Somewhere in Elwynn

Her auburn eyes never once broke their gaze on his. Even while she moved her mouth over his burning hot shaft. He relished in the feeling her lips left on his skin, while she took him into her cavitiy over and over again. Now and then she would release him, to play with her tongue around his pelvis, heightening his sensitivity in the overall area. Each time she retreated he could see cords of saliva dangle from her lips, accompanied by slight plashing noices when ever she leaned forward again to swallow him whole. One of his hands moved up to her hair, through her ashern black curly hair., as he approached the crescendo she was trying to bring about. When breathing became more rapid and irregular, he leened against the wall adjacent to the bed they lay in. His eyes slightly lost focus when he felt an enormous throb crawl through his stomach and pelvis, all the more surprised was the girl, eagerly attending to him, when he suddenly tightened his grib on her head and pulled her in. Unable to free herself from his grasp, she squirmed about for a moment, before he shot his release into her throat with an animalistic groan.

He released her and let himself fall flat on his back, while she pulled her way coughing heavily with tears in her slitted eyes.

Once he was ready to go again, they changed positions. She moved towards the bed and bend over. Her upper body was supported by her arms, while she poised her rear to him. He could not help but smirk devilishly, and took is time to get to her while carefully observing her form. She certainly had beautiful legs, he thought to himself, long but curvy. As his eyes traced along the body of the young girl a sign of black ink, scribbled on her lower back caught his attention. The dimly lid room did its due and it took him a moment to identify what it exactly was. His smirk grew even wider when realization dawned on his face. The Mark of the twilight hammer cult. A primitve Hammer, placed on an spiked disc. The disc highlighted the Hammer like a divine tool, a force necessary to bring about a prophecy. 'So there was hers' He thought to himself, while taking a look on his own mark on his right shoulder.

„You little slut" he grumbled with sinister lust, before he grabed her at the hip and entered her violently. Excitement, surged through his body, while he ravaged her raw and rampant. By now her voice was a staccato of short groans and muffled screams. Her tightening gave him only more incentive to be brutal with her. Streams of sweat and other fluids, the product of their primal union, let their body glisen in their passionate act. They were not so much partners or equals, than they were calculating colleges, each using the other for what they desired right now.

„I guess I was really lucky to be stationed here with a whore such as yourself" He exclaimed painting heavily, once again feeling the delightfull throb building up.

„Don't you agree Lavina?"

She didn't answer him, instead merely turned her head slightly to regard him with one eye. She was tired, her eyelid hung deep, the only thing showing she was alive was her rapid breathing.

'So lost in it she can't even make a sound' He thought selfsatisified, oblivious to the faint glimmer of hate in her sleepy gaze. He felt the end of their little diversion drawing on a close on his end, so pushed her to the wall and released inside her. Her fingernails scraped along the rigid stone, as if to stop herself falling from a tremendous height. Limp, and without any strength left they let themselves slide down onto the bed.

„My condition was that you wouldn't come inside" She finally spoke, after they had rested for a while in silence.

„I couldn't help myself. Also it won't really matter, aslong as the cult manages to liberate the Ancient ones" He said trying to appease her.

„I'm not very found of the idea of carrying your bastard, when that happens." She clarified while she was picking up her sprawled out clothes from the floor.

„Who knows, maybe we're even killed before that happens" He retorted without smuggness.

„As if, this is a safe house, not a vital structure like the Bastion was" She said while putting on her black kneesocks.

„Still it's unbelievable, what is that guy. How come he has Qiraj and silithid at his disposal?"

„Deathwing will find a way to destroy him either way, underlings such as ourselves shouldn't bother with him. Focus on why we're here Darrick."

„Right."