The Banana Slug: You know, when I completed the Night Elf Campaign in the Expansion Set of WarCraft III, I almost if completely misunderstood what Tyrande said to Malfurion when she said, "We've earned our rest".
No shit did she mean to actually, "To rest because you are tired," but for a while, I thought it meant, "Bow-chika-wow-wow". And so, I have made this delicious fanfic for you to enjoy. So…Enjoy!
WARNING: This one may not be so good, because I was tired, and I am not sure if I made any mistakes or made it too boring. Bear with me, being serious is hard.
LustCraft
By The Banana Slug
CHAPTER 2: The Well-Earned Rest
SPECIAL GUEST STARS: Tyrande Whisperwind and Malfurion Stormrage
In the secret sanctuary of Moonglade, in the town of Nighthaven, was a large building overlooking a glowing lake. In that mansion there stayed the grand sentinel Tyrande Whisperwind, along with her lover, the arch druid Malfurion Stormrage.
She looked out from the doorway to the balcony, looking out into the night sky. Her body naked, revealing her curvaceous fuchsia body, leaning against the doorway and looking down.
She closed her eyes and smelt the air, the smell of the trees tingled her nostrils, then exhaled, slowly opening her eyes to see nature of Moonglade.
From behind her, walked Malfurion Stormrage, naked as well, his indigo muscles revealed for all to see. He placed his hands on her shoulder and rested his forehead on the back of her head. She replied with a soft smile and a slight turn of the head.
"Furion," she replied with a cool voice, "I thought you were sleeping."
"Not yet," he replied softly, "Not really, my love."
"I understand," she replied with closed eyes, she lifted her head as she felt his breath against her skin, "It has been so long, my love."
"I know, Tyrande," replied Malfurion, his hands massaging her shoulders, "I have missed you, my love."
Tyrande slowly turned to him and softly pressed her hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes. His hands ran down to her waist, feeling more of her soft skin.
"How does my body please you, Furion?" she asked softly, rubbing his neck.
"As much as my love for you, and you alone, Tyrande," answered Malfurion, then moving his head forward, kissing her passionately. Their tongues wrestling as their lips pressed against each other.
After minutes of tasting each other, they disconnected and looked at each other once again. Both Tyrande and Malfurion walked to the large bed, hand in hand. They released their grip as Tyrande crawled into the bed, Malfurion sitting at the edge, smiling softly.
She then mounted her hands on his shoulders as she kissed his lips once again, her breasts pressing slightly against his back.
Malfurion fell onto his back as Tyrande quickly and instinctually slid on top of him, his erect manhood pressed against her slit, the tip pressing against the soft lips.
She smiled down at him as she lowered herself onto Malfurion, the two becoming entwined as lovers. The Night Elf closed her eyes and let out a gasp of pleasure, before moaning in satisfaction as his long penis slid through her wet vaginal walls.
Small moans were heard as she moved up and down on Malfurion's body, looking at him as her hair hung down, her breasts slightly bouncing, her nipples fully erect.
Furion placed his hands on her rear, she bit her lip as she went slightly faster. She began letting out moans and gasps, sweating down on Furion. Her hands were placed on his chest, her knees bent on the bed at her lover's sides, her feet dangling from the bed with his at the ground.
"Oh, Furion!" she gasped, her body feeling pleasure she never experienced for so long. She closed her eyes as he jaw hung, giving into the once-lost pleasure.
Malfurion looked at her, unable to take his eyes of his long-lost love. He sported a glare of concentration, sweat beads dropping from his brow.
Tyrande soon let out a series of loud and quick moans as she bounced up and down Malfurion's thighs. Her body released a wave of pleasure that began to build up, causing Tyrande to clench her teeth and shut her eyes tight, until it finally released and the beautiful Tyrande released a gasp of pleasure as her arms shook and her back arched.
She fell on top of Malfurion and looked at him, eye to eye, breathing into his mouth. He looked at her as well, placing his hand and wiped the sweat from her cheek. As she laid on him, she noticed that her lover was still able to continue with their tryst.
"You have the strength of the Earth, Furion," she complimented in her breath, commenting on his sexual durability.
"How kind, my love," replied Malfurion with a smile, then replying with a compliment, "And Elune has graced you with her will and beauty."
The druid lifted himself up and kissed his love as she sat on his lap, the two Night Elf lovers still connected sexually. He held her close to her, her legs wrapped around him.
He then began to thrust upwards, Tyrande replied with soft moans as she kissed Malfurion passionately.
Tyrande released her lips and breathed heavily on Malfurion's chest, muttering under her breath, "Elune be praised."
Their sweaty bodies kept on with the dance, her breasts pressed against his chest as he thrusted up her, making her body quiver with every hard thrust.
Still mating with his lover, Malfurion gently flipped her onto her back, his manhood still penetrating her as he laid on top of her, their legs rubbing against each other.
Tyrande closed her eyes as Malfurion began to kiss her neck, her brows slightly glaring and her lips quivering.
She held in her moans, holding onto her lover, her fingers scanning his back. Tyrande let out a small gasp and a held-in grunt, her toes clenching.
She let out a loud yet cracking moan as Malfurion quickened his pace, digging her fingers into his indigo skin, her legs quickly wrapping around his waist.
Tyrande was a sweating wreck, if she had pupils, they would be rolling upwards. The Sentinel panted her hot breath into the cold night air as Malfurion panted his onto the skin of her neck, giving her pleasurable chills.
Malfurion continued to increase his speed, his lover replied with more satisfied moans, growing loader and would slightly crack. She bit her quivering bottom lip, still letting out moans, trying her best to control them and stay strong.
Tyrande released a final moan, soft yet cracked, as she felt something warm shoot into her, hearing Malfurion grunt and pant. She exhaled, releasing a soft coo as she released her fingers from Malfurion's back, letting them fall on the mattress.
Malfurion lifted his head, then gently put his forehead against hers, both panting as their sweat mixed together.
They kissed each other passionately once again, looking into each other's eyes with an endless love and a shared lust.
Later that night, the two lovers were asleep on the bed, the blanket scarcely covering their naked bodies. Tyrande was up against his side, her head was resting atop his arm, with that very arm resting it's hand on her waist, his face planted against her soft hair.
Malfurion opened his eyes and looked at her, his hand rubbing her thigh, she let out a sigh of satisfaction in her deep sleep.
Tyrande woke from the sleep, looking up at him, breathing out, "I hope you are not too tired from your sleep, Malfurion."
He replied with a soft smile, running his palm across her body, stopping at her cheek. He softly rubbed his hand across her cheek, his thumb massaging her ear.
"Not after a thousand years, my love," he replied in a whisper.
He slowly turned to her as she flipped from her left side to her right. He held onto her body, his lips meeting her neck as Tyrande closed her eyes and perked her lips in anticipation.
As expected, the arch druid slid his manhood into her once more, welcomed by a moist softness and an exhale of pleasure.
Malfurion thrusted rapidly yet gently into her, both of them laying side by side as he pressed his hands against her thighs.
Tyrande bit her lip as her body began to shiver with pleasure, letting out soft moans with each breath. She turned her head and smiled as she began to push onto his penis, wanting as much from this as possible.
He rubbed her thighs as he thrusted deeper into her, she returned with a loud moan. They began to kiss as they slept with each other in the light of the moon shining from the lake and in through their window.
Their kiss was something so rare and so precious in a world like this, in the world of Azeroth, where war and hatred runs like fine wine.
Their love is precious, and even if they are scattered away from each other, they must always remember…
True love never rests.
The Banana Slug: Booooooo! Make it longer! That is what you all probably think right now, but lemme tell you something, sometimes you have to know that when you try to be serious, it'll be harder to do. When you wanna be funny or smutty, the ideas, be them crappy or good, run like fine wine.
Wanna know why? Because being serious is hard! Don't be serious all day! Be stupid! Drop your pants! Masturbate in your car!
What? You want to be like Sasuke Uchiha! Having little to no personality? FUCK NO! I ain't doin' that! If I had that much pussy hounding me, I would abuse the situation! Why are girls attracted to this! Always the assholes with no balls! Just like Edward-Fuckin'-Cullen!
(coughs violently)