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Paladin's Requiem	By : Xervexagon Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 2534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He couldn’t sleep. Thoughts were racing through his head, memories of the day that just passed. The young Priest bringing Gidwin’s prayer book to him. Looking over EVERY inch of the Plaguewood for him, only to find him chained to a torture table in a Scourge slaughterhouse. After defeating the banshee scum that held him captive, and watching him dance on the table like a complete fool, did Tarenar relax. But, one thought kept crossing his mind. ‘This could happen again.’ He kept thinking. “I have to tell him. And he will be mine.” He said to himself quietly. He looked over to see Fiona sleeping soundly in the caravan. He then saw Gidwin sleeping with his prayer book draped over his bare chest under a tree not too terribly far away. But far enough so that Fiona wouldn‘t hear a thing. A tingling heat raced through his back as he walked over to Gidwin, the Scotsman sleeping restfully as Tarenar slowly lifted the prayer book off his chest. He lightly shook Gidwin, a plan hatching in his head on how he was going to play it all out so that he could tell Gidwin then mate him with no catches. The sleeping Paladin stirred to the waking world. ‘Let the night begin.’

“Wha…? Tarenar? What’s wrong?” He said, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “I… I had a nightmare, Giddy… It was about… What happened earlier…” The Blood Elf said, trying to look as pitiful and scared as possible, his long ears laying back as he made himself shake. The Dwarf just smirked and opened his arms to his old friend, who laid down in his arms, letting himself relax slowly as Gidwin started stroking and running his fingers through the Blood Elf’s hair. “Quiet, Tarenar… I’m alright, lad, nothing’s gonna get me… I’m safe now, it’s not going to happen again…” Gidwin said, but that’s all it took for Tarenar to keep this going. “You don’t know that, Giddy… You just don’t fucking know that!” He said, raising up off the ground, tears glistening in his eyes.

“Whoa, Tarenar, calm down… Is this about me getting kidnapped, or something else…? What’s got you so worked up?” The Scottish Paladin said, trying to search Tarenar’s frantic eyes for answers. “It’s about you getting kidnapped, and just… JUST YOU! How you seem to get angry at the dumbest fucking things, how you always demand to sit in the front seat of the caravan, how you’re obsessed with that book… Just you, Gidwin… You, you, you!!!” Tarenar said, breaking out into true tears now, his body shaking with sobs of every emotion.

Gidwin sat there, completely silent as Tarenar ranted on, unsure of what to think. “What I’m trying to say is, Giddy, that I love you. I love you like a friend, another man, shouldn’t!!! The things I want to do to you… What I want you to do to me… Those things should be done with a woman, not another man… But I can’t help it, I don’t want anyone but you…” Tarenar said, finally quieting down so Gidwin could talk. “I… I love you too, Tarenar…” That’s all Tarenar needed. He suddenly looked at Gidwin with hungry eyes. The eyes of a starving predator. “Take your armor off, Giddy.” The Blood Elf said, his chest rising and falling profoundly.

“W-What?!” The Dwarf said, yipping as Tarenar did it himself. Both men were laying there, naked. Tarenar was rested in between Gidwin’s legs, his hands pinning the smaller one’s hands to the ground lightly as he kissed the other. The Scotsman shook slightly as Tarenar explored his small body, only to nearly cry out when a moist heat engulfed his throbbing member. His hips willingly pistoned into the mouth around him, whimpering when it was gone a moment later. Suddenly, he was flipped onto his stomach, writhing and moaning as his hole was explored by Tarenar’s tongue. Gidwin was crying in sheer pleasure, shaking, as Tarenar came up and held him close and his soon-to-be mate mounted him.

The Blood Elf turned around and searched through his bag for something, finding a lesser healing potion that he looted earlier in the day when he had vague thoughts about doing all this to Gidwin. He slicked his finger with it, only to freeze when he heard Gidwin whimper. “Giddy… Calm down, I’ll be gentle with you… I’ve never done this myself, I never saw the point… Until today… I don’t want any other man or woman touching you this way, just me and me alone.” He spoke gently in the Dwarf’s ear as he slowly pushed his finger inside him. The Scottish Paladin moaned in ecstasy as the Blood Elf thrusted his finger in and out of him, his hips moving back to meet Tarenar’s menstruations. “Ah… Gidwin, you’re so tight around my finger… I can’t wait for it to be my cock, it’s weeping for you.” Tarenar said, smiling brightly as he heard Gidwin cry out.

Gidwin saw stars, his body arching on it’s own. “Tarenar…! What are you doing to me…?!” He said, his body tensing up in fright and pleasure. “Massaging your prostate Gidwin. I’m going to mate you, then you can mate me. I can’t risk losing you again without doing this to you…” The Blood Elf said, slicking his member with the healing potion and positioning himself at Gidwin’s entrance, holding the frightened Dwarf close as he pushed into the winter-toughened body below him.

Gidwin cried out as Tarenar pushed in to the hilt, shaking as his body stretched around the throbbing Blood Elf. Tarenar held completely still, he dared not move lest he cause Gidwin even more pain. Only when the Dwarf relaxed his body did he begin bucking his hips against him, a slow and gentle rocking motion to get his lover used to the feeling of him there. Finally, he gave a full thrust, slow and gentle. “Ah! Tarenar, keep going!” The Dwarf screamed, rocking his own body in time with his Blood Elf lover, the two gasping and moaning. Tarenar was in sheer heaven. The supple, hot body below him was driving him to the brink of release, the edge of that cliff slowly getting closer. Then, without warning, Gidwin fell over, tumbling into the white heat of orgasm. Not long after, Tarenar fell fast, pounding into the Dwarf and nearly snarling as he did so, his fangs gleaming in the light of the moon. They laid together, one on top of another as their orgasms burned out, Tarenar grinding lightly as the last of the throbbing died down. He then pulled out of Gidwin, rolled him over, sat them up, and held him close, stroking the Dwarf’s thick mane of hair.

Once they calmed down, they looked into each other’s eyes and shared a gentle kiss before setting off to a nearby hot spring. After they walked in and got comfortable, Tarenar started bathing Gidwin. His gentle, sun-touched, hands massaging a sandalwood-scented shampoo from his native homeland of Eversong Woods into the Dwarf’s scalp. “I like to be ridden.” Gidwin said softly. “What was that, Giddy?” “I like to be ridden. I like laying on my back while someone rides me. It’s a bit easier on my back and it gets me goin’ real good.” The Scotsman said, a light pink tint coming to his cheeks as Tarenar rinsed out his hair and beard. He about jumped out of his skin when he heard this. “Wow, Giddy… That’s… Really hot, to be honest. I can’t wait to feel it.” “Aye, if you keep bathin’ me, it won’t be long ‘til ya can.” Gidwin said, smirking slightly. “You cheeky little bastard!” Tarenar laughed as he began to bathe the Dwarf, watching his cock closely as it began to harden yet again.

Before he knew what was going on, they were out of the spring. Gidwin was sucking Tarenar off as the Blood Elf moaned softly, watching his childhood friend bob his head up and down his throbbing shaft. “Ah… Mmm, Giddy, that’s so good…” He said, his hand tangling in The Dwarf’s thick, golden locks. His eyes opened up wide as his back arched. “AHH! ANAR’ALAH BELORE!!!” He screamed in his native tongue of Thalassian as he felt The Dwarf’s teeth graze the sensitive skin on his cock. Gidwin just moaned and smiled as he got a mouthful of Tarenar’s precum.

The Dwarf suddenly looked up at the shuddering Elf with a devious look in his eye. “How do you say “daddy” in Thalassian?” He said, lazily stroking Tarenar’s cock. He moaned low in his throat as he caught on to Gidwin’s plan. And he liked it. “It’s Ann’Da.” The Blood Elf said, writhing slightly. “Mmm, it even sounds hot. Why don’t you call me that for a while as I prepare you?” The Scottish Paladin said, smirking as Tarenar’s breath hitched. “Oh… Oh, Ann’Da… Mmm, I need you inside me… Ann’Da, I’ve been a bad boy, I need to be punished…!” He said, whimpering like he was in heat. Gidwin just about came right there. “What did you do, Tarenar?” He said, going along with the charade. “I let a Night Elf fuck me.” He said, trying to not laugh. Gidwin smirked. “Oh, that is bad. Maybe you should ride Ann’Da’s cock for a while, huh? It’ll teach you a lesson, now won’t it?” The Scotsman said, spanking Tarenar lightly for added effect. The Blood Elf moaned as Gidwin rolled them over. He didn’t waste anymore time as he slid Gidwin’s cock inside him without preparation. They both shouted as Tarenar started riding the Scottish Paladin rough and hard. “Yeah, you like riding your Ann’Da’s cock, don’t you, Tarenar? You’re such a naughty Blood Elf.” Gidwin said as Tarenar repeated ’Ann’Da’ over and over in pleasure, his cock bouncing as he rode his mate. The Blood Elf Paladin suddenly cried out. “Please let me cum, Ann’Da, I’m so close!!!” He said, whimpering and even crying a little. “Mmm, cum for me, Tarenar. Cum for your Ann’Da.” He said, stroking Tarenar gently, bringing him down so he can lean on his shoulder. “That’s right, cum for your Ann’Da. Mmm, there you go, that’s a good boy.” He said as The Blood Elf came hard on his chest and abdomen, the pulsing around his cock making him cum soon after. “I love you Gidwin. That’s why I did this to you tonight. Seeing you in that slaughterhouse made me realize just how much I truly love you.” Tarenar said, holding his mate close as Gidwin ran his fingers through Tarenar’s hair. “I love you, too, Tarenar. I’ll try to be less hot-headed about things. I don’t want a repeat of today…” He said, chuckling suddenly. “What’s so funny, Giddy?” “We need another bath!” Both of them busted up laughing.

It was about sunrise when they walked back, Tarenar carrying a sleeping Gidwin on his back as he saw Fiona stepping out of the caravan in the morning light. “Hmm? Tarenar, where did you and Gidwin go?” She said, completely oblivious. “We went to a hot spring to relax and he fell asleep. I can show you where it is if you want to unwind. We’ll stay back here so you can have your privacy.” He said, acting like absolutely nothing intimate just happened between him and the other male. ‘I think we should wait to tell her. I don’t want to scare the poor Worgen, she’s our only ride and means of food!’ He thought, chuckling to himself quietly as she left for a bath.

When he returned, he laid Gidwin in the caravan and he sat there and watched his mate sleep peacefully as memories of the night ran through his mind. A thought crossed his mind. ‘Mana is a Blood Elf’s requiem. Beer, a Dwarf’s requiem. We don’t need those things. He is my requiem and I am his.’
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