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Culture Clash	By : Makkoska Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 7770 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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6.

Zangah woke at the break of dawn to a sharp pain in her spine. A jagged rock was trying to dig its way through her lower back. The elf lay with a leg over hers, pressing her down, his breath hot and humid on her neck.
She shifted carefully to a more comfortable position without waking him up. Would he be horrified when he woke up to find himself naked in a cave with a troll? Her bets were on that he would, and she could just hope it will be due to the “naked in a cave” part more then on “with a troll.”
Well, they had been really reckless, relaxing so much. She had never seen the elf took off more than his helm and shield for the night. As for her – she could always be secure that her raptor or battle pet would warn her at the first sign of danger.
She realized the breathing of the elf changed – he must have been awake for a few minutes now. His eyes were still closed though.
‘Hey elf, yer up?’ she whispered to him, caressing his ruffled hair.
He groaned and rolled onto his back, eyes still closed. Zangah sat up to take a good look at him. Still lovely, she decided.
He seemed content to lay on the uncomfortable cavern floor and be looked at. Zangah realized she was eyeing him like he was a goblin bomb - the type one can be never sure when would it detonate. Still he didn’t seem inclined to say anything, or even to move, and the troll’s worry quickly given place to frustration.
‘It’s time ta get back to da camp,’ she said on a neutral voice as she stood up ‘Tizza and Vengeance been left down der.’
‘I hope,’ he replied with great feeling ‘that they will eat that blue ape. Let’s give them time.’ His eyes were still closed.
‘Listen elf, if ya goin’ to freak out, do it now,’
He peered up at her at that. ‘I’m not going to freak out,’ he sounded sure.
‘What are ya doing dan?’
‘Adjusting,’ he frowned ‘I have never thought I would have sex with a troll.’
‘Ya lack imagination elf,’ she teetered between amusement and resentment. ‘Come get dressed and go back to da camp.
‘Or,’ he sat up lazily, his glaze lingering on her ‘you could just come back here.’
Well. Well. There wasn’t need for such a hurry, was there? She crouched down before him.
‘Just don’t say elf dat dis is only yer clever plan to avoid Ibzora after yer show last night.’
His eyes widened in fake innocence. ‘How can you even suggest that,’ he denied, then grabbed her shoulder and pulled her forward so suddenly that she fall on top of him.
The sun was already high on the sky when they have gone back to the campsite. If it was just to buy him time – well, she couldn’t have cared less.

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Their travel through Un’Goro lengthened into week but neither of them mentioned. Ardel had to admit he didn’t mind at all – the journey had been more than pleasurable since they said their awkward goodbyes to the taurens and the troll at the camp. Azok and Turok seemed happy for them – as much as Ardel could tell, and he wasn’t quite sure if he could read the expressions on the furry faces correctly– but the troll stayed in wolf form and growled at the elf when he got too close. Some people just can’t lose, Ardel had thought smugly.
Since then they had always seemed to find a reason to stop their daily progress as early as possible and spent their time with more pleasurable activities than waddling through the muddy ground and thick growth.
Still, no matter how many and long breaks they took, the path leading up to Tanaris grew nearer. Next day they would reach it, and even if they made camp at the foot of the passageway the day after they have to start their ascend. While Un’goro wasn’t a safe place by any means, the various animals living in the crater left their small, but well armored party in peace, and Zangah always seemed to find a relatively sheltered spot for the night. In the desert of Tanaris everything would change, he knew. The bandits, ogres and sand trolls living there weren’t likely to pass a seemingly easy prey of two travelers, so they can’t let their guard down so. This meant there would be no lying around naked for hours. Maybe even no sex at all.
Then there was the question of what would happen when they reached Gadgetzan. Most likely they would just say farewell and go on their separate ways. If he read between the lines correctly that’s what the troll was doing every the time she get on with someone on her never-ending journeys. And it would be wise for Ardel to simply do that – it would ensure no one who mattered ever got to know about this short liaison. He sighed moodily – the problem was that despite the voice of reason nagging him steadily, he was quite enjoying himself.
Zangah was an amazing companion. She could tell great (if unbelievable) stories. She could listen even better to his (not less unbelievable) ones. She knew the wild, was a skillful hunter… and the sex was good as well. Pretty fantastic in fact. It was nice to sleep with someone just for the joy of it, without any of the usual Silvermoon scheming going on in the background. Even if said someone was just a troll.
‘Hey elf, what are’ya broodin’ on again,’ the troll in question poked him gently, bringing his faraway thoughts back to the present. She was lying snuggled close to him in nothing but a buttoned down shirt, although as always, had her weapons close at hand.
‘Oh just… things,’ he answered none too eloquently.
‘Ya don’t say,’ came the dry reply as Zangah rolled on her stomach, her pointed chin digging into his bare chest as she looked him in the eye. Not wanting to darken the mood with what was on his mind, he raked his brain for something else to say. Well, there was something else that was bothering him…
‘I’ve been thinking about size difference,’ he said at last. When she clearly didn’t get it, he tried to elaborate ‘You know – trolls and elves…’
‘Yer not dat shorter dan me,’ Zangah said slowly, drawing her brows together. The expression made her- well not pretty, but certainly alluring.
‘No, that’s not what… I mean the size difference between me – and a male troll,’ it had been bugging him since that night in the cave. Trolls were after all quite larger than his kind – he supposed it suggested bigger proportions at all areas. This wasn’t a reassuring thought, although Zangah did seem satisfied with him.
She was now staring at him with wild eyes. ‘I always knew it,’ she whispered ‘all men are the same, no matter da race. Ya all think yer cock is the most important thing in da word’ and burst out laughing.
Affronted, he tried to pull away. She grasped his shoulder with one hand to keep him back and gently took hold of his penis with the other. ‘Don’t ya worry elf,’ she said, still sniggering as she tenderly squeezed and stroked ‘Ya have nothing to be ashamed of. Plus it’s not a matter of size dat much, but if ya know what to do with it.’
He decided he won’t take this that he was indeed not large enough. Surely it wasn’t what she meant…He was getting hard again, despite their previous round no so long ago. He leaned up on his elbows to watch her three fingered hand move on his shaft. Looking up at him, she grinned slyly.
‘Laugh all you want troll,’ he was proud he sounded even and calm ‘but my cock is important.’
‘Of course it is,’ she gave it a fond caress before straddling his waist to kiss him. It was amazing how easily he had gotten used to this – even the press of her tusks against the side of his mouth no longer felt alien. He still found her exotic - she was so different from the females of his race- but her sharp features, blue skin and womanly curves only filled him with arousal. After all for her he must be equally foreign.
‘Don’t you find me strange troll?’ he whispered against her lips when they pulled back from the kiss for breath. ‘I’m so different from your kind.’
‘You are elf,’ she cast him a heated look ‘But yer da more lovely for it. I find ya very pretty. Seductive.’
‘Hmm,’ he lightly run his fingers down her back and between her buttocks ‘did you ever had any other men than trolls?’
‘You are my first elf,’ she answered after a pause.
‘Then what…’ he broke off. Did he really want to know? His mind was already conjuring up unwanted images.
She leaned down and bit his ear lightly. This being a particularly sensitive part of him he immediately forgot about naked orcs and taurens. He tried to keep his moans low – he didn’t want the any of the wildlife to get interested in the noises they were making. Nor did he want her to know the effect she was having on him. She looked smug enough as it was.
Grabbing her round hips he pushed her downwards to his lap. She let herself be guided and sank down on his hard length, the self-satisfied look on her face replaced by rapture. She was so damn hot like this. Ardel was torn between the want to flip her over to fuck her hard, or to remain under her and watch as she moved on him.
He settled for as deep thrusts as he could manage while lying on his back. Soon both of them were panting hard. Ardel hands roamed her body, squeezing her lush breasts, caressing her buttocks, and then finally settled on her hips as their pace increased. She soon convulsed around him. His grip now would have left bruises if she was an elf, but she didn’t seem to mind at all. With a final shove he spent himself and Zangah collapsed on his chest.
He caressed her sweaty hair, spinning the shocking red locks around his fingers. He will miss this terribly once they part in Gadgetzan he realized. He cleared his throat.
‘Tomorrow we will reach the path to Tanaris, no matter what clever scheme you cook up for setting a camp early.’
He felt her smile against his chest, sharp tusks digging into his skin a bit. ‘Ah, so ya noticed,’ she didn’t sound abashed at all. ‘But don’t ya worry elf, in da desert I won’t be able to do dat.’
‘Hmmm,’ he said noncommittally. He was drifting off by the time she spoke again.
‘Where ya be heading from Gadgetzan elf?’
‘To Orgrimmar – I want to buy a flight from the goblins.’
‘A flight, eh?’ she sounded displeased.
‘What’s wrong with that? That’s way the fastest and most comfortable.’
‘Da point of travelling is da journey itself, elf. Not da speed or comfort,’ she seemed to think for a moment. ‘Ya could just go da normal way, through Thousand Needles and da Barrens. I could came with ya. I haven’t been der for ages.’
He was sorely tempted for a moment. He wouldn’t have minded to drag out their liaison a bit longer. Still, Orgrimmar was very far away from Tanaris on foot and he was away from civilization for so long… it was due time he made his report to Master Pyreanor. Also he really should make a visit at home, it’s been years…
‘I can’t do that,’ he said regretfully ‘they are expecting me. I’ve been away for far too long as it is.’
‘Dat’s a pity elf. I could ‘ave just teach ya how to not care about other’s expectations if I would ‘ave a bit more time.’
He smiled. She sure was a master of that. Heart a bit heavy, he got prepared for their last night in Un’Goro.
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