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The Awakening	By : Soliloquy Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 9574 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Awakening
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The streets of Dalaran were busy, but not overly so. Ellie picked up her pace, coming out of the Enchanting Supplies shop and heading into Runeweaver Square. Her stomach grumbled. The priestess had been hasty in skipping breakfast, but she had wanted to get her errands sorted out early. Her low heels clicked along the cobblestones as she made her way closer to her apartment.
Climbing the steps to the door, she dropped her shopping and began to rummage through her bags for her keys. Inwardly she cursed at her lack of finding them. She sighed heavily.
“Well if it isn’t the Ambassador herself,” The voice in Thalassian was low, but clear and all too familiar. Ellie could feel the small hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She spun around, bag still in hand.
The Kaldorei was in elvan form. He leaned against the wall of her apartment as he looked her over. His golden eyes were dark and a sly smirk painted his lips. Ellie frowned. Why hadn’t she heard him approach? She scowled at the druid.
“This isn’t Duskwood,” she said icily. The night elf laughed heartily.
“It most certainly is not,” he stood straight, towering over her. She kept his gaze, unflinching. “If it was, I assure you those robes would be torn and strewn across the ground.” The words imposed a blush upon the priestess’s ashen cheeks as she recalled her previous encounter with the druid.
“You’ll find the guards rather unwelcoming here. This time they would hear my screams,” Ellie threw him a cold look and continued to rummage through her bag, finally coming across her keys. She picked up her shopping, unlocked the door and made her way in, swiftly shutting the door behind her. The druid quickly forced his foot in between the door.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in, Ambassador?” he smirked, his eyes feral and predatory as he looked her over. She was still as he remembered. Such a tiny creature in comparison, but with such generous and soft curves. She stared at him blankly.
“Are you for real?” She replied.
“I believe you, of all people, know how real I truly am,” he said, his voice still low. “And I highly doubt the guards would come running to screams of utter and complete abandon, do you? Because I do recall those screams in Duskwood, priestess.” His voice was almost snake-like as a strong hand came up, overpowering her grip on the door and prying it wide enough for him to enter.
Ellie stepped back, her eyes wide as the night elf boldly entered her apartment. He shut the door behind him quietly and focused his attention on her.
“Breaking and entering now?” her voice seemed to waver, her eyes incensed at the liberty this druid was taking.
“Nonsense,” he replied. “You let me in. There are no signs to show otherwise.” She glared at him and he chuckled. “Where’s your friend? The hunter?” his eyes glanced around the small flat. “I don’t sense him here. And he was such a terrible shot at that, almost killing you in the process.”
“He’ll be back any minute,” she glared at him. The night elf looked at her dryly.
“You’re a terrible liar, Ambassador.” The druid moved closer to her, but Ellie kept her ground. “It would have been a shame if he had killed you.” A sizeable hand came up as he caressed her pale cheek. “Then I wouldn’t have been able to come back for seconds,” The priestess pulled away and his hand quickly moved and grasped her wrist, pulling her back towards him.
“What do you want, druid?” she hissed, knowing full well how absurd her question really was. A hearty laugh escaped the night elf’s lips.
“My name is Sylor. You would do well to remember it as it’s the name you’ll be screaming out in ecstasy very soon,” Her grinned down at her as she continued to try and pull away from him.
“You force yourself into my home to rape me?!” She seethed as she continued to resist him. Again the druid would laugh. Sylor let go of her wrist, and with the force of her pulling away, Ellie ended up stumbling and falling back on an armchair. She went to stand, but the druid put his hand out.
“No, no. Please. By all means, remain seated.” She watched him, intently, not moving. “Rape is such a harsh word, priestess. I assure you, by the end of this, your will to be mine will be completely voluntary, and you will struggle to remember why you tried to resist in the first place.” As the night elf walked towards her slowly, he lost his elvan form and shifted into a cat before her very eyes. Ellie continued to watch him, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her thoughts escaping back to the first time he sought her out in Duskwood. The cat stopped before her, pawing at the skirt of her robes. “I wasn’t so gentle with your clothing last time. I would apologize but I’d be lying.” He said rather sardonically. “This time, I promise these fine fabrics will remain relatively unscarred,” Even with his feline form, the smirk was evident.
“You need to leave,” She said finally. The druid pawed at her hemline once more.
“Now, Ambassador, if you really wanted me to leave you would have tried to force me out.” A furry muzzle leaned it as he sniffed around her ankles.
“Forced you? I am hardly any match for you!” she said indignantly. The muzzle began to make it’s was up her leg as he sniffed along her pale skin.
“Come now, other than words and that futile attempt to resist, you’ve hardly put up any fight.” He darted his tongue out and ran it up her calf. She pushed her legs together and pulled away from him. His head fell from under her skirt and he chuckled again. “Let’s make a deal, shall we? You spread those pale thighs and we’ll see if I can’t convince you how good an idea it was for me to seek you out, hmm?” Ellie’s lips parted, her expression agape at his brash words, but she did not reply. The nuzzles and licks against her leg were starting to excite her, as much as she hated to admit it.
“Let’s not.” She finally said curtly and kept her legs together. The cat growled, incensed and suddenly the elf was back, kneeling before her.
“I don’t think you heard me, Ambassador,” His voice was terse and his strong hands moved to the hem of her skirt, yanking it up to the top of her thighs. Her pale legs were exposed to him. “Spread those thighs, NOW.” He ordered. His voice pierced right through her, instilling a sense of trepidation and arousal. She shook her head vehemently.
“No!”
This time the growl was harsh and the druid’s strong hand would come up, grasping her small neck as the other dug in between those lush thighs, wrenching them open deftly. Ellie let out a choked cry.
“Merely a prelude,” he mused, golden eyes dark on her. He wedged his body in between her thighs, keeping them open as his thumb pressed against her throat. “Don’t deny yourself priestess.” His other hand moved to her panties, fingers slowly caressing around them. But the softness of his movements was soon cut short as he jerked them off her, tearing them. “Oops. Guess I lied about not wrecking your clothes,” She glowered at him and he threw her a smirk. Soon the elvan form was gone and the cat had returned. Lodged between her legs, he stepped back slightly and pressed his muzzled against her exposed nether. She gasped, trying to scramble away. The druid growled against her sex.
“Mmm yes, that’s right Ambassador. Fight it. Getting you off tastes so much better when you resist,” his paws came up to her outer thighs, claws outstretched as he dug them into her pale skin. She let out a cry, the pain searing through her. The druid pressed his mouth against her slit, tongue darting out hungrily. Ellie gripped the armrest of the chair, squirming as she was held there, blood starting to slowly trickle from the wounds on her thighs. The cat continued to lap at her, his tongue pressing in between her lips and teasing her clit. Soon the pain disappeared and Ellie was confronted with a bout of pleasure. She bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan, but her body began to writhe as the druid continued to use his tongue to please her. His wet nose pressed against her clit as he forced his tongue into her, pushing against her walls eagerly as if searching for some hidden treat. The druid’s feral cock swelled and throbbed, jerking slightly against the floor with a steady but almost inaudible thud.
This time Ellie did moan. The muscle lodged itself in her, digging at her juices. Sylor growled as he heard her moan but he did not cease his assault. His grip on her thighs lessened as his feline head began to jut back and forth, his tongue penetrating her like a cock, sliding in and out of her pussy, nose pushing against that sensitive nub.
The cat persisted in tongue fucking the now subdued priestess. Each time his tongue would come out, he’d run it up her drenched slit, circling around her clit. Ellie’s fingers dug into the armrest, her senses reeling from the pleasure. Hungrily Sylor lapped at her swollen cunt, urging her to liberate herself. His feline shoulders made their way under her thighs as he pushed them up, her knees hanging over the armrest now as she laid back, legs spread wantonly. He grinned against her exposed nether, noticing the new angle displayed her tight puckered hole. He dragged his tongue against it and Ellie let out a strangled moan, writhing.
“I think we’ve found something else you like,” The druid’s hot breath spilled over her skin as he began to assault the sinful hole with his tongue. The priestess moaned and writhed, overcome with delight. If she had any ounce in her to resist, that was now abandoned as she bucked her hips up to meet his tongue. The cat prodded at her tight hole, circling it and feeling the juices from her liquid sex trickle onto his muzzle. He could sense her climax nearing and pushed against her greedily. His nose pressed against her wet slit as he looked up at her with golden eyes. Ellie looked down at the cat between her thighs, the pleasure too much for her. She let out a shrill cry, her hands gripping the beast’s face as it lapped greedily at her wicked hole. The climax crashed into her and her body shook in rapture as moan after moan fell from her shuddering lips. The feline mouth turned up in a smirk as Sylor’s tongue moved up to her quivering pussy, pushing into it and digging at the sweet nectar she had to offer, drinking from her very core.
The priestess moaned and whimpered, her body still trembling as the druid slowed his licks. Ellie panted, looking down at him, suddenly aware she was holding his head in place between her shivering, pale thighs. She quickly pulled them back and a hearty chuckle escaped the cat’s mouth.
“Still wary of me, I see. How many orgasms will it take priestess, before you submit?” his voice was a low rumble against her skin as his muzzle moved up. A paw came up to her trapped breasts, claw outstretched and teasing the rich fabric. He dragged the sharp nail down, and one by one, the small pearlescent buttons popped off. “Sorry,” he snickered as he clawed at the semi-open bodice. Those fair, fleshy orbs spilled out and he moved his mouth over them, tongue out lapping at her abundant tits. She let out a small moan.
“I guess it’s a good thing, I’m a tailor,” she whispered, feeling her nipples harden. The druid smirked.
“See, that wasn’t very hard, was it?” Sylor dragged his feline tongue across the pale mounds, his cock still rigid. Ellie glanced down and could see his stiff length, against the floor. The fire within her was still burning. She brought her hands to his head and pushed him away gently. The druid complied, watching her curiously, his eyes darkened with lust. The priestess’s skin was still laced with afterglow and she slowly peeled off her torn robes as she stood from the armchair. They fell to the floor in a rustle of fabric and the curvy Sin’dorei stood before the druid, naked and flushed with colour and desire.
A low rumble stirred in the cat’s throat as he drank in her form. He went to move forward, but she stopped him, holding up a delicate finger. He canted his head to the side and continued to watch her intently.
Ellie turned her back to him and slowly climbed onto the armchair. She placed one knee on either armrest as she gripped the back of the lounger. Her legs were spread wide, ass and pussy out to him. She looked back and with a slight wiggle, threw him a smirk.
Sylor growled at the lewd sight and soon the cat was gone. The night elf had returned, his cock now trapped in the confines of his trousers. His hands were swift in remedying the situation, and soon his leggings had dropped to the floor with her robes, his thick hard shaft springing from its cloth prison. Two strong hands gripped the priestess’s round hips as he ran his large hands over her opulent rear.
“Oh, how you present yourself now, Ambassador.” He smirked, dragging a finger down from her puckered hole over her moist slit. He pressed through the swollen lips, and murmured, “So tight around my finger. I remember this well.” He moved the tip of his length to where his finger was. Guiding it with his hand, he rubbed his cockhead along her wet gash, moaning at the feeling. Ellie’s moans joined his as she pushed her hips back. “Wanton. How very wanton indeed.” The words came out through a clenched jaw and without warning, Sylor grabbed her shoulders, pulling her to him as he thrust his hips forward, forcing his immense length fully into her.
The priestess cried out, eyes widening as she felt his cock drive into her in its entirety. The pain shook her core as her walls stretched tight to accommodate the night elf’s throbbing girth. He hilted inside her, strong hands on those diminutive shoulders, holding her there, impaled. Leaning forward, the druid’s breath spilled onto her skin.
“I like it here,” he whispered, lips grazing her ear. Ellie felt the pain start to claim every inch of her body as his head prodded the entrance to her womb. She whimpered and trembled, afraid to move for fear the pain would increase. “I think I’ll stay,” he breathed and slowly began to pull his cock out.
The priestess exhaled; the pain lessening as she felt him withdraw. Gradually he thrust back in, his strokes unhurried, letting her adjust to his size. Ellie moaned as the hurt began to disappear altogether. Sylor kept one hand on her shoulder, holding her in place as the other reached around to clutch a hanging breast. He kneaded the orb roughly, groaning as his hips began to pick up pace.
“So tight…” he hissed as he drove into her snug cunt. She dug her nails into the back of the armchair, dipping her head down and basking in the feel of him inside her. He drove his cock in and out of her, quicker now, and the hand that groped her pale tit had moved its way back over her full ass. The other soon joined it and he spread those ivory cheeks, exposing her tight hole. “Let’s see if I can get you to gush all over my cock, hmm?” he mused, slightly breathless as her walls fixed tightly around his throbbing rod. The druid’s finger pressed against her ass and the priestess let out a strangled moan. Sylor grinned wickedly as he continued to tease her. Ellie arched her back, eyelids fluttering as she felt him nudging her sinful hole. He kept a thumb lodged in between her ripe cheeks, pressing at her ass while his other hand dragged up the priestess’s arched back, taking a fistful of her dark hair. He jerked the blood elf’s head back, forcing her body to curve. Once again his lips were next to her ear.
“Cum priestess…” he whispered, his thumb finally pushing into her ass as his hips picked up pace, pummeling into her feverish quim. Ellie’s fingers dug into the armchair as she let out a piercing cry, her body convulsing as the second orgasm took control. Sylor grinned, feeling her walls spasm around his throbbing cock. Her tight pussy milked his length in her release, saturating him with her juices. He growled low, as he felt his own climax come to the surface. Ellie’s head was pulled back as the druid let out a roar, thrusting deep into her, hilting and holding there. His hands dragged down her side, nails raking her pale skin as his body shuddered as his cock erupted with ropes of hot, sticky seed, blasting against her quivering walls and filling her up completely.
Their moans mingled and the heavy stench of sex filled the room as the druid kept himself lodged deep inside the trembling priestess. She panted, feeling him lean on her, his lips pressed against her back and trailing down to the small of it. She moaned in pleasure, every inch of her still reeling from the aftershock of the orgasm. He licked up the path of kisses he had left on her back until her got to her neck. A strong hand reached round, gripping her throat possessively as he dragged his teeth across the soft flesh.
“You’ll want to see me again soon, right Ambassador?” he whispered, fingers laced around her delicate throat. She moaned, feeling his seed start to ooze from her still shuddering cunt.
“Yes,” she whispered, somewhat ashamed of her desire for this elf, this beast who had claimed her so flawlessly.
“Good,” he purred, loosening his grip on her neck. The digits trailed up, running across her lips. “Ashenvale. In three days. Where the road forks from The Ruins of Stardust.” Suddenly he pulled his mouth and fingers away from her and slowly withdrew his spent cock. She moaned, as she sensed him pull out of her, his seed following suit and leaking down her thigh.
Sylor stood, gathering his trousers and looking at the prone blood elf. He licked his lips at the lewd sight of her on all fours, dripping his seed onto the armchair.
“I’m going to push that body to its limits then,” he grinned, pulling up his pants and giving her rear a harsh slap. She winced, feeling the skin redden. His hand moved over her swollen pussy, a finger smearing their combined fluids around and up to her ass. “Don’t be late, Ambassador.” And with a smirk, he turned away, vanishing through the door.
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