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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 8
Local Flavor
                Meloriana found herself rebelling against the time honored tradition of waking up in the morning. The sunlight poured in through the window and washed over the bed like a thick golden syrup. But Meloriana held fast in her commitment to this principle, and staunchly raised the blanket over her head. Her back was against Julien’s. She could feel his torso expand slightly with every breath he took in, and shrink away from her as he exhaled. His light snoring was all that was working against Meloriana’s attempts at staving off the new day; she was mildly annoyed by it.
                Meloriana had slept quite well. This was in spite of, or perhaps because she had woken in the dead of night. She had found May still in her arms, lying on her side, facing Meloriana. So to help soothe herself back to sleep, she began to play with May once more. Kissing her and eventually delving her tongue back into the sleeping girl’s mouth. May would not sleep through this for long, and eventually woke to find Meloriana had rolled on top of her, so she lay pinned on her back. Meloriana had spent some time grinding her voluptuous curves against May’s petite frame while she kissed her passionately. Julien had stirred a little during these events, but did not seem to wake. Meloriana rolled back onto her side, bringing May with her. She gently encouraged the young girl to suckle at her breasts, which May did. Meloriana held May in her arms like she was nursing a babe. Petting her hair and kissing head, until Meloriana drifted back into a pleasant slumber. This time she managed to maintain it late into the morning.
                But Meloriana’s endless lazing was not meant to be. There came a crash, as of something metal being dropped against the hard wooden floors. Julien seemed to fly from the sheets, unhindered and naked. He held one of his knives, but Meloriana hadn’t seen where he picked it up from. Her response had been somewhat slower, having never had to sleep anywhere but a secure town or city. But she needed less preparation to be ready for combat. All she required was to sit up in the bed and raise a hand. She was prepared to cast against anyone who entered the doorway.
                For all their flare, they found it was unnecessary. A cursory glance of the bedroom revealed May was not in it. They simultaneously realized this and exchanged a quick glance before Meloriana climbed slowly out of bed to follow Julien into the main room. They found May standing awkwardly near what passed for a kitchen in Julien’s home. The bedroom took up a corner of this floor, which had no other walls in it. The nook created by the bedroom and the frame of the house was considered the kitchen. It had a few wooden cabinets affixed to the wall, housed his “dining furniture” if it could so be called, and had a small woodstove with a grill over top of it. The chimney seemed to feed into the wall and could not be seen.
                May looked fearfully at her captors when they entered the room, her eyes darted down to the cooking pot she had knocked to the floor. Julien scanned the room, assessing the damage. There was little, he merely picked the pot back up and returned it to its cupboard. Then closed the cabinets May had opened. All of them had been empty; Julien had emptied his kitchen before departing for Silvermoon and had not had a chance to restock since returning.
                “May, were you looking for some food?” Julien asked, drawing a natural conclusion. May bowed her head and nodded. Meloriana watched with intrigue as Julien kneeled down to face the girl eye to eye. “I am sorry, I should guessed you would be hungry”
                May seemed to light up at this, raising her eyes to meet his. But her exuberance slowly faded as she saw Julien’s stern expression.
                “But you were digging through my kitchen without permission” spoke Julien, confirming May’s fears. “If you need something, you are to ask me politely for it”
                Meloriana smiled knowingly, watching the scene play out with a certain satisfaction.
                “I will have to punish you now, May” Julien explained to her calmly, spinning one of his dining room chairs around to face her. “Put your hands on this chair”
                The fear in May was unmistakable; it filled the room like a thick pungent odor. Slowly, she approached the chair, the journey seeming to be measured in miles. Eventually she traversed the tiny kitchen and lowered her shaking hands to the seat of the chair. At her height, this bent her over almost completely.
                Julien placed his left hand on her lower back, bracing her. Then without any kind of warning or preparation for May, he brought his right hand to her backside in one swift slap. The smack rang out in the open building, along with May’s fearful yelp. This was as much out of surprise as pain. He used the hand near her waist to hold her from squirming away and rained down several more blows on the poor thing’s rear. May cried openly, tears streamed down her face as her bottom was ever more reddened. This was perhaps more out of fear than pain, as Julien was being relatively merciful.
                When Julien finally ceased spanking the girl, everyone in the room was reeling from the experience. Julien stood up breathing a bit heavily and wielding an erection hard as stone. May choked out a few sobs before quieting, the flow of tears down her cheeks slowed. And Meloriana had one hand between her legs and was biting the thumb of her other one.
                Meloriana felt an incredibly strong need to have an orgasm, but her own hunger was competing for attention. She stood a moment, caught in the grip of indecision. She was oblivious to Julien’s efforts to reassure May that she was forgiven.
                “Whenever you have wronged me, May, you need only to admit it and accept your punishment” Julien whispered, pulling May into a close hug. “Only then can you be forgiven”
                Her response was to bury her face into his torso. Hiding in him and from him all at once. He petted her, and then turned up to Meloriana.
                “We had better get dressed, I am expecting company”
                Meloriana made no effort to hide her disappointment, having decided that mounting Julien on the kitchen floor was her best course of action. Turning with a huff, she collected her belongings from near his front door and carted them off to Julien’s bedroom. Julien on the other hand, led May upstairs where Meloriana had not yet been.
                Meloriana took her time dressing today; she intended to make an impression on Orgrimmar’s warlocks. If she was to stay here awhile, she wanted them eating out of the palm of her hand. Not that she had any intentions of ever sleeping with one of these barbaric lower creatures.
Meloriana could say this for Durotar, the weather here was excellent for traipsing across the city scantily clad. She first pulled on her favorite thigh-high black stockings. She then tied around her waist a long black loincloth that hung all the way to her ankles and came to a point just above the ground. It had a golden tie and trim, with an almost unnoticeable golden stud near the point. The stud was deceptively heavy and served to help weigh the loincloth into position, so that it wouldn’t sway open at the slightest breeze. This was fortuitously designed as Meloriana wore nothing beneath it, were her loincloth to be displaced by a strong gust or the like then she would be completely exposed. She wore over her breasts a matching black brassiere, strapped over her shoulders and her biceps with a thin golden rope. None of the material allowed the transparency she normally would wear with pride, but she covered so little of her skin it hardly mattered.
She heard the main door open while she was in Julien’s bedroom. Julien called down from upstairs in Orcish or something, Meloriana hadn’t really been listening. But she could hear his footsteps on the floor above as he moved to the stairs to greet this guest. His footsteps sounding abnormally heavy, but perhaps it was just in comparison to May’s scurrying about. Meloriana made note of the fact that May did not appear to be following Julien.
                Meloriana stepped out to find that the visitor was, much to her dismay, a troll. It’s presence in the room made her nervous. She glanced at Julien, and was surprised at his attire. He wore some parts of the leather she had seen him in before, and draped over top of his torso and shoulders were pieces of armor chained together with what appeared to be great scales of some impossible reptile. They were of mostly black and dark brown hues, and when he shifted, she could catch glimpses of the silver chain mail beneath. His greaves and boots appeared to be of similar make. On the outside of his armor, he wore a tabard of Silvermoon’s crest. It was dull red with a golden trim, bearing a golden Phoenix across the chest. He had a bow of high quality Thalassian make leaning on the chair near him, unstrung. Next to it sat a quiver of arrows, the frills were bright red.
                “I have to make a brief appearance today” Julien attempted to explain, upon seeing her confused look. “I find politics here goes better when you dress like you expect them to go badly”
                “Oh, I see” Meloriana responded, with all the warning signs of genuine interest. This line of thought, however, trailed off when she turned back to the new comer. This caused Julien to remember himself and introduce them.
                “Meloriana, this is Kul’tabra” He said gesturing to the troll.
Meloriana took a brief moment to study him. He had pale blue skin in contrast to his darker turquoise locks, pulled behind him in a rough pony tail. The creature stooped over so far, the hair lay across his back. His tusks seemed to shoot straight up, with almost no curve. He was covered from head to toe in brown and grey leather wrappings, and wielding a simple wooden staff. In spite of his atrocious posture, he still remained the highest point in the room by a few inches and possessed much greater mass than either of the elves.
“Is mah pleasure” Kul’tabra surprised Meloriana by speaking Thalassian, albeit heavily accented. “I hear you been takin’ good care of my bruddah” He continued, eyeing her body lustfully. It seemed her outfit had the intended effect.
“He gives as much as he gets” Meloriana smiled affectionately to Julien as she praised him. Kul’tabra’s gentle voice seemed to soothe the anxiety she had experienced when he entered. And she felt much more comfortable conversing in her own tongue. She paused a moment, and her smile faded to be replaced by an expression of confusion. “You’re brother?” she questioned Kul’tabra, but it was Julien who cut in to explain.
“He adopted me into his tribe” Julien seemed embarrassed, but not as though he was ashamed. He acted more as if his doting mother had brought up some award or achievement. Kul’tabra thankfully elaborated for Meloriana.
“He saved mah life” he spoke as proudly as the fictional doting mother would have. “When we retook da Echo Isles, he fought with us. I was almost lost to Bwonsambi dat day, but Julien saved me”
“I had no idea” Meloriana was astonished. She even felt a bit embarrassed, thinking back to the things she said about the denizens of Orgrimmar in his presence. But her brief bout with stunned silence was broken when she heard May trot down the stairs.
“I found it” The girl seemed genuinely pleased with herself but still too unsettled by her current situation and her punishment this morning to be sufficiently excited. She plodded down the stairs slowly, still quite naked, and carrying with both arms what appeared to be a folded bed sheet.
“Ah, thank you, May” Julien beamed at her as he took the folded piece of cloth from her. He began to unfold it, almost ceremoniously. When it finally unfurled Meloriana realized it was a grand cloak, in the colors of the Darkspear Tribe with their crest at the top, nearest the neck. He proffered it to Kul’tabra. “Kul, would you?”
Kul’tabra grunted a noise that Meloriana assumed to be an affirmative in Zandali and took the cape from his hands. Julien turned his back to Kul’tabra and reached over his own shoulders to grip the pauldrons, pulling them up. Kul’tabra slipped his massive fingers into the gap created, affixing the cloak to some unseen hook or clasp in the shoulders.
Meloriana took a moment to appreciate Julien. He looked about as warlike as elves ever get. Armored in his dark mail, a billowing Darkspear cloak stopping just as it reached his boots; he strapped his bow and quiver to his back, adding to the brutally regal demeanor of it all. Meloriana imagined him as some kind of warrior-prince, bound to go forth and conquer kingdoms. Slaying a vicious draenei brute and then taking his woman. Bending the beastly creature over, gripping her by the tail, and ignoring her screams as he plunged himself into her ass as that man at the Ambassador’s orgy had done. Meloriana’s thought process continued to degenerate in this fashion until Julien roused her when he began speaking again.
“Kul’tabra has just delivered me something of an itinerary” Julien explained to Meloriana. “I think I shall bring May along, if I leave now I will have time to outfit her properly”
“You would bring an untrained slave to a political meeting?” Meloriana questioned.
“It’s nothing very serious” Julien attempted “And I think it will add to the appearance I am trying to give off. Dominating the Alliance really speaks to the orcs, these days” Julien paused a moment to look over his shoulder for May, who had stepped behind Julien. Meloriana suspected she was hiding from Kul’tabra. Julien turned back to them to continue once he had found her.
“Kul’tabra kindly agreed to escort you this morning in my stead, Meloriana” Julien announced. “Would that be suitable?”
Meloriana paused only a moment, she was apprehensive about traversing Orgrimmar while not in the company of any of her own kind. But Kul’tabra was pleasant enough, and if he really fancied himself Julien’s brother then certainly he would keep her safe.
“That will be fine” She agreed plainly, revealing neither excitement nor disappointment.

They left the building as a group, Julien bringing up the rear with May on a leash. They stopped at the stable to allow Julien to get his mount. Meloriana was shocked to find it was the same beastly raptor that had so frightened her the night before. It was of a light turquoise coloring, with shells of violet armor over top. The creature’s head hovered just a few inches higher than Meloriana’s own. Julien sat tall in the saddle, May straddled the creature just in front of him.
“I will return with groceries this evening” He informed Meloriana. “You shall likely return before me”
“I will wait with bated breath” Meloriana teased him with a smile.
Kul’tabra watched Julien depart with her. Once he rounded a corner and vanished from sight, they turned to one another.
“You probably won’t be needin’ your mount; our warlocks are all in de Cleft. It’s not a long walk.” Kul’tabra explained “Besides, I don’t actually have one here” He chuckled as he admitted it, perhaps a bit embarrassed to be holding her back.
                “Actually, I will first need to stop and get something to eat first” Meloriana corrected him. Though she was agreeable to not riding her Hawkstrider due to her outfit.
“Ah, well. Den we can go to an inn. It will be changin’ our route. But not addin’ a whole lot of time”

Most of the conversation that took place during the walk was Meloriana asking questions about the city and Kul’tabra politely answering them. When they passed thru the Valley of Strength, the massive fortress that is Grommosh Hold became the topic of conversation. This included its residents, especially Garrosh Hellscream himself. Kul’tabra even made a few jokes at the expense of their warchief, and Meloriana couldn’t help but to giggle at his wit.
When they reached the inn, they found its dining area to be less than busy as it was long after any breakfast, but still a bit early for lunch. So it was not difficult to find a quiet corner to sit at. They tasked an orcish wench with bringing them some food. Kul’tabra offered (and Meloriana readily accepted) to order for her, what he claimed Julien would normally have.
“This place is truly a wonder” Meloriana mused aloud, then turned to Kul’tabra to aim her words at him now. “This city of giants that is. Though nothing can compare to Silvermoon when it was whole”
“Julien tells me a lot about Silvermoon. I want ta see it, one day”
“Perhaps you can ask him to bring you along when next he visits home” Meloriana offered weakly. They were then distracted by the orcish girl returning with their food, placing in front of Kul’tabra what looked to be the entire rib cage of a pig and in front of Meloriana a plate of meat cut into vaguely cube shaped chunks as well as some rice.
“I am not sure what I was expecting” Meloriana admitted when their server had left. “That it was going to be chunks of raw boar or whatever the orcs eat, or something more like home since Julien ordered it”
“Dey will make some elf dishes, though dey don’t have the same ingredients available as you do in Silvermoon” Kul’tabra tried to explain. “It's more expensive and Julien claims dey don’t make ‘em very well”
Meloriana was disappointed to hear that she would have to experiment with new food. But after tasting it, she decided she would be able to stomach the food on her plate. They sat chewing in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before something occurred to Meloriana, so she brought it up.
“Do you live near Julien?”
Kul’tabra seemed surprised at her question, taking a moment to swallow his food before responding. “No, I live down on de Echo Isles with my tribe. I stayed here last night, to meet Julien early today”
“You came all the way up Durotar without a mount?”
Kul’tabra had been wearing a pleasant, friendly smile the entire time that Meloriana had been with him. But now it shifted only slightly, into an amused smirk.
“I have odder ways of gettin’ around” Kul’tabra said “Imma druid, I flew here”
Meloriana almost choked. She had heard stories about shape shifters amongst the night elves, as well as a few others. But she had never gotten to see one and had always wanted to.
“You are?” she asked excitedly, leaning in. She shied away coyly before she asked “I have always wondered, does it, er, change size as well?”
Kul’tabra in spite of his flirting was definitely embarrassed at this. But regrouped well enough to answer “A little, but it’s mostly de shape dats different”. He thought a moment before offering “I can show you if you like”
Meloriana raised an eyebrow. She understood what he meant, but intended to tease him for the ambiguity of his speech. Kul’tabra blushed even deeper, taking a violet hue on his face, before rushing to clarify.
“No, wait! I mean the shape shifting”
Meloriana’s smile broadened. Kul’tabra was simply adorable. He was just as charming as Julien in a completely different way. While Julien was suave and always had the right thing to say, Kul’tabra was friendly and pleasant. Were he an elf, Meloriana would have already let him fuck her and spent hours cuddling. But as it stood, she was caught in the grip of indecision. She finally, with some clinging feelings of woe and ill omens, came to a decision.
“Do you still have your room here?” She leaned over the table to ask. She did not let her own fear and nervousness shine thru her seductive demeanor. “Because I would like to see them both”

They reached Kul’tabra’s room in a hurry, slamming the door behind them. The pair began a collaborative effort to disrobe Kul’tabra. Soon he stood naked in the middle of the room. He stood up straight, perhaps intending to show off his physique. But it mostly served to intimidate an already nerve-wracked Meloriana. He towered over her completely, his arms and legs long and lanky, the toes and fingers thick and alien. Muscles had been cut into whatever aquamarine slab he had been carved from.
Meloriana was a little relieved when she saw his cock, however. Whether he was undersized for a troll or whether proportions were a bit different among their kind she could not be sure. But while his appendage would have been large if attached to an elf, it was still very manageable for Meloriana.
“Are you ready?” He asked her, his smile never faltering. Meloriana nodded, excitedly.
With a grin, he rocked forward onto his toes and began falling over towards the floor. Meloriana nearly exclaimed and moved to intervene, but he did not crash into the ground like she expected. What hit the floor was something else entirely. A massive panther, much bigger than the lynxes of her home in Eversong, now stood in the middle of the small inn room. The great cat was an ashen grey, with the slightest hint of blue. It had thick black stripes running vertical along its body and a bit of a plume of discolored fur above its head and wrapping around the ears and corners of the beast’s massive jaw. The plume was the same turquoise of Kul’tabra’s hair, along with the wispy tuft of fur at the end of his tail. His shoulders bore a mark with a solid dot nestled in an upturned crescent, his fur was discolored in these shapes to match his plume and tail, giving the appearance these attributes had been dyed.
Meloriana stood still a moment caught frozen in a mix of surprise, apprehension, and a touch of fear. Kul’tabra turned to her and she stiffened for a split second as he moved towards her. She quickly relaxed as he began to nuzzle his furred forehead against her thighs. He acted so much like the cats she knew back home, that her nervousness began to fade. Soon she was running her hands thru his fur, along his spine, and down to the tip of his tail. She marveled at its softness and cleanliness, commenting on it aloud to Kul’tabra. He didn’t purr, much to her disappointment, but he acted very pleasantly. Kul’tabra would walk opposite the direction of her petting as she did so and circle around her playfully, nuzzling his head into her body occasionally.
Meloriana had already tossed her inhibitions to the wind when she invited Kul’tabra up here. So she decided to proceed down that path. She kneeled perpendicular to Kul’tabra and used one hand to scratch his neck intently. With the other, she slid her palm along his soft underbelly until she eventually reached his groin and found the tip of his now feline member beginning to become exposed. As it slowly slid out and into her view, she marveled at how shockingly alien it seemed. The size was nearly the same as when he was a troll, but the head was vastly different. It came to a sharper point, was longer, and most disturbingly, it was barbed. The head had small spines facing backwards, so that he could enter with little trouble but it looked as though the spines would scrape painfully when removed. At least if he pulled out while still erect.
Meloriana reached out a hand to touch it in her fascination. She began to (with no particular grace) poke the tip and feel the small barbs. Kul’tabra stood completely still during her exploration, only shifting slightly when she moved into more familiar territory and wrapped her fingers around the unbarbed shaft. Meloriana ran her fingers thru the thick fur on his side while she worked. Gripping the feline’s member lightly and pumping with slowly mounting speed. She would stop short of the head with each stroke, of course.
Soon Kul’tabra was making very odd sounds, caught between his feline tendencies to make noise and his humanoid desire to stay quiet. Before Meloriana could bring him close to any kind of climax he shuffled a bit, in an effort to get Meloriana’s attention. This succeeded, and she pulled her hand away.
Kul’tabra shifted back out of the primal form, seeming to be pulled upright by some invisible force. While, for a brief moment, it seemed he was shrouded in a cloud. But the transformation was over in an instant, and Kul’tabra now stood before her the way he was at his birth, a naked troll. The only difference this time was that he now wielded a fearsome erection. Some part of Meloriana was able to process and make note of the fact that his cock did not seem to grow when it hardened like most elves do. But she was primary focused on the fact that he looked like he meant to skewer her on that member as he bore down on her.
This turned out not to be so far from the truth. Meloriana squealed as he picked her up, setting her down almost immediately on the room’s small bed. She landed on her back and almost reflexively spread and lifted her legs to grant him access. She bit her lip and laid her arms down next to her head in anticipation as Kul’tabra crawled on top of her, lifting her loincloth and moving it aside to reveal that some small beads of moisture had begun to drip down her leg as a result of her foreplay and anticipation. She may have wished for a moment of ceremony and mental preparation, as she had never had sex with anything that was not an elf before, but she did not receive it.
Kul’tabra wasted no time with romantic notions, foreplay, or pace. He drove himself into her as deep as he could reach in one forceful thrust. Meloriana elicited a scream and arched her back as though she had been electrocuted. She never quite came all the way back down to the bed after that. He hooked his arms under her legs, a position which was not entirely foreign to Meloriana. But with a man of her own kind, they would have lifted her hips from the bed a bit and resulted in an angle. With Kul’tabra’s height, only the uppermost part of her back, her shoulders, and her head remained grounded. Her lower extremities were almost entirely vertical, with Kul’tabra leaning over her thrusting downward.
Gravity adding to his already forceful brand of lovemaking, Meloriana was being pushed hard down into the bed at every thrust. Very different than the pampered treatment she received from elves. Here, it seemed, she was merely a novelty lay. But she would have been lying if she claimed she wasn’t enjoying herself. Meloriana’s screaming was beyond the capacities of her own volume control, so lost was she to that feeling of completion that she only ever could attain with a cock inside her. And Kul’tabra’s certainly didn’t fall short of filling her. Her cries came predictably with each thrust, but she began to emit a lower moaning sound when Kul’tabra reached down and grabbed one of her breasts through her brassiere. He squeezed hard; his massive hands encompassed the entire fleshy mounds through the clothes.
Kul’tabra had made little noise up to this point, so Meloriana was quick to notice the advent of grunts, and he seemed to be speeding up. Realizing what this meant, Meloriana made an executive decision not to intervene. Within a few seconds, he practically howled out his release. Meloriana almost regretted letting him cum inside as she felt how much he seemed to produce. The sheer amount of cum was a little overwhelming, but exhilarating all at once. He slowed his thrusts down to a complete stop, and held her awkwardly in that position for a moment. It felt to Meloriana like she was sliding off his cock; and when he removed the head from her with a wet popping sound, she practically fell back to the bed in a heap, with the cum just beginning to drip back out of her.
Meloriana quickly pulled some of the blanket from under her over top of the rear portion of her loincloth, to prevent the cum from seeping out on to it. But otherwise, she made no attempt to clean up yet. She hadn’t had an orgasm herself, yet she still felt exhausted from the very new experience of being fucked by a troll.
She hadn’t paid Kul’tabra much attention, so she was surprised when he plopped down next to her, again in the form of a great cat. He nuzzled up next to her, so Meloriana laid one hand down on his paw. She looked up at the ceiling, feeling the gushing amount of cum run out of her and onto the blanket. She began to think, in vague thoughts that weren’t well defined, that she could stand to take in a bit more of the local flavor while she was here.
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