First ever attempt at writing, well, eroticism. It's probably going to be very bad, but I wanted to try. Mostly just to see if I could. Please don't be too harsh. x.x

-Statyck

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Anaya had very conflicting feelings about Un'Goro Crater. It was beautiful, really. The greenery felt faintly reminiscent of home, and the flowers and wildlife were infinitely interesting. The gardens to the north were a pleasure to behold, even if the Cenarion druids claimed they disrupted the natural balance of things. Dinosaurs trod peacefully about, and the flowers bloomed pink and purple and blue beneath the evening sun. Yes, the crater was undoubtedly very beautiful.

But it was also sweltering hot.

Being a rogue, Anaya wore leather armor. Normally those pieces were exceedingly comfortable. They were light and flexible and she had far more freedom to move and fight than, say, a paladin or a warrior. Yet beneath the roiling hot humidity of the crater she could definitely feel her temperature rising. The only way she could think to describe it was that she was slowly baking, readying herself to become a home-cooked meal for whatever carnivorous creature happened upon her burning corpse.

She collapsed beneath a tree and groaned in annoyance. The day hadn't exactly been peaceful. Yes, she was getting things done and making them work in her favor but that didn't necessarily mean it was a stroll through the woods.

She wanted a raptor. The raptors of Un'Goro were very pretty. With silvery gray scales and electric blue stripes she knew she just had to have one, but that came at a price. She'd been told that their skin was poisonous, and so she'd had to build up an immunity to venom. On top of the sweat and grime working itself into uncomfortable places she was also covered in poisonous raptor blood. It doused her once pristine leathers, and lightly singed her skin. She was about sixty-seven percent certain that she'd lost one of her gold hoops when that lasher struck her ear, and something sticky had matted in her beautiful silver braid.

She sighed again and tried not to think too hard on just what that sticky substance could be. All she knew was that she was exhausted. Her muscles ached, she was positively filthy, and she desperately wanted to sleep. Or did she want a bath? A bath sounded awfully nice right about now, but unfortunately that wasn't an option. There was no inn.

Wait! Anaya thought to herself. There are hot springs in Un'Goro. I could bathe there! But soon her elation faded. Technically she could go take her bath in one of the pools, but that would not come without risks. Angry elementals haunted the steaming waters, and there was no telling if she might be so unlucky as to have someone stumble upon her.

But then, she really wanted to get this nastiness washed out of her hair.

Fuck it. She mused. I cannot go on like this. I'm an adventurer, not a swamp dweller. I'm sure anyone with any decent sense of hygiene would do the same.

Her mind made up, Anaya started on her way to the hot spring.

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I never should have come here. Sathrai thought to himself as he trudged through the jungle, his plate armor pieces scraping against one another. It was so. Fucking. Hot. He felt like he might just die at any moment. He stopped a second and popped open a cask of water, all the while holding the mane of bronze hair up off his neck.

It was blood elf custom for men to have exceedingly long hair. Sometimes a man's hair could be over twice as long as a womans. It was just how they were, and though sometimes the other races found it odd the sin'dorei had always prided themselves on meticulous personal grooming. Short hair was a sign of male laziness, and that was not a trait the blood elves found to be very attractive.

It was never something he'd thought too hard on, it had never bothered him before. Not until today that is. Today he couldn't help but think to himself just how impractical it was. He had to tie it up for battles, he had to push it aside to cook, it took forever to brush, and it was just always somehow in the way. It would be nothing for him to just hack it off and be done with it. After a moment of toying with the knife at his belt he sighed and discarded the idea.

With a huff of annoyance he let the ponytail fall back down his back. If he returned home with short hair his mother would throw the biggest fit. It wouldn't be worth it. So instead he began to loosen the laces on his breastplate, hot to the touch, and placed it in one of his bags with his helm. He tossed away the gloves and set aside the bracers. He removed each and every bit of his armor, and replaced it with nothing more than a pair of light cloth pants and shoes.

In spite of being sweaty and overheated, Sathrai felt much better.

Looking around he realized he'd lost track of where he was in the crater, and so he picked a random direction and started walking.

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Anaya glared into the borderline opaque steam. True the last thing she wanted right now was more warmth, but the water was so clear. The steam would obstruct the gaze of any prying eyes, and there were few enough elementals that she could probably just swim to the center of the miniature lake without having to fight. After all, they were only on the shores. No way would they take notice of her if she paid attention and kept her distance.

But that would be just my luck. She thought. I'd be naked and vulnerable when one of those things decided to wander to the middle of the pool.

And so resigning herself to one more task, she unsheathed her twin swords and artfully disposed of the steam spirits. To her delight it did not take long. She knew there would be more soon. Elementals didn't just die in the manner of other creatures, but she might get an hour or so to herself before the damned things reformed. Cautiously looking around, she ensured that there was no one else before she started stripping. She laid out a set of clean armor on the rock next to her and left her bags next to it. She searched out a bar of soap and her hairbrush, and then sprinted into the awaiting hot spring.

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After finding his way to a small camp, Sathrai found himself more work. There was an archaeologist who needed some assistance up by the hot springs. So, wary of his surroundings, Sathrai made his way there. He shoved aside bushes and jumped over dinosaur hatchlings up until he finally made it to the small hill in the center of the springs. Upon arriving the blood elf found the goblin staring out at something in the middle of the spring.

"Excuse me?" He said. The goblin jumped and whirled, as though he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have.

"Ah, yes," the little green creature huffed, "what do you want?"

Sathrai raised an eyebrow. For someone who was allegedly waiting for help, he seemed very annoyed.

"I was sent here. One of your colleagues said you might have work for me."

"Ah yes, what did I do with that scroll…?" And as the goblin fumbled about with a bag on his belt, something caught Sathrai's eye. Movement in the springs, the same direction the goblin was looking, but it definitely wasn't one of the elemental spirits.

That was an elf. A woman in fact, and she was most definitely naked. She was angrily brushing out the long silver locks, and then she dropped something into the water. She dove down just as the goblin caught him staring and grimaced.

"Hey now, stop that! I saw her first!" Sathrai crossed his arms.

"Do you want my help or not?" He deadpanned.

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Anaya silently swore to herself as the bar of soap evaded her grasp and fell down into the water. It wouldn't be long until it evaporated and it would be ages before she would be able to get any more. So she immediately dove down to retrieve it. Thankfully the damage was minimal and she was able to salvage the slender bar. She vaulted back up to the surface, clutching her prize, when she realized: she was not alone. As she looked up, she noticed that some of the steam had cleared. Not a lot, but enough that she could see it. Someone was raiding her things.

Her eyes narrowed. If there was one thing that Anaya did not like, it was a thief. She let her naked form slide back into the shadows, and she swam to the shore. She got a better look at the offender – a blood elf like her – and crept up from behind. He was examining the armor she'd left on the rock, leaving her free to reach into her pack and–

"Hello Anaya." A voice said. "I would've never pegged you as an exhibitionist." It teased. The rogue narrowed her eyes, but did not release her camouflage.

"Hello again, Sathrai." She spat. "I did not realize you were in the crater. I would have gone elsewhere."

"Don't be like that." The man said, turning. "I've rather missed you." He stated, handing her a dry blanket while pointedly looking away. She accepted the offering.

"I sincerely doubt that." She murmured, swathing herself in the blanket and revealing herself once more. She watched as he let his eyes flicker to her hidden form and he studied her a moment before huffing.

"That doesn't make it any less true."

Anaya snorted.

"I'm sure you say that to all the pretty girls." She lilted.

"So you think you're pretty?" The man shot back.

"I don't think I'm ugly." She calmly replied. She then lifted an eyebrow. "Do you?" She challenged.

The warrior had nothing to say to that.

"Well it was nice to see you again, Anaya. I have some things to attend to." Sathrai turned to leave, but the rogue called out to him once more.

"I hope you don't intend to fight. It seems you'd get very badly hurt." She remarked. He shook his head.

"On the contrary, this way I'll be able to move much faster than if I was weighed down by a metric ton of plate." He paused, before letting a flirtatious grin spread its way across his face. "Are you worried?" He baited. The woman remained unfazed.

"Of course I am." Then lower. "I would hate to have to tell your mother that her son was horrendously mauled and murdered by the dinosaur he pissed off." She muttered. Sathrai leaned on his sword like a cane and assessed her.

"You'd have been a great mage." He mused. "You use such big words."

"Most people with functioning brains do. Now turn around. I want to get dressed."

"Best not do that here." He warned. "There's a goblin up on that rock who thinks you are very pretty." Anaya's eyes widened and she whirled. She supposed that her face must have been positively terrifying. Even from all the way down here, she could hear the shriek of terror as the little green man dove down to evade her sight.

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Sathrai would be lying if he said that he was not pleased with the way his day had ended. Night had fallen, and so had the temperature. A chilly breeze made its way past the small, secluded cliff he'd brought the rogue to, but though he might have been a bit uncomfortable his companion most certainly was not. The rogue was still wrapped up in his blanket. The night had gone well enough. They'd bantered for a few hours, exchanged stories and jokes, but the man had finally had it.

"Anaya, I promise, no one is going to see you get dressed up here." He placated.

"At the moment I don't think I care. I'm very comfortable." She responded, her tranquil green eyes staring into his own.

"Yeah well I'm not. I'd like to have my blanket back." He grumbled. Her eyes glittered playfully.

"Well then why not join me?" She teased. He shot her a look.

"You don't mean that." He growled. She giggled.

"Maybe I do."

"I remember what happened last time." He said, face serious. A thoughtful look befell the girl.

"That was unfair of me." She said. "It wasn't your fault."

"Sure it was. You told me to stop. I didn't. It was entirely within your rights to run away crying." He turned his gaze to the fire.

"That's true," She said slowly, "but neither of us really knew what we were doing. Something tells me your self-control has improved. To be honest, I kind of always wanted to give it another try." Her voice was gentle and tinged with humor. Sathrai looked up at her and couldn't help it. He laughed.

"Never in my life, did I think you'd have to persuade me to sleep with you." He said.

"Are you saying yes?" She inquired, her smile soft.

"Maybe I am." He lilted. A smirk crossed her lips and she stood up.

"Put the fire out. I'll meet you in the tent."

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Anaya would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. She had made this decision at a whim. She had forgotten that she actually liked Sathrai, his humor, his shy sort of kindness. And it certainly helped that his body wasn't bad either. He was tall and lean. His hair was long and silky and she had never been able to figure out if it was brown or red. The small triangle of hair on his chin remained neatly groomed, and to this day he was still the prettiest man she had ever seen. Setting aside her still damp hair, she unwrapped the blanket and sat herself down on his sleeping mat. She was feeling much less sure about this as she listened to him fumble about with that bucket. It wasn't until the light from the fire completely vanished that she felt a small spike of panic grip her heart. There was no moonlight. She couldn't see a thing.

She really did want to try again. She'd had other experiences with other men, but Sathrai was the only one who'd ever actually hurt her. She knew it had been an accident, that he hadn't intended to, but she still felt like she should be braced for it.

She laid down, the blanket covering everything up to her nose until she caught the faint fel glow of the man's eyes as he walked in.

"Hello." He said, kneeling down to straddle her shielded body.

"Hey." She responded. Sathrai slowly began to pull the blanket down, and very carefully placed his lips on hers. His hands caressed her neck, then slid down to her hips. He broke the kiss and pulled the blanket back up over both of them.

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Sathrai was searching for any and all spots that might make her writhe. He did not want to screw this up. For whatever reason she had decided to give him another chance, and he was entirely willing to take it. Though he hesitated to do any more, plain kisses didn't seem to be doing much for her. When he returned to her mouth, she was happy enough. She had pulled at the leather tie in his hair, and the tresses fell around his shoulders. She had grasped on to it, but released him as he began to trail down her neck and shoulders.

She wasn't protesting, but this wasn't making her very happy either. So he tried something else. Very gently, he used his teeth to nip at her skin. She hummed in approval and her arms tightened just the slightest around him.

Oh.

So she was that kind of person.

He let his teeth do the work while his fingers wandered and all the while his desire slowly built up. He lightly scratched at the skin along her hips, her waist, and her back until he was certain that more intimate attentions would be welcomed. It wasn't until she arched her back into him and drug her nails down his shoulders that he let himself buck into her. She gasped and he was grateful that she wouldn't be able to see his smug smile. He shifted his attention down to her breasts. He could feel the small nubs beneath his fingers, and he momentarily regretted putting out the fire.

This would be so much better if he could see her.

But it didn't matter. Though he could feel an occasional scar, her skin was smooth and hot and willing. Her breasts were not large. In fact they felt rather small in his hands, but that didn't faze him in the slightest. Anaya was small anyways. She stood at only five feet tall, and her waist was positively tiny. Her breasts matched, and he found her positively beautiful. She was small, and pale, and her long silver hair made her look almost ethereal where it made other girls just look old. Yes, she was absolutely lovely. Not that he would ever say that. He let his nails pierce the tender flesh and she whimpered, and for a horrifying second Sathrai couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure. He released his hold and kissed the scratched skin, apologizing for any line he may have crossed.

"You didn't have to stop." She murmured. Her hold on him tightened and she pulled his mouth back to hers. He only grunted in response and went back to what he was doing. While one hand kneaded at her breast, he let the other wander a little lower. Just to see if this was having the effect he wanted.

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When he placed his fingers between her legs, Anaya couldn't help but tense up. Sathrai moved very fast. He brushed against that point near the top and a shock jolted through her body. It was a little like vertigo, but elsewhere. He stroked her up and down and up and down and the sensations only heightened. Her breath grew heavy and was soon entirely audible. Sounds escaped her mouth, things like sighs, whimpers, and wanton moans.

Finally he grabbed her wrist and kept her pinned while he attacked her neck once more. She turned her head so that he might have better access to whatever the hell he wanted. Her neck, her pointed ears, and even her jawline. He inserted a single finger, and Anaya could physically feel her anticipation building. Higher, and higher, and higher…she was so incredibly close that she was about to shriek his name when he had the audacity to stop. He sat up, and Anaya was just about prepared to kill him when she realized what he was doing.

He was taking off his pants. She took the opportunity to slide her legs out from under him. She let him settle back into her slender form, and then she took his hips between her knees. Swiftly she rolled them over so that she was on top and Sathrai lay on his back surprised.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" He growled softly, his sharp teeth nipping at her bottom lip.

"Something you'll like." She answered breathlessly. She kissed him again, letting his tongue battle with hers, and she slowly but surely trailed her hand down his body. His chest, his chiseled stomach, a coarse patch of hair, and finally…him. He stood tall at attention, steel covered in silk. His skin was hot, and he gasped as she took hold of him.

She started out slow, painfully so. His hands held on to her hips for dear life, and every so often he'd whimper. He was unsatisfied, she knew that, but she wanted something in particular. Something he would loathe to give her. He opened his eyes and glared at her.

"Y-you're doing this on…on purpose."

"Perhaps."

To this he flipped them back over.

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Sathrai had waited too long. The head was right at her entrance, and he was so tempted to just do it. To thrust forward and take her like an animal. To flip her over and pull her hips up to his. Various images flickered through his imagination, and at this point he didn't think she would mind. He had almost certainly left marks on her skin, whether it was from the bites or the scratches and she had loved every moment of it. Her body was covered in perspiration and felt akin to a heater.

Though he was tired of the jungle, this particular type of heat was welcome. Very welcome.

Slowly, he pressed forward. He was maybe an inch in when he stopped.

It was hell to keep still.

She was so soft, and silky, and soaking, and so incredibly hot. For a moment his body felt weak, and he let his forehead rest on hers. She sighed happily.

"D-don't hold back." She pleaded. That was all it took. He just about lunged forward and she shrieked. He nipped and pinched at her breasts, and he kept his arm solidly wrapped around her. No way was he going to let go. With each thrust the heat in his abdomen intensified. It wound up into a tension so potent it was almost torture, and the only relief was to push it into the womans tiny, beautiful body.

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Anaya's voice keened with every rhythmic thrust. This was just like before, her anticipation building up into something just as pleasurable as it was torturous. Pleasure spiked through her stomach, up her spine, and even all the way down into her fingertips. Her mind had completely fogged over, and all she could focus on was how insanely wonderful Sathrai made her feel. She was right there, at the tip of falling over. She felt each and every inch of him ravaging and stretching her to her full potential.

He hitched her leg over his shoulder, and that gave way to a whole new set of sensations. Her voice got just a little louder as he glided against the most sensitive point of her body. His hips crashed against hers, and he covered her like a blanket. She could even feel him all the way near the back.

Somehow though, it wasn't enough. She needed something else, just a little more….then he abruptly stopped.

"Ugh, fuck." He grunted, and that was it. She cried out his name as waves of pleasure rolled through her body, and she thought she could hear him moan out her name as something as hot as it was wet released.

As Anaya came down from her high she noticed that her skin stung in certain places. She wondered if the wetness was sweat or blood, yet somehow she wasn't inclined to care. After a few more heavy breaths Sathrai removed himself, and collapsed at her side. He took her hand and kissed it before pulling her close and stroking the pale silver hair on her head.

That was when Anaya noticed more acutely the wetness trickling down her thighs, and a terrible thought struck her.

"You, um." She started, still catching her breath. "You have some of that tea, right?"

Sathrai immediately froze and Anaya could almost feel the panic emanating from his body.

"Maybe we should start thinking about names?" He stated sheepishly. She rolled her eyes.

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The titan watched from her terrace as the two lovers reconciled. They didn't know this, but they were both destined to become great. They would raze the worlds of Azeroths enemies, and they would conquer the demons of the Burning Legion. They would unite the races and make this world theirs, but that destiny would only come to pass if they remained together.

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I don't like it very much, but it does have a few redeeming qualities in my eyes. Opinions?

-Statyck