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The following story contains references to various content from the game World of Warcraft, owned by Blizzard Entertainment. I claim credit for the story, but not anything in the story that originally belonged to Blizzard Entertainment.

Rated M for language and mature scenes.

Now with that hopefully out of the way…

Lareilin Leafweaver lowered her head to rest on her arms, her loud moan echoing throughout the bedroom. The distinct claps of flesh as his hips railed against hers were clearly audible, but as the bed rocked back and forth and bumped against her nightstand, she could more easily notice the tinks of gold coins falling to the floor, and it strangely gave her more pleasure to think about that than to focus on the human behind her, brazenly spanking her in his lustful zeal. She winced, grateful that facing away from the man in the current position affording her the luxury of not faking her facial expressions. She gasped in fake delight, raising her head to look behind her and quickly masking her disgust.

"Oh, baby, do that again! Oh, you feel so good!"

He cackled. "You like that, you cheap whore?"

Cheap? She thought. You paid two hundred gold for this night. You should see what fifty gets you, and then call me that again. "Oh, yes! Oh, so much! Oh, fuck me harder!"

The human laughed, and obliged. He can't possibly last that much longer than this, she hoped.

He couldn't, of course. Within half an hour she was laying on her back on top of her bed, sheets now soiled yet again by their fornication. She rested her hand against her forehead, feeling his seed dripping out from between her legs. The man, whatever his name was - she hadn't asked and he hadn't told her - stood up from the bed, chuckling. He flipped her a single gold coin. "A tip. You probably need it, ha ha!"

She wanted to punch him. She smiled. "I hope I get to meet you again sometime soon, sir."

"I hope so too. You were… decent."

Should have forked over a couple hundred more if you wanted more than that. She bit her tongue. The man turned and walked out of her bedroom, still laughing. A few moments later, she heard the slam of her front door echoing through her house. She winced as she slowly drifted off to sleep, not even bothering to get under the covers.

The next morning, nobody could have guessed by looking at her what the previous night had entailed. She begrudgingly woke up, rolled out of bed and slowly began her day.

Shower, make-up, hair, breakfast. Clean the bedsheets, make the bed, get dressed. Reapply the enchantment to her face.

By noon, she was out the door, dressed as usual in her regular and most alluring outfit, flagrantly advertising her assets and displaying her curves with no shame to be found. By her side she sported her usual purse, small and black and hanging from her shoulder. It didn't actually have much gold in it - she didn't need very much. Her feet instinctually started carrying her to her usual spot in the Cathedral District.

It was a rather dreary day, with lots of cloud coverage. The air was heavy with moisture, and thick with the scent of rain. Lare scowled. She didn't expect to find many customers on a day like this - it was a day for staying inside as much as possible - but she still had to try.

After a few minutes of walking, she arrived at her regular bench, and she smoothly sat down, as she always did, crossing her legs in the alluring way she always did and taking out a book from her purse, as she always did, and flipped to a page to begin reading as she always did while waiting for someone to notice her and approach, as they always did.

She found herself looking at the pages, moving her eyes over the printed letters, but she wasn't reading a word. All she could think of was when her life had become so monotonous, so routine. When was the last time she did something fun? Something exciting, different at all? She knew what it was - she'd taken a vacation to Ironforge through the Deeprun Tram (although even that had ended up turning into work anyway) - but she couldn't think of when that was. She frowned and stopped even pretending to pay any attention to the book, lowering it to her lap.

When was it?

She tried to think harder. How long ago did it feel like? A week? A month, or two, or three? A year? No, not a year. A year ago she'd still been living in Teldrassil.

Teldrassil…

Drip.

She kept wracking her mind, trying desperately to figure out when it was. She couldn't figure out why it bothered her so much, but she had to know. She needed to know. Was it a month? Longer, shorter? The weirdest part was that it didn't feel like either. It was simply… then. Whenever that was. Different from now, but she couldn't tell how it was different, just that it was.

Was she going insane?

Something wet kept falling all over her, but she didn't notice.

She shook her head suddenly, trying desperately to clear her nonsensical thoughts. She wasn't going insane, she knew that. pages of her book suddenly starting swinging closed.

She could remember everything from that vacation.

The male dwarves; those short, stocky, and jovial fellows in their underground mountain city. Everyone she'd met had spoken Common, but all of them had accents of widely varying severity. There was only one that she had been genuinely unable to understand, and only a couple that she'd had to ask to repeat themselves. She'd found them far more pleasant to be around than the humans in Stormwind, so much so that she'd even flirted with a handful of them and ended up roping herself into working again during her vacation, which she'd sworn not to do, but she didn't regret it. Not a single one of them had been awkward afterwards in even the slightest, which she had appreciated - it was enjoyable to be able to laugh and joke around after she provided her services.

The female dwarves; equally short, equally stock, and even more relentlessly joyful to be around. Every stereotype Lare had ever heard about girls in her life was turned on its head, picked up, and thrown out the closest window by those dwarven women. They laughed and drank as much as their male counterparts, in some cases even more, and whenever anyone, man or woman, drank themselves under the table they all collectively cheered so loudly Lare would have been worried about the stability of the building if it had been made by humans rather than those dwarves. Not a one of those women blamed or judged her for being a prostitute for even a second when she'd told them, which was something she'd received in droves from both the humans and her Kal'dorei kin alike - one of them had even gone so far as to nudge her with an elbow and say to her that paid pussy was the only kind her son was ever like to get, then laughed uproariously and drained her tankard bone-dry.

The city; towering, endless walls, carving out of the very mountain and reaching up, up forever, until even her night elven eyes couldn't pierce the infinite darkness of the city's ceiling. She'd spent an entire day wandering the edge, staring upwards almost the entire way as she tried to find any flaw, even a single one, even a tiny one, in the stone, but there was none to be found. She'd spent an entire week finding every library in Ironforge, reading for hours about how the dwarves had "built" their city, about every adventure and mishap along the way she could find. She'd even tracked down a renowned stonemason, and sat in his homes for hours listening to his stories, apologizing profusely for wasting his time but getting only laughter - he'd said he'd never met a night elf who was so intensely curious as she was. That made her smile.

Her book flew off of her lap and fell to the cobbled street.

Finally, she noticed, and snapped out of her reverie with a start.

It was pouring rain, and the wind was howling around her. The streets were empty, since everyone else had ran for cover. Now that Lare noticed, she found that she was soaked.

She squealed in terror and dove for her book, grabbing it before it flew away. She knew it was probably soaked as well, but she couldn't care right now, and reached blindly for her purse. Her hand connected with the wet leather, and she hurriedly stuffed the book inside, getting to her feet and sprinting for the nearest building.

She immediately slipped on the wet cobbles, crashing hard to the ground. She raised her hands to catch herself, scraping them against the gravel. Her knee hit the wet street, and she gritted her teeth as pain flared through her leg. She tried to get to her feet, but a particularly strong gust of wind knocked her down again. She screamed in anger, but all she could think about was how this had happened. How had she been paying so little attention?

She registered someone standing over her, blocking the rain that was effectively going side-ways now, due to the sheer strength of the wind buffetting at them. They offered a hand, and she immediately accepted it without even knowing who or what they were. They easily lifted her to her feet, and held her as she used their shoulder for support and limped into cover, hiding against the side of the nearest building.

She was glad that her tears of frustration blended in with the water already coating her face from the storm. Catching her breath as she leaned against the side of the building, she panted desperately but managed to say something. "Thank… you…"

"Whatever were you thinking about, to leave yourself alone in the middle of a gale like this?"

She finally looked up, wanting to know what her saviour looked like.

It was a male human. Tall for his kind - as tall as her, actually. His kindly blue eyes twinkled at her, and she observed that he looked young. His face was devoid of wrinkles or even the wisps of a beard, and his hair was free of gray or white, instead coloured a rich, chocolate brown - although it was currently soaked. He wore no armour, only a cheap-looking tunic and equally cheap-looking, tattered pants, and boots that looked the cheapest of all. The boots squelched with every step, and everything else clung tightly to his skin, the wet material revealing every square inch of muscle along his torso. "I…"

"Are you okay, miss?"

"Yes, yes… I'm fine. I just…" She winced as her leg suddenly protested noticeably, and it almost gave out under her. She looked down, and saw that her knee was covered in blood that was slowly dripping down her leg, bits of gravel still clinging to her skin. She looked at her palms, and while they weren't bleeding openly they were raw and painful.

"Oh, dear. That looks bad. Why don't I help you home, miss?"

"You don't know where I live…"

"Then direct me." He reached down, swooping her legs out from under her and carrying her with one arm under her knees and the other under her shoulders. She squealed in surprise, but couldn't deny that her leg hurt too much for her to walk all the way home.

It was an unpleasant walk home, certainly. The rain didn't let up for even a moment. If anything, it seemed determined to worsen, and the wind was no better. When they finally made it to her house, he set her down gently so she could lean on the door as she unlocked it. She opened it and staggered inside, looking back and holding it open for him to find he was walking away. "W- wait! You can come in…"

He turned around and looked at her, his hair stuck to his face. "There's no need for that, miss. Besides, you don't know me."

"Maybe I want to. Please, I insist. Come in, it's the least I can do." He sighed, but obligingly followed her in.

They were both drenched to the very bone, and Lare suspected that the book in her purse was completely shot at this point. A pity - she'd been enjoying it. She shivered to herself as she took off her fancy, ruined shoes and headed inside. "Let me get a fire going." He merely grunted in confirmation as he took off his boots.

A few minutes later, the human was sitting in her living room as Lare backed away from her fireplace, warming her hands by the flickering, hungering flames. She collapsed in a chair, still shivering to herself. She sniffled, desperately hoping she'd get warmer soon.

"Miss, I think you've caught cold."

She smiled and sniffled again. "You may be right about that. Why did you help me?"

"I always try to help people. Nobody else seems to be in a rush to do it, and everyone needs help sometimes."

"That's very considerate of you."

"I don't think so. I think it's just what should be expected of people."

"Not many people share the sentiment."

"Yes, I'm aware. But, well, if someone changes their mind, then that's one person improved for my efforts."

"You've changed my mind."

"That's reassuring to hear, miss."

"Please, dear, call me Lare."

"Alright then. Thank you for sharing your hearth and home with me, Lare."

"Oh, don't mention it. It's the least I can do."

"Oh, no. The least you could have done was nothing. Plenty other people would have been happy to leave me out there." He smiled, but it changed to a frown when she sneezed. "You should head to bed, Lare. You seem sick."

She smiled at him, begrudgingly admitted he had a point. "My leg… Maybe you could help me?" Before he had even finished talking, he had already stood up and helped her to her feet. She smiled; he was the most precious thing.

It took only a minute for her to limp to her bedroom, collapsing with a grunt onto her bed. She sneezed again. "Is there anything more I can do for yo-" Lare sighed in relief as she pulled her shirt over her head, freeing herself from the clingy, wet clothes and revealing her large, impressive chest, concealed only by her bra - and soon, she reached behind her back and undid the clip holding it up, disposing of that as well.

The human spun around on his heel, planting himself firmly in the doorway, facing away from her nakedness. "I'm very sorry for staring, Lare, please forgive me."

She blinked for a moment in surprise, before bursting out laughing. "Oh, honey, don't worry about it. There's nothing to forgive. Besides, that wasn't staring, not in the slightest." She stood from her bed, walking behind him and taking his hand, gently turning him around to face her. He couldn't stop his eyes from hesitantly glancing down at her bust, before he forced them to dart back up and look her in the eyes properly. "Come to bed with me."

"I'm not tired…"

"We wouldn't be sleeping."

"But, Lare, I can't degrade your honour like that."

At that, she laughed again. "Oh, honey, haven't you seen my outfit? Don't concern yourself over that." She dragged him by the hand towards her bed again, smiling. "Come warm me up."

"I could get you more blankets…"

"I don't want blankets, dear, I want you." He gulped. "Do you… not want this?"

"No, I… I do, it's just… I feel so guilty about it."

"Don't. Do you, or do you not, want this?" She finally reached the bed, feeling her leg bump against the end, and she stopped, looking him in the eye.

"I do."

"Then take it." She backed up further, falling flat onto the bed and laying on her back, looking up at him excitedly. Her bare chest heaved as her breath grew heavy.

He finally, at long last, accepted her offer, and sank to his knees in front of the bed, eyeing her knee. "I should have healed this right away, I'm sorry." He tenderly placed his hands over the wound, and a strong, golden glow began to cover the entire area. She stared in surprise as the warm light enveloped first his hands, then spread to her and enveloped her bloodied knee in its care. He sighed in satisfaction and relaxed, allowing his hands to fall away. The glow faded, to reveal her knee completely healed.

She smiled warmly at him. "You keep doing more and more for me and I haven't repaid you yet."

"Your gratitude is all the payment I require."

"Oh, by Elune…" She rolled her eyes and leaned down, hooking her thumbs into the waistline of her final piece of clothing and shoving it down scornfully, kicking her legs to finally dispose of it the rest of the way and leaving her laying on her bed, body still damp from her wet clothes but at last naked. She spread her legs wide, grinning at the human's widening eyes and plain shock. "Come and let me repay you, dear."

He climbed onto the bed after her, and she bit her lip in excitement. He settled down next to her, and she rolled on top of him, frowning at his persistent clothing, still obnoxiously remaining on his body. She grasped at the neck of his shirt and pulled it up, smiling when he raised his arms above his head and she yanked off his shirt and tossed it away, somewhere else in her room. She licked her lips as she let her eyes feast on his muscular torso.

"Are you still sure about this, Lare?"

"Yes, honey, I am." No sooner had the words left her mouth than he flipped them both over again, and she squeaked in surprise. Suddenly there were two fingers grazing over her entrance, and she bit back a moan.

Ironically, despite - or perhaps because of - her prostitution work, she had precious little experience in this. None of her clients had ever cared about her own enjoyment; they hadn't needed to. Why should they, when they were paying money for the experience - in some cases, really good money. This was entirely new to her, and she could barely contain herself as he devoted everything he did to her pleasure.

She involuntarily bucked her hips, trying to hold back a moan as he pushed a finger inside, parting her folds with ease due to her very obvious arousal. He brushed it along the inside of her walls gently, and she let out a gasp. Unsatisfied with that, he added a second finger as he even lowered his head to her chest, enclosing a breast in his mouth as he flicked his tongue over a rock-hard nipple. Lareilin moaned, clutching at his head and holding it closer, desperate for more. And more he certainly delivered, adding a second finger.

She was astounded. She didn't know it was even possible that she could feel this good. He was amazing, incredible, perfect. Suddenly, his fingers brushed against the spot he'd been searching for, and she screeched as her mind became increasingly drunk on pleasure.

Everything he did, everything he said, it all only made her feel better, and she let herself sink into the bed as she kept feeling even better and better, more and more wonderful. It took only a few minutes before she screamed in bliss, hands accidentally clawing at his scalp as her hips bucked and twitched, juices spraying all over his hand. She panted, as the familiar scent of sex filled the room, and she felt herself beginning to sweat. She smiled, perfectly content in that moment.

They continued on long into the night, but no matter how many times she tried to turn the attention to her partner, he always refused, devoting himself entirely to her, as their fun stretched into hours. When he finally entered her properly, he thrusted into her slowly, gently, tenderly, yet again something she had no experience in and enjoyed immensely. She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist in an unmistakable sign of approval. She moaned again, long and loudly, and it echoed throughout her otherwise empty house, when he rolled his hips into her own and remained there, finally releasing into her. She purred happily, holding tightly onto him as she finally felt less guilty about all he'd done for her.

Even after that, he seemed determined to single-handedly make up for her having been ignored by every partner she'd ever had in the past, and did everything he could think of to make her happy. Now, more than any other night before, Lare was immensely grateful there were no houses close to her own that might have been able to hear her.

Lare's eyes fluttered open.

She was laying in bed, under her sheets, naked and still sweaty, and alone.

She sat up in a panic, looking around desperately, trying to find her human lover from last night, that strange man who had made her feel so amazing, had made her feel loved and cared about for the first time in her life, but all she found was a note on her nightstand. She dove for it immediately.

Dear miss Lare.

I apologize if you found my performance last night unsatisfactory in any way. I hope I was able to please you as best I could.

I have to be going now. There are always more people out there who might need help with something at some point, and if I'm able to be there to provide that for them, then I feel I must, as I did for you.

I hope we meet again sometime.

Eternally Yours,

Tenedren.

She stared at it in dim shock, and growing horror as she slowly realized that her opportunity had been missed. She tossed aside her sheets and leapt out of bed, still naked but not caring. This was the first time she'd heard his name, even found out about it at all. She'd never asked. She never asked her clients their names, respecting their potential wish for anonymity.

It suddenly dawned on her that she'd been treating him like a customer without even realizing.

She rushed out the door of her bedroom, bare feet rustling her carpet. She threw open her bedroom door and entered her patio, to find that his boots were gone.

No, no, no.

She sprinted up the stairs to the living room, looking around despite already knowing she'd find nothing, and find nothing she did.

She gritted her teeth in frustration. She was so close… She'd actually found someone who cared… And she let him slip through her fingers.

She sank to her knees and began to sob.

She didn't go back to her regular work for a week after that. She told herself it was to recover from her cold and let all her things shed the water they'd taken on, but deep down she knew that was a lie.

She'd found a pile of 500 gold on her kitchen island, with another note from Tenedren explaining that he hoped it would help her recover from her cold.

A week later, she finally returned to her usual bench in the Cathedral District and resumed her regular work. And she never saw him again.