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Elwynn	By : Soliloquy Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6739 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kyr felt the grass crunch under her feet. The dew still lingered on the green blades as the previous night’s fog seemed to lift off of Crystal Lake. Her footsteps were light, and though the crunching sound seemed deafening to her, it was nothing to the average passerby. She remained stealthed, the shadows enveloping her in the familiar and warm manner to which she was accustomed.
Her ears perked as she moved closer to the small town. The usual patrons were about, running to and fro. The Alliance bordello town was even busy at this early hour of the morning. She smirked. It had been sometime since she had visited Elwynn. From her quick glance, it seemed nothing had changed in her absence. Her eyes scanned the front of the inn. Haphazard duels and drunken punters crowded the small dirt road, the odd horde rushing in to cause havoc among them. She snickered silently to herself. They would never learn. Their vain attempts at heroism only served to get them seriously maimed or worse.
She rolled her eyes as she stealthily made her way past the guards and into the inn. It was always such a sight to behold. Even in the early hours of the morning, there were the usual whores lined up, dancing in next to nothing, while others looked on. The bright fire and general atmosphere of the inn were the only things stopping it from being so seedy, yet some would disagree. The males were mostly human, ogling the eye candy before them. Some would get lucky, others not so much. But the sight didn’t faze Kyr. She was used to it. Her eyes scanned the room over the undulating mass of exposed skin: draenei, night elf, human. The dwarves and gnomes were a rarity, especially at this time of day. Her eyes lingered on the night elf in front of her. Momentarily caught up with the sway of her body and the fluid, provocative movements, her mind wandered slightly. She soon snapped out of her reverie and sniffed the air. Was he here?
Soft, stealthy footsteps were drowned out by the commotion of the ground floor as the rogue made her way up the stairs to one of the back bedrooms of the inn. A favoured spot for relative privacy, she had often seen him in there. Would he remember her? It had been so long, and the language barrier had always been an issue for them. Her common was non-existent and he seemed to stare blankly at her words in orcish, the rare times she did actually speak. But she had let him see her, in a moment of impulse, perhaps? It was quite some time ago. Her journeys had taken her quite far from the Eastern Kingdoms, and even though she had spent a lot of time here before that, she wasn’t sure he would recall her. A few many blood elves came and went here. The younger ones would risk the journey in order to make some quick gold. Even then, Sindorei wasn’t a rare dish on the menu. They were becoming more common in these parts.
She turned the corridor into the adjacent room. He was here. She could sense him. A peek through the door and her eyes caught him sitting on one of the beds. The room was relatively crowded. A human couple was doing their own thing on the opposite bed and he sat facing a tall draenei. They smiled at each other, engaged in conversation that escaped Kyr. She moved closer, smirking. Had she caught him in the middle of some sort of pre-mating discussion? Funnily enough, she didn’t think he was like the others here. Perhaps she had been mistaken? She shrugged off the questions, curious at the scene in front of her.
The draenei laughed a hearty laugh as she looked at him. She then got up and walked out of the room. The human was left sitting there, his expression neutral. Kyr made her way to the bed and deftly hopped on top of it. She inched closer to him, causing him to notice her, even in her stealth. He turned to face her, his mouth curling into a slow smile of recognition. He spoke, his voice deep. But the words were gibberish to her. His tone was pleased, almost happy and excited as he turned to face her. She smiled, crouched and still stealthed. He reached a hand out to her face. She instinctively moved back and away. He furrowed his brow and retracted his hand. She half smiled, softly, her eyes watching him curiously. Even in the past, their verbal interaction was limited. As for the physical, Kyr was not one to let anyone close to her uninvited, so it was natural for her to pull away from a gesture like that.
She let her smile widen, to show no harm was done. He nodded and smiled to her once more. She looked over at the human couple, then over to the door where the draenei had made her exit. Finally her gaze came back to him as she smirked, quirking a brow. He understood her curiosity about his earlier guest. He laughed heartily and shook his head at her. She smirked more, her eyes dancing mischievously. His expression softened. Once more he brought up his hand, but hesitated.
She narrowed her eyes at him. She was used to murdering his kind. Her hatred for Alliance ran deep. If anyone had her allegiance, it was the Forsaken. Her tabard was enough proof of her dedication to the Defilers. She looked over the human, taking in his features. Why had she let him see her? Why hadn’t she picked his pockets like the others that came through this inn? Why was he even alive before her? She didn’t have the answers to those questions, she just knew his warm gaze and smile, and had always known of his presence here. It’s why she returned to Elwynn.
He continued to look at her curiously, as if trying to get a grasp on what she was thinking. She canted her head to the side and smirked at him, her eyes glancing at the human couple behind them. The sounds were starting to get to her. She let out a breath through pursed lips. Her focus was dwindling. It has been too long since her last encounter of that kind. The human watched her, slightly bemused; interpreting her stance and breathing as he saw her glances occasionally go past his shoulder to the couple behind them. A sly smirk played on his lips. He knew what she was feeling. Boldly his hand went out again. This time his fingers clasped themselves around her wrist as he held her firmly there. Kyr’s eyes flared as she felt him grip her arm. She hissed at him with a glare. How dare he touch her! But yet, she let him. Her hands didn’t instinctively go for her daggers; she remained crouched in front of him. He brought the finger of his other hand to his lips as if to motion her to silence.
She watched him, the glare slowly dissipating as impatience seemed to replace it. He tugged at her wrist, getting up off the bed and motioning her to follow. Reluctantly, she did. He kept his grasp on her arm, leading her out of the inn. The image itself would seem odd, as if he were grasping thin air, but they made their way out, and none of the patrons were any the wiser. She tugged back occasionally as he led her to the lake. He looked back with a smirk and a shake of his head. She could easily kill him, and he knew it. Yet, she didn’t. She let him lead her away from the menagerie of sin to a quieter place.
Large stones overlooked the lake. The area was hushed. There was hardly a soul about. He brought her to the stones and her ears picked up the sound of the water lapping against them. The current was weak, but the sound was crisp to her. He guided her back against a stone. It was half her height and his and she felt her rear press against it as he let go of her wrist. Again she glared at him, but this look wasn’t as abrasive as the first. He smiled, almost apologetically, but his blue eyes held a passion in their depths. He placed his hands on her waist and hoisted her up onto the stone. She sat on it, facing him, watching him.
“What do you want?” Her voice, hardly heard, was slightly melodic in its tone. But her words fell on deaf ears as he watched her. He smiled at her attempt for verbal communication and moved closer to her. He brought his fingers to her lips and shook his head. She knew he didn’t understand her, yet she couldn’t fathom why she spoke anyway. She watched him, her body still except for the slight rise and fall of her chest underneath her snug leathers. His finger traced the outline of her lips and she furrowed her brow at him. She knew what he was doing, and yet she didn’t stop him. Her need overtook any other feeling inside her.
She felt herself tremble slightly, but not from the cool air of the morning. His touch was having that affect on her. His thumb replaced his finger as he dragged it across her lower lip. His other hand fell from her waist onto her leathered thigh where it rested. She blinked slowly, her eyes on him. He smiled, leaning in to press his lips against hers. She closed her eyes, letting him kiss her. His lips were soft, full as they pushed against hers. Kyr returned the soft kiss, her hands on either side, palms flat against the stone.
His hands came down to her thighs as he forced the kiss to deepen. He moved closer still, spreading her thighs so he could wedge himself between them. His hands ran up and down them, firmly pressing against the leather. She whimpered softly into the kiss and he smiled against her lips. Against her better judgment, she brought her hands up, cupping his face as their kiss deepened. His fingers dug softly into her thighs, still massaging them, each stroke going further up towards her crotch. He darted his tongue out, pressing at her lips. She parted them, compliantly, letting him into her mouth. The passionate kiss continued as his hands got bolder, moving up her thigh to the crease of her pelvis. She wrapped her arms around his neck, inching closer to him as she felt his hands move around, gripping her ass and pulling her towards him. Her lips broke away momentarily; her warm breath cascaded onto his lips.
She looked into his eyes, her own gaze heady as she became intoxicated with his presence. He smiled, nodding. She leaned in once more, closing her eyes and resuming the ardent kiss. His hands explored her ass and thighs, as they kissed for what seemed like an eternity. She felt dizzy, light headed at the sensations he was bringing out in her. It had been too long. His fingers hooked onto her belt from behind, then moved to the front as he unbuckled it and let it fall to the floor. She had come out of stealth through it all, not having the strength to keep herself veiled. She let him take her belt off. And as his fingers fumbled at her leather leggings, she knew she didn’t care who saw them. Quickly he unlatched her leggings and tugged at them. She pulled back slightly from the kiss, watching his face as he pulled them off her. His eyes were different. They had gone from a warm, blue hue to a dark stormy grey. The desire in them was apparent. He looked at her as his hands went down onto her pale thighs once more. They were rough, calloused, yet they felt so smooth against her skin. She bit her lower lip as he gripped her thighs once more. He grinned at her, somewhat wickedly. Her eyes stayed glued to his, watching his reaction, feeding him her own as his hands ran up and down her thighs. Once more they came to her ass as he squeezed her cheeks, forcing her thin panties to lose themselves between them. He spread them, and then pushed them back together in a kneading motion as he pulled her to him.
His armor was cold, the plate heavy and thick. But even through it, she could feel his arousal. She moaned. The friction of her panties and the feel of his touch forced her wetness. Her own hands became bold as slender fingers removed his belt and unlatched his leg guards. He grinned at her, leaning in to bite at her lower lip and tug it towards him. They needed no words between them; everything was understood. He forced his lips onto hers again in a hungry kiss. She grinned, and then moaned into his mouth as her hand slipped into his leggings, fingers wrapping themselves around his shaft. He let out a groan, stifled by the kiss. Immediately his member stiffened at her touch. She pulled him out, gently, gripping the base as she felt him tug at her damp panties. He was in no mood to be gentle at this point. He jerked at the delicate fabric, tearing them off her. She gasped, pulling away from the kiss. One hand moved to the back of her neck, forcing her face towards him as he greedily kissed her once more. She spread her legs, wrapping them around him and pulling him close to her. Both of his hands moved down, clutching her ass and pulling her hips to him. She let go of his shaft, feeling it press against her wet folds. Her own moans were swallowed by the kiss. With one swift and carefully aimed thrust, he pressed himself inside her. Her cry was stifled by his lips as his tongue ravaged hers. Her walls closed snug around his length as he pushed deeper into her, holding his position there, basking in the feel of her moist warmth, his hands gripped her ass as her long slender legs kept themselves locked around him. She felt his body shudder, his kiss pausing, almost as if he was stopped himself to bathe in the feel of her sex around his. He stayed lodged deep inside her for several moments. She murmured incoherently against his lips as she tensed her muscles, squeezing his cock. A low rumble built in his chest as he growled at her. Slowly, the thrusts began. He withdrew almost completely only to glide back into her, deeply embedding himself once more. She kept her arms around his neck but let her head fall back as his pace increased. His lips latched onto her neck, kissing and licking her ashen skin. She moaned, her body taking him in time and time again, each thrust stoking her arousal as he slid in and out of her slick hole. His hand came up to grasp at her covered breast. She arched her back, wantonly grinding her clit against him as he pressed deep into her once more. He mumbled something in common. Even if she could understand it, she was already too far gone to care what was said. The mid morning’s sun got hotter as it shone down on them. The human continued to pummel into her at a steady pace until finally pulling out of her tight sex.
She looked at him, breathless, a frown on her face. Already she could feel the void, the emptiness without him. He smiled, caressing her face and leaning in for a quick kiss, before pulling her off the stone and turning her round. He unbuckled her chest piece, stripping it from her quickly. The leather landed on the grass with a small thud. A gentle hand pressed on her back as he motioned her to face the stone. She grinned, bending over, both hands gripping the rock to steady herself. He sighed blissfully as he took in her form. Seizing her hips with both hands, he bore down on her once more. She closed her eyes, letting out a moan as he sunk deep inside her all over again. This time, his pace quickened almost immediately as his hips bucked back and forth. She bit her lower lip, stifling the moans and cries as she felt him pound into her almost relentlessly. He groaned, growled and grabbed a fistful of her long dark hair, jerking her head back. He leaned over her, his teeth sinking into her shoulder while he continued his relentless assault on her pussy. One hand held her head back by the hair as the other moved over to her throat, clasping around it. She gasped, her breath trapped slightly as the pleasure within her rose to new heights. He lapped and kissed at her skin as his teeth raked over her neck and shoulder. Her eyelids fluttered and her sounds started to rouse the wildlife around them. He spoke, his voice breathless and gruff, breath broken as he pounded into her. He felt her lithe, supple body tense and he knew her moment was near. Within the next few thrusts, she scraped her fingers against the stone, crying out as the climax tore into her body. Her walls tensed, tightened and contracted against his raging shaft, milking it in her release and saturating it with her juices. His teeth sunk into her shoulder in a piercing bite as she felt him erupt inside her. His warm seed blasted against her twitching walls as she continued to moan. The pleasure of their combined release overtook her. Panting, she whimpered, pressing her face against the stone. They were both breathless, frozen in a moment in time, bathing in such delicious agony. He moved his hands around her waist, pulling her back towards him and planting small kisses on the back of her neck. His lips moved to her shoulder where he had bit her. Almost apologetically, he kissed the wound, tongue caressing the spot where he bit. She murmured softly and he gently pulled out of her to turn her to face him.
Her eyes opened as she looked at him. He smiled, warmly, exhausted. His hand cupped her cheek and she leaned her face into his touch. He nodded at her, knowing any words he said would be wasted. She smiled back, nodding. He pulled her to him, holding her there for several moments until he felt her pull back. She was conscious of her surroundings now. People were starting to come to the lake, she could hear the commotion. She pulled away from him, her ivory skin glistening in the mid morning light. Deftly she picked up her leathers and disappeared into the shadows. He frowned, the pain of her loss evident on his face. He buckled up his leggings and turned towards the town. Soft lips appeared out of nowhere. She was next to him, clothed, kissing his cheek softly before smiling and vanishing.
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