Sierra stood at the window gazing out at the bustling streets. She was just the daughter of a rich merchant but she felt that something was coming. Her father had informed her that she would be traveling to meet her intended and that she must bring honor to her house. All she wanted was to see the world before she was trapped in a marriage of convienence, for her family if not for her.
She would travel through the portal to Undercity, from there she would travel by Zepplin to her fiance' in Orgrimmar where he was conducting buisness. She would not even have the benifit of a Sin'dorei ceramony, just a few words and he would have her and she could do nothing. She would travel with him from that point forward to assist in his work and to cement the alliance between thier families. It would take many days of travel before she would be there and she intended to see as much as she could. She would leave in the early hours tomorrow, for now she needed her rest.
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They had been traveling for three days when they reached Orgrimmar only to find that her intended was not there. They were to higher a guide and travel to him in Mulgore. That is when her guards let slip that the man she was to marry was no man but, a goblin. She tried to run at that point. She would not be a goblin bride no matter the needs of her family. She tried to escape several times but each time the guards caught her. They laughed at her, teased her, humiliated her telling her things that she would have to do for her goblin master, her soon to be husband. Driven to escape she stabbed one of the guards that night but she was weak, delicate even and it barely hurt him, but it did drive him to find a way to keep her calm for the rest of the trip. Her food the next day was drugged and she slept while they found a guide to take them to Mulgore.
They found him in the form of a Tauren hunter who was going back to his home village after a visit to the city. He agreed to take them over the mountains for the price of 3 silver and a new cloak. While he gathered what was needed for the trip the guards talked over how they would deal with having very little money left, and none for the bull. They had been watching this girl for a while now and all of them wanted a piece of her. They could kill the guide, burn the caravan, and have thier fun with her. She could be killed or even sold afterwards and they could blame it on the guide. No one would be the wiser. They didn't think to hide their plan from the serving girl and she had heard all of it.
Harrakin had just finished buying the few items he needed and was about to enter the inn where he was to meet the caravan guards when a woman poked her head around the corner and motioned him to join her. He knew her and knew that she meant him no harm and so he followed her.
"Kin," She began "You must becareful. Theses guys are no good.I 'eard them talkin' and they mean to kill you rape and kill that elf girlie and pin it all on you. They're making trouble for the clans and I would'na want you hurt. So please be safe. You're one'a the goodins'"with that she dashed back to the kitchens leaving him to puzzle out her words.
He was exceptionaly intelligent and it showed in the fact that he could in fact speak not only common but several words in Thalassian as well. He had yet to see the elf girl that was the sole true passenger of the caravan but he would not be held responsable for her death. There was a good ambush site a few days up the road and he would remove the offending guards heads there. They were puleing and weak and it would not be hard to leave them as carrion.
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She awoke to screams, her mind fuzzy dizzy. What ever they had given her made her thoughts disjointed. Soon she is out again her dreams filled with screams of the damned, of the guards. She hated them and she wanted the screams. The drug still heavily in her system causing her emotions to rise and fall like the tide, making her unaware of the battle outside her wagon unthinking of the deaths of the faithless guards.
Harrakin pulls open the back of the wagon and peered into the shadowy interior. The girl was sprawled on a pallet, her formerly prim and proper clothing in disarray and her hair laying around her like a cloud of fire. He had never seen so small a girl, he had seen elves before but always at a distance. He knew she was no child as he could clearly see the curves, the swell of her breast. Until that moment he had thought he might return her to her intended but seeing her like this, so delicate, so vulnerable, he knew he had to keep her. He had to touch her. How did she keep from being burned by her glorious hair? with gentle fingers tipped with hard thick nails almost claws he slids through her hair, finally tugging lightly. He stops and looks at her thinking perhaps she was waking, as her breath catches for a moment. Staring at her pale skin so unlike his fur. He let his thumb glide over her lips, so soft. Even her eyes were difrent, she couldn't see to the sides like he could she would be eaten alive here in Mulgore. He was shocked when he felt her head turn towards his hands almost seking his touch.
She could feel warmth and something more. Some one was there and he was not a guards, but who it was seemed unimportant at the moment, and she drifted away again.
He felt her breath on his palm, the soft sigh that parted her lips as she turned towards his touch. Unthinking he leans to smell her, the scent of her skin, fresh air, and some light spicy scent tickeling his nostrals. The softness of her hair as he presses his face closer.
"Wha..?" Her voice seems to stumble as her eyes try to focus on him. He waits for her to scream her fear to try and run but she does niether. Dizzy and confused she reaches out to feel who is there. "Please...?" Her voice is soft, and thick and he is reminded of the brew served in the cold months, thick, hot and spiced. He doesn't hesitate and within moments her blouse lies in shredds around her. exposing her chest to the breeze and his eyes. He reaches out and lightly fondles her breast, the skin soft and smooth. The knowledge that even a fraction of his strength could leave her bloody and broken causes him to be gentle. He wants this elf, no matter the consquences.
"Safe" he whispers to her his voice a bare growl as he feast his eyes upon her. He lifts her up and out of the wagon, laying her on the grass. her skirt a hindrance he soon removes. Though she is tiny her legs seem to be long and well muscled. He runs his hands up her legs to feel her shiver beneath his touch.
This is the first time she can really see who has her and thoughhe frightens her she can not help but wonder at his feral beauty. She has never been alone with a male before and doesn't understand the look in his eyes. The look reminds her of a hungry cat, dangerous but some thing more. His hands wonder over her person and she tries to move away but the drug has left her uncoordinated and she falls instead. His hands, his fingers find her nipples and tweek them leaving her gasping at sensations she has no name for.
Now she is afraid, not of him but of what he is making her feel. She tries her voice again but all that comes out is a jumble of words. He kneels, pulling aside his loincloth, exposing his LARGE maleness to her sight...possibly the first male organ she has ever seen. SHe tries to sit up, to scoot away but he pushes her gently backwards, watching as she sprawls back on the soft grass, legs spread... and he gets a whiff of her scent, her rising excitement.
"By the gods, " her shock visable..her body reacting, nipples pulling to hard nubs and her nerves jumping, a light dew between her legs. Her eyes wide he scents her, and something primal drives him to taste her. His large head between her legs, equally large tongue tasting her dew. She shudders at the first touch of his moist rough tongue on her center. The friction causing her head to fall back, a gasp a moan. He is delving into her depths touching a her, changing her. His hands roam over her until finally one comes to rest on her belly, so large he easily keeps her pinned. The force of his tongue causeing her to spiral out of control. Her orgasm shaking her and coating his tongue and muzzle.
"Please.."her voice a soft husky plead for what she doesn't understand her hands buried in the fur around his horns grasping at anything she can.
Harrakin chuffs, then lurches up over to her, istincts taking over, knowing only a female is beneath him... and wanting to be serviced.
A moment of sanity as he moves. Her fear and her arousel mixing becoming something more something new. Her mind reels at what is about to happen, but she stills under him, not moving but her limbs shaking with need for something she doesn't understand. He easliy flips her onto her hands and knees, positioning her for the entry of his huge maleness. Confused and unsure, she stays. Her mind flashes back to biology, and she relizes he is about to mount here like a mare, a cow, and she wanted this. Her skin pebbles as her body arches to meet him. She feels the first nudge of his cock, a thrill of desire and terror as she realises he's as large as a clenched fist, and he's slowly butting into her womanhood. A gasp of pain escapes her lips, she knows that he won't fit, there is no way. She tries to move, her fear coming to the fore, but she is slick with sweat and still dizzy and only succeeded in moving towards him.
He slowly, slowly slides in, a fingerwidth, then another. She parts before him, a flower blooming for the sun. A lunge and he is almost to he maidenhead, pain and pleasure mix in her and all she can do is shudder beneath him her head thrown back, her hair a cascade of fire. He catches her hair in a fist, gripping it tighlty as he thrusts deep into her, parting her maidenhead like a storm. She screams as he shreds her hymen, but the feel of her hair in his fist and the strength of the beast behind her gives her a thrill she had never known her breath comes in ragged gasps as she soars towards a precipice.
Harrakin starts to thrust into Sierra, feeling her incredible tightness, so totally unlike Tauren females... and knows she must be his forever. He drives his massive cock into her, spreading her incredibly wide, plunging so deep each thrust drives the breath out of her.
"GODS" her scream echos out in the open air as her sheath tightend around him as she cums around his cock. Waves of pleasure crashing through her combining with the pain of stretching and his fist in her hair. Not thinking she slams herself back onto him feeling him buried deep inside her. Harrakin bellows and cums inside his small elf, a flood contained in too small a channel... it has no where to go but past the large plug at the now stretched opening of her pussy... it torrents down her thighs. Shuddering around him, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. She nearly collapses under him from the strength of her emotions. Her breath ragged gasps as her heart beats out of control.
He lifts her shaking form to his chest, holding her close, cradled in his massive arms, safe and protected. Unthinking she rests her head on his chest...relaxing in to his fur "I..I don't..but...how.." Finally she falls silent never even getting a full question out. Harrakin huffs, feeling the relaxation and pleasure the small elf has brought him. He knows that he will keep her close, even when she comes to understand her new life.