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Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

Procyon's opinion of her new attire was obvious and brought a laugh from her, but his comment made her stop, her amusement cooling as the heat of desire filled her. He wasted no time in pulled her against him, the muscles in his arm flexing against her bare skin as he held her close. Their lips met and lightning seemed to strike her, jolting her body alive in his embrace. If they weren't careful they weren't going to make it to his bedroom, something she knew wasn't proper for a public setting.

She enjoyed the aggressive tangle of their lips for it fueled the raw attraction that their desire seemed to be built on. Aereth kissed him back without hesitation, pressing the line of her body against him, shivering at the hard muscles that met her softer curves. She drew his lower lip between her teeth and pulled as she broke their kiss. Releasing him from her teeth, she hovered close, her eyes narrowed, "Procyon..." She mused, "Where is this bedroom of yours...?" Her voice was low with promise, her eyes bright as she imagined all of the delicious treats that awaited them both. "I think these clothes are a little tight...."

A graceful hand pressed against her chest, fingertips caressing her skin as they sunk lower, dipping into the valley between her breasts, "I might need help removing them sooner rather than later..." She teased. Aereth leaned forward, pressing another kiss to the enticing lips before her. It was a teasing one however, "You seem capable of such aid.." She murmured against his lips. The elf pulled back, drawing a pink tongue out over her lips to wet them, her eyes never leaving his own. Perhaps it was in poor taste to jump into the bed of a man she'd just met, but Aereth appeared to have one ally in the damn town, as unlikely an ally as he was. And it was obvious that they wanted the same thing. He was going to be on his way when they were finished, as was she. The chances of seeing him again were most likely slim, but that was probably for the best. If the peace between the factions was truly slipping, she might only see him on the other side of a battle in the future. They would share what enjoyment they could, while they could. "Don't make a lady wait..." She whispered. "Or I might run off and start making trouble...." Aereth's laugh followed the teasing, her face lighting up with playful amusement.
 
Procyon grinned at her. She was his sort of woman, most definitely. Calling his mount, a gift from Odyn himself, a combination of wolf and a griffin, which landed directly in front of him. Sliding up into the saddle, he pulled her up and seated her behind him. Grinning at her, he smirked. "So I apologize that he doesn't vibrate like the mechanohogs the gnomes and goblins make, but I figure you're likely excited enough not to need that, and we both are in a hurry enough to want to move faster." Once more as he leaned back to face her, he took her chin in his hands and gave her a toe curling kiss, hot and hungry.

The beast took to the air, and flew quickly towards the Eventide, where behind the shops, a series of expensive looking manors appeared. Taking her to his, he landed their ride, and slipped her off of the beast and into his arms, carrying her like a basket: hands at her back and under her knees. Smiling at her, he carried her into the luxurious home past all the expensive furniture up to his bedroom. Tossing her on the bed, he practically tore his chain mail off leaving him in just a tunic and shorts, his small clothes. Pushing her down onto the bed, he kissed her hungrily, forcefully. He wanted her, he wanted to claim her, tame her. Though not too much. He loved her fiery personality.

His fingers flew along her clothing, pulling things off fast, but making sure not to tear her new clothing too much. Perhaps a little, but not too much. All the while, he kissed her like a man possessed, claiming her mouth and tongue as his until they were both naked. Panting from the heat of his kisses, he said huskily, "I want you, all of you..."
 
Aereth settled her flaming gaze on the mount that arrived, her lips parted slightly. "Well I'll be..." She murmured, not complaining when Procyon pulled her up onto the mount behind him. Her arms naturally wrapped around him, rolling her eyes when he mentioned the vibrations of the mechanohogs. "I don't need the extra vibration," She mused, watching his lips as they approached her. The kiss was filled with promise, making her skin prickle with the anticipation of what their night together would hold. It was certainly not what she had originally expected.

The short journey to his home was forgotten while she lost herself to the taste of his lips, exploring the way his tongue curled around her own eagerly. When the creature landed, she glanced only momentarily to the estate they stood before, interested more in the night elf that pulled her off the beast and into his arms. Aereth didn't notice the furniture or decor within his home, too focused on his face as he walked up the stairs. He interested her greatly, which was saying something for the elf that usually kept to herself. She had a few friends along the years, but she didn't get too close to others. Usually they bored her, or bothered her in some way. But lucky for Procyon, he did neither. Lucky for her as well, she didn't appear to bore him.

A laugh fell from her lips as she landed on the bed, watching him as he discarded his clothes and left himself in nothing but his tunic and shorts. Her eyes were hungrily watching him, wishing he'd discard the rest of what hid him from her view, but before she could complain he was pushing her back and stealing her attention with the warmth of his lips once more. Everything happen in a whirlwind of motions, his lips, her teeth, their hands, her clothes. She heard a few small rips, but she didn't care enough to comment. She took her moment to rid him of his final barriers while he stripped her bare, moaning when their bodies finally met skin to skin. They were both breathing heavily by the time they were laid bare, their hands unable to resist the other as they pushed and pulled for what they wanted. I want you, all of you.. His words sent a shiver down her spine and she grinned, "Take what you want..." She growled, her lips beside his ear, "I'll give you first pick as my first payment..." She added, her hands wrapping around his neck and helping her press her body down the line of his own. It was a promise that she wanted more than a short dance in his bed sheets. She wanted the night to continue on for multiple explorations into their desires.

Aereth's lips trailed down the side of his face, nipping and teasing his skin until she followed through to his neck. A warm, wet tongue tasted the flesh that waited for her, "We'll take turns..." She whispered, blowing her breath across the wet trail she had formed with her tongue. "All. Night...Long...."
 
Procyon loved how her body moved, and her hands touched him ever so deliciously. This was no naive little tavern wench. No, this was a sensual confident woman, well aware of how to take pleasure as well as give it. And that thought alone made his blood boil. Innocent was fine and fun and all, but an experienced lover who knew what she wanted was a treasure indeed. So this would be a wondrous evening indeed. Whispering huskily against her ear, he told her, "I cleared my schedule until lunch time tomorrow, so we can have as much fun as we can both stand, Aereth. I want to explore every little bit of you."

He wondered what he wanted to do first, as she was giving him first choice. A fun idea came to mind as he thought about it. As she was his payment, he would take her as such. Rough and hard, forceful to show her how he was, the sort of man he was. Then as the night went on, he could mellow and allow her to see the other side of him. When he had first met Khora, he had thought that she would be his lover, and now this Sindorei woman knocked the poor young Draenei right out of his head. But truth be told, Sindorei women were a weakness of his. He had had three as lovers, sisters ironically. And nearly married two of them. And while he was friends with two of them still, that faction wall was killer. The last few years of detente had been wonderful, as he got to touch base with them. But Aereth had no such concerns over the last ten years, rather, she was just happy to have a place to stay, and a man to make her feel pleasure. Though, there was always the possibility for more depending on how their chemistry worked out. But the early returns were promising.

Whispering into her ear, he told her firmly in a forceful commanding voice, "Very well then. Before I take my prize, I wish you to do something for me. I want to watch you arouse yourself, you cannot cum, however, I want you on the edge. Your orgasms will come from me tonight, but I wish to watch you at first, before I claim what is mine." He bit hear ear, that spot where all elven races seemed most sensitive. She wanted to play, he was all about playing. It was a healthy addition to lovemaking.
 
As much as they could both stand? "When we're done...I don't want to be able to stand...." She purred.

Aereth waited eagerly for his decision, and when he announced it, she bit her lip, her eyes somewhat wide. That certainly hadn't been what she expected, but it was certainly something she was experienced with. Having kept to herself for most of her time away, she'd needed to handle her own needs. When instructed that she couldn't give herself any form of release, she frowned, her lips pursing then in a pout, "Oh aren't we bossy?" She teased. But her words were cut short when he bit her ear, making her tense up as need shot through her. She was gripping his neck tighter before she melted back against his bed. "You wish to see me....touch myself?" She murmured, her hands resting on her chest. "It's been a long time since I had an audience..." Aereth licked her lips, shifting her green hues to lock with his gaze, holding onto the intensity that was blossoming between them.

Slowly, inch by inch, her fingertips slid down, caressing her flesh until both hands came to rest over her breasts. She yearned to feel his hands, large and warm, over her breasts, and that was what she imagined as she gathered and squeezed the mounds of sensitive flesh. Her fingertips brushed her nipples, perked and ready for his lips, but she made due with a sharp pinch between her nails. Aereth gasped, biting down on her lips while she watched him watch her movements. The heat of his gaze made her body flame, her skin burning and her desire increasing with every passing second. Her hands shifted lower, smoothing over the flat expanse of her abdomen and dipping past her navel to where the real prize rested. Her legs parted, and instead of claiming what she wanted, she slid her hands to her thighs, brushing the heated flesh from the outside to the inside. "I want to feel your touch..." She groaned, nails grazing her inner thighs as she inched towards the molten center of her body. Already she was wet and ready for him, but she knew he wanted to see her push herself to the edge first. The anticipation of such a task made her giddy.

One digit slipped to her slick center, caressing up to cover her bud of nerves with evidence of her arousal. A low and slow moan slipped from her parted lips at the brief touch, but it sealed the deal for her. She wanted to feel it again, and her fingertip began slow circles across her clit. A chill brushed across her bare breasts, and her free hand drifted upward again, searching for the stiff rosy buds that demanded attention. All the while she watched him.
 
Golden eyes fixated on her, never leaving her body or her face. There was something so intimate about this he felt, and he wanted to watch as her body responded, careful to note how she liked to be touched. Each woman was a unique work of art, and wished to be cared for differently. Procyon has always strove to find how a woman wished to be treated and then exceed her expectations. The purr she let out was delicious, and his body shivered in anticipation. Long and thick, his violet hued shaft pulsed softly in time with his heart beat which was increasing as he watched her.

"I assure you," he said firmly, "you won't be able to.. Nor likely walk either for a few days. I have many many plans for you tonight. In addition to your own plans no doubt. And yes, I can be a bit bossy, I thought women liked a man who was assertive, forceful and direct." His voice was teasing even as husky as it was growing now. His own heat was growing, and he knew it. But he wouldn't rush. Moving one of his rough and calloused hands over her soft calf up to her lower thigh, he let her feel his touch against her smooth skin.
 
Aereth released a breathy laugh, her eyes dancing with both her need and passion, but also amusement. "You can be as bossy as you want..." She teased him, her breath catching as his rough hand slid up her calf and inched over her lower thigh. She shuddered, knowing it was only a tease of what he could offer her. Two fingers worked a little faster around her slippery bundle of nerves, starting to increase the pressure that sat deep within her core. She wanted more, she wanted him, and her body instinctively pushed into the touch of his hand on her leg. As she imagined his hands moving farther up her body, she slipped her fingertips back to the center of her desire, slipping a slender digit between her lower lips. "Mm..." She started to struggle with her constantly watching eyes. The need to close them and lose herself to the sensations was growing. But she forced herself to stay watching, her gaze shifting from his face to take in the rest of his body. Of course it lowered to the hardened shaft that seemed to be awaiting the warmth of her body.

The thought tore a moan from her, soft and low, a second finger dipping into her heat with an increased need. The elf started to shift on the bed, her body trying to move in a sensual way against the blankets, back arching just barely off the bed. Two fingers thrust in shallow bursts, caressing her inner walls in a teasing and torturous dance. Such actions would only bring her faster and she wasn't allowed to push herself to her orgasm. The digits pulled out, slick and warm from her arousal as they settled back over her clit, continuing the slow build to her desperately needed release.

A whimpered cry fell from her lips as she writhed beneath her own touch. The fingers that pinched and teased her breasts flattened against her chest, smoothing up the flushed skin to her neck, where they remained flat as she felt the pulse beat beneath the skin. She couldn't push herself over, he didn't want that. Only he could give her an orgasm. Only he could make her cum.

A cry of frustration left her as she paused in her movements, glistening fingers hovering just above her swollen pearl. Her breathing had increased, almost a pant as she brought her gaze back to his face. As she felt herself come down some from the quickly approaching cliff, she started to tease her clit once more, finding that the build up was much quicker. Aereth groaned, turning her face to the side, pressing it into the bed as she squeezed her eyes shut and fought off the desire to break his rules. "Torture..." She gasped, her movements slowing, and her fingers barely brushing her bud. Her body was thoroughly aroused, her desire almost dripping from her center, and her skin flushed with need. How much longer she could last, she didn't know. "Procyon..." She breathed, her eyes heavy lidded as they opened and focused on him again.
 
She was good at what she did, her body was blazing with her intense need. But despite her desperate need to climax, she obeyed his wishes. That made him smile warmly at her as he watch as her body arched and cried out for release. Taking the hand form her core, he brought it to his lips and softly sucked her nectar from the tips, one by one. His eyes were locked on hers, hungry to let her see the pleasure she had given him, and the teasing of his tasting her. But the time for teasing was done, now it was time to give her that release she needed. Whispering to her as he let her now clean fingers slip from his mouth, he told her, "Good girl, you made me very proud with your obedience? Tell me, how hard is it for a proud Sindorei to allow me to control her? And do you like it?" While his voice was firm, in charge, the tone was playful, and kind.
He wasn't the sort of man that liked making women become slaves to him outside of bed, but in bed, he liked the control. To control what she felt and when. Rolling her over onto her belly so that she faced the head board, he pulled her legs up and out so her ass would be nice and high.

Pressing his hardness along her heated entrance dripping with her need, he allow the heat to smooth over his hard cock. Pushing her torso down so that her face turned to the right, he pressed her into the bed forcefully, pinning her beneath him. As she gazed off to the right, she saw the full length wall mirror that would allow her to see everything he did to her. "For our first time, as it is payment, I will take you, hard, like you are my property," his voice was calm controlled, measured. His hard abs rubbed against her taut smooth ass. Finally, it was time. He had teased her to the brink with her own hand, and then again teased her more. "Does my pet like seeing my dark indigo skin against your pale skin? Knowing that what we do is taboo?"

Before she had much chance to answer, he moved his hips sharply and his hard thick shaft drove straight into her until his balls slapped against her soft bottom. He hadn't moved past that, remaining buried inside her hot velvet vice. "Now that's a tight pussy. I love how it feels like it was made for me and only me to fill. Now, my sweet," he teased with that authoritarian voice, "beg for me... beg for my cock to fuck you, to make you cream like that farmer's dairy cow.. Beg me to make you mine..." Still even so, his tone remained playful, wanting to let her know that he was for now, only playing. If it was something she liked, and they continued together, it would be enjoyable to explore together.
 
When she felt his hand wrap around hers, pulling her hand away from where it rested between her legs, her eyes widened slightly. Each time his mouth wrapped around her soaked tips, she shivered, her lips parting in awe as she watched him. Her insides seemed to clench at the erotic scene as he cleaned her fingers one by one. It was his voice and questions that pulled her back to her senses, her gaze blazing as she considered his playful questions. "Not as difficult as it should have been...." She groaned as he rolled her onto her stomach, "And I love it...Something I'd deny outside of this bedroom of yours...." She mused. Aereth should have put up more of a fight when it came to his flirty advances, but he'd lowered her guard and she found herself enjoying the attention. Letting him control her for the moment, it was bringing her more pleasure than she thought it would. His hands molded her body into the position he wanted, and her cheek pressed into the bed beneath them, forcing her to look ahead and see the mirror that gave her a full view of the both of them.

She had been distracted by the contrast of their bodies when he pressed the hardened tip of his erection against her slick entrance. It was a painful tease, making her body quiver with need. Aereth was pinned beneath him as he taunted her body with his closeness. She stifled another frustrated cry, forcing herself to watch him in the mirror as he spoke. Taboo. She thought about the ridicule and comments her prior companions would make if they knew of her current actions. But as she thought about it, she realized she didn't care. It was thrilling to think that they were breaking social traditions and following only what their own bodies and minds desired. She considered answering him, but before any words could form between her lips, he thrust deeply, ripping a strangled cry from her throat. The ability to watch the way his body moved in the mirror only intensified the sensations. She was already so close to the edge from her own hand, the addition of his thick shaft was going to drive her insane.

But he didn't move, remaining buried deeply within her. Aereth bit down on her lower lip, crying out in frustration when he remained still. That playful, yet firm voice was back, and she felt the need to obey what he asked of her, if only to get what she needed. "Please...." She gasped, her body squirming slightly beneath his firm hold and strong muscles, "Fuck me....Just move, damn it!" She gripped the blankets that covered his bed, her face still pressed into the bed. "Fuck me hard...Please! Hard. Fast." She needed the friction, the force. Whatever he could give her, she would take. "Let me cum...I need...I need you..." Despite his playful tone, she wasn't playing. She was desperate for release and she didn't care how he gave it to her. She just needed it.
 
The sensation of her body as it shook in undisguised desperate need was provocative and incredibly arousing. She wanted the same thing he did, her release, and his own. But he wanted to give her more than one, which was why he brought her to this point and kept her there as long as he could. Denial of pleasure only made it that much sweeter when it came. Her words fueled him further, driving his need for her to the highest level he could remember ever feeling for another. "Of course, my sweet," he teased her, "I wouldn't deny you forever. I just wanted to hear you beg... It excites me like you can't imagine.." And then he started to move at last. The first stroke was slow, but only the first one. Almost instantly, he rutted in her powerfully as forcefully as he held her in place. Each thrust was a microcosm of the hunger he felt for her, tempered by the heat and pressure of her furnace that gripped his sword. They were meant for one another so far as he could tell. There bodies in near perfect harmony already, and they had only had a few thrusts so far. What would it be like when they got to know one another? But those were thoughts for another time. Being a beast master, everyone always teased him that he preferred animals as lovers. No, he would always correct them. He was masterful beast with the women he did bed. And he was particular about the sort of women he bedded. They had to have something... special about them, something that ignited his passions.

Each thrust grew stronger and more powerful, seeking to give her the release she craved. He knew it wouldn't be long. When it would come, he would keep fucking her hard through it, but he would let her up off the bed, only to pull her back up against his chest, using her long golden mane. She would want to touch him, to feel his skins with hers, and he would give that to her. Even rutting into her as hard as he was. The rising blaze of his own passion would keep the pace frenetic, intense. For her to feel just how much she aroused him. How desperate his own need for her was.

Once her orgasm would subside, he would slow his pace, letting her cool down a little, and prolonging his chance to remain hard. The longer to please he with. Wrapping his arm around her, he cupped a breast, teasing he nipples as she had done when masturbating. He had watched intently, to see just how she liked it. Leaning his mouth over her shoulder, his hand still tightly wound in her hair, he kissed her neck feverishly, biting and sucking her skin. There would be a mark in the morning, but that was fine. He loved the idea of marking her as his woman.
 
Only a small hint of relief settled in her when he said he wouldn't deny her forever. Followed by the real relief, his shifting movements. His first stroke, agonizingly slow, surprised her, but when he pulled back she knew what was coming. Each thrust of his length was powerful, rocking her to her very core. Her body had no choice but to take each stroke he delivered even as she cried out and shook beneath him. As she had originally assumed, it took her no time at all to reach the brink of her release, and she came with a loud moan. Her orgasm was sweet and overwhelming, her entire body tensing as a tidal wave of pleasure overcame her. While it didn't seem possible, her slick walls tightened considerably around him as he continued to thrust, throwing her into another wave of bliss.

She felt movement, his hands pulled her back off the bed, fingers tangled in her hair as she leaned into his solid mass. She was seeing stars, her eyes dazed and her heart beat frantic as she rode the waves of her orgasm, so much more powerful than what she'd expected. He slowed his pace slightly, which as she came down from her high, she was thankful for, because already she felt the build up towards what she knew would be more mind blowing pleasure. Aereth had melted back into him, her hands slowly rising to reach behind her and touch his face. Her head fell to the side, exposing her neck as she shuddered in his grasp. He'd paid attention to her earlier actions, his fingers tweaking her nipples and sending bolts of desire straight to her core. "Yes..." She hissed. With her head thrown to the side as it was, it gave him the perfect area to suckle and bite, making her whimper and moan softly as he continued to stroke her deeply. Some voice in the back of her head told her she should be irritated by the night elf marking her light skin, but she slammed a door in the face of such a voice, choosing to embrace the moment and think of nothing. She wanted to feel. And he gave her everything she wanted. Even as she was paying him.

There was truly no payment. No business arrangement. Their tangle of limbs was rooted in something beyond simple payments. With his hand tightly wound into the strands of her silken hair, she felt like he truly controlled her, but for the first time that didn't bother her. Her entire existence had been a battle of being controlled, whether by her factions, or her addiction, and they had always made her bitter. The control he had over her in his bed was something else entirely. It was exhilarating and freeing. Something she was happy to explore time and time again. A hand that stroked his face reached farther, wrapping in his own hair blindly, grasping the strands as a way to ground herself from the mounting friction. "Another...." She gasped. He had wanted to be the giver of her pleasure, so she would tell him what she wanted. And she wanted more, and she was going to get it.

While her one hand remained tangled in his hair, the other smoothed down the side of his body, blindly following the hard muscles as far as she reach, while she simultaneously focused on the push and pull of their bodies as they continued to build towards their releases. "Procyon..." She moaned, her nails digging in just slightly where they touched his body.
 
Procyon marveled at how they looked in the mirror together, as he turned them to face it, his thrusts weren't slowing much, and her as forceful as ever. But with their positions changed now, they were both up right, she resting on the bed with her knees, and he on the floor behind her. Both of them had their hands in the others hair, and it made for an erotic tangle of creamy skin, blonde hair, indigo skin and long white mane. Where one of them ended, and the other began was blurred by the intense motions of they bodies as they gave the other pleasure. Even though he was dominating her technically, their position being such as it was, in truth they were more equals. Both giving of themselves so that the other got what they needed. The heat between them was intense, skin heated and growing darker with the flush of their pleasure : for her a lovely reddish hue, on him, his skin turned nearly black.

As his body raced towards finishing, he backed off on the pace some, if not the hard depth of his thrusts. There was nothing to be gained by rushing to climax, in fact everything to be lost. He knew from talking to other men, that so long as the man finished, they could care less about their lover. How rude could the men of the various races be towards women they claimed to cherish? Procyon had a simple philosophy when it came to a lover: give her what she wants and needs first, and she will give you what you need for a lifetime. So as a result while he had slowed the pace, he actually increased the stimulation against her little nub. Fingers continuing to pleasure her nipples. Noting how she had reacted to his assault on her neck, he increased it and started to give her harder kisses and nibbles, especially at her sensitive ears.

His voice was soft and hot against her ear as he spoke to her, "Cum for me, my pet... Cum for your hunter... I need to feel you climax on me again before I will fill you with my hot seed. You want that, right?" He was teasing her slightly he knew. But to reward her for his teasing, he increased his pace once more, keeping the extra stimuli in place. Her climax was of the utmost importance to him as he started to pound into her harder than ever.
 
Aereth had known from the intensity of his gaze that he was going to be a good lover. But to find out just how good? It was an exhilarating surprise. He knew every button to press and when to press them, successfully turning her into putty that he could have twisted for his own amusement. He hadn't as of yet, for which she knew she was lucky. Aereth would have memories of their little adventure together for years to come, that much she was sure of. She wasn't exactly one to rate her past lovers, but if she had, she didn't think there was a single one that could stand up to the night elf that teased and pleasured her.

Her breasts throbbed from the continued stimulation he gave, her sensitive bud sending shocks straight to her core. Aereth's body was burning from every inch of skin that he touched. Every thrust, regardless of speed or depth, made her cry out. It had come to the point where a steady stream of moans had begun while he kissed and nibbled along her neck and ears. Aereth momentarily believed that she could die by pleasure, but his voice sliced through her muddled thoughts.

He wanted her to climax, again, which was exactly what her body was begging for. A shiver assaulted her when she heard the teasing comment he whispered. "Yes...." She gasped, arching against him as his pace increased, pushing her in a speeding spiral towards that special place. She imagined his own release, filling her with his seed in ways that would make other blood elves turn away in disgust, and it thrilled her. Aereth clutched onto him where fingers tangled in his hair, and her other hand dug into the skin of his side. "I..." She choked on her words, her body strung tight as a bow string, her eyes wide as she felt her climax overpower all thoughts or emotions. Aereth's body tightened around him in a vice like grip, her release pulsing around him as he continued his powerful strokes, each thrust easier as she soaked his shaft in her release. "Cum inside me...." She whispered breathlessly, her body still quaking in his arms as aftershocks continued their onslaught. Every time he filled her she felt another wave of ecstasy burn through her, leaving her panting and hardly able to breathe. "Let me have all of you..." She groaned, her body grinding back into him as he thrust, their bodies an impossible tangle of contrasting hues and limbs.

To think it was only round one that they were experiencing with each other made her whimper, her eyes clenching shut at the images that started to flash through her mind. They had until the following day. He had delayed his plans to ensure that they had plenty of time to explore and pleasure each other. She planned to take advantage of every moment she had with him, because she figured the chances of experiencing such carnal abandon again was rare.
 
Her second climax was sublime, as she clenched him even tighter than before, which raised his own heat by several degrees. It made it harder for him to keep going as she cooled down, and soon the point was moot. Her voice begging him to place his seed in her was so powerful, that almost on command, his shaft started to twitch inside her. Heavy spurts of his seed erupted in perhaps the most intense orgasm he had ever enjoyed in his long lifetime as he literally shook and trembled near uncontrollably against her back. The moan that came out was deep and loud, rattling the windows in its power. Once he was finished filling her with his love, he let her free, and withdrew.

Flopping down onto the bed, he pulled her to him to cuddle. "So," he teased, "how was your first taste of dark meat?" His breath came in ragged bursts, as he panted from the heat of their coupling. "That was...beyond anything I could even imagine.. And we have all night to learn how to make it even better," he told her softly, his voice tender and sweet. "Where have you been all my life? I might just need to keep you," while he was teasing her still, the sense that he meant that on some level was there in his tone. Cradling her head against his chest, his large dark hand caressed her soft golden hair gently. "I could so get used to this, Aereth," he told her. Chuckling slightly, he grinned at her, before telling her, "My mounts would certainly thank you for working off the extra weight of my armor." It was his turn to tease himself.

Lifting her chin up, he gazed deep into her eyes as he kissed her once more, soft and soulful, he wanted her to know how much more than just sex the experience with her had been. To call what they had just shared as strangers, sex, was to call a dragon an iguana. It was woefully inadequate. Not that he could think of words that wouldn't pale by comparison.
 
A sense of satisfaction overcame her as she felt his body shaking behind her, finally meeting his own climax. His moan made her insides twist in the most pleasant of ways, her heart beat jumping. Their first joining had been better than she was sure either of them expected, and when he released her, she curled into a ball on his bed, her head spinning. Having him fill her with his seed had been deeply fulfilling and she shivered just remembering the feel of him losing himself within her. When she felt his arms behind her, she straightened, letting him pull her back into a cuddling embrace. "Dark meat..." She laughed, her voice still breathless as she had yet to recover from her climax. "I fear I may have a second addiction.." She teased him back, glancing up into his golden hues.

Aereth rested her head against his chest, liking the rumble of his laughter as it reverberated through him. "We have all night and morning to continue this adventure..." She mused, "You might not want to let me go by the time we're finished..." She teased him, shifting when his finger lifted her chin up. Their lips met and she found herself leaning into him, shocked at the strange connection they seemed to be blossoming between them. Had they truly just met? "I believe I've been making snowmen for ten years...Before that..well...I've been around..." She murmured when she broke away from the kiss. "You've opened my eyes to new possibilities..." Aereth confessed, brushing her lips across his own in gentle teasing. Her heart was slowly started to return to a normal pace of beating, and her lungs were no longer struggling for air. Her skin had even settled into a lighter blush as her body came to a more relaxed state.

"I should get myself kicked out of Inns more often..." Aereth said with a laugh, pressing a kiss to his chest before resting her head back down where it had just been. The darker skin of his body was truly a startling contrast to her own and she marveled at the exotic beauty their coupling had shown her. "I suppose leaving that snowy hell was a better choice than I thought it would be..." She commented, thinking about what on earth she would be doing if she hadn't left for the city. Aereth shifted at his side, throwing her leg over his body so she could straddle him, resting her cheek against the broad expanse of his chest, while her hands laid on either side of his body. "Where is it that you're going tomorrow?" She inquired, lifting her head so her chin rested on his chest and she looked up at him.
 
Procyon chuckled at her words, she was right, he knew. If their sex was going to be this awesome, and the strange bond he felt for her persisted after they were sated, there was a very good chance he'd want her to stay with him. But was that fair to her? His lifestyle in the woods of Azeroth was one that would take him from her regularly. It was why none of his relationships ever lasted. What woman was content to wait six months or more for her man to come home, only to leave a month or two later for another "urgent mission." Was it truly fair to ask her to accept that? Then she kissed his chest and all thoughts left his mind.

Clutching her tighter, he let the soft heat of her body relax him, even as it stirred deeper feelings of intimacy. When he spoke it was soft and gentle, though likely it would sound loud to her with her ear against his chest, "And what if I don't want to let you leave? Could you be happy with me? I mean I am a hunter, and Huntmaster of the Unseen Path. As a knight of the Alliance, I often get sent to deal with the things others can't. You'd either be alone here for sometimes weeks sometimes months. Or out in the field with me if you feel up to traveling hard and fast. There is a reason I don't have a woman. It's a hard thing to ask of one, especially when we are supposed to be enemies."

He stroked her hair gently, enjoying the silky of feel her lustrous hair. "You're so beautiful, Aereth, I could hold you like this forever. I can't believe how incredibly we just made love, being strangers an hour ago. It's like you knew just what i liked, and vice versa. If I asked you to stay, would you?" He kissed her forehead tenderly as he looked down towards her, wanting to see her reaction and if she looked up, he wanted to be able to see her face, her eyes.
 
She contemplated what he said, understanding that many women regardless of race, wouldn't want to sit around waiting for their love or lover to return home. And then only for short periods of time. Was that something she could see herself doing? Aereth considered the idea and when he mentioned that they were supposed to be enemies she tensed slightly. What was coming for them? He had already told her that the shaky peace was coming to an end. What would happen when it did?

His words surprised her and she lifted her head so she could see him. If he asked her to stay? She didn't know what she was doing now that she had left Northrend, but would she settle to stay with him? If the peace broke and she did travel with him, that seemed a dangerous situation for them both. Misunderstandings could be made on both sides of the battles to come. But traveling together was not likely something that would benefit them in the long run. Even if they did desire to be with each other. They were better off meeting in neutral territories. Her eyes were filled with interest and curiosity, gazing up at him to find that he wasn't joking. "If you asked me to stay?" She was without words to express herself properly and she wasn't sure she liked it. Aereth always had something to say. "I..don't know..." She answered honestly, running her hands up his sides until they rested on his shoulders. "I hadn't decided what to do after leaving Northrend..." She glanced away, "Nobody is expecting me to report anywhere...."

A sigh escaped her, "But what if things turn south between our factions again? What would that mean?" She lowered her lips to his chest again, "Would such an arrangement prove dangerous for us?" Aereth trailed open mouthed kisses across his chest, inching higher until she was in front of his lips. "I believe the chances of me saying yes....are rather high...." She mused, "Regardless of the consequences..." Her lips brushed along his own, tasting his tiers before parting them with her tongue. Aereth engaged him in a deeply sensual tangle of lips and tongue, drawing a moan from herself before pulling away. "Waiting for you to return would be most painful if you were to ask me...." She whispered. "And while short trips at your side would prove satisfying...since I do enjoy an adventure...once the peace is over...it would not be safe...."
 
Listening to her, the night elf nodded slowly. Nothing she said was wrong or not something on his own mind as well. Considering her words, Procyon was quiet for several long moments. When he answered, he wanted his thoughts to be organized. That was hard given how much she aroused him even still as they were just cuddling. "I know it would be hard for you especially, but us in general. I think so long as the Council of Arch Mages stays intact and in control of Dalaran, you are safe here regardless. I have been working for Khadgar now for going on five years as we have sought to end the threats presented by the Iron Horde of the untainted Draenor in some strange alternate time line, the following that world's Guldan here to the Broken Shore, where the Legion invaded once again. In that initial battle, both War Chief Vol'jin and King Varian Wrynn fell. Which is how Sylvanas came to be his hand picked successor. Through the war here, and to the defeat of the Legion on Argus itself. I think he owes me a favor or three."

"Traveling outside of the Broken Isles could be problematic as you say. Likely as not, should we get serious with one another, I am certain that I could get King Anduin to give his blessing to us to get married. That way, at least my side would know you're not an enemy. And at least among hunters from your side, I am relatively safe as well. With my attitudes towards your people and the Tauren, I have earned a little respect, since I don't shoot on sight, but rather to defend myself and my companions. So if they leave me alone, I leave them alone. If more people did that, we would have fewer wars," he said in a soft gentle voice.

As he held her, he kissed her tenderly before adding, "I know we're a long ways from that level of interest in one another, so don't worry no blade point weddings in your future." While he was serious, he was also teasing her. He wanted her to understand that while he did the larger picture, he knew that having just met, no matter how strong the bond was, being great in bed together was a long ways to being married.
 
"Or three?" She laughed softly. Procyon started to talk about much more serious scenarios, but she let him, not letting the thoughts on the future scare her away. They were reasonable things to consider after all. She could admit that she wasn't ready to call their meeting a one night stand. Aereth wanted more of what he could offer her, even if she wasn't sure what exactly it was he could offer her. "You don't scare me, Hunt Master..." She teased him, trailing her lips along his jaw. "But I do think you're bragging a bit..." Aereth laughed again. "So many favors..so much influence..." She mused, her eyes dancing as she regarded him. "You keep talking like that and I'll press a blade to your throat and demand a proposal..." To enforce her tease she nipped at his neck with her teeth.

He was thorough in his thoughts and that made her believe that he didn't do anything without first considering the effects of his choices. That meant he was a safer choice among lovers. He didn't appear to be reckless. She could respect that. Aereth often found herself doing very stupid things when a rash decision took her focus. Procyon might be a good influence, but it was too early to tell. For all she knew he could be just as reckless when he was on the Hunt, though she truly doubted it. He wasn't a shoot first, question later. That much he had admitted to her already. He didn't fight for the sake of fighting, but for protection. For what was right. That earned him another kiss, her body warming against his own as the moments ticked by. "You interest me, Procyon..." Aereth admitted, her lips curling in a small smile. "And not just because of your skills in bed..."

A mischievous edge seemed to form in her gaze as she sat up, her legs spread wide as she straddled him. "I think it's time for another form of payment..." She suggested, "This time...it's my choice..." Aereth purred, slowly kissing her way down his dark chest and abdomen. "I want to taste my dark meat..." She teased, using his earlier phrasing. A breathy laugh escaped her lips as she scooted down his body, rising to bring herself between his legs so she was staring at the source of her interest. Her hands rested on each of his thighs and as she made eye contact with him, she abruptly shoved his thighs open wider, giving her plenty of space to sink between them. "Do you accept the terms of payment two?" She asked, still playfully using the earlier joke.
 
Smiling broadly as she spoke, he felt a warmth inside, knowing they could talk about things and not just have fantastic mind blowing sex. Given the complexity of the world situation, if they were going to become more than just lovers, it would take a lot of work. He felt happy to know that she found him interesting for more than just sex. Had he been bragging? It was certainly possible. Spend enough time out in the wild with only your pets to keep you company, your sense of propriety in regards to manners was likely to slip a little. "Taste me you say? My what a little tigress I seem to have captured," he teased her.

His hand moved to her hair wanting to feel it through his fingers. "I would be a fool to dismiss such payment, thus I accept," he kept the joke running. Truth was that her mere presence would have been enough payment for him. Of course, it was only a joke between them to give them an excuse to have different sorts of sex and tease one another, and he liked that playfulness between them.

As she gazed up him, their eyes met and locked, and he grinned. "Besides," he told her jokingly, "who said anything about you needing a knife to get a proposal? You could always just offer it as further payment." He gave her a sly wink. Sighing contentedly, he ran his hand along her cheek tenderly. The prize she sought was already semi-hard and her presence in front of it was only moving it to hard quickly.
 
Aereth grinned, her eyes sharp and focused on him as his length began to harden for her eager lips. "Don't get greedy with your payments now..." She teased, her breath warm as it brushed over the head of his swelling shaft. Her gaze shifted, attention moving on to the prize in front of her, so close to where her tongue slipped out, licking her own lips in anticipation. She could see where he still glistened from their combined climaxes, and she wondered how they tasted together. Aereth teased his balls with her fingers as she moved to grip his base firmly, deciding to stroke him several times in slow, careful motions before she gave herself what she wanted. Her small hand was a strange contrast as it wrapped around his darkly hued skin. Night and day. The Sun and the Moon. The differences between them obvious, but their desires the same.

As he grew more firm and heavy in her hand, she knew what he was awaiting. A small bead of precum seeped from the tip of him and she smiled as she lowered her lips to hover above him. "My first taste..." She breathed, her tongue flicking out to capture the drop of his aroused state. Aereth released a moan, trying to further push him before she even really touched him. "Are you paying me...or am I paying you?" The elf whispered playfully, her eyes locking with his own once more as she remained only centimeters from his erection.

She prolonged the wait even longer, stroking him with just her thumb, while the rest of her hand held him tightly. "Mmmm..." She hummed, acting as if she was closely inspecting a prized possession, her lips appearing to get closer before inching away once more. Her breath continued to brush his sensitive skin as she teased him, making him wait for the moment where she'd encase his manhood with the warmth of her mouth. When finally she had enough, her own needs outweighing her desire to tease him, she released him from her hand and drew her tongue from the base to the tip. Their combined flavors made her groan and as she reached the tip of his length, she lowered her mouth over him, allowing him to sink into her wet warmth. Her lips were firm around him as she took him inch by inch, her eyes fluttered closed as she sucked the remainder of their orgasms from his cock.
 
Procyon moaned from her teasing. She was good at this, he could tell. She had his body on fire, despite the power of his climax only moments earlier. The more she teased him, the harder his manhood grew. The soft purr of her voice was like soft fur against his skin and he shivered when she asked who was paying whom. The truth of course, was far past that. This was about them, and about the passion they drew from one another. While the whole payment thing was a fun game for them, this had become very intense and potentially very serious almost insanely fast. Not that he minded. A lover like her was rare, and that she was his lover and he hers was nearly as arousing as what she was doing to him at that moment.

Trying to control his breathing as she worked his length with practiced skill, his fingers sought out her hair as he played with it gently. “Aereth,” he moaned her name. When her mouth finally took him into it, his toes curled in pleasure and the moan grew even deeper. “Where have you been my entire life?” he asked her heatedly. Looking down across his body, he watched her as she worked on him. His entire being seemed to be wrapped up in the length of his hard thick shaft, which in turn was wrapped with her lips and mouth.

His body trembled, as he resisted the urge to move his hips against her mouth, preferring to let her explore him on her terms for the moment. With the pleasure she was giving him, why ruin her enjoyment? It wasn't something that seemed particularly fair to him. His moans grew louder the more she explored him, and soon his body was shaking with pleasure.
 
All time for teasing had been long past and Aereth had only one goal in mind. She wanted to feel Procyon quivering beneath her lips as she sucked him long and hard. She could feel his fingers tangled in her hair and she liked them there, along with the moans that fell from his lips. Something about a man being vocal about his pleasure turned her on. Her gaze shifted to look up at him just as he focused on her as well, their gazes locking as she kept her lips firmly wrapped around his shaft. When she felt the first tremble of his body beneath her, she silently cheered, delighted by the effect she was having on the night elf. She knew one thing, she didn’t plan to stop until he was fully unraveled and unable to hold back his climax. Aereth was used to lovers that were more selfish, so she was just loving every moment that Procyon controlled himself with her. She knew he must want to take control, but he didn’t. Which got him an even better reward.

Her explorations of his sex continued, her tongue swirling around his tip as her head rose before she sunk down along his length again. She continued in a perfect rhythm, building his pleasure to ever growing heights. When his body started to quake with the sensations she was causing she used one hand to cup his tender and sensitive balls. Aereth suspected he wouldn’t last much longer, not as she continued her merciless pursuit to please him. She hummed against her full mouth, sending vibrations straight through him, her eyes rolling back as she gained much pleasure from his taste and fullness between her lips. Aereth didn’t hesitate or stop for a moment until his breathing shifted and she felt the first pulse against her tongue. Wicked eyes glanced up at him as she sucked him deeply, pushing him to the very back of her throat just as he lost all control and his body found its climax. Swallow after swallow she drank him down, her eyes watching his face contort and slowly relax. When the throbbing release ended she took her time to lick him clean, her hands sliding over his muscular thighs as she came to sit between his legs more comfortably.

"Mmm...I believe you asked me where I've been all your life?" She teased, crawling up his body until she was resting against his chest. "Obviously in the wrong places at the wrong times..." Aereth answered with a playful grin, "Otherwise I would have been right here enjoying you." She dropped a kiss to his chest, her lips lingering against the warm flesh.
 
Procyon couldn't remember a happier moment than this, and in the days and months to come, he would need moments like this to remind him that despite everything that had happened, and would happen, most horde, like Aereth, were good people. Having fought along side them for two years now, the idea of them as enemies wasn't something he really had thought would happen again. But as they lay together entangled in one another, relaxing after wonderful love making. Their peace was about to be shattered, perhaps irrevocably. Lifting her chin up, he leaned down to kiss her across his body. "I am glad you are here now," he told her honestly. What he hadn't counted on was the interruption they were about to get. The small snowy owl flew in through the small window to the terrace by the spring in the back and landed on a bedpost. That couldn't be good. Turning his gaze at the owl, he scowled. "This can't be good," he sighed... "Yes, Snowfeather, lets see what news Emmarel sends me that is so dire it couldn't wait till morning?" Taking the soft rolled vellum from the owl's leg, he opened it and started to read.

As he read, if it was possible for a Night Elf to go pale, he was the one at that moment. As that happened, the door downstairs was being pounded urgently. A single stray tear ran from his golden eyes along her masculine and scarred cheek. The letter fluttered from his hand as he fell silent a long moment. "The peace is over," he told her in a soft voice, "as we speak the Horde is burning Teldrassil, my home.. King Wrynn is calling a war council in Stormwind, to plan our retaliation." He sighed and looked at his lover. "Our world will burn. By defeating the Legion, and removing the threat to Azeroth, apparently its allowed our leaders to reignite old hatreds..." Pulling her to him, he kissed her softly. Whispering, the pain in his voice clear, "I don't know how this will affect our being able to be in public together. You're not responsible or complicit in this act of war.. but your people were there." Standing up slowly, he threw the robe on to cover his nakedness as he went downstairs to answer the door. There in the doorway stood the grizzled old Archmage, Khadgar.

If the Hunt Master was surprised to see him, he didn't show it.. "Come in, Archmage. I would have you know I have company this evening. Company who will need your protection. I've earned that much I think..." he told the human wizard. He turned to walk into his home beckoning the wizard to follow. Arriving at the foot of the stairs, he turned slowly to the man. "I know about Teldrassil. Huntress Shadowarden sent word already. It seems that there is no rest for those of us who value this world of ours. The Night Elf's ears twitched in irritation. He had been so happy just moments before. A happiness he deserved. Yet now, now all the joy was like ashes in his mouth. And Aereth deserved far better than to have all the wonderful emotions she evoked in him destroyed by a single act. But it never was really a single act, was it. Already, the Alliance planned retribution. And of course, that would mean more from the Horde, and it would feed upon itself until nobody would remember or care what they were fighting over so long as they killed those who months earlier were sharing drinks with them in the Order Halls.

Khadgar looked at the elf before him, and his heart went out to him. He had heard rumors that he brought a Sindorei woman home from the Legerdemain`. News traveled fast in Dalaran. Still, the timing was terrible. Nodding, he sighed softly, and told the hunter, "I will make sure she is safe. The Kirin Tor still control this place, and to us, you are both citizens of Azeroth. I can't promise how it will be outside of this sanctuary however. Even as we speak you know that Genn Greymane is counseling the young King to strike directly at Sylvanas. War is still here, it seems... The destruction of our world seemed to bring out the best of all sides... Now that the threat has been averted by the greatest heroes of our age.. All that good will seems forgotten. We may have done all this in vain."

Procyon shook his head. "No," he said firmly, "I refuse to believe that. Most of the Horde are good people. Not all are going to sit idly by and let Sylvanas destroy what we fought so hard for. And Anduin is smarter than to let Genn do the same. It's times like this that cooler heads must prevail. Or else all the sacrifices made in the Wound were for nothing." The Hunt Master was referring to the ritual some weeks ago to repair the wound created by the Blade of Sargeras. When he and the other Order leaders had sacrificed much of their artifact weapons power to heal the damage done to Azeroth. "Now, if you couldn't send a messenger to the King, let him know I will be there, in the morning. I must rest if I am going to war." Pausing as took a step up the stairs before turning back to Khadgar, "And a gentleman does not leave a lady at a time like this."
 
Laying among Procyon's arms she was at ease, but the sudden interruption put her on edge, especially when she heard his muttering that the arrival of the owl couldn't be a good thing. Aereth watched him, eyes analyzing the emotions that crossed into his expression. The news certainly wasn't good. The peace is over. Aereth's eyes widened and her lips parted in shock, "W-What?" She muttered in disbelief. She heard a sudden pounding from downstairs and she pressed a hand to Procyon's cheek. The Horde was burning his home, starting a war and igniting a hatred that they had all been able to ignore for so long. Aereth was shocked, her eyes still wide as he pulled her into his arms, explaining how he didn't know how it would effect their ability to be in public together. They were suddenly enemies - in the matter of hours, their relationship had just become much more difficult. Aereth watched him as he pulled away, pulling a robe on as he left his room to answer the door. Aereth just remained in his bed, pulling her legs up to her chest as she considered what the war would mean. "Damn it all.." She hissed under her breath.

She wrapped a sheet around her nude body and slowly made her way down the hall, peeking around the corner to see her lover talking to an archmage. Company who will need your protection. Aereth frowned, did he speak of her? The last thing she wanted was to be an extra burden on him or his friends. She could feel and see the pain in Procyon. Their entire world was shifting and she feared there was little she could do to help him. It seemed his conversation with the archmage was ended as he took a step up the stairs. She didn't want him to know she was standing there eavesdropping, so she backed up and quickly went back to his room.

Sitting on the end of his bed, she held the sheet around herself still. She felt suddenly vulnerable and unsure of what to do. She felt no true ties to the monsters that were burning his home. Not really. She'd been apart from all of the chaos for so long, she barely understood what was happening before the peace was suddenly destroyed. Aereth looked up when Procyon returned to the room, her gaze full of emotions she wasn't sure what to do with. "Come..." She whispered, holding her arms out, beckoning him to her side so she could do whatever was in her power to soothe his pain.
 
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