A/N: I am aware that Ulric (and maybe to an extent, Shadowmoon) has become a much more interesting character than either of my two main characters, and I have no idea how that happened xD
Ulric's face sunk, refusing to release a sigh, though he did allow his lips to coil up into a look of disappointment. Here he was, yet again, tied up to a chair, in the office of some mob-man, with only the ticking of a nearby clock to give him company. It reminded him so much of the last time this had occurred, just a few weeks ago, back in Valiance Keep; however, this time, as his head slowly tilted just enough to examine the windowless wall to his side, he knew it was so, so different.
His foot jittered away, his heel jumping up and down repeatedly, only his toes at the ground, as only the most subtle of noises disturbed the ceiling above him. He could have sworn it sounded something like a *thump*, but being near-inaudible, he couldn't even been sure if it had been real or not.
Thinking back to just a moment ago, Tornir Stormgem, that bastard dwarf, had vowed to slice his head off were he to move from where he sat when he returned, and it quickly came into his mind as he moved his head to look toward the door. A thicker pang of clockwork, more than any of the others, signifying the arrival of an hour- the hour Shadowmoon was to save him. However, Ulric couldn't have guessed he'd have been taken into the basement.
His eyes narrowed toward the door, only the slimmest of thoughts passing through his mind that doubted Shadowmoon's being just on the other side. He pushed back on the chair, leaning it back onto its hind legs before rocking forward, swinging the chair along until his feet met the ground, Ulric quickly waddling over toward the door to try and figure out how to help of Shadowmoon in her rescue.
As he went, he heard the handle shake, the sound of metal scraping against metal. He finally allowed himself a sigh of relief as he slowly bounded along toward freedom; toward the ultimately freeing arms of his most trusted compa-
Ulric paused, his eyes having trailed along the floor to see where he was headed, only to find a pair of dwarven feet, his excitement at leaving having drowned out the final segments of Tornir and his croneys unlocking the door. Ever so slowly, between the two ends of a silent gulp, Ulric sat the front legs of the chair down before allowing the last two to follow, sitting there just in front of Tornir with his lips curled inward.
"Howdy," he murmured, nonchalantly.
Tornir grinned, reaching his hand over his shoulder, "I warned ye'…"
Ulric's expression remained still as Tornir's henchmen, another dwarf and a human, quickly shot around to Ulric's backside, both of them holding him up by his bound arms before spinning him around so that his back was to their boss, the dwarf cackling as the tell-tale sound of an axe being ripped from its holster broke through the air.
"Ever been to a Dalaran Destroy'rs game, Walthorn?"
Ulric grimaced, "No; can't say that I have."
"Heh heh," Tornir chuckled, "It's rather smashing, if I do say so myself…"
Shutting his eyes tightly, Ulric grimaced as Tornir swung his mighty axe right through the chair and into Ulric's back, the two henchmen letting him go just in time for his body to go careening across the room, nearly blowing a hole in the wall of earthen support as Ulric's breath blew out of him, his body falling forcefully onto the floor.
He curled up in pain, cursing under his breath. His body jerked as the two cronies came to his side, forcefully lifting him up, which wasn't much of a chore, now that Ulric's body was mostly limp. Tornir headed toward his desk, using the axe to wave along its surface, clearing it of all its contents, allowing the two goons to throw Ulric on top of it, keeping his arms held down while he swayed back and forth in pain, unable to fight back.
Tornir hopped onto the table himself, his feet on either side of Ulric's head as he playfully rolled his axe's handle up and down his shoulder, "I wouldn't expect yer human pals ta teach ya anything of respect, boy, but you were raised by this lot'a bandits for too many years fer me ta forgive this little demonstration of ill gratitude."
Ulric replied, lazily, his mind still in a dizzying haze, "I-I didn't-"
"HUSH!" Tornir roared, swinging his axe up over his hand and furiously pulling it into the air, over his head, the axe's mighty head crashing right into the desk's top, right between Ulric's legs as he stared down low, eyes blown open wide in horror.
"You awake yet?" Tornir asked.
Ulric gulped, a sweat beginning to form atop his skin, "Very."
Grinning, Tornir's fingers tapped along the handle of his axe, "Gooood… Now, we dwarves, ya know, we ain't like ya humans, making laws, breakin' 'em, workin' yer own little passthroughs fer everythin'. WE carve our laws in stone, boy, and you better believe we adhere to 'em, lest we get carv'd like a boar on that very stone! Y'know what law ya broke?"
Ulric was already quivering, though as he prepared to answer, he made sure his voice was crystal clear, devoid of any amount of apprehension, "I fell short of your expectations."
Without even looking, Ulric could feel Tornir's body shaking in rage, the desk between his head and the dwarf's feet feeling like an earthquake.
"Sir," Ulric finished, in mock submission.
Even Tornir's henchmen both wavered in their grips, probably deciding whether or not to leave the room as Tornir's body shook more and more, his face lowered so much that it buried itself into his thick beard, "Boy… Ya hit the last nerve yer ever gonna hit with that one…"
Tornir yanked the axe out from the wooden desk, the giant weapon flying out with a massive creaking sound as the dwarf swung it in an arch around him, holding on with both hands behind his head as he stared down into Ulric's eyes, the human's face doing a poor job at concealing his panic as the dwarf cackled once more.
"The last one who teased my height, they weren't laughin' much more after I chopped off their legs at the knees; makin' 'em shorter than me! I do believe I'll take off whatever few inches ya think you've got on ol' Stormgem, instead!"
The dwarf grunted loudly as he yanked his axe up above his head, Ulric's eyes shooting wide at the sight as his life immediately flashed through his mind, colored with nothing but whiteness. Then he was gone. Asleep, maybe. He was somewhere else, perhaps deep within his mind, but he certainly knew that he wasn't inhabiting his own body. He felt as if he were floating in some vast ocean, unable to ascertain wherever he truly was.
Ulric's hand ripped itself from one of the goons, immediately shooting up into the air, eviscerating the man's face as he cried out in shock, stumbling backwards as he was fazed. Tornir suddenly paused at the sight, suddenly terrified as Ulric's hand ripped to the other side of the desk, clawing at the other dwarf with such force that his body flew off the desk and onto the ground as Ulric pummeled the henchmen repeatedly, only stopping as his stare shot up toward Tornir.
The dwarf backed off, nearly falling off the top of the desk before hurriedly descending, his feet slowly taking him towards the door as he held his axe in front of him, eyes wide at the sight of Ulric, his breathing haggard leaving subtle trails of growling with each step like a guttural rumbling. Ulric's body shook viciously, not bothering to stop, even after Tornir began shouting at him.
"S-Stay back, you beast! Fucking worgen; I shoulda left you to rot in the streets!" Tornir complained loudly, turning to find his remaining henchman having already left the room.
He scoffed, eyeing Ulric with sinister eyes before the human shot toward him, leaving Tornir to quickly throw his axe in an arc in front of him, putting all of his strength into is as fear rushed through his body. Ulric made a maddening leaping toward the wall, avoiding his swing, and as Tornir's body flew to the side from the momentum of his axe, his face rapidly shot toward Ulric, a look of terror appearing as he realized his opening.
Ulric tore through the air, tackling Tornir and ripping at him with his fingernails, like claws, drowning out the dwarf's cries with ever increasing roars and grunts as he shoved his fingers wherever he could into Tornir's body, viciously tearing at whatever skin he could find as if every bit of energy inside of him was bursting out wherever it could.
As Tornir's voice ended, Ulric's gruesome assault slowed, his growling becoming dry gasps for breath, his eyes still wide as he suddenly fell forward, his hand grasping at the floor to keep him up as his heavy breaths grew shallow, as if he were choking.
Suddenly, his body flinched backwards, the hair on his body having prickled up, causing him to notice the subtle difference in the air by Shadowmoon standing in the doorway, a look of terror painted over her face. Ulric's eyes met hers amidst his hollowed breaths, his arm shaking weakly as his strength began to leave him, his body finally teetering to its side before he fell to the floor.
Shadowmoon surveyed the damage, horrified by what had occurred. The dwarf just a few steps from her barely had anything resembling a face, it had been so severely clawed; her eyes suddenly shifting toward Ulric, who lay there, his panting growing more and more like the whining of a beast.
Running a hand through her hair, nervously, Shadowmoon muttered to herself, angrily, "Fuck."
She quickly made her way toward Ulric, crouching beside him as she reached over toward his face to see if it was his blood or his enemy's, though he gave a sudden, furious snort, leaving Shadowmoon to immediately smack him across the face, "Knock it off! Goddamn, it's bad enough you've got this shit going on."
After her swipe, Ulrich lowered his aggressive posture as she helped him to his feet, his breaths still gasping for air between snorts, Shadowmoon's face holding steady in an unamused glare as she helped him toward the door.
"Elune help me," she mumbled to herself, shaking her head as the two managed to leave.
Ulric's body collapsed through the door as Shadowmoon dashed into the room after him, hurriedly slamming the door shut and locking it up, sighing with relief as she pressed her forehead against the wooden frame, taking a brief moment of respite. Shadowmoon's heart rate immediately bolted along, once again, as a hoarse grunt ran through the air, her body spinning around as Ulric was trying to pick himself up off the ground, his body nearly hunched over as it shook wildly, his fingernails clawing at the floor as he tried pushing himself up to his feet.
"No no no no no," Shadowmoon repeated as she rushed over, crouching beside him, his eyes nearly bursting out of his skull with how wide his eyes were, bloodshot streaks of red running along their whites, "You need to just- fucking stay down here."
Her own eyes grew quickly as his breathing hastened, his muscles bulging along his arms as his hands clenched as tight as they could into fists, blood beginning to run onto the floor from his nails digging deeper and deeper into his skin. Shadowmoon was quickly becoming frightened as Ulric's breaths grew more haggard, her mind rushing for some sort of solution.
She jumped up toward a nearby table, where a vase of complimentary water sat, grasping it quickly from near its mouth, carefully swinging it through the air so that its contents went splashing across Ulric's body. In a split second, Ulric's body pounced right at Shadowmoon in assertive rage, shoving her against the wall as he snarled angrily, his arm pulled back, his fingernails preparing to flay her skin.
Her eyes shut in horror as she covered her face, though nothing came to harm her. Slowly, she peered through her arms as Ulric's teeth barred, furiously holding his arm from jumping toward her, his eyes so clearly showing his failing strength at battling his suddenly beastly instincts. He pulled himself away, hunching over the nearby table as he'd done before, every breath coming out as a deep growl as he desperately tried to steady his breathing.
Shadowmoon watched him, terrified, her heart racing at the scene before her, that had followed what had just happened. Her brow sunk with concern, watching him struggle, doing whatever he could possibly due to stem the rising tide of whatever hell was building within him. He continued growling, his knees quivering weakly as his internal battle raged, Shadowmoon's resolve suddenly steeling as a hopeless sigh escaped her lips.
"Fuck," she muttered to herself in dismay.
She hurried up behind him, peering over his shoulder as her hands crawled around his sides, slowly, reaching for the buttons of his shirt, a sudden, angry snarl escaping from him before Shadowmoon instantly shouted back, "Oh, shut up! Like I want to do this! Goddamn…"
Ulric's body calmed down reluctantly as she carefully worked his shirts ends apart at the buttons, "I'm not about to rush out of this place with you not having an intact shirt."
As her arms rubbed along his body, she could begin to tell, more and more, that the shivering of his body wasn't as feral as she had believed. It carried a sense of fright with it, as if Ulric was as terrified of this state as she was. She finished undoing his shirt, reaching over to pull it down from his wrists, suddenly feeling the hairs on his hand, all standing upright, again, like a frightened beast. Her eyes peered up toward the side of his head, sadly, watching his face shake as if on the verge of tears.
The pads of his fingers trailed roughly across the surface of the table as he desperately clung to it, much like last time, trying to find any way to expel the rage within him. After Shadowmoon dropped his shirt onto the ground, she reached around his body, her hands delicately holding atop his stomach as a wild snort escaped him, his eyes shutting in anticipation as his breaths drew shallower.
Shadowmoon frowned, her eyes trailing as far away from him as they could as she muttered quietly to herself, "Goddammit, I'm going to have to do this, aren't I."
His voice panting desperately, Ulric released a sort of pained groan as he hunched forward, the muscles in his arms flaring up as he scratched deeply into the wooden table, his body quaking wildly as the last vestiges of humanity continued to strip from his mind, Shadowmoon's eyes watching him worriedly. She knew next to nothing about such things as men being afflicted with anything if this sort, but she knew that she was running out of time to reach for a solution.
She sighed heavily as her hand slid down his chest and down across his stomach, her body giving a subtle shiver at the muscular shape of his torso, surprising even herself. A low, guttural growling left his lips as he turned to face her, his teeth baring violently as if about to snap at her, but in a split second, her hand shot low, into his pants, Ulric's body jumping in surprise alongside a sudden yelp as she grabbed ahold of him, gently enough. She gulped in uncomfortable silence, never having done such a thing before, though it seemed to have worked somewhat as Ulric leaned over the table, growling lower and over longer breaths, almost a more sultry form of bestial vocalizations.
"You're welcome," Shadowmoon muttered, sarcastically, as she shook her head, still shocked that she was doing such a thing.
In a few moments time, however, the strange feeling became increasingly familiar, even allowing curiosity to take her over. Her arms wrapped around Ulric's bare torso, her own breaths grew shallower as his body swelled up against her with every one of his breaths, bringing attention to her of just how broad his body was. Her eyes dimmed as her heart began to race, Ulric's hips instinctively beginning to sway back and forth against her hand.
Suddenly coming to the realization of what was going on, Shadowmoon caught herself in a compromising situation, not only in this current physical sense, but in a far more important emotional sense when it came to tomorrow, or the day after. Her hand immediately bolted from his length and into the air as she stepped backward, both hands innocently raised as her breaths continued their heavy circulation.
"O-Okay, this is so not worth it," she spoke aloud as Ulric's labored breathing forced his body to bellow in and out, "You want to do this to yourself, that-!"
Ulric suddenly stumbled to the ground onto his knees, his hands leaving table as they reached for his face, scratching at his skin as his growling turned to wails of pain. Shadowmoon groaned, shaking her head as she grabbed his wrist, pulling him back up to his feet and over toward the only bed in the room.
"You better be thankful," she complained amidst Ulric's heavy panting, reaching her hands around the hem of his pants, digging her fingers against his skin to grab ahold of everything before tugging down, forcefully yanking his clothes down past his thighs, her head shaking at the sight.
"You need to get something out of you, I'm guessing," she explained to herself, as if she was the one in need of convincing, gently grasping him with her hand, causing a low, bestial gasp to come from above, "Goddamn, how the fuck do you guys run around with this thing?"
She frowned as her hand began running along its length, Ulric's beleaguered breaths quickly beginning to shake as she went on, her mood not improving as her frowned remained, even after Ulric's hand fell atop her head in an instinctive move to steady himself, though she quickly swatted it away, "Get the fuck off! Can't you see I'm-"
He immediately snapped at her, nearly barking at her, though she immediately yanked at his member, a quick yelp leaving him as she rolled her eyes, "Try that again. I can't be accused of murder if you're a fucking animal."
She shook her head again, though her hand hadn't stopped, saved for the quick burst of punishment. As Ulric's breaths grew more quick and his lower body grew more unsteady with pleasure coursing through his beast-addled body, Shadowmoon's eyes grew more and more narrow, watching him work himself more and more into his own submission, particularly to her. She had tamed a beast, so to speak, even if the beast was still, in some odd sense at this point, a human. The thought didn't do much to keep her calm, and even her own breath became heavier as her fingers wrung differently with each pass of his member, her body nearly jumping as it began to pulse even larger.
She managed a gulp as she suddenly pulled away, having noticed Ulric's quieted mood, a sigh escaping her, "Okay, are you done? Th-That's all you do, ri-?"
Ulric immediately grabbed at her with a viciously quick growl, having been left unintentionally dissatisfied, pulling Shadowmoon up and shoving her onto the bed, the shock on her face, combined with her own heated body, kept her from resisting. She simply watched, helplessly, as his body nearly heaved with such panicked breaths, his face in an impatient scowl as he grasped her pants, forcefully yanking them down her legs, almost pulling her off the bed as he did so, her eyes wide in surprise as he fell toward her, just barely catching himself as his hands slammed against the mattress.
Unable to completely comprehend what was going on, Shadowmoon only stared down at Ulric's head, his thick hair falling toward her, nearly tickling the skin of her neck until a earth-shattering pain suddenly filled her body, her voice giving way to a massive cry as Ulric shoved himself inside of her, his own lips giving way to a sudden outcry of whining as though such a sensation was too much for even him to bear.
Tears began to well up beside Shadowmoon's eyes before Ulric's hips suddenly began to jerk toward her, in an out, his body in such maelstrom of primal energy that his instincts took over, his pelvis shoving against hers as she cried out with every stroke, her throat drying out from her repeated yelps of pain from the unexpected pressure nearly blowing a hole through her body.
Ulric's head buried itself into her chest, his breathing so furious that the steam from his breaths began to mark a damp spot atop Shadowmoon's shirt, his teeth suddenly biting at the soft fabric as his panting turned into muffled cries of his own pain as the muscles in his hips began to cramp and pull at him, yet he couldn't bear to stop, the hot, luscious coils within Shadowmoon almost sucking him back in with each heave of his waist.
Slowly, Shadowmoon's cries of anguish turned into sultry groans as her body surrendered itself to the foreign sensation that went of pulverizing her insides to melting them. Her hands forcibly grabbed at tufts of Ulric's hair as she lifted her head to meet his scalp, drying her tears while also muting the groans from her own body as they began to crescendo. She could feel the chiseled, ribbed chest of Ulric as it glided across her chest with every thrust, eventually working her shirt up to her chest, the imprint of his muscular frame along her stomach only adding to the power he wielded over her at this moment. She had dominated him so easily just moments ago, yet in a sudden twist, he was now holding dominion over her. It was a feeling that left her breathless, her body heating up even further, Ulric's movements becoming even smoother as her insides melted away into honey that sloshed with every shove.
Shadowmoon's body began to quake impetuously, a massive feeling rumbling inside of her as Ulric's panting breathing hotter and hotter air through her shirt and at her skin, his body leaving no room within her for any relief from the mass of nerves shocking all the way up her body, unto every inch, all the way up to her mind. Her body welled up one final time before she was met with the indescribable sense of orgasm, her body seizing up as pleasure overflowed from within her, her insides coiling up even tighter, forcing her nerve to burst even more forcefully as Ulric suddenly let out a progressive groan from the sensation, his body frantically hunting down its own release as Shadowmoon's body began to fold on along his length, his yelping immediately turning into a loud, prolonged, bestial gasp as he made one final shove inside of her, his body quivering mindlessly, right into a state of blankness, surrounded only by nothing more than what his body felt.
As he released everything he had into her, Shadowmoon grunted, pulling her handfuls of his hair into her face as her eyes squinted open, staring into the wild forest of hair as tears fell down her cheeks, her body full of nothing else but this man. Ulric's breathing returned as desperate breaths as he tried to pull away, Shadowmoon relinquishing her control over his hair as he pushed himself up to his knees, though as he did, his placement slipped and he suddenly fell to the floor, helplessly, with a loud thud. He simply laid there, lazily, as he collected his breath, feeling nothing more than euphoria; even the animal within him having ceased its assault on his senses as his body slowly worked its way toward relief.
Shadowmoon remained atop the bed, her head rolled back as she tried to rein in her heavy breaths, though to no avail. She quickly relegated herself to simply laying there, staring off into space as she floated somewhere above her own body. She now felt so empty, her body slowly recovering from the rough act, her hands clutching the sheets beneath her as she felt the last vestiges of Ulric's advance leaving her, slowly.
Her mind managed to wander to a thought; a thanks that she needn't worry about having children this early in her life. Though, even without that, a fear crept over her mind. That of how different things would be between these two. How everybody in camp would know something had happened. How she might not be able to make rational decisions any longer.
"It was all to save him," she thought to herself, repeatedly, trying to assure only herself; trying to keep her life intact beyond these next few moments, "Just to save him…"