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Goldshire - Short stories	By : igglypou Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6128 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft and I do not make any money by writing this story. (This should be obvious since this is fan fiction)

Chapter List
- 1-Alyonan
- 2-Bear
- 1
- 2
((AN - Draenei x Human, M/F))
Illyda stormed off. She swung herself on the back of her Elekk and left. Eranuu, annoyed, watched her disappear around the corner.
Illyda pushed her elekk to a trot as she crossed one of the many bridges of Stormwind. She went through the trade district and out of the city gates, into Elwynn forest. She kept pushing her mount to go faster, wanting the wind to dry off her tears.
-'How can he be so hot headed!' She screamed to herself. 'He knows better, I taught him the ways how could he stray yet further from them after all our training!?'
She was angry. Angry at Eranuu for speaking out such ideas but also angry at herself. Was she not to blame? Where did she fail him? She had tried to show him compassion and kindness but his anger simply kept growing and it was finally going to be unleashed. His fear and sorrow would take over. He would become a vindicator… kicked out of the Hand of Argus and the Paladin order.
As she thought of the consequences, as she realized she was truly losing him… She stopped her mount in the middle of the road leading out of Stormwind. She bursted into tears.
The sun was lazily going down behind the mountains and it was getting chilly. Her hot tears, burning her cheeks, she was unable to open her eyes. She could not control her sobbing either.
She sat on her elekk, crying as the sun went down. Until her eyes could shed no more tears. She had felt like this before. She had failed others before him. All of her family and friends had left. Eranuu was the last remnant of her past. He was her soul-brother. They had met on Draenor, before the Legion had found them, before more Draenei had had to die.
She did not want to be alone. Eranuu was blinded by a thirst for revenge or salvation, she couldn’t tell which, but it would be his end.
Her elekk had started to walk slowly along the road again. The lights of Goldshire were coming into view. She stopped her mount and looked at the lights.
-’Light my path’, she whispered in draenei, ‘Or blind me’.
She was lost in her thoughts. Goldshire was not a place where a follower of the Light should be seen. It was well known for it’s inn, the Lion’s Pride. As charming a village this must have been, it was now a place to avoid. This highly taboo town was reknown for it’s booze and women, like the back alleys of Stormwind but a hundred times worse.
She had never been near the inn, let alone go inside it, but she felt drawn to it.
She nudged her elekk forward and it went ahead.
As she got closer she could hear a large crowd and music coming from the inn. Many mounts were stabled outside of it. She tied her elekk to a pole next to a ram and made sure to take any valuable off the saddle.
-’What am I doing?’ She thought, ‘am I really that desperate? Light help me’.
Before she could change her mind about going in, she smelled something… something bitter and yet, very sweet; dwarven ale! She closed her eyes and sighed.
She was suddenly cut off in her trail of thoughts and thrown to the ground. A cloaked figure fell over her. Surprised, she springed back on her hooves, pushing the cloaked figure away. She reaches for her mace but didn’t draw it.
-’Ouch…’ groaned the cloaked male.
He had walked into her and managed to fall on top of her. Having gotten up so fast, he was thrown in the air and had landed on his back. A small wrapped parcel was lying next to him.
-’What in the world did I just bump into???’ said the male, rubbing his head.
-’Oh Naaru help me! I’m so sorry!!!’ She kneeled down next to him, helping him sit up. ‘I thought you were attacking me or something…’
He lifted his hood and opened his mouth… but no words came out. His eyes were locked with Illyda’s. He blinked and said:
‘Oh no I’m sorry miss! I’m the clumsy one.’ She helped him up. ‘I was so focussed on my delivery I wasn’t looking where I was going-’
He stopped and started to frantically look at the ground around him. His eyes settled on the parcel and he grabbed it, holding it to his ear. He gave it a shake and sighed heavily.
-’No harm done, well that’s a relief!’ He looked at the Draenei, ‘Are you hurt?’
-’N-no, I am not.’ She stared at the ground in front of her.
He stood there for a minute before finally breaking the silence:
-’Care for a drink?’
She looked up at him, surprised and intrigued.
-’I know, I know, Light servant aren’t suppose to drink. But you really look like you could use one...’
He gave her an apologetic smile.. She could see white robes under his cloak.
‘He must be a priest’, she thought. ‘Never heard of a human priest drinking…’
-’Well?’ He held out his hand.
She hesitated before giving him her hand. He bowed his head whilst holding her hand and said:
-’My name is Alyonan of Northshire.’ He raised his head and looked her dead in the eyes, ‘and you are?’
-’I- Ye- My name is Illyda, Paladin of the Hand of Argus.’
He smiled at her.
-’Very nice to meet you miss Illyda! Let me buy you a drink.’
And together they entered the Lion’s Pride inn.
It was very crowded and warm inside.Females and males of many races were dancing on tables and balusters. Many of the patrons had very little to no armor or clothes at all. At the sight of that, Illyda blushed.
What was she doing here? She wasn’t suppose to be there, this wasn’t a place for a paladin! But as the priest lead her deeper into the crowd she noticed another priest and a few paladins.
Illyda felt out of place and she let go of Alyonan’s hand. She stood there, confused and awkward.
When she turned her head back to look at Alyonan she was met with a wall of fur. A worgen as tall as she was stood in front of her.
She wanted to jump back but there was no space and she knew this might not be a good idea. Some worgen were more animal than humans and he might respond aggressively to her display. At least that was what the humans in cathedral square had told her.
The worgen met her gaze with his glowing red eyes.
-’Good evenin’ lass’, said the worgen in a deep voice.
She was frozen there. The worgen wore dark colored robes and had very dark fur. She couldn’t break eye contact, the glowing red eyes were hypnotizing.
-’Busy tonight my darling?’, the worgen whispered, bringing his muzzle closer to her ear.
She was trying to move away from this beast but she couldn’t. She was somehow frozen in place. The paladin was starting to panic when the worgen’s ears suddenly stood up straight and he stepped aside to allow for his large frame to turn around.
-’The young miss is with me, worgen, find yourself another prey.’
It was Alyonan, he had returned from the bar with two beers. The worgen’s ears went flat on his head as he bared his teeth at the priest. He glared at the man who did not budge. Finally the worgen turned and left, without saying another word.
Illyda felt the tight grip on her body finally gone. Her legs had gone weak and she struggled to stand a little. She brought her hand to her forehead and closed her eyes.
-’What in the nether just happened?’
-’Let’s just say you were lucky I was here’, he passed her one of the two drinks he was carrying. He followed the worgen with his eyes, until he disappeared in the crowd.
They walked to a slightly less crowded area by a window and sat down. There were very few tables, only seats. This place was too busy and most tables had females dancing on them. The inn was utter chaos of bodies and noises.
Illyda looked down at her drink and closed her eyes. She was regretting her harsh words to Eranuu. It wasn’t like her to be so careless. Maybe one day Eranuu would travel a different path from her, she had to understand and support him, regardless of his choice.
On the other hand, she knew him well and she feared his choice could have dire consequences. Should she follow him or forge her own path? She couldn’t just expect the younger Draenei to see the world like she did. At the same time… she was unable to let him go. She was seriously considering joining the Argent Dawn just to be able to watch over him.
-’Are… you alright miss?’
The man’s voice brought her back to reality. She opened her eyes and the sights and smells all hit her senses like an elekk.
-’Sorry?’, she turned to Alyonan, sitting next to her.
He looked a bit concerned.
-’You look lost in your thoughts, is everything alright?’
Illyda searches the human’s face with her eyes. He was young but rough, perhaps from many long travels. He had not shaved in a few days and his shoulder length blond-ish hair seemed messy. He had pushed his cloak back on his shoulders which were larger than one would expect to see on a priest.
His robes were simple white and light brown with few golden embroidery. The robes were torn and dirty along the one sleeve and near where it probably dragged on the ground. He had big leather boots, covered in mud. She noticed that he did not have the parcel with him anymore.
-’Where’s that parcel you were carrying?’, she asked, completely ignoring his previous question.
He seemed to not understand, took a sip from his drink and said:
-’Oh! I just delivered it, that’s why I came here, had a delivery for the innkeeper.’ He smiled. ‘Probably some booze since it came from Booty Bay.’
She looked at him, drinking some of her beer.
-’I’m a courier you see, and that was my last delivery for the day… It was a long day and I was so eager to finished that I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.’
He blushes a little.
-’You come here often?’ he asked the Draenei female.
Illyda nearly spate out what she was drinking.
-’What me?! Oh no no no no!’ Her dark purple cheeks were turning darker yet since she was blushing.
The human laughed.
-’I’m sorry I didn’t mean to embarrassed you!’
-’I could ask the same thing! How often do you, a priest, come here?’ she said in a witty way.
The human blushed. They stayed quiet, looking at their drink for a few moments.
-I’m sorry Alyonan. I… I’m in a bit of a crisis with a friend… and I’d never come her alone but I felt I needed a way out.’ She was talking down to her beer on her laps. ‘As terrible as this sounds, the dwarven ale is the only thing I felt could help me right now.’
She was biting her lip, regretting her poor judgement. She had lived a long time, born on Argus and raised with the Naaru aboard their ship. She had seen and learned so much during her long live and yet, she could not seem to do anything right for Eranuu. Dwarven ale was one of her guilty pleasures. She knew better than to rely on it for decision making but once in a while, it felt good to forget the world. She whispered in Draenei:
-’Forget this world and the others. I drink sorrow and tears.’
The man didn’t understand, it was too quiet and he did not speak Draenei. She sighed and looked back at him, forcing a smile.
-’Sorry this is none of your concerns.’
-’On the contrary, don’t be sorry!’ he said in a soft voice. He put his hand on hers, leaning in. ‘I’m a priest, I’m used to helping people.’
As he had leaned in, being smaller than the Draenei he had come closer to her chest. He blushed and quickly straightened himself back in his chair, blushing.
Illyda smirked.
-’I’ve already taken a decision about my friend. It won’t matter how long I sit down to think about it… I know what I should do and what I have to do.’ She downed her ale.
The human looked shocked at the gesture.
-’Careful miss! This is dwarven ale, I wouldn’t want to see another lady getting taken advantage of’ he tilted his head at a table not far.
There was a night elf female dancing on it. She was having great difficulties standing, let alone dance. She was clearly intoxicated and was now taken some of her clothes off.
Illyda grimaced at the sight.
-’I assure you I can handle my drink better than that night elf.’
Alyonan laughed. He stopped a waitress and bought Illyda another drink. Before she could protest he said:
-’The first one because I scared you and fell on you… and this one because I enjoy your company!’
She blushed again.
As the night went on, Illyda was feeling light headed. The priest had also had quite a few drinks.
The man had just returned from the bar with another two drinks when he noticed Illyda was smiling. It wasn’t a forced smile like before, she was genuinely happy to have forgotten about the world and its problems. He smirked as he handed her one of the two drinks.
-’I’m so glad to see you in a better mood!’
She smiled warmly at him, taking the drink.
-’Thanks for the drink but I think this will be my last!’
Alyonan felt sad hearing that.
-’I feel absolutely drained… I’m going to need to sleep soon.’ She seemed sorry about that.
Illyda wanted to keep partying and laughing. It was so easy to get lost in the ale but she would need a clear mind tomorrow.
-’I could help you- I mean you seem better but I can… errr h-help you relax?...’ The young man was struggling to say what was on his mind. ‘You- I could give you erm...’ the human coughed and scratched the back of his head. ‘A back rub? Yeah li-like a massage to help you relax…?’
The human was red like a tomato. He wished he had died halfway through what he just said. He was clearly embarrassed and didn’t seem all that sure.
Illyda burst into laughter. She stopped, realizing the human was turning even more red somehow. She thought:
‘Maybe it’s the ale talking but this guy is quite nice… He’s a bit young thought and a priest on top of that! ...It’s not like I don’t have a choice, I could just walk out whenever I feel like it. I could easily overpower a human priest.’
She giggled out loud. Their chairs being side by side, she turned to face away from him. She moved her white hair over her shoulder.
Alyonan hesitantly stretched his arms. even sitting down she was taller than he was. He placed his hand at the edge of her shoulder pads and chest plate. He seemed to struggled but managed to move his hands closer to her neck.
Illyda sighed. She was so busy all the time watching over others and paid so little attention to her own needs. She could sense that the human was struggling for some reason but just the touch was enough to have a shiver run up and down her spine. She leaned forward a little and the human’s hands slipped away from her.
She opened her eyes and turned to look at him when he said:
-’Sorry! You’re a bit too tall, I can’t stretch that much’ He blushed and continued, ‘And your armor is a bit... in the way?’ He smirked shyly.
She blushed, placing her hair behind her ear.
-’Just a back rub… right?’ she said shyly.
-’Of course!!!’ Alyonan was blushing still, ‘Nothing more!’
He was smiling nervously. They both knew but they prefered to lie, it was easier. the priest got up and extended his hand to her.
-’Shall we?’ he smirked.
Without hesitation but in no rush, she took his hand and they went upstairs.
The inn had many rooms and he had taken one since this was his last stop for the night. This reassured Illyda a little. Maybe he wasn’t like all the other males downstairs…
He unlocked the room and they entered. She went to stand by the bed. The room was small and contained only a single bed and a small desk. The entire room was lit up by the street lights below. Alyonan put his cloak on one of the hooks behind the door after he had closed it. The window was dirty but apart from that the room and the bed seemed clean. The walls were bare of any decorations.
The human priest took out a match and lit up the only candle. Good thing it was only autumn, or this room would have been freezing cold. She sat down to take off her boots.
The man walked up to Illyda and offered to take her cloak. She untied it and handed it to him. The pale golden cape was hung next to the man’s.
When he turned back to her, Illyda was standing, trying to reach the buckle for her shoulder pads.
The buckle always ended up too far behind her back from all her moving and she could never reach it at the end of the day. Alyonan stood in front of her.
-’Need any help?’ he smirked.
She smirked too.
-’Yes actually… I can’t seem to reach the buckle for my shoulder pads.’
He stretched out one arm, she had hers raised, holding her hair up. His hand was looking for the leather strap. He moved his second hand and it brushed against her chest plate. He blushed and swallowed hard.
-’I’m sorry!’ he said stressed out.
Illyda replied with a warm smile. She took one of his hand and guided it to the strap she released his hand and he continued to run it along the strap. Doing so was bringing him closer to the Draenei. He blushed even more realizing he was getting closer to her chest.
He managed to undo the buckle and her shoulder pads started to fall off. She caught them and dropped them on the wooden floor next to her. He still had his arms around her chest.
-’You might as well get the chest piece too… the straps are on the side.’
It took him a moment to realize what she had said. He was red all the way up to his ears. She moved her arm back a little and he undid the buckles of her chest piece. As is seemed to come loose, the human took a step back, removing his arms from her.
She held on to the plate armor and turned around. She was blushing and not so sure of herself anymore she whispered in Draenei:
-’It’s been so long… Maybe... I shouldn’t...’
Alyonan was quiet and it worried her. It was uncommon for her to act on impulse but she took off her chest plate. She bent over and set it on the ground, against the wall next to her shoulder pads.
She looked over her shoulder and saw the human’s legs failing him as he sat on the bed’s edge. His mouth was open but when he noticed she was looking his way, he shut it.
The Draenei turned around and took a step towards the bed. She then unbuckled her belt and let her shorts fall to the ground. She wore black pants that matched her bra.
The priest starting coughing. He stood up as she took another step closer to the bed and out of her shorts. He was facing away from her and was trying to control himself.
Illyda lied on her belly, hugging a pillow to keep her head rested on it. Her knees were bent, keeping her hooves in the air as she moved them back and forth slowly. She was looking at the man.
Alyonan took a deep breath, ran his hand through his hair and turned around.
-’How about this back rub then?’ she smiled shyly.
The priest swallowed hard and closed the gap between the bed and himself. He pulled up the long white sleeves of his robes. A pale blue shirt with three quarter length sleeves was now visible underneath.
-’Yes of course...’ he was less hesitant and his breathing was faster.
He raised his leg, putting one knee on the bed. He made his way next to the Draenei, pulling up his sleeves again, in a nervous fashion. Trying to restrain himself, he slowly put his shaking hands on the female’s back.
He moved up to her neck and shoulders, massaging them slowly but firmly. Illyda closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.
He could feel her muscles relaxing under his touch. He was struggling to control himself. He moved his hands faster and started going down her back to her hips. He held his breath.
-’...Shou- Should I go any lower?’ he asked looking straight at his hands.
Illyda raised her head and twisted her upper body a little to be able to look at the human. They gazed into each others eyes for a moment.
-’You look a bit warm in those robes… Would you not rather get comfortable?’ She giggled and pointed at his boots, ‘And perhaps take off your boots?’.
The priest became red again, feeling the heat on his cheeks he backed up to the edge of the bed. It was true that he was starting to feel very warm and that he had completely forgotten he still had his boots on. He got to his feet next to the bed and held on to the it as he took off his muddy boots. He left them lying where they had fallen to their sides.
Illyda had was now sitting on the edge of the bed, where he was. Alyonan undid the top buttons of his robe and pulled it above his head. Illyda was watching the human, he was now only wearing boxershorts and a pale blue shirt. He dropped the robes on the floor and took off the shirt in the same fashion, over his head.
He smiled shyly.
-’There you go…’ he said extending his arms, dropping the shirt. ‘What… do you think?’
The Draenei closed her eyes and smiled. The priest quickly slipped behind her, he was more than happy not to be standing half naked in front of a female. He started massaging her shoulders again, pushing the straps of her bra off her shoulders.
She tilted her head and groaned. He extended his legs on both sides of her and tried to get closer when something poked his stomach, her tail. She snapped back to reality and caught her tail in her hands, holding in front of her.
-’I’m so sorry!!!’ she was embarrassed. ‘I forget it’s there and that humans are not used to tails...I’m sorry!’
She couldn’t see his face but she could feel that his hands had not stopped wandering. She impulsively got up and turned around. Before the human could react, she had leaned towards him. Holding herself up above the now leaning human, she was gazing into his eyes. He blushed some more as the tall female was just above him.
She kissed him. Pushing the surprised human back a little. He returned the kiss, bringing himself back up. As they kissed, Illyda climbed back onto the bed, on top of Alyonan, one leg in between his. They broke off the kiss for an instant, looking each other in the eyes. The point of no return had been reached and they both seemed happy to carry on the journey.
She was still holding herself above the human as to not crush him under her weight, one hand running through the male’s hair. The priest ran his hands down her back to her butt. He squeezed as much of it as his hand could hold. His other hand made its way to the clip of her bra. He had to use both hands to get it undone.
She threw the bra off the bed and onto the planked floor. She couldn’t hold herself away from him any longer. She was now kissing him passionately, her full weight on him. Her breasts pressed down on the human’s chest but he didn’t seem to complain. He was returning the kiss as intensely as her. She could feel a bulge pressing against her lower belly which made her blush. He was running his hands up and down her body when he nudged her over.
Illyda rolled to her side, pulling the covers up on both of them.
-’Am I too… heavy for you?’ she said a bit out of breath.
He was out of breath too but smiling. The man turned to his side to be facing her.
-’I can handle it’ he smiled.
He was quite muscular for a priest so perhaps she wasn’t crushing him that much. Still catching his breath, he put his hand on her hip and pushed his forehead against hers. She gazed into his eyes once more. He was still very eager and he tried to lean in for another kiss.
She closed her eyes and pulled him close to her. His body melted when it touched hers and they started kissing again. He was trying to squeeze her closer when she grabbed his hand and guided it to her pants. She put his thumb under the fabric and he started pulling her underwear down. He cleared her butt and started to squeeze it again. Illyda could feel the bulge in Alyonan’s boxershort.
She ran her hand down his back. Her breasts pressing against his chest, their lips touching and kissing. Her hand reached the edge of his boxers and slowly moved back up. Rushing, he grabbed her hand without breaking the embrace and pulled it back down to the edge of his underwear. His breathing had accelerated and so had his heartbeat.
She did not need any more encouragement and pulled his boxers halfway down his thighs. She let out a long sigh, completely emptying her lungs as she felt his member thrust out of his shorts, touching her thigh. Alyonan started kissing and nipping at her neck. She threw her head back and groaned still running one of her hands through his hair.
-’I’m not’, she said under her breath ‘I’m not usually like this…’
He stopped kissing her neck but did not move away from her. She could feel his breath on her skin.
-’Well...’ he whispered, ‘now that you got me in this position...’ his voice trailed off.
She broke off the kiss, moved her leg as to wrap it around the man but instead she climbed on top of him, gently nudging him on his back. She was sitting on his hips, tail curled up around his left thigh. She towered over him, her face a deep shade of purple. Her white hair covering half of her features but not hiding her smile. She leaned down onto his chest, her mouth kissed his forehead.
-’Take me back’ she whispered in Draenei.
Her right hand was coursing through the man’s hair and her left was clinging to the bed sheets. The priest could hardly contain himself, his hands were now grabbing hold of her rather than stroking her. He was breathing fast and hard as his member hardened at the brush of her tail.
Her breasts were squeezed down under his jaw and their proximity made the human more excited.
She pushed herself up with her hands and sat back up on the human. She was now kneeling and she lifted herself to allow for his member to enter her. She let her hands drag down from his chest to his stomach then to his privates. She wrapped one hand around the base of his thing and squeezed a little. Alyonan groaned in response.
Pumping her hand slowly up and down his manhood she guided its tip to her entrance. The priest grabbed her hips with both hands. He wasn’t going to stretch it out any longer. He used his strong arms to bring her down onto him. She was able to resist him and go down onto his shaft at her own agonizingly slow speed.
The human was groaning and breathing fast, trying to speed her up. She could no longer restrain herself, his touch, his smell and his moans were too much even for her. She grabbed one of her breast, gently closing her hand on it. Alyonan used one of his elbow to lift himself up and moved his hand to her butt cheeks. Holding one in each hand he squeezed as hard as he could.
Their heartbeat and breathing was in sync. They both accelerated their motions, groaning and moaning. The wooden frame of the bed was squeaking under their weight. Illyda’s breath was short and her eyes were shut tight. She slowed her up motions a little, sliding the entire length of his shaft, coming down faster. She had wanted this for so long she wasn’t sure she could hold for much longer. Her muscles contracted down on his member, bringing her closer to climaxing.
He reacted in kind, breathing hard, thrusting his hips upwards. He was so close, she could feel him pulsing inside her. The man’s hands were desperately trying to bring her down on him faster. His eyes were shut as tight as hers, baring his teeth in a smirk. Her tightness and her moans were intoxicating. He was trying his best to last longer but he was already overdue. Illyda was so close that she was letting out small noises everytime he brought her down on him. He forced out a groan and came inside her.
He did not stop. He carried on his powerful thrusts at the same speed, feeling his strength vanish as she climaxed and let out one last moan, louder than the rest. She let herself fall beside him. they were both out of breath and exhausted. She was smiling thought and feeling… better. She hadn’t felt satisfied in so long. He was smirking and clearly relieved.
-’Wow…’ his breathing was still fast, ‘You really needed that...’
She laughed and smiled at him.
-’We should stay here for the night’ he added.
She moved in closer and rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping one arm around him.
-’Thank you...’ she whispered.
They both fell asleep.
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