Chapter 2 - Rendezvous

After a few more moments to rest, the sisters began their search again. This time, Trix made sure to stay behind Lunora, calling out directions seemingly at random while she protected her sister’s backside. For her part, Lunora tried to get her back in the lead, but Trix would not be persuaded to budge.


After several random turns and at least one double back, the twins found themselves in a small circle of buildings. Trix began eyeing the different signs while tapping her chin.


“Where are we, Trixera?”


“This is called the Drunken Courtyard. Each of these buildings is actually a different tavern. If your elf friend wanted to meet you anywhere, it would be here.”


Lunora nodded, “Alright, so we just start checking taverns for him, from left to right. I’ll start--”


Trix cut her off by pointing at a random door and shouting, “That one!” 


Before Lunora could protest, the younger twin was already through the doorway.


Lunora rolled her eyes and followed at a much more reasonable pace.


The tavern was a mixture of conversation and, surprisingly, the faint sounds of battle. A goblin barmaid in a white shirt that showed off a pair of ample green breasts walked by with a tray of drinks and gave her a friendly, “Heya sweetie! Find a place! Someone’ll be right wit ya.”


Lunora raised a finger to try and stop her, “Actually, I’m just here looking for somebody.”


The black haired serving girl stopped and cocked an eyebrow, “Oh? And who might that be?”


“I’m looking for a blood elf named Ethriel.”


The barmaid eyed Lunora up and down, scrutinizing the bounty hunter. Then she frowned, apparently not liking what she saw, “Don’t want any trouble between factions here, dahling.”


Lunora shook her head, “No, no, I’m not here to fight him. He’s a friend.”


The maid brightened up instantly, “Ah, in that case, it’ll be five gold t’ know if I’ve seen ‘Im around here.”


It was Lunora’s turn to frown, “What? I’m not giving you gold just to know if you’ve seen him.”


The goblin shrugged, “Suit yourself.” Then she walked off without another word.


Lunora sighed and looked around the crowded bar room. The best thing to do would be to find her sister first, so she didn’t lose her only guide to the city. Thankfully, that didn’t take long.


Trix sat at a table across from a dark skinned night elf, laughing with him at some joke Lunora wasn’t privy to. Her hands were moving in a repetitive motion in front of her, though doing what the bounty hunter couldn’t see. As Lunora approached the table on the left side, a dwarf moved up on the right and set down four mugs of ale. Then Lunora got a good look at the table and what her sister was doing.


Between the pair was a carved box, opened up to reveal some sort of map or board. Trixera and the night elf were each busily shuffling a deck of cards. Trix was focusing on the cards themselves, while the night elf shuffled his deck casually and took half his attention to admire the beautiful draenei in front of him.


“You do remember why we are here, don’t you?” Lunora asked as she took up a seat on the left.

Trix rolled her eyes as the night elf eyed the older sister now, “Yeah, I know. He’s out right now, but he should be back soon, according to Tenny.”


“Who’s Tenny?”


Trix nodded over to the goblin Lunora had spoken with a few moments ago, “Nice lady. Very easy to deal with.”


Lunora frowned, “You didn’t pay her, did you?”


Trix slid her cards into a side slot on the board as she said, “Of course I did.”


“You shouldn’t have done that. We could have found him on our own.”


Trix shrugged and drew three cards while her opponent flipped a coin, “Easier this way.” Then she smiled at the result of the flip and drew another card.


“What exactly are you doing?” Lunora asked, watching the board. The Elf dropped one of his cards on the table casually and the image of a miniature mana wyrm formed above it, hissing.


“Playing Hearthstone while we wait,” She said, drawing another card and then tapping a small stone button on the side of the board.


“What’s Hearthstone?”


Both Trix and the Elf stopped playing and looked at her. “You don’t know what Hearthstone is?” Her sister asked, shocked.


Lunora shook her head, “No. Never heard of it.”


Trix’s eyes twinkled, “Oh boy, a card game virgin. I’ll have fun teaching you, sis.”


The dwarf choked on his ale a bit and the elf chuckled before tapping a small disk on his board and pointing at Trixera. A small blast of fire rocked out towards her, smacking into her and disappearing without doing much else. Then, as he ordered the Mana Wyrm to attack Trix with minimal results, he said, “Are you sure you want to teach her now? If you plan on distracting yourself you might lose our little bet.”


As Trix smiled and drew another card, Lunora cocked an eyebrow at her, “You bet on this?”


“Of course I did,” Trix replied. She spent a few moments thinking, then sighed and dropped down a card. The image formed into a small raptor with electrified claws.


“Is there always betting in this game?”


“Not always,” Trix said with a shrug. She watched her Raptor as the Mana Wyrm came up and attacked it, only to be ripped to pieces and the card that spawned it discarded. Then another blast of fire from the elf hit the Raptor and it burned away in a puff of smoke, “but it’s more fun to add something in addition to ranks.”


This spawned a whole line of questioning from the older twin. She asked about everything she could, curious despite herself. As Trix explained how the game worked, her current match progressed. The younger sister answered everything, no matter how stupid the question sounded, but Lunora quickly saw that it was affecting her game play. At least several times she played distractedly, dropping a minion at the wrong time or using her “hero power” when she didn’t mean to. Once she even hung her head as she placed a minion down and Lunora asked why.


Her night elf opponent explained this one, mostly by demonstrating the importance of minion placement by launching a tiny meteor to destroy three prime targets at once. She began to fall behind quickly, doing what she could to chip away at her opponent's life while he comfortably controlled the board space.


The confident night elf said, “Your turn, and probably your last as well.”


Lunora was worried for her sister. She was at one health with a board full of wicked looking elementals staring down at her lone alley cat. Trix drew a card and then suddenly smiled at the elf, “It is the last turn for sure.”


Then she proceeded to drop two spells from her hand and use her hero power, chomping away at 12 of the Elf’s remaining 13 life. Then she patted the tiny image of the yellow saber kitten on the table and nodded. All four at the table watched the tiny cat dart past the elementals, who flailed in vain to stop it before it could reach its target. From what Lunora understood this was just for show, only a minion with “taunt” could stop the cat now. The small cat leapt up and sank its teeth into the last point of health the mage had remaining. There was a small explosion on the board as the Elf blinked in surprise, “Shit. You played me.”


Lunora cocked an eyebrow at her sister, who winked, “Thanks, sis. You allowed me to fool him into thinking I was misplaying and sneak a win in.”


“Oh,” Lunora said, “You’re welcome?”


As the two combatants shook hands, Lunora’s curiosity bubbled to the surface again, “So what did you win?”


Trix smiled triumphantly and pointed at the Elf, “I get him.”


“What?”


“If I won,” she explained, “Which I did, I get a night of fun with this lovely man here.”


Lunora looked between the two, “That was if you won?”


Trix nodded, “Yep!”


“Is there a problem with that?” The Elf asked, frowning a bit.


“No! No problem. I meant you are good looking and all but usually that is what I would expect you to bet on your end, not for her to win.”


Trixera laughed, “She’s not wrong, but he did bet me something sexual as well.”


Lunora cocked an eyebrow in question, but she wasn’t sure she really wanted to know.


Trix turned and ran a hand over the bald head of the dejected looking dwarf that had brought them all drinks at the start of the match, “Sorry, Fern. I’m sure you have an amazing cock, but your friend couldn’t quite cut it.”


As Lunora stared at her sister incredulously, Fern shrugged, “Is alright. Why don’ I play y’ fer it meself, afterward?”


Trix nodded, “I’d rather not deny you again so easily, buddy. Why don’t you just buy me a couple drinks and we’ll see where things go, hmm?”


The dwarf nodded and glanced over at Lunora, “Y’ interested in something t’ pass the time while yer sister gets ‘er reward?” he asked with a waggle of his eyebrows.


Trix went a bit stiff and glanced at her sister nervously, but Lunora simply shook her head politely, “No thank you. I’m afraid I’m not the loose cannon my sister is.”


The younger twin gave the night elf a sinful look and said, “I assure you, there is nothing loose about me.”


Lunora gave a roll of her eyes and the night elf chuckled, “Oh, I don’t doubt that.”


Then, in a sudden burst of speed that shocked everyone, the young huntress stood and pointed at her prey, “Get that skinny butt upstairs. Now!”


As the elf nodded and moved away, Lunora caught her sister’s arm, “What about Ethriel?”


Trix nodded to a table on the other side of the bar, “Only one blood elf has come in here, so I think that’s him. Came in towards the end of our game. You go get everything settled on our job while I have my fun. Won’t take me long.”


Lunora watched her sister go, then turned to look at the table she had indicated. She couldn’t believe she missed him coming in.



The first time Lunora had met Ethriel, the skinny blood elf had been naked and at the mercy of an Eredar. These days he was a free man, but insisted on being Lunora’s point of contact for her missions and spent his free time assisting her. He never asked for any portion of the profits either. In fact he seemed rather well off when it came to money. This was apparent from the fine silks he always wore and the perfectly cared for complexion he always sported. Today’s ensemble was a gold trimmed set of white robes that stood out against the otherwise grimy city. His long, white blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, but Lunora had no doubt that it had been professionally done.


She walked up to the table and gave him a small wave before sitting down in a seat opposite his. His bright green eyes lit up with delight at the sight of her and he gave her a much more friendly smile in return as he said, “Evening, Ma’am. It is good to see you were able to find me.”


“Ethriel,” Lunora said with a nod, “It is good to see you too. Why did you ask me to meet you here instead of traveling with me?”


He bowed his head apologetically to her, “Forgive me, ma’am. I would have loved to keep you company, but I had to take a path that ran through a Horde outpost so I could collect a few personal items.”


“There is nothing to forgive, Ethriel. I was just curious why we split. That’s all.”


A goblin came over and set a small bottle of wine and two glasses onto the table. Ethriel thanked him and opened the bottle, sniffing it and nodding his approval before sitting it down without pouring. Lunora shook her head, “Can I ask a question and get a straight answer out of you?”


Ethriel shrugged, “Depends on the question, really. A man has to have his secrets, after all.”


“Why do you insist on helping me with my work?”


Ethriel sighed, “I owe you a great debt, Ma’am. I intend on paying you back for it. Besides, I enjoy our time together. Don’t you?”


Lunora turned her head away and shrugged noncommittally, “You don’t owe me anything, Ethriel.”


He shrugged at her again, “Despite what you say, I do owe you my life, ma’am.”


“Call me Lunora, please. I don’t like your tone when you say ma’am.”


“As you wish, Lunora,” he mused, though the way he said her name had the same tone as when he called her ma’am.


Deciding to change the subject, Lunora asked, “So why are we here?”


The elf finally poured them each a glass of wine. He brought the glass to his lips, took a small sniff, then slowly sipped at it while waving a hand to the other glass to offer it to her. She picked it up and unceremoniously downed the wine with a single long drink, not having the patience to savor the taste. This caused a rare moment of disapproval to cross Ethriel’s face, but it returned to its normal cheery smile shortly after. “We are here,” he said, “because you told me you wanted a good paying bounty for once.”


“Right. What is so special about Gadgetzan?” Lunora asked.


“This city is a boom town with lots of unsavory folk running around. There are bound to be a few bounties for someone of your talents.”


“I’m not a hitman for criminals,” She said sharply.


He held up his hands, “I understand that. There are still plenty of legitimate jobs though. Plenty of bounties on raiding parties and the like. In fact, the one I had in mind for you--”


He was cut off, as was all the noise in the room, by a sudden scream from upstairs. 


Lunora jumped to her feet, recognizing Trixera’s voice even in just a yell. She was halfway to the stairs with her maces drawn when the scream turned into a long string of, “Yes! YES! Gods and Light harder! Fuck my tight pussy with your massive cock!”


The bar patrons around her chuckled and resumed their conversations over the noise of her sister’s moaning. Lunora huffed as she put away her weapons and stomped back to her seat, sitting down harder than she intended as Ethriel cocked an eyebrow at her.


“What?!” She snapped.


“Who is that?” He asked, nodding to the ceiling.


She frowned, “What makes you think I know?”


He chuckled, “A few reasons. The biggest one being that you aren’t really the hero type, normally. It must be someone that you know personally to practically rush upstairs after her.”


“I saved you and didn’t know who the hell you were,” Lunora countered.


“True and I am very grateful,” he said with a nod, “But how many crimes in the city today have you ignored?”


Lunora sighed. She had turned a blind eye at anything she saw that would be considered illegal and her companion seemed to know that. Finally, realizing she had no real reason to keep this from him, she muttered, “She’s my sister.”


His eyes went wide as her proclamation was followed shortly by Trix letting out another scream of pleasure, “Well... this has to be uncomfortable for you.”


Lunora nodded, “It is.”


“Why did you bring her with you, anyway?”


“I didn’t. She has been here for a while it would seem.”


“And I assume she is joining us?” he asked.


Lunora nodded, “She insisted on coming along.”


Ethriel glanced up at the ceiling, as if his gaze could penetrate the wood to reveal the moaning woman beyond, “Younger or older?”


“Younger, but only by a few minutes.”


“Ah, Twins!” he said, leaning forward, “So she is as gorgeous as you are then?”


The glare Lunora gave him was everything Ethriel had hoped for and he laughed for a full minute. Lunora only half minded the laughter. At least it drowned out the sound of panting.


“So your sister is a bit more of a free spirit than you are?” Ethriel asked once he had calmed down. Lunora nodded again as she took the bottle of wine and poured herself another drink. Ethriel watched her down the whole glass before continuing, “And this bothers you?”


“Naturally.”


He gave her a dazzling smile, “Then I will do my best to keep my hands off of her. Though it may be difficult, if she looks anything like you.”


Lunora growled and grabbed the bottle of wine before standing up, “I’m going outside. Call me when she stops screaming.”


With a final nod to her elf companion, she stood and walked out of the inn. A string of obscenities and filthy talk followed her out.


******


Outside the tavern the air was cooling slightly as the city of Gadgetzan faded into dusk. The streets were clearing, the few merchant carts in the circle of taverns packing up and heading out before the streets became unsafe. Lunora stood away from everything, sulking in a bit of shadow spawned from an overhanging bit of roof. Inside the tavern came the sounds of revelry, but thankfully the walls muffled her sister's moans.


Lunora was trapped in her own thoughts at the moment. How could Trixera be so casual about sex? They were raised the same, weren't they? Their parents taught them that love was a beautiful thing to share between two souls intertwined in the light, not a casual thing to give to anyone who winked at you! How could her sister have strayed so much?


Or was she wrong? Her views on sex had been skewed for a long time because of her torture. Before the crash, hadn’t Lunora been more curious than cautious when it came to her body and the idea of sexual relations. Hadn’t she been flirting with the other kids their age and showing off more to impress them. Trix had been there through it all, but then they had been separated. If she had remained with her sister through their formative years, instead of being subjected to daily torture at the hands of her… of him, would she have turned out much the same way? Free and clear to enjoy as much as her sister appeared to?


As she sat and pondered, a pair of arms slowly wrapped around her waist and a soft voice whispered in her ear, "Good evening, gorgeous."


For a moment, the voice sounded like him. The way he greeted her, the way his hands slowly caressed her, even the way he smelled reminded her of that bastard who had captured her. She would have spun on him, broken away from his grip and pummeled him until he was a bleeding mess, if not for her memories of her sister speaking to her. The soothing tone in her voice hours earlier, telling her to relax and think, permeated her every thought in that moment, stopping her gut reaction. Their conversation about wild animals too caused her to hesitate. It was that hesitation that probably saved the man's life.


"It is so good to see you again, Trix," he said, nuzzling against her neck.


Lunora relaxed, just a bit. This wasn't her master, but another one of her sister's fuck buddies. He must not be able to see the differences between her and her sister in the fading light. Her scars were barely visible in the dim overhang and she was pretty sure he was paying more attention to her neck than anything else. The end result was a very unfortunate mix up that she should correct right now.


But she didn't.


Instead Lunora reached back,  her hand shaking with nervous excitement as she ran her fingers through a tangle of long hair and along a slender, pointed ear. He was definitely an elf.


I shouldn't be doing this, she thought as she groaned softly. 


Your sister seems fine after her trysts, argued a part of her, why should she have all the fun?

I should save myself for someone I truly want to be with, She tried again, My soul mate.


You are already far beyond purity anyway, a third, darker part argued, You are a defiled whore already, just like your sister.


Lunora chose to ignore that last part. Instead she slid her hands up to grip the man's wrists and pull them away from her hips. She then placed the mysterious man's hands on her breasts tentatively.


The man chuckled in her ear, slowly kneading her chest through the tough mail she wore, "Hard to get much feeling through that armor, love. Maybe we should go inside and get you out of it?"


Lunora shook her head softly, trying to keep her words soft, partially to avoid attention and partially to prevent him from noticing any differences in what he thought was Trixera’s voice, "No... I-I need it here. Now. I c-cant wait." She cursed herself for stumbling over the words a bit, but she was surprised she was doing this at all. She should be a mess right now, but her sister had brought out a bit of jealousy, with all the attention she got. Lunora was determined to give this a try and see if she could handle a casual fling.


"Out here in the open?" He asked, "can't even make it to an alley?"


Lunora swallowed and realized she was standing in the street, her body draped against a stranger and his hands fondling her openly. She quickly nodded and whispered, "I guess I can wait that long."


Immediately the man dropped his hands from her breasts and gently took one of arms, pulling her gently towards an alleyway. As Lunora spun around she got her first good look at her lover.


He was a night elf, slim but well toned and wearing a robe of feathers. His green hair hung loosely around his pale blue face, framing a beautiful set of glowing yellow eyes. His exposed arms showcased several tattoos, showing off the tribal druidic markings. He smiled as he led her over to the alley and pulled her close, his hands wrapping around her waist as he leaned forward. Lunora embraced the closeness, trying to let go of the panicked portion of her mind telling her this was a trap or a trick. But when his lips touched hers, she felt a small calm rush through her. The voice was still there, but his tender lips had temporarily silenced it. She wrapped her thin arms around his neck and kissed him back, feeling for the first time that she actually wanted to be kissed at all.



Lunora spent several long minutes simply kissing this night elf stranger, enjoying the new sensation. He was more than happy to oblige her in the feeling. Their hands slowly moved up and down one another’s bodies. Lunora’s movements were cautious, slowly running her slender fingers through her partner’s hair and twirling it around carefully. She was not confident that she could do more than that on her own. Her lover shared none of her caution though. His powerful hands took the opportunity to slide up her sides and hook under her chain mail, expertly pulling it up and over her head. She found that she was surprisingly okay with it, all things considered. The few moments they had to break the kiss so he could pull her armor off gave her a time to take a deep breath. Then the mail was over her head and she was staring into his gleaming eyes. He gave her a soft smile before leaning forward and pushing their lips together once more.


This time wasn’t a passionate kiss, but a hungry one. His tongue slid almost immediately along her lips. She opened her mouth and met his tongue with hers, moaning softly at the new enjoyable act. He pushed her harder against the alley wall and slowly began working his hands under her bra. She had a moment of panic when he cupped her bare breasts, but his soft fingers caressing the underside of her ample chest removed any fears from her mind and she simply gave him an encouraging moan to continue.


After a few more minutes he broke the kiss and moved his lips to her ear. His breath was hot as he murmured to her, “Is this all you want, lover? Or should I do more?”


She had already come so far, but she again surprised herself by murmuring back, “More. Please.”


He nodded to her, “Yes ma’am. Mind taking off your pants and underwear for me? My hands are a bit occupied.” As he said this, he gave her chest a gentle squeeze to show he was telling the truth. She nodded quickly and untangled her hands from his hair as he began to nibble on her earlobe. She let out a few soft whimpers as she undid the clasp on her belt and wiggled her hips, helping her hands move her pants and underwear down her legs. Once the leg guards were around her ankles she swallowed once to gain her voice and said, “Okay. They are off.”


The man nodded and growled hotly in her ear, “Undo my robe as well, please.”


The growl made her hesitate and shiver despite the cold. Her rational mind came back into the forefront and told her once again that this could end badly for her. A few images of her former life flashed through her head. The commands issued by her former master (no, he was her captor; she had to remind herself of that) dominated her thoughts. She couldn’t let someone else command her like that, could she?


She must have taken too long in thinking about this, because he paused, still fondling her breasts, before pulling away to look at her with concern, “Is everything okay? We can slow down if you want.”


She blinked at the man in front of her and had to fight back another wave of surprise from showing on her face. He genuinely wanted to make sure she was okay. He was willing to wait for her. To slow down so she could catch her breath. She smiled at him, “You are sweet. I should be fine though. Thank you for your concern.” Before he could double check with her and before she could second guess herself, she placed her hands on either side of his robe’s collar and pulled it open, revealing the naked body beneath it.


The night elf’s blue skin was well toned and covered with beastial markings. Her eyes were drawn lower, of course, to the large eight inch shaft that sprung up  as she pulled the lower half of the robe apart. It was a thin shaft, and curved slightly upward at its full erect state. Lunora thought it was quite nice, as far as her experience went. She took a moment to admire it, which brought a smirk to the Elf’s face. He let her stare at it for a few moments longer before saying, “Anything in particular you’d like to do with it? Or would you just like to stare?”


She blushed and swallowed before smiling shyly at him, “I’d love to touch it. I hope you don’t mind if we don’t go farther.”


He shook his head, “I don’t mind at all. Mind if I return the favor to you though?”


She nodded slowly to him as she extended one of her hands and wrapped it around the druid’s shaft, slowly stroking it a few times to get a good feel for it. He let out a soft sigh and returned to nibbling on her ear as she began to gently pump his cock with her hand. Meanwhile one of his hands slowly moved away from her right breast and slid slowly down her taut stomach towards her crotch. Her legs slowly parted and her breathing grew quicker as he neared her wet lips. She leaned back hard against the wall as a single finger began to slowly caress between her pussy lips. She bit her lower lip and began to stroke him a bit faster, all the while muttering a soft “Ohh… More.. Please give me more…”


The druid obliged her, curling his finger and slowly pushing it inside her. Her hips gave a single uncontrollable buck and she let out a deep gasp as he began to finger her slowly. 



He gave her a few moments to enjoy the feeling of his digit inside of her, then began to pump in and out of her slowly. She tried her best to return the favor, but she wasn’t very skilled when it came to pleasing men. Her motions were jerky and halting, the position of her hand on his shaft was awkward at best, considering he had her pinned to the wall and was doing his best to press her body against hers. In addition he was distracting her with his wildly skilled fingers. The fact he was pleasing her at all was surprising. Normally her body did not react to sexual advances or pleasure. But his curling middle finger was soon joined by a second, both pressing deep into her folds and causing her to buck her hips and moan softly into his ear. He was encouraged by this, pumping his finger in and out quicker with each new twitch of her body. She tried to pick up her pace to match, but he was overwhelming her to the point she had to use both hands just to brace herself against the wall.


Her night elf lover took this as a good sign and began to finger fuck her faster, causing soft wet sounds to join her audible moans. This was something new. The combination of the taboo situation, the public display and her general level of arousal due to her earlier conversations with her sister had erased any of her usual hang ups about sex and turned her into a squirmy mess at this druid’s touch.


“Remember our last time, Trix?” the man whispered hotly into her ear before nibbling on it.


“Y-yes,” Lunora lied, closing her eyes tight to focus on the plunging fingers, “But please tell me about it. It… It gets me so hot.”


He chuckled at her request,“You looked so hot with those vines wrapping your arms and legs up, squeezing you tightly and spreading you out for me to take you however I liked. I remember you were such a naughty girl that day, I had to give you a hard spank on your ass to keep you from wiggling-- mm!”


Lunora had interrupted him with a sudden kiss, sliding her tongue deep into his mouth. He took it as a sign she enjoyed his recounting, but really she had wanted to stop him from describing anymore. She tried to convince herself that this was out of fear of her past and how that story reminded her of all the times she had been hurt and tortured in a similar context. A deeper, more subdued part of her mind knew the truth though. That truth was that she was afraid of just how much the idea of being tied again had turned her on and brought her even closer to the edge.


Despite the conflicting issues in her mind, Lunora was determined not to let herself back down from this enjoyable experience. She thrust her hips quicker against her lover’s plunging fingers and pressed one hand to the back of his head to keep him from breaking the kiss and continuing his story. Her moans into his mouth and her passionate kissing was all the encouragement he needed to push a third finger between her soaking wet lips, plunging in and out even quicker.


Then she felt it. It was a feeling no man had ever provided her before. The urge building inside her suddenly built to a peak and exploded outward. Her body went into spasms and her legs clamped hard against the druid’s hand as she shook in orgasmic bliss. Her juices flooded out over his fingers and her head flew back so she could give a loud moan into the warm night air.


She rode the orgasm and held onto her lover’s wrist with her other hand for what felt like an hour, but was more likely only mere seconds. As she came down from the high, she was a panting mess. Then the realization of what she had just done flooded into her. She had just deceived one of Trix’s lovers into fingering her. She had just been intimate with someone she didn’t know. Someone who, she now learned, enjoyed tying her sister up.


She quickly pushed his hand out of her pussy and took a few steps back, finding it very hard to breath all of a sudden. She scooped down and picked up her clothes as he asked, “Trix? Are you okay?”


She quickly slipped back into her clothing, stammering out a “F-fine. Thanks. I uh… I just have to go. I just realized I have dinner with... a friend.”


He frowned at her, “So soon? I was hoping we could talk a bit and…” he vaguely motioned at his still throbbing shaft to finish his sentence.


Lunora shook her head, wiggling into her pants as quickly as she could, “S-sorry. Can’t. Rain check?”


Before he could reply, she was gone, running back into the tavern in a panic.



Lunora entered the tavern again in a rush, brushing past a few people and getting a few angry shouts as she made her way upstairs. She didn’t focus on anything but the sound of her sister still moaning loudly and used that to pinpoint which room she was racing towards. Without any sort of courtesy she threw the door open and marched inside, closing the door behind her with a bit more force than she intended before turning to face the occupants.


The room consisted of a writing desk, a small bed and a wardrobe to hang some clothes if needed. Two lanterns hung in the corners of the room, dimly illuminating both Trix and her evening’s company in their naked glory. At first Lunora couldn’t see her sister on the bed, just her soft blue legs. The rest of her was blocked by the large night elf’s muscular body. He was standing at the edge of the bed, paused in mid thrust to turn his head and look at the interruption. His hands were wrapped around Trix’s ankles, holding them apart so he could thrust into her easier.


Then Trix leaned to the side to get a good look at the intruder. Her eyes went slightly wide, but she didn’t freak out at the interruption. Before the man or her sister could speak she said, “You look frazzled. What’s wrong?”


“I-I’m sorry,” Lunora said, suddenly realizing she had just walked in on her sister with another man, “I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” She began to turn, fully intending to leave, but Trix stretched out a hand to stop her.


“Luni, wait,” She said with a face full of concern, “It's fine. What’s wrong?”


The annoyed look her lover gave her implied he did not think it was, in fact, fine, but Trix was ignoring him right now. Lunora moved to her sister’s side and grabbed her hand, swallowing the lump in her throat as she gathered her strength before immediately collapsing to her knees and slamming her head into the bedding with a groan, “I screwed up, Trixera.”


Her twin patted her head and said, “Luni, it’s okay. What happened?”


“Should I go?” The night elf cut in before Lunora could begin.


Lunora looked up to see that her sister was looking at her, an eyebrow raised, “Should he?”


Blushing a bit at what Trix was implying, but feeling guilty about both her experience in the alley and her interruption, she shook her head slightly and muttered a quick, “It’s fine…”


Trix turned her attention back to the purple skinned man long enough to give him a wink of encouragement, then looked back to her sister as he shrugged and began slowly thrusting into her again. Her perfect breasts began to jiggle slightly at the motion, but Lunora was too focused on what she had done to even care about the absurdity of it all. She had learned long ago to block these things out anyway. Trix smiled, “Please, Luni. Tell me what happened.”


In a rush, Lunora began telling her what had just happened to her. Her deception. Moving to the alley. Her intense fingering. As she was describing what he did to her, she felt the shaking on the bed increase and realized Trix’s lover was picking up the pace as he got turned on by the experience. She quickly finished her story with a blush and said, “I’m so sorry I did that, Trixera. That isn’t me at all! I don’t know what--”


Trix cut her off with a wave of her hand, moving up onto her elbows and laughing just a bit, “Are you kidding me, Luni? Why would I be mad at you for having some fun?”


Lunora frowned, “Because I deceived your lover. I made him think it was you and essentially made him cheat on you.”


She rolled her eyes, “Sis, do I look like the kind of girl who is exclusively with one person.”


Her eyes flicked to the very real visual of a stranger’s hard cock plunging into her sister’s wet pussy, her eyes widening at the sight and the pace picking up a bit again as she stared. She quickly looked back to her sister and said, “No.”


Trix smiled, managing to keep her voice mostly steady despite the pounding, “Exactly. Do you think my lovers are exclusive to me?”


Lunora thought about it for a bit, before saying, “I’m not sure.”


Her sister laughed, “Actually, that’s the right answer. Some of them say they are exclusive to me, but none of them would be caught dead in a town like this.”


Lunora nervously chewed on her lower lip before saying, “I’m still sorry for what I did.”


Trixera grabbed her hand and smiled at her, giving her a reassuring squeeze, “Luni, don’t worry. You just had a casual fling in an alleyway. Honestly, I’m more surprised about the fact you went through with it at all rather than upset that you lied to someone.”


Lunora blushed and laughed, “I surprised myself there. It was… nice, but I’m all freaked out about it now.”


“Do you need someone around to help you cope with it? You can stay with me tonight.”


The night elf gave her a couple hard thrusts and Trix looked over at him, a bit annoyed, “Problem?”


The elf glared at her before asking, “Weren’t we going to be spending the night together?”


“Yes, but that was before my sister needed me. Do you have a problem with that?”


The elf looked like he was about to say that he did, but the look that Trix gave him made him pause to collect himself. After a moment he let out a sigh, “No. It's fine. I’ll leave you to it.”


He let go of Trixera’s legs and watched them fall to the bed before pulling out. Lunora idly noticed his shaft, slick with her sister’s juices, bobbing and swaying as he went about to gather his clothes. She idly noticed his shaft was thicker than the man from the alley, but decided it best to look away after a few moments. Trix stood up and moved to him, giving him a deep kiss and placing both hands on his face. She held him there for a while before breaking the kiss and placing her forehead against his, “I’ve got your face and name, Juric. I’ll find you again and I’ll rock your world. I promise.”


He chuckled at her, “I’ll look forward to it, Trix.”


She moved back to the bed as he got dressed and left, sliding back into it and patting the mattress invitingly for Lunora. The bounty hunter paused for a moment, then said, “Don’t you want to get dressed first maybe?”


She shrugs, “Only if you want me to. I’m comfortable like this.”


Lunora chuckled, “Please get dressed then. I’d rather not lay in bed with my naked sister.”


Trix smiled and stood before moving to her bag and bending over to rummage through for something to wear other than the leather straps discarded on the ground. Lunora looked away and cleared her throat before she got a good look at her sisters wiggling rear and moist lips, “Um… Could you not bend over in front of me like that either? You look like you are begging for it.”


Her sister laughed and stood up, turning until she was facing her sister and holding the bag at crotch level. This still left her breasts exposed, but that wasn’t as big a deal to the bounty hunter, “Sorry. I’m still in sex mode.”


“Sex mode?” Lunora asked, raising an eyebrow.


“When I get horny or am trying to entertain someone, I go into a specific mindset. I guess I’m still in that mindset since I was interrupted.”


“Sorry about the interruption,” Lunora said again.


Trix waved her off, “Oh, don’t worry too much about it. Guys like that are a dime a dozen so it’s no skin off my back if I don't get to finish.”


“Were you not enjoying it? You seemed to be able to hold a conversation pretty well, despite the thrusting.”


Trix finally pulled out a set of blue cloth pants and a button down shirt, setting them on the bed. Then she continued to rummage through the pack as she answered, “Oh no, I was definitely enjoying it.” She took a moment to think about it and sighed, “He was hitting all the right spots, you know? I have just had a lot of practice when it comes to keeping myself from outwardly moaning so I can talk to someone.”


“When in the hell were you able to practice something like that?”


Trix pulled out a pink set of the same cloth outfit and sat it next to the blue, “I used to work in a magic shop that had a few items that would get free from time to time. It’s really easy to hide squirming tentacles under a robe, but it takes a bit of practice to help a customer while they go to town on you.”


Lunora shook her head in disbelief, “How often do you purposefully go out of your way for sex? Or do you just happen upon these jobs and people looking for it.”


Trix slipped on the pink pants, bouncing a bit to get them past her ample hips, “I’d say it’s 50/50. I’ve tried a few times to do something specifically to avoid sexual situations and still ended up on my back.” She took the other pair of pajamas and tossed them to Lunora, “Now put that on. I’m not comforting you when you are wearing full chainmail.”


The sisters each got dressed in what Lunora learned were matching pairs of pajamas Trix had on her for just such occasions. The pants were tight fitting and the button up shirt showed off the wearer’s belly as well as almost seeming too tight around the chest, threatening to burst even, but still managed to be quite comfortable. When she turned back around (she was too modest to let her sister see her chest) she was surprised to see Trix was wiping some tears out of her eyes.


“What’s wrong?” Lunora asked her sister.


“I’m so sorry,” Trix blurted, crawling onto the bed and over to her sister before embracing her in a tight hug, “I’m so sorry we got separated and that you had all that bad stuff happen to you! I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner! That I didn’t even know you were alive!”


Lunora realized what was going on then. Trix had watched as she removed her chainmail and saw the various scars that marked Lunora’s once perfect skin. It must have been hard for her to see an almost identical copy of her own body so ragged. It was a painful reminder to them both.


Returning the hug, the older of the twins tapped her head lightly against the other’s forehead, “Don’t you dare worry about that. None of these scars are your fault. What happened to me was the work of a madman, one who has been dead for quite some time.”


Trix sobbed a bit still, shaking her head slightly, “We are supposed to be twins. Connected. I couldn’t feel you were even alive. I should have tried harder to find you.”


“Trixera,” Lunora said in a firm tone the pair had both learned from their father, “Shut up and forget about it.”


Trix laughed softly, but remained hugging her sister for a long while. Then the pair slowly relaxed onto the bed. At first their conversation was halting, not really sure what to discuss. Then they began to tell one another five years worth of stories. Five years of not speaking to each other because of distance and differences, spilled out in a haze. When the pair finally fell asleep, it was late into the night. Despite the fact they knew they had an early morning and all that had just happened to her, Lunora fell asleep with a rare smile.


