A Strange Union

Chapter 9: The Prisoner by the lake

The whole concept of spaceships and other planets seemed very unreal and foreign to Moodozer, and her speaking the languages baffled him even more. How could this young girl, who just arrived in Azeroth, talk in fluent Taurahe, a language spoken by under a fifteenth of the population in the world? Stuttering, he produced the answer that there was a lake not fifty minutes of walking westward and that he'd take her there. She tilted her head a little and smiled at him, a really sunny smile saying "Yay! Thank you kind mister!".

Amatsuchi was too tired to walk, so after going back to get Moodozer's things, he picked her up and carried her. His Kodo was in Thunder Bluff, and he didn't want to go all the way there just to get the mount. Besides, it didn't feel wrong having the woman close to him. She was singing songs while sitting on his shoulders. She had a beautiful voice, and sometimes it sounded like the nature was singing with her.

He couldn't help but wonder what kind of woman she was, learning languages that fast and singing like that...

Suddenly, she started singing a very old tauren song, which only taurens knew because they hardly sang it other than during festivals where only tauren was allowed. It was an old folk song, a very sad one, with tunes as deep as the ocean. How could she know that song?

After a while, where he had been thinking of how to ask her how she knew that song, they reached the lake. Had it not been for that Amatsuchi had stopped him, he would have walked straight into the water - that's how far into his own mind he was.

She hopped down from his shoulders and gave him a quick hug before stripping off her tabard and jump into the lake, not caring that he was looking at her.

The sun was starting to go down, leaving the lake in a pink shimmer. Amatsuchi swam to the middle of it, floating in the water, closing her eyes. Moodozer unequipped his armour carefully, and was on his way into the water when he noticed something strange about the draenei.

She was floating inches above the lake, small columns of water rising around her, a glowing rune in front of her forehead. Stunned by the amazing display, Moodozer stopped on the strand, his mouth hanging open in awe, trying to make sense of it all.

The rune was pulsating a bright blue colour, like a heartbeat, and her eyes glowed more strongly. She opened her mouth and spoke words of a foreign, or perhaps just long forgotten, language.

The water on her skin shone in the light, making her skin seem glossy. The golden anklets on her feet turned silver, and they also glowed. The jewellery on her tail and in her ears sparkled in the light from the setting sun.

A chilly wind blew past him, giving Moodozer goose-bumps. He was not the only one that noticed the wind; he could see that her nipples were erect from the chilliness, but she did not seem to go out of the trance.

Again she spoke in the same language, only this time her voice sounded layered, as if there were other people saying it at the same time. Her hands was above her head, and she was swinging her hips slowly from side to side, the movement almost mesmerizing him. He was unable to look away.

She had him under his spell, without knowing it.

Water danced in the air around her, and the wind played with her soft, curly ebon hair.

It was like a happy sigh, or breath from the water surrounded her for a moment, everything was blurry.

And when Moodozer was able to see again, Amatsuchi was still dancing, this time the water underneath her was frozen, and crystals of ice swirled around her, which she controlled the direction of with something that looked like satin ribbons made from water. The water on her skin had also frozen, causing her body to shine and sparkle as if covered by diamond dust.

As she moved, he could see her breasts bounce, he could see her firm butt move, and he could spot no superfluous fat on her body; not on her hips, butt or tummy. On the other hand, what he did notice was that her navel was pierced, and that the piercing moved along with her body's magnificent movements.

If she did not soon stop this enchanting teasing, he would not know what to do.

As if she had heard his thoughts, she made a quick movement with her arms, moving them from a straight up position to a straight down one. The wind, ice and water swirling about her stopped moving for an instant and then blew outwards, the freezing cold wind and particles battering Moodozer to the extent that he had to shield his face with his arm, and even turn the other way. The burst did not last very long, but it was freezing.

Turning back, he saw Amatsuchi laying on the flake of ice created in her trance, shaking with the cold. Wading out to her, he picked her up and held her to his furry chest, trying to get some heat into her again.

She was in a state of which she was totally knocked out. Only her breathing showed that live was still present in her body. And her breathing was heavy, and sweat trickled down her forehead.

He remembered that she had wanted to come to the lake to bathe, but if he had to wait for her to wake up again, it would take them forever to get to the Azuremyst Isles. Therefore, he carried her and sat down in the water, having her facing him on his lap. He rubbed her back with a bar of soap, enjoying the chilly water.

The sun had already set, and night had fallen, but it was still quite bright outside, he was still able to see, because of the moonlight.

After finishing cloaking her every inch of skin with soap, he gently washed it off her, by taking one handful of water and pour it over the wished area. He even let his wet fingers rub off the soap rests from her inner thighs and from her breasts. He licked her neck, just to check if there was still any soap left he told himself.

Then, some sparkling light caught his eye. He looked down, towards her belly; looking at the piercing, further down.

He spotted what had sparkled like that. It was three or five drops of water that had frozen to her skin just a little above her clitoris. The conclusion that popped into his mind was that he couldn't let them be there, so he tried brushing the ice away with his fingers, but to no avail.

Then, he decided on licking it away, to make the ice melt. Therefore he placed her on the shore, her back leaning onto a rock, her body still sitting in the water.

And so, he bent down, trying to get a look of her most secret spot. It was too dark to notice any details, even as bright as her skin was; but he was able to see that it looked like the trance had somehow healed her. His lips curled into a smile. It relieved him to see that she was healed. Gently, he ran a finger over her entrance, longingly. Then he proceeded to stick his tongue out, licking the entrance, trailing his way over her clit, towards the frozen water.

The air was so cold that his hot tongue was steaming, and his breath took shape of small white clouds. The warm, red tauren tongue ran across the ice bits, the coldness from them sent chills down the tauren's spine, and he shuddered slightly.

Nonetheless he kept licking, until he realized it was useless. They didn't melt. Somehow it was as if they were supposed to be there or something, but that made no sense… did it?

Just for the sake of safety, he resumed the licking. By the meeting of soft, warm flesh he realized that it wasn't the ice he was licking, it was her cave. This was the second time he greedily invited himself to treat her in this kind of manner, and he found it confusing. Therefore, he would spend the rest of the journey to her home in silence, to avoid any more of these situations.