Chapter 0 - Crossed Blades, Crossed Hearts

 Skadala had no idea how she ended up kissing Sapphois on a quiet plateau in the Arathi Highlands. But she was certainly not going to complain.


The dwarf’s eyes shined as she melted into the elf’s soft thin lips. Her vest was torn open allowing her bust to crush down on Sapphois’ small palm-sized breasts. Her fingers gripped hard on the other woman’s narrow waist. And she purred as Sapphois wiggled her fingers from her big round butt towards her broad powerful shoulders.


Sapphois broke the kiss first and drew in a deep breath. Her cheeks darkened to a lovely shade of purple as her expression, once stern and dour softened to something wanting and eager.


“By the Arcan’dor…” Sapphois said as her hands dug her nails into the dwarf’s shoulders. “...how did we ever end up like this?”


Skadala drew in a deep breath and shut her eyes tight. She pursed her lips together and felt a tingle race down her spine as thoughts of Sapphois’ kiss came to mind. But she shouldered on past the warmth and wetness she felt between her legs and tried to think back to the events that led them to making love on a quiet hill that afternoon.


~~~


Sapphois was the first woman Skadala spoke to, when she joined the Azeroth Fencing Club. And she almost wrote the elf off when she discovered how aloof and brusque Sapphois could be.


The woman rarely smiled and had a way of looking down her nose at you no matter where you stood. She always remained on the edges of the club gatherings and only spoke up when she was chosen for a duel or when the trainers required her opinion on a topic. She spoke with a cool hushed tone that was so cold it drove chills up and down the dwarf’s spine. And her soft blue eyes seemed to dim whenever she had to say more than three words to the other duelists and challengers.


Skadala almost relished the chance to knock the elf off her high horse when the instructors scheduled a duel between her and that woman. She wanted nothing more than to show the elf how much she had learned and get her to smile. She had a dozen ideas on how she’d get her to open up and be more welcoming with the other duelists.


And she finally had her chance when the instructors paired her up to cross blades with Sapphois.


She convinced the instructors to let her have a private duel far from the sterile and safe interiors of the academy in Dalaran. She chose a field she loved in the Arathi Highlands for having a picturesque view of the land around and an ancient tree that should have fully bloomed flowers peeking out through a bushy crown of deep green leaves. The air was cool up there, but never so fierce as to do more than brush their looser strands of hair across their face.


Skadala intended it to be a warm and vibrant venue for their sparring bout.


And it seemed to work as the woman seemed looser and relaxed from the moment she arrived. Though she never smiled, Sapphois almost seemed approachable even as she stood with blade held out and a stoney “En Garde” spilling from her lips.


Progress Skadala thought, as she raised her own blade then lunged as the duel commenced.


The details of the bout were lost to memory except for scant images and sensations that played out between them.


The clang of dulled epees
The thump and brush of dancing feet
The groans and grunts of combat
And the hisses and breaths as their bodies ached


The duel lasted no longer than a few minutes of time, but already there was a strange sort of intimacy that grew between the women.


Skadala could sense the small tells in Sapphois’ face before she took the chance on a long dangerous lunge. Skadala betrayed her own gambits with the small teasing smiles that played across her face. And when their eyes met, the dwarf could sense admiration, respect…and something more.


And finally, almost as if urged on by impulses neither could name, both women threw down their epees.


Their eyes met once more and both women nodded, a wordless agreement that the duel no longer mattered. And in that moment of understanding, Sapphois fell back into the grass as Skadala leapt upon her tall leaner foe.


Eager hands tore open their vests with their buttons snapping as their lace bras were exposed to the open sky. Small whimpers tumbled from their lips as sashes were pulled loose leaving the women to grip and tug their leggings down their hips.


Sapphois seized Skadala’s hand and pressed the dwarf’s palm against her cheek. And she moaned as Skadala took the hint and took her lips in a feverishly hot kiss.


~~~
Skadala returned to the present.


“I really have no idea.” Skadala said as her hands roamed down Sapphois side. “...but does it matter right now?”


The dwarf hooked her fingers over Sapphois panties and wiggled them down her thighs. The elf arched her back and purred as s she said…


“I mnnghh suppose it doesn’t.”


“Then do ya want to keep going?” Skadala said.


Sapphois’ head snapped up at Skadala’s question. And her eyes glowed hot.


“You couldn’t be so cruel, could you? Please…take me.” Sapphois said as she parted her legs.


“Aye,” Skadala said, “It would and ye’ll find me as uncruel as could be.”


Skadala jerked the elf’s pink panties off her hips and tossed them over her shoulder. The wind was gracious enough to sweep the garments into the pile of clothes both women had made on the far edge of the plateau.


Skadala then shimmied and shook as her hands roamed up her body. Fingers teasing along her freckled flesh and softer curves. And lips moistened with a sweep of her tongue.


Sapphois purred as she watched Skadala. And she lowered her fingers between her legs. Two digits parted her lips as strands of grass swept across her flesh. She then teased her sex while the other finger curled beckoningly towards the dwarf.


Skadala smiled and curled her legs around Sapphois, then inched closer until their pussies brushed together. The slick hot damp sensation sent goosebumps to race across Skadala’s warm flesh as she rocked and rolled into that feeling.


Sapphois gasped in delight then grabbed for the dwarf’s hands. When she caught them, she held on for dear life as she ground her sex against Skadala’s. And each motion made her heart race faster and faster, as lustful trembles made her lose sight of time, language, and that damnable need for breath.


The wind blew harder then. Leaves and flower petals were shaken loose from the sole tree on the plateau. And those small small bits of flora sprinkled down across the women’s bodies like a blanket.


But nature’s modesty did little to hide the lust the women felt for one another. As the sole leaf that smacked against Sapphois’ face couldn’t hide her deep purple blush or how she bit down on her lip hard enough that she drew a small drop of blood. And her cheeks puffed in and out as she tried to choke down the panting and purring that threatened to burst free from her rapidly-beating heart.


Pastel petals fell upon Skadala’s breasts and were instantly lost to those full mounds, as her tits wobbled and slapped back and forth along her chest. And when the leaf danced across that paler flesh to brush against her big round areolas, it drew an ecstatic coo from the lustful dwarf.


And the leaves that raced to fall over both women’s laps couldn’t hide the crushing of their sexes in a lewd dance upon that plateau. Some were batted away by the force of their lusts, while some were coated in essence and honey and until they stuck to their quivering thighs.


Sapphois gazed into Skadala’s eyes and parted her lips. And they formed the first smile Skadala had ever seen on the woman.


“Skadala~” She said in a breathy purr.


Skadala shook her head and shushed her as she crushed her sweeter hotter lips against Sapphois.


“Don’t say a word. I…ngghhh...I c’n read it on yer face.”


“But Skadala…~” Sapphois insisted in an almost pleading tone. “I’m c-clooose.”


Skadala smiled at the woman.


“Then give it to me. Ya c’n do it!”


Sapphois sighed as permission was given. And the woman arched her back and shut her eyes tight. She sang a long melodic song of passion in a single moaning note as the orgasm ripped through the elf leaving her a happy mess upon that plateau.


Skadala had no idea how she ended up fucking Sapphois on a quiet plateau in the Arathi Highlands. But she was certainly not going to complain.


