Author's Note: Ahh I apologize for the long wait. I've had one problem after the other with my computer and then the internet. So I hope you can enjoy this chapter and forgive me. Thank you for the reviews, I hope to see more soon.
Chapter 3: A Chance to Die
I have had lovers but, no one that I've loved. For me it is impossible to love another living thing for I love to kill living things. Should it not be impossible to love something you love to destroy? No I could not call this feeling love. It was far beyond that, beyond the joy of killing. Whatever this feeling was it was full of passion and made me feel things I could never have imagined. The feeling itself was curious for I felt other feeling towards this feeling whatever it may be called. I yearned it, hated it, feared it, and adored it. Such complication coming from one someone, a burden really. What was there to gain from such a curious emotion? Pleasure? Pain? This war brings enough pain, is it worth having more pain for a little pleasure?
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Although I cannot recall my dreams, they were quite enjoyable. They left me to awaken in a cold and almost airless place. There was one warmth and my body held to it tightly. I opened my eyes slowly, already they were adjusted to the dark. The warmth I grasped to moved against me, I was only a little surprised at first but, it was as if I somewhat expected it to be a living thing. Because the warmth from love is different from the warmth you soak in from the sun, or the warmth you bathe in from a fire. It is something that is so different and I know because I have never felt it before.
Though, even hatred has a warmth to it but, I know hatred is not what this feeling is, I've felt that for as long as I can remember. What soldier of war hasn't? No, I'm no soldier. I'm a slave to war, I am bound to the battle for power. For I have long realized there is no war, there can be no war that fights for peace. And yet that is what we tell our people so that they can find something in all this hatred to love. I wonder if the Horde are any different. After all, we are all slaves of the same war.
The warmth's sudden movement startled me out of thought, I only stared as a soft force pushed off me and then came closer to my vision. I could see my eyes glow in hers. She raised her leathered hand to my face but, I caught it with my own. At first only rubbing the tip of my fingers against her larger ones but then, taking her hand completely in mine, I could feel myself fully awake now as my heart beat like a war drum. It almost hurt to breath but, I had never felt so wonderful even though death would be just around the corner. Her features calmed and she tilted her head slightly with a soft smile on her lips. I felt this way and yet I still could not smile back at her. I don't think she minded it though, her head found her way on my chest again and I could only relax under her touch. Though I did not like all the time I had to think. I didn't want to change my mind about these feelings. And yet slowly I found myself feeling uneasy about all of this. Time was short for all of us and I could only wonder if there was any point in having these emotions if I couldn't feel them to their fullest. Then again how was I to know what their fullest is?
I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes tasting and feeling the burning of the poison that I had swallowed just before. I could only quickly breath out and choke, making myself cough violently. The rogue sat up as well did I, swallowing gooey saliva mixed with whatever else had made me mouth bitter. The burning in my throat made me want to gag. I could feel a warmer presence on my face, both hands of the rogue were cupping the sides of my face and pulling me towards her own. She looked me over, watching my eyes as I could only see past hers. It was hard for me to accept how pathetic I was. I sat so limply while her face came ever nearer.
Her lips were just as soft as before and just as surprising. I could suddenly feel her desperation. No, her need for this. Or maybe it was my own, even so it was her breath that came quickly, her heart that beat so hard, and her hands that roamed my body. I only shivered underneath her unable to do anything to stop her. I wonder if I would have if I could.
"Elf?" The thickly accented voice interrupted, making the rogue stop but, then only slow her pace from before, "That be you? Do ye be awake now?"
It was then did my breath quicken, when I could feel her. My body wasn't numbed anymore. I was taken out of my trance. I moaned into her mouth when trying to speak. She forced me harder into the ground and forced her soft wet tongue into my mouth to meet my own. Though at first it seemed difficult to get free from her, I studied her while she continued to please herself with my body. I quickly understood what she wanted the most and that very thing could stop her. I wrapped my legs around her waist and pulled her from my mouth, her eyes had widened with surprise as I forced her sharply off of my body and launched her onto the ground with me on top of her abdomen. Again it took time for me to realize how much she had excited my senses, my body. Though her own was very similar. Our breath almost matched perfectly, and our hands clasped to each other tightly. My body was arched over hers, feeling dominate was calming. The way she looked at me I assume she was getting pleasure out of this. How strange that I would want her to feel it, even more than what she was feeling at the time. So I lowered myself to her mouth, spreading my lips apart just barely and tilting my head so that I didn't hurt myself on her tusks.
"Elf?!" I stopped. "What in God's name are ye doin'?!"
And then I felt the strong shakes of the troll's laughter rock my body. For the first time I could really hear her accent. It was something she hid even when speaking yet it was so beautiful. I wanted to hear more of it. I didn't even care why she was laughing, I looked away from the dwarf and back to the troll I finished what I had started and engulfed her mouth with my own making her moan in surprise as I had done before.
"Elf!!!" He yelled too loudly.
I pulled away just then understanding what I had really done. I almost felt ashamed, most definitely I was embarrassed. The troll smiled wolfishly at me as I got off of her, letting her sit up and wipe the juices of our mouths from her lips.
"That poison get to yer head then?" The dwarf pulled me hard, away from the troll who only blew kisses towards us as we sank further into the small area. I could hardly breath now.
"My body feels unusual, friend. Do you have any potions or herbs?" I said it weakly, making the dwarf check his bags for what little could be left in them. He seemed frustrated or angered. Though how could I blame him, the things I had just done were far from normal to us. He checked for the second time and it occurred to me that there was much more silence than I had remembered before I had taken the poison from the rogue's mouth. "Dwarf, where is the little one? Has he healed from his injuries?"
He stopped his hands and furrowed his thick rusty eyebrows together, moving his facial hair side to side before speaking in a low tone, "Aye, he is resting now but, there is something off about all this. Ya know? Why wouldn't the bloody rogue let him die from the poison if she knows we got no chance of getting out of here..?"
The question hit the core of my curiosity just as much as it hit his. It didn't make any bit of sense to me either. Then it came to me that this entire time, she has been completely calm about all of this. Giving off a carefree attitude, it didn't suit anyone for being on the verge of death. Unless she truly did not have any care if she were to die and how much she would suffer before she did. I turned to her while nodding so that the dwarf would know I agreed with him. She was watching us peculiarly. "What are you hiding, rogue?" Her eyes settled on mine, "Would you hide something from me?" I doubted she could understand or even pick up on any clue to what I was asking. Yet I carried on. "I wonder what it is, have you some sort of magic to escape here when your amusement is through? Or perhaps you know how to escape from here and are just waiting for us to rot."
"Perhaps she's got herself a hearthstone lass." The dwarf suggested.
I crawled towards the rogue, "Is that so? Well then I think we should share it then. Don't you think?" I said, asking the last bit to the troll. Her eyes just watching in uncertainty. My hands wrapped around her waist to untie the dark black sack around her belt. I almost laughed at how fast her hands restricted mine. "So you are hiding something…" She was grasping my wrists firmly but, being who she was she had to turn the tables for me. She forced my hands behind her back pulling my body on hers, I shivered on top of her because of how much we were touching.
"Lass, do ya need me to hold the demon down!?" The dwarf half yelled at me. But being the elf I am I could fight her fire with my own. I sank my hand lower to the bottoms of her back and slightly pushed in with my two longest fingers hitting a sensitive spot. She arched herself closer to me making me fall back due to her bigger size. Her breath had quickened again as I held her on top of me with my knees and thighs. My hands rubbed hard against her hips making her own hands reach for my shoulders, my neck, and then face. She was controlling her moans for my sake. Yet all the while she was trying to get her dominance and control back. Sooner or later I let her. Not because I thought she should have her way but, because it would help me steal whatever was in that bag of hers. It worked perfectly. I let myself go limp as she flipped me over making us both tumble while giving me the split second to snag her sack. (That makes me 'teehee' every time I read it. Snag her sack :O )
She was on top now, and she knew that I took what she didn't want me to see. The dwarf was very much correct. She had a hearthstone, I held it in front of both of our faces. It was hard for me to breath with the surprise and already thin air. She tried grabbing for it but, I moved it to the side and looked up into her slim red eyes, "Were you really going to leave me?" I whispered, surprising myself by my choice of words. The dwarf had lost us, he was calling for me. I was glad we moved away from him to the point where he could not witness anything. If he saw the stone he would probably have tried to kill us both. Even though I knew the troll didn't understand me, when she didn't answer I felt dissatisfaction and I didn't care at all anymore. I sat making her move onto my lap my legs barely being able to stretch out, I tossed her the stone not even feeling the want to look at her anymore none the less touch her.
"What a waste of breath, I have no need to escape from here and back to the endless war out there. What do I have out there that I don't in here. An awaiting death, an everlasting suffering. I have them both in either place so what am I missing, right? Though it would make me more comfortable if you were to…get out of here alive. Maybe I just don't want you here anymore, because when…when you make my heart beat so hard and quickly it makes me want to live for another hundred years. What a foolish desi-" The rogue stopped me with her lips, she once again pushed her chest against me and her legs lifted from my own so that she could lean in even closer. My head was pressed hard against the jagged rocks behind me. The faint green glow came to the side of my head and with one very swift motion the rogue pulled the stone back and then slammed it to the wall breaking it into pieces. The noise was so close to my sensitive ears that they started to ring. The glow was gone.
I couldn't breathe.
Author's Note: Yay, how was it? Fit to your liking I hope. I enjoyed thinking it up. ;D Now I had better get on the next chapter since there was such a long wait for this one. Again I'm apologize for all that. Hopefully the next one will come sooner but Christmas is very close so we'll see. Happy Holidays. 3