Time alone was not something Liana would be getting tonight. The siblings glared at each other as she entered the room, neither said another word to each other but Niabu did speak to Liana in hushed tones before leaving the room slamming the door behind her. This left Rajit'Kal and Liana alone in the room, something neither of them wanted at this very moment. Liana had so many conflicting emotions concerning the troll. She had felt pleasure in his touch but upon seeing his sisters horrified face and hearing the conversation of moments before she realized most would find what they had done disgusting. Why then was it okay to take the spoils of war but not okay to have real passion. These were tngs that needed much more consideration but not right now not with him in the room, she could not think with Raj so close.
The troll was back to pacing, angry with himself for how he had treated Liana and angry that he still wanted her. The moment she had entered the room all he saw was the exquisite curves wrapped in a thin blanket. Immediately he had become hard, the primal urge to throw her on the bed and fill her with his flesh, it was all he could do to gain a small semblance of control. He would not look at her face, did not want to see the seething hate that must be present after this morning. Niabu had more than convinced him the hate would be present, had told him how distraught Liana had seemed. Raj stopped by the window, letting his head fall forward against the cool class surface. He needed time away from the girl not to be locked up in the same room with her for a whole night, His control was held together by shreds.
Self hate was not something Raj was used to, he had convinced himself that taking the girl was his right, that she turned out virginal made her his possession. His sister had dissuaded him from that notion. Had in fact caused him to hate the person he was reverting to. There was a time when he ran wild with the Horde, raided villages, raped and took what he pleased. He had grown past that time, Thrall had grown past that time, most of the Horde had matured into the hand dealt them. Some still raided and it was not frowned upon, keeping the enemy on their toes, as it was considered, brought honor to your house. Raj had changed his tune on these things after Niabu had been a spoil of war, the memories long repressed and not to be dredged up now , for more anger would not sooth his growing need.
Raj stayed by the window for long moments before deciding to take his leave, he could not stay in his own room as long as Liana was awake. Another long walk through the streets of Orgrimmar followed by a night on the couch he hoped would get his urges under control. He was a civilized troll, if you could call any troll civilized. He no longer took what he wanted when he wanted instead living with and being a part of the refined Horde.
Liana wanted to comfort him more than she wanted her peace, she could feel the anger seething within Raj, could feel the turmoil of emotions and yet could do nothing to help him. He paced around like a caged animal, a muscle in his jaw ticked as he ground his teeth. Liana wondered if he was aware of her presence. The words spoken just before she entered the room ran through her mind, she would not be allowed back home, she would not no could not think that of Jaina. Lady Proudmoore was the one who taught her to be kind, Liana even suspected that Jaina had feelings for Thall, the way the mage spoke of him was with great reverence. Maybe it was guilt he felt, that thought was quickly put aside, the seething anger was present and far to dominant in his very stance right now.
Raj started for the door but her hand on his arm stopped him. "I need..." her words trailed off as she realized just how angry he was.
Did she realize what the slightest touch would do to him? There was no way, she was still very innocent in the ways of mating. Her hand felt like fire, burning clear through to his soul. "If you do not let go I can not promise you will be safe."
The warning should have scared her but she could see the passion behind the anger. Passion she also felt, she wanted to feel him touch her again, wanted no needed to make love to him. Was part of his anger the battle with his passion or regret for the feelings he so obviously held. Admittedly she did not care "I am not scared of you Raj."
"You should be" he replied as he pulled the blanket away from her body, devouring the sight of her naked form. His eyes drifted down to her breasts, her nipples already hard little nubs without a single touch of his hand. He cupped one of her breasts squeezing it roughly while locking his other arm around her waist pulling her close. She had instigated this and he would not let her get away. He touch was not gentle and he ran his fingers across her nipple, pulling on the little nub, Liana moaned a deep sound low in her throat.
In that moment Raj knew she was willing. He looked back into her lilac eyes and confirmed it, there was not disgust or hatred no fear of him only a smoldering passion. "You want me" He said it in awe, unaware he had spoken aloud until her soft reply "yes" touched his ears, felt her fingers pulling at his shirt, sliding underneath to stroke his chest. Raj scooped her up placing Liana in the center of the bed his lips slanting across hers in a long deep kiss.
The weight of his body. the mesmerizing touch of his hands at her breasts, the feel of his lips against hers was all consuming. Liana protested as he pulled away only to see him removing his clothes, the tie so n his pants would not cooperate in his rushed efforts, Raj ripped the ties sliding his pants over lean hips. He was fully naked now, Liana drank in the sight of him, the body he hid in clothing all muscles and sinew, she would never get tired of looking at.
Raj returned to the bed, nudged her legs aside with his knee and with one swift motion entered her waiting body. She was tight ,so tight he felt he could spend eternity inside her, Liana was passion incarnate her body responded to him, returned the passion tenfold. There was no pain this time only a fullness as he began to move inside her, sensations neither had felt this strongly or at all before built to a fevered pitch, within moments Liana was dissolving into a white hot flood of sensation. Through the haze of pleasure she barely heard Rajit'Kal reach his own climax. They were both asleep within moments, Raj curled against Liana's breast, her hands entwined in his hair, both at complete peace.