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Alterac	By : Soliloquy Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 13094 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Alterac
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Author's note: This is a commission piece - actually longer than I normally write, but I got into building the characters more and I want to continue it soon (tho not sure if it will be this month as nanowrimo is coming up)
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It was a blustery day in the valley. Alterac had never been known for its warmer climate, but today was exceptionally bitter and cold. The Horde forces charged past the Frostwolf base, making their way north to capture the Alliance bunkers and make an attempt to slay the General himself.
Darmah mounted her white hawkstrider and followed the crowd. She smoothed out her heavy robes and shivered slightly. She was used to the cold, residing primarily in Winterspring, but the sharpness of the weather around her bit right into her bones. She raised her hood over her head, the cowl giving more than enough room for her long, Sin’dorei ears.
The bird lost almost lost its footing on a few occasions and the priestess made a mental note to bring a mount more accustomed to the terrain next time she volunteered for battle in Alterac Valley. She noticed a slew of troops stop and dismount, and she did the same, swiftly tying the hawkstrider to one side and running in behind her teammates.
Her eyes scanned the area. Without hesitating, she began to do what she did best, tend to the wounds of those surrounding her. She recited a variety of incantations, watching as the light volleyed into those around her, infusing them back to relative health as they progressed against the Alliance.
The night elf roared with rage. His allies were hardly making a dent in the mass of Horde that met them head on at Tower Point. Anik scanned the hardy crowd and his eyes focused on the Sin’dorei priestess. Why wasn’t anyone attacking her? She was their lifeline. The warrior growled, his injuries starting to hinder his ability to fight effectively. He looked towards his healer but she was nowhere to be seen, most likely fallen victim to the Horde. He frowned and noticed more and more of his teammates fall. He wasn’t about to follow suit. Quickly he melded into the shadows, waiting until the onslaught was over.
Darmah wiped her brow. She was spent, exhausted. The crowd was starting to move again but she needed a bit of time to recuperate. All of the Alliance troops had been defeated. She sat and watched as her colleagues mounted up and headed off. Rummaging through her bags, she pulled out a flask of cold tea and began to sip from it.
The warrior peered through the shadows. They had all gone. He quickly morphed out, and then noticed her. His eyes narrowed at the sight of her. Had she been left behind alone? If so, they were truly idiots. But this was his chance to turn the tide of the battle.
She was weak, he could tell. But if he left her anymore time, she would regain her strength and be harder to take out. He charged out of his spot directly at her.
Darmah gasped, as her flask fell from her hands onto the ground. She had hardly had enough time to recuperate and was now faced with the threat of this Kaldorei warrior. She tried to scream but before she knew it, what was snowy white all around her, suddenly went black.
Anik caught the priestess as she fell, unconscious. It hadn’t taken much to subdue her, in her state. He flung her over his shoulder with ease, quickly running over to her hawkstrider and mounting it. The bird hissed at the foreigner and the warrior gave it a swift kick in the ribs, urging it onwards.
The ride was bumpy. The hawkstrider wasn’t used to the weight of the night elf, let alone both passengers and Anik most certainly had never ridden such a strange creature before. But he successfully veered it towards one of the many caves that lined the southern perimeter of the valley.
He pulled the reins sharply as they approached the slightly veiled entrance to one of the various southern caves. Keeping his firm grip on the priestess, he dismounted, leaving the bird outside.
The snow crunched under his feet as he made his way in. The place was abandoned, and only a touch warmer than outside, but it had depth to it. Pressing in, he ventured further into the grotto. He could feel the priestess start to stir over his shoulder. She muttered incoherently. The warrior carefully set her down, seated against a large rock.
Gathering whatever he could find at hand, Anik made a small fire. The cavern soon lit up as the warmth started to lap at his exposed skin. He placed his large hands, armored palms facing the flames as he watched the blood elf rouse.
Darmah rubbed her eyes, taking in the scene around her. She felt the heat from the fire and looked at the night elf. Her body ached from the earlier blow and the cold around her. She groaned, sitting upright.
Anik’s eyes washed over her. She was a small creature compared to him. But her form was generous, the frostweave robe hugging her ample curves. Dark auburn hair fell over her shoulders, somewhat messy from the ride over. The warrior was suddenly overcome with an urgent arousal at the sight of her. His golden eyes shifted hue somewhat as he watched her.
Her eyes met his. Apprehension lurked in their emerald depths as her mind raced, trying to assess the situation. She could feel her heart pound in her chest. She was still spent, and her body sore. What did the night elf plan to do with her? Unease began to transform into slight dread as she noticed their surroundings. Slowly she started to get up, ignoring the throbbing pain that almost flooded her senses.
The warrior furrowed his brow as he saw her move. He shook his head diligently. Darmah knew this was her only chance. She was depleted; her magic would be of little to no use to her. She attempted to rush to the side, in a vain attempt to escape him.
He was too quick for her. He darted in her direction, swiftly clamping his plated hand over her diminutive wrist. Anik pulled the priestess to him, his grip forceful and unrelenting. She glared at him, struggling in a futile attempt to get free. His other hand came up to her face, the plated finger tracing the outline. Her skin was pale, almost as ashen as the snow. He frowned, the armored gauntlet preventing him from absorbing the true texture of her skin. But he knew if he released her in order to remove his gloves, she would make a run for it.
Darmah stared at the warrior. Her heart was caught in her throat. His grip on her wrist was unyielding. Try as she might, there was no way to get out of it. She looked up at him, searching his eyes for some sort of meaning to all this.
The night elf towered over her, seizing her small wrist. His eyes were intent as they bore into her. He shook his head once more. Her eyes pleaded with him.
“Please, just let me go.” She implored him. He furrowed his brow. Her words made no sense to him. She frowned, knowing full well he didn’t understand her. She stopped struggling in an attempt to show him. “Please…” She said again.
He watched her for the longest time. The melody of her voice was soothing, it seemed to calm his earlier anger, even though he continued to strive and maintain it. Slowly his resentment toward her began to fade and the warrior noticed she had stopped struggling. He maintained his firm grip on her wrist, regardless. Her body language was somewhat pliant, her voice even more so. He shook his head at her, his look stern but not threatening. She nodded at him, as if she understood she should be still.
Slowly, the warrior unclasped his fingers from her wrist. The priestess brought her other hand to it and rubbed it. She kept her eyes on the night elf, remaining motionless, her only movement a slight trembling from the cold.
The Kaldorei watched her as he removed his gauntlets. He brought his bare hand up to her face once more. Her skin was as soft as he imagined. Darmah pulled back at his touch, unsure, her face somewhat confused. She shook frowned.
“Please. I just want to go.” She said in a hushed tone. He knew she was pleading with him, but his senses were overwhelmed by this creature before him. He shook his head yet again, moving closer to her small form.
His hand smoothed over her dark hair as his expression softened. He had the incredible urge to inspect every facet of her. His golden eyes set on her intently, in an almost predatory, yet possessive way.
Darmah looked back up at him. She was confused, not to mention still weak and exhausted. She didn’t move back when his hand came up to run over her hair. The gesture seemed to warm her, even though the night elf before her was her sworn enemy. She remained tranquil, watching him, the apprehension in her eyes slowly turning to curiosity.
He recognized the inquisitiveness in her gaze. His hand came down to her shoulder, then slowly moved to her neck. He wrapped his solid fingers around it slowly. The act itself would be considered intimidating, but Darmah surprisingly felt no need to panic. He effortlessly gripped her neck, his thumb running up and down her throat. Her bottom lip trembled slightly and the motion did not go unnoticed. Anik smiled slowly. She was so delicate, so fragile in his grasp. He could easily snap her neck and kill her there and then. But that was not his plan. The Kaldorei was not only intrigued by the priestess, he was also rather captivated by her. He continued to stroke the skin on her neck with his thumb and the priestess felt herself let out a small moan.
The warrior’s ears perked at the noise. He canted his head to the side and his half-smile morphed into a smirk. Was the little Sin’dorei enjoying this?
Darmah’s eyes flared slightly at the sound that emanated from her lips. Colour crept into her cheeks as she felt a slight shame suddenly take her over. A few minutes ago, she had been afraid of the Kaldorei who had callously stolen her from the battlefield. But now? She could not deny the deep, brewing arousal that began to stir within her. The priestess furrowed her brow at her feelings as she tried to reason with herself. The warrior before her was nothing but a brute. There was a reason he was the enemy. But even with all the logic presented before her, she could not shake the feelings that had started to take her over. Her eyes remained locked on his. If she couldn’t fight the reprehensible sensations, then she would at least endeavour to keep them well hidden.
Anik tensed his grip around the priestess’s neck. He heard her gasp slightly, the sound music to his ears. He could still see the flush in her cheeks. He leaned in, nuzzling her neck and taking a deep breath, inhaling her scent. Closing his eyes he let out a low growl. His other hand came up boldly and squeezed her full breast through her robes. Darmah whimpered in protest, even though the act only caused her illicit thrill to intensify. She felt her nipple harden in his grasp and wondered if he could sense it under the heavy fabric of the robes. She could feel his lips on her neck curl into a smirk. The warrior had indeed discovered the betraying nub. He ran his thumb over it, causing it to stiffen further. She cursed herself inwardly and tried to pull back in a futile attempt to deny her arousal.
The night elf growled once more at her as he felt her tug back. The hand on her breast went to her arm as he pulled her to him again. He would not be deprived of this delectable treat. He dragged her over to the rock, this time moving both hands under her arms and hoisting her up to sit on it, an effortless action on his part.
Darmah’s gaze was intent on the warrior. She trembled slightly as he placed her upon the stone, more from the arousal simmering insider her than from the cold that surrounded them. Anik’s strong hands traveled down her form, lingering at her breasts, until finally they arrived at her hips. He gripped them, pulling her closer to him, forcing her rear to teeter on the edge of the rock. She gasped, her eyes still fixed on him. His fingers worked the fabric of her robe, slowly hitching it up, revealing her bare, pale legs. The priestess’s eyes widened as her breathing became slightly uneven. The anticipation of what the night elf would do next was gnawing at her.
A slow smirk tugged at the corner’s of the warrior’s mouth. He broke his gaze from the blood elf momentarily, his eyes drinking in her exposed legs. He moved his hands from the bunched up material at hips, grazing them over her bare thighs. Her skin was soft, warm still, even though the frosty air of the cave had begun to lap at them. The growl stirred in his throat as he leaned in closer to her, his solid hands still running up and down her thighs. He placed his lips on her neck, nipping at the flesh. He heard the low moans escape her lips then she let out gasp of surprise. The warrior furrowed his brow at the unexpected sound, and then heard the voice from behind him.
“I didn’t think any of us had survived,” The human spoke. He eyed the scene with a nefarious glint in his eye, “Looks like you’ve got yourself quite the prisoner there. When do I get my turn?” Anik spun around at the sound of the voice, looking at the person, noticing his ally. The human stood just over six foot tall, dressed in dark leathers: a rogue. No wonder the man had come upon them without warning. The warrior quirked a brow, his face standoffish, yet inside he was seething.
“Several fell at Tower Point,” he said plainly, his eyes were cold. “As for taking turns, you should find your own hostage, rogue.”
“But I want this one,” sneered the human, moving closer to the pair. His eyes scanned Darmah’s curvaceous form, lingering on her exposed legs as he licked his lips. She winced at the sight of him. “C’mon. We can take her at the same time even. Break the bitch in then toss her body near Frostwolf. That will get our message across.” Anik’s gaze remained detached, even though the rage within him stirred at the rogue’s words. He wasn’t about to share his delicacy, let alone have her used body thrown out like trash. His eyes washed over the human.
Darmah watched from the rock. She was frozen in place, her body trembling slightly in trepidation. She couldn’t understand what they were saying, but she had a bad feeling about it all, merely by way the human was ogling at her.
“Why don’t you look elsewhere,” Anik repeated, slowly. His body became tense as he watched the rogue move closer.
“Not sure if you’ve looked around elfie. The pickings to be had are quite slim,” The human responded. He eyeballed Darmah once more. “Plus I ain’t ever seen a blood elf this fine before.” He went to move his leathered hand to her thigh, but before he could make contact, Anik’s hand had gripped the human’s arm. The rogue scowled at him and went for his daggers. The warrior’s free arm was already on the hilt of his sword. He pummeled the human back with ease. The rogue growled, “I’ll have you hung for this, you traitorous dog!”
“That’s assuming you make it back to actually tell anyone,” The warrior snarled and with a swift motion, he unsheathed his sword and thrust it firmly through the human. Darmah let out a small cry as she watched the scene unfold. She was familiar with the gruesome nature of battle, but this was the first time she had witnessed something like this. The rogue’s body jerked, and then as the warrior withdrew his sword, the human slumped over and fell to the ground, his blood slowly seeping from the wound at his abdomen and staining the frosted ground beneath them.
The warrior turned back to look at the priestess. His eyes were still somewhat aloof. He cast his sword to the side. He knew what he had done was wrong, punishable to the full extent of his laws. She knew this too. She sat, motionless, watching the night elf.
“It was him or you,” Anik said frankly to her, knowing full well she wouldn’t understand. But Darmah knew, even if the words made no sense. She nodded, slowly, watching the warrior. Even as his captive, she suddenly felt somewhat secure.
The warrior’s gaze shifted to the dead human, then back to the priestess. His eyes were steady as they roamed her form. He inhaled deeply, the arousal still tugging at him. He seemed hesitant to act on it; in the short time they had been in the cave, his feelings for the priestess had deepened. But he couldn’t deny what was brewing inside him. With almost apologetic eyes, he moved closer to the blood elf, placing his hands squarely on her thighs.
Darmah held her breath as she felt the warrior’s strong hands on her legs. She knew what was to come. She had an idea of it from the moment she regained consciousness and found herself in this cave. How she dreaded it at that very moment. But now? She would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t want it. She swallowed hard as she watched the warrior.
Anik’s hands traveled up the length of her milky thighs, pushing the thick fabric of her robes higher and higher until his thumbs came upon the sheer material of her panties. Languidly, his thumbs rubbed along the edges of the clothed ‘V’ of her already heated sex. Darmah let out a whimper, shivering from the pleasure such a simple gesture brought her. The warrior leaned in, nuzzling her neck as his thumbs continued their teasing, tracing the outline of her nether, and then rubbing lightly over her covered clit. He seemed to purr along her neckline, tongue darting out to taste the flesh as his teeth would take the occasional nip at it. The priestess’s whimpers turned to moans and she found herself pressing against him, back arched shamelessly. Her hands came up and found their way to the nape of his neck, threading through his long, dark locks as she held his head to her neck.
The warrior growled against her skin, the reverberation sending chills down her spine. His thumbs pressed into the crevice of her utmost upper thighs, slipping into the diaphanous panties and feeling her heat firsthand. He rubbed her nether lips; spreading them slightly as her moisture coated his fingers. The priestess moaned louder, her fingers gripping his head as she pressed herself closer to him. Anik breathed heavily against her neck and earlobe, his bulge pressing against the plate leggings. The desire within him was becoming unbearable. With a swift motion, he moved his hands back over the curve of her full ass and under her thighs, pushing her legs up.
Darmah gasped, trying to steady herself as the warrior forced her legs back. She felt the thin cloth of her panties slip in between her ass cheeks and blushed somewhat. Anik kept his palms flat on the back of her thighs, keeping them steady and spreading her legs a bit. He grinned when he saw the fabric disappear between her cheeks. He bent over in front of her, one hand moving from her thigh, down, tracing the outline of her panties, then pulling them to one side and exposing her damp sex. She whimpered, feeling the cold air hit her sodden folds. The warrior’s eyes looked up at her as he swiftly pressed his lips to her nether. The priestess’s eyelids fluttered as she moaned once more. Anik growled against her pussy, darting his tongue out to taste the Sin’dorei. He shut his eyes as he began to lap at her folds, hungrily. His tongue traveled the length of her slit, lingering on her clit as he took the small nub into his mouth, suckling and nibbling it. Darmah shuddered with delight, feeling small shocks of pleasure start to course through her. The moans spilled from her lips, ricocheting off the walls of the cave. No longer was the priestess cold; the heat within her core began to spread, mingling with the waves of pleasure that had begun to make their way through her. She kept her legs up, spread, unabashedly exposed as the night elf continued to feast eagerly on her sex. He traced the entrance with his finger, and then slowly slid it into her quim. Her moan was deep, as her walls wrapped tight around his digit. He grinned against her clit, still languidly licking it as he thrust another finger in to join the first. She was tight. He knew she would be hard pressed to accept him fully. He felt his bulge press impatiently against his armor, to the point that it was almost becoming painful. He groaned against her clit, his fingers gliding in and out, slowly. For several minutes he continued to finger her, playing her like a fine instrument, her moans a slow crescendo, gradually filling the cave.
Reluctantly, Anik peeled himself away from her nether. His fingers slowly slid out, glistening with her juices. Darmah whimpered slightly as she watched him stand to full height again. The warrior kept his eyes locked firmly on hers, his hands moving to his belt and swiftly unbuckling it. It dropped to the cold ground with an audible thud. The priestess’s chest rose and fell with baited breath, observing him with heightened anticipation. The temperature around her was starting to creep in on her again and she felt her skin tingle as the heat from her core fused with the cold of the cave.
The night elf’s fingers swiftly unlatched his plate leggings. Slipping a strong hand in, he pulled his already rigid member out. Darmah’s eyes left his as they traveled down. She looked over him, swallowing hard. His length was relative to his size, but to her it was rather considerable. She met his gaze once more and in her eyes there was apprehension. A hint of a smile formed on the warrior’s lips. His fingers wrapped around the base of his cock as he moved closer to the priestess. His other hand came up to her face, a finger pressed against her lips in a soothing manner. He leaned in, following his finger and kissed the Sin’dorei softly. She shut her eyes, feeling his lips on hers, tasting herself in the kiss that soon began to deepen. He stole his tongue into her yielding mouth, moving his shaft closer to her so it pressed against her drenched petals. She felt a moan escape from her mouth into his. Her eyelids fluttered, and she wantonly pressed her nether against his encroaching sex. He moved both hands to the back of her small neck, leaving his cock free and erect against her. She lost herself in the kiss as she felt his immense length nestle in amongst her folds, rubbing along her wet slit. Boldly, she wrapped her legs around him. His hands traveled down her back, following the curve of her ass as he gripped both cheeks with ease. Anik broke from the kiss, his eyelids heavy as he gazed into the priestess’s eyes. He clutched her rear, lifting her slightly as he positioned his hips, letting the head of his cock find her snug entrance.
Darmah’s breathing was shallow as her eyes remained locked on the Kaldorei. She felt the tip of his shaft force against her slit and held her breath in anticipation. A slow smile tugged at the corners of the warrior’s mouth as he thrust slowly up, pushing past her slick folds, making his way, inch by inch, into her tight pussy. Each press into her brought a groan from his lips. She whimpered, and then began to moan as she felt him slowly enter her. She shut her eyes as the pain suddenly began to overwhelm her. He stretched her taut around his ample girth. Anik, upon noticing the priestess’s raw reaction, brought his hands from her lush rear to the small of her back. One hand remained there, caressing it softly as the other moved forward, tilting her head up and pressing his lips against hers once more.
The kiss was deep and the priestess felt her senses reel from the pain and pleasure she was experiencing. The warrior would pull away from the kiss only to tug at her lower lip with his teeth. His groans and growls were steady, and as he finally found his way completely inside her, he was overwhelmed with how tight she was around him. He let out a gasp, his mouth falling to the side of her face, breath heated against her skin.
Darmah wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as she felt his length throb deep inside her. His cock had pressed into her, forcing its way shamelessly past the entrance to her womb, to fill her so completely. His warm breath on her cheek helped soothe the pain as she began to focus on the pleasure. Slowly the warrior pulled his hips back, sliding out of her halfway, and then gradually he forced himself in again, thus establishing his initial pace. They seemed to huddle together, rocking gently back and forth in unison as he also became accustomed to her small, tight body. Anik’s hips would start to buck slightly quicker as he felt her start to adapt to his large girth.
She leisurely moved her arms off his neck, and placing a hand either side of her, palms flat on the rock, she leaned back slightly. She watched him, her eyes simmering with an intense desire. His hands roamed to her thighs, pushing them back even more. He looked down, watching himself slide in and out, his massive length glistening with her juices. The sight alone caused him to groan, as he felt an immense pleasure wash over him. Darmah leaned back on her elbows, changing the angle as she let him press her legs even further back, basking in the feel of his cock gliding against the anterior wall of her tight cunt. She tilted her head back, letting the throaty moans spill freely from her lips. No longer was the temperature of the cave an issue, not when she was so audaciously enrapt by the lust that was starting to gradually consume her. Her eyelids fluttered as she felt him push up into her so deep. His pace not only quickened, but his thrusts became sharper, each one forcing a small cry from her lips.
Anik looked over the priestess’s supple form. The sight itself was a feast to his senses. With every urgent thrust in, he saw her flawless, pale skin undulate. He groaned, heady with longing for the Sin’dorei. He let his eyes roam up from where they were joined, over the bodice of her robes. His gaze remained focused there as he thrust in, jagged and deep. Letting his hands follow his eyes, he traced a line up over her bodice, in between her supple breasts. Both hands met at the collar, fingers hooking in between the fabric and her skin. She watched him intently, biting her lower lip as he continued to pummel in and out of her. With one swift, strong motion, Anik ripped the bodice of the robe in two. Darmah let out a gasp, her ample breasts spilling out, nipples hardening even more as they collided with the cold air of the cave. The warrior grinned darkly, both large hands immediately gripping the fleshy orbs as he continued to fuck the priestess relentlessly. As full as her breast were for her size, his hands easily encapsulated them. He squeezed them, kneading urgently as he continued to glide in and out of her small pussy. She moaned, keeping her legs up and back. Her body was alight with pleasure, every stroke massaging her senses into a slow frenzy of unbridled lust. He drank in her form, watching her back arch, legs up and spread, wantonly; all done out of compliance, and not force.
Anik leaned down, his lips encircling a hard nipple as he suckled it. The priestess arched her back more, forcing the breast against his mouth. She moaned and whimpered, her skin warm, somewhat flushed as the pleasure continued to soar within her. The warrior growled against her breast, his teeth clamping down on the nipple and tugging it ruthlessly. She continued to whimper, almost mewling as he teased the nub with his eager mouth. His eyelids were heavy, as if he was under a sort of spell. He moved his mouth from her nipple, it glistened momentarily with his saliva, and then the cold air whipped it dry.
He pulled himself back from her breasts, standing straight once more. With one thrust, he kept his cock deeply embedded within her. Her eyes were glued to his as she seemed to hold her breath for that instant. He looked at her intently, his finger once again moving up to her lips as if to soothe her. Darmah furrowed her brow, somewhat perplexed, feeling stretched tight around his girth. Her breathing came in shallow breaths as she waited and watched. Slowly Anik pulled himself out of her, his cock upright and rigid as he rubbed it against her folds. It shimmered with her juices, and her warmth lingered on it, even with the temperature of the air around them.
He continued to nestle it within her nether lips, then shifted his hips down slightly and pressed the head of it against her puckered hole. The priestess gasped, her eyes still locked on his. Again his finger pressed against her lips as he smiled reassuringly. She swallowed hard and nodded, her entire being consumed with lust for this warrior before her. He grinned, the finger on her lip trailing down over her chin, neck and finding a hard nipple. He tweaked it teasingly as he began to push his cock into her tight ass.
Darmah bit her lower lip. She could feel herself slowly open up to accept his rigid length, but she knew this would be much more painful than before. The sensation of him squeezing her nipple seemed to focus her attention on the pleasure at that one pivotal point on her body. Her breathing became jagged as she felt him press more and more of his cock into her rear.
Anik was purposely slow in forcing his length through her tight hole. He gasped and groaned, the tautness almost choking his cock. He felt the priestess tense as he got halfway in, a short cry escaping her lips. He moved into her, pressing his mouth against hers in a deep kiss, the hand on her breast cupping it and molding it firmly. He pulled out, and then slid back in. Darmah moaned into the kiss, her senses reeling from the pain, yet lapping up the sudden exquisite pleasure she felt. With each stroke back in, he pushed another inch of himself, until finally he was buried deep in her ass. Cock hilted, he remained there, breaking from the kiss and panting heavily against her lips. His head fell forward as he felt her ass grip his cock tight.
The priestess felt her heart get caught in her throat as he pushed his cock entirely into her ass. Her eyelids fluttered as she felt him remain there, breath warm against her lips. The pain was almost unbearable, save for the flicker of pleasure that teased her senses. She relaxed somewhat, losing herself in the moment. She felt the warrior stir, his head dipping down to her neck as he kissed and lapped at her pliant flesh. He groaned and growled and she could feel him start to pull out, and then slowly push his way back in. His thrusts were slow as he let the priestess become accustomed to his size. Darmah moaned and whimpered, the pain slowly dissipating. She kept her legs up, but her arms had come around the night elf’s neck once more. He remained with his face buried in her neck as he feasted on it, his hips driving in quicker with each passing moment. Her chest rose and fell with each jagged breath as she could feel herself get wetter and wetter as he penetrated her tight rear.
Anik panted against her neck, his whole body overwhelmed with pleasure as he slid in and out of her tight hole. The hand that had manipulated her breast made its way down, gliding over her stomach and down to her exposed sex. His fingers traced her slit, and he marveled at how wet she had become. Darmah moaned, moving her arms from his neck and leaning back on her elbows once more. The warrior, noticing this, leaned back slightly to get a better view. The sight of his long, thick cock sliding in and out of her tight rosebud stirred his arousal something fierce. He continued to tease her pussy with his fingers. The priestess’s gaze wandered down, then back up at him. Her body writhed in pleasure as her moans became louder, throaty. He moved his eye back up to hers, conveying a shared lust that threatened to drown them both. Slowly he slipped a finger inside her drenched cunt and watched with a grin as she let out a cry. Her body was so tight around him, and the desire to fill her completely was driving him mad. He slid his finger in and out of her slick hole, in perfect sync with his cock thrusting in and out of her snug ass.
Darmah felt her eyes roll back as he continued to stuff his thick cock into her backside. She felt a jolt of pleasure pierce her as his finger pressed into her wet slit. She bucked against the assault, her body bathed in utter bliss, writhing wantonly before him, as she felt her arousal start to peak. Anik noticed this and grinned darkly. His free hand came up to her neck, thumb caressing her throat as he had done earlier. His eyes were locked with hers, the intensity within them deep. He moved his hand further up still, cupping the side of her face as his thumb traced the outline of her lips. She stared at him, transfixed, intoxicated by the warrior. Her body trembled, and she parted her lips, feeling his thumb around them.
The warrior pressed his thumb into her mouth and she took it in greedily. She wrapped her lips around it, suckling the digit eagerly as she continued to buck towards his thrusts. Her moans were stifled, and she could sense her moment approaching.
Anik’s senses began to reel as he invaded every orifice she had to offer. Her warm, moist mouth milked his thumb fervently and her tight cunt and ass were snug and inviting around his finger and cock. His pace quickened and he added yet another finger to her soaked quim, and the priestess cried out against his thumb as she felt herself stretched even further. The warrior’s hips began to move at an almost frenzied pace as he thrust himself deeper and deeper into her. Darmah’s body tensed and she knew she was at the precipice of release. He knew this too and watched as her body undulated before him. She tensed suddenly, as if time was frozen in that exact moment. The priestess let out a shrill cry as she felt herself fall into the vortex of orgasm. The heat within her core spilled out, sending wave after wave of pleasure that swept over her entire being. Her pussy and ass tightened against him, milking him and urging his own climax. Anik groaned, the siphoning sensation unbearable. He let out a roar, thrusting deep into her ass, his cock erupting and blasting his seed against her walls. He slowly pulled his thumb from her mouth as he collapsed onto her, lips pressed against hers in a feverish kiss. The priestess brought her arms up and around his neck, pulling him closer to her as she met the kiss passionately.
Their lips were locked for several minutes, and both bodies slowly calmed, still slightly trembling against one another. The warrior gradually pulled his lips away, cupping the side of her face as he gazed into her half-lidded eyes. Darmah watched him intently, her skin flushed with afterglow as she felt the last few remnants of her release dissipate within her. She brought her hand up to mimic his, her small palm resting against his cheek. He turned his face to kiss it and then smiled at her. She led his hand down from her face to her chest, pressing it flat against her.
“I will find you again,” He said to her. She tilted her head to the side with a perplexed look on her face, “Even if you don’t understand.” He sighed and reluctantly pulled himself out of her, latching up his leggings. He looked over her tattered robes with a frown. She smiled at him reassuringly, pulling her robes together to cover herself. He leaned in to kiss her once more, and then froze suddenly as he heard noises coming from the entrance of the cave. Darmah’s ears perked, apprehension etched on her face. She heard familiar words in Orcish and looked at the warrior, the trepidation turning into fear for his safety.
She slipped off the rock and walked towards the voices, knowing full well if they found the warrior, they would kill him. She clutched her robes together with shaky hands as she was suddenly face to face with several Horde soldiers. They looked at her with relief painted on their faces.
“We’ve been looking everywhere for you! What-” their eyes scanned the room and took in the corpse of the rogue. “What happened here?” Darmah furtively glanced behind her. The warrior was nowhere to be seen. Had he melded into the shadows? Darmah’s heart got caught in her throat as she turned to the soldiers.
“The human took me hostage after the battle at Tower Point. There was a struggle but I managed to overpower him eventually.” She explained to them, her own words unconvincing. Her allies didn’t seem to notice the blatant lie, they were more allayed that the healer had been found alive and relatively unharmed. A paladin stepped forward, wrapping his cloak around her.
“Let’s get you back to the camp. Night is coming and you need to be checked over to make sure you’re alright.” The blood elf put his arm around the priestess and began to lead her out of the cave. Darmah frowned, looking back to where the warrior had been. She saw nothing. Her expression was mixed. Her mind was at ease that they had not found the him, but she was also saddened.
Anik stood, frozen, melded in the shadows as he watched the male Sin’dorei wrap his cloak around the priestess. He clenched his jaw, a lash of jealousy suddenly hitting. He knew they were just trying to help her, get her to safety. He knew this was best for her, for now. He wanted to reach out to her as she left the cave. He saw her looking back at him, and his instinct was to snatch her away again. But he knew that would mean his ultimate end.
He would bide his time for now.
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