Chapter 0 - Chapter One

The Broken Shore must have been beautiful once, Phyruss thought as he surveyed the field. Toppled trees were full of lush green leaves and bore fruit the elf had never seen before. Bushes with colorful flowers stood on the edge of smoking craters. And the clearest streams were stained with only a few lines of blood.

But the Blood Knight didn't have the time to admire the conflicting view as a gauntleted hand was offered to him. He shook his head and rubbed at a throbbing spot on his neck where a demon had struck him during the battle countless moments ago. His armor held, but his body would feel it in the morning.

“Seems we won…” Phyruss said as he took and squeezed the proffered hand.

“We did.” responded a woman with a tired lyrical tone. “...haven’t checked with the commanders about losses, but it’s easy to see it could have been worse.”

The woman pulled to help Phyruss to his feet. He groaned as blood oozed from recent wounds and aching muscles winced from sudden pains. He then looked into the woman’s face and waved a hand to stop her.

“Body isn’t agreeing with me. Let me rest a little longer..”

The woman hummed then leaned down to help Phyruss to sit back down against the pillar that overlooked The Broken Shore. She was gentle and slow with the motion with a deliberate care that gave him plenty of chance to admire her.

Like him, she was a Sin'dorei, a blood elf, and like him, they both had armor-bearing protective charms from The Silver Hand. But where he was tall and muscular, she was short and chubby. While they both had eyes touched with a green fel-light, one of hers was milky and blind, likely from a crossed scar that marred her features. His hair was silvery-white in a long flowing stream. While hers was a vibrant gradient that went from sandy brown to shimmering oranges.

He’d seen her before. But until then…

“I don’t think I ever got your name.” He said. 

She laughed when she set him down. She then whirled around and sat down, pressing her back against the wide pillar. She then sighed a sigh that sounded as exhausted as he felt.

“You have. We’ve lent our aid to the Silver Hand’s missions.”

He smiled and bobbed his head.

“That’s right…guess this is our first assignment together.”

“Mmm hmmm…”

They sat there together. Silently watching the waves lick the nearby shore. Admiring the way the wind blew past the leafy trees that remained upright or how it felt to have that same wind brush through their tresses and caress their skin.

Phyruss turned towards Charlotte and smiled.

“Phyruss.”

Charlotte turned and took his hand. She squeezed it and offered the warmest sweetest smile. It was the kind of smile that made him forget, if but for a moment, that they had just risked their lives in battle.

“Charlotte LaChance. And I don’t know if you noticed, but if you hadn’t taken down that Felguard, I might not have made it.”

Phyruss smiled. He remembered the moment in an instant. Especially since her vibrant hair was hard to forget.

“I remember. You were holding up a shield of Light to protect escaping wounded, weren’t you?” Phyruss said.

Charlotte nodded.

“Think nothing of it,” he said, “You probably did the same for another. Possibly even for me. And…”

Charlotte leaned into his shoulder. He turned towards her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder drawing her closer. She reached down and rested a hand on his leg.

“Charlotte?” He asked.

“Shhh…” she said “...It just hit me how damned close we were to death. So I’m feeling a little vulnerable.”

He laughs. “I won’t tell anyone. If it helps, I feel much the same. Hurts to move right now, but I’ll heal by the time the healers get to me. If they get to me…I got off easy.”

Charlotte laughed and patted the spot on Phyruss’ thigh. She glanced at him and spoke punctuating her words with a gentle rub along his thigh. He was surprised by how that touch tingled even though he was encased in dirty armor.

“We got off easy.” she said, “...I’d offer to help the healers, but I was never very good at curative magics.” She admitted. “I had mentors who always warned me that I’d need it one day.”

He chuckled as his fingers roamed over her pauldrons. He searched and searched until his fingers found purchase beneath the slab of enchanted metal. He pushed until he felt her soft shoulder beneath the padding she wore. Then he curled his fingers and scratched her mahogany-colored skin.

“You know…” he said in a huff, “...there are worse things then sitting here until we’re ready to move.”

She shuddered at his touch.

At first, he thought he misread the mood and expected her to pull away. But he noticed her cheeks had darkened with a visible flush when he looked at her face. And as they gazed into each other's eyes, she moved her fingers until she could find one of the buckles that kept his armor in place.

“What are we doing?” She asked as her long fingers tugged and pulled at the buckles and straps that kept his codpiece in place.

He looked down at her hand and purred as the wind carried her scent to his senses.

“I think we both know.” He said. “But are you willing?”

She smirked at him and unfastened his codpiece. He set the plate to the side. Then she pressed two fingers together between his knees, then walked them up towards his then-exposed crotch. When she reached his growing arousal, she squeezed it in her fist and gave that thick length a slow deep rub.

“As willing as you are it seems. But do try and stay quiet. We don’t want to interrupt anyone else.”

Neither of the elves kept track of the time. All that mattered was slaking the thirst for life that had built up over the day’s fighting. Neither imagined that they’d see each other again after that day. Nor did they truly care. Their bodies were wounded by the Legion and the aches and pains they felt were proof enough that they were alive. And in that moment on a hill overlooking a smoking battlefield, two paladins of the Silver Hand found peace in one another.

Charlotte drew the elf's cock out from his trousers and sank to her tummy. Her juicy lips kissed the throbbing tip and pulsing shaft, while her hands carefully rubbed his full heavy sack. She then parted her lips and lowered her head down onto that thick throbbing dick.

He caressed her cheek and ran his fingers through her hair. It encouraged her to moan and purr as she sucked him down. And every hum sent shivers racing through his flesh until it triggered him to murmur praise for the noble woman’s skill.

“Hnnghhh Fuck!” he groaned, “Keep that up, Charlotte.”

She smiled around his cock, then raised her head off his length. She parted her lips until he could see her tongue and the sticky splash of white lust on her tip. But before the seed could drip onto her breastplate, she rolled her tongue back and drank that lust down.

“Mmmnn,” she hummed, “It’s not bad. But I know where it’d be more welcome.”

She stroked him and pushed him off the ground to her knees. She then drew back the gauzy cloth that offered some modesty for her thighs.  She spoke words of command and her codpiece raised upward into her armor. It left her panties exposed to the curious winds and Phyruss' approving gaze.

“Here, hold your cock.” she said. “And let LaChance take care of the rest.”

Phyruss did as she bade and wrapped his fist around his cock. He held it in place as she tugged her panties to the side until it snapped in place and hugged her thick soft thighs. She then clambered up his body until she felt his crown kiss her sex.

“Let’s not waste time,” she hissed as she squatted down onto that cock. 

Her hands fell on Phyruss' shoulders and his hands grasped her hips. He guided her down until their bodies crashed together with a gentle slap of lewd flesh and she uttered the softest sigh of ecstasy. His fingers curled, tightening their grip on her hips. And her knees squeezed together, pinning his legs together as much as she could.

Before long, all thoughts of the previous fighting had faded away. They found it easy to ignore the stings and aches of their battered bodies. Then all etiquette was lost as the elves moaned their pleasure on that exhausting afternoon.

“Nnghh Mnnghhh Ooooh Phyruss~” she moaned as she rode him. She felt her knees weaken as her body tingled each time she sheathed him inside of her folds. Her eyes slammed shut as she melted to the sensations that raced through her.

She threw her head back and parted her lips, but he grabbed the nape of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. Her moans and cries filled his throat as their tongues lashed together. Drool from the sloppy kiss ran down his chin, while her juices squirted down his cock and coated his sack in lust.

He moved a hand to grasp her ass and imagined how soft her big round ass must have been. And she clapped her palms on his chest and scratched upon the dirty plate, as she fantasized how his muscular chest might have looked.

The heat rose. Sweat ran down their bodies. Then they groaned into a deeper fuller kiss as he came. Thick ropes shot deep inside of her until she felt warm, soaked, and strangely safe. At least, safe enough that she could break free of their kiss and throw her head back to purr as an orgasm took her.

Their hands held on tight as they rode those sensations until they noticed the light of an approaching healer's lantern.

The healer rolled their eyes and murmured beneath their breath.

“If you’re quite done. You can celebrate victory in Dalaran.”

Phyruss and Charlotte snapped out of the spell and scurried to redo their armor before making for the portal back to the city in the sky.