Warcraft: Interspecies Relations (X-rated smut)
Posted: 2006-10-12 05:14pm
*shrugs* You have been warned. Little kids, run along.
Warcraft: Interspecies Relations (M/F)
"All right, what's going on here?"
"Your lordship, I was attempting to balance-"
"Sir, I was trying-"
"Hold it, hold it, hold it," Bendux said, waving his hands for emphasis. "You first."
"Sir, I was pushing my cart up the hill when this fool-"
"It was-"
"Quiet!"
"When this fool slammed his wheelbarrow into it and knocked it over!"
"Now, what's your story?"
"This idiot came tearing around the corner and I couldn't help slamming into him!"
Bendux sighed. "How long have your two been standing here arguing?"
The two men looked at each other. "Uh...five, six minutes?" one tried.
Bendux resisted the temptation to swat one of them and quickly recited the Rose Thorn under his breath. "Stop arguing and start cleaning up this mess," he said firmly. When they both inhaled to protest he raised his hands to forestall them. "It's a little accident," he said. "Things like this happen every day. Pick up your possessions; go your separate ways, and in fifteen minutes you'll have forgotten this ever happened." Bendux waited until the pair had quietly started picking up the various scattered pieces of pottery and cloth before nodding in satisfaction and turning to move off into the throng of people.
Stormwind trade district was, as usual for a sunny afternoon, utterly packed. And smelly. And loud. Dozens of vendors were set up hawking their wares and an endless flow of incomprehensible babble was emanating from the auction house. Bendux wormed his way through the crowd, no mean feet for a man six feet tall, two hundred and twenty pounds, and wearing a partial set of steel plate. The crowd was mostly human, though Bendux saw more than a few dwarves and gnomes and even the occasional night elf, their slender, haunting beauty making them stand out from the rest of the mass of bodies.
Then again, I suppose I stand out quite a bit myself, he thought with a grin. The average citizen of Stormwind – and by extension, Azeroth – tended towards lightly tanned skin and sandy brown hair. By contrast, Bendux's skin was far darker and his hair jet-black, both signs of his ancestry in Kul Tiras. Since coming to Stormwind he'd grown a fashionable moustache and pulled his shoulder-length hair into a loose queue, as regulated by the Order of the Silver Hand.
The paladin idly wandered about the district for some time and was about to begin wandering over to the cathedral for afternoon mass when he felt a tentative tap on his shoulder and a soft female voice said in heavily accented Arathae, "excuse, please?" Ben turned, coming face to face with a pair of enormous breasts. Blinking, he looked up into a large set of luminescent blue eyes set in a flawless oval face. He swallowed. The woman was a draenei, the newest signatories of the Alliance. This was the first Ben had ever seen up close.
"Yes? Do you need help, miss?" he asked.
She licked her rich, full lips in a moment of confusion. "You help find this?" she asked carefully as she extended a slim hand. Bendux took the piece of paper she held and read the scrawling on it. It was an address he didn't know, although he did recognize the street name and knew it was in the section of Stormwind that had recently been converted into the mage district.
Ben nodded. "Yes, I can take you there," he said before he'd realized he was even speaking.
She smiled broadly. "Thank you! I am not here long, I went lost." Her voice was intoxicating, the vowels coming from deep in her throat and her tongue cut the sharper consonants short.
Ben smiled. "Stormwind is a pretty big place," he agreed, his inner control reasserting itself a bit. "When I first came here I got lost too. Come on, we need to head this way." He started walking towards the fringes of the crowd and she followed.
He studied her as they walked. She was tall, easily breaking eight feet and approaching nine with skin a dusky blue color. A pair of delicately curved bone ridges sprouted from the midpoint of her skull and curved backward to frame her long indigo hair. Somewhere in that hair smooth as silk, four long, thin tendrils of flesh swept forward to frame her face, trailing all the way down to lay across the color of her silvery robe. Beneath the hem, her hooves were the color of polished iron. Though every part of her was in proportion, she was built on a heroic scale, her heavy breasts pressing the fabric of her robe forward and her bottom perfectly rounded. A delicate tail the length of his forearm swayed to and fro from the small of her back in an almost hypnotic fashion.
As they left the crush of the crowd, she turned and gently tapped the shoulder of his armor. "You are paladin?" she asked.
He nodded. "For thirteen years," he said. Then he extended his hand. "My name is Bendux."
Slim as it was, her hand engulfed his. "I am Saphyre," she said, carefully stressing the 'y' sound. Her other hand pressed itself to her ample bosom. "I am mage." She smiled radiantly and Ben felt his heart skip a beat.
"How did you come to be in Stormwind?" he asked conversationally.
"I am making study," she replied. "Draenei elders want us to learn from others. Night elves do not practice arcane so…I come here. I am still student," she clarified.
"I see," he replied. "How long have you been here?"
"One week and half," she answered after a moment of thought. "Use of magic here is different from home. Back on Exodar magic is delicate thing, with careful use. It is little. Small. Here, magic is..." she paused for thought. "Magic is used wild. Mages use magic every time. It is hard to keep up with study, I am not used to using so much energy." She smiled and Ben found it impossible to not smile along with her. They had reached the canals by now, the buzz of the crowd far behind them, and as they passed over the bridge she turned to look out across the water with a small sigh. "This city," she said softly, "it is thing of great beauty."
"Thank you," he replied, not knowing what else to say.
"Exodar is beautiful," she continued, "but it is in different way. Stormwind is...is...it is so big and open!" She spread her arms to take in the entire wide-open expanse before them. "There is so much light here, from the sky and from the water. There is so much to see and feel here," she added, running her hands over the stone railing. "This is holy place," she all but whispered.
Bendux was silent. Even though her words bordered on the nonsensical, the reverence and pure joy in her voice had stilled him. He'd grown used to Stormwind over the past years, so used to it that everything had long since become mundane. But for a moment, he again saw the city as he had the first time he'd seen it, a tall, gleaming creation of whitewashed stone that seemed to reach up to the sky itself.
"You know," he said slowly, "the first time I visited Darnassus, I wandered around for more than two hours, just looking at everything. The night elves just kind of smiled and rolled their eyes, like I was a bumpkin who'd never been to the city before." He joined her at the railing to look out at the canals. "Everything becomes normal once you get used to it, and new things are strange and beautiful." He was rewarded with another wondrous smile and a nod. "I'm very proud you find Stormwind worthy of such high praise."
She reached out and touched his hand. "Someday, you come to Exodar," she said, "then you see wonders of my home, too."
Little shivers ran across his flesh where she touched his hand and he felt them travel all the way down his spine. He returned the smile, very glad he'd worn his plate leggings.
The rest of the walk took place in relative silence, the peace and quiet of the mage quarter encouraging an introspective attitude. For many minutes, the only sound was the soft crunch of grass beneath Ben's boots and Saphyre's hooves. A turn here, a turn there, and they found the address they'd been looking for, a repository for magical texts. Saphyre stopped at the stairs to the door and nervously ground her hoof into the grass. "Thank you for help, Bendux," she said. "I am happy to know humans have good men like you."
His face reddened slightly. "I'm glad to know your people are making such an effort to reach out to the rest of us."
She smiled broadly, though it seemed to tremble at the edges. Then to his complete surprise she reached out and gently cupped his jaw in a hand that reached from ear to ear before softly pressing her lips to his. His eyes widened in shock as her mouth brushed his, her lips as soft as silk and strongly tasting of sweet grapes as they easily covered his. They parted slightly and he felt the tickle of hot breath on his lips. A moment later she pulled away and began an awkward climb up the steps as she tried to make the ascent without losing eye contact. "I will find you again, yes?" she asked as she passed through the door, waving a nervous goodbye, and Ben remembered himself just in time to nod and return the wave. Once she had disappeared he inhaled deeply. "Wow," he whispered, still feeling the tingle of contact on his lips. Abruptly, he realized that his leggings felt painfully tight around his groin. Run it off, he told himself soberly, and with a final glance at the building he slowly turned to jog away.
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The Faire had come to town! The normally sleepy hamlet of Goldshire was awash in performers and vendors of every race and gender. A virtual tent city had set itself up around the small town. Dressed in a normal shirt, pants, and knee boots, Bendux looked nothing like the image most thought of as a paladin. Instead he looked just like any of a hundred other guests eager to sample the wares presented to them. As the sun set the faire transformed from a traveling bazaar to a more carnival-like atmosphere. Drinks were handed out, music was played, young men and women from every walk of life danced and talked as if the night would last forever. Bendux wiped his hands clean of the last residues of the food he'd eaten and tossed the cloth into the trash as he watched the impromptu dance floor writhe with bodies and felt a bit of a tug at his heart. He hadn't gone dancing in a long time, especially not with someone he cared about.
Just as he'd decided to go find a partner, he felt someone tap him on the arm. "Scuse me lad," the dwarf said, "but Ah think the lassie o'er there is tryin' te get yer attention."
Ben looked in the direction the dwarf pointed and felt his heart rise. It was Saphyre! She was waving to him from across part of the crowd and saying something, though her voice was lost in the blare of the music. Barely remembering to thank the courteous dwarf, Bendux returned the wave with a smile and hurried over to her. "Hello again!" he said brightly. She laughed and pulled him into an impulsive hug. The move surprised him but he wasn't about to complain because her height meant that he ended up with his head pressed into the swell of her breasts, and the neck of the vest she wore was cut low enough that he was awarded an eyeful of her cleavage. He felt himself bulge and quickly hugged her back, stepping away before she could feel it. Unlike the robe she’d worn the first time they’d met, she was garbed in a brief vest that bared her arms and midriff and a set of skin-hugging leather breeches.
"I am so happy to find you here!" she said enthusiastically.
"It's good to see you again as well. How long has it been? A week now?"
She nodded. "I made try to find you, but you are like needle in haystack! Went to cathedral but you are not there, and they not know where you go!"
"Yes, I was gone to Ironforge to help a friend of mine," he explained.
She laughed. "And leave me in Stormwind to fret about when I ever see you again!" She playfully jabbed a finger into his chest. "Bad paladin!" He laughed and bowed apologetically, much to her amusement. "You make it up with dance," she said as she linked her arm through his, clearly not planning to take no for an answer.
"Of course, milady," he said and pulled her out onto the expanse of lawn. She was surprisingly nimble despite her hooves and though she was unused to many of the dance moves, she learned quickly, with an open smile on her face. Towering above much of the crowd as she did, she drew more than a few eyes, and Ben knew he was getting some jealous stares. Then the cantankerous gnoll leading the band called out the name of a song much slower that the ones the band had been playing up until this point. As the melody started Saphyre slowly came over to Ben and, bending her knees to bring herself more to his level, placed her arms around his shoulders to begin gently swaying to the music. In turn he gently wrapped his arms around her, his hands resting on the bare skin at the small of her back, just above her tail. Her flesh was delightfully cool in the summer night air, a contrast to the heat of her breath on his neck. She molded into his arms, her every curve pressing itself against his body and he had to consciously fight to keep his hands from traveling lower. He knew she had to be able to feel his hardness through the material of their clothing, but the ability to worry about that was long past. She shifted slightly and he stifled a deep breath as her breasts rubbed against him. He wondered if it was his imagination or if he really could feel the hard points of her nipples through her vest.
"Bendux?" she asked quietly.
"Yes?"
"You say you have been paladin for three and ten years, yes?"
"That's right."
"You are how old then?"
"I'm thirty. I lied about my age to join the Silver Hand. In Kul Tiras, men and women aren't considered adults until the age of eighteen and they're barred from military action."
"Is much the same with my people," she replied. "We are not full members of society until twenty. We may not fight with warriors until that age. Then until thirty we may not govern, may not marry." She met his eyes and smiled somewhat. "I am only twenty-five so I am not obliged to do that yet."
"Until then, you get to do what you want," he replied, and she nodded. Wait a minute, he suddenly thought, is she making an invitation? His mind raced. In one seemingly innocuous sentence she'd informed him that she wasn't pledged to anyone and wouldn't be for another five years. Was she? The way her fingertips gently stroked the back of his neck was making it hard to think.
"Bendux?" she asked again, her voice even softer now.
"Yes?"
In her next breath, she confirmed his thoughts. "I have room at inn here...I rent for faire...would you...come spend night with me?" They way her hand lay itself against his neck as she spoke made her meaning unmistakable.
His heart raced. It was too much. Her exotic appearance, wondrous curves, her husky, sensual voice, the timid way she made her offer; it was all too much. There was simply no way to deny her. Not that he wanted to. He gently squeezed her and replied, "yes."
Her hand found his and she slowly led him from the dance floor. When they reached the inn she had to duck to get through the doorframe and even once inside her head nearly brushed the ceiling. She refused to let go of his hand as she led him upstairs, her long, slim fingers neatly encasing his, her thumb running back and forth across his palm. Once upstairs she retrieved a small metal key from for breeches and opened the door into a room dominated by a single large bed. "I have to get largest room," she explained. "Normal beds not large enough to fit."
"Amen," he replied, kicking his boots off as she closed the door and locked it, leaving them bathed in the light from the moon and the fires of the faire. She tugged on his hand and pulled him over to the bed; sitting on the edge so that they were face to face she drew him into her arms and kissed him, lightly at first, and then as she grew bolder more firmly, her tongue tentatively sliding past her lips to skim across his own. He took in a deep breath and drew his tongue across hers, surprised at how it felt. It was longer and larger than his own, which was not unexpected, but it was also amazingly smooth, with a small number of folds on the sides that had to replace a human's taste buds. He ran the tip of his tongue across them and she gasped slightly before taking his head in her hands and kissing him deeply, her tongue running wild across his teeth. The taste of grapes exploded back into his senses and his mouth began to salivate. His hands crept up of their own accord and he ran his fingertips across the bone ridges of her horns before sinking his fingers into her lush, smooth hair. She cooed and returned the gesture, her fingers sliding across his warrior's queue and freeing his jet-black hair to spill across his shoulders.
After what seemed an eternity, she finally broke the hot kiss and pulled away to look him in the eyes. His gaze found her large, glowing eyes and was held captivated there. "Wow," he whispered.
"Mm," she replied throatily before licking her lips. She pressed her fingertips to his cheekbones before letting them rove downwards; she moved them across the taught skin of his neck to the collar of his shirt, which she promptly began to unbutton. He watched her face as her gaze followed her moving hands. There was nothing frantic in her eyes, only a childlike sort of curiosity that made him smile as her hands reached his waist and began to travel back upwards, stopping at every defined muscle and taking the time to trace every cleft between them. Years of wearing sheets of heavy plate, and the wielding of the great hammer had burned the excess weight from Ben's body, melting it down to the muscle and frame. As her hands reached his broad shoulders, she looked up at him with a smile and a nod of satisfaction. "Turn around," she whispered, giving him a gentle push to encourage him. He did so and her fingers slid across the collar of his shirt. When he felt her tug at it he slowly shrugged backwards, allowing her to pull it off. Her hands then did the same to his back as they had done to his chest, exploring every inch of skin, gliding across his muscles, and slowly trailing up the valley of his spine. He shivered and her hands moved to hold his shoulders comfortingly. A moment later he felt her kiss him between the shoulder blades, her lips gently suckling at the skin as she pulled away to do it again slightly lower. Her hands left his shoulders to slip under his arms and press themselves against his chest. He laid his own hands atop them as she continued down the trail of his spine, eliciting one shiver after another until she reached the small of his back and stopped there to kiss him and nip his skin gently. He shivered violently and pried her hands away from his chest to turn back around.
She grinned mischievously and he smiled back as he ran the backs of his fingers down her arms. She giggled slightly and moved to seize his hands as they reached her shoulders. "Let me," she whispered as she trailed her fingertips down the neck of her vest to the three toggles that held it closed. She looked down as she slowly undid them one by one, and when her fingers left the final clasp the vest sprang apart of its own accord as her breasts pushed forward as though eager to be freed. Although their faces were even she contrived to look up at him seductively as she slipped a hand inside the fabric to cover her breasts demurely while pulling the vest down over first one shoulder and then switching arms to do the same with the other, leaving herself topless. Keeping one arm wrapped around her breasts to conceal her nipples, she reached out and gently guided one of his hands to rest upon the amazingly soft surface before doing the same with the other. Then she leaned forward to kiss him deeply and as his eyes slid closed of their own accord he felt her chest bounce slightly underneath his touch and a moment later her arms were settling across his shoulders. He took the unspoken invitation to slide his hands downwards. First he felt her areolas, a patch of rough, upraised skin underneath his palms. Then came her nipples, large, hard knots of flesh that pressed themselves into his hands as though begging to be toyed with. He squeezed gently and she cried out softly, her breath washing over his skin as their lips parted. His mouth left hers and he slowly trailed kisses down her neck, bending his legs until he had almost gone down on one knee by the time he reached her immense peaks. Her nipples were a deep shade of blue and even as he looked at them they finished pulling in on themselves to stand erect. He brushed one with his fingertips and she gasped, laying her hands across the back of his head and pulling his hair taut. He leaned forward to taste one and slowly take it into his mouth, running his tongue across the rough skin and eliciting a long, low moan. He pinched the other between thumb and forefinger and her moan turned into a short cry.
He swapped his hands and mouth several times, unable to get enough of her voluptuous figure. Her breath, formerly long and low, now came in short, hot gasps as he sank himself into her massive bosom, hands running to and fro from the very top of her curves to the very bottom of the cups, lifting her breasts up so that his hands sank into the soft flesh and pressed it against his face as he licked her breastbone. It wasn't until he realized that she'd started to grind herself against the bed sheets that he leaned up and whispered "lie back," to her. She did one better, hauling herself fully onto the bed and then laying back so that her head rested on the pillows. Despite the size of the bed, her hooves still reached all the way to clack softly against the wooden frame. As he moved to seat himself beside her, he let his eyes rove across her prone form. Her blue skin almost glowed in the moonlight and as he looked her over she stretched laconically.
"You enjoy?" she whispered, her cheeks darkening. He grinned and leaned forward to kiss her. Her lips pressed against his for a moment and as he pulled away a fraction she smiled. "You taste like ocean," she sighed.
He wavered for a moment and settled for kissing her again. Then he began to slowly descend, trailing kisses down her jaw and the taut skin of her neck, her nails scratching his shoulder as he gently nipped her at the small of her throat. As he continued down into her cleavage she playfully pressed her breasts together to engulf his head, laughing gaily and rocking him back and forth a few times before releasing him. He chuckled and continued his path down across the soft flesh of her stomach, pausing a moment to dart his tongue into the pit of her navel. She arched her back and hummed in pleasure, drawing her stomach taut. His hands slipped around to stroke the flesh on her back and lightly draw a circle around the base of her tail. She shivered and cried out softly as he ran his fingertips down the length of the appendage. As he finally reached the waistline of her breeches and began to unbuckle them, she suddenly slipped a hand inside to cover herself before allowing him to tug them down her legs.
Ben felt his heart race as her long legs were slowly bared. She had smooth, delicately rounded thighs, muscular under taut skin, and he couldn't resist the urge to stop a moment and gently kiss the inside of one, prompting another soft moan and a slight tightening of the hand between her legs. Finally, he reached the end of the bed and knelt on the floor to finally remove her clothing. Her hooves caught his eye and he curiously reached up to cradle one. It was surprisingly rough despite its appearance and as he ran a finger across the surface he felt a thousand tiny grooves and ridges that were virtually invisible to the eye. Saphyre smiled at his explorations and propped her head up on one arm to watch him. He curiously rubbed the hoof the way he would a human woman's foot and she nodded encouragingly, then squealed when he quickly drew his fingertip across the bottom, moving from back to cleft in one quick motion. "None of that!" she cried with a giggle. He grinned maliciously and gently stroked her other hoof, causing her to let out an "eep!" and pull both hooves away from him. He took pity on her then and slid his hands up her legs, gently massaging her muscles as he went. The tension bled out of her and perhaps unknowingly she moved her hooves apart to allow him easier access to the interior of her thighs. His hand slid across the backs of her thighs to grip her firm backside, but only once he'd kissed her thighs at the point where they met her pelvis did she finally remove her hand and allow him to finally look upon her wet and quivering sex. Her entrance was a middling shade of blue slightly darker than her skin and larger than a human woman's, which he'd expected, but where her lips were thin and sleek, her clit stuck out like a large, inflamed knob. Freed of her confining hand, her sex began to ooze thin, clear fluid that held little scent but when he curiously lapped at a drop that had begun to run the crack of her thigh he was confronted by a surprisingly strong, concentrated taste that reminded him of pineapples. Feeling a little more confidant, he leaned forward to run his tongue across the mass of her clit. She gasped in shock at the bold move, her legs flying apart and her hands gripping the sheets to push her hungry sex against his face.
He began to lap at her in earnest, drawing his tongue across her lips, savoring the taste of her juices as though they were a delicacy. She heaved against him, gasping for breath every time he brushed against her clit, which was now pulsing angrily in time with her rapid heartbeat. He began to suckle on it exclusively and knead her asscheeks to create a rhythm that sent her own hands fluttering to her breasts to begin squeezing frantically, fingers pinching her nipples viciously every time his hands tightened on her backside. He looked up at her and felt himself grow painfully rigid at the erotic sight. As he increased the pace of his ministrations she grew more and more wild until finally her hands flew down to push him into her gaping sex and her legs went taut as a flood of juice came pouring out of her. He gently bit down on the knob of flesh in his mouth and she shuddered violently, releasing another wave of fluid. Her hand closed around a fistful of his hair and she quickly hauled him up before wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him down against her to kiss him deeply, her tongue probing deeply enough to nearly make him gag before she remembered herself.
"Ben...gods, Ben...Ben," she gasped in short, husky whispers. Sweat shone on her forehead and her previously cool flesh was now hot and aching. "Roll over," she commanded, shoving him before he could even begin to comply with the demand. She rolled over onto him, remembering to prop herself up on her arms so that her larger frame didn't crush him into the bed. Even so, he felt her nipples, iron-hard rubbing against his chest and he instinctively raised his hips to press himself against her stomach. She leaned down to kiss him, pressing his head into the pillows before trailing hot kisses down his neck and chest, her descent a fast, insistent version of his own. She reached the material of his pants and impatiently pulled at it, not even bothering with the fastenings. Fortunately, they were loose enough that with a few seconds of persuasion she managed to draw them down his legs, letting his by now rock-hard cock swing free to point itself at the ceiling. She ignored it for a moment, pulling his pants off and then exploring his legs, pressing her fingertips against the hard muscle in his thighs before finally reaching up and, remembering to be gentle, wrapped one hand around his shaft. He shuddered and felt like he was melting into the sheets as she pumped him, the hot flesh throbbing against her palm. She was surprised that despite the smaller scale of his body the head of his cock still protruded from her embrace. She smiled delightedly and leaned forward to taste him. Her slim, smooth tongue easily slid inside his foreskin and he gasped as she swirled it around his head. After a moment she pulled her tongue back and smacked her lips in satisfaction as the salty taste of his precum, then gently used her other hand to push his foreskin back and expose his head before leaning back down to plant a kiss on his tip; then she pulled it into her mouth and wrapped her lips around the flare of his head. She suckled on him firmly and he felt a wave of electricity flow through him. Without conscious thought, he reached down and wrapped his hands around her horns, barely stopping himself from pushing her down onto his cock. She sensed his desire and, moving with tantalizing slowness, lowered herself further and further until her lips came to the root of the shaft.
She pinched his root with thumb and forefinger and he gasped. Her tongue slid back and forth across his cock and he groaned. She gently cupped his balls to roll them back and forth and his grip on her tightened until he feared he would hurt her. Then she pulled her mouth from him and began to pump his shaft vigorously, her thumb lightly covering his head. After all the foreplay, the tension in Ben's body was so much that it wasn't long before he whimpered, "Saph, Saphyre," and exploded into her hand. Her thumb stopped him from coming onto her face, directing jet after jet of the sticky liquid back down into her confining hand. When he finally subsided, sweating and twitching in the aftermath of powerful release, she let go of him and looked at her hand to see that her slim fingers and her palm were utterly covered in the syrupy liquid. She grinned and rubbed her palm with her fingertips, enjoying its texture. She realized that he was watching her and held up her hand, palm out.
"Good boy," she said playfully, and he blushed. Then she raised her hand and as the first drip collected at the base of her palm her tongue crept past her lips to lap it up before running all the way up her hand and index finger. She suckled on the digit, her eyes locked to his, and the sight was so erotic he felt his cock begin to throb with life again. She unceremoniously wiped her hand on the bedsheets to rid herself of the rest of the cloying liquid before crawling forward slightly to let her breasts drape around his member. She pulled it upright into her cleavage and began to gently heave against it, feeling it grow harder and harder with every moment. He reached down and pressed her globes together, his cock vanishing between the two mounds. She gently titfucked him for a few minutes, smiling uncontrollably at his reaction. Finally, she realized he was ready again and her smile melted away. "Bendux?" she asked.
"Yes?"
"You are ready?" When he nodded she drew herself up and crawled up the bed to lay across him, her leg sneaking in between his to rub against his hardness. "Bendux," she said quietly. "This…is not first time for me…but…be gentle please?"
He smiled and kissed the bridge of her nose. "I promise," he said.
She grinned and ducked her head to nuzzle his neck. "You take me, then," she whispered before rolling over and pushing herself up against the pillows so that her frame again covered the bed. He sat up and then pulled himself across her, and as he positioned himself her legs came up and wrapped around his midsection. He felt her muscles ripple and she hummed as he placed a finger inside her already-soaked entrance to gather some of her juice and then rub it across his cock. He placed his head at her lips and inhaled to ask if she was ready when her legs pulled him halfway into her, answering the question fore it left him. Placing his hands on either side of her he slowly pressed himself into her. Her sex devoured him, her smooth, silky walls drawing him further and further into her cleft until he'd hilted himself. As his pelvis came to rest against hers she sighed voluptuously and let her head fall back against the pillows. "Beautiful," she moaned. After a moment to let her organize herself, he slowly drew back and then thrust into her again. This time she moved with him, body heaving to keep as much of his cock inside her as possible. They began a slow, erotic rhythm in the moonlight and Bendux closed his eyes, trying to focus upon every tactile sensation in his mind to remember forever. Her insides were warm and wet, squelching slightly when he pressed himself down. Muscles that were meant to tightly squeeze a much larger draenei male caressed him gently. Her legs wrapped around him like bands of iron swathed in the softest cotton. Her hooves nicked the skin on his back as she squeezed him, sending jolts up his spine. After some time, she gently stopped him with a hand on his chest. "Now I take you," she said with a wicked grin. He let her roll the two of them over and she took a moment to make herself comfortable, taking his hands and placing them on her backside. As she began to slowly drive up and down on him he squeezed her and she cooed. She lay a hand across her breasts as they bounced with each jolt, her other hand moving down between her legs to rub at her clit. He began to thrust up to meet her and she began to whisper huskily words he didn't understand, though her cadence and hissing tone left little doubt that she was swearing floridly. She began to buck against him more violently, her tail thrashing back and forth to sting his legs. Her hands began to move against herself at a more urgent pace, creating a sight he knew he would never forget. Her eyes slid closed as she moaned loudly, leaning back to increase the pressure on him. He felt more and more fluid pour out around his shaft as she bit her lip began to cry out softly over and over.
He felt his vision growing fuzzy and he moaned her name through dry lips. "Saphyre...Saphyre, come." She heard him and his words had the desired effect. Her eyes flew open and she smothered herself with one arm; she screamed into her flesh as her body went rigid and her sex clamped down on him like a vice, juices pouring out like a rainstorm. Relieved of the need to hold out, Bendux felt his release wash over him like a cold wave, hilting himself inside her and digging his fingers into her backside as he came. She fell forward to kiss him fiercely, pushing his head down into the pillows while she lifted her hips to let him fall out of her. Then she rolled over and pulled him with her, cradling his head against her chest and cooing at him like he was a child. He nestled himself against her, using her breasts as a pillow, and she gently stroked his hair.
"Bendux," she said.
"Mm?"
He hesitated and he looked up to meet her eyes. "When you wake...I will be gone," she said haltingly.
He felt a lump form in his throat. "You won't stay?" he asked.
She shook her head and tears formed in her eyes. "Ben...you have been...wonderful. You are good man and I have enjoyed this greatly...but...my heart..." she pressed a hand to her chest.
"You don't love me," he said, and the words came more easily than he'd expected.
She nodded. "I like you very much...want you very much...but past like and wanting...there is no love." She swallowed. "Please do not hate me Bendux."
He took her hand and kissed her palm. "I don't, Saphyre. You're a lovely woman and I'm honored to share your bed. I hope I'll see you again someday." She smiled weakly and he returned it with a soft kiss. "Now, sleep," he said firmly. "Let me remember your arms fondly."
She hugged him to her gently and they drifted off to sleep, human and draenei with arms around each other.
Warcraft: Interspecies Relations (M/F)
"All right, what's going on here?"
"Your lordship, I was attempting to balance-"
"Sir, I was trying-"
"Hold it, hold it, hold it," Bendux said, waving his hands for emphasis. "You first."
"Sir, I was pushing my cart up the hill when this fool-"
"It was-"
"Quiet!"
"When this fool slammed his wheelbarrow into it and knocked it over!"
"Now, what's your story?"
"This idiot came tearing around the corner and I couldn't help slamming into him!"
Bendux sighed. "How long have your two been standing here arguing?"
The two men looked at each other. "Uh...five, six minutes?" one tried.
Bendux resisted the temptation to swat one of them and quickly recited the Rose Thorn under his breath. "Stop arguing and start cleaning up this mess," he said firmly. When they both inhaled to protest he raised his hands to forestall them. "It's a little accident," he said. "Things like this happen every day. Pick up your possessions; go your separate ways, and in fifteen minutes you'll have forgotten this ever happened." Bendux waited until the pair had quietly started picking up the various scattered pieces of pottery and cloth before nodding in satisfaction and turning to move off into the throng of people.
Stormwind trade district was, as usual for a sunny afternoon, utterly packed. And smelly. And loud. Dozens of vendors were set up hawking their wares and an endless flow of incomprehensible babble was emanating from the auction house. Bendux wormed his way through the crowd, no mean feet for a man six feet tall, two hundred and twenty pounds, and wearing a partial set of steel plate. The crowd was mostly human, though Bendux saw more than a few dwarves and gnomes and even the occasional night elf, their slender, haunting beauty making them stand out from the rest of the mass of bodies.
Then again, I suppose I stand out quite a bit myself, he thought with a grin. The average citizen of Stormwind – and by extension, Azeroth – tended towards lightly tanned skin and sandy brown hair. By contrast, Bendux's skin was far darker and his hair jet-black, both signs of his ancestry in Kul Tiras. Since coming to Stormwind he'd grown a fashionable moustache and pulled his shoulder-length hair into a loose queue, as regulated by the Order of the Silver Hand.
The paladin idly wandered about the district for some time and was about to begin wandering over to the cathedral for afternoon mass when he felt a tentative tap on his shoulder and a soft female voice said in heavily accented Arathae, "excuse, please?" Ben turned, coming face to face with a pair of enormous breasts. Blinking, he looked up into a large set of luminescent blue eyes set in a flawless oval face. He swallowed. The woman was a draenei, the newest signatories of the Alliance. This was the first Ben had ever seen up close.
"Yes? Do you need help, miss?" he asked.
She licked her rich, full lips in a moment of confusion. "You help find this?" she asked carefully as she extended a slim hand. Bendux took the piece of paper she held and read the scrawling on it. It was an address he didn't know, although he did recognize the street name and knew it was in the section of Stormwind that had recently been converted into the mage district.
Ben nodded. "Yes, I can take you there," he said before he'd realized he was even speaking.
She smiled broadly. "Thank you! I am not here long, I went lost." Her voice was intoxicating, the vowels coming from deep in her throat and her tongue cut the sharper consonants short.
Ben smiled. "Stormwind is a pretty big place," he agreed, his inner control reasserting itself a bit. "When I first came here I got lost too. Come on, we need to head this way." He started walking towards the fringes of the crowd and she followed.
He studied her as they walked. She was tall, easily breaking eight feet and approaching nine with skin a dusky blue color. A pair of delicately curved bone ridges sprouted from the midpoint of her skull and curved backward to frame her long indigo hair. Somewhere in that hair smooth as silk, four long, thin tendrils of flesh swept forward to frame her face, trailing all the way down to lay across the color of her silvery robe. Beneath the hem, her hooves were the color of polished iron. Though every part of her was in proportion, she was built on a heroic scale, her heavy breasts pressing the fabric of her robe forward and her bottom perfectly rounded. A delicate tail the length of his forearm swayed to and fro from the small of her back in an almost hypnotic fashion.
As they left the crush of the crowd, she turned and gently tapped the shoulder of his armor. "You are paladin?" she asked.
He nodded. "For thirteen years," he said. Then he extended his hand. "My name is Bendux."
Slim as it was, her hand engulfed his. "I am Saphyre," she said, carefully stressing the 'y' sound. Her other hand pressed itself to her ample bosom. "I am mage." She smiled radiantly and Ben felt his heart skip a beat.
"How did you come to be in Stormwind?" he asked conversationally.
"I am making study," she replied. "Draenei elders want us to learn from others. Night elves do not practice arcane so…I come here. I am still student," she clarified.
"I see," he replied. "How long have you been here?"
"One week and half," she answered after a moment of thought. "Use of magic here is different from home. Back on Exodar magic is delicate thing, with careful use. It is little. Small. Here, magic is..." she paused for thought. "Magic is used wild. Mages use magic every time. It is hard to keep up with study, I am not used to using so much energy." She smiled and Ben found it impossible to not smile along with her. They had reached the canals by now, the buzz of the crowd far behind them, and as they passed over the bridge she turned to look out across the water with a small sigh. "This city," she said softly, "it is thing of great beauty."
"Thank you," he replied, not knowing what else to say.
"Exodar is beautiful," she continued, "but it is in different way. Stormwind is...is...it is so big and open!" She spread her arms to take in the entire wide-open expanse before them. "There is so much light here, from the sky and from the water. There is so much to see and feel here," she added, running her hands over the stone railing. "This is holy place," she all but whispered.
Bendux was silent. Even though her words bordered on the nonsensical, the reverence and pure joy in her voice had stilled him. He'd grown used to Stormwind over the past years, so used to it that everything had long since become mundane. But for a moment, he again saw the city as he had the first time he'd seen it, a tall, gleaming creation of whitewashed stone that seemed to reach up to the sky itself.
"You know," he said slowly, "the first time I visited Darnassus, I wandered around for more than two hours, just looking at everything. The night elves just kind of smiled and rolled their eyes, like I was a bumpkin who'd never been to the city before." He joined her at the railing to look out at the canals. "Everything becomes normal once you get used to it, and new things are strange and beautiful." He was rewarded with another wondrous smile and a nod. "I'm very proud you find Stormwind worthy of such high praise."
She reached out and touched his hand. "Someday, you come to Exodar," she said, "then you see wonders of my home, too."
Little shivers ran across his flesh where she touched his hand and he felt them travel all the way down his spine. He returned the smile, very glad he'd worn his plate leggings.
The rest of the walk took place in relative silence, the peace and quiet of the mage quarter encouraging an introspective attitude. For many minutes, the only sound was the soft crunch of grass beneath Ben's boots and Saphyre's hooves. A turn here, a turn there, and they found the address they'd been looking for, a repository for magical texts. Saphyre stopped at the stairs to the door and nervously ground her hoof into the grass. "Thank you for help, Bendux," she said. "I am happy to know humans have good men like you."
His face reddened slightly. "I'm glad to know your people are making such an effort to reach out to the rest of us."
She smiled broadly, though it seemed to tremble at the edges. Then to his complete surprise she reached out and gently cupped his jaw in a hand that reached from ear to ear before softly pressing her lips to his. His eyes widened in shock as her mouth brushed his, her lips as soft as silk and strongly tasting of sweet grapes as they easily covered his. They parted slightly and he felt the tickle of hot breath on his lips. A moment later she pulled away and began an awkward climb up the steps as she tried to make the ascent without losing eye contact. "I will find you again, yes?" she asked as she passed through the door, waving a nervous goodbye, and Ben remembered himself just in time to nod and return the wave. Once she had disappeared he inhaled deeply. "Wow," he whispered, still feeling the tingle of contact on his lips. Abruptly, he realized that his leggings felt painfully tight around his groin. Run it off, he told himself soberly, and with a final glance at the building he slowly turned to jog away.
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The Faire had come to town! The normally sleepy hamlet of Goldshire was awash in performers and vendors of every race and gender. A virtual tent city had set itself up around the small town. Dressed in a normal shirt, pants, and knee boots, Bendux looked nothing like the image most thought of as a paladin. Instead he looked just like any of a hundred other guests eager to sample the wares presented to them. As the sun set the faire transformed from a traveling bazaar to a more carnival-like atmosphere. Drinks were handed out, music was played, young men and women from every walk of life danced and talked as if the night would last forever. Bendux wiped his hands clean of the last residues of the food he'd eaten and tossed the cloth into the trash as he watched the impromptu dance floor writhe with bodies and felt a bit of a tug at his heart. He hadn't gone dancing in a long time, especially not with someone he cared about.
Just as he'd decided to go find a partner, he felt someone tap him on the arm. "Scuse me lad," the dwarf said, "but Ah think the lassie o'er there is tryin' te get yer attention."
Ben looked in the direction the dwarf pointed and felt his heart rise. It was Saphyre! She was waving to him from across part of the crowd and saying something, though her voice was lost in the blare of the music. Barely remembering to thank the courteous dwarf, Bendux returned the wave with a smile and hurried over to her. "Hello again!" he said brightly. She laughed and pulled him into an impulsive hug. The move surprised him but he wasn't about to complain because her height meant that he ended up with his head pressed into the swell of her breasts, and the neck of the vest she wore was cut low enough that he was awarded an eyeful of her cleavage. He felt himself bulge and quickly hugged her back, stepping away before she could feel it. Unlike the robe she’d worn the first time they’d met, she was garbed in a brief vest that bared her arms and midriff and a set of skin-hugging leather breeches.
"I am so happy to find you here!" she said enthusiastically.
"It's good to see you again as well. How long has it been? A week now?"
She nodded. "I made try to find you, but you are like needle in haystack! Went to cathedral but you are not there, and they not know where you go!"
"Yes, I was gone to Ironforge to help a friend of mine," he explained.
She laughed. "And leave me in Stormwind to fret about when I ever see you again!" She playfully jabbed a finger into his chest. "Bad paladin!" He laughed and bowed apologetically, much to her amusement. "You make it up with dance," she said as she linked her arm through his, clearly not planning to take no for an answer.
"Of course, milady," he said and pulled her out onto the expanse of lawn. She was surprisingly nimble despite her hooves and though she was unused to many of the dance moves, she learned quickly, with an open smile on her face. Towering above much of the crowd as she did, she drew more than a few eyes, and Ben knew he was getting some jealous stares. Then the cantankerous gnoll leading the band called out the name of a song much slower that the ones the band had been playing up until this point. As the melody started Saphyre slowly came over to Ben and, bending her knees to bring herself more to his level, placed her arms around his shoulders to begin gently swaying to the music. In turn he gently wrapped his arms around her, his hands resting on the bare skin at the small of her back, just above her tail. Her flesh was delightfully cool in the summer night air, a contrast to the heat of her breath on his neck. She molded into his arms, her every curve pressing itself against his body and he had to consciously fight to keep his hands from traveling lower. He knew she had to be able to feel his hardness through the material of their clothing, but the ability to worry about that was long past. She shifted slightly and he stifled a deep breath as her breasts rubbed against him. He wondered if it was his imagination or if he really could feel the hard points of her nipples through her vest.
"Bendux?" she asked quietly.
"Yes?"
"You say you have been paladin for three and ten years, yes?"
"That's right."
"You are how old then?"
"I'm thirty. I lied about my age to join the Silver Hand. In Kul Tiras, men and women aren't considered adults until the age of eighteen and they're barred from military action."
"Is much the same with my people," she replied. "We are not full members of society until twenty. We may not fight with warriors until that age. Then until thirty we may not govern, may not marry." She met his eyes and smiled somewhat. "I am only twenty-five so I am not obliged to do that yet."
"Until then, you get to do what you want," he replied, and she nodded. Wait a minute, he suddenly thought, is she making an invitation? His mind raced. In one seemingly innocuous sentence she'd informed him that she wasn't pledged to anyone and wouldn't be for another five years. Was she? The way her fingertips gently stroked the back of his neck was making it hard to think.
"Bendux?" she asked again, her voice even softer now.
"Yes?"
In her next breath, she confirmed his thoughts. "I have room at inn here...I rent for faire...would you...come spend night with me?" They way her hand lay itself against his neck as she spoke made her meaning unmistakable.
His heart raced. It was too much. Her exotic appearance, wondrous curves, her husky, sensual voice, the timid way she made her offer; it was all too much. There was simply no way to deny her. Not that he wanted to. He gently squeezed her and replied, "yes."
Her hand found his and she slowly led him from the dance floor. When they reached the inn she had to duck to get through the doorframe and even once inside her head nearly brushed the ceiling. She refused to let go of his hand as she led him upstairs, her long, slim fingers neatly encasing his, her thumb running back and forth across his palm. Once upstairs she retrieved a small metal key from for breeches and opened the door into a room dominated by a single large bed. "I have to get largest room," she explained. "Normal beds not large enough to fit."
"Amen," he replied, kicking his boots off as she closed the door and locked it, leaving them bathed in the light from the moon and the fires of the faire. She tugged on his hand and pulled him over to the bed; sitting on the edge so that they were face to face she drew him into her arms and kissed him, lightly at first, and then as she grew bolder more firmly, her tongue tentatively sliding past her lips to skim across his own. He took in a deep breath and drew his tongue across hers, surprised at how it felt. It was longer and larger than his own, which was not unexpected, but it was also amazingly smooth, with a small number of folds on the sides that had to replace a human's taste buds. He ran the tip of his tongue across them and she gasped slightly before taking his head in her hands and kissing him deeply, her tongue running wild across his teeth. The taste of grapes exploded back into his senses and his mouth began to salivate. His hands crept up of their own accord and he ran his fingertips across the bone ridges of her horns before sinking his fingers into her lush, smooth hair. She cooed and returned the gesture, her fingers sliding across his warrior's queue and freeing his jet-black hair to spill across his shoulders.
After what seemed an eternity, she finally broke the hot kiss and pulled away to look him in the eyes. His gaze found her large, glowing eyes and was held captivated there. "Wow," he whispered.
"Mm," she replied throatily before licking her lips. She pressed her fingertips to his cheekbones before letting them rove downwards; she moved them across the taught skin of his neck to the collar of his shirt, which she promptly began to unbutton. He watched her face as her gaze followed her moving hands. There was nothing frantic in her eyes, only a childlike sort of curiosity that made him smile as her hands reached his waist and began to travel back upwards, stopping at every defined muscle and taking the time to trace every cleft between them. Years of wearing sheets of heavy plate, and the wielding of the great hammer had burned the excess weight from Ben's body, melting it down to the muscle and frame. As her hands reached his broad shoulders, she looked up at him with a smile and a nod of satisfaction. "Turn around," she whispered, giving him a gentle push to encourage him. He did so and her fingers slid across the collar of his shirt. When he felt her tug at it he slowly shrugged backwards, allowing her to pull it off. Her hands then did the same to his back as they had done to his chest, exploring every inch of skin, gliding across his muscles, and slowly trailing up the valley of his spine. He shivered and her hands moved to hold his shoulders comfortingly. A moment later he felt her kiss him between the shoulder blades, her lips gently suckling at the skin as she pulled away to do it again slightly lower. Her hands left his shoulders to slip under his arms and press themselves against his chest. He laid his own hands atop them as she continued down the trail of his spine, eliciting one shiver after another until she reached the small of his back and stopped there to kiss him and nip his skin gently. He shivered violently and pried her hands away from his chest to turn back around.
She grinned mischievously and he smiled back as he ran the backs of his fingers down her arms. She giggled slightly and moved to seize his hands as they reached her shoulders. "Let me," she whispered as she trailed her fingertips down the neck of her vest to the three toggles that held it closed. She looked down as she slowly undid them one by one, and when her fingers left the final clasp the vest sprang apart of its own accord as her breasts pushed forward as though eager to be freed. Although their faces were even she contrived to look up at him seductively as she slipped a hand inside the fabric to cover her breasts demurely while pulling the vest down over first one shoulder and then switching arms to do the same with the other, leaving herself topless. Keeping one arm wrapped around her breasts to conceal her nipples, she reached out and gently guided one of his hands to rest upon the amazingly soft surface before doing the same with the other. Then she leaned forward to kiss him deeply and as his eyes slid closed of their own accord he felt her chest bounce slightly underneath his touch and a moment later her arms were settling across his shoulders. He took the unspoken invitation to slide his hands downwards. First he felt her areolas, a patch of rough, upraised skin underneath his palms. Then came her nipples, large, hard knots of flesh that pressed themselves into his hands as though begging to be toyed with. He squeezed gently and she cried out softly, her breath washing over his skin as their lips parted. His mouth left hers and he slowly trailed kisses down her neck, bending his legs until he had almost gone down on one knee by the time he reached her immense peaks. Her nipples were a deep shade of blue and even as he looked at them they finished pulling in on themselves to stand erect. He brushed one with his fingertips and she gasped, laying her hands across the back of his head and pulling his hair taut. He leaned forward to taste one and slowly take it into his mouth, running his tongue across the rough skin and eliciting a long, low moan. He pinched the other between thumb and forefinger and her moan turned into a short cry.
He swapped his hands and mouth several times, unable to get enough of her voluptuous figure. Her breath, formerly long and low, now came in short, hot gasps as he sank himself into her massive bosom, hands running to and fro from the very top of her curves to the very bottom of the cups, lifting her breasts up so that his hands sank into the soft flesh and pressed it against his face as he licked her breastbone. It wasn't until he realized that she'd started to grind herself against the bed sheets that he leaned up and whispered "lie back," to her. She did one better, hauling herself fully onto the bed and then laying back so that her head rested on the pillows. Despite the size of the bed, her hooves still reached all the way to clack softly against the wooden frame. As he moved to seat himself beside her, he let his eyes rove across her prone form. Her blue skin almost glowed in the moonlight and as he looked her over she stretched laconically.
"You enjoy?" she whispered, her cheeks darkening. He grinned and leaned forward to kiss her. Her lips pressed against his for a moment and as he pulled away a fraction she smiled. "You taste like ocean," she sighed.
He wavered for a moment and settled for kissing her again. Then he began to slowly descend, trailing kisses down her jaw and the taut skin of her neck, her nails scratching his shoulder as he gently nipped her at the small of her throat. As he continued down into her cleavage she playfully pressed her breasts together to engulf his head, laughing gaily and rocking him back and forth a few times before releasing him. He chuckled and continued his path down across the soft flesh of her stomach, pausing a moment to dart his tongue into the pit of her navel. She arched her back and hummed in pleasure, drawing her stomach taut. His hands slipped around to stroke the flesh on her back and lightly draw a circle around the base of her tail. She shivered and cried out softly as he ran his fingertips down the length of the appendage. As he finally reached the waistline of her breeches and began to unbuckle them, she suddenly slipped a hand inside to cover herself before allowing him to tug them down her legs.
Ben felt his heart race as her long legs were slowly bared. She had smooth, delicately rounded thighs, muscular under taut skin, and he couldn't resist the urge to stop a moment and gently kiss the inside of one, prompting another soft moan and a slight tightening of the hand between her legs. Finally, he reached the end of the bed and knelt on the floor to finally remove her clothing. Her hooves caught his eye and he curiously reached up to cradle one. It was surprisingly rough despite its appearance and as he ran a finger across the surface he felt a thousand tiny grooves and ridges that were virtually invisible to the eye. Saphyre smiled at his explorations and propped her head up on one arm to watch him. He curiously rubbed the hoof the way he would a human woman's foot and she nodded encouragingly, then squealed when he quickly drew his fingertip across the bottom, moving from back to cleft in one quick motion. "None of that!" she cried with a giggle. He grinned maliciously and gently stroked her other hoof, causing her to let out an "eep!" and pull both hooves away from him. He took pity on her then and slid his hands up her legs, gently massaging her muscles as he went. The tension bled out of her and perhaps unknowingly she moved her hooves apart to allow him easier access to the interior of her thighs. His hand slid across the backs of her thighs to grip her firm backside, but only once he'd kissed her thighs at the point where they met her pelvis did she finally remove her hand and allow him to finally look upon her wet and quivering sex. Her entrance was a middling shade of blue slightly darker than her skin and larger than a human woman's, which he'd expected, but where her lips were thin and sleek, her clit stuck out like a large, inflamed knob. Freed of her confining hand, her sex began to ooze thin, clear fluid that held little scent but when he curiously lapped at a drop that had begun to run the crack of her thigh he was confronted by a surprisingly strong, concentrated taste that reminded him of pineapples. Feeling a little more confidant, he leaned forward to run his tongue across the mass of her clit. She gasped in shock at the bold move, her legs flying apart and her hands gripping the sheets to push her hungry sex against his face.
He began to lap at her in earnest, drawing his tongue across her lips, savoring the taste of her juices as though they were a delicacy. She heaved against him, gasping for breath every time he brushed against her clit, which was now pulsing angrily in time with her rapid heartbeat. He began to suckle on it exclusively and knead her asscheeks to create a rhythm that sent her own hands fluttering to her breasts to begin squeezing frantically, fingers pinching her nipples viciously every time his hands tightened on her backside. He looked up at her and felt himself grow painfully rigid at the erotic sight. As he increased the pace of his ministrations she grew more and more wild until finally her hands flew down to push him into her gaping sex and her legs went taut as a flood of juice came pouring out of her. He gently bit down on the knob of flesh in his mouth and she shuddered violently, releasing another wave of fluid. Her hand closed around a fistful of his hair and she quickly hauled him up before wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him down against her to kiss him deeply, her tongue probing deeply enough to nearly make him gag before she remembered herself.
"Ben...gods, Ben...Ben," she gasped in short, husky whispers. Sweat shone on her forehead and her previously cool flesh was now hot and aching. "Roll over," she commanded, shoving him before he could even begin to comply with the demand. She rolled over onto him, remembering to prop herself up on her arms so that her larger frame didn't crush him into the bed. Even so, he felt her nipples, iron-hard rubbing against his chest and he instinctively raised his hips to press himself against her stomach. She leaned down to kiss him, pressing his head into the pillows before trailing hot kisses down his neck and chest, her descent a fast, insistent version of his own. She reached the material of his pants and impatiently pulled at it, not even bothering with the fastenings. Fortunately, they were loose enough that with a few seconds of persuasion she managed to draw them down his legs, letting his by now rock-hard cock swing free to point itself at the ceiling. She ignored it for a moment, pulling his pants off and then exploring his legs, pressing her fingertips against the hard muscle in his thighs before finally reaching up and, remembering to be gentle, wrapped one hand around his shaft. He shuddered and felt like he was melting into the sheets as she pumped him, the hot flesh throbbing against her palm. She was surprised that despite the smaller scale of his body the head of his cock still protruded from her embrace. She smiled delightedly and leaned forward to taste him. Her slim, smooth tongue easily slid inside his foreskin and he gasped as she swirled it around his head. After a moment she pulled her tongue back and smacked her lips in satisfaction as the salty taste of his precum, then gently used her other hand to push his foreskin back and expose his head before leaning back down to plant a kiss on his tip; then she pulled it into her mouth and wrapped her lips around the flare of his head. She suckled on him firmly and he felt a wave of electricity flow through him. Without conscious thought, he reached down and wrapped his hands around her horns, barely stopping himself from pushing her down onto his cock. She sensed his desire and, moving with tantalizing slowness, lowered herself further and further until her lips came to the root of the shaft.
She pinched his root with thumb and forefinger and he gasped. Her tongue slid back and forth across his cock and he groaned. She gently cupped his balls to roll them back and forth and his grip on her tightened until he feared he would hurt her. Then she pulled her mouth from him and began to pump his shaft vigorously, her thumb lightly covering his head. After all the foreplay, the tension in Ben's body was so much that it wasn't long before he whimpered, "Saph, Saphyre," and exploded into her hand. Her thumb stopped him from coming onto her face, directing jet after jet of the sticky liquid back down into her confining hand. When he finally subsided, sweating and twitching in the aftermath of powerful release, she let go of him and looked at her hand to see that her slim fingers and her palm were utterly covered in the syrupy liquid. She grinned and rubbed her palm with her fingertips, enjoying its texture. She realized that he was watching her and held up her hand, palm out.
"Good boy," she said playfully, and he blushed. Then she raised her hand and as the first drip collected at the base of her palm her tongue crept past her lips to lap it up before running all the way up her hand and index finger. She suckled on the digit, her eyes locked to his, and the sight was so erotic he felt his cock begin to throb with life again. She unceremoniously wiped her hand on the bedsheets to rid herself of the rest of the cloying liquid before crawling forward slightly to let her breasts drape around his member. She pulled it upright into her cleavage and began to gently heave against it, feeling it grow harder and harder with every moment. He reached down and pressed her globes together, his cock vanishing between the two mounds. She gently titfucked him for a few minutes, smiling uncontrollably at his reaction. Finally, she realized he was ready again and her smile melted away. "Bendux?" she asked.
"Yes?"
"You are ready?" When he nodded she drew herself up and crawled up the bed to lay across him, her leg sneaking in between his to rub against his hardness. "Bendux," she said quietly. "This…is not first time for me…but…be gentle please?"
He smiled and kissed the bridge of her nose. "I promise," he said.
She grinned and ducked her head to nuzzle his neck. "You take me, then," she whispered before rolling over and pushing herself up against the pillows so that her frame again covered the bed. He sat up and then pulled himself across her, and as he positioned himself her legs came up and wrapped around his midsection. He felt her muscles ripple and she hummed as he placed a finger inside her already-soaked entrance to gather some of her juice and then rub it across his cock. He placed his head at her lips and inhaled to ask if she was ready when her legs pulled him halfway into her, answering the question fore it left him. Placing his hands on either side of her he slowly pressed himself into her. Her sex devoured him, her smooth, silky walls drawing him further and further into her cleft until he'd hilted himself. As his pelvis came to rest against hers she sighed voluptuously and let her head fall back against the pillows. "Beautiful," she moaned. After a moment to let her organize herself, he slowly drew back and then thrust into her again. This time she moved with him, body heaving to keep as much of his cock inside her as possible. They began a slow, erotic rhythm in the moonlight and Bendux closed his eyes, trying to focus upon every tactile sensation in his mind to remember forever. Her insides were warm and wet, squelching slightly when he pressed himself down. Muscles that were meant to tightly squeeze a much larger draenei male caressed him gently. Her legs wrapped around him like bands of iron swathed in the softest cotton. Her hooves nicked the skin on his back as she squeezed him, sending jolts up his spine. After some time, she gently stopped him with a hand on his chest. "Now I take you," she said with a wicked grin. He let her roll the two of them over and she took a moment to make herself comfortable, taking his hands and placing them on her backside. As she began to slowly drive up and down on him he squeezed her and she cooed. She lay a hand across her breasts as they bounced with each jolt, her other hand moving down between her legs to rub at her clit. He began to thrust up to meet her and she began to whisper huskily words he didn't understand, though her cadence and hissing tone left little doubt that she was swearing floridly. She began to buck against him more violently, her tail thrashing back and forth to sting his legs. Her hands began to move against herself at a more urgent pace, creating a sight he knew he would never forget. Her eyes slid closed as she moaned loudly, leaning back to increase the pressure on him. He felt more and more fluid pour out around his shaft as she bit her lip began to cry out softly over and over.
He felt his vision growing fuzzy and he moaned her name through dry lips. "Saphyre...Saphyre, come." She heard him and his words had the desired effect. Her eyes flew open and she smothered herself with one arm; she screamed into her flesh as her body went rigid and her sex clamped down on him like a vice, juices pouring out like a rainstorm. Relieved of the need to hold out, Bendux felt his release wash over him like a cold wave, hilting himself inside her and digging his fingers into her backside as he came. She fell forward to kiss him fiercely, pushing his head down into the pillows while she lifted her hips to let him fall out of her. Then she rolled over and pulled him with her, cradling his head against her chest and cooing at him like he was a child. He nestled himself against her, using her breasts as a pillow, and she gently stroked his hair.
"Bendux," she said.
"Mm?"
He hesitated and he looked up to meet her eyes. "When you wake...I will be gone," she said haltingly.
He felt a lump form in his throat. "You won't stay?" he asked.
She shook her head and tears formed in her eyes. "Ben...you have been...wonderful. You are good man and I have enjoyed this greatly...but...my heart..." she pressed a hand to her chest.
"You don't love me," he said, and the words came more easily than he'd expected.
She nodded. "I like you very much...want you very much...but past like and wanting...there is no love." She swallowed. "Please do not hate me Bendux."
He took her hand and kissed her palm. "I don't, Saphyre. You're a lovely woman and I'm honored to share your bed. I hope I'll see you again someday." She smiled weakly and he returned it with a soft kiss. "Now, sleep," he said firmly. "Let me remember your arms fondly."
She hugged him to her gently and they drifted off to sleep, human and draenei with arms around each other.
