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The ancient road's stones were cracked and overgrown with putrefaction of countless decomposing plants, and occasionally, the stray unidentifiable remains of some nameless creature. Felwood was no place for the weak; the demon-scarred lands weeded out all but the strongest and most powerful. The once-natural beauty of the glade had been forever tainted by the Legion; the mighty oaks warped beyond distinction, the wildlife turned rabid and frenzied, even the pure waters that once flowed had become a sickening pool of slime.
The road's weary stones crumbled to dust as a covered heel boldly stepped forward. The swagger spoke of confidence and untouchability, two traits essential to any who expected to survive in the harsh Felwood. Yet amidst the decay and abandonment stepped a silver-clad figure. A bright luster shined in the hazy sunlight amidst layers of grime and dirt caked on the platemail. A tight, form-fitting metal plate underlaid by a veil of interlocked chain rings hugged the mid-section of the torso. It revealed a curvaceous outline, snugly fitting across the voluptuous bosom, seemingly pushing it together to paint a tantalizing cleavage. The midriff lay bare save for a plain leather belt, which supported a series of interlocked metal plates running down each outer thigh. A flowing length of silky cloth rolled down from the waist to the knees, stained by dried blood and dirt, with obvious streaks of a sword being wiped off. The silk ran down the front only; the warrior's back was completely bare of any accoutrements. Sweat glistened off the exposed ass cheeks and rolled down the hamstrings and calves of the long, thin shapely legs.
Mooni viewed donning armor on her backside as useless, and even counter-productive. No enemy would ever see her back against them, she had more pride than that. And for the common drunk that can't resist slapping the fine purple ass, it would be the last thing he ever saw anyway. Mooni's supple delicate skin, enhanced by the seductive soft pink hue, turned heads, but her long silky purple hair cascading down her back was what captivated both friend and foe. Her smooth, innocent facial features disguised the killer instinct trapped within the fiery embers of her smoldering emerald eyes. Mooni was a vicious killer first, a seductress second.
Her task led her to the ruins of a long-forgotten Highborne structure, tumbled columns and stonework littered the ground, overgrown by weeds and venomous vines. The area was rife with the stench of demons, but none were to be seen, an eye-raising suspicion in a glade overrun with the Legion's agents. The road tapered off into the wilderness, and Mooni took her first step off the familiar stone path and onto the suctioning mud of the tainted glade. Gripping the reassuring leather of the gleaming truesilver blade steady with both hands, Mooni advanced into the wreckage of stones and columns. Her heart raced and betrayed her perceived calmness as the eerie utter silence resonated from the ancient stone blocks. Mooni crept slowly against the ruin of a long stone wall, her intuition telling her that something was working against her on the other side. Crouching against the stonework, she pressed her head against the blocks, but heard nothing.
With a fierce and sudden intensity, a satyr's blackened halberd pivoted from behind the wall and hurled straight towards her, a quick and deft twitch reflex parried the skull-adorned polearm mere inches away from her eyes. With a surge of adrenaline, Mooni heaved the tip of the halberd downward with her blade and positioned herself facing down the other side of the stone wall, face to face with a gruesome horned satyr. Raising her two-handed blade high and to her left, she cleaved down and across, nearly slicing the menacing creature into halves, but its quick reflexes abandoned the entrenched halberd and rolled backwards to evade the sword. The satyr quickly bounced to its feet and withdrew from a hidden compartment a sinisterly curved dagger dripping with some dark green liquid. Realizing the difference in weapon reach, the satyr lunged with the poisonous dagger at Mooni with a savage hiss while she still recovering her balance from such a heavy stroke. The maneuver caught Mooni off-balance, her long two-handed sword falling from her hands as the two opponents tumbled on the ground in a desperate grapple. The satyr wrestled his way on top of his now disarmed enemy, trying to force the dagger to Mooni's throat against her grip. It licked its lips in victory, relishing in the aftermath of subduing such a beautiful creature that had wandered into its forsaken sanctuary. With a burst of strength, it briefly overpowered Mooni, glancing the poisoned dagger into a shallow slice near her collar bone. Mooni could feel the crippling poison taking its effect immediately, her arms weakening as her adrenaline began to drain against the stronger satyr on top of her. Frantic thoughts raced through her mind as Mooni prepared to fight to the last ounce of strength when the demon suddenly went limp against her. The satyr slowly rose to its knees and turned its back against her, walking to a shadowy corner out of her peripheral vision.
"Ugghhh…". Still dazed from her nearly fatal encounter, Mooni placed a mailed hand on the soft dirt and attempted to lift herself off the ground, but found her strength still dwindling from the poisoned cut. A calloused hand wrapped in embalming silk extended into her field of vision, offering her a hand up. Eagerly grasping the hand, Mooni pulled herself to her feet and received her first impression of her savior.
He was shrouded in a dark robe black as the midnight, emblazoned with bluish-silver arcane symbols ornately runed on the edges. The robe covered the figure completely, but what wits remained could distinguish hidden objects and components underneath, bare against a hardened muscular frame. Mooni could discern the broad bulky shoulders tapering off towards the midsection, forming a "V" shape. Raising her eyes from his chest to his face, she immediately noticed the rugged features of a male face tempered by the cruelties of everyday survival in this forsaken land. His brown eyes, seemingly ordinary, shone with intense vigor and perhaps even a hint of madness. His sleek black hair, uncut for months, hung to the back of his neck, accentuated by the well-proportioned cheek bones and sharp jawline. Most disturbing, however, was a strange carved idol he wore around his neck, emitting an unholy aura of chaos and destruction, but most tantalizingly, power. Mooni's immediate reaction was that this was a handsome young human she wouldn't have minded crawling into bed with under normal circumstances, but a battle in the cursed Felwood was hardly normal. Her second reaction was a sudden realization that this was a Warlock, a dark sorcerer wielding the power of the shadows, forces that had shattered her civilization in ages past and was anathema to all her kind.
Mooni peered into the Warlock's eyes and found a penetrating gaze returned, a deep and spine-chilling leer that laid the entirety of her soul bare. Mooni flinched and broke the eye contact momentarily; his will power was clearly stronger, but her pride as a Sentinel would not let her surrender to him so easily.
"You set that satyr upon me, didn't you? What is the meaning of this? Do you know how volatile and unstable that magic is?" Mooni demanded angrily.
The Warlock's face turned to anger quickly, contorting his smooth facial features to wrath. Twisting the night elf's arm sharply and watching her gasp in sudden pain, he reprimanded,
"Watch who you're talking to, wretched little elf. Your haughty little attitude holds no sway here. I saved you from that satyr who held your life in your hands, and now I hold it in mine."
With a gesture, the Warlock motioned for the satyr to step forward. The demon emerged from the shadows, its eyes mesmerized and a ring of faintly visible runes revolved around its chest, obviously held under some powerful enchantment.
"I enslaved this creature to spare you, but I must admit that was only my secondary objective. Hand it forth."
The satyr produced a vial of a opalescent blue liquid, and presented it to the Warlock. Mooni's eyes went wide, it was water from one of the oldest moonwells of Kalimdor that had been stolen en route to the Cenarion Circle. That vial contained Felwood's only hope of ever restoring even a glimpse of its former glory. The Warlock noticed how Mooni's eyes went wide with disbelief and her long slender ears straightened, a clear indicator of astonishment.
"So, you're after the moonwell water too, eh? A lackey of the Cenarion Circle, no doubt. Well, I'm afraid I won't use it for such noble purposes, I quite enjoy this convenient little bounty of demons. I have my own… uses."
Still with his grip on the elf's arm, he gestured to the satyr.
"As for you, your service to me has come to an end. I am not the least bit pleased that you have injured my new pet here. Make yourself scarce and perhaps you will not incur my wrath, I will allow you that in exchange for this vial. I am a man of my word. Be gone."
The satyr promptly returned to consciousness as the revolving arcane symbols faded into nothingness. It took off at a full bolt in the opposite direction, never looking back. There was an order of hierarchy of power for the denizens of Felwood.
The Warlock turned back to the elf, she had fallen to her knees and silently winced in anguish as he still held her arm. He released his iron grip and took hold of her chin, directing it to look him directly in his piercing brown eyes.
"Let's set the tone right now. I am the master, and you are the servant. You are dirt beneath my feet; your pitiful existence does not even warrant any enslavement enchantment. You are a toy for me to amuse myself on the lonely nights. You will call me Master Vaithen. Now, what do you call yourself?"
Mooni's eyes quivered in fear as the human lorded over her. Never before had she been talked down to in such a way, so utterly vanquished and dominated.
"Mooni," she whimpered softly.
"Mooni, huh? That's a beautiful name for such a common whore." He replied. Taking a minute to fully inspect his catch, the Warlock ran his hand down the velvet skin streaked in sweat and dust. As he reached the bottom, he felt no metal plate on her backside. Vaithen lowered his mouth to her ear and spoke in a deep, frothy whisper.
"Tell me, my dear little Mooni, why are you dressed like such a skank? Have you come to Felwood to do battle demons or to go looking for a mate? So far, I am assuming the latter."
Vaithen roughly pushed the elf against the stone wall, watching as she collapsed and leaned against the stone blocks. Her muscles and will to resist was waning, the crippling poison slowly leeching her strength. Mooni knew she did not have the will nor power to defeat such a powerful man, regardless; his confidence and dominance beamed and forced her into subservience.
"How dare you say such things! I am a warrior, I fight with pride and hono—"
Vaithen's palm left a flaming emblem on Mooni's cheek, blood rising to the inflamed print.
"That was not the question I asked" he replied coolly. "True warriors do not go to battle dressed as call-girls, but I suppose it's hard to deny your race's heritage, isn't it? I'll be more than happy to oblige you."
Straightening his robes and picking them up slightly, he squatted down to meet her at eye level.
"You know better than to resist me, don't you? You realize the difference in power, don't you? You know what an enraged warlock can do with souls, don't you? Nod."
The frightened and bewildered night elf nodded. She felt her will and reasoning sapping from her. The cold, penetrating eyes moved closer to her, towards her face. With a sudden intensity, Vaithen caught her lips in his mouth, and plunged his tongue within, tasting the soft silkiness of her supple lips.
"Mmmmmfff!" Mooni mumbled in between breaths, her eyes wide with shock.
With her mouth enraptured, his hand slid down her shoulders and felt a leather buckle. Quickly undoing it with his hand, Vaithen unloosened the metal chest plate and removed the mass of metal and chain covering her torso. Vaithen was impressed with the greeting he received, the night elf's breasts had ballooned out of their captivity into impressive spheres of wobbling flesh. The orbs were a perfect match for his hands, filling it exquisitely. He lowered his mouth down to the dark purple nub that contrasted with the soft pink complexion of her skin.
"No… please don't do this to me…" Mooni whimpered.
"I will do as I please. Don't lie to yourself, you want this as much as I do."
Gently suckling on her tender nipples, he licked and slurped the areola in circles, sending Mooni's back arching towards the sky as she continued to suppress her cries. Vaithen pressed her flat against the stone wall, as he finally withdrew his tongue, leaving a string of saliva parting from tip to tip. He admired his handiwork; Mooni was flat against the wall, biting her lower lip and grimacing in a futile effort to resist surrendering herself completely to him. Her exposed chest was endowed with a gorgeous pair of pliant orbs, titflesh that melted in his mouth and nubs that hardened like a rock in his maw. Beneath her voluptuous bosom was a chiseled set of flat abs, with just enough baby fat to make it a slightly fluffy pillow to rest in. The belly button proportioned her midriff perfectly, and pointed downwards as an omen of things to come. Her bent legs were closed together tightly, as a last-minute resistance.
"You will surrender yourself to me one way or another. It can be either mutually pleasurable for you, or as a slow torture."
Vaithen placed his hands on the top of her knees and pried outward, finding a wobbly resistance in her legs, but resistance nonetheless. Forcing both legs onto the ground to the side, he positioned himself between them and against her spread-eagled body. He ripped off her leather belt with a rough jerk, sending it flying to the side. The length of silk running down from the center of her belt down to the center of her knees lay supine against the dirt floor.
"And what is this? A tramp showing a little modesty to cover up her private parts, huh?" Vaithen added with a smirk.
Brushing the cloth to the side, he was greeted by the sight of a magnificent bare pussy, dripping wet with her own juices.
"Just as I thought, you want this bad, don't you?"
A pitiful whimper passed through her lips as his rough hands spread the legs further apart and pried open her dainty petals, exposing the bubblegun pink of her anatomy.
"Please, please! Don't do this to me… I'll do anything but this…" Mooni begged.
Ignoring the pleading elf, Vaithen reached into his robes and pulled on some hidden length of string or rope, his lower robe sinking to the ground in a satiny heap, revealing his throbbing member. He stroked it slightly, perking it up and preparing it for voyage.
"It looks quite happy to see you."
Positioning his cock at her quim, Vaithen looked in her eyes and saw her quivering eyes beginning to tear, a puppy look. Moving his hips backwards first to gain momentum, he slammed the full length of his meat into the night elf. His sudden reaction was a burst of pleasure and senses dancing on his cockhead as it burst through her hymen and pussy, the utter tightness enveloping it completely, sending waves of euphoria through him. He watched as Mooni's globes bounced from the impact, oscillating upwards and downwards as the force overtook her. She arched her back and screamed in anguish and pleasure at the top of her voice, surely attracting every demon in Felwood. The sudden thrust felt like it tore apart her pussy, her inner walls clasped tight around the rod, clasping it tightly, as if it were squeezing on it. Mooni's nostrils flared as she took deep, sharp intakes of air, still trying to fully realize what had happened.
Vaithen began to slowly pull outwards after having relished for several seconds in fully sheathing himself in the pretty little virgin night elf. Pulling back an inch or two, he thrusted forward again, noticing her naked hips on the ground involuntarily bucking and gyrating against his, as if inviting and pulling him in further. Her chest heaved as it took in lungfuls of air, her bosom rising up and down. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she broke into sobs as he took her. He pulled himself out completely, trails of her juices mixed with blood leaking out of her pussy and onto the ground. Giving the inexperienced elf to take a breath, he placed his cockhead near her entrance again, slowly popping the blunt mass inside as it was enveloped by her delicate pink folds. He slowly slid it deeper and deeper in her cunt, watching Mooni's face, her emerald eyes still quivering with fear and trepidation and cascading tears. Vaithen then thrusted forcefully into her, extracting the pleasure from her tight walls.
"Hynnngghh!!" Mooni groaned as she threw her head back and gritted her teeth, her eyes pinching together in concentration.
Vaithen couldn't help but enjoy the elf's screams, urging his primal instinct onwards faster and harder. When he finally withdrew from her, he quickly extinguished that false hope, sliding it within that tight sex again and again. He began to push himself deep within her, pushing against her legs, hands on either side of her. He leaned in close to her face, watching her facial features contort as she juggled sobbing with uncontrollable moaning and screaming. Mooni finally collapsed on herself and slid to the side in a fetal position, a deluge of tears distorting the beautiful symmetry and markings on her face. Her abdomen was spasming, juices still leaking from her quim.
"I shouldn't break my new toy so early, huh? I'll let you have it easy, since it's your first day after all. There will be many more to come."
Placing his hand on the back of Mooni's hair, he pulled her upwards and with the other hand, guided his pulsating cock into her delectable full lips. Placing his hands on the back of her head, he pushed it back and forth as her glazed eyes seemed to stare off into space. As the feeling built up inside him, he released it down her throat, sending rope after rope of hot semen cascading down her throat. He pulled his member from her mouth, watching the trail form a strand as he pulled away. He allowed her to fall back onto the ground, choking in between sobs, her arms trying to cover her breasts preserving what dignity she had left. Her knees were bent towards her, as if trying to form a barrier to any further penetration to her violated cunt.
Vaithen dressed himself in the robes, but he couldn't help but feel a tinge of pity for the spent night elf lying on the ground in a heap in front of him. He lowered himself to Mooni and took off the upper cloth that made up his robe, a long length of black satin. He could feel the cold night against his musculature, but it was the least he could do. He pulled Mooni towards him and wrapped her and himself in the satin. He placed her head on his abs, not wanting to scar her further by putting it on his lap. He ran his fingers through her silky purple hair, feeling its smooth texture. He could feel her slender naked physique against his hard frame, and held her closer so that the cloth would cover them both.
"You'll be safe for tonight at least… I would not release you back into these wilds when you are so vulnerable. Sleep, you've had a long day. There is still tomorrow."