Noise.
Loud ambitious noise. Ringing bells from the broken church, screaming from the locals, and rash shouts from the guards. And then there was the sound of death. And then silence, before the next rush of guards started shouting orders and the vendors screamed for help. And then there were the tourists, the ones who came momentarily for that couple handfuls of experience. Elves, Tauren, Orcs, Undead and the like. Even Alliance.
It was very dark, horribly dark so that only the blazing torches outside could light the area. It was also raining hard, the roof was being hammered by water, he could hear it dripping through the cracks in the wooden roof so it dropped down in streams. The whole inn smelled like mildew and moisture. Something the Forsaken couldn't find to care about, so they left it to rot.
"Tarren Mills is under attack!" screamed a guard. "Tarren Mills is under attack!!"
The chaos outside awoke a sleeper in the inn, a Blood Elf, sleeping on the second floor in a damp blanket on a mildew-scented bed. He sat up quickly and looked around in panic, his bright green eyes wide with fear at the shouting outside and the horrible noises of people dying. He was silent still, not daring to make a sound to alert whomever was attacking aware of his presence.
There was another person on the bed opposite his, a Forsaken rogue by the looks. The rotting corpse jumped out of his flimsy cot and looked at him before the door. Running towards it he shut it and locked the bolt. As if that will do anything, whoever was attacking would either pass their door or kick it down and violently kill them both. There were only the two of them.
The white haired rogue snarled at the door and barricaded it. "You! Priest!" shouted the rogue at him.
"U-Uh. Yes?" he replied in a small voice, leaning off the bed so he could stand.
"Tarren Mills is under attack!" came another shout.
"Get that dresser and push it against this door!" The rogue pointed at a wooden dresser in the corner of the room.
"I-I don't. I don't think it'll help much if they--"
The door exploded. And the Forsaken disappeared in the fire and rubble. The Priest, who's name was Donelzane Seredian, was flung forward on his way to the dresser and thrown to the ground. He was no one important. Another young whelp looking to become a champion amongst his people, almost considered a fruitless goal yet he would try anyways.
A sliver or two dug into his skin as he slid across the rough wooden floor before he stopped himself and looked behind him at the pile of wood, metal and a disembodied Forsaken rogue. His face turned into horrified sadness at the Undead's body. 'Resurrection… I could…,' he thought as he laid on the floor looking at the body.
But he found new fear as there was the rattle and crunch of rotting wood as someone else walked through the broken door. He was tall, towering, and fully dressed in the best armor available. Donelzane looked up at this person in terror. He was going to die, horribly. Skewered. Tortured. And then burnt alive perhaps.
"P-Pl..Please," he stuttered in Orcish. "I beg of you…."
He curled up closer to himself, trying to look feeble and unable to do anything against this person, looks like a Night Elf. A warrior. Of course Donelzane was ONE hit to death.
"I-I-I was… And the--that rogue…" he tried again. Although the other elf just stood there, his face remaining stoic, before he saw the Priest on the ground, and his look turned to amused, a snide smirk on his face.
Donelzane's pleading went unheard as the Night Elf advanced on him. The small Blood Elf immediately started crawling backwards in a panicking pace, never turning his back or leaving the Night Elf's piercing silver eyes on him. His back his the wall and he was trapped, "No wait! Please!" he cried out, trying to shrink against the tall Elf.
The warrior leant down and grabbed him around his robes and pulled him up, the Blood Elf began fighting back, kicking the warrior's legs and shins, beating on his chest with his cloth-protected hands. To say the least he was doing more damage to himself than the warrior. Hard plate meeting soft cloth was hardly any competition at all and would be an insult if it was.
The Night Elf turned around and threw the priest to the ground, before he stomped down on his side and grinded his foot into his side. Donelzane cried out in pain, feeling his bones rattle at the impact.
Arcelare Stronwill, experienced warrior of the Alliance, strolled up the stairs in the Tarren Mills inn, towards the rooms. There was bound to be some unfortunate travellers in there. The rest of his party was outside having a bit of fun with the guards. He'd just finished off the Innkeeper and it's guards. No doubt the shouting from the Forsaken guards was warding off Horde younglings from returning into town for fear they'd be apart of the slaughter too.
He'd only came with three more people, a Draenei paladin, and two Humans, a rogue and a warlock. To say the least they were massacring this small outpost well actually. Concerning his raiders, he only knew the Draenei personally, his name was Kasteus Abarose, talented with the Light and his melee ability. The other two, he knew their names and that was all. The rogue, Vackett. And the warlock, Rahn.
Arcelare threw a small bomb up the stairs and it exploded violently, sending shrapnel and debris everywhere. He rounded the corner of the second story corner and leisurely walked into the room where the beds were kept. He sneered at the whole place. Undead filth… Probably having no idea how to keep things clean and tidy.
He walked into a room and saw a corpse that'd been caught in the explosion, and a shivering little blondie on the ground, looking at him with utter horror like he was a demon. A little Blood Elf. How adorable he thinks he can escape, it only caused his sadistically calm smirk to widen.
The white-blonde elf scurried away as he advanced, a priest, he was basically pleading on his knees, he could tell. Pleading for life.
Arcelare snatched the elf off the floor and threw him to the side before stepping on him, adding a heel to the small Sin'dorei's pain. Leaning his weight on the foot grinding into the priest's side, he grinned.
"Little priest. Hillsbrad is infamous for being a death zone," he said aloud down at the Blood Elf. "Your loss, elf." Arcelare took his sword and stabbed it into the soft wood by the priest's head and stepped on his chest, holding him down.
He heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, taking his silvery gaze off the Blood Elf to the door. Kasteus came into the room, looking around with a curious gaze before his look fell on the two elves.
"Ah, I see you've caught anoder one, Stronwill. Ye'd better put his life to rest unless you plan on tortur'ing the little one," Kasteus said in his thick accent, putting his mace back in his belt and approaching the two.
Arcelare looked up from his crouched position over the priest at Kasteus. "Yes, I do plan on having a little bit of fun with this one. He's cute ain't he?" commented the warrior as he grabbed the priest by his thin jaw and leaned it towards Kasteus.
Donelzane groaned as sharp claws dug deep into the skin of his jaw and was twisted so he had to look at the Draenei. He saw the Draenei paladin lean his head and say something in Common. Obviously concerning the conversation between the Night Elf and the Draenei. He hoped they weren't talking about how to kill him… He'd never taken the course at the Academy to learn Common, maybe he should have.
The priest tried twisting in the Night Elf's grasp, fiercely fighting back, letting his hands slither with shadow energy. His palms let out a shock of dark energy, at least trying to show he wasn't going to submit that easily.
To his utter dismay the warrior hardly flinched, he might not have even felt it. All he did was stop talking to the paladin and look down at him with a less than amused eye, his long blue brow raised with a frown on his face.
Donelzane was then hauled up harshly, hearing threads ripping as his seams were shred from the rough pull when the Night Elf lifted him from the ground and threw him against a wall, holding him tightly there. His wrists were crushed together by the Kal'dorei's superior strength and held above is head. The warrior lifted him higher still, until Donelzane's boots hung above the ground. "Aaaah…!" he cried in pain when his shoulders were strained and his wrists felt like they might snap.
Kasteus just observed with a small grin on his face, amused at how Arcelare handled the little elf so harshly.
"Be gentle, aye? Ye might break one of 'es bones there," chuckled the paladin. "I thought maybe ye'd like to preserve 'es body until he's become worthless, hm?" Of course, the Draenei's words were not holy in the least. He knew Arcelare would abuse the priest until he was begging for death. And if the other two got in here they'd probably observe like he was, a voyeur, that's the word.
"But that takes all the fun outta this," replied Arcelare, his eyes not leaving the terrified face of the priest's. He loved that look. Terror. His prey fearing him, it was exhilarating to know he petrified people. Knowing he held their life in his hand. He abruptly grabbed the priest by his thin neck and squeezed hard.
Donelzane chocked, he felt his windpipe shut closed, his eyes went wide and he panicked again. He made a chocking sound and tried to suck in any sort of air, his hysteria not helping with his lack of oxygen, using it up quickly before he felt his lungs burn for air. He desperately pulled on his arms, trying to get them out of the warrior's vice grip on his wrists.
He tried kicking at the warrior again, but his arms being lifted above his head was stressing his chest so any air was already half compressed out of his lungs when the warrior strung him up. And it was only seconds after the warrior clutched his neck did he feel dizziness and blackness claw at his conscious.
His blurry, doubled vision saw the Draenei put his big blue hand on the Night Elf's shoulder and say something bold to the warrior. He could barely do anything more than watch as his senses began fading when oxygen still failed to supply his body.
Although, by some miracle he felt the hand leave his neck, and he immediately gasped and started to pant, wanting to use his hands to massage his sore throat. And oddly enough, the Kal'dorei let go of his thin wrists, but the freedom was short lived as he felt the warrior's fist connect with his stomach. And only half a second later did he register the immense pain with a sharp cry of hurt, bringing him to his knees and hugging his middle as he doubled over, painful salt droplets lingering on the corner of his eyes which escaped and trickled down his nose to the floor, screaming at the wooden floor..
Arcelare looked over his shoulder at Kasteus with none other than a sadistic smile. "If you say so. Do you… wanna help?" He grinned darkly at Kasteus's smirking face, gesturing to the withering elf crying on the floor.
Kasteus shrugged and walked towards the two elves. "You are indeed very malicious, Arcelare. Who knows how the leetle elf will feel h'afterwards." Then again, Kasteus guessed that the warrior wouldn't give any care towards the situation leading after he'd done what he wants with the priest.
Arcelare turned a few degrees to stare at the whimpering Sin'dorei on the floor, breathing hard at the stress in his middle. The Night Elf grinned toothily and grabbed the priest by his thin arm and yanked him up, earning a sharp shriek of pain. He pulled the elf closer to his face so he was inches from the priest's nose. "Listen you little bitch, I know you can't understand me when I say this is going to hurt. So just be a good elf…and scream," growled Arcelare and squeezed the priests arm until his face winced in pain and soon broke out in a pained cry as his arm was crushed.
The cry made Arcelare's grin widen into a sick, malevolent sneer. He unclenched his fist and shoved the priest backwards towards Kasteus.
The Draenei grabbed the tiny creature with both of his great hands, holding him still while he looked the Sin'dorei over. Kasteus was nearly twice the size of the priest, and the fear was plainly shown on his face, mouth open and panting, his eyes wide and shallow with fear, and he was shivering… This made the paladin raise an eyebrow, "The leetle elf seems frightened of me. That hurts my feelings." Said Kasteus in a sombre tone, before he took one dark blue finger and lifted the elf's chin, getting a look at his face. "Hmm."
Arcelare was standing with his arms crossed and looking at the two with a mischievous look. "What're you thinking?"
"Unsure at the time," Kasteus sighed. "Maybe you should be… "gentle", with this one. He's pretty, like a woman." The Draenei chuckled slightly. "He might sell good at the Auction House."
"And I'm devious?" laughed Arcelare. "Fine! But I still want my fun!" He took two steps forward and grabbed the elf by the back of his collar and pulled him backwards but not out of the paladin's hands, and hissed in the priest's ear, "You heard the man. When we're done raping you, there'll be dozens of others out for your tight ass."
The Night Elf's spare hand came to gently caress the other elf's smooth, pale neck and buried his nose in his silvery blonde hair and took a deep breath, smelling the mossy dampness that clung to them all from the atmosphere of Hillsbrad Foothills.
Donelzane stifled a small whimper that came up this throat when the Kal'dorei grabbed him roughly by his robes, and shivered more quickly when he felt cold plate hands on his neck, and sniffed back the want to cry again. He tried speaking, but all that came out was a barely-audible, shaky, "P…Pl-ease… What are…?"
He shut his eyes and sniffed, holding back more tears. Under his eyes were red from his crying, small droplets still hanging in the corners of his eyes as he looked up at the Draenei again, his arms trapped in his huge also-plated hands. He winced at the dark look he received and tried wriggling out of the vice-grip hold the paladin had. But the hands just held tighter, but not painfully tighter, a warning. He could say without shame to any pride he had, that he was terrified. It was at this point in the confrontation did he realize that these two Alliance were going to do unspeakable things. What could he do? He was so much younger than his assaulters. He would have no effect at all if he tried resisting or escaping. This thought forced more watery veins to fall down his cheeks and to the floor.
Suddenly the plated hand that was holding onto his collar was now weaving through his hair gently, the warrior's voice went soft as he whispered something delicate in the Sin'dorei's long ear, making Donelzane flinch away quickly. But that single act of repulsion was obviously a bad idea because a moment after he pulled away from the Night Elf's hand it was firmly yanking at his roots making the priest wince and thin his lips so he didn't make a sound at the uncomfortable pain. Donelzane hoped he had an idea on how he was suppose to act. If he cooperated it seemed the two weren't as horrible to him…
"Curse the Undead," he whispered to himself. It was the guy's fault, the Forsaken guard, Donelzane thought he remembered him from Undercity. Holy crap that place smelt bad. He accepted his quest quickly without much thought and took a flight path to The Sepulcher where he began to walk to Hillsbrad. It was only when he entered the zone did he find out how dangerous it was. Not the monsters, oh no, it was the Alliance infestation. He'd get word from the guards and vendors at the Mill, that little 'children' like him get picked off easily by roaming Alliance looking for a bit of fun. Why they'd go for the obviously-incapable-of-anything people who were at Hillsbrad just because it was conveniently close to Undercity, he did not know. Maybe they were bored?
He always told himself, They wouldn't go after him he wasn't important enough for a second thought. Maybe he was right, maybe he was just here at the wrong time… He could imagine all the other Horde lurking behind trees, hiding behind rocks, waiting for the guards to stop screaming in pain as they were slain.
Donelzane's glowing emerald eyes loitered towards the Forsaken rogue's body. He was also here at the wrong time. 'I bet he's resurrected at the graveyard. Why don't these monsters kill me too? It'd be so much more convenient,' he thought. Suddenly the Kal'dorei's armoured hand cupped his chin from behind, forcing his vision away from the corpse to the elf's silvery eyes. Donelzane tried to break the eye contact, but it was like he was being enchanted by the hypnotic gaze of his unevolved cousin. The warrior spoke in Common, something he didn't recognize, but as his sentence drew slowly out of his mouth it morphed into a different language. He didn't understand that one well either. Darnassian. He heard Night Elves spoke Darnassian, their original language. The language that was the building block of Thalassian. That's probably why he understood one phrase...
"…Get on your knees…"
What…? The Sin'dorei was taken aback by the surprise of the words that came out of the Night Elf's mouth, his voice humming at the priest's ear, making him shiver. But he was given no choice, the Kal'dorei's voice went back to speaking Common as he looked up at the Draenei.
"I think he knows what we're gunna do. Feel free," said Arcelare to Kasteus, and let go of the little Sin'dorei.
Kasteus nodded once and looked down at the elf in his hands, "Good. Might h'as well see hees worth." And then the paladin pushed the priest backwards to Arcelare, who grabbed the smaller elf's shoulders shh'ing him gently as both elves watched Kasteus. Arcelare whispered in Darnassian, half-ass Thalassian, again, "Knees. Mr. Paladin gets cross easily." He said slowly so the Sin'dorei could pick up the idea of his words.
The priest shook his head 'no', and as he watched the paladin's large blue hands unbuckle his plated belt and take the latches and ties off his equally metallic pants. Arcelare held the priest more sternly, wrapping an arm around his front. The Sin'dorei closed his eyes and shook his head more fiercely, pushing away from the Draenei, but the Kal'dorei behind him was like trying to move a stone wall.
Arcelare pushed the priest forward hard, forcing the elf to his hands and knees with a grunt. His fist once again wove through the light blonde hair, forcing his head up to look at the two Alliance with petrified eyes. They both heard the elf stutter something in muffled, broken Orcish. But, like the elf realized he was talking in Orc, he changed his voice to Thalassian and looked at Arcelare.
"I… I don't.. w-want….."
The priest had tears streaming down his face now. "Please."
The warrior looked at the Sin'dorei, clearly intrigued by the look of innocence. After a moment he looked at Kasteus, interrupting his action, "This priest is making the situation very difficult. Just look at his face," he chuckled, and looked down at the elf's sobbing eyes. "It makes me want to fuck him until he begs for death."
"Now, now, Arcelare. My mastar always told me 'Be kind to those less fortunate', I'm sure yours vould say no different. I'll let you have the elf if you buy him at the Auction House. Bidders vould like a virgin."
"Who said YOU were in charge? I found him." Arcelare twisted his fist in the priest's hair and finished Kasteus' job and dove his hand into the Draenei's pants, freeing his thick cock from it's confines. The paladin did nothing nor said anything, but observed the warrior's hand. The Kal'dorei knelt down slightly so he could be closer to the priest's face, though still a few feet from him giving the major size difference in the first place.
"I don't think the priest's ever done this before."
"Mmm, vhy don't you show him?"
"… You are a bastard."
Arcelare grinned up at Kasteus and squeezed his hand around the paladin's dick. As usual, Kasteus didn't make any motions at all. The Night Elf slowly started to pump his hand up and down the length of the Draenei. "At least try to put on a show."
"That's no vorries. You already look like a voman except vith facial hair," joked the Draenei as he watched Arcelare fist him. The Kal'dorei frowned in displeasure and scratched his thumbnail over the tip of the paladin's cock, making the Draenei also grimace. "It vas a joke."
Once Arcelare saw a few drops of pre-cum drip from the tip of the Draenei's cock, his frown turned upside down. He turned his face towards the priest, who was watching in complete horror as the Kal'dorei worked his hand on the Draenei's length. "Priest," he said, not bothering to switch from Common, startling said priest out of his state of disgust, dragging his eyes over to Arcelare's. "You're going to be in the call-girl business for a while, take a lesson."
The warrior leaned forward and licked his long tongue over the paladin's dick before he took it into his mouth smoothly. He sucked a few times and began slowly moving his head back and forth, saliva soon coating the blue skin, darker blue because of the arousal beginning to fester, he moaned over the long member in his mouth, the vibration making Kasteus pet Arcelare's hair. The Night Elf brought his spare hand up to massage the remaining length, and down to the paladin's testicles, fondling them a moment. He pulled back after a minute, swallowing the slick pre-cum starting to smear the inside of his mouth, licking the blue hardness in his hand once more and looking over at the Sin'dorei. "Your turn."
Arcelare gave the Draenei a few more pumps before he backed away and forced the Sin'dorei forward.
Donelzane was forced to watch this. He couldn't find the mind to look away, shut his eyes, plug his ears. The Night Elf constantly twisted his hand in his hair, pulling strands out of their roots, every time he did something with his mouth onto the Draenei's penis. It dripped down the Kal'dorei's chin, the same stuff coating the paladin's cock. He'd never seen this… situation. Heard about it, he'd seen hookers and prostitutes around Silvermoon, Orgrimmar, even in Undercity. He never thought to think it out, what happens to those who sell themselves, why they do it, how they live with the thought that they go out everyday to have sex with men, women, whoever has the money to buy them for a few minutes, maybe hours, maybe a whole night.
He'd find out now. The inner-turmoil that really goes on within those wanderers.
The Kal'dorei held his head by the hair, the Draenei watched in anticipation, and Donelzane was pushed forward. The Draenei took over, shooing the warrior's hand away from the priest's hair. And grabbed one thin shoulder and laid his big hand over the priest's head, almost in a reassuring way. He felt the paladin move his hips forward and his leaking member pushing against Donelzane's lips. He quickly moved his head away and denied the paladin.
The Draenei shook his head in disappointment and took his hand off of the elf's shoulder to once more cup his chin. And abruptly forced himself through the priest's lips and through his teeth, quickly suffocating Donelzane with the immense girth. And pulled out. The priest fell forward, retching at the taste and how it touched the back of his mouth. He felt the elf behind him grab both his wrists and hold them together behind his back, forbidding him from basically any movement. But the paladin grabbed the back of his head and forced himself into his mouth again.
And then the paladin grabbed both sides of his head and started thrusting in and out of his mouth, cries and sobbing was all that was heard. The Kal'dorei grabbed his hips and rubbed his crotch against his rear, probably imagining the most sinful thoughts about the priest, keeping one hand tied around the elf's thin wrists. The taste, it was foul and sticky in his mouth. And the feeling of the warrior rubbing against him from behind was all the more violating. Why didn't the warrior just get it over with, take off his clothes and fuck him. Was he just playing around? The Draenei sure wasn't, beneath that seemingly-kind exterior there was a beast. Fucking his mouth as hard as he dared. Maybe they were going to do something to him afterward. Hopefully kill him.
At last, the Draenei made a sound, muffled as it was, he moaned slightly. Donelzane cried rivers, his eyes stinging and red, his throat was beginning to get sore, and he felt his spirit slowly waning. The paladin thrust more harshly into his small mouth, skull fucking him hard.
The priest guessed he was nearing a climax. He begged the paladin would pull out before that. The Kal'dorei's claws ripping through his black robes he got from Shadowfang Keep, scratching his skin and biting the back of his neck. It was all just too much, and Donelzane fell into a deep endless hole of despair and sadness, unable to think of anything other than the intense misery that he was feeling at this very moment.
He barely registered the creamy liquid dripping down his chin before he realized the Draenei had shot an explosion of semen in his mouth, chocking him. He pulled back with all his remaining strength and coughed endlessly, white sperm trickling down his face, a few more shots landed on his face and hair. He paid no mind, all he wanted was the disgusting taste out of his mouth and the two Alliance off of him!
Kasteus gasped slightly, looking down at the coughing elf and the Kal'dorei hugging his back. "He… ees not bad." The Draenei laughed softly, putting himself away and fastening his belt. "We should come back another time and pick up more of these Horde."
Arcelare chuckled and pulled the priest against his chest, licking his neck and up his cheek, tasting the Draenei's cum. "And he's so girly. He'll sell right away. I just wish I had the time to look after a pet, he'd just die in my cellar. Fearing my arrival everyday, where I'd walk down the steps to his cage. Starving and thirsting. Begging for death, for which I will not permit." Arcelare's hand wove patterns on the priest's clothed chest, soiled with semen. And his blonde hair messy with dirt and more semen. "What a mess."
The Kal'dorei saw the priest had a blank stare, looking at the floor where a puddle of white seed pooled. His eyes having less shine, less brilliance. And he just slouched against the warrior, silent tears seeping from his eyes to mix with the sperm.
Quite abruptly, heavy footsteps crashed up the stairs, startling the Night Elf and the Draenei. But they relaxed slightly when they looked towards the door to see Vackett and Rahn, gasping for air and sopping wet from the rain that was still pouring outside.
"Hey! Where the fuck were you guys?! We've been--…. Hey what'cha got there, long-ears?" spoke the rogue, walking up closer towards the small blonde huddled between the paladin and the warrior. His eyes shot open in surprise when he recognized it, "Horde!" Vackett quickly drew his daggers.
Kasteus stepped in front of the two elves suddenly, towering over the smaller human. "You will not harm this elf. We are selling him."
Vackett looked up at the paladin, quizzing his motives. "What? Why? He's just filthy scum not worth a coppers coin! Put him out of his misery!"
Rahn stood at the door, just observing the situation in front of him. "I think they want to sell the Blood Elf. Looks like you've just test drove him."
Vackett looked behind him at the warlock, "Why would you want to sell a Blood Elf? They're EVERYwhere! The little roaches." He glared down at the priest, covered in white semen, which just grossed out the rogue even more. And then he snapped up and looked at Arcelare. "Oh yeah. There's Horde arriving. Heavily loaded. We nearly got cut down a few times, those bitches think they can kill me." He laughed.
Rahn walked towards the group. "We have to get out of here."
Arcelare nodded and stood up, holding the Blood Elf against his chest and lifting him over his shoulder. Motioning for the others to follow as he ran out the door, down the steps and into the rain. There were indeed Horde. Lots. Searching for them, before a very large Tauren hunter spotted them.
"There they are!"
There was another Blood Elf, a mage, covered in white and blue clothing with a glowing crown over his head and a glowing staff in his hand ready for battle. "Wait! They have a hostage!"
But before anything else was said, Rahn stepped forward in the muck and rain and raised his hands. "Flee." And sent out a loud demonic shout, a heavy wave of fear sent through the hearts of the Horde forces. When they all recovered the Alliance and the unidentified hostage were gone. Off to Southshore.
END.
A/N: There will be another/more chapters. R&R plz 3
