Chapter 1 - Chemical Attraction

 A pair of Goblins were a strange sight to see walking down the busy streets of Stormwind City, but the guards barely paid the pair any mind as they hauled the large crate through the crowded Trade District. The reason they were not accosted or attacked outright was the badges they sported, proudly proclaiming them as members of the festival crew. It was an odd tradition to hire out to goblins for the Festival of Love’s events, but yet they arrived every year to spread their fancy perfumes and chocolates all over the city. Normally this meant the Steamwheedle Cartel, who had a good corner on the event market. These two though were salesmen for the Crown Chemical Company, a rather new venture who’s perfumes and colognes were selling like hot cakes.


Salesman, Bah! thought Wax as he lugged the heavy crate along, Salesman wouldn’t be lugging around heavy loads.


“You see the drop site?” Called Vena from behind the other side of the crate.


Wax spared a glance over his shoulder and then called back, “Yeah, I see it. Straight ahead and watch out for the Elekk!”


The pair moved carefully but quickly to the stockpile of crates they had set up and set down the last of the boxes with a sigh. Wax stretched his small back and heard several satisfying pops while Vena took the time to shake out the cramps in her long fingers before running a hand through her black hair to straighten it up. “If that’s the last of ‘em,” she said, glancing around, “I’m taking off. I have some business I want to get to before we start selling tomorrow.”


Wax frowned at her, “What business could you possibly have in this city?”


As if to answer, the hard clipping of hooves on stone approached the pair. Wax stared up at the muscular Draenei male, way up, and looked at the smirking face behind a main of white hair. He wasn’t smirking at Wax though, but at Vena, “Evening, lovely. Are you ready for our date?”


Wax blinked in surprise as Vena nodded enthusiastically, “More than ready, Harrit.” She glanced back at her companion and said, “You got anymore questions for me about my personal life, Wax?”


Wax flushed a bit, which crept from his green cheeks up along his large ears, but did have a follow up question. He switched his speech to the Goblin tongue though as he asked, “Yeah, sure. What does he have that I don’t got?”


Vena gave him a sweet smile, waggled her eyebrows, and answered simply with, “Face tentacles.” Then she took Harrit’s hand, which meant she was holding her arm well over her head, before moving off and leaving Wax to maintain the inventory.


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Wax spent the first hour of his alone time securing all of the product they had brought and muttering angrily about Vena. He couldn’t believe how he had ever thought she was girlfriend material. Time and plenty of expensive dates ended up putting to bed any fantasy that Wax would enjoy her company as more than just a business partner. This latest slight just proved he had been right to let her dump him.


He was busily reorganizing the boxes when he heard a soft growl behind him. It wasn’t an uncommon thing, to hear growling in the city. Plenty of mounts and hunter’s pets were about at all times. What really worried Wax though was that he was pretty sure it was directed at him. Then, as he turned to investigate the noise, he heard the rush of something coming towards him and a woman shouting, “Whitefang! No!” moments before something slammed into him and brought him to the ground on his back before landing on top of him.


It was a hunter pet alright, a rather nasty looking wolf with a mouth full of snarling white teeth. The silvery fur was bristled and the beast was pushing down on his chest with two heavy paws. Wax felt as if he was staring in the face of death itself and for a moment he prayed to every god he could think of. Then a sharp whistle caused the beast to perk up its flattened ears and jump off of him before backing away. The wolf still didn’t take its eyes off of Wax as he sat up with a groan.


A tall, slender Night Elf stood next to the wolf, scolding him gently. She had blue hair pulled back into a short ponytail and a rather amazing figure. Her face had that same youthful exuberance as most of her kind. Wax dusted himself off as she said, “I’m so terribly sorry, friend. Whitefang has a bad history with members of the Horde races. Usually I keep a close eye on him when we are in places we might see them, but I didn’t think we’d find any here.”


“Ever think of a leash?” Wax asked, eyeing the wolf warily.


The woman’s eyes went wide, “Oh Goddess no! I wouldn’t dream of tying this boy down.” She bent down and scratched Whitefang behind the ears, muttering softly to him and praising him for absolutely nothing.


“Right, sure,” Wax muttered, “Why keep a gentle creature such as that on a leash in the middle of a crowded city?”


“Exactly,” said the Elf, missing the point entirely, “I’m sorry again, sir. Are you setting up for the festival?”


Wax nodded, “I am.”


“Fantastic,” She said, stepping forward and looking over the boxes that had yet to be opened as if she were browsing a shop window, “Then let me make it up to you by buying something from your stock.”


Wax’s ears liked to twitch when a sale was nearby, and they did so now. He had to ignore them though, “Sorry, no can do. I’m not allowed to sell anything until the start of the festival tomorrow.”


The purple skinned elf gave a small pout and said, “That’s dumb. I was hoping to buy a dress or some perfume in advance of the festival.” She turned to the Goblin and held out her hand, “I didn’t catch your name there, Friend. I’m Felicia.”


Wax reached out and shook her hand, “Name’s Wax Saltcharge.”


Felicia blinked, “Wax? Is that short for something?”


“Waxford.”


“Ah, I see. Well, Mister Wax, are you sure I can’t buy just some perfume off of you? I promise not to wear any until tomorrow.”


Wax thought about it for a moment, weighing his options between obeying his orders from the Crown Chemical Co. and earning a few extra coppers off this woman whose dog had almost tore his face off. He certainly could turn a small profit and she said she wouldn’t wear it until tomorrow.


“Well, I’m not supposed to,” he began before quickly flashing her a dazzling smile, “But I suppose I can’t say no to such a pretty pout, can I?”


Felicia perked up, smiling broadly, “Yay! Thank you so much. What do you recommend for a huntress looking to smell nice, but not give off to powerful a scent for any quarry?”


Wax opened one of the crates and rummaged through it, mumbling softly to himself as he did. It was a simple tactic; make her think he was picking the right one when really he would just pick one he thought smelled nice. He pulled out a small purple bottle of perfume and tapped it with his finger while pretending to listen to the noise it made. Satisfied, he turned around and held it up to her so she could read the label, “I’d go with, ‘VICTORY.’ It’s got a pleasant aroma and more of a natural scent to it.”


She examined the bottle for a moment, before smiling at him, “And what does this bottle cost, Wax?”


“Only a gold and fifty silver, ma’am.”
She looked back to the bottle, a small frown on her face, “A bit pricey. I wouldn’t be able to sample it, would I?”


Wax shook his head, “No ma’am. I was told not to give out any samples until we officially open shop. I don’t want to get in trouble after all.”


She sighed and stood up, stretching out her back and giving Wax a wonderful view of her strained cloth shirt against her chest as she did so. He tried to be polite and stared only until her eyes moved back to him and she said, “Sounds reasonable.”


She reached into a pouch and grabbed a few coins, pulling them out and handing them over to the goblin salesman. He felt the heft of the coins and the shape of them in his palm without looking and smiled, “Here you are ma’am, one bottle of lovely scent for the lovely lady.”


As Felicia moved to take the bottle, Whtiefang decided he did not enjoy the proximity of the goblin’s hand to his hunter. He lunged forward and snapped at Wax’s hand with his jaws to keep the Goblin’s fingers away from his companion. As Wax jerked his hand away to avoid the jaws, the perfume slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground. The bottle shattered and the liquid inside spilled all over the ground. At the same time a powerful scent wafted up and all three took a deep whiff of the scent. To Wax it smelled like an oily rag and a cleanly greased gear. It reminded him of the good times with Vena; Fixing his racer together, packing explosives as she planted the wicks, or the late nights at the factory when the two of them would clean up, then help themselves to a wonderful bottle of Kaja Cola under the stars.


Felicia also took a deep breath, but her reaction was much more than the subtle sigh that escaped Wax’s lips. Her eyes grew dull and her lips trembled softly. Her arms wrapped around her stomach as if to hold herself and she weakly said, “W-whitefang… Go home…”


The Wolf obediently padded away, sneezing a bit at the scent of the perfume. Wax shook himself out of his stupor enough to start moving to pick up the pieces, but a slender hand wrapped around his wrist. He looked up to see Felicia’s eyes looking down at him. Her breathing was heavier now as she said, “I-I am sorry about my companion and the ruined bottle.”


Wax tried to play it off and shrugged, “It was your bottle. Sorry you didn’t get to enjoy it.”


“Oh, I think I still can,” She said with a soft purr to her voice that made Wax slightly nervous. Then she was running her other hand along his bald head before sliding a digit down the edge of his ear. He took in a sharp breath at the feeling as she leaned closer and breathed softly against him to murmur, “Where are you staying?”


“Let me s-show you,” Wax stammered, taking her hand in his and pulling her along the Trade District. He didn’t know what the hell was going on, but his body was moving almost on its own as he took her quickly towards the Gilded Rose.


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Wax had never been so eager to open a door in his life, which of course made it almost impossible to deal with something as simple as putting a key into a lock. He managed it eventually though, twisting it left until he heard the click of the lock releasing. He pushed the door open and waved for Felicia to step through. She did, running her fingers along the top of his head lovingly as she passed. Then the goblin scampered in after her and closed the door before locking it again much quicker this time, “Well. Hope it’s a good enough room for you,” he said as he turned to face the Elf, “I didn’t get the best budget for-- MMPH!”


His sentence was interrupted by Felicia’s shirt, which had hit him in the face and blinded him. He reached up and pulled the green cloth off in time to catch a glimpse of the Night Elf’s amazing cleavage packed into her bra before she spun to face the bed. Her hands hooked the waistband of her pants and she gently tugged down on them, pushing the brown trousers down over her sturdy hips and down her slim thighs. Those perfectly shaped, purple thighs, Wax thought, And that tantalizingly round ass.


She stepped out of her pants and kicked them to the side before crawling onto the bed, swaying her hips as she moved on hands and knees along the simple mattress. When she was fully on the bedding, she flipped her head back and smiled hotly at the dumbstruck Goblin leaning against the door watching her panty clad rear wiggle, “Well, Wax? Are you going to join me?”


Wax nodded and quickly began removing his shirt, button by button, while never taking his eyes off of the mostly naked Night Elf who apparently had decided to throw him a bone. A part of his mind knew that something was wrong with the situation, that something had to have been in the perfume that he wasn’t aware of. It wasn’t filling him with anymore of a hormone rush than usual at the sight of a sexy woman, but he doubted a beautiful Night Elf would be caught dead with a Goblin otherwise. If it is some sort of love drug, he justified it as he threw open the shirt to reveal his neatly shaved flat chest, Then it’s affecting me too. I shouldn’t feel bad about any sort of advantage I’m taking here, right?


He moved several paces forward as he threw away his shirt before he remembered he still had his pants on. Then he was moving across the floor of the inn while unbuckling and pushing down the black dress pants as quickly as possible. This resulted in a wonderful dance where he tried to hop out of the legs without stopping his forward momentum. Felicia merely purred in delight as he approached, ignoring his awkward motions in favor of staring unabashedly at the tent that had formed in the boxers Wax wore underneath.


He scrambled up onto the bed quickly, settling on his knees to be at eye level with the smoldering beauty before him. Her eyes were stuck to his crotch. He smiled at her and thought he was very clever when he said, “You know, my eyes are up here.”


“True,” She shot back, “but the more interesting stuff is down there.”


Wax wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or not, but Felicia did not give him much time to think on it. She reached out and grabbed him by the waist, tugging him until he rolled under her and onto his back. Then, staring into his eyes now with a devilish grin on her face, she slowly hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear just as she had done with her pants a moment ago. A small tug was all it took to unleash the cock underneath. 


In the department of crotches, Wax was pretty confident that he was at least on par for his race. His 3.5 inch shaft sprung out of his boxers and bobbed slightly as it pointed in full hardness up at the Elf’s chest. Her head tilted down so she could get a good look at it. Then she rocked her hips back and leaned down, wiggling her body until her head was directly next to the small shaft. It was a sight to behold, watching her wrap her slender fingers around the base and use it to lightly pat her cheek, “I hear a lot of Goblins enjoy a woman who is very eager.”


“W-what man wouldn’t?” Stammered Wax.


Felicia giggled, “I guess you are correct. Well, I hope you don’t mind, Master Wax, but I think I need to be very eager with this.”


Wax felt her run her tongue up along the side of his dick before the lips wrapped around the head. He groaned and gripped the bedsheets as her dark purple lips sunk around his cock and slowly ran along his shaft. In short order she was at his base and moaned around him, which caused him to buck a bit at the vibrations. She spent a moment with him just in her mouth, then she quickly popped him out and wrapped a hand around his shaft to pump the small cock as she giggled again, “I’ve never had such an easy deep throat, if I could call it that. I guess there are some benefits of the smaller races…”


Wax tried not to feel embarrassed at being called small. Felicia made it very easy by returning her mouth to bob rapidly along his shaft. She easily took him in again and again, her ponytail bobbing in a mesmerising fashion as she took Wax’s cock into her mouth. Her tight lips sucked hard on it, causing him to buck again as she slowly pulled up as if to suck him dry. He assumed that was her intention at least.


He was so engrossed in the feeling along his aching green shaft that he barely noticed the hand movements she was making. Then he felt something smack his face for the second time that night. He grabbed the cloth and pulled it away, blinking in surprise at the pair of panties in his hands. The fabric was soft and thin and a small patch along the crotch was slick with juices. He looked down to see her smiling at him, his cock still firmly embedded in her mouth and the hint of her bare ass wiggling at the base of the bed. Then she started using her tongue along the underside of his shaft in small licks while her eyes darted between his face as the panties in his hand.


It took Wax a few pleasure filled moments to get the gesture, but finally he nodded and turned the panties inside out. Then he snaked his long tongue out and began licking the crotch and tasting a night elf’s juices for the first time. They would have been sweet normally, but in his addled state they tasted like the most divine thing in the world. Felicia seemed pleased with his groans of delight, because she too moaned around his cock again before starting her head up and down his shaft once more.


Far too soon he felt his muscles tighten and his climax approached. He tried to warn her, but all he could manage was a few deep grunts before his balls tightened and his cock began to twitch inside her mouth. Felicia, to her credit, did not pull away in disgust. She merely pulled back until just his tip was in her mouth and hummed softly at the pumping seed flowing along her tongue. When he gave a final twitch and relaxed his spent body, she popped him out of her mouth and locked eyes with him again before swallowing his load with a deep, “Mmm.”


Wax took a moment to feel really good at the sight, then he took another moment to feel bad. Vena had always complained about his lack of stamina, at least when they were fighting, and here he was used up again when there was so much of the sexy huntress he wanted to explore. When she crawled up along him though and he got his first glimpse of her hairless crotch, he realized that he felt none of the usual fatigue. Despite his high level of arousal though, he was not as hard as he would have liked. So when Felicia began slowly rubbing his half hard shaft against her lips, a sight which thrilled him to no end, he was forced to shake his head, “Sorry, babe. Don’t think you’re going to get a good time with that for a few minutes.”


The Elf gave him that same pout that had started this whole mess, but reluctantly nodded, “I was hoping not, but I understand. I’ll have to have you entertain me in another way while I wait, then.”


Felicia crawled up along Wax’s body again until her thighs were wrapped around his head and her glistening pussy was inches from his mouth. He looked up at her for a moment and she responded with a sweet smile that Wax took as encouragement. Then he dove his head in and stretched his tongue out to begin licking her sweet juices.


 If the goblin was lacking at all in stamina, he more than made up for it with enthusiastic pussy eating. Vena always used to tell him their best times together were when he was using his mouth down south rather than shooting it off. His long tongue flicked eagerly up and down the Elf’s moist lips and probed deep inside them, wriggling and pressing against her walls as he listened to the sound of her moaning. Then he pulled out the technique that he knew drove Vena wild and pressed the flat of his tongue against Felicia’s clit, rubbing along it slowly as the tip still flicked along her lips.


The effect was more than he ever could have expected. Her moaning turned to a string of filthy talk. At first it was in her native tongue and Wax couldn’t understand the actual phrases, though he got the context just fine. Then she suddenly switched to common, as if she couldn’t control herself, crying out, “Yes Master! Fuck me with your tongue! My pussy is yours, take it how you want!”


Wax wasn’t sure why the hell she called him master, but he continued to suck and lick her sweet pussy. He was surprised when she came all over his tongue suddenly, her juices flowing freely as she shook and clamped her thighs against his head hard. She grabbed at her breasts, still held within their bra, and squoze them as her orgasm overtook her. 


Wax watched her as best he could, though she was leaning back to let out a scream to the ceiling so he couldn’t get a good look at much. The flow of juices was sweet on his tongue, but he was slowly realizing he might run out of air before she finished and began to panic just a bit. Thankfully he didn’t have to pray to the gods this time before she released the hold on his head and collapsed backwards onto the bed, still shaking from the orgasm. Wax took a breath of fresh air and licked at his lips, which he hoped would taste this sweet for days to come.


Then he looked down at the Night Elf companion, her legs spread wide and her pussy open for him. He also saw that his efforts had awarded him a rare second wind; his shaft was hard as a rock once again from her lewd display. He quickly scrambled to his knees and crawled over to her. His small body had barely reached her when her legs wrapped around his waist and tugged him forward suddenly. Then he was sliding into her pussy with a precision he could not claim was his own. His small cock slipped easily between her lips and soon, hopefully not too soon for her, his pelvis was pressed against her skin and his balls slapped against her shapely ass.


“Goddess yes!” She moaned, bucking her hips slightly, “Fuck you feel so good in me, Master.”


Wax shook his head and wrapped his large hands around her thighs before he began thrusting slowly, “Fuck lady, what’s gotten into you?”


“You!” she moaned, matching his thrusts and causing their bodies to slap together softly. Despite their difference in size, Felicia’s pussy gripped his cock tightly with each thrust. He felt her milking him with her walls as the two pushed against one another again and again faster now. Wax knew that he would not last long with such an amazing grip on his cock. To help bring her along, the goblin leaned back and moved a hand to her crotch. His large thumb pressed gently against her clit again, rolling it around softly to give her some extra pleasure.


Again the effect was more than he could have hoped. The minute he began rubbing her clit, she shook with another sudden climax and her pussy gripped his cock hard. It almost pushed him out, in fact. Only Felicia’s legs clamped around him kept him from being forced from her as she rode another climax and moaned out, “Thank you,” over and over.


Confident that he had done his part to help his lover, Wax began thrusting harder as soon as he felt it was safe to do so without getting ejected from Felicia’s pussy out right. She continued to pant and moan at his thrusts, but at this point he felt she had been satisfied enough. He needed to match her at least. So he fucked her wildly, humping against her rapidly.


Their bodies began slapping together harder and their moaning grew, no doubt to a level that any nearby would have heard clearly. The smell of sex filled the air and a dampness grew along the bedsheets as the pair rutted against one another. Wax could feel the slickness of her tunnel as he thrust into her over and over. Determined to make this as good a fucking for her as possible, he gripped her hips tighter and growled as he pounded her relentlessly.


Felicia moaned all the while, pawing at her breasts and shouting out praises to him as he thrust into her. The steady stream of, “Oh fuck yes Master! Your cock feels amazing inside me! Fuck my aching pussy and use me!” filled the room once more. He was more than happy to comply with her request, using her until he felt his balls well up again.


 “Gonna cum!” was all he grunted, pushing as deep inside of her as he could go again and again.


“Yes!” she replied, “Cum inside me! Fill me up with your seed, Master. Please, I need it so bad!”


It was her begging him that did it. He slammed deep into her one last time and threw his head back, groaning as his cock twitched madly and unleashed his second copious amount of the evening, this time into her juicy pussy. The pair moaned together as the hot seed flooded her. Then, with an exhausted sigh, Wax let his body go limp and was fully prepared to fall backwards onto the bed as she had done earlier. However, her thighs around his waist prevented him from falling. She held him there as he panted, looking down over her perfect breasts to smile at him, “That was wonderful, sir.”


Wax nodded, staring up at the ceiling, “Fucking yes it was. None of my friends are going to believe this happened.”


Felicia tilted her head and frowned, “Happened? Are you done with me already, Master?”


Wax took a moment to let that sink in, then his eyes shot to her, “Wait. You want more?”


She nodded quickly, eagerly smiling at him, “Oh yes. There are so many things we still need to try, sir. I want more and more. Can you please give it to me?”


Wax swallowed hard and looked around the room. The windows filtered in the lantern light of the early evening now, which meant they had been at this for a bit longer than he realized. But still she wanted to go for another round. Despite his exhaustion, he did feel the same arousal coursing through him and knew that, with a moment to catch his breath, he’d happily be able to rise to the challenge again. He nodded quickly at her and said, “Sure, doll. I’ll be up for more. Let me just grab a potion from my bags to recharge my batteries, okay?”


Felicia nodded and released her grip on him, letting him move off the bed to his pack. He quickly rummaged and found a small vial of purple liquid. He downed it in one gulp, felt his body strengthen and his stamina return, and turned around to start round three with his surprising lover.


He was greeted by her bra being flung into his face.


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Several hours after midnight Vena stomped up the stairs of the Gilded Rose with a sour expression on her face. She hated listening to that Draenei prick boast about himself all night. It was almost not worth the fine meal, dozens of drinks, and dessert he had purchased for her. Yet when she thought back to the jealous look on Wax’s face as she walked away with Harrit, she realized it had been worth it after all. He had been a thorn in her side ever since she had dumped him. The miserable drunken visits he made, the rude comments he threw when he was sober, hell even the fact that he had claimed the racer they had built together as his own! Her toying with him like this was a small way to satisfy her own pettiness over their separation. A night with a boastful man was well worth the knowledge he had probably gone back to his room alone to wank off to the thought of her again.


When she reached the top of the stairs, she heard the click of the lock of the room to the left of hers. Probably Wax coming to lecture me about being up so late before the big day, she thought to herself. She turned her head to the door in time to see it open and a very embarrassed looking purple face and body darted out of the doorway and raced down the stairs. Vena’s eyes went wide at the sight of the dishevelled looking Night Elf making a quick exit from the room she knew her ex was staying in.


Unable to stop herself, Vena marched to the still half open door and peered inside, fully intending to see his place scattered with clothes from the looting the Night Elf had no doubt just undertaken. Surely it couldn’t have been what it looked like. Not with Wax involved. It must have been a midnight robbery.


She saw clothes alright, but just the outfit Wax had been wearing that day, a pair of discarded panties she doubted were his and several empty potion bottles. She also breathed in the heavy scent of sex in the air. With both of those clues, Vena turned her eyes to the bed to see Wax, fully naked and covered with sweat, passed out on the bed with a very satisfied smile on his face. His small cock was still rock hard despite the fact he looked like he couldn’t do a thing to help it along.


Realizing what had happened while she was away, Vena turned and slammed the door closed. She marched to her own room, muttering to herself about stupid dates and stupid elf bimbos. Wax was in far too deep of blissful trance to hear or appreciate the sound of  Vena’s toy humming in the next room over as the goblin woman spent a lonely night trying to work out her sudden frustration.