Chapter 1 - R 'n' R

Leaves rustled softly in the soft breeze, a dark purple one snapping from its branch and starting the long journey down to the ground only to land on a white draped head. The night elf slowly reached up and plucked it out of his hair, slowly twirling it in between a pale blue index finger and thumb. As another breeze passed by, the druid gently let go of the leaf, watching in mild interest as it flitted away in the wind. He slowly stretched out and yawned before he stood and dusted himself off, glowing silver eyes falling half-lidded as he noted how tired he was growing. Boredom was an awful thing; it could make anyone fall asleep during their favorite time of day.

She was very, very late.

The druid leaned down and picked up his large backpack, slinging it onto his back before he headed to Astranaar. He missed Darnassus and Teldrassil, but Ashenvale was also home, as that was where his ancestors were from. A gentle sigh escaped blue lips as the night elf slowly walked back. He didn’t wish to waste his hearthstone, as it would be another thirty minutes before it had the power to take him back yet again.

Large ears twitched as he heard the thumping of some type of hoofed animal made its way down the stone path. Possibly a horse or ram… no… it was a little bit of a larger animal than that. The sound stopped right in front of him, silver eyes peering up at the creature that was right in his face. He slowly patted the muzzle of the blue and purple Talbuk, making sure to avoid the sharp armor that kept it safe from some enemies. When he was finished paying attention to the creature, he stared at its rider, a frown gracing his beautiful face as he spoke, “You’re late, Kaytia.”

The large Draenic woman slowly dismounted and reached out, running her blue fingers through the male’s white hair, “I’m sorry, Alvaran, my friends kept me longer than I’d planned on staying. Never go to Naxxramas. It takes forever and it’s creepy as hell.”

Alvaran huffed softly, his silver eyes moving to the stone trail they were standing on. No, he couldn’t stay mad at her… Kaytia was devoted to her friends if nothing else. She’d made the plans to enter Naxxramas with her hunter friend long before he made arrangements for her. The small night elf turned his attention back to the woman before him, giving her a charming smile, “I can forgive you, I suppose.”

Kaytia smiled at him, her own luminescent white eyes seeming to gleam with either something sinister or playful. With her, it was always hard to tell. She had a smirk that could make a Death Knight cringe. At times, there was an air of darkness about her that was utterly undeniable. As if she teetered on the edge between practicing the arcane and fel magic. She’d make one hell of a Warlock; that was for certain. “Good, I’m glad you’re not mad. Anyway, let’s find a place to drink, yes?” The woman chuckled softly, reaching into one of her packs and pulling out a bottle of Darkmoon Reserve. It was her favorite… and it was some strong shit.

The mage woman turned to her mount yet again, putting one hoof in the saddle before swinging her leg over the back of it, getting comfortable before she helped the beautiful night elf on as well. When she was positive he was situated she gently kicked the sides of the creature, the Talbuk taking off like a bullet deep into the forest.

Minutes passed into an hour before she suddenly stopped the mount, making the elf behind her slam his head against her shoulder blades. He let out a rather feline hiss as he held his nose and glared at the mage seated in front of him, “What was that for?” His voice was anything but happy. More like agitated.
Kaytia hopped down from the mount once more, helping Alvaran down as well, “We’re here.” She motioned over to the abandoned moonwell before she patted the Talbuk’s neck. It slowly disappeared in flitting little orbs before she sat down on the stone next to the well. Alvaran sat down next to her, taking the bottle handed to him and popping the cork before chugging down a good half of it. Just having drunk that much, a strong buzz was already in his mind. For the most part, it only took him to drink three before he was completely smashed.

The Draenei woman by his side slowly drank her own. It was impossible to tell, but she was watching him from the corner of her eye. She would give him something that she knew he loved as soon as he was drunk enough not to become upset. An empty bottle soon hit one of her dark polished hoofs, a pale hand gently tugging at her sleeve. She stared at the nearly begging night elf before she laughed softly and handed him another bottle, watching as Alvaran chugged that one as well.

He quickly finished with it and moved on to his third bottle, and while he was somewhat concentrated on that, Kaytia moved to her bags, fishing around for what she wanted. She grinned when she found it, the woman stuffing it under the bag she had found it in before she stood.

“Where joo think joo’re goin’, hoe?” The drunken night elf grumbled, frowning at her.

Kaytia merely laughed at him, fluffing up his bangs as she used one hand to nimbly remove her shoulder armor, “I’m not going anywhere, hun. I’m just gonna give ya what ya like.” She grinned mischievously as she saw his eyes brighten, a dark blue blush spreading across his cheeks. Oh, he knew what was coming.

When her shoulder pads were gone, she removed her shirt, followed by her boots and pants so she was left standing in her sexy black lacy undergarments. The mage slowly stepped into the moonwell, taking a deep breath as the scent of magic encased her. Oh how she fucking loved those things. It wasn’t an arcane magic, as she was used to… but something far more nature oriented. Druidic. It was that difference that she loved.

She slowly removed the Druid’s clothing as well before she pulled him into the moonwell, earning an immediate response of relaxation from him. The Draenei removed her undergarments and reached under the bag, pulling out what seemed to be a leather pair, but when she pulled them on it became apparent that wasn’t what it was as a large glass phallic ‘totem’ stood at attention. The thing had large pearls all along it. It was her favorite to use on others, and she damn well knew it was Alvaran’s favorite. He’d said so more than once.

The female kneeled down, gently stroking the glass before she took hold of Alvaran’s bangs, pulling his mouth down towards it. “Suck it, bitch.” She whispered harshly. Kaytia watched in great interest as his blue lips wrapped around the head of the strap on, the night elf slowly taking in more of it. That is, until the mage forced his head down to the base, slowly thrusting the glass thing down his throat in order to make him gag. Alvaran truly was a beauty to behold… far smaller than the rest of his race and almost feminine in appearance. In fact, he had one of the finest asses Kaytia had ever seen. And she’d seen many a male ass.

The mage gently let up on her hold so he could back off and breath for a bit before she forced him back down once more, “That’s right, take it all you slut.”  Those words earned her a pathetic whimper from the male sucking her fake cock. It wasn’t a sad sound… but a very aroused sound. It wasn’t all the time when one was thoroughly dominated by a female, after all.
Kaytia soon forced him off the glass, the woman gently feeling it before she sighed softly and pushed him down onto his back and flipped him over onto his stomach. She chuckled softly, slapping that beautiful ass as hard as she could before reaching for her bags once more. “You’d best not move while I’m doing this if you know what’s good for you.” She grinned, pulling out a small bottle of lube. She drizzled a healthy amount onto the fake cock before she tossed it aside and slowly stroked it in order to smear the lube. As her attention caught back on Alvaran, she smacked his ass again before raising his hips further into the air, “You know your place, bitch, so brace yourself.”

She put the large head at his puckered entrance, slowly rubbing the cold glass against the fluttering little bud. She hadn’t even done anything to him yet, and the night elf was already shaking and whimpering… perhaps in anticipation; the poor thing. Kaytia slowly pushed the cock into him, watching as the pearls pushed the entrance wider. By the Naaru how she would love to be able to feel that tight hole around a thick cock. When her hips were against his ass she slowly pulled out before slamming back in, starting a rough pace already. Oh, he’d undoubtedly be sore thanks to the lack of preparation on widening his hole, but at least she’d used lube.

The Draenei pounded into him until he was writhing, his claws scratching at the stone casing of the moonwell. It was only when she knew he was about to cum that she removed the fake cock and sat back, slowly stroking the thing. What a good view of that gaping ass she had.

The night elf stared over his shoulder at her, tears flowing down his cheeks, “Wh-wha?” Was all he could manage to say in his drunken and aroused state. He slowly wiggled his hips at her as he bit his bottom lip. She couldn’t stop now! He was so close to release!

Kaytia chuckled darkly yet again, continuing to stroke the glass dick. “Come, Alvaran… ride me hard.”

Alvaran’s eyes widened and he quickly scrambled over to her, frotting his dark blue cock and the glass one for a moment before lifting himself more and slowly lowering down on it. It was huge but it gave him a sense of fullness despite the aching it would cause him later. His hands reached up to toy with the mage’s large breasts as he bounced on the artificial cock. In no time at all he had himself in his bliss yet again, the feeling only intensified as Kaytia reached over to play with his cock. The woman started at the base of it, her fingers flitting up it before she hooked one finger through the loop ring at the end, giving it a tug and eliciting a loud moan from him. Fuck, she really did know everything he liked!

The mage thrust into him until he tightened so much around her that she couldn’t move the cock in him. That was when he released, his seed spilling all over her breasts and stomach before he flopped over onto her, his head resting on her collar bone as she pumped into him a few more times. He whined softly at the feel of the huge thing moving around in his used hole. It was removed with a slick pop, but continued to rest right against his balls and in the crack of his ass.

Kaytia slowly ran her blue fingers through his hair, down his spine and resting on his ass. She chuckled yet again, smiling, “You feel any better now?”

The elf peered up at her and smiled as well, nodding. He didn’t even know why she asked… she knew he loved it, after all. When he finally caught his breath he sat up and stared down at her for a moment before he reached over and took hold of another bottle, removing its cork as well before he took a drink of it and handed it over to the Draenei. She wasn’t drunk and that was what she was there for, and thus that was what was going to happen while they rested in the afterglow.