DISCLAIMER: The World of Warcraft, Azeroth, Outland, trolls, elves, Forsaken, etc. do not belong to me, and I make no profit from writing this story. Original characters, however, are my creations, but I couldn't give less of a damn about them being stolen.
Author's Note: This chapter contains very mature content, and is completely skippable if you don't want to read it (but I'm pretty sure most people come here completely for these chapters…).
LAST TIME:
Upon contact, power unlike anything she had ever felt burned just under his skin, but just out of her grasp. His aura responded to her presence; it was overwhelming now, and Cortona felt her own feeble spirit being crushed.
So she reacted.
The One Where Things Get Heated
Cortona's gentle touch to Satya's fingertips turned to a clutch of his wrist, and Cortona immediately felt mana flow into her. The experience was unlike anything she had ever felt – well, no she had felt this, but she couldn't quite place it at the moment. Heat surged through her, her head tilted back in ecstasy, and her eyes flew open and glowed pure white - which was all Cortona could see.
What had Satya been talking about? She didn't feel burned; instead, a warm, pleasant sensation was gathering in and through her, making her moan, and crave more of whatever he was giving her. But it was building without release. Feeling pent up, Cortona clutched harder as she fell into Satya's lap, wanting relief from this tension. Throbs of pleasure emanated from where she gripped, but it still wasn't enough…
A strong hand grasped Cortona's arm, wrenching her off.
Suddenly, Cortona could see again, and while she no longer felt the flow of power into her, she could feel the warmth of what she gained still pooling within her; she found herself whimpering at Satya, nonverbally pleading for him to give her release. Some part of Cortona's mind hazily understood what Satya was warning her about when he talked about fire's reckless passion - she was practically prostrating herself before him, desperate. Whatever her body wanted, she knew he had it.
"Vase'ri vu Cortona, a ketai st'uen obeijo ketein rej'i'kia." Satya quickly whispered something in Zandalari, his voice strained.
Satya now held both of Cortona's wrists in front of her as she knelt before him, keeping her at arm's length, since she kept trying to claw her way to him. Upon seeing his face, even Cortona's lusty mind was momentarily taken aback. Satya's eyes, which had been glowing white during the mana transfer, had now lost their luminescence, and the edges were rimmed in a blood red that was slowly seeping to the middle. Something about seeing that reaction only made her more desperate, and she kept straining to get to him.
"You need to calm yourself, elf, or I'm going to do someting we'll bot' regret." His voice was uncharacteristically harsh as he tried to push Cortona away with what seemed like only half of his usual strength.
"Please… I'll do anything you want, whatever you want, please, just… Please…" Cortona whimpered as she squeezed her thighs together and angled her hips toward Satya, trying to release some of the tension built up in her.
"Please what, Cortona? You wish I would totally lose control and take you here and now, like any ot'er troll would?" Satya paused, as though he was considering the answer himself, lightly stroking the inside of her wrists with his thumb. "No. I like to tink dat I have more control den dat, and I won't let you debase yourself so much dat you would lie wit' a troll."
Cortona took this opportunity to put her tiny, stick-like arms to use, and slid out of Satya's weakening grip. With strength she didn't realize she had, Cortona tackled a startled Satya to the ground, straddling above his hips and clutching at his chest. Not quite tall enough to reach his face, Cortona pulled away Satya's tunic at the neck, kissing all along his collarbone, his neck, and even his tusks at one point. Inwardly, she wondered what the hell she was doing; she never had more than a couple awkward make out sessions in her life, but her body seemed to know what to do without any help from her clouded mind.
"Please… Satya… Fessoro Dal'Jin…" Cortona panted, having no idea why she just called him "teacher," let alone in Thalassian. "I want this, please… Just… Help me…" She grinded her hips against his, satisfied to feel that he was just as heated as she was, his arousal evident even through many heavy layers of chain mail and leather.
"Help you? Well…" In a swift motion, Satya sat up and turned Cortona around so that she sat on the ground, pinned between his legs, facing away from him. They faced the burning orange evening sky, but Cortona was utterly unable to appreciate any kind of beauty around her with her own fire burning within. She squirmed, trying to rile her huge captor, but her actions were stilled when long fingers snaked around her waist to hold her.
Satya set his chin on Cortona's head, his tusks framing her face, keeping her from turning to face him. He let out a long, drawn-out sigh, sounding frustrated. "I suppose… Dis is my own fault." He slapped away Cortona's wandering hand, which was inching its way up his thigh. "I will tell you how to take care of dis, but you will need to… Finish it yourself." Satya's voice was strained as he continued having to hold Cortona's waist in place.
Cortona already knew what needed to happen. "But… I've never – I mean, I can't convert this mana, and without arcane magic I can't set up the spell-"
"You use spells?" Cortona could feel Satya's groan reverberate through his heated body. "What are they teaching in Silvermoon these days?"
Cortona was startled and delighted as a large hand started haphazardly loosening the bindings on her robe, practically ripping at her collar. Now completely disheveled, Cortona shuddered in anticipation, the heat between her thighs growing to an unbearable degree.
Bowing his head, Satya inhaled deeply as he kissed Cortona's collarbone and shoulder, tracing from her chin down her neck with a single finger. While Cortona couldn't see it, Satya's eyes had now become completely red, and his breathing was labored. His other hand crept up from her waist, and came to join the other as his long fingers slowly teased at her nipples.
"Now tell me about dese spells you use." Satya growled into Cortona's neck, softly biting her there, much to her delight.
"W-well, it's an illusion I made up, really…" Cortona was startled at the sudden change in his attitude, and squeaked as Satya pinched her breast.
"What do you see?"
"I'm back in school, before the Sundering. My alchemy master sends me out to collect herbs down by the river at the border of the Ghostlands. I'm kneeling by the river, and a bandit attacks me and takes me under the bridge… Sometimes, it's a high elf outlaw, sometimes a night elf rogue, sometimes…" Cortona closed her now-fluorescent green eyes and writhed, not wanting to admit it.
"Sometimes…?" Satya bit and pinched a little harder, his tusk brushing against her neck in a terribly familiar fashion.
"S-s-sometimes… It's an Amani troll." Cortona confessed quietly.
Satya chuckled darkly, his right hand abandoning a breast, slowly creeping its way down her side to stroke at her hips. He slowly started pulling up and parting the fabric of her robe, leaving it to pool up at her waist.
"Good girl… Dat wasn't so hard, now was it?" Satya kissed her neck where he bit her, which was still stinging a bit. "Dis troll, what does he do?"
"Usually, h-h-he just rips my clothes off, teases me, then bends me over a rock and takes me. But sometimes…" Cortona wriggled, trying to tempt Satya's finger further down. "Sometimes he ties me, teases me, then makes me beg for it, and forces me to orgasm." Cortona blushed as she felt herself grow warmer and moister as she realized the similarities between her fantasies and her present reality.
"This illusion… All in your mind?"
"Yes." Cortona was practically panting like a dog now; such was the heat within her.
"So you've never actually…?"
"No." Cortona's face flushed even further. No, she had never had to handle these kinds of urges… Manually, not when she was able to conjure such convincing illusions.
"Den it will be my pleasure to show you how you take care of dis."
Satya's huge hand slowly skimmed across Cortona's hips – rather broad for an elf – and tugged her underwear a few inches down her legs. Sweeping back up her thighs, his hand stroked and clutched at the flesh he found there. Cortona's skin was hypersensitive, yet every touch only inflamed her further, rather than bringing her to any sort of release.
A single, large finger finally tested the very juncture of Cortona's thighs, teasing them open. The finger traced all around Cortona's sopping wet center, never quite touching where she wanted it to. Spreading her legs further and bucking her hips, Cortona grew even more frustrated.
"Please… Just… Touch me…"
"Touch you where?" Satya had an amused edge to his voice, continuing to tease a nipple with his left hand, leaving his right hand to touch everywhere but where Cortona wanted it.
Growling in aggravation, Cortona again tried to move herself, but Satya held her firmly in place, exactly in a position where she couldn't self-gratify.
"Anywhere!" Cortona groaned.
Satya chortled sinisterly behind her, and bit at her shoulder again. "Elf, I don' tink you want to say dat to a troll wit' fingers dis big. Tell me where, now."
"Please, just… I need you inside me… Show me…" Cortona finally relented, ears drooping in embarrassment.
"Goooood girrrrl…" Satya growled, his finger finally parting her folds, and delving just inside.
Cortona was nearly blinded with sensation yet again, but this time from a much more carnal source. Satya's huge finger was surprisingly gentle and agile as it just barely dipped inside her, getting absolutely drenched. Moving back outside, Satya tested Cortona's reactions until he found a spot that made her gasp. He gently rubbed and stroked it with a feather-light touch, making Cortona buck her hips as she tried to get him to press harder, rub faster, push inside of her, anything but this torturous teasing that just made her more and more tense. She even braced her feet against the ground, trying to push herself against him.
"No, no, no…" Satya pulled his finger away from her pussy, a trail of fluid following his finger. "If I'm showin' you how to do dis, we're doin' it my way. Jus' sit back…" He licked his finger, then growled, "And submit."
On that word, Satya sank his teeth into the juncture of Cortona's neck and shoulder, and his finger into her folds. She gasped at the overwhelming sensations; the satisfaction that was just out of reach, the pleasurable pain of Satya's teeth still puncturing her flesh, and the tension as her opening was stretched by the tip of Satya's finger – just enough to not make her bleed from the pressure. She found herself relaxing – but still stretched tight – as Satya's thumb gave her clit a few quick strokes. To her relief, Satya pulled out, and resumed his torturous stroking of her clit.
Withdrawing his teeth, Satya licked at the small trail of blood that issued from the wound. "Now then, Cortona," he made his emphasis with a single hard stroke that immediately made Cortona crave more.
"I don' know what gets you dere, so if you like someting…" Satya bit at her neck and gave her clit an even more ferocious stroke.
"Scream for me."
And so she screamed.
Everything went dark.
My first (published) citrus, and a taste of things to come… Reviews please!
