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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 9
Three’s a Crowd. A Hot Steamy Crowd.
                Meloriana waved back to Kul’tabra as she set into the Cleft of Shadows. After a brief clean-up from their session, he had proceeded to guide her this far and pointed her rest of the way. He explained that he also had his appointments to make today, and had used up much of his free time attempting to hammer her into the bed, so she had to proceed the last bit on her own. Meloriana read people fairly well, it was one of the reasons she was so good at what she did. She felt she had a fairly accurate profile on Kul’tabra even though they had met only so briefly. The Cleft of Shadows was aptly named. Being a large cavern set in one of the central bluffs of Orgrimmar, it received little light. It was primarily populated by roofless tents and thin divisors to separate the small organizations and businesses.
                As far as Neeru Fireblade was concerned, Meloriana had decided that she would present herself in two ways. She would ensure that the orc was drooling over her, but would also respect her as a competent warlock in her own right. She summoned her Felhunter. It was a massive hell hound, red scaly skin with a long thick tail. The creature had no eyes, but from its snout across its back it was covered with a great deal of small spines. Two of these spines seemed to have grown to full-size tentacles that hovered above the creature like antennae, bending around to face forward.
                The felhound fed on mana through those tentacles much in the same way that Meloriana did. He was her most powerful familiar, his vicious bite was strengthened by the already potent corrupting magics she inflicted on her victims. He stood by her with a steadfast obedience, reading her movements to make sure he was always in the right place, and awaiting her to signal him. Meloriana rather enjoyed his company, but did not ever bring him out when she didn’t need to. This was mostly because she didn’t like having to be responsible for finding him mana to feed on that she herself didn’t want. She presumed that in the nether he could siphon off his fill from some other source and not bother her.
                As promised, she found Neeru’s tent fairly easily. A young orcish woman was standing outside of the collection of tents belonging to the warlocks with a Felguard escort. The orcish girl eyed Meloriana as she approached. She wore a small golden nose ring, her hair was completely shaved except for a long ponytail protruding from the back of her head, and her skin was a vibrant green which glowed slightly in the dim fire light.
                Meloriana winked at her as she approached. The orc wrinkled her nose in a combination of confusion and disgust. This was more or less what Meloriana had intended, enjoying the playful good mood of her afterglow. She strolled by the woman and made a show of turning back to view her ass, making sure the orcish woman would notice her looking. Her faithful hound trotting along behind her.
                Inside she found a rune of bright purple drawn on the ground; it surrounded a lit brazier with some obvious ritualistic purpose. With his back turned to the door, the hulking robed figure that must be Neeru Fireblade stood quietly contemplating his bookshelf. He had white hair, obviously much older than his counterpart outside. His skin was also a dingy greyish green, instead of the vibrancy of the woman’s skin, though it was unclear to Meloriana whether this was an effect of aging amongst orcs.
                “Neeru Fireblade?” Meloriana questioned. He didn’t stir for a moment, but before she asked again he began to turn. He paused to look her up and down, but it seems her efforts to make herself appealing to him were successful but fruitless. His collected demeanor did not break.
                “You’re the elf?” He grunted at her. “With the orb?”
                Meloriana raised an eyebrow, rapidly losing faith that these orcs would have any success with the relic. But she nodded anyway, reaching into her small satchel for the orb. It appeared to be made of glass, but a blood red mist swirled within it. There was clearly the taint of fel magic in it, but both warlocks could feel another presence. This is what had troubled the warlocks of the Sanctum.
                “Your people weren’t lying.” Neeru spoke more softly as he gingerly took the sphere. “This object is unique”
              After he stared into its depths for a moment, he looked back up at Meloriana. “Will you require lodgings in the city?” Meloriana was rather surprised he offered, detecting no hint of ulterior motives.
                “No, thank you. I have that taken care of” Meloriana thought a moment before asking with a wry smile: “But perhaps there is something you can help me with”
                Neeru had certainly sent her to the right place. Meloriana found herself entering a loud bar, which was about 90% blood elves, many of them Blood Knights, whom made up much of Silvermoon’s military presence in the Horde metropolis. Though the building was of orcish make, it could not be denied this was an elven bar. The interior was decorated with gold and crimson, and the drinks were served in glasses as opposed to tankards. Even the bartender was an elf.
                Meloriana had filled some of the time by walking back to Julien’s to retrieve her hawkstrider, Kim’malanore. And exploring a bit of the city, mostly the Valley of Strength and it’s various shops and vendors. But in spite of this, it was still rather early. It was still light out as she entered the bar, though this meant less during the summer.
Meloriana found a perfect mark, two Blood Knights in plainclothes. But they had their weapons with them (as you really never drank in Orgrimmar unless you were armed), their crimson spears leaning against the counter. They were of similar height and appearance even. They could have been brothers, they had short hair falling about their youthful angular faces, one was dirty blonde and his friend’s was a darker brown. The blonde haired man had a small tuft of facial hair below his lip, his partner was clean shaven. Meloriana was fairly certain she had seen them before, but couldn’t place where.
The darker haired elf was standing, his seat at the bar remaining empty. So Meloriana, without a word, sauntered in between the two men and took his place. She swung the fanlike rear portion of her draping loincloth around the stool to sit down. She leaned over the counter very far, displaying her already ill-concealed cleavage even further, to order her drink. The dark haired man was not put off by her intrusion at all and simply took the next seat over instead. Putting Meloriana between the two men, both of whom now leaned in towards her. The blonde man took another sip from his beer before putting on a smirk to speak.
“Milady, please allow us to pay for your drink. My name is Talus, and this is my associate, Maro” he spoke with a suave confidence that came from a combination of good looks, combat training, and a slight buzz.
“Why, thank you!” Meloriana squealed, playing her role “I am Meloriana”.
“Have you been in Orgrimmar long?” Talus began the tedious negotiation process that always came with meeting men this. The dark brown haired elf, Maro, spoke for the first time before Meloriana could answer.
“If I am not mistaken, she was leaving Silvermoon the same time we were” His voice was slightly deeper, and had an air of caution about it. He spoke slowly, as if he were carefully considering each word. Meloriana recalled once he mentioned it, a pair of Blood Knights using the Orb of Translocation before she and Julien had.
“Ugh, that’s right.” Talus reeled as though the memory repulsed him “And we had to spend the night in the Undercity”
“You boys actually had to sleep in that place?” Meloriana asked.
“Yes, it was horrific. Corpses and sludge abound.”
The bartender placed Meloriana’s drink in front of her, along with one for Maro. Talus told the story while they drank:
“We had to go through a pseudo-interrogation and be escorted by the bloody Kor’kron just to get into Sylvanas’ throne room to see our instructor… And all she did was tell us to report to Orgrimmar!”
“By then, we had missed the zeppelin” Maro continued while Talus brought his drink back to his lips.
“Why did she make you come to Orgrimmar?”
“To get us out of the Undercity, I would guess” Talus answered, but it was Maro who elaborated:
“She is wary of Sylvanas and would rather have as few elves as possible in her jurisdiction”
“Pah, she is one of us” Talus did not seem to approve of calling Sylvanas’ motives into question.
“She was” Maro spoke softly into his ale before taking another sip. A silence descended upon them and it was a moment before Meloriana broke it.
“Do you two have to stay in the barracks?”
“No, that’s mostly for the adepts” Talus perked at the change of subject and yet again Maro picked up on his shorthand explanations.
“The Order keeps a few apartments on rent for the higher ranking members staying in Orgrimmar. We are sharing a one in the Valley of Strength.”
“Would you care to show me?”
                Talus pressed Meloriana against the wall, kissing her passionately as Maro fumbled with the lock. Once inside, she took a brief moment to look around. Their lodgings certainly weren’t as extravagant as Julien’s. There appeared to be one main common area with two small bedrooms attached and little more. Most of Orgrimmar seemed to be lit by fire or moonlight (where open to the usually cloudless sky). But Talus and Maro’s abode was lit by glowing crystals, traditional of blood elf homes. They cast a dim but consistent light over the room. Meloriana couldn’t take long to inspect the room as she was swept into Maro’s arms while Talus began to disrobe.
                Talus, half-clothed and carrying both spears, stepped out of her view as Maro leaned in for another kiss and clumsily attempted to remove her top. With a little help, he eventually succeeded and tossed it carelessly across the room. Meloriana reached for his belt and unlatched it in return, exposing his member. She let her hand rest on its semi-erect length a moment while he lifted his shirt over his head.
                Meloriana suddenly felt hands on her hips. Talus, now fully nude, began disconnecting the golden chain that supported her loincloth. He casually tossed it towards her top when successful, and paused to admire her curvaceous frame. Her dark hair floated around her as she turned her head towards him, her emerald eyes full of desire and something else. Talus let out his breath as she stepped towards him.
One more kiss, and she began to guide him downwards. He carefully laid himself out on their decently sized rug as she descended down upon him. Swinging a leg over, she teased the tip of his member with a taste of her dampening folds. Dragging the tip thru the length of her slit, barely wetting it. After a few minutes of stalwartly enduring this torture, Talus raised a hand and placed it gingerly on her cheek.
“Please”
Meloriana even surprised herself by giggling and smiling. She lowered her face to his and gave him another kiss. As she did so, she began descending onto his cock as well. She moaned softly into him with every inch. But she was not only reveling in the nirvana she achieved in this state, but also at the feel of his arms wrapping around her and his lips on hers. She had the power over him she had always craved yet now she could only think about his pleasure. And that inexplicably pleased her, to know she was pleasing him.
She sat upright, straddling his waist and driving him deeper into herself in the process, eliciting a small gasp from both of them. She looked back to Maro. He stood naked with his arms crossed and an erection, patiently and politely waiting. His face was an expression of desire, with a hint of jealousy for having been left out so far. Meloriana gave him an inviting smile and outstretched her arm towards him. His eyes flashed with excitement, so happy to be acknowledged.
As he came close enough she let her fingertips slide along his cock lightly, just to tantalize him. She slid all the way down to its base and cupped his balls carefully in her hand. With this handhold she led him, bringing him closer. Suckling on the tip as soon as it was within her reach. She lifted off from Talus until only his tip just barely made contact with her to allow herself more room. She used it to begin swallowing Maro’s cock. She quickly made her way down to its base, wrinkling her nose slightly as his pubic hair began to tickle her.
Maro seemed to be holding his breath, and he let all of it out when Meloriana pulled away, allowing herself to slide back down onto Talus, who responded with a noise of his own. Meloriana pulled Maro in a step closer so she could blow him properly while bouncing on Talus’ lap. She increased her pace with both activities, enjoying the sounds her partners made in response to her efforts. Neither of them had the quiet receptiveness she had found to be the norm amongst men and moaned loudly their approval.
She decided both men deserved her full attention for their orgasms. So she brought the entirety of Maro’s cock into her mouth once more and slid it very slowly back out. Once she had completely removed it, she gave his balls a playful squeeze and planted a kiss on the side of his cock. She also wanted to reassure him that would not forget about him.
“I will be right back, sweetie”
Meloriana even surprised herself with the use of a pet name,but when she looked back at Maro before, she hated seeing him look hurt at the thought she may have forgotten him. He reminded her a little of Kul’tabra, good natured but self conscious and meek. The likes of which would be a rare find at the types of parties she met Julien at. Likewise Talus acted much the same way Julien did. Then, turning to Talus, she leaned placed her hands on his well-muscled torso. One on each peck, and the pair of them set to moaning once more as she resumed her bouncing. She was more vigorous, but had more control now. As she was on the downswing, Talus would meet her with a much less precise thrust. This produced a sloshing sound due to how wet she was, which was followed each time by a slap as his lap met her groin.
She felt Maro pet her hair and began digging her nails slightly into Talus’ chest. They were both coming close, if the increased volume could be relied upon. She was getting to the point where she was stalling her orgasm when Talus finally brought his hands to her hips in a fierce grip and bucked violently into her, driving as deep as he could. She let loose a wild scream and her nails left light red marks that could be mistaken for nothing else across Talus’ chest. This did nothing to deter his release and he howled out.
Meloriana was drained slightly by her orgasm, but she had not forgotten her promise to Maro. She gave Talus a peck on the cheek, as she lifted herself from him. She turned around, but did not stand, as she was not particularly stable. Maro sat down on the rug and she slithered up him, she pressed her lips against his and forced her tongue into his mouth. While on the offensive she pushed him back until he was laying down with her laying on top of him. Her body pressing against his, with her breasts mashed against his chest. She gave him another hard kiss before she slid back down, to finish giving him a proper blowjob.
                She began swallowing his cock again in large, exaggerated gulps. Maro ran his fingers through her hair with both hands, and Meloriana used both of hers as well. With her right, she cupped his sack once more in her fingers and massaged it lightly. She slid her left hand beneath herself, reaching between her legs to her own sex. Wet from her own juices and Talus’. She slipped her index and middle fingers inside to lubricate them. Bringing the hand back up, she let Maro’s shaft leave the warmth of her mouth for a moment and suckled a bit on those two fingers. Though she did not allow herself to clean them completely of the fluids. She opened wide to take in Maro’s cock once more. She lowered her left hand and slipped her freshly lubricated middle finger between Maro’s taut muscled buttocks and applied a little pressure.
                Maro was cupping Meloriana’s face affectionately, and made no discernable reaction to her suggestion. So she continued, and began penetrating him with great care. As her first knuckled passed the threshold she began to twist her wrist while she continued. An act she accentuated by slipping his cock out of her mouth to the head, which she sucked on forcefully, as well as putting some small amount of pressure on his balls. During this time, Talus had apparently recovered enough while spectating to stand up. He gave Meloriana a playful, but firm, slap on the ass when he walked by on his way out of the room.
                Maro tugged slightly on Meloriana’s hair, and gave her a verbal warning when he decided he needed to be more explicit.
                “I am very close” was what he said, though it came out with a few interruptions. She gave an equally difficult to understand response.
                “Uh huh” came much muffled by Maro’s cock. But hearing it seemed to spur him on even more. He gripped her hair tightly, and she did everything she could to stimulate him during his orgasm. Wriggling her finger in his ass, playfully massaging his balls, and taking in up to ¾of his cock while swallowing his cum gulp by gulp as he released it. He was much quieter than Talus, and did more grunting than howling. But Meloriana still made muffled moans, genuinely enjoying the act.
                Glancing about, Meloriana saw Talus was still not back and climbed back up Maro. He let his head fall to the ground, laying completely flat with his legs spread and his arms straight out to his sides. Meloriana curled up near him and rested her head on his shoulder and threw an arm across his torso and a leg over his lap.
                At this time, Talus appeared at one of the bedroom doors displaying a small metal tin to both of them; it was empty as far as Meloriana could see.
                “Can we use yours?” Talus directed his question at Maro. “I’m out”
                “Yes” Maro responded after a very brief pause. “If you set up”
                “Ya, ya” Talus talked to the wall as he turned into the other bedroom and disappeared.
                Meloriana noted the way he looked and spoked to Talus. She was starting to suspect his jealousy was present before her arrival. But she put that thought aside for the moment. “What’s he getting?” She asked Maro, giving him a peck on the cheek from her position.
                “Bloodthistle*” He said simply “Do you…?”
                “Oh, yes” she responded with a hint of excitement. “It’s been quite awhile” Bloodthistle was a kind of small leafed plant that grew small crystals on it with certain inebriating properties of their own. But these crystals had a tendency to soak up ambient mana, as is abundant in Quel’thalas where the plant grows. This came primarily from the Sunwell before the Scourge invasion and by their attempted replacements for the Well afterwards. Now that the Sunwell has been restored, they are no less plentiful, though mana-addiction is less of an issue as the Well feeds the elves with what most consider satisfactory. Meloriana was excited not only because of the enjoyably inebriated state that one could attain by smoking the plant, but also because doing so absorbed not insubstantial amounts of mana from the crystals.
                Maro wrapped the arm she was laying against around her and grasped her shoulder gently; he gave her a kiss on the forehead and began shifting. She realized his intent and quickly began to sit up, allowing him to as well. They stood and followed Talus into what must be Maro’s bedroom, tiny amounts of Talus’ cum dripped out of her and down her leg. They found Talus leaning over a simple nightstand, just finishing wrapping a small wad of the leaves in paper. Meloriana leaned back into Maro’s arms and felt him run his hands over her stomach. Talus smiled wide when he turned around and displayed it. He looked back a moment, as if searching for something. Meloriana guessed it was whatever they normally used to ignite it, so she held out her palm. Inside she created a small flame which hovered ominously above her hand, casting wicked shadows around the low lighting of the building.
                Talus’ grin widened, and he lowered the end of the papelate** to the flame, inhaling from the other end. Once it was lit, the end began to smolder. Talus stood up and began to take another drag. While Maro let his fingertips graze over her clit a few times, pulling back its hood and petting it. Talus held his arm up in offering and Maro brought his own from between Meloriana’s legs to accept it. He let his other arm drop from Meloriana, effectively releasing her from his hold.
                She did not need to go lonely however, as Talus quickly intervened. He took her by the wrists and pulled her into his arms. The embrace was tight, her stomach pressed against Talus’ hardened shaft. Talus leaned in and kissed her aggressively one arm wrapped around her upper back to keep her close. The other roamed far lower, and took firm grip of her buttocks. After a moment of this attention he let his grip slacken and pulled away from the kiss. He nodded over her shoulder, where she looked to find Maro proffering the bloodthistle to her.
                She accepted it and stepped away from Talus. Bringing it to her lips, she inhaled deeply. The sensation was complex, but immensely pleasurable. She could feel the effect of the mana immediately, appeasing her hunger and providing a very minor buzz. The effect of the plant itself was more subtle, and less sudden. She could feel it begin to creep up on her and over the next several minutes it would continue to grow stronger. She held her breath a moment, as she had learned to do, before exhaling the smoke. She took another drag, doubling the effects of the mana and allowing the chemical component to come on a bit stronger. While she inhaled, her head was swimming. She let herself fall over onto the bed so that her legs were hanging off the side. She was bent over the side of the bed while she smoked.
                She put the papelate in her left hand and held it up awkwardly behind her at Talus. The boys, who were also beginning to feel the effects, giggled at her clumsy posture. Talus took it from her and leaned against the wall. Maro approached Meloriana, and laid his hand on her lower back. She felt his presence and waggled her butt playfully at him. He required no further incentive and positioned himself behind her.
                Meloriana gasped as she felt him enter her. Each touch had resonance that while in this state, and the feel of his hands on her hips and him inside her drew out deep moans of pleasure. He thrusted away at her from behind, each motion slow and deep. She could tell he was reining himself in. The sensation was spectacular for both of them, and they both voiced it with grunts and moans. But after a few moments, she felt Maro remove himself from her and looked up to see why. Maro had begun smoking and Talus now began to replace him. She let her head fall back against the bed and resumed enjoying Talus’ less controlled brand of lovemaking. He fucked her with vigor, the thrusts were much faster than Maro’s and a bit shallower as a result.
                After Maro’s turn, Talus pulled out to allow Meloriana to accept the bloodthistle. She slowly turned over and stood up to accept it. There was more left than she had smoked during her first turn, but not enough to pass around again. She was to finish it off, so she set to it. As the last bit of plant burned away she rubbed out the flame against the wooden walls. She grinned with devious intent at Talus, whom she was facing, as a thought crossed her mind. She backed herself into Maro, and rubbed her rear against his stiffened member. Then with deliberate slowness, she sank to her knees. She fell all the way down to her hands as well, and crawled a few inches toward Talus and looked up at him wantingly.
                Both men in near perfect unison dropped to their knees to follow her. Walking by their knees into position, they were stationed at each end of her. Meloriana used one hand to grip Talus’ cock by the base. She cooed at it softly as Maro slowly entered her. He held still a moment once he was fully sheathed. She took the opportunity to take the head of Talus’ member into her mouth. She massaged the base of it and suckled at the head.
                Meanwhile, Maro had resumed fucking her. He started again with slow and deliberate thrusts. But he soon began to speed up. Meloriana closed her eyes, her entire brain focusing on one sensory input: the exaggerated feeling of these two men. Everything seemed to last forever, she loved all the sensations she was taking in. The slickened thrust of Maro’s cock entering her, the angle causing it to only graze her pleasure spot, teasing her so. The taste and feel of Talus’ cock in her mouth, even the firmness of it’s base in her grip.
                Meloriana’s muffled moans grew louder, which Maro read as an indicator of her approach to an orgasm. He was not far off himself and began speeding up in an effort to close the gap. With surprising dexterity, he reached around her waist. Just barely able to comfortably reach, he brought his middle finger to her clit again. He made circular motions with his finger over it several times and began grunting as his seed started to spill into her. Meloriana’s moans elevated to a higher pitch. The feel of Maro’s release and the sensation of him thrusting through it put her over the edge and she began to cum along with him.
                The trio very slowly seperated from each other, as though they were reluctant to do it. Meloriana barely managed to sit on the edge of the bed, attempting to stand so quickly after her orgasm was a dangerous move. Maro leaned against the wall, not quite as unstable as her. Talus however, was perfectly mobile and proceeded to roll another bloodthistle papelate.
                They passed this one around again much in the same pattern as the first. Whenever one of the males had it, his counterpart would be kissing Meloriana passionately. While she smoked they would idle and wait, perhaps petting her hair or thigh. The last bit passed to Maro, and as he finished it off Talus grew a bit more aggressive with his attentions once more. She sat on the edge of the the bed while he leaned over and kissed her. But now he placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her down. She realized his intent, but instead of just laying back she climbed completely onto the bed, so her feet no longer hung over the side. She then spread and curled her legs up, opening herself to him. He smiled at her lustfully as he climbed after her.
                Once positioned on top of her he drove himself inside with a gusto she was beginning to realize was standard for him. The feeling was no less pleasurable at her hightened state of mixed inebriation from the bloodthistle and the mana therein. But the ceiling seemed to spin and twist ever so slightly. She felt him suckling greedily at one breast, grabbing and pinching at the other. He started yelling, and brought his lips to hers to muffle his howl as he came. Filling her with yet another load of cum, which slowly dripped back out of her.
                He stood only a little shakily, but was clearly as intoxicated as Meloriana. He talked to the doorframe again as he turned away from them.
                “I’mmmma goin’ to bed”
                With that, he stumbled out of the room. Maro chuckled at him as he went, then turned to his own bed and beautiful woman on it, still spread and waiting. His lustful gaze made it clear he was not about to follow Talus’ example and retire. Climbing ontop of her, he slid himself into her drenched pussy. He did not go slowly or carefully at this point, but his hands were more gentle and considerate than Talus’. He pet her sides and grabbed her buttocks playfully while kissing her. They moaned into each other as Maro picked up where Talus’ left off, bringing her the rest of the way to an orgasm.
                She pulled away from his kiss and brought her chin to his shoulder as they embraced. Though once the orgasm finally started, she could not be so still. She turned her head and bit into his neck, a little harder than perhaps necessary. Her nails dug into his back, leaving him cat scratches to match Talus’. Inspite of this abuse (or perhaps because of it), Maro managed to achieve his orgasm and grunted once loudly. Releasing a final load of cum into Meloriana. It was overflowing freely from her now, mixed with her own juices.
                Maro rolled off to the side once they had both stilled. The bed was not meant for two people to lay in it, but they both managed to fit fairly comfortably as long as they stayed close, which neither of them minded. They were still, and breathed heavily for a few moments. Until Maro broke the silence,
                “You are like night, giving way to day”
                “You were wonderful as well, darling” Meloriana responded without an ounce of flattery, though again the pet name seemed to fly unbidden to her lips. “And that Talus… his energy seemed to be boundless”. Meloriana turned just in time to see the smile drop from Maro’s face at the mention of Talus. She quickly moved to rebuild his confidence. “No” she spoke quickly, making it clear she was responding to his expression. “I do not like him more than you.”
                “I wasn’t thinking that”
                “Yes, you were” A moment of silence followed before Maro finally spoke.
                “He has just always been there, smoother and better than me” Maro had clearly struggled with this for awhile. “Women have always preferred him to me, I have been turned down by women he would later bed”
                “I don’t, and they don’t know what they are missing”
“I suppose that should mean a lot, few women have been in a place to compare” Maro tried to explain through the haze of the drugs. “It shouldn’t bother me as much as it does. But I feel like I am constantly in his shadow, he is charming and confident and… I don’t know”
                “I know someone like that” Meloriana trailed off and let her thoughts drift to Julien. Maro observed her a moment as she was lost in thought. It began to dawn on him.
                “Your lover?” was the first thing Maro spoke hastily. He did not ask slowly or spend time thinking about it. He just asked, plainly. And Meloriana was a little shocked, but did not respond right away.
                “Maybe” finally came her answer. “But I don’t think that was quite right. I think he learned to act the same way Talus does, but he’s really more like you. Careful and thoughtful… and worried.”
                Maro only responded with a “hm”. But a thought occurred to Meloriana, as to something that may also be contributing to Maro’s inferiority complex.
                “Have you and Talus ever had sex?” was a fairly simple question. But Maro took much time to respond.
                “Yes. I let him fuck me once” she could tell it was hard for him to say. “I have regretted it”
                “Why? Did you not like it?”
                “ No, I enjoyed it. But he gets all sorts of women I wish would turn him down” he did not start speaking hastily, but there was a definite tone of contempt. “And I did exactly what they did, I let him have his way.”
                “You shouldn’t feel that if he wins, you lose.” Meloriana tried to comfort him. She wanted to see him happy. “You had fun. You can both win. You can regain some control… besides. You have much to be proud of, and if other women don’t always see it. At least I will”
                Maro smiled, genuinely moved by her efforts. He leaned in and kissed her once more. “Are you going to stay the night?”
                “I am not sure” Meloriana responded “I think not, if I am still awake when sober”
                “You will be missed”
                “I will be back” a promise she sealed with a kiss.
*Bloodthistle is an actual ingame item that can be attained by any level herbalist in Quel’thalas. It provides a 10 minute buff increasing spell power by 10 and when removed a 20 minute debuff called “Bloodthistle Withdrawl” that reduces spirit by 5. Removed by consuming another Bloodthistle.
There is also a quest in Shadowmoon Valley in which it is brought up. A blood elf is referred to as a ‘thistlehead’ and you go buy some of the stuff from a dealer (who makes his own remarks that further the comparison between Bloodthistle and other drugs) to lure said thistlehead away from his bodyguard.
**A more fancy and archaic word for cigarette. I thought using cigarette might break the mood.
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