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A Long Road Through Hell	By : errihuseamonster Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 7252 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6
The water was perfect, warm enough to
soothe but not so hot as to scorch. Her armor and clothes on the smooth portion
of the cave floor well away from the water, she sat on the edge of the pool and
dipped her legs in. Finding it good, she slid into the pool. She was pleased to
discover that the water came up to her hips here. The floor of the pool got
deeper as she approached the waterfall, until it was up to her chest. She
sighed happily, and turned to see Jerlis shuck the last of his clothing and
follow her into the pool. He had something in his hands.
�What�s that you got there?� Laina asked.
�Soap!� Jerlis smiled. �I found some with
the herbalism supplies. I thought it might come in handy.�
She ducked under the waterfall, enjoying
the stream of warm water which covered her. After a brief immersion, she
emerged, and watched the elf lathering himself up in the shallower end of the
pool, his green eyes closed in a pure hedonistic enjoyment of being able to
bathe. She found she liked what she saw. Jerlis was too thin, and his hips
stuck out, but that was only to be expected after several months of short
rations and hardship. Aside from that, he was well-formed. He was wiry, like
most of the elves she had seen, but he had a broad chest, on which no hair
grew, and broad shoulders. And he was hung. She supposed that was also to be
expected, Jerlis was nearly a head taller than she was and she was considered
tall for a human woman. His uncircumcised penis dangled in the water, the short
patch of hair currently obscured by lather.
It was strange, she mused, that even though
they had spent so much time nearly naked in each other�s company, when they had
been in the cell, there had been nothing sexual about it. Perhaps it was the
shared misery, the threat of torment and horror. Here in this cave, it was
different. Perhaps it was because she had now seen him clothed, reasserting
standards of nudity. Perhaps it was because she had already fucked him. She
found herself growing aroused at the sight of him.
Had what happened back in the treasure room
been a one-off, the consequence of too much adrenaline and pent up frustration?
Or would Jerlis welcome her touch once more? She thought he would, but there
was only one way to find out. She strode through the water towards the elf.
Quietly, she closed with him, reaching up
to cover his hands with her own. His eyes flew open at her touch. His face held
a momentary expression of surprise, which softened to something that smouldered
as he looked directly in her eyes. She took the soap in a smooth motion,
running the slick bar across his chest and behind him as she wrapped an arm
around him. The hand that had held the soap reached around her, caressing her
shoulders and back. The other hand he slid out from under hers, squeezed her
hand gently, and then tilted her head towards his. A soapy strand of hair swung
against her cheek. His brilliant green eyes shuttered slowly closed as he took
her lips in a kiss.
She melted into his arms, closing her eyes
and returning the kiss. Tongues met, explored. His lips tasted of fresh water
and a slightly soapy tang. He hummed appreciatively, his hand sliding down her
back and grasping her buttocks, before traveling to the middle of her back in a
languid caress. She shivered, something that had nothing to do with
temperature. Pressed up against him, she could easily feel his manhood
stirring. The thought aroused her further. She rubbed her wet chest up against
his soapy one. She felt playful.
The bar of soap, once merely a tool for
cleanliness, became a toy. She used it to caress his body, down his back, along
his hips and around to his front. He deftly nabbed it and put it to use
lathering up her own back and buttocks as she squirmed, trying to get the bar
back. When she finally succeeded she backed away, teasingly running the bar
around her breasts. Jerlis lunged, and Laina dodged out of the way. The mage
splashed face-first in the water. Laughing, she wedged the bar of soap in the
cleft of his exposed ass-cheeks. This caused him to jolt upright, his long hair
flinging water high in the air.
Grabbing the bar and oblivious to his red
cheeks and ear tips, he tackled Laina. In the ensuing fracas he discovered her
weakness: she was ticklish. He exploited this mercilessly, attacking the
helplessly laughing warrior with the soap. Soon they were both covered in
lather, at least the parts of them above the waterline. Laina finally got
control over herself, and retaliated by putting the mage in an immobilizing
hold and wresting the soap from him. She then tossed him into the deep water,
under the waterfall. He sputtered and rose, then gave her one mischievous grin,
and vanished. Surprised, she looked intently where the mage had been, hoping to
see the wake of the water indicating where he was. Instead, she felt hands on
her shoulder push her into the water, dunking her. The soap flew out of her
hand. He hadn�t been invisible at all, he�d blinked behind her!
She rose once more, twisting, and grabbing
Jerlis�s grasping hands. She pulled him toward her, using his momentum against
him, and pressed her body against his. Before he could react, she kissed him
again. He ceased struggling and returned the kiss ardently. Arms around each
other, they stood in the warm water and kissed, the forgotten bar of soap
floating down the mild current and vanishing with a slurp down the small hole
in the rock.
They clung to each other, exploring each
other�s bodies with their hands as they remained locked in an embrace. Jerlis
held her tight and kissed her neck, sending shivers up her spine. Laina
caressed the inside of his thigh, and felt his pleased hum on her neck. Her
hand traveled up his thigh to his testes, and the hum turned into a pleased
gasp. Not to be outdone, he slid his hand on her water-beaded chest and
squeezed her breast. As his fingers brushed across her nipple, her own
rapturous hiss escaped her lips.
There was no need to rush, this time. There
were no demons about to come bursting into the cave; the slow, sweet fire in
her loins was so different from that born of the urgency of adrenaline. She was
determined to enjoy this, to enjoy him. She sensed he felt the same. He was
already rock hard against her, and she could feel her own slipperiness even
under the water, but they were nevertheless taking their time.
Pressed against him, she ran her fingers
down his chest, noting the fading bruises and old scars that told of violence
in the past. His ribs were visible, which might have otherwise disgusted her,
but she and Jerlis had shared enough horror in this fel world for her to judge.
She knew she had her body flaws � her hips, bottom and chest were large enough
to require that her armour be custom fitted, which she felt was inappropriate
for a warrior, and she had more than her share of old scars and fading bruises.
Jerlis, however, didn�t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed delighted by her
figure, if the worship of his lips and hands were any indication. His touch
felt good, it excited her.
Her fingers wrapped around the rigid member
standing at attention in its patch of surprisingly red hair. She heard Jerlis
gasp, and she smiled. She bent down, chin in the water, and took him into her
mouth. He smelled and tasted of soap and musk. She curled her tongue around the
tip, caressing the sensitive glans and frenulum, causing him to groan in
pleasure. He bent over her, running his hands along her hips and waist, under
her chest to tease her nipples, his long wet hair dripping across her back. She
hummed, enjoying the touch, and her humming mouth vibrated pleasantly over his
cock.
She started to suck gently, keeping her
tongue active. His hands on her nipples grew more urgent, more forceful as he
grew more aroused. She could hear his breathing hoarsen, growing heavier. She
sucked a little harder, bobbing on his cock, taking him deep in her throat. She
almost choked as he began to thrust gently, but quickly adapted to the rhythm,
allowing him to set the pace.
His breath was coming in gasps now,
punctuated by moans as she worked her tongue skillfully. As one of his hands
strayed to her wet black locks, she began to play with his balls, rubbing
gently. His thrusting became more urgent. She slid the other hand between his
legs and up, curling around one finger to find the puckered star guarding his
rear. Slowly, she slid her finger in. He made a funny strangled sound which
turned into a moan of ecstasy as she found his prostate and massaged it gently.
A few thrusts later he pushed deep down her throat, stiffening as his balls
twitched, sending hot spurts down her throat. His fingers curled in her hair.
She swallowed, the movement producing another gasp and a single thrust.
�Light, Laina�� Jerlis said. She pulled her
mouth from him and looked up. Jerlis�s face was flushed, and he was still
breathing hard. He looked down at her with tender eyes, and lifted her up. He
kissed her hard on the lips, crushing her to him in a tight embrace. She closed
her eyes and pressed against him, enjoying the kiss. Jerlis finally released
her lips, and she looked up at him. He was grinning mischeviously.
�Now it�s your turn. Never let it be said
that I don�t reciprocate.�
They left the water, returning to their
scattered gear. A pile of various cloth gear from Jerlis�s bags formed a
makeshift bed, which they sat on together. Laina did not resist as the mage
embraced her, pulling her down across the bed. His hands were busy caressing
her, a caress she eagerly returned. His lips blazed a sweet searing trail down
her neck, her chest, her waist, and to her nether mound. She allowed her legs
to be parted and shuddered in pleasure as the elf�s tongue wended between her
nether lips to find the moist slit within.
He muttered something that sounded pleased,
Laina couldn�t make out the words with her cunt muffling him. She purred as the
vibrations of his words tingled against her. The elf began to lick her, sending
delicious sensations all through her body. He made slow, languid strokes,
dipping briefly into her honeypot before swirling around the throbbing nub of
her clitoris. She moaned, toes and fingers curling, and closed her eyes in
ecstasy. The licks became quicker, causing her to moan and gasp more as the
pleasure built.
He fingered her entrance with two fingers,
rubbing her slick wetness before sliding the digits in, not pausing in his
mouth�s worship of her clit. She produced a brief exclamation of pleasure that
turned into a drawn out moan, and Jerlis chuckled as her hungry pussy tightened
on his fingers. He pumped them into her, obviously pleased by her gasping and
writhing reaction, and her sex rhythmically squeezing his fingers. She was very
close, oh so close. Her moans were rising in pitch as the elf worked her
expertly.
Just before she was going to peak, Jerlis
withdrew his fingers and his mouth left her. Her moan turned into a ragged cry
of loss at the sudden withdrawal. Her eyes fluttered open, gazing in mute
betrayal at the elf, who knelt before her, fully erect and hard again. She was
spread out before him, panting. His eyes roved over her body, glittering with
approval at what he saw before him. Then he leaned forward, covering her body
with his own. She wrapped her arms around his chest, sighing as he embraced her
in turn. As he slid into her wet entrance they both gasped at the heat between
them.
�Oh bright gods!� swore Jerlis as she
bucked beneath him, her pussy throbbing around his cock. Laina made several
choking gasps, wrapping her legs around him and gripping him tightly inside. It
proved too much for her partner, who gave in to the fiery temptation of her ready
cunt. Jerlis thrust into her, his gasps of pleasure matching her high-pitched
cries of ecstasy. She levered her hips to allow him deeper in, and was rewarded
with his hard and urgent pounding of her throbbing sex. He gripped her to him
tightly with one arm as the other caressed her breasts, finding the tight and
erect nub of her nipple and twisting it gently. His mouth seized hers, she
tangled her tongue with his, intoxicated by her own musky scent and taste on
his lips and tongue.
The cave was filled with the squishy slap
slap of their uniting flesh, and their ardent cries of passion. Almost
involuntarily her fingernails curled against the skin of his back, digging in
as he pounded her deep inside. She was almost screaming as he brought her to
orgasm, her copious juices squishing wetly as she clenched him tight inside. He
rode her climax, shouting in triumph as he added his own wet gushes to hers. In
moments they were both panting and still, only their heaving chests and still
throbbing sexes moving. Jerlis�s green eyes met her blue ones, and in them she
saw returned the same tender love she too felt. She relaxed her grip around his
hips and back and caressed him, admiring how his long, flame-coloured hair
draped across them both, liberally messed from the passion they had just
shared. They kissed, and Laina felt like she was melting into him.
They held each other close, nestled in the
pile of robes. Eventually they drifted off to sleep, safe, contented and warm
in that blessing of a cave.
***
�I think we are safe here, Ezeron.� The
words were in another language, but somehow, Laina understood them nontheless.
She wasn�t sure where her body was, or
even what was going on. She seemed to be everywhere in the cave at once,
looking down. The stalactites and stalagmites were much smaller, and the pool
was much smaller, but the hot springs flowed. She could see two draenei
entering the cave, a man and a woman. They were dressed in a style she�d never
seen before, both in flowing robes that showed a lot of skin. The clothing
looked as though it might have been fine once, now it was tattered and filthy.
The wearers were not in much better shape. In the strange light she saw a
familiar glint on the woman�s wrist � a glint of gold and sapphire.
�Can we truly afford to rest, Mirina?�
the male draenei, Ezeron, turned to his companion.
�We cannot afford not to, my husband. We
must have our strength if we are to reach Velen. Besides, we are both
exhausted. Ezeron, if you cannot rest for your own sake, at rest for my sake.
We have run for days over shattered ground to escape the Legion. We cannot run
any longer, or we shall collapse.�
�Mirina�� Ezeron reached to his wife,
who melted into his embrace. The two draenei held each other in silence. Tears
flowed down the cheeks of the woman.
�I am afraid, Ezeron. I fear we shall
not survive this.�
He held her tightly to him, caressing
her back. The woman cried for a long time, and the man just held her, giving
what comfort he could. Finally, she stopped crying, drained. She looked up at
her mate, who pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss. Mirina shuddered,
pressing against Ezeron.
�Ezeron, make love to me,� she
whispered, �reassure me that life still persists here.�
He paused for a moment, gazing into his
wife�s eyes, then nodded. They kissed again. Their hands roamed each other, and
they removed each other�s robes. Their movements were tender, rather than
urgent � this was an act of comfort more than lust. Through the eyes of the
cave, Laina watched as the two draenei made love on the stone floor. She did
not have the option of looking away. Some part of her realized that the cave
itself was showing her this, that the cave was alive. It welcomed and sheltered
her and Jerlis, as it had welcomed and sheltered this draenei couple, thousands
of years before.
With that realization, she woke.
***
Laina�s eyes flew open in the darkness.
What a truly odd dream. She tried to sit up, but discovered that Jerlis was
sprawled partway across her. He mumbled in his sleep at her movements, and
snuggled up closer. Pinned under the elf, all she could really do was glance
around. She saw nothing but the dark. After a few minutes, she slipped off into
sleep again, this time dreamless.
When she next awoke, it was to the sound of
Jerlis splashing in the water. She opened her eyes and sat up, able to see due
to his conjured light.
Jerlis must have noticed her, because the
splashing stopped for a moment.
�Good morning, Laina. There�s some muffins
off to your side if you�re hungry.� He said. She looked over to the muffins,
then turned her head to look at the elf. He was hip deep in the warm water, his
wet hair plastered to his chest, his skin glittering with droplets of moisture.
She smiled - it was a pleasant sight to wake up to � and reached for a muffin.
It had berries in it, and she wondered how he�d managed that. Light knew they
could use the fruit, scurvy was a real danger for him and would have been one
for her if she�d stayed imprisoned much longer.
�Did you have a strange dream last night?�
the mage asked from the water. Laina froze mid-muffin.
�About two draenei?� she asked.
�And the cave�?�
�You too, huh?�
�Laina, I think this cave is alive. Perhaps
not in the conventional sense, but all the same� there�s far more magic in this
cave than there is out in that whole cracked plain. I think we�re somewhere on
the world the draenei originally came from, and for whatever reason, this cave
chose to shelter us. You seeing that bracelet is no accident, nor was my
falling through the illusion on the wall.�
She thought for a moment. It made sense.
She�d felt a wordless sense of welcome, of safety here. And the water was not
corrupted, surprising in itself after the Burning Legion had thousands of years
to destroy every speck of life on the world. Perhaps there was hope for this
world.
�I think we should tell the Earthen Ring
and the Cenarion Circle when we get back.� she said.
�I agree.�
Laina joined him in the water, then she
laughed.
�Where�s the soap?� she asked.
�I think it went down the hole,� Jerlis
gestured to the aperture where the water was flowing out of the cave. �First
bar of soap I�ve seen in months and I lose it.� She had to laugh at that.
She made do in the warm water, which was in
itself a luxury. Soap could wait until Outlands.
Outside the cave, the air was dead and
still after the dust storm. They had packed quickly and left, neither knowing
what time it was or how much of the day they had lost. Judging by the heat,
they�d missed the morning. Neither of them had been tempted with each other,
not with the knowledge that the cave was surely watching. It seemed silly, but
Laina still didn�t feel comfortable.
She did, however, place the bracelet where
she had found it. She had no doubt that the demons would continue taking
prisoners among the people of other worlds. Should some of them escape, perhaps
they would find this place, and have shelter for the night.
Jerlis was scanning the horizon. �There, I
see it. It was hidden last night by the dust storm, but I think we can make it
to the portal before night falls.� he said, pointing. Laina followed his gaze,
and saw in the distance the top of a stone-linteled portal similar to the one
they had came through to reach Outlands. It seemed to be in some valley or depression.
Laina hoped their approach offered cover.
�We�d better be off.� she replied.
Wordlessly, he nodded, and they began the hard slog across the rough terrain.
Laina kept her eyes peeled for any sign of patrol, but saw nothing. They walked
for hours, the heat becoming almost unbearable in her armor. She was tempted to
remove some of it, but kept it on, she didn�t know what kind of threat might
await them.
As they drew nearer, she noticed that it
was in a crater, much like the one in the Blasted Land of Azeroth. There were
deep gouges in the land up ahead, and plenty of boulders for cover. They
arrived at the crest of the crater, and moved from boulder to boulder until
they could get a good view of the depression below.
�There, I see a patrol. Only one, thank the
Light.� Jerlis pointed. Laina could see the patrol, a felhound and a felguard,
sauntering lazily in a circle around the portal. They�d have to deal with the
patrol, it seemed. She considered tactics. The felhound would prove troublesome
for Jerlis with its magic-eating abilities. The felguard would hardly be a
stroll through Stormwind�s park, but at least the mage could keep it slowed and
keep running until she had time to deal with it. They would have to maximize
the advantage of surprise.
�Here�s what I think we should do.� she
said, and explained her plan. Jerlis considered it for a moment, and then
nodded.
�I see no better alternatives, Laina. We
shall do as you suggest.�
�There�s boulders everywhere. If we can
sneak down using them for cover until we get to the flattened area, and attack
once they pass and their backs are to us, I think I can take that felhound out.
It�ll give you some range to work with on that felguard.�
�I think I see a path down to the bottom
which will keep us hidden.�
�Lead on.�
They made their way down the slope
carefully, going from boulder to boulder along Jerlis�s path. It was not easy
going � there was a lot of debris underfoot. It took far longer than either
would have expected, and the sky was starting to darken as they reached the
bottom. Neither thought it was wise to camp the night so close to the patrol.
They would have to make their move soon.
Finally, they reached the bottom. From
behind the cover of a boulder, they watched the patrol as it neared. Laina
thanked the still air, but would have been more thankful if they had been
downwind. As the patrol passed, the felhound did not appear to scent them. The
two fugitives breathed a quick sigh of relief, and prepared for the attack.
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