A/N: These short stories are actually quest based. Otembe is a named mob (forest troll) that you have a quest to kill for his hammer if you are doing the blood elf starting quests.

Warcraft belongs to Blizzard. Leviath is my paladin, and Eigenaar is a mage which is on loan from a guild mate. Mostly PwP and this one is probably the most tame that will appear. Please Review. I love feedback.

Otembe eyed the female elf who stood before him. She wasn't the first to come after him. He'd known about the bounty that the Farstrider's had set on him, and foolish elves that wished to prove themselves had been traipsing all over Tor'Watha to get to him. But this one had made it farther than most.

She was taller than most female blood elves he'd seen, and built sturdier. Her curves were barely covered by scant chain mail armor, and the sword and shield she held at the ready marked her as a paladin. That sword was also marked with the blood of a few of his tribesmen.

He stepped towards her and she countered back, stepping further into the hut. He had no intention of circling her forever, the hammer he wielded my have been light but he couldn't hold it up forever. He charged, swinging at her head. Instead of blocking with her shield, she swung her sword in turn. Their weapons met with surprising force and both went sailing in opposite directions, clattering noisily to the floor. No matter.

He swung at her again, this time with only his large fists. She dodged the attack and did something that surprised him. She shook off her shield, letting it drop to the floor. She held up her own fists, apparently planning to face him on even ground. He chuckled at this. She might have been stronger than other females of her race, but she was still outmatched.

He swung first, and she ducked low under the swing. She rose up and he swung back, planning to catch her with a heavy backhand. She surprised him by bringing her own arm up and blocking him. Her arm barely even shuddering under the force of the blow. And while her stared at her in his shock, she punched him in the kidney.

He staggered a few steps, and he felt her hand grab the back of his head, keeping it low. He slapped away her knee as she attempted to smash his skull against it, and elbowed her sharply in the gut. Her breath whooshed out and she doubled over, releasing him. Recovering quickly, he took the opening and brought his fist to her face.

He saw her falter, dazed, and followed through, taking her by the throat and slamming her back against the hut wall. He held her there, lifting up so she had to go on her toes if she wanted to breathe.

He took in the sight of her, pretty as all elves tended to be, flushed from battle. Her breasts heaved with each panting breath, and there was a little trickle of blood on her lip. His own blood running high from their brief fight, he acted on impulse and pressed close to her body. Bending slightly, he licked the blood from her lip.

Her eyes widened and her breath hitched. She made no move to attack anew, or fend him off. No display of disgust followed. Instead, she sucked her lower lip into her mouth and released it, slowly. He went mad.

He crushed his mouth over hers, and he could feel the tips of his tucks scrapping the would beside her head, digging groves into the soft wood. His hands went to the waistband of her leggings, finding the catch that kept them secure and released it. The leggings clashed to the floor at their feet.

He pulled back enough to see she wore a little swath of grey cloth beneath her mail, probably to protect her skin from chaffing. He took the cloth in one hand and ripped it away in one pull. Placing his large hands on her thighs he lifted her, and she obligingly wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands on his shoulders.

He used the wall to help support her as he moved his loincloth aside. He wasted no time in foreplay and roughly plunged inside her. She cried out, in a mix of pleasure and pain. She was wet but still very tight, and he wanted it that way. He adjusted his hold on her and began a rough, fast rhythm.

Her chest mail clinked in time with they're movements, and drew his attention. He lifted a hand up and released the font catch, letting the mail shirt slide loose, baring her rather ample breasts. With a grunt of pleasure he slammed inside her a little harder, making her breasts bounce heavily.

Rather soon he felt her hands squeeze on his shoulders, and he looked up at her face. Her eyes closed and her head fell back, as her body began to spasm. He felt her insides clench around him, and he began to rut ever faster, drawing little cries from her as she road her climax, and at last he followed her.

He leaned against her, his legs braced wide to support them both, as they both panted for air. Then there was the sound of an explosion, accompanied by a flash of light through the hut's window. Both of their heads snapped towards the sound.

He lifted her off him and set her on her feet. Stepping back he adjusted his loincloth to cover himself again. He stared at the elf, who stared right back, a half amused smile on her face. The sound of a second explosion, this one much closer, drew his gaze away. He turned his back to her and left the hut to investigate the new disturbance.

Leviath chuckled as she was left alone, and began to get dressed. She fastened the front catch of her chest piece back into place and picked up her leggings. She was just fastening the clasp when a familiar face stepped into the hut's door way.

"Greetings, Eigenaar." She adjusted the fit of the leggings so they sat as comfortably as possible, then moved to pick up her shield.

"Leviath," he responded, eyes following her. "I heard you might have run into trouble."

She picked up her sword and sheathed it, giving him a little smirk. She spotted the hammer on the floor and bent to pick it up. "Might have. Thanks for the timely interruption." She strode to the door and slipped passed him. "Owe you one."

The mage looked about the room and spotted a piece of grey cloth on the floor. He raised a brow and picked it up. He eyed it considering before tucking it into a side pouch. Then turned to follow the paladin.