Chapter 0 - The Lips at Riversmeet

    The sun was warm on that springtime day. And a cooling breeze swept in from the sea. The markets of Riversmeet were abuzz with activity. Yet not a single soul dared visit Fiona’s shop.

    It wasn't as if she had nothing to offer. As her broad stand was covered in jewelry boxes, trinket cases, and bottles of spirits from as far as Zandalar and Northrend. And a spicy scent of freshly grilled food wafted in from a makeshift stove to the side. It was an eclectic mix of valuables and potables that would have drawn in crowds in droves in other markets.

    Yet it had been an hour with little success to show for it. And Fiona Tarwood knew exactly why. And what to do about it.

    She turned towards one of her crewmates and motioned to the counter.

    “Why don’t ye man the stand fer me.” she said.

    The cute night-elf smiled as she gestured towards her captain.

    “What do you plan o do?”

    Fiona winked from beneath her crossed-strap mask and gestured with a bounce of her hips.

    “Well if blokes be afraid to approach, I thin’ I’ll take the lead. Don’t ye worry, we’ll be busy before ye know it.”

    “Aye aye, cap’n!” the night-elf said. 

The night-elf climbed atop the counter and swung her long legs over. She then scooted off the counter and settled into place. She then looked up to say something to her captain. But Fiona had already sauntered away to blend in with the crowd.

The giant of a woman strode through the Riversmeet docks. Her footsteps clacked and clicked on the freshly stained wooden docks. Every movement was a graceful step with her green hair swaying in the cool breeze. And her softer curves bounced in time with an unsung rhythm.

Fiona was no stranger to drumming up business in a brand new market. Folks were often curious about strange new things and in Alliance towns like Riversmeet, there couldn't have possibly been stranger than a Forsaken-led crew that counted elves, dwarves, and even a Draenei among its members. But that strangeness was often intimidating, especially with the Fourth War still relatively fresh on everyone's mind, even then, a few years after the ceasefire.

    But Fiona knew that all it took was one brave and charming soul to visit her shop and the dam would be broken. If she could impress one notable local, then others would follow and she had absolute faith that she and her crew could win the people's hearts if given that chance.

    But who do I wager on? Fiona thought as she looked left and right.

    She searched the faces of those she passed. From humans with bushy beards to dwarven women with freckly faces, and even elves whose cheeks darkened as the Forsaken woman passed them by. But none of them were exactly what Fiona wanted to see.

    Until she saw a gnome sitting at a table with a mug of drink in his hand.

    The gnome was dressed in a simple purple robe with a lilac-colored sash around his waist. With a big round pair of glasses that rested on a handsomely round nose. His khaki-colored skin seemed brighter in the warm sun. And his white whitish hair was done in a stylish coiffure that matched the even trim of his long mustache and a slight shock of hair at his chin.

    Ah, Fiona thought, he looks promisin’.

    The Forsaken put on her best smile as she sashayed towards the gnome. 

He didn't seem to notice her approach until her shadow covered him from head to toe. When he tipped his head up to look at her, she imagined that his eyes lingered on her bust which was barely contained inside of her tight red shirt.

Fiona leaned forward, knowing full well that she was giving him a better view of her cleavage. And she pursed her lips before speaking in a breathy purr.

“Ahoy thar mate,” she said, “I couldn’t help but notice ye. Ye must be enjoyin’ the market, aye?”

The gnome’s eyes bobbed from Fiona’s bust to her eyes. He leaned back and rested his mug on his knee.

“I am. Always plenty to see and do.” said the gnome with a twinkle in his eye. “And I heard that Horde vendors were allowed to set up stands and had to see it for myself. Is that what you’re here for?”

"Not quite actually. As it turns out, I run a shop just down the way. "Tonics, Trinkets, and Treasures it is called. And if ye like, I can show ye the way."

Fiona half turned on her heel expecting the gnome to follow without another word. But she felt his hand close around her wrist. She blinked and turned her head towards the gnome whose brow had a debonair arch to it that gave her pause.

“Before we go to your place,” the gnome said, “I’m Gill. And I think cross-faction play is a great idea. We could discuss it at length. Perhaps, someplace private?”

Fiona chuckled at the gnome’s bravado. Especially since she enjoyed positive attention.

“That’s an idea, mate…” Fiona purred as she squatted down to be closer to his eye level. “...but ye best know that if ye push me thar, ye’ll be on yer back and drained before too lon’. But..ye’d like that aye? To be held down as I slam me big round ass on ye wouldn’t ye?”

She smiled wickedly and lowered herself to a squat. Both her knees spread wide and she rested a hand on the wood in front of her. Her arms blocked a direct view of the space between her thighs and, for but a moment, she had the air of a hungry succubus.

“So what say ye…” she said in a breathy whisper, “...visit me shop or me bed? Ye’ll please me either way.”

Her eyes shined as she looked at the gnome. And her lips pursed as she waited for her answer. Hers was the face of a woman who was honest about her love of sex. And more honest about where her partners would stand if they accepted her intimate invitations. And as far as Fiona cared, that was Gill's last chance to back down.

Gill nodded at her and offered a hand.

“Let’s go to your bed. Then your shop.” he said.

She grinned and moistened her lips with a sweep of her tongue.

“Good choice,” she said as she rose to her feet. She then curled a beckoning finger to the gnome. “Follow me.”

    Fiona turned away from Gill and marched up the pier towards the docks. She never looked over her shoulder as she knew that Gill was following close behind, with his eyes locked on her big round ass.

~~~
    It didn't take long to pass from the pier side markets to the rows of ships docked at the end of Riversmeet. But the anticipation that built from Fiona's swaying hips and teasing words made every moment feel like an agonizing day.

    He wanted to fuck her and she knew it quite well. But she was in charge and he'd have to wait. And she enjoyed nothing more than a slow-building tease to stoke the passions in her chosen partners of the day. And if he obeyed then he'd find her more than capable of blowing his mind.

    Eventually, Fiona saw a familiar sight. A billowing black flag that featured a lady skull and two crossed cutlasses. The flag of her ship, The Fiona’s Pride. 

“And here we be,” Fiona said, “Just a quick walk up the gangplank and we’ll be in me quarters.”

Gill breathed a sigh of relief. Fiona stifled a cackle of delight. Then she led him up a wobbly gangplank to the main deck of her ship. Then towards the aft of the ship and up to two stairwells. It led them to a large ornate door that was built for Kul-Tirans like Fiona, with paint and ornamentation around the edges to give it a uniquely Forsaken flair. And much of the wall surrounding the door was cast in a faint hint of shadow.

She threw open the door and turned to give Gill a smirking look. Then curled a finger beckoning.

“We’re here. So come here.” She said.

“Of course,” Gill said as he closed the distance between them, “and may I say I love your ship?”

Fiona grinned and waited for Gill to step closer.

“Aye, ye may. But I bet it’s not me ship yer admirin’ right now. In fact…”

She raised a hand that glowed with dark gray energy that billowed with slight lines of purple and black. And lashes of ropes sprang out of the shadows surrounding the door. They wrapped around Gill’s waist like a lasso and raised him high into the air.

“What’s going on?!” Gill asked in surprise.

Fiona grinned and took Gill from the shadows and carried him inside her room. The shadows then pushed the door close behind her. She then hoisted him up and pushed him against the wall and sealed his lips with a hungry fevered kiss.

The thought never crossed her mind that he would mind being handled so. She had a feeling that a man like Gill could appreciate a woman who knew what she wanted. And the proof to her guess came when he curled his fingers and caressed them down her smooth soft cheeks.

He had hooked his digits beneath her strap masks just as she broke the kiss with a soft smacking pop. She then pulled away from his touch and wagged a finger.

“Ah ah ah, mate! Me mask stays on until ye’ve pleased me enough.”

Gill gave her a look and rested his knuckles on his sides.

“And how do I do that?” He said.

She grinned and licked her lips and lowered her gaze to his lap.

“Ye best start by liftin’ up yer robes and showin’ me what I can suck.”

Gill’s head snapped up so fast that his glasses nearly fell off his nose. Then his hands reached down and hiked up his robes higher and higher until they reached Fiona’s thumbs. The forsaken graciously hooked her thumb to pin the garments in place while he reached back down and fumbled with his slacks.

She grinned as she watched the frantic and hungry motions. The jingling clank of his belt buckles was soon replaced by the shuffling brush as he left his pants to slide past his legs and down to the floor.

She half expected a cute little cock that'd be no longer or thicker than three of her fingers. But what greeted her was a thick girthy length that sprung up and slapped her arm with a heavy thud. And if her expression didn't betray her surprise and wonder, the next words she spoke betrayed her.

“By the winds of Kul-Tiras, how the fuck did ye hide that on ye?”

Gill grinned beneath his curled mustache and his eyes glinted with mischief at Fiona’s reaction.

“Well I wasn’t this hard until you started playing with me.” He admitted.

“Lies I bet. Ye probably have magic boxers or somethin’.” She said with a snicker.

His lips parted to retort, but he was silenced with a quick shake of her head. She then smirked and lowered herself down until his cock bobbed and wagged in front of her lips. She watched it brush up against the bottom part of her forearm. Her eyes roamed from the gnome's twitching tip down his veiny shaft, and then to the big swinging sack that dangled between his legs.

“Don’t have a tape measure handy, but it looks as thick as me wrist. Going to have fun takin’ all ye got me thinks.”

He grinned and then started to say something. But she cut him off with a gulp as she sheathed his cock far back down her throat.  Instead of language that could be understood, all that he could utter was a deep groaning moan that was drowned out by her sloppy lewd sucking.

“Mmnnngh” she moaned as her head bobbed back and forth. Each inch she swallowed pushed deeper down her willing throat as her tongue whipped and lashed across every veiny inch she could discover.

And it struck Gill how hot and wet Fiona's mouth and throat was that he almost couldn't tell she was Forsaken if he closed his eyes. And he could only wonder if women like her were a sexy little secret hidden behind doors in Kalimdor. And those sinful thoughts along with the impossible pressure around his length pushed him nearer and nearer to covering her face in seed.

But just as lewd thoughts of women with glowing eyes giving head in candlelit chambers came to mind, Fiona lifted her head from the gnome’s cock and craned her neck until the dick lay resting on her smiling sinnocent face.

Gill groaned something about being so close, then gave her a look that drew the wickedest grin from her face.

“What’s that mate? Ye were fit to pop?” She said as she kissed the underside of his dick smearing it with the color of her dark lipstick. “Did ye thin’ I’d make it easy on ye.” She kissed his cock again as her hand tightened around the color of his robes. With the hem still trapped beneath her tight finger’s grasp.

Gill kicked his feet side to side. He wanted to finish in this woman’s mouth, but he knew just by looking into her eyes, that he would only cum if she allowed it.

And when she saw that resignation in his gestures, she blew him a kiss and opened her mouth. She made a loud “Ahhhhh” sound and left her tongue to rest on her lips and down her chin. Her singular nod was permission for him to get himself off and paint her in his thick creamy white.

Gill reached down and grabbed his massive meat in both hands and pumped it with deep pumps and flicks of his wrists. The motion made him breathe in short ragged gasps that drowned out the lewd slap of flesh on flesh. And as he aimed his dick for the Forsaken's waiting lips, she "oooh" 'd and "aaahhh" 'd or smacked her lips, while keeping her tongue rolled out as a wet hot red target.

Then with a loud groan, Gill's head rolled back and slapped against the captain's door as his cock unleashed thick ropes of seed. And though every splurt didn't hit its mark, most of it had splashed across the mariner's features with thick globs of seed dangling from her chin and ears, and lines of white smeared like dirty little signatures across her blue skin and green hair.

And when the last spurt splashed on the woman’s neck and dripped down her cleavage, Fiona could only grin and blow him a kiss, before that lewd tongue flicked from side to side to sweep up and drink whatever she could reach.

She gulped it down and said, “Ye taste pretty damn good. And now, ye’ve earned yer share of me booty.”

Gill tried his damndest to take her words seriously. But it was just such a predictable innuendo that he snorted as she lowered him to his feet. He leaned against the wall as the giggles racked through his body, only stopping when something fell on his head.

He looked up and saw a purple lacy bra made for a woman with large round jugs. His eyes then roamed from the bra just in time to see Fiona crawl down to her hands and knees and curl a finger beckoning him closer.

But it wasn't the salacious pose that caught his attention, but rather the fact that she was naked except for the strap mask that was still splattered with his thick ropes of seed.

“Come and get it, ye giggly gnome! We’ve still got a market to get back to!”

Gill practically launched off the door and dove onto Fiona's backside. The sudden slap of his body and the meat that sprung up against her tummy drew a purr from her throat. And as he slapped his hands down on her round blue butt, she pressed her face down to the floor and pushed her ass against his body.

The gnome slapped his cock on her ass and smeared his cum and her saliva on her skin. Then he guided the tip down between her folds. He then thrust deep inside and grunted a groan that rebounded off the walls of that room.

Their bodies crashed against one another as Gill’s swinging nuts slapped against the back of Fiona’s thighs. And his impossibly girthy dick curved just right to hit Fiona in her favorite spot. Which drew a toothy smile from her as she pushed up on her hands and shut her eyes. Her tits swung and slapped against her chest with each motion. 

She panted and purred as he fucked her deep and hard and felt goosebumps spread across her skin as his nails dug impressions into the softest parts of her skin. He grunted as sweat ran down his fit figure as his balls ached ready and eager to fill her with his seed.

As their bodies slammed and crashed together, Fiona felt that fluttery feeling from deep inside. And that feeling only grew into a torrential whorl as she looked over her shoulder and could just narrowly see the blissful smile on his face.

“Ye look…hmngnh fuckin’ hells…ye look like yer at peace back thar.” She teased in a breathy purr.

“Mmnnnghh hmmm” he groaned in the closest approximation to language his sex-soaked mind could muster.

She could see how close he was to another release. And that deep hard pounding in her pussy was a thrill to her as well. But a gnome like Gill surely made the most handsome faces on the cusp of release and she’d rather not twist her neck around to try and see his. So she summoned the shadows to pull Gill off of her which left him to gape and stare at her in confusion.

“Fiona what are you…” he said.

"Shhh," she said as she rolled onto her back. She manipulated the shadows to wrap around his length and stroke him with a cool gentle pumping touch. And she could see the blush rise to his cheeks at her deft manipulation of his cock.

She then raised her legs into the air and curled her body and spread her legs so her wet hungry pussy was visible to him.

“Just didn’t want ye to cum until I could see yer face. Now mount me like ye aim to breed me!”

One by one the shadowy arms released their grip on the gnome. With the shadow tendrils around his cock were saved for last. When at last the shadows were removed from his body, Gill clambered up and mounted the giant of a woman. His hands pushed back on her calves. His feet were partially propped up on her big round ass. And his cock was propped against then thrust deep inside of her pussy.

“Oh oh oh OHhhhh FUUUCK” Fiona called out as Gill’s determined hips slammed into her. The motion made her breasts jiggle and wobble with each motion. Her nipple piercings shined in the light that poured in through the porthole window. And his body glistened as the sun’s warm rays massaged his strong gnomish build.

The soft rhythmic slap of their bodies reverberated off the walls. Their eager breathy pants, moos, and coos became a choir to the lewd percussion of sensual bodies. And the steak creak of the ship bobbing in the harbor became witness to their lustful play.

Then, Fiona looked into Gill’s eyes, watching how his white hair was matted down on his head and his body ached and strained to contain itself. And she whispered a single word.

“Cum”.

And Gill bit down on his lip to choke back his groans as thick ropes shot out deep inside Fiona. And she held on to herself as he gave her everything she had and then collapsed atop of her with a soft eager sigh.

She lowered her legs and pushed herself to a sitting position and rubbed her fingers down his tired back.

“Don’t fall asleep now.” She said with a tease. “I’ll give ye some drin’ and a bath then we go back to the market.”

~~~
    It was sometime later when Gill and Fiona returned to the market stall her crew had at the end of the Riversmeet docks. Fiona half expected her first mate to be cross at her for being away so long or that her quartermaster would eye Gill with a knowing glare, suspecting that Fiona had shirked her duties for a good hard lay.

    But much to her surprise the crew was far too busy to even notice her approach. Two lines with no less than twelve folks each had formed at the helm of Tonics, Trinkets, and Treasures.

    Fiona looked at Gill and Gill looked at her, and Fiona waved a hand to call out to her crew.

    “Ahoy mates!” she called out, “What happened here while I was away?”

    One of her crew, a vulpera male sauntered up with a big wide grin. He waved at Gill then looked up at his captain with a lazy nautical salute.

    “Well cap’n,” the vulpera said, “not lon’ after ye left, blokes came up and asked who was the sexy lady with green hair. Since I knew they meant you it gave me an idea.”

    Fiona gave the troublesome vulpera a glowering stare.

    “What did ye promise these lads and lasses?” Fiona said.

    The vulpera proudly smirked.

    “Why I sold raffle tickets. The winner gets to have dinner with you before we shove off! That’s all I swear.”

    Fiona sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Then she grinned and snapped her fingers as her eyes brightened with mischief. She motioned to Gill with a sweep of her hand.

    “Ye best get in line and get yerself a ticket.” Fiona said.

    “Why?” Gill said, “there'll be dozens in the raffle won’t there?”

    The vulpera caught Fiona’s smile and elbowed Gill as he lowered his voice.

    “Well ye see mate,” the vulpera teased, “was plannin’ on rigging things so the winner’d be a bloke or dame of the captain’s choosin’. Seems she sees fit to give ye the honor.”

    Gill gave Fiona a look and grinned. It may not have been fair, but he learned well and true that a woman like Fiona played by her own rules and it was easier to just go with the flow.