orcs might fare better. Having you there allows The Sanctum to claim involvement with the research of this artifact”
                Meloriana was distraught; she was going to have to spend an undetermined amount of time in that metropolis of barbarism. And what’s worse, she was becoming resigned to that fate. What more could she do to escape it?
                “When do I have to leave?” She asked, her eyes cast demurely downward.
                “You have to arrive within the next three days. As long as you do that, I really don’t care.” Torian’s moment of wit had passed and he was returning to his robotic countenance and seemingly automatic cyclical actions.

                Meloriana stomped out of the Sanctum, her anger overflowed from her and flooded out onto the streets. She could not believe her misfortune, everything seemed to be moving against her. The trip to Orgrimmar loomed ahead and she had so little time to prepare. She of course had known about Torian’s intention to send her for a long time, but had been so confident in her ability to get out of it that she had now had less than three days to prepare for an indefinite stay in a city she has never been in.
                She began to make a list of all the things she would need to take care of. Financially she was fairly well off; she was paid for her work at the Sanctum and had occasionally been given a bonus to get her hands dirty with some work in Eversong or the Ghostlands. Her expenses were insignificant in comparison. Her apartment was affordable, and she had no one else to care for, not even pets. She often ate out at the expense of her many suitors, suppressing her food bill. She decided that she could afford to keep renting her apartment even if she wasn’t staying in it.
                The next thing she considered was a hawkstrider. She had previously not felt the need to own one. Her home was located close enough to the Sanctum and any shops or services she might need frequently. Anytime she had to go further than the Royal Exchange District she rented a ride or sought one as a favor. Having to navigate a foreign city seemed like a daunting task without a mount, so she resolved to purchase one. Other than that she would need only a few changes of clothes. There were Blood Elves living in Orgrimmar, so there must be some form of suitable dining available.
                Having the hawkstrider would speed up the rest of her preparation as well as get her back into the practice of riding one. She had been trained to ride, but it had been a long time since last she had the need to mount one of those silly birds. So in light of that, she started heading towards the Walk of Elders. She would have to leave the main city, thru the Shepherd’s Gate, and down the road a ways to Thuron’s Livery. She grimaced at the prospect of walking that far, and resolved to hail a carriage to take her out to the Livery.

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                The carriage turned around to head back to the city proper, leaving Meloriana on a dirt road just outside of Thuron’s Livery. As much as she enjoyed the convenience and energy of the city, being away from it was a pleasant experience. The livery was mostly quiet; the hawkstriders occasionally squawked at one another and strutted around their corral. She walked along the fence toward the main build and studied the birds carefully. She was trying to decide which was the best candidate for purchase. She noticed a strong looking one running laps around the corral. It came to a stop toward a small huddle of the birds. Meloriana was surprised to see Winaestra, the breeder amongst them. Winaestra wasn’t even riding one, simply walking amongst them and petting them. She had an affinity for the birds that made Meloriana suspicious. Perhaps it was because she saw the sexuality in everything she looked at, but she suspected Winaestra of having an improper relationship with her hawkstriders.
                Winaestra paid Meloriana no mind as she entered the main facility. It was just as well, as it was her brother Perascamin she saught to visit. He was the man who had given her riding lessons when she first learned, and whom she planned to negotiate with. Meloriana glanced about the room in confusion when she did not find him right away. But after a moment she noticed him napping on a couch toward the corner of the room. He was actually rather well hidden. He had his back facing out and his colorful leather gear blended right in with the colorful decor most Silvermoon buildings had, even a livery stable. Meloriana smiled at her luck and tip-toed across the room, as a cat stalking prey might.
                Upon reaching him, Meloriana knelt down and gingerly slid an arm around his waist and began to undo his belt. Perascamin had long silver-blonde hair which he was very proud of, and with her other hand, Meloriana moved it aside to expose his ear to her. As she slid a hand into his breeches, she lowered her lips to his ear. At once, she brought her teeth carefully down onto his ear lobe and gripped his cock in her fist.
                Perascamin awoke with a start, much more of one than Meloriana had expected in fact. As he flailed to stand up she fell away from him. Losing her balance, she fell backwards onto her rear.

                “You mustn’t surprise me like that next time” Perascamin chided her as he poured her tea. They now sat opposite each other at his main table. “I might have hurt you in my surprise.”
                Meloriana smiled to herself, listening to his subtle attempts at parading his masculinity. Her amusement escaped his notice as he continued. He was a young man, by elven standards, and conceded that his sister was the more mature and better fit to run the business side of the stable.
                “Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this afternoon?”
                “I had hoped to purchase a hawkstrider from you; I have a bit of a business trip and would very much like to have the convenience.”
                “My sister normally handles the sales” Perascamin said, turning his head away from her and looking toward her out of the corner of his eye suspiciously.
                “Your sister looked busy when I arrived.” Meloriana responded coyly, shifting her gaze downward. “Plus I had hoped to visit you again, it has been so long.” In truth, Winaestra had a great distaste for Meloriana; who knew that trying to barter with her would be a painful process for a bad deal.
                “Well, then. I am certainly glad to see you.” Perascamin was genuinely pleased. “Did you have your eye on one in particular?”
                “I noticed a lovely turquoise beauty with blue tipped wings.” Meloriana recalled the sturdy hawkstrider she witnessed circling his pen earlier. And as she described him to Perascamin she stood up and circled the table, getting herself close to him. She was preparing to begin haggling.
                “My sister has done good work with him.” Perascamin began. Overselling the product wouldn’t even cross his mind; he was being completely earnest when he praised the beast. It was one of the reasons Winaestra would normally handle the bartering process. “I can’t imagine her forgiving me if I let him go for less than 25 gold pieces.”
                “Well, you see. I was hoping not to have to spend more than 15.” Meloriana stood near his seat and leaned in to whisper to him. Drawing close, she began to slide a hand down his chest to make clear how she would make up the difference.
                Perascamin was out of his element when it came to fiscal dealings, but he knew foreplay well enough. He wrapped his arms around her, and tilted his head so as to kiss her. She accepted his attentions graciously, and after a moment of passionate groping and kissing she took him by the hand and led him back to the couch he had been napping on. They sat down side by side re-embraced. Meloriana began fumbling with his pants again, eventually succeeding in freeing his member from its leather confines.
                “How about we split the difference.” Perascamin managed to break their kissing long enough to say.
                Meloriana didn’t respond right away, and brought him back into the kiss. Sliding her tongue into his mouth with ever more aggressive passion. As she did so, her hand wrapped carefully and deliberately around his cock. Then with a slow pace, she began to pump it.
                “Only if you answer one question for me.”
                “What is it?” Perascamin sounded a tad concerned.
                “Do you think Winaestra is having sex with the Hawkstriders?” Meloriana immediately dove back into the kiss. She wanted to give him time to prepare an answer. The more confident he was that he didn’t sound foolish, the more honest his response would be. And Meloriana felt compelled to have some validation of this suspicion.
                Perascamin took her by the hair softly and pulled her back, allowing him to respond. With a little hesitance, he stated “I have suspected she might be.”
                Meloriana’s smile in response was both an effort in seduction to display her pleasure in doing as she asked and getting him back in the moment, but also a reflexive show of her satisfaction knowing that he at least had some consensus with her theory.
                Meloriana sped her handiwork considerably, aiming to bring him to an orgasm. His hands roamed all over her. As he drew near they began seeking handholds. His right arm came up behind her head to grab a handful of her hair and his left grabbed a firm hold of one of her ass cheeks through her robe. Meloriana knew the signs and made her own adjustments as well. She increased the pace even further and focused more attention on the head. With her other hand she reached around behind him, cupping his neck and bringing him tight into the kiss.
                His orgasm was marked by thick ropes of his seed erupting from his cock and covering her hand. As they both began to loosen from their tensed state, she lifted her hand slowly and brought it between their faces. She began to lick her fingers clean, making an effort to put on a show for him in doing so. Long licks from her wrist to the tip of her thumb or across her whole palm and down one finger. When most of her hand was clean and she had a mouthful, she brought her lips to his once more. To her surprise, he was quite receptive. Soon they were passing the cum between them, and when Meloriana finally pulled away they both swallowed what they had.
                Meloriana laid her forehead against his and whispered into the tiny space between them.
                “Would you like to see me off?”
                “No” He spoke softly after a moment’s consideration. “I am beginning to feel as though I must return to my nap.”
                “Very well” She smiled and cooed at him as he lay back down on the couch. “I will leave your gold on the table.”

                Getting the Hawkstrider first was certainly a wise decision. She breezed through the remainder of her day, which including picking up the items of clothing she had commissioned from Keelen and stocking up on general goods for her trip. She was now finally getting home and stabling her Hawkstrider. Meloriana was exhausted and not in good condition besides. Perascamin was the only person who she had an opportunity to leech any mana from, but didn’t risk it with only that minor contact. Had he settled for a lower price, she probably would have slept with him. But he seemed to be happy with how things turned out, and she had gotten what she wanted as well.
                Except for mana, and she was beginning to feel the effects of going so long without it. But Meloriana knew how badly she relied on mana and that was exactly why she had become a warlock. As soon as she entered her apartment she slammed the door shut and dropped the contents of her arms unceremoniously on the couch, then hurried upstairs. As soon as she made it to her bedroom she began disrobing as fast as she could. Soon she was standing naked in the middle of the room.
                Despite her fatigue, the corner of her lips curled into a smile as she began the summoning process. Purple lights floated around her as she pulled ambient energy from the nether, and in one sudden flash it disappeared. But in its place now stood a stark naked and strikingly beautiful woman, soft pouty lips, sultry lidded eyes, a curvy hour-glass figure, and shoulder length hair as black as the void. She also possessed small horns protruding from her forehead, small bat like wings, a tail, and hooves instead of feet.
                The succubus was Meloriana’s favorite familiar, for obvious reasons. Druswena was Meloriana’s succubus. And even though Meloriana mocked her for how ugly her name was, she conceded that she was exceptionally gorgeous, even by the standards of a succubus. Warlock familiars are bound even in spirit, they are unable to resist obeying orders given by their warlock and are unable to do harm unto them. That being said, Druswena fulfilled her duties with an unnecessary gusto. Meloriana rarely used her in combat, instead relying on her to feed her mana in such occasions as these.
                Meloriana did not need to give her any instructions, and instead wrapped her arms around Druswena, being careful to avoid the wings, and sat with her on the edge of the bed. They began kissing passionately. Their hands were running up and down each other’s bodies. Meloriana sucked mana from Druswena openly. The influx of mana was an amazing sensation for Meloriana; she could never take in so much at once when she had to steal it in discrete trickles. Soon it was giving her an intensely euphoric sensation, her kisses becoming sloppy and instead of delicately petting Druswena she grabbed greedily at her flesh.
                A heat grew between Meloriana’s legs. She stood up suddenly and turned around, bending over on the bed. Druswena knew her queue and moved behind her to begin work. She started licking Meloriana’s pussy with the skill of one well practiced. Her tongue could extend out of her mouth two inches and she used it all to great effect. Dragging her tongue between Meloriana’s lips and over her clit, and then delving it into her.
                Meloriana moaned and whined her pleasure. Between her mana-drunk state and the sounds she couldn’t help but make she managed to give some instruction to Druswena.
                “My ass, as well” Came out barely recognizable in her distant and breathy voice.
                Druswena grinned devilishly just before slipping her tongue into Meloriana’s ass. She slid it in and out several times and occasionally wriggled it around inside. The sensation was beyond comparison for Meloriana. After a few minutes of this treatment, Druswena lifted her head for a moment to observe Meloriana and was surprised to see her begin crawling onto the bed. She spun around on her stomach, facing Druswena now. She rolled over onto her back and then motioned for Druswena to follow. So Druswena did, creeping sensuously up the bed on top of her. Her breasts swung down over Meloriana's body, her nipple almost touched Meloriana’s nose as her torso passed over Meloriana’s face.
                Once she was completely on top of Meloriana, Druswena’s mouth aligned with Meloriana’s clit and vice versa. Meloriana and Druswena suckled at each other’s most sensetive nub and dragged their tongues over each other’s slit with no particular pattern or precision. Druswena produced a guttural noise from her throat but was easily drowned out by Meloriana’s ever increasing volume. The nearer she got to her orgasm and the more mana that Druswena fed into her fueled her muffled screams and moans.
                Their joint effort culminated in one moment. Meloriana’s screams reached their peak during her release. She completely stopped pleasuring Druswena, but Druswena knew her duty. She continued not only to lick her master throughout her orgasm but to pump mana into her en masse during it as well.
                After what seemed an eternity, Meloriana finally quieted. She was at this point entirely inebriated and completely sexually exhausted, but she managed to turn around again and bring her head to a pillow. Druswena moved out of her way as she did so, and then cuddled up to her as she was trained to do. She began suckling gently at Meloriana’s breasts and stroking between her legs as she drifted off to sleep.

I am annoyed with the removal of all my comments and vastly appreciate both hearing response and suggestions. So please, share with me what kind of debauchery you want Meloriana to experience. I love hearing new ideas, they can stir things up and cause me to write things I may never have thought of on my own.

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