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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 Six
The Birds and the Trolls

                Meloriana sighed heavily and paused to look back at her apartment once more before it was out of sight. She rode her Hawkstrider, but at a leisurely pace. She had packed two bags full of her belongings and summoned her voidwalker, Barnos, to carry them. So her hawkstrider padded along at walking speed so that the shadow-creature could keep up. Meloriana detested that name as well; if she had her way then she would have renamed them all. But demon names were different, knowing the demon’s name is part of what gave a Warlock power over them.
                The walk was slow, but Meloriana didn’t mind taking the extra time to enjoy Silvermoon. She mercifully didn’t pass anyone she knew. She would have minded that much extra time. In spite of how sluggishly she moved, she inevitably reached the Court of the Sun. The palace, known as the Sunfury Spire, was magnificent. It embodied the extravagence that was Silvermoon, several towers loomed over the city. Each topped with a ruby red crest and intricate golden designs painted on. The palace was suspended over what seemed a deep pit with one massive walkway leading into it. The walkway was lined with ceremonial guards, who stood stoic as civilians entered and exited Sunfury Spire on various business.
The palace contained in one wing of it, a special orb. They called it the Orb of Translocation; a device linked to its counter-part in what’s left of Lordaeron. It could be used to instantly teleport anyone who used it between the two. From there, she would be able to charter passage across the sea.
                Meloriana paused for a moment at the entrance to the Sunfury Spire to identify herself to the guards. She was told to dismount her hawkstrider and lead it by hand, but was waved on in quickly. Meloriana dismissed Barnos back into the Nether. She tied her bags together and hung them over the now vacant saddle of her Hawkstrider. She was forced to take a circuitous route to avoid leading her mount through interior rooms. Most of her walk was on an outside balcony that overlooked the great pit beneath the palace, she could not see the bottom of it. She eventually was able to re-enter the structure at the landing for the Orb.
                A few elves were scattered about the room, checking gear, going through their luggage. Some had just arrived via the orb while some were preparing to leave through it. She took a moment to admire some of these elves, who were almost entirely combatants of some form or another. In time of war, few else stray from home. Especially to Lordaeron, under which was the city of the Forsaken. Grim allies indeed, and not good company for the living, during war time or not.
                There was a pair of Blood Knights brandishing crimson spears about to leave. Their handsome faces framed by a dark red helm. One of them even winked to Meloriana as he stepped up onto the platform. They passed on their way a lovely woman counting arrows in a quiver. She had a sturdy bow, certainly not of elven make, but perhaps trollish. Her long blonde hair fell about a plain, but pretty none the less, face marred only by a small scar on her cheek. Just entering the room was a young man with spiky blonde hair. Clad in several pieces of leather dyed dark grey with a diluted red trim, he had a pair of combat knives strapped to his belt and a light pack strapped to his back.
                Meloriana audibly gasped when she realized who it was.
                “Julien” She cried out to him, surprising herself with her own volume and attracting some glances from others. Julien looked just as surprised to see her; he changed his course and padded across the room to meet her.
                “My goodness, I wasn’t expecting to see you here” his response was calm, he conversed as casually when caught off guard and equipped for combat as he had standing naked before Meloriana. “Are you here to greet a home comer?”
                “If only” Meloriana responded dryly. “I am actually about to leave for Orgrimmar, on business of the Sanctum”
                “Oh, my. Well, as luck would have it, I am returning there as well”
                Meloriana’s emerald eyes flared a moment “How fortuitous! You can then be my escort” She controlled her excitement long enough to give him an incentive to agree. She wrapped an arm around his waist, and grabbed the hilt of one of his knives. She then drew him in, bringing them together at the waist.
                “And what a pleasure it would be” Julien smirked, understanding her meaning.
                Meloriana’s lips curled into a victorious smile. This didn’t make up for having to go to Orgrimmar, but it certainly helped it go down smoother. Maybe it wouldn’t be so terrible after all.

                The world seemed to flash and shimmer a moment, then it was as if the whole world was too bright to see, yet Meloriana did not need to close her eyes. As the light faded it revealed that the beautiful decorum of a Silvermoon Palace had been replaced by dingy grey bricks. Meloriana blinked a few times as she adjusted to the change of light. Torches flickered at the door and along the walls, but this place was dim; with none of Silvermoon’s vibrant energy.
Everything was in shadows here and carried with it a smell of decay. The sky was grey, completely overcast. There were a few Silvermoon banners hanging in this section of Lordaeron’s courtyard. A Blood Mage had a simple wooden chair against the wall closest to the orb, he was reading from a small tome. Meloriana studied it a moment before realizing it was a trashy novel as apposed to an arcane text. A pair of elven warriors sat around a table near the entrance conversing quietly, silver longswords at their hips and great shields leaning against their chairs. Across from them sat one of the Forsaken in plain clothes. Meloriana had worked with them in the Ghostlands and did not relish the experience. They made her uncomfortable, as they would any living elf. He had clearly been human when alive, but what sat before her now would never be mistaken for a living man. His flesh was discolored, grey in most places, missing in some. A bit of bone shined through at the joints. Looking at him was an entirely ghastly experience.
“Let us leave this place quickly” Julien muttered to her, then led her by the arm out of the only exit of the room. They were deposited into what used to be the main courtyard of the castle, which was no less gruesome then the room they just left. Dead plantlife covered the lawn, and a green sludge filled the canals. Meloriana glanced down at the disgusting ooze while they passed over the small stone bridge spanning the canal. She did not want to speculate at what exactly that sludge was and was relieved when Julien led her to the main gate and out of the castle.
The land of Tirisfal was equally gloomy, but far less disturbing. The grass was alive here, and some of the flowers were actually thriving as well, though none of them were particularly colorful. Tiny pieces of grace in the plaguelands. Now outside, they could see the zeppelin tower, a tall greyish purple phallus protruding from the earth like the genitals of Tirisfal itself. Towards it’s peak were several docks extending from it, where goblin made zeppelins latched themselves briefly to allow for passengers to board. The zeppelin made a round trip once each day, docking in Orgrimmar for the night. They had about half an hour to meet it for it’s only visit today, plenty of time. The pace had changed from a rush to escape the ruins to a more liesurely walk from the castle to the tower.
“You have never been Orgrimmar, correct?” Julien knew she had not, but asked anyway as means of beginning conversation and confirming.
“No, nor here. Recently at least, I once visited both Lordaeron and Dalaran when I was very young.” Meloriana’s usual degree of power when dealing with men waned slightly at her vulnerability in being so far from home for the first time. She spoke frankly and honestly with Julien.
“Do you even speak orcish?” Julien asked as though chiding her, chuckling to show he meant it in good nature.
“I speak enough!” Meloriana snapped at him, regaining her composure.
                “I am sure, my apologies” He reigned his chuckling into a smile and changed the subject for her. He turned his attention to her hawkstrider, he had until now paid it no mind as she pulled it along by it’s lead. “What is his name?” came the question, along with an emphatic gesture towards the bird.
                “I am not sure yet, I think I will call him Kim’Malanore*”
                “A fine name” Julien responded through distraction, his attention turning to the two Forsaken Deathguard they were drawing near to. They guarded the entrance to the base of the zeppelin tower. They barely registered Julien and Meloriana when they passed. The tower itself shared the same grim architecture as the rest of the Forsaken made buildings. They favored stonework, having little need to regulate heat for their own kind, and what was available in Tirisfal was mostly scoured from the ruins of Lordaeron. Stones that took on a nearly violet hue in the dim light.
                It proved to be easier than Meloriana had suspected to get her Hawkstrider up the stairs. He followed them up to the tower’s overhang with little trouble. Waiting on the edge along with another pair of Forsaken Deathguard was a goblin holding a clipboard. The stout green creature was no more than three feet tall, with large ears that bounced as he spoke. He identified himself as Zapetta the Zeppelin Master for the Lordaeron landing of “The Thundercaller”. He then proceeded to fill the remaining time until the zeppelin arrived by telling Meloriana and Julien all about how his brother had shortchanged him into running the Tirisfal end of things.
                “Here it comes” Julien cut Zapetta off by announcing that the zeppelin had come into sight. It was a slow moving craft and therefor there wasn’t actually cause for haste, but it successfully quieted the goblin’s incessent chattering. They all watched in silence as the Zeppelin rounded over a small town a ways north. The zeppelin itself was a vibrant purple balloon that had a metal frame to contain it, coming to a sharp point at the head. Underneath it hung what appeared to be a small ship, suspended in a mass of ropes from the balloon.
A clanking sound alerted them to turn back towards the doorway that let out from the tower onto their dock. A hulking Darkspear troll was armored in seemingly random chunks of steel chained to his person. One shoulder was covered, most of his chest, he had large oval shaped pieces strapped over his pants on his thighs. To his back was strapped perhaps the largest sword Meloriana had ever seen, it’s design was straightforward and simple with no designwork on either the blade or hilt. The troll’s face was nigh indistinguishable to her than any other troll’s. His skin was a light shade of blue, his tusks extended downward before curving out forward, and his hair was dirty green crest shooting upward in a mohawk.
Meloriana was noticeably intimidated. She wasn’t sure if her hawkstrider could even carry as much weight as this seven foot figure had attached to him. His movement didn’t even seem hindered by it. Julien grabbed her arm and led her onto the zeppelin, which had finally reached them during Meloriana’s bout with amazement. They stopped to speak to a member of the ship’s goblin crew, who was responsible for collecting their payment for this trip. They paid him without much hassle and started down below decks, to get Kim’Malanore settled before the zeppelin got moving again.
Julien excused himself to the balcony, as he wanted to watch as they pulled away. Meloriana didn’t mind, her bird so far had been no trouble at all. She found the room set aside as an onboard stable quickly and tied his lead to one of the four metal rings hangin in the room. She then removed her bags and his saddle, making a nice pile of them in the corner behind Kim’Malanore. She even found his hood in her luggage and put it on him, blinding him completely. Like with any smaller bird, this had the effect of convincing him it was nighttime and therefor time to sleep. He laid himself down within a few minutes. Satisfied, Meloriana left to join Julien on the balcony at the rear of the ship.
She could hear the sounds of goblins shouting above decks and guessed that they were preparing for departure. She made it to the balcony, which was right in front of the ship’s massive propeller. It moved so slowly however, that it wasn’t particularly nerve wracking to sit so near it. She did so, occupying the only chair on the balcony. It was even of a model that resembled some couches back in Silvermoon, allowing her to lean back. Meloriana was puzzled to find that Julien was not already here. She wasn’t concerned just yet, however, and settled in as they received a gentle push-off and started to make their way out to the coast.

Meloriana must have dozed after a bit, because when she opened her eyes she saw the ocean spanning out in every direction. Glancing around the balcony she found another pair of Forsaken Deathguard had stepped out onto it. They must have been what awakened her. She noticed this pair was unique from previous ones they had seen. One of them wore the standard uniform of their role: purple-grey leather gear and hood, along with a hand-axe strapped to their belt. The other wore only his underwear and an undershirt, with a belt still around his waist holding his axe.
The fully armored one made eye-contact with Meloriana while she studied them. She raised an eyebrow questioningly, needing no gesture or words to indicate what she was curious about.
“Don’t ask…” he muttered before trailing off. The Deathguard vacated the balcony promptly. Meloriana presumed they were returning to whatever duties they had on this ship and returned her attention out to the ocean.
It was only a moment however before she heard someone coming through the door behind her again. She turned expecting to see one of the Deathguard having returned, but was instead greeted with the sight of a well-muscled, shirtless, troll. He had none of his armor on that she had seen him in before and wore only a pair of brown pants.
Meloriana’s jaw dropped, she had completely forgotten he was onboard the zeppelin with them. He responded to her with what she suspected to be a grin. The tusks can make certain facial expressions hard to interpret for non-trolls. She turned her head back towards the water and away from him, making every effort to appear unaffected by his presence. But her discomfort was palpable, and it fueled him.
The troll had yet to say a word, opting instead to communicate with actions. He had to kneel down to be low enough to bring his head over her shoulder. His tusks now extended far out in front of her. He brought his hands up to her shoulders, gripping them, what he probably thought was lightly.
Meloriana slowly looked down at her shoulder, trying not to shudder. His grotesque three-fingered hands were large enough to engulf her petite shoulders. He could probably wrap them around her bicep. She immediately stood and tried to walk around the troll in an effort to leave. It didn’t go over well with her silent suitor.
The troll reacted calmly, but violently. As if this had been a Plan B he was just as comfortable using as his attempts at seduction. He grabbed Meloriana by the back of the neck and with no effort pinned her against the wall, right next to the doorway.
Meloriana gasped at the sudden change. She was completely overpowered, all spells fled from her mind. She merely lay pinned against the wall, giving no resistance and making no calls. It was as if she were incapable of thought. The troll first reached around front of her with his opposite hand and began to tear at the ties in her robe. For the first time in her life, Meloriana was embarassed to be wearing nothing underneath. She had her eyes closed as her robes hit the floor, but she knew the troll was smiling.
Meloriana’s palms were flat against the wall, pushing so hard on it she thought her knuckles and fingers turned white. This served not so much as a form of resistance as it did a way for her to brace herself. The troll used his free hand to explore her. His callous and rough hand drifting over her sensetive skin. He pinched at her nipples and gave her rear a few playful spanks. He then moved down to her inner thighs, dragging his hand up and down one of them a few times.
A new wave of shame washed over Meloriana as his thick index finger began to broach entrance into her cunt. He slid in easily because of how wet she was, even though Meloriana had been fucked by elves with smaller tools than this troll’s finger. He let go of his neck, pressing his torso against her back instead. It pinned her just as effectively, her breasts now flattened against the wooden wall of the zeppelin. She heard him use his newly freed hand to release his member. He began stroking it idly while he fondled her. He twisted his wrist so as to let his index finger slide deeply into her. With a wicked thought, he brought his thumb up to her anus. She gasped loudly as he put a little pressure on it. Meloriana took as much air into her lungs as could fit in her position, as though she had just now remembered she could scream.
But she didn’t have to. The troll leaned back from her, releasing her from the wall. She fell down to her knees without the support and looked around for the cause. She saw Julien standing in the doorway. The troll saw him enter and backed off, to be in position should Julien attack him. But Julien didn’t, he remained ever calm and collected. He began speaking, but she didn’t understand what he was saying. Whatever language he spoke, it wasn’t Thalassian and it wasn’t Orcish. She surmised it was Troll, she had no idea he spoke it.
After the exchange of a few grunts and nods. Meloriana’s attempted rapist left them alone on the balcony with no exchange of violence. Julien knelt down and picked up her robe, then offered it to her. She took it and looked away from him. She began to feel a little better being clothed again.
“I didn’t know you spoke Troll” she stated firmly, almost accusingly.
“Most of my work in Durotar deals with the Darkspear Tribe” He explained, clearly uncertain how he should be handling this situation. “They call it Zandali”
“They call what Zandali?”
“The language” Julien stumbled “The language of the trolls is called Zandali”
“Oh” Meloriana responded flatly. For a few moments they stood in silence looking at the ground.
“Are you alright?” Julien finally thought to ask.
“I am getting better at a rapid pace” Meloriana answered honestly. She was good at rationalizing, she was in the process of turning from feeling shame over her unwillingness to resist to trying to understand why she would let him do that. She was a warlock after, with the proper spell she could have probably gotten him to at least stumble off into the sea.
“I am sorry” Julien offered anyway before attempting to explain. “The trolls treat their women differently then we treat ours”
“Oh really?” Meloriana failed to come up with a sarcastic line to follow that, so she allowed it to all seep through with only her tone.
“Well, in the Horde women have equal rights” Julien continued unphased “Something that Thrall picked up from more civilized races, like us, before he reformed the Horde. Being raised by humans, he picked up some of their ways.”
Meloriana hadn’t actually been aware that the Horde’s previous warchief had been raised by humans. But she stifled questions about it as she had enough to consider and Julien still wasn’t done talking.
“And that extends to the trolls as well, but…” Julien paused, considering carefully how to continue. “They are a people who hold on to their traditions. Troll women are equals in all ways except one, they submit when their mates demand sex”
“All troll women?”
“Most of them. Everything I witnessed makes it seem the norm, even amongst warriors” Julien couldn’t help but seem like he was doing some rationalizing of his own. Women who submit to their partner’s every sexual whim would no doubt seem appealing.
Meloriana thought hard on that, trying to imagine living like that. Giving her partner whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. That didn’t seem like such a big deal. Four times out of five, Meloriana had a greater lust than any man she was with.
“I had come down here to warn you to prepare, we are nearing Durotar”
Meloriana was surprised, but when she looked out at the sky she could indeed see it was beginning to near the twilight hour. She must have been sleeping a long time.
“I had no idea” Meloriana responded idly “I’ll will meet you on deck shortly, I must collect my luggage”

Meloriana practically ran back to the onboard stable. She could not have revealed to Julien what she was going through. But in truth, she had been somewhat aroused by her encounter with the troll, and moreso afterwards thinking about the situation Julien described their women living in. To be at the beck and call of a man, whenever she was to please him. How could she justify that, a women of her position and prestige acting little better than a common slave?
She sat down on the floor and leaned back against her hawkstrider. He lifted his head a moment in acknowledgement of her presence, but did not stir. Meloriana laid her head against his wing and began to roll up the bottom of her robe. She brought one hand to her lips to wet the fingers a moment before returning them between her legs.
She began massaging her clit vigorously, aiming to bring herself to an orgasm quickly so she could focus. She used her other hand to slip inside, feeling around for the spot that would bring her so much pleasure. She kept at this a few minutes successfully. Moaning softly to herself and climbing toward an orgasm at a decent pace. But suddenly, she was dropped again from her position and went from leaning to laying on her back. Kim’Malanore had begun to shuffle and stand up, causing her to fall.
He reached his full height right above her while she laid on the ground looking up at him. She realized what had stirred him when she saw his striking pink member began to slither out from the feathers. He had smelled her arousal. Meloriana was so swept up in her moment of shameful pleasure that she decided not to hold out on herself. She came faster if she had a cock anyway.
Meloriana swung around and brought herself to her knees underneath Kim. With one hand she steadied and aimed his member for him and with her other she resumed massaging her clit. She swallowed her bird’s cock with reckless abandon. It was about the size of a large blood elf’s cock so she took in much of it without trouble.The shape was different, the head a sharper arrow than an elf’s cock.
Her attentions were greatly appreciated by Kim’Malanore, he began squawking loudly. The beast had no semblance of self control and was coming to his release very quickly. That suited Meloriana just fine, and began to stroke the base of his cock to coax him the final few steps across the finish line. He let loose one trumpetting squawk as he began to pour his cum down Meloriana’s throat. The sensation was just enough to allow Meloriana to achieve her orgasm. Her groans were muffled by the hawkstrider cock in her mouth.
                She swallowed every drop of semen the bird produced as a way of destroying the evidence of her taboo adventure. Standing up she straightened herself out. She ran her fingers through her hair a few times in an effort to make it look as though she hadn’t just been laying on the floor of the stable drinking bird cum. She also adjusted her robe and brushed off any dust or hair that it had accumulated on the floor. Meloriana rushed to re-saddle her mount and strap all of her bags back on to him. She practically tore off the hood in her haste and pulled him harshly out the door.


*”Kim’Malanore” to the best of my ability to research means “Little Traveler” in Thalassian.
This is only slightly revised, patching up a few paragraphs I found wanting. Word of advice, if you finish writing a chapter in the dead of night, don’t post it. Go to bed, and proofread it in the morning beforehand.
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