(There's some erotica in this chapter)

There's something I need to get off my chest while I write in this book, because I've changed in the past year almost to the point I'm no longer recognized as the two-month High Lord of the Paladin order. I cut my hair, my eyes have permanently changed to gold, and I have a sun-kissed tan, and I rarely walk around in full plate anymore. Most of the time I've been wearing the kind of plate that only covers parts of my skin, it feels really good feeling the heat, and the light bronze color my skin has taken has redefined the way I build muscle. I see strength and tone as I look at myself in the mirror, I am strong, beautiful, and when I need to be, intimidating. Since I've been back, I've been taking to certain appetites, I've been trying to indulge in those appetites since I got back to Orgrimmar. These days I've been trying to find a way to cure this itch and let's get one thing straight, I like it a certain way. I think I know what you're thinking, "You should always have it the way you want it, your partner should respect your wishes at all times, and not make any physical, sexual, or romantic advances without your willing, knowing, verbal, and cold sober consent."

If that is your belief, you might just want to put down this book completely because I don't know how I'm going to be able to tell this story of my life without talking about my exploits. I haven't really planned my story structure yet, but it's something I've been repressing for a long time. With the expectation of the people involved with me during the Pandaria Expedition, I haven't been able to talk about the events of what I was doing during those times. For a lot of reasons that are not just non-disclosure. Some of my closest friends haven't been comfortable with what I did, what I was doing, and in my introduction, I know I left gaps where I basically said I didn't want to write about it. Since I can't talk about it, I'm going to try to write about it, because there's a reason why I am the way I am and I know I wrote about the shame that has been thrown at me by Boros, about the way I talk and present myself, and I hear it about a hundred times more from women. However, I choose to ignore it and not give any power to those people. Not one of those statements will ever take even a fraction of an inch in these pages, but you should know, they are said. But also, I know what it feels like to be a prisoner of your own ignorance and I've been on the side of shaming others for opposing my meaningless values. Just know that every sexual innuendo I've made in the past has been a rebellion against the established order. On the other hand, I like to make scandalous statements because when I say them, a lot of people laugh, now I outrank most of those people so I might falsely believe I'm funny, but I make them, nonetheless. Maybe Draves was right and I'm just trying to get attention, but I feel like I'm trying to dig a tunnel out of a prison of ignorance that a lot of people would prefer to stay in. But as I've been rereading that full chapter, I wrote after I wrote my childhood autobiography I remember the force of love. Love was the key that got me out of the darkest places of my life. Aside from the people that were directly involved in bringing me out of those dark places, I think I only told Protecto about what happened to me over the past two years, and he didn't want to hear that story again… It was most likely part of the reason for his extended leave of absence.

So, I don't want to shame anyone that likes a clean, respectful, subservient male that does all the things I just mentioned. There is nothing wrong with anyone wanting a caring, giving, selfless lover, but it's just not something I generally gravitate to. I've been a Highlord and a Pirate Queen. I controlled armies, marched wherever I pleased, and did whatever I wanted. It is relieving to have someone else control me, to surprise me. To decide what would please me and what wouldn't, and my lovers should know that.

What does that have to do with my defection, and the things I learned as a spy that I'm not supposed to talk about? The simple answer is… is… it's

I can't…

Okay Perfectia… Just lead into it…

You know that I don't make the Paladin order look traditional or stereotypical. If anything, I know that these things make me seem like a sick freak with many mental illnesses, that makes the order look bad as a representative, but I'm not the High Lord, I'm just Perfectia Dawnlight, 24 years old. So, focused on the well beings of the self-indulging, vain, narcissistic, closed minded, maniacal, pains in the rear. That is my people, and the perfect allies for the Horde. The Legions gone, kind of knew things would work out though, and I'm glad we won, (not really) but the world once again is on a brink of destruction and this dream I have of living a normal life seems a little far off.

I highly doubt the war will ever be over and even if we stop the planet of Azeroth from cracking open like an egg. My aunt Telavani keeps saying something is coming, he watches, he waits, and he will soon be upon us, when the time is right. It worries me that she says this with so much glee, but she hasn't usually been wrong in her visions, she knew the Ashbringer would crack. All of them have cracked but imagine my surprise when I came back home and saw an Ashbringer on the back of almost every paladin I saw, all claiming the title of Highlord. Some of them were cheaply made though, some of them were broken into pieces barely retaining their form, or reformed into completely different images, and some were corrupted with fel magic. I suppose with the Legion being what it was it shouldn't have just fallen on me to deal with Sargeras by myself, but as it turns out I wasn't needed at all, which is fine. I didn't do anything about Deathwing, and the Draenor campaign made me realize that I don't want to do this my whole life, and this pirate's life is...well.

The feeling of salt spray on my face, the wind whipping by my ears, the gulls screaming overhead, up on deck under the sky, with nothing between you and the horizon. Every dusk and dawn a startling, but breathtaking scene as the sun comes and goes reflecting off the ocean, leaving a trail of gold in its wake, and the sky dyes itself in vivid orange and purples. Also, a gallon of rum and a new shipmate to plunder, sometimes one or two at my beck and call, ready to please any deep-rooted, selfish desire I had. It was like being a queen and now I'm back to this. Trying to desperately find consensual people still obsessed with remedial tasks of skills and war craft.

Men, men with their honor, pride, strength, celibacy, power, I mean what's the point? Life is so so fleeting. Why not throw it on the fire? Don't get me wrong, I like Orgrimmar, it's hot, dingy, and smells like boar droppings baking in the sun, but it's home. There's also a level of honesty in its people, they will rob you blind, but at least they're honest about it. Also, I like a little dirt from time to time and the dirt roads are soft enough to walk around barefooted if you stay off those mechanical goblin contraptions. Also, they seem to be the only Horde capital city that has a functioning navy, so big plus there. The paladin order used to be so important to me, being in those halls of the chant of Light would make me feel so secure, but there was also something missing… bathrooms. I can't believe I was even thinking about putting a bathhouse or a spa in that place, carved into a mountain, cold, dower, everyone so uptight they can't even take a piss. The idea of them walking around disrobed in a steam filled room or enjoying an open-air bath lined with fallen leaves and flower blossoms is beyond farfetched. I really wanted to do it though, but nothing has really changed since I took my first steps there.

Here we go, I'm actually going to write about this… Brace yourself reader. Because it's about to get weird.

I was undercover during the Pandaren expedition, because during my depression after the Lich King died, my eyes turned blue again. However, I had also gained about 90 kilos, because I was literally trying to kill myself with food and alcohol. So Garrosh Hellscream chained me in Ragefire Chasm for six months so I could fast and sweat out everything. During that time, I was usually blind from arcane withdrawal, and I couldn't have solid foods, except this blubber meat that was supposed to keep my jaw strong and teeth intact. I had undead medical doctors checking up on me regularly, checking my teeth, blood pressure, blood sugar levels, and my weight. At first, I was objective, almost begging them to just let me die, the first month of alcohol withdrawal was worse than the mana withdrawal, the headaches, nausea, the cold chill shakes, and the terrifying hallucinations that cause me to scream off the top of my lungs as I recalled the events from Northrend. Everything from there was just manageable and my blindness from withdrawal gave me some time indication that the day was almost over, and I could sleep. I appreciated any company that came… Whether it was Kor'jus to bring me a blended mushroom shake, Whuut that brought me a watered-down mana potion, or Dark Cleric Cecille to check my vitals.

I could pass off as a High Elf if I stopped taking in arcane magic for a few days and just lived off mana potions, and that's when I met Oranio. A tall and muscular Draenei hunter, who could clearly see I was not skilled with a bow or double swords or anything that rangers were supposed to do. I nearly blew my cover when the rangers of the Silver Covenant saw what I couldn't do. While there, he really helped. I was so scared back then that I couldn't use any holy power. Also, without a way to refill from an arcane mana source, the only thing I could do to keep my body from going into shock was that rationed mana potion that I was supposed to take with a drink. A lot of the time my body felt weak not just from a lack of mana, but I had lost a dramatic amount of weight in a short time. Oranio who was a Draenei helped me enough to at least make it look like I knew what I was doing, how to hit a target with an arrow, and how to flurry with double swords and spears, always engaging in one of his masculine displays of strength, dexterity, and most importantly, passionate commitment. Even his hatred for the Horde had me undividedly attentively to his manliness. He said, "Strength has very little to do with accuracy, just remember how to breathe."

One day he told me he likes spending time with me, and he didn't want to leave Dalaran, even though there were no more contracts in Northrend and that maybe I could join the Alliance officially.

I told him no, and that he should go back.

"I may never see you again." Oranio said, infuriated.

I looked away and shook my head, "Zank you for elping me zase past few movs," I smiled through my words. "But it's better if you go back, back to le Alliance." Not making eye contact, trying to sound cold and distant.

He reached out for my arm with concern in his body language, but I didn't look at his face. I pushed away his hand, "Not even a smile and a fond farewell? Or even I'll miss you." Oranio took a deep breath and sighed, "You seem upset."

I shook my head and kept my head down, "I'm not upset, it's better for ze boat of us. I am High Elf, you're Draenei, it would never work." I looked up at his face.

"Melfina you're crying." He stated.

Melfina was my cover name, it wasn't that I didn't feel the same way, the truth was I was extremely attracted to him for months, I just couldn't say anything or the fact that I was reporting to the Sunreavers and every now and then they would send a contractor/adventure to check things in the Silver Enclave. So, I just didn't want to tell him that my actual job was to write reports for Garrosh Hellscream, so members of the Horde would know when the breaks were during the Silver Covenant patrols, but once again I couldn't control my emotions.

He forced me to hug him, I told him to let go of me, and hit him in his chest, I kept saying I was sorry, and that you have to go, and he kept asking what was wrong, he couldn't have gotten the picture that I was trying to make.

One of the other High Elf's showed up while I was upset, "Hey you guys, okay?" Asked in Thalassian.

I pushed him away and tried to gain some composure, I looked at the High Elf that was concerned. "Yes, we're fine. " I spoke back to him in Thalassian. I wiped off my eyes and nose, "Oranio was just telling me zat..." I paused trying to think of the Common word for singular masculine. It began with H. "He was leaving, oui?"

Oranio didn't say anything, I ran away toward the opening in the sewers, the Underbelly, under Dalaran. I heard Oranio start to give chase, I turned around and said, "Just leave me alone, okay?! Go 'ome!"

We were out in public, and I just couldn't be seen hugging him, I needed him to leave. There was another High Elf there, so he didn't chase me. I ran to the end of the Underbelly, right out to the opening that outlooked all the Crystalsong Forest, sat down, and stuck out my feet. It was the place I usually wrote my reports before I needed to turn them in, but I just sat there, taking in the view, trying to calm myself down. I was told that if anyone saw me there with my reports I should jump, but I hope that they knew that I could use a spell that would stop me from getting hurt from a fall like that. A few minutes later I heard the hoofed steps of Oranio, "You're not going to jump, are you?" he asked.

I was glad to see him actually, me and Oranio had been friends for a while, but not in the way me and Protecto were. No, in this version of myself I had to be another person. An eager childlike student willing and excited to learn, I could explain my friendship with Oranio to other people, at least to other High Elves, but what I couldn't explain was the way I admired him. How I cared about the way he felt about me. I looked outward to try to hide my smile and shook my head, "No. Don't be silly."

"You keep saying I should go." Oranio said.

I looked him in the eyes with a blank look this time, nodded my head, and looked back out to the horizon.

"But it seems like you don't want me to." Oranio stated.

I looked down and shook my head, no.

"Did you understand me?" He asked.

I looked at him, nodded, and smiled, "Common is easy to understand but difficult to speak."

He laughed slightly "It's not my first language either. Could you scoot over, I'd like to sit down as well?" He asked.

I scooted over, and he sat down next to me, "Breathtaking view from here." He said as he looked out. "You know I was thinking about learning some Thalassian myself. I've always liked the way it sounded, but I'm a little afraid of it losing its romantic mystery."

I laughed, "Zats true." I said as I looked out to the purple and white trees that littered the forest.

I felt Oranio look at me even though I was looking outward, "So why do you NOT want me to leave?" He asked.

I shrugged, shook my head, and looked downward. "I… um." I was trying to tell him I wanted him to go.

"Did you-..." He paused.

"I understood, yes." I nodded, "You ramble sometimes and sometimes I lose track..."

He nodded and remembered back, "I know... You always smile and nod when I'm talking about something important or aggressive. I can tell I lost you when your expression doesn't change."

I sighed, "I'm sorry."

He shook his head, "It's fine, sometimes I just want to rant. It's better if you don't understand." He shrugged slightly at me, "So why do you want me to go back?"

I slowly looked him in the eyes, and he smiled at me. Finally, I got to hug him.

"Hey." He said as he put his arm around me.

"I'm sorry. I'll miss you, and I'm upset." I said, holding on to him. "I can't go with you, and I can't tell you why."

"You don't trust me, Melfina?" he asked, but I wanted him to call me by my real name. It was really lonely staying under this persona, but I did crave the company.

I leaned away from his embrace, "You shouldn't trust me…" I stated.

"I trust you." He said, as he stood with his back against the opening outside. He put his hoofs on the corner of the opening and held his hands on the top, "Melfina, I'm going to fall if you don't catch me."

I stood up, "Oranio get back in 'ere." I ordered, but he let go and I saw him go backwards, I grabbed him by his leather tunic keeping him from falling, "What ze 'ell do you zink you're doing, you could get yourself killEd."

He held his hands out, holding them outward, only being held by a piece of leather, "You see, I trust you." He laughed and I pulled him toward me. "We must trust one another with our lives if we can trust each other on the battlefield." He said.

"Don't take a stupide risk like zat again," I demanded, "wat if I 'adn't-" Something happened though, maybe his hoofs, maybe he slipped on a rock, but I saw him hit the corner of the opening with a grunt and he started falling. I knew this fall well; it was about a nine second drop. I jumped down face first and saw that he was flipping around like a coin, screaming. Four seconds, I cast a Circle of Protection spell on him, and I saw the clear bubble form around him.

He stopped screaming.

Six seconds later, the vision in my eyes started to go, everything turned white with just a few light grays to make out shapes. Eight seconds, I cast a Divine Protection spell on myself, a golden sphere formed around me in a light hum, I felt myself hit the ground and all I saw was white. I kept my ears open, the amount of mana I've been using was only enough to keep me sustained in this form, but not for casting spells one after the other in such a short time. I couldn't see, so I yelled out for Oranio.

"I'm alive?" I heard him say.

I felt the hard brick ground when I was on all fours as the spell disappeared, "Oranio, are you okay?"

I heard him come closer on his hooves, "Melfina, are you okay?" he asked.

I stood up like there was nothing wrong and I heard him take steps closer to me, "Oranio!?" I asked loudly, "Do you 'ave any-zing to eat or drink!?"

"You don't have to yell; I'm standing right in front of you. No, there's a lake not too far away though, we could drink from there." He stated.

My eyes are always the first thing to go when it comes to arcane addiction, but I knew it was still a few yards away with trees and possible beasts of prey. I reached out and grabbed Oranio's hand clumsily and he held onto it, "Melfina, you're blind?" he asked. "Maybe we should head back up through the teleport device."

I held my hands defensively outward and shook them in front of me, "No, no, no, if you 'unt some-zing nearby zat would be better. It will come back if I get some-zing to eat or drink. I'll be fine." I said jokingly, swatting my hand in front of me.

"Okay." Oranio said, holding on to my hand tighter, "Let's head over to the lake, I should be able to hunt for something for us to eat. I truly regret coming so unprepared, but how did you do that?" He asked.

"Yes, it would 'ave been great to 'ave a... 'ow do you say? For eating outside?" I made a circular gesture with my hand,

"A picnic'?" He answered.

"Yes, is same as Thalassian." I joked, changing the subject, leaning into him more, and I heard him laugh.

"You saved my life, I think. It was you…" he said questionably.

I smiled holding my hand out, "Can we just focus on getting my vision back before we talk about our near life experience, please?" I asked nervously.

When we came to the lake, I heard him go into the water, maybe waist deep and say, "It's fresh." I heard him cup water with his hands and put it in my mouth.

It didn't bring my vision back, but I felt that I could cast Paladin spells if I needed to. "I still need some-zing to eat." I complained.

"Does this sort of thing happen a lot with your people?" Oranio asked.

I tilted my head down and sat down near the water. "I need you to not mention zis to anyone." I stated.

"Why not?" He asked.

I looked at where his voice was coming from, "Can you just trust me please?"

I think he may have nodded his head, but I heard him dive into the water and heard various splashes. Later he put a fish about 3 feet long on my lap. I pulled a knife from my cargo pocket and started scaling and gutting it. I heard Oranio gathered wood for a cooking fire, and he started it up. "Melfina, your eyes are completely whited out." He started while cooking the fish.

I nodded my head, "I know."

"So, you gave your vision to save my life as I was falling?" Oranio asked.

"You could say zat." I stared blankly.

"You didn't have to." He said.

I furrowed my brow, "I couldn't 'ave just let you die. We're friends and… " I could feel his gaze on me, I locked onto it thinking he could see me staring. I took out my hand and felt his strong powerful chest and explored upward toward his face that was inches away from mine. I touched the side of his warm skin, felt those funny tentacles under his chin and I smiled and laughed, "What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm sorry." He said, and I heard him stand up.

I sucked on my lips, and they were burning with heat; my heart was beating in my chest a mile a minute. "Oranio wait, you 'ave some-zing on the side of your face." I said jokingly.

"Oh really, did you feel something?" He asked with concern, I nodded, and I heard him get closer, bend down, and I grabbed him from the tentacles under his chin and pushed my lips against his.

"Yes, it was me." I said with a smile once I removed myself from his lips. That felt like six months of tension finally relieved, and I thought he was going to leave anyway. It couldn't hurt just to let him know how I felt.

Oranio laughed, "I wouldn't feel right taking advantage of a blind girl." He started with a smile I could hear in his voice.

I kissed him again, "But you zought about it." I moved my face toward the fire, "Could you get back to cooking. Zis girl is starving." I said with a smile.

I felt him nod and he moved back to the flame. I smelled the fish burn and reached perfection. He poked two sticks into it and handed it to me. I heard him munch on the fish and as the food went down my throat the colors made their dances and reached into their resting places, giving me my field of vision back. After finishing the meal, I looked over at him and he was shirtless. His big, lean body, and silver-blue coloring created a stunning contrast. I thought about those strong hands touching my pale ivory skin, my golden wavy hair, and my petite proportions. I had never seen them in that light before, they were always the enemy. Oranio was also a great hunter, and I greatly admired his proficiency. I touched his warm skin despite how wet he was and how cold it was outside. He looked at me with a smile, and then a serious look, and then mortified. He backed away from me, taking large panic breaths. I was surprised, but I thought I knew what it was. The cat was out of the bag, my eyes were glowing green again, leaving no doubt of my fel corruption. I put my hands in front of my eyes and saw the glow… It was in fact green. I drew my one-handed broadsword and backed away from him as well, and stood up, sword drawn. "Who are you?" he asked.

He reached forward for his bag, I came closer, and placed my blade under his chin, "Don't." I ordered.

"Who are you?" He asked on his back, backing away from me.

I walked forward, keeping my sword no less than a few inches away from his chin. He looked like a scared child. I stood up proudly, with my chin up, looking down at him, "My name is Perfectia Dawnlight of Dawn Star Village, Paladin extraordinaire, and ally of the Warchief's Horde, and you… " I paused.

'You are in impingement to my plans', is what I was going to say, but I couldn't keep up the façade. A sharp stabbing pain hit me in the middle of my chest, and it made an acid-like burning feeling fill my lungs and throat. I was crying, and as my tears filled my field of vision. I tried to look forward and shook my head, but I ended up wiping my face with my sword arm.

He lunged past me for his bag and pointed a hand size pistol at me, he stood up.

I heard him take deep breaths. I looked at him shaking like a leaf,

"Go 'ed." I looked at him with tears in my eyes, and looked away, "I'm Horde, I'm ze enemy, I'm a spy, every-zing I told you 'as been lie."

He shook his head, "No, that's not true." I saw a strain of tears go down his eyes, "WHY DID YOU SAVE ME?! WHY RISK ALL OF THIS?!"

I stopped, looked away, and recalled my thought process, "You were someone to 'elp me fit in with zase rangers better, I never 'eld a bow or 'eld sword in my left 'and in my life. I was using you, I just made a lot of stupid mistakes, I couldn't keep my emotions in check." I shrugged, sniffed, and wiped my face again.

"It wasn't all a lie, you didn't want me to leave." He shook his hand that was holding the pistol.

"OF COURSE I WANTED YOU TO LEAVE!" I yelled, "Don't you get it, I never wanted any of zis. But one of us is going to leave 'ere alive and one of us is going to die."

He shook his head, wiped his face with his free hand, "It doesn't have to be like that."

"Your Alliance, and I'm Horde, nothing can change zat, zat's just ze way za world is!" I yelled.

Oranio shook his head slightly, he looked down, and threw his pistol in the water.

I dropped my sword on the ground and rushed myself into his embrace, kissing him, and holding him in between my legs. He laid me down on my back, kissing the sides of my neck. I managed to open my eyes through the experience, somewhat nervous that someone could be passing by. My whole life I never so much as kissed anyone and now I was doing something the paladin order would be against and I was doing it somewhat in public. The tension put a sick feeling in my stomach of being exposed but melted away as tingles on my skin from the rain of kisses that fell on my neck and ears. I looked to the lake, and it sparkled, pinks, greens, and purples reflecting off the aurora borealis in the sky, nothing but the trees and wildlife. I felt somewhat at ease as I realized that we were in fact alone.

"What's wrong?" He asked in concern.

"I've never done zis before." I stated.

Oranio had a sympathetic look on his face, "You're a virgin?" He asked.

I looked away from him and nodded my head, "I've never even kissed anyone. I'm not bad at it, am I?"

He laughed and pressed his forehead against mine, "No, you're wonderful. It's just... Most elves I have met are over a hundred."

I shook my head, "I'm only 20. I'm sorry if zat bothers you, it's just, 'zere 'asn't really been a lot of time for boyfriend. It bothers some of my kin, I should still be a child.``

He looked me up and down from the top of me, "You don't look like a child to me and 20 is still too long to wait to receive a kiss." He said and put a shallow kiss on my lips.

I stood up on my hands and rear, looked into his beautiful glowing blue eyes, and saw the glow of green I made on his skin from my eyes.

"It's just, all those things I said. Like, 'those traitorous mana suckers' or 'damn those savage Horde'. I didn't think about how I was making you feel. I hope I didn't make you sad." I saw him look down, "Forgive me."

I touched the side of his face, "I 'aven't felt lonely in a long time, I was 'appy, because you were always beautiful to me." I kissed him.

Oranio half smiled and sighed. "And so are you." He stood up, jumped into the water, and stayed under there for a little while and came up. He shook his head - his hair was wet and loose, unlike its usual kempt appearance. "Perfectia." He shouted while swimming on the surface of the water. "Let's just get away from all this."

"From la Horde?" I asked, thinking back. I walked into the water, and he looked at me.

"Yeah. That's right." He swam to the side of me and emerged from the water, dripping wet, taking steps slowed by the weight of the water. He raised his arms over his head, showing... everything. His full, weighty chest, his flat, fit stomach, his generous muscles, showing off his thick arms and neck, and of course between his legs... for the first time the thing I couldn't take my eyes off of. The water had sealed his pants against his skin, so it wasn't well hidden. It wasn't erect, but even slumbering, it was large enough to make my mouth water... and when he saw me and maybe even felt me staring at it, it didn't slumber so soundly anymore. "Perfectia?"

I looked up at him. "Huh?"

"My eyes are up here."

I giggled gleefully, but still a little bit in shock and awe.

"Let's forget about the Horde and the Alliance." He looked up at me and he was about a foot in the water, on the shallow end, "You know, let's just forget about this war. What do you say Perfectia?"

I looked down on the water and thought about all the things I had done, how I've almost completely devoted my life to justice and personal revenge, but I did like the idea. "I'd like that…" I shrugged and paused. "Don't you zink your people wouldn't approve?"

I saw him smile, "There are a few people that would be delighted by the idea. Do you have any family that will come along?" Oranio asked.

I looked down and thought, "My auntie would say yes. But Protecto."

"I can make him understand, Perfectia. If he cares about you…"

I interrupted him, "No, I'll tell him. He's, my dragon." I stepped into the water and swam about, the water was cold, but I adjusted to the temperature. I looked over at him, neck deep in the water, "What will we do if we turn our backs on the Horde and Alliance?"

He thought back, "Argus, we can go back to Argus." I looked at him inquisitively and thought about how that whole planet was ravaged by the Burning Legion. "No, not that one, let's go to the Caverns of Time and see if they could take us to Argus, maybe even before it fell to the Legion."

I smiled and came closer to him.

"You have no idea how beautiful our home world was, there are so many stadium size buildings. Animals, tree's, parks."

"Horses?" I asked in excitement. "Do they race!?"

He laughed like it was so obvious, "Of course, it was a regular attraction, thousands of people come to see races."

I walked closer to him, "I could bring Lucy, she would be ze fastest mare out zere."

He smiled, "Of course."

I dreamt up the fantasy, "I could ride Elekks too, maybe even breed race Elekks myself. Every year training up for zat next big tournament."

"Don't forget show jumping, polo, and jousting." He added.

I held my hands in excitement, smiling at the thought. "I would train all of my mounts, making zem the best show ponies in Argus." I paused, "But what would we do after that, zough?" I asked.

He shrugged, "We would go into our house to eat and listen to live music. We would be dressed in fine clothes and trade insults at passing by." I laughed at that, "I would tell everyone how beautiful and exotic my alien wife was. I think you would charm everyone with that accent you have."

"You would be ze envy of every noble woman on ze planet." I stated with a smile.

He looked up at the sky, "Every night we'd watch the rose-colored sunset over the planes and all the different colors of stars and watch them disappear in the morning." He thought back, "Argus is really beautiful."

"It sounds like a wonderful place, zat I'd like to see." I smiled but looked downward.

"Then we should make our way to the Caverns of Time, right now. There has to be some way." He grabbed my hand while I was in the water, but I pulled it away.

"I can't… " I held my eyes closed tightly, but tears were falling down my face. I held my hand in front of my face, "I can't go wiz you." I couldn't hold it in anymore. I knew it was just a stupid fantasy, and I wanted to keep pretending like it was possible but I knew it wasn't.

He came close to me, but I couldn't meet his gaze. I kept my eyes closed and felt him touch my shoulders, "Perfectia." It felt good for him to use my name, some of this pain went away. I looked up into his eyes, trying to keep myself from crying. I looked up at his face, there was this look of serious optimism, like everything was going to be fine. He placed his hand on my back, leaned forward, and kissed me.

It came as a bit of a shock as his lips pressed against mine but this painful feeling I was having was almost completely replaced with an electricity that came through me. He leaned me back so that my head was on the sand, on the corners of the water still locked in kisses. My stomach was full of butterflies, I was so nervous and shaking at the anticipation of the fact that he was going to be my first. My heart was racing to the point it was a little concerning and I was trying to control my breathing to calm myself down, "We don't have to do this, if you don't want to." He said as he looked down on me.

He was on top of me shirtless and his muscles flexed as he held his own body weight up. I thought to myself that I would feel like a royal idiot if I let this moment pass me by, where I found myself was an impossibility I never thought possible, but there I was. Someone like him wanted someone like me, but I was still really nervous, "Is it going to 'urt?" I asked as I felt my cheeks turn red.

He stood up on his knees smirking slightly as I was shying away from his gaze holding my own arm. He put his hand on my hip, and I looked up at his face shyly, "Maybe we shouldn't." He looked around himself, "Not here, not like this."

I shook my head in a slight panic as I looked up into his eyes. I leaned forward and I pulled him closer so that he was on top of me again. I put my hands down his back, feeling his warmth, and rips on his back. I made my way down the small of his pants and slowly tried to pull them down.

It came as a bit of a shock to him, "Don't treat me like a child." I finally said. Our bodies were both completely submerged in water for as cold as it was, but my body accepted his warmth. I removed the rest of his pants, he came in between my legs, and he locked a passionate kiss on me feeling his tongue go down my mouth, I felt his hand round my body and down the cheek of my rear and his crotch bulging against me, feeling the pressing of his manhood against the thin piece of leather that kept us from joining.

It tickled me this time and made me breathe in and laugh. I held on to him from under his arms and held onto his shoulders.

He put his forehead on mine and pressed up against me again, gentle this time, "You are so beautiful." He said to me,

Heat rushed in my cheeks. No one had ever called me beautiful before, but I wanted him to call me something else.

He unlaced my leather tunic, and all I could do was feel his strong hands caressing each recess of my body, from my waist to my wide thick hips. Then cupping both of my breasts, massaging them, lifting them, pressing the firm flesh with his hands as his thumb lightly flicked across my nipples. I shuddered when he rubbed the hypersensitive area of my chest. I thought, was I making this too easy? Was there really no turning back at this point? He was looking down at me almost completely naked and I wasn't even putting up a fight to hide my shame. I felt his tip press hard against me, hit my womanhood, it was hotter than before, and I let out a high-pitched grunt.

"I'm sorry." He apologized.

I swallowed my nervousness and shook my head in reassurance. Knowing full well that there was no fight to be had, because I wanted him, and a storm of pleasure was already brewing below. I lifted my hips and took off my pants.

"Perfectia?" He said, slightly confused.

But I lost my nerve, when I was finally mostly naked, I kept my legs closed. I couldn't imagine him seeing that fleshy, open part of me, and liking what he saw. I closed my unbuttoned tunic and shook my head, feeling humiliated that I could be so brazen, "I-I don't zink I can do zis." I reached for my pants, but he glided on top of me, shaking his head no, and I held a tight fist holding onto my pants, my legs tightly closed, and he brought his face close to mine for another kiss and he tried to spread my legs out. "No, stop, I can't." I said sadly, turning away from his kiss as I strongly held my legs together.

He pushed me on my back and even though I couldn't keep my legs together with my arms I kept them together with my leg muscles. He put both of my calves on his shoulder, held my legs, and put his throbbing member in between my legs. I looked up at him in wonder and confusion if this would actually work? But I also wondered was that titanic blue phallus really supposed to fit inside me? Slippery stretchy discharge painted it from my exposed womanhood, causing it to twitch and clench in protest, leaving me in a shaking panic as I knew exactly where I was in my fertility cycle. However, I looked up at his smiling and ecstasy filled face with curious wonder at this display of courting. Almost upside-down, I laid there with my head and shoulders resting on the ground, my lower body high above me.

I saw him breathe in deeply as he pressed and pressed, gliding his long bulbous blue genitalia closer on the outside of my labia and seeing it stick out between my legs. I felt like nothing more than an instrument to play, his shaft being the bow, and I, the cello, trembling and singing in high pitched keys as he glided sweetly and gracefully. Each slippery thrust in between my legs sent a shudder through my helpless body. And played me, he did. I finally parted my legs nervously feeling my soaked entrance take in a chill that caused me to shutter. Making me desperately want to feel his warmth. I anticipated his next move, and his body came forward in between my legs and his warmth returned to me as our stomachs touched. Whatever exertion he was feeling during that first display of courting, his mahogany scented musk entered my tastebuds desperate to taste his tongue and lips. Oranio leaned forward as he closed his eyes, slowly putting his soft lips on mine, feeling the rough stubble on my soft, ivory, porcelain like skin. I smiled as he nuzzled me with his nose, feeling the texture of his skin and those tentacles falling on the skin of my neck. He gently pushed me back, so we were both on solid ground and held me fast by my collar bone. I saw that strong, lean, shining torso reach down and grab himself, taking short shallow breaths as he anticipated dropping his weight in me. I felt it pushing against me, not penetrating yet, but I wondered would he really? Could he really? Was that kind of thing supposed to fit? Was this kind of thing supposed to happen with our kind, we were literally from different worlds, and he was thicker than I expected. I glanced down at him pressing against me and bit my lip, I whispered the words 'no' several times as he rubbed me in circles, as I expected it to hurt.

I remember leaning forward and holding him by his chest, tonguing the words, 'stop' as I felt terrified if my labia could even open up to accommodate his girth, but his phallus had found just the right angle to quickly lodge into my insides and I was terrified that if he just quickly thrusted in with is hips, he would put me into a mountain of pain. So, I put my hands on his hard abs and whispered 'please' several times. Back then, I was contracting in my insides from fear as I felt every pulse and push of his knob like a battering ram sieging a castle door, but my body seemed to know what was about to happen, I was getting wetter from every pulse and small push in my entrance, welcoming him. Then that first part of my skin spread over his tip, it made him groan as part of my skin and wetness spread over it and the short shallow breaths that were making my body shake in panic were also tensing my arm muscles making me lose strength to hold him back. It made an odd squelching sound as moisture made contact with flesh. I looked in wonder and excitement as the pressure he was applying was stretching and spreading me out, "What are you…?" I asked in a trembling voice. I wondered if this meant I wasn't a virgin anymore or did he need to be able to fit in all the way in? But I was being penetrated a little and I still felt stubbornly rigid as I felt like I was being pried open. It certainly looked too big to fit.

Terror soon gave way to pleasure as I felt his throbbing bulbous knot bring new foundations of extreme sensitivity and my short, scared, and ragged breath finally changed into a satisfied moan. "Oh?" I felt my whole body tighten, but not from fear, just surprise and confusion as those pulses and little pushes made my spine tingle pleasantly as he spread me out a little more. His girthy tip that was inside me was swelling larger than I thought I could ever manage as he invaded... stretching the dampening flesh, stimulating the hypersensitive areas, so much that it caused me to breathe out from every little push. I leaned back, and looked into his eyes, mouth agaped as each little push caused me to breathe out, and spread my legs open as far as I could stretch them with my hands, and I consciously told myself that this hole was supposed to stretch to give birth to a child. I wanted this to happen, and tried to expect whatever pain was about to happen just to get him inside me. He was slow and gentle, but it still felt like it was too big to fit. Suddenly, it shrank, and I felt it wrapped around something else. "It's in… What did you… what did you do?" I looked downward wide-eyed when I realized he was mostly all the way in and there was no denying it now. I wasn't a virgin anymore.

"Are you okay?" He asked concerningly.

I looked at him shocked and surprised. Then I nodded and smiled when I felt him inside me, and his beautiful heat traveled up my torso and every subconscious pulse of his member tingled me, making me involuntarily moan out pleasantly. I laughed slightly in joy that Oranio was finally inside me, I felt a sense of relief and accomplishment, that I was able to do something that I was so nervous, ashamed, and simply too terrified to do. I was deeply attracted to Oranio long before our interconnection and I think he felt the same way about me and for all the fear and doubt that that thick long member would be able to make it in, he finally slid into me perfectly snug.

He smiled back at me as he looked down at us joined, "Perfectia… Should we stop here?" He whispered.

"Does it not feel good?" I asked.

He shook his head, "No, that's not the case."

I nodded, "Then please…don't stop. I want to make you feel even more… and comfort you.." I whispered back at him, eye's half shut, taking in the image of the strong manly body that had gently implanted himself inside me, the man that invaded me, and the man that took my virginity. I could see every muscle in his arms and chest straining, coiled tight. I am so grateful that that moment was so unprecedentedly delightful, as I know that for most women it is often traumatic, awkward, regretful, or at the very least, painful. It was just the head, but my whole body was shaking and hot. I was touching parts of his face, chest, and neck to show him that I was pleased that he fit so well, and I wasn't in any pain. He moved slightly back, and it felt like my labia was trying to keep him inside. It made me moan softly and I felt my body was covered in goosebumps.

He moved forward slowly with his hips, and I felt his tip spreading my insides, taking the shape of him. The friction sent tingles up my spine, but it felt more like celebratory sparks. His length being a little bit less than half of an arrow but longer than a crossbow bolt, he moved slowly deeper into me. It was going all the way in, and I wondered, was it supposed to glide along the walls like that? Is it supposed to feel like that? I tense slightly out of some fear and wonder if I may or may not be able to take all of him inside me, but I couldn't keep focus.

It was stewing inside me, twitching and throbbing, I wondered, is it supposed to be so hot? Nobody told me it would be so hot. I wondered if that was normal. Was this normal? Well, we were different races, enemy races, literally from different planets. Blood Elf and Draenei. This joining most likely had never taken place but if they ever did, was a Draenei's member supposed to be this hot?

I knew we were enemies but the whole thing felt unbearably idiotic, and I couldn't imagine it being any other way at that moment. I felt loved and beautiful, and I wanted him to feel even half as wonderful as I did at that moment.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly. I wrapped my legs around him as well, I arched my back against the sand, lifted my hips high, and led the member deep towards my womb as he pushed it deep inside. I closed my eyes and tensed, felt his warmth building and building, his intense heat passing into me, so much of him sank in and he was deep. Impossibly deep. So far inside me that I could feel nothing else but his pulsating hardness as it drove through my snug tissue. I was expecting pain but there wasn't. I just felt purpose, unity, completion, and most of all, safety, as though I was being thrown into a world where only me and Oranio existed.

I saw him look down at us joined in panic, "Oh my Light, Perfectia, you're bleeding." I looked down and there was a string of blood coming from me..

That fear hormone was fading, but it was still present, and I shook my head at him. "It doesn't 'urt." I moaned, leaning my head forward and pressing my forehead against his, "Please keep going." I said half crazed with fear and half drunk on desire.

He wrapped his arms around me keeping his face close to mine, thrusting into me slowly, as though he wanted to savor every moment. We looked into each other's eyes, and he gyrated his hips, but he occasionally came down for a deep tongue kiss. He moaned out my name in ecstasy, and I loved it when he said it. I writhed in the sand, my hair splayed, both of my hands rubbing and exploring the strong heavy body on top of me.

I lost track of time. All I knew at that moment was the best I've felt in my life. I stared up at his towering figure that looked at me. The sight of his strong naked muscular blue skin body toned and glistening from water and sweat silhouetted over me sent me into convulsions of shakes and shudders. I watched him moving... Invading me, mouth agape with every thrust, blue glowing eyes looking back into mine filled with ecstasy, occasionally calling out my name, and I was loving every second of it. I felt him twitching inside of me, and I heard struggling grunts come out of his voice. I wondered if he was getting close in such a short amount of time. I suppose I would have been okay with that, since it was my first time, but that's not what happened.

His hands dug through sand from under me and gripped me tightly around the cheeks of my rear. I gritted my teeth as it hurt a little but in a good way, almost like a strong massage that sent tingles and goosebumps up my spine. My eyes crossed involuntarily, and I groaned and moaned hoarsely as his strong fingers tickled into the muscles of my rear. I couldn't believe these sounds were coming out of my mouth. I was trying so hard to stay quiet and breathe in through my teeth. I nodded my head at him wide-eyed and mouth agape, "I like zat..." I tried to say quietly, but it came out louder than I expected, "...keep doing zat, please!"

He clenched his teeth, breathed in air through them, and he looked back at me for what seemed like enraged. Grabbed one of my legs and strongly tossed it to the side. Leaving me laying on my shoulder and hip. He fell out of me and the sudden emptiness in my stomach only made the pleasure more intense, but I could still feel his shape. I bucked my hips, looking to rub against something. With increased poignancy, I stood up with my hands and knees, called out his name, and reached for his member, but he grabbed me strongly and savagely until I was on my knees, chest, and face as I waited for him.

That moment finally came and in my defencelessness, he plunged back inside me taking advantage of my desperation. The way he penetrated me felt completely different. I barely perceived the change that caused me to throw my head back and suck in air through my teeth - not from pain but from the intensity of the sensation. I whined upward putting both hand over my mouth and the other at the back of his neck as his member snuggled itself in my walls like a pair of new gloves as it went in even deeper than when I was on my back, and I felt it touch the deepest part of me forcing my hips to shake and quiver. This was my limit and I think he knew it. He stopped suddenly and moved his hips side to side still feeling his tip brush that deep part of me. He held onto my torso strongly and below my navel, relieving some of the tension and unwinding my muscles. He breathed into my ear from the side of my face, "I can feel myself, does that hurt?" He whispered in my ear.

I shook my head, and I touched the area and felt it too, "I'm scared… It's so deep, Oranio." I said in a few short shallow breaths as he grinded side to side from inside me. I turned my face to him.

He leaned forward with his head, and we kissed as deeply as we could in that position. Within a groove my lips and tongue wanting to feel his, I felt him suck on my tongue and lip, as we swapped and swallowed one another's saliva. I returned the favor and occasionally I saw a string of saliva in between us as our lips and tongues chased after each other. Over and over our tongues entwined, exchanging bodily fluids while our lower bodies met in pleasure as he kept his hips grinding but not thrusting.

He placed his head near mine, so his mouth was close to my ear, "It won't hurt if you relax… But tell me if it hurts and I'll stop."

I nodded my head, and he started thrusting again. I felt a strong tickling feeling every time he touched that deep part of me. I was staring forward but I was trying to concentrate on relaxing like he told me and focused on my breathing, glad that it was stopping short of causing damage. It did feel wonderful, and he did go slow, but I was extremely embarrassed that with every thrust, he made a high pitch muffled yelp come out of me as I tried to keep quiet by putting my hand over my mouth. Eventually, as my anxiety passed, my staggered breathing interspersed into less embarrassing moans. But I didn't want him to stop, so I arched my back, held one hand over my mouth, and the other on the small of Oranio's neck. We managed to look into each other's eyes while my body was upright in front of him. His thrust grew smoother, easier to manage, and I found myself gasping more from pleasure and not stress and panic. With his hands, he explored my body, cupping my breast and circling areas of my tummy. He grabbed my hand that was covering my mouth and forced me to put it on my womanhood. "Here." He looked into my eyes and slowed his pace.

I shook my head at him, "No… someone… will… 'ear me." I panted between sweaty thrust, my tone hiking in volume each time he poked my cervix.

He put a shallow kiss on my lips, and I felt him grip both cheeks of my rear, it caused a shockwave to go through me, and threw myself forward on all fours moaning outward hoarsely. My breath left out of me in great heaves as his member sawed savagely deep in and out of me, as he pressed me down on my lower back and mounted me doggy-style. At first, I felt great passion and caring in his lovemaking, but for then, I was finally feeling his selfish lust and desire for me. He stopped being my selfless guide into copulation and now he was using my body, abusing my flesh. I thought about holding my breath or clenching my teeth to keep myself from screaming but I already felt myself go lightheaded when I missed an exhale when he thrusted in. My breath eventually synchronized with his deep thrust that kissed my cervix, but every exhale was a loud open-mouthed moan, groan, or cry, powered by the tingling electricity that came in like crashing waves every thrust. I felt like I was losing my mind as he picked up his pace. I lost track of time as my cheeks were deliciously massaged. I felt strange, I never felt like that before, and if there was any pain I don't think I could have anthemed the word, but I felt alive.

I faintly heard knocks, groans, and grunts come out of him as he seemed to be losing his composure as well. As he started to pound me at an alarming pace, not giving me time to adjust my breathing, and cramming his lengthy appendage as far as he could reach with each rapid lurch. I reached for sand and that helped me repress some of the moaning and some of the subconscious squirming and quivering my body was doing from oversensitivity, but I was completely at his mercy. Incapable of fighting back, I tossed my head around feebly, gasping faster and faster as the pleasure built, but feeling a little humiliated as those rapid squelching sounds before every ring of penetration from our reproductive organs. I wanted him to destroy my virgin flower, and he was doing it.

At first, I was trying so hard to contain my moans, but soon I was crying out, giving off undignified shameless wails, like I was venting confusion, arousal, and helplessness to the world. I couldn't focus on anything but what my body was doing. My vision blurred, my whole body subconsciously flexed and at that moment nothing existed except making love on all fours as his body was taking me to heaven. I screamed in my native tongue so as not to accidentally month out the words 'It hurts'. He reached around me and strongly pulled me closer to him, "You're getting so tight, but I want to see your face."

I nodded and he flipped me on my back forcefully and sank back into me fast. Still trying to hold and squeeze my rear as we were in this position where my back was arched, and my legs were wrapped around him. Breathing hard he pressed his fingers and thumb around my face hard, massaging areas of my jaw, and removing some of the sand that was on my face. I saw the view we started in, and my mind buzzed in delight seeing how beautifully savage he looked as he tirelessly thrusted into me faster, and more intense by the second.

He watched me with wild eyes. Hungry eyes. I knew things were never going to go back to the way they were before - my heart, my body... they all belonged to Oranio now, I thought.

He started to grind it inside of me, twisting my insides around him while he stirs me up with his member. He brought his hand down onto my collarbone and neck and leaned forward over to speak with me. Despite being face to face, he still breathed ferally, and I couldn't work up the strength to control the depth of my penetration at all. "Perfectia, I can't hold it in anymore. Can I cum inside you?"

Receiving his seed for the first time? I was filled with anxiety and anticipation as I thought about it but not like before... It was a very clear and risque invitation. I didn't know what could start growing in my tummy, but a vision of something, no, someone beautiful entered my mind. Despite the reality of what could truly happen... it was wrong... it shouldn't have happened... and perhaps, because of all that... I looked down at us, joined, then up at his body, then finally in his eyes and I nodded, yes. I held onto him as tightly with my arms and legs as I could and put my mouth next to his ear. "Please, cum inside me." I whispered. "I want you to make me pregnant."

Something obviously primitive happened in his mind when I gave him permission to breed me, he pushed me down with both hands and held me tightly by holding my arms down as he thrusts his hips powerfully forward and down, driving his manhood into me at full bore as his blind lust that made him more powerful as his passion arose. I felt it swelling, rhythmic pulsing as his member grew more powerful, burgeoning and stretching me out against my hyper-sensitive vaginal canal with new levels of masculine passion, rutting into me with long, potent I felt it get a little fatter as I felt him start coming. Like the blood in his member was rapidly circulating liquid under his skin, as he thrusted rhythmically. Pulling me into him from the top of my hips to get a strong firm grip pushing in as deep as he could.

An unfamiliar heat built in my loins, and his relentless mating made my entire pelvic area feel better and better, the sensation of his manhood was unmistakable and unavoidable... I was reaching my peak, and even though I was a virgin, he was going to make me do it while impregnating me. I gripped him tightly with my legs, my begging moans climbing alongside my ecstasy that caused my orgasm to rip out of the clearing in a great triumphant shout while he continued to bottom out and force it out of me. He made me come and I twitched and curled my toes. Then, I fell backwards, an extremely oversensitive feeling so great I couldn't make a coherent vowel come out of my mouth as Oranio continued to ravish me right through my orgasm.

I made eye contact. When I looked into his eyes and saw that look of desperation and purpose, I knew that no matter how much I twisted and struggled, I wouldn't be able to free myself. I wasn't sure if he knew or even cared that I peaked harder than I've ever had in my life. He just seemed ready to blast my insides with his own jelly, staring me in the face with a primal desire.

The scared tension caused my vaginal muscles to cramp harder than before... Being bred by a Draenei was proving to be an ordeal. I was trying to relax them, but his rigged manhood was stirring my body up in a way that I couldn't stop it, as if it knew it was about to be violated.

And Oranio was no longer capable of thought, he didn't possess any other feeling beyond the pure desire to ejaculate into my sodden interior. I sensed the contentment of his manhood through the subtle vibrations as it ravaged my insides, there was real passion then, for we were engendering the spark of life. I gave him that invitation and he planned on using it, what little brain he had left in those moments of primitive, animalistic, instinct, one thing remained clear, he would come to enjoy implanting his seed by using my fertile tender virgin flower as a tight wet pleasure sleeve. I felt so much tremendous unyielding strength holding me and manipulating me as one might a rag-doll, powerless to resist this creature's invasion, but I felt myself wiggling under this monster, gasping in time with his pumps. I wondered if any woman in the history of the world had been laid like this before, as my body shuddered and even as I attempted to close my legs, so maybe he would give me a moment of respite, my wiggling torso only seemed to ignite his passion for me as he just dug in deeper. I squeezed his strong pectoral muscles, my nails digging into his muscular flesh, trying to push away some of the strain of oversensitivity, trying to tongue out the words, 'stop' or 'no', but all that was coming out was uncontrolled animalistic panting moans that only seemed to fuel his insatiable lust for my insides. He didn't care if I was pleased or not and his thrust accelerated as my moisture grew. In a way, we mirrored each other locked in mutual animalistic, uncontrolled ecstasy. My eyes widened and my mouth fell open from a stunning moment, I moaned as I couldn't speak. My legs kicked; my buttocks dragged on the soft turf. I laid on the ground clenching my fist tightly, shaking my head from side to side, straining around from the hot sensation as I exerted every last bit of strength and energy I had against him, but it was no use, he had me, and all I could do was moan my heart out and let him take what he wanted. I listened to him gritting through his teeth as well. Each time his member drove its way into my hungry awaiting womb, I felt my writhing innards undulating with contortions, alive twisting flesh as my birthing canals subconsciously gripped around the thrusting appendage squeezing and massaging from each side until it had grown long and engorged enough to puncture past my willing cervix. That feeling of oversensitivity caused me to fall backwards, grip the sand with both hands, and lift my pelvis from the floor like I had been struck with electricity sending jolts of eye rolling pleasure up my spine. That living thing in between his legs, squirmed and thrashed in wild abandon, making me buck my hips back into him in rhythm of his thrusting, making me move to its every will, making me give it the deepest purchase I could muster, and making me realize that I would act as his bearer of impassioned assault, entering me until he was completely satisfied. Again, and again his cock ravaged against those hypersensitive areas, I could feel something painfully triggering in me as the parts of my birthing canals were stimulated, not where he was thrusting, but some kind of sharp pain on the right side of my tummy started cramping. I held it with both hands trying to relieve the pain and it caused my cervix to open up like a hungry mouth, suckling and clenching the crown, milking his length to extract the precious seed contained therein.

Oranio couldn't hold back a second longer. There was a deep gushing noise as he launched into his orgasm, prepping great volumes of cream through his swelling phallus

My feet kicked outwards as I let loose a howl as he punched into my womb stretching my body as he started to come inside me.

Oranio made a loud tumultuous roar as though one big orgasm thrashed into me with the strength of a raging river, shaking the very foundation of his existence, and stopping momentarily before exploding inside me, making my vision blur, my tongue lash out, and push all the air from my lungs. With one last thrust I felt every inch of Oranio's manhood stiffen as it rammed me, brimming with so much cum that I wondered if his glans were painfully swollen as he sent his first volley of hot thick congealed ooze well into my uterus and a little in both of my fallopian tubes. I felt that first hot blast of dense cream hit my womb painfully like a strong flick.

The second volley hit me like a battering ram, and before I had time to mount a defense, the siege of Draenei sperm had already breached it. Making my toes curl. It was such a thorough insemination that I was already picking out baby names suitable for a half-Draenei-Elf.

He shouted several more times commandingly as if he were trying to order his body to fill me with as much mangravy as he possibly could. Pushing himself over his own pain threshold and oversensitivity was like he was trying to desperately lift something that was too heavy. I bared the gravity of his pulsing; gushing phallus and I could feel his hot seed inside me like the heart of a furnace. The wet slick sounds of our fornication took a harmonious tone on top of our moaning, grunting, screams of ecstasy as that last thrust drove me literally over the edge of my mind, because something happened that has never happened to me before.

My mind released its grip on reality and sent adrenaline coursing through my body. I remember being overfilled, but those strong arms that wrangled me were so powerful and full of muscle, while in my belly the fire of an orgiastic fire burned. His dominant hand traveled down my wet slippery frame and held one of my breasts, keeping me pinned as my body spasmed beyond my control and tightening his grip on my writhing body and as he buried himself deep. Feeling my body lose itself, strugglingly clawing, growling, and roaring incoherently like a chained animal. I felt electricity fire through my tender flesh mixed with unadulterated adrenaline, making every inch of my skin tingle with the primal understanding that I had just been bred by this mountain of muscle that held me down. Now I didn't hate him in any way shape or form but there was a strong urge to bite, claw, and kill that monster that had me pinned down. Through reded vision I looked up and saw a similar look staring down at me, that said, "Stay there." His beautiful manly dominance over me was so complete, so undeniable that I could only sigh.

The rage eventually subsided and when I looked up at my captor with pleading eyes, I wordlessly told him, I was conquered, I was his from now on, and I would stay submissively still until the conception had run its course.

With that look of submission, he grab the back of my head, and brought me close to his face... and bit my lip. "You're mine now, Perfectia." and planted a kiss on my lips. I felt his tongue in my mouth and post-ejaculatory reflex making his big, rigid manhood twitch, lovingly gripped by my insides, so that the length of it that was inside of me jerked upwards, tapping repeatedly against the roof of my womb. I could almost hear it.

My heart was beating so fast that I could barely parse his words... but as my vision faded... I knew he was right... I was his, now...

His grip finally loosened and that painful cramping I was feeling from earlier was relieved like hot ginger tea on a sore throat from the seed he implanted into me.

He pulled his lips away from mine and wiped his brow. Apparently, he fired enough up into me to make my abs ache. I held onto my tummy feeling his heat radiating my belly like a heartbeat, filling me even as his cock retreated from my cervix, swimming deeper inside as he sprayed my womb with his sticky, viscous seed inside. In a trance, then, something told me to just accept it, to feel every throb and tingle in my loins, and I did. "Oh, my Light, I can feel it." I moaned, I clamped my hands over my belly and closed my eyes tightly to concentrate on the sensation, visualizing the conception in my mind. Almost embarrassed by the simplicity of my womanly body, mind, and heart as I opened my eyes and looked up at him, he was so beautiful, and something told me I should be with him forever. I wanted to tell him then.

But all I could do was lie back and allow Oranio to have his way with me. Let his seed excitedly raid my hot, moist, birthing dungeon and take the treasures it well deserved. I came to my senses eventually and I couldn't believe that not long ago I was a virgin but then, I arched my back, hoisted my hips so that the thick deposit of his beautiful seed would remain within my reproductive tracts, but I felt him brimming a little. I hung insensibly as I grabbed his legs to arch my back a little more in a slight panic, desperately trying to seal in as much as I could, allowing him to slide back in and pry into the deepest portion of my womb.

What I felt at that moment was neither guilt nor depravity, but an unsurpassed ecstasy from being completely dominated by a strong male. Each and every cell of my whole body screamed that it was hungry for this, waiting for this exact moment, the sensation of being filled, of being his receptacle. I trembled with pleasure from getting filled with this strong man's semen, my once parched womb anticipating his sweet release.

Oranio let out a seemingly painful sounding grunt as he held onto me tightly and started breathing like he was out of breath. He grunted through gritted teeth fighting through his own oversensitivity and let a few more thrust as I felt him fill me a little more. Still slightly out of breath he looked down at me with my back arched.

"No, don't move please." I whispered to him. "I want all of it." My inside was a molten pit of pleasure, infused with such bliss that I never wanted him to leave my body again.

He seemed more than happy to oblige, rotating his hips slightly, painting and tickling my cervix, his quivering member spilling out those last few drops deep inside. What little sensibility I gained was robbed once more, when I felt that last squirt sprinkles my insides. He stroked my abdomen lovingly, panting from his exertions, and leaned forward to give me a deep kiss on my lips. When he looked into my eyes, seeming to still be in ecstasy, "That was the most wonderful feeling I've ever felt…" He said out of breath, as his burning passions seemed to be calming down.

I put my forehead on his and nodded slightly, "Me too… Can we just stay like zis for a little while longer, please?" I quivered, out of breath.

He smiled and put his weight on me, seeming to be exhausted and dazed after our powerful coitus, "Of course."

Oranio was a lot taller than me so to keep our interconnection going he rolled over on his back. With my head against his chest, I rested and listened to his still fast beating heart, and my thighs straddling his deflating manhood still pulsing and wiggling in my insides. I realized for the foreseeable future; I would have stayed there for hours until I was sure Oranio's fruitful seed had taken hold of my womb to its last drop. At last, I felt him go limp, but my womanhood was still tingling happily with him inside me, against the slightest of moves from orgasmic shivers, to breathing. We stayed there looking into each other's eyes, I held his gaze with sleepy adoration, nursing the seed he implanted in my belly with one hand. I wasn't sure how long our interconnection session had lasted but it was only by the virtue of my parched lips that I noticed that it had been a while. Northrend was a place where it snowed almost year around and if we stayed there any longer, we would have been literally stuck together. I tried to move myself slowly from Oranio's massive frame, feeling as though glued by our mutual discharges. He looked at me a little bewildered, "Is there something wrong?" I asked.

He withdrew himself out of my sensitive orifice suddenly, and it felt like he took a part of me with him. THAT hurt, and I realized the cold might have numbed whatever pain I was having during the act. But my twitching womanhood, its entrance had dutifully clenched and sealed, enduring the seed that would lay claim to my fertile womb.

He put on a dry shirt and saw that I was in a little bit of pain. "Perfectia, your eyes are blue again."

I put my hands over my eyes to check the glow and he was right, they were blue. "Zey give zis mana potion every day zat's supposed to keep my eyes blue, but maybe I'm not going to need it." I stated.

He leaned forward toward me and kissed me, "I guess we're going to have to keep doing this if we want to keep those eyes blue." He said jokingly.

I grabbed one of his tentacles and kissed him back, "I 'ope so."

Losing my virginity felt great because of the coldness of the water, but it was painful when he pulled himself out so abruptly. I put on some wet clothes and couldn't really get up. "Oranio, I zink I might need some bandages." I said in slight pain.

He looked down at me, "I'll carry you."

I shook my head, smiled, and shyly objected, but he picked me up. When I was in his arms I relaxed, leaning into his strong chest. I felt I could really get addicted to this heat he radiated. "Take me to la clinic when we get back. We need to know what we have to do if I'm going to be pregnant." I requested.

Oranio looked down on me and shrugged, "I suppose it's not impossible, but we're going to have to tell the doctors everything."

I stared blankly, but blissfully, "I don't mind." I said as my hand kept nursing my belly.

Oranio got me dressed in wet clothes and I felt the chill but that only made me want to stay closer to him. I remembered my grandfather holding me in the same way when I was a child, "What 'appened to me back zere? I wanted to kill you." I asked.

He laughed slightly, "We lost ourselves and I don't think we'll ever find our way back."

"I'm sorry I got us lost." I whispered.

He looked back at me, "I don't mind."

He carried me through the forest, through the teleporter that brought us to the top of Dalaran, he dropped me on the bed in the clinic, and we shyly explained what happened. They just wrapped me up with some antiseptic bandages and gave me some bed rest. But they said it was too early to say if something was growing, but I was somewhat hopeful. I collapsed on the bed. I felt him kiss on the top of my head, rubbing my body, caressing my curves and lower stomach and saying my real name before he left. It made me smile, I felt peaceful and blissful, still rubbing my own tummy feeling the water weight he implanted inside my womb, feeling it jiggle slightly inside me, a seed I was hoping would take root and completely forgot my reports hadn't been done for that night. I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the little blue bundles latching on to my breast and cooing at their handsome father.

As you might have guessed this whole experience changed my perspective on the meaning of celibacy, virginity, and shamefulness. I'm not saying I wanted to walk around naked in public but my beliefs about sexuality, nakedness, and intimacy being this dreadful, sinful thing felt idiotic. I spent most of the morning thinking that my zealotry in the past felt immature, like believing that Grandfather Winter during Winter Veil wasn't just a guy in a suit. And to this day I still wonder if people can literally lose their minds through lovemaking. By the sudden change in perspective that made me seem like a harlot and other various shaming nicknames… Because there is coitus, and there was whatever Oranio had done to me.

The next morning, I realized that most of the watery sensation I was holding was gone, but I felt his shape and the craterous hole he left to prove it. I tried to remember that volunteering to be Oranio's sperm recipient for a night had its own trade-offs... though I didn't think I'd heed that warning in the future. I still rolled my hand in lazy circles over my belly, too weak to stand just yet, but completely sure that I was engendering the spark of life. I was wondering what our son might look like. Oranio was an enigma I wanted to unravel, domineering, but not disrespectful, and I wondered what I could give him, what he needed in his life, so such a powerful, soldierly beast would always be by my side. He was so gorgeous, a great lover, and harbored a lot of aspects I just love about men. Strength, courage, responsibility, instinctual, and wanton and in my opinion when you are taken by someone that truly loves you, they become a lover whose generosity knows no limits. When you embrace them, their love is all you want, all you need. And someone inserting themselves into you out of just lust, ego, or domination, just doesn't compare. I was weaker during that time, maybe even more so since I was starving, so Oranio represented far more than just sexual strength that caused my breaths to quicken and my face to heat up. His potential as a husband was tremendous. I wanted him to protect me from physical dangers, to feed, and provide for me, and always pictured him doing that well, even before we made love. I also didn't look as good as I do now and I know I didn't write about my appearance then, and I hope the vision I put in your mind when describing my first sexual encounter was a version of me that was enchantingly beautiful in the peak physical shape of her life. Because the truth was, I was still overweight, I had folds of skin, and stretch marks from rapid weight loss, and when I looked at myself naked in the mirror, I didn't think anyone would be sexually aroused by my body. I'm not saying Oranio was the only person that would talk to me or didn't treat me like I was invisible, but I know when you're a certain size and appearance, and you're trying to flirt with someone, they tend to treat you like you're trying to steal something. I guess that was why Garrosh knew I could be a good spy, no one wanted to look at me, so they never saw what I was doing. So I guess all I can say is that Oranio was a beautiful person, he was so strong and could lift me up with favorable ease (I'll get to that later ;) ) and I thought about living in a humble home and raising a child appealed to me. The time I spent with him as friends and our ascension into lovers was wonderful and I sensed in my womb that I would soon be a mother to a completely new generation of people. Then, what I carried was an opportunity for something special to join the world, something noble, beautiful, and full of potential kindness and peace. That could slowly end a world of warcraft that Azeroth was accustomed to. So, I wanted more than a few children, I wonder if he wanted to marry me? I think he did.

"You're really hoping, aren't you?" She noticed me touching my stomach. The long-haired blonde with eyebrow length bangs, big and seemingly tired looking blue eyes, high elf, and member of the clinic looked at me. At the time, she only taught people basic first aid, and some healing magic.

I nodded, "Um hm, I'm sorry Oranio did most of the talking before, but I'm a little worried about complications, he's a lot bigger than me you know."

She nodded, "I already sent letters to Velen about your rare circumstances last night, he wrote back and said that he should be here in a week."

I looked down, "Does he…?"

She looked at me strangely, "Does he what?"

I laughed slightly, "Is there a word in Common for 'differenter'?"

"No. Nor in Thalassian."

We were speaking Thalassian at the time, if you were wondering why I'm not writing in the accent, "Well it's just… Things are more complicated."

"Like?"

I sighed and shook my head.

"Listen, I took a Hippocratic Oath to respect my patient's privacy and to treat all sick people regardless of race or faction."

I looked down and nodded my head, "Okay… I'm a blood elf and a… spy. Does that make things more complicated?"

She shrugged, "Medically? Not by a lot, you might need more mana after your first trimester, and if you breastfeed, but I'm still going to need Velen's expertise when he comes by."

"I'm sorry, what was your name?" I asked.

"Dr. Cadence Olisarra, yours?"

"Melfina Lovewood, for now."

"And your real name?"

"Perfectia Dawnlight."

And that's how I met my bestie, and she is so beautiful, with pouty lips, large lemon shaped blue eyes, a narrow-pointed chin, light blonde hair, but surprisingly dark eyebrows and eyelashes, and this beautiful singing voice. It's hard to explain but her tone is typically soft and gentle, with a lyrical quality. She has a strong sense of pitch and expression, with some vibrato, but she never pushes it beyond her natural voice. Unfortunately, and regretfully, I've made two romantic advances on her since we've been friends. Once out of a misunderstanding that she was helping because she must have romantic feelings for me as well, if she was doing so much for me, and another time thinking we should move our relationship to the next step. But I don't want us to be anything else but lifelong friends.

So, let's get one thing straight. If you read my first few lines, I didn't know all the words I know now when I was describing all the events from the night before. Olisarra is the one who introduced me to the Twilight series, and she is the person I read fan fiction from, and from that, I learned this romantic and erotic style of writing. She also writes songs and poems, sings, and plays the lute. On top of being an extremely skilled doctor she is way better at writing than I am and if you think my stuff is lewd, oh my Light, wait until you read hers.

Okay? Your amazing bestie.

I was able to tell her about the events from the night before and she explained that the sharp pain I was feeling before Oranio came inside me was an ovum dropping or "a spike in oxytocin?" I should have intercourse a few more times with my partner just to make sure and she gave me a new bra which I realized I really needed, because it was likely I was pregnant. However, it might have just been a stomach cramp. I was really looking forward to my breasts getting bigger from lactation seeing how I had this stupid pear-shaped body where my hips grew past shoulder width during puberty, but my breast didn't. Even when I was getting close to 140 kilos, it all went to the gut, butt, and thighs, so I never had to change bra sizes. So, I was proudly putting on that new bra like a promotion badge as my breast did feel bigger.

I eventually had enough strength to stand and clumsily waddle out the door, half walking and half stumbling. My heart began to quicken even before I spotted the storm of masculine energy that was Oranio, and just like I normally did to work on my archery, but just the sight of him made my heart leap with joy, my mind already recalling the scandalous acts we committed out by the lake, and it was the most unproductive day we've ever had. When I would feel the blood rush to my face, and I knew no one was looking, we would start kissing each other. Pouncing on him like a jungle cat, with guttural desire, and once I got started, we didn't want to stop. Passions like two wild stallions corralled against their will and after an intense public make out session, I was making him waddle a little bit too. I was also asking him a lot of questions. I couldn't really stop thinking about that night and in all actuality, it's still a night I couldn't forget every tiny detail, and the very thought of it still makes me feel warm. I've had other encounters but at this point in my life there hasn't been an experience that has been more memorable. I asked him how many partners he had been with if he'd been with anyone since he came to Azeroth. Things I couldn't really ask him when we were just friends. He was a little more modest and shyer than I thought, but happy as well. I was a bit careless in showing him affection and pulled on his tail a few times while he was in the middle of an arrow shot and he did the same thing to me by slapping and squeezing the cheeks of my rear, which he knew by now was a sensitive spot. It did hurt and scare me, but I couldn't help but want to kiss him more, as that pain made tingling chills go through my entire body. I guess for that time, his combat lessons didn't interest me, and these small acts of rebellion were my way of saying that I wanted his recent lessons. I felt like a cat that had contented herself to cuddling and meowing for food, instead of hunting it myself. I guess there was just more I wanted to know about him other than his prowess in battle. I couldn't deny that burning curiosity to learn more about the man who had conquered and defiled me. Before my patrol, he grabbed me by my back and tummy, put his lips on my forehead, and whispered, "Do you think something could be growing inside you?"

I looked up at him into his eyes, kissed him on his lips, and whispered back, "I 'ope so."

It was so hard to pull myself away from him when I had to go on guard duty and patrol. I had this child-like smile and in my steps, which kind of bothered the person with me. She asked the question as to why I was in such a good mood and why I was walking funny. I denied everything of course, all the obvious presumptions and even some outlandish ones.

When I went down to write my reports Oranio was there waiting for me. I ran toward him gleefully as he just sat there and knew all too well what sort of naughtiness awaited. Even though my opinion of sexuality hadn't changed dramatically overnight, there was an underlying excitement that couldn't be denied. You know there was a time I was revolted by the Draenei people as a whole. But now, at least as I remember Oranio, his tentacles, his smooth, warm body, all I could think of was that passionate peak in his underclothes, and how it made me feel so full. The idea of anyone being with a Draenei used to scare me when I started to become attracted to him. Especially when you think about how small and delicate most female Thalassian elves are, but I think I mentioned that I'm heavier than most of my kin. I was about 70 kilos then, after coming down from about 120 kilos before I was assigned to this spy job, but still, he was a lot taller than me and maybe over 140 kilos of lean sculpted muscle. I know that sounds scary, but I'm smiling in reminiscence as I am thinking about the fecundity of that beautiful creature.

I've been rereading these pages. I think I'm getting good at this. The emotions, the feelings, a lot of repressed thoughts seem like they found an outlet and the words are just flowing out. Before, even the thought of mentioning Oranio's name was like a trigger for an emotional outburst but… Let me just get back to it.

No longer tied by the chains of civility, we crashed into each other. A wave of affection touched my heart as I embraced him, ready for whatever debauchery he had in store, and Oranio and I disrobed each other in seconds. Without much adieu, he repositioned me until I was ass-down and legs akimbo and I looked up at him. I felt his gaze bore into me, and he let out a hum of gratitude. I clawed the smooth, cold surface of the humid stone floor, and tossed my head back. I clasped my thighs, spread my legs shamelessly, and exposed the glistening, pink lips of my womanhood to him. I made myself vulnerable to the pillar of masculinity I called my lover, the sight of that wide, tall, muscular figure above me, the agileness of that phallus glistening with dew drops of precum coming closer made me tremble lustfully. I crept a hand down my belly until I was framing my honeyed center between my index and middle fingers, and then, with a gasp, I curled them in my soaking heat and my hips jerked forward. I moaned as I touched myself, hoping my silky, sultry tones would lure him into me.

He came dreadfully close, and he just held me tighter and ran his left hand up and down my back, slowly tempting me open with his right stroking.

My soaked gash half-kissed the tip of his throbbing engorged gland and he began to paint between the crest of my labia, drawing strings of drooling secretions from within. At that point I knew what was about to happen, like a skilled artisan, he would test new ways to render me weak, wet, and desperately ravenous for him. My nether parts tingled in wanting to gobble up his smooth appendage. Before, I was nervous, but now it was painfully teasing, slipping up from above my velvety interior. He was forceful and domineering as I tried to wiggle myself on him, not letting me have it, but I love being taken like this, but at the time it was something new. I finally reached for it, gilding the pulsating appendage on top of my torso letting it slither in front of me, squiggling the shaft against my womanhood. The wetness I had been carrying for most of the day as I thought about the magnificent and splendiferous night before, so much that it made my stomach hurt, I marinated his quivering shaft like a piece of meat making it hot, smooth, and slippery to the touch. I squeezed it, rotating it in my hand, and aligned it. Groaning as the pressure started building as I raised my hips, while with my other hand, I grazed my fingertips inside my lower lips to spread myself out. I was clenching my teeth and breathing impatiently, clenching my core muscles as hard as I could feel the barest of millimeters pushed in my slobbering lower lips. Dizzy with anticipation I looked up into his eyes begging and pleading, trying to assure him that my slim womanhood clenched and throbbed with soggy impatience, ready for him to thrust deeply inside.

Shocking despair took over my heart when he stood up suddenly, to the point where I thought I was going to start crying like a spoiled child if I didn't get what I wanted back. I was certainly whimpering like one, on my knees reaching for him, begging misty eyed, like a puppy for table scraps.

He smiled and shook his head at me like a stern parent, seeming so happy to have put me in that childish level of desperation, but I suppose his desire reached a peak as well. He lifted me up by my arm, turned me around, and lowered my head towards the ground so my bottom was exposed to the air. He spread my cheeks apart and slithered his manhood upwards, coating the whole area with a thick layer of love juice.

I could feel the pressure against my bottom, I felt its heat and its presence, how large and rigid it was... my anus repeatedly clenched, and I worried each time that it relaxed he'd just... take me. My fears were realized, as his grip on my hip tightened and his own hips drove forward... At first my hole refused to open, but with all the wetness I layered on him, the feeling was as uncomfortable as a pressing thumbprint. However, he stretched me open wide.

He began to nudge my tiny hole and grabbed each side of my hips tightly, using my own body as leverage to press his thick member into the base of my rosebud and made me grit my teeth reflexively.

I jumped, and tried to tell him that it was too big, that something so thick couldn't - - shouldn't fit but all that came out of my mouth was some Thalassian incoherent rambling.

As soon as my anus gave in, he penetrated me without much warning, in a cruel thrust filled with blind lust. His hips made flat, hard contact with my rear, and I almost passed out, as my vision started swirling and going dark.

I gasped as it parted my sweltering starfish with the velvety slick I marked on him, his gargantuan pole slid past my anal canals and plunged into my colon, plowing in my tender back entry. Making my head swing back and legs shudder and quiver. I struggled, but my movements only grounded Oranio's manhood deeper into my wide, fat rump. I felt my anal muscles rapidly distend, spreading as Oranio's bulbous knot rammed its way past my tiny hole, spreading my intestines as it wormed through. I couldn't believe it fit, I remember my stomach contorting and trying to writhe away from him from the first initial thrust as he entered my bowels. However, he paused and held on to my waist and strongly held me there, and to my surprise, the electrifying pain of being overstretched only lasted a few seconds. I felt a rush of tingling pleasure build in my stomach mounting in ripples as I felt my insides expand wide, stretching to accommodate his girth. I had no idea what Oranio was thinking when he rammed into my bowels like that, but I think I knew the truth. He was a cruel, sick, and disgusting fiend who would assert himself over me until I obeyed his every whim. A selfish, overbearing and insensitive creature, hell-bent on only satisfying his basest desires and nothing else. A man who would continue to thrust into any part of me for as long as he wished, with no regard of my consent, until his glans was dry, and his manhood grew soft. He had seduced me into a false sense of security and then forced me down with his savage strength. Then filled me with his brood and wouldn't stop until I was degraded and obedient to him completely.

And I loved it.

There was so much pleasure in relinquishing control of a situation, to giving in completely and accepting whatever fate came next, and happily letting your partner take the lead. I guess I knew that Oranio was caught in the throes of dark passion. Following through with his instinctual desires. Perhaps he also knew how great a willing and reactive lover could be, all I knew was I had to match his wants and needs, allow his need and vigor to release. As for whether that would be in my birthing canal or rectum was for him to decide.

That wide eyed, mouth agape, throaty nervous moan when he sodomized me came out of my mouth so strangely, I worried that a good samaritan might think someone was killing me. On the second exhale, I screamed, "It's inside! It's so good, oh Light, I love zat!" So maybe to put someone off that this was a private act. I mean, at first glance what me and Oranio were doing wasn't illegal, but it was improbable. But the truth of the matter was, this was betrayal, treachery, defection, not that I wanted anything to do with the Alliance, but I just badly needed him. But I had anthemed my desires in and out of those halls and that struck something. Urged by my words, he pummeled into me harder, holding me by both of my thighs just above my pelvis so that I could be lifted into the air, feeling nothing holding me but his arms and thrusts, which were so powerful they sent me airborne for a few seconds. I felt my stomach turn like a sudden altitude change, being lifted into the air so that my body would slowly slide up and down his member. A screeching panicked scream tore through my throat when I was faced with the horizon outside. I held onto his head with my arms from seeing the drop we both fell from and for a few seconds my survival instincts told me that the drop could kill me. The wiggling of my torso seemed to only serve to make him more passionate, "Trust me." Oranio said as he held me suspended over the opening, "You have to trust me."

Now understand that these were new feelings, they came as a shock at first and I was a little objective, but I was completely at his mercy - each inch up and down he controlled me by grasping my legs and dragging me like a doll across his mast. With my legs so spread, I couldn't do anything to prevent him from slamming it all the way in and out, even having it slide out for a moment before he jabbed it all the way back into my gut. I never would have imagined such a violent method of mating. He bore into me as he lowered me down onto him over and over again. I tried to resist, but it was to little avail. I fling my head back as I was bounced, full body, on Oranio's massive schlong.

I was up about half a mile up from the rocky floor as he rutted into me up and down, slow at first, but picking up speed until he was slamming me to the hilt. Each time he hammered into my orifice the bouncing pushing me up made me afraid that I would slip off as I was literally hanging in mid-air. When I was brought down, it was to meet my lover's strong thrust, it parted my cheeks and made a squelch sound as his swelling crown gallivanted into my stomach with every thrust, sending jolts of eye rolling pleasure up my spine. I felt something wet drenching my cheeks from my brown honeypot as it spit out my tushy hole. "Ah! I'm sorry!" I screamed embarrassed by the slick wet sounds of bubbles and of gushing liquid coming from my lower body. I put my hands over my face, "This is so humiliating!" I cried, shuddering at the raw taboo of the act. What would everyone in the Order or even the Horde think at that point? Perfectia Dawnlight, noble of Dawnstar Village, sodomized by an extraterrestrial in a sewer.

"No… you're so beautiful… Don't cover your eyes… Look out." Oranio growled. He was being so verbal at that point, telling me how amazing I felt, telling me how perfect I was, and how lucky he was to be doing this with me. In between grunts I could hear him almost say it, like he wanted to say it out loud, I would have told him then, if he said it there.

I remember grunting through my teeth from each insert, barely daring to breathe as my hole swallowed in Oranio's furious girth. Despite my initial distress, pleasure was slowly mounting. I finally let go of my pride and I took my hands off my face. The terror of the drop below caused me to enter an odd state of rapture as Oranio lifted me up. On top of the vigorous thrusting of being thrown up and down, looking out to the Crystalsong Forest in all its purple and white beauty was making me dizzy, "I trust you, but please don't slip again." I cautioned. Over the horizon, the sun began to set. The sinking sun kissed the horizon, painting the hill with vivid shadows. All around me, the night noises of the glowing white forest began to play, joining the symphony of pleasure inundated by the cool, crystal air, ever in search of the hidden delights of the wilderness. I had looked over that forest a hundred times, but it was never like that time. Everything was magnificent. Its shimmering air, its glow in design, and patterns that seemed to draw the eyes in and I wasn't sure if my interconnection with Oranio was enhancing my vision or making me hallucinate something more beautiful.

I felt him nodding, "Good point, but Perfectia, it's so amazing, you're squeezing me like a vice." He claimed.

I figured as much. However, I was delighted that he was enjoying himself too. I felt my lower body tense so hard with contracting from fear, difficulty breathing, or the gut punching phallus pistoning through my digestive tract I half hardly thought that the grip my anus had could actually keep me suspended if his arms gave out, but when all I saw was nothing but the horizon, I kind of understood why Protecto chose to mate the way he did. The firm bounces upwards as he thrusted in and out of me felt like something was trying to take me away, it literally made me feel like we were both flying.

Maybe that fear and anxiety made me push through those first few feelings of being stretched out that caused me some discomfort, but eventually, the pleasure reigned supreme, very soon I found the mounting pressure sent my mind spinning out of rhythm, I felt distant, faraway, lost in a land of debauchery, relaxing, losing my lucidity even in a near death experience. I felt pacified, my mind melting away into happier places. I couldn't have ever imagined being taken in that way, nor did I know that such impeccable methods of intoxicating bliss were even possible, but maybe it was the thought of being so completely defiled in such crudeness that drove me over the edge. The humiliation of it all brewing with pleasure and soon I found myself arching my rear and began to push myself to match his rhythm, touching his neck, squeezing my own breast, and rotating my hips to keep the stimulus going, overwhelmed by his tireless lovemaking. I felt I could do nothing but submit to the chaotic coitus as I felt my insides slowly acclimatize to the circumference of this creature, raiding my digestive tract and putting me in this life-or-death situation, as I moaned out all the air in my lungs with each breath. Feeling all of this monster's throbs and thrust massaging my vaginal area even deeper through the inner walls of my bowels.

"My legs and tail are getting tired, and I think I scraped it on the stone." He backed me away from the opening, put my feet back on the ground, and came out of me.

I kneeled and put my hands near Oranio's tail, but it put me in the area where his recently soaked blue manhood was near my face. Because I was living off watered down mana potions for months I only defecated maybe once or twice a week, so it didn't smell bad. If anything, as soon as I got the first whiff of it, I felt my arcane addiction wanted to absorb it like it was a mana worm, as it kind of looked like one. I reach for it with both hands without touching it, "Please, can I clean this for you?"

Before he could answer I licked the base of his shaft, up and down. I could feel his pulse quickening through my tongue. He quivered as I lapped at the head, placing the tip in my mouth, feeling him shake with untold delight as his genitals were engorged, growing so erect that I could feel his veins bulge on my tongue.

"Perfectia, that was just in your-"

"Just trust me." I interrupted.

There were a lot of things I thought I would never do that I did and I know most people would think these kinds of acts to be considered disgusting and if you talked to me a year before I met Oranio, I would tell you that I would never do things like this with anyone, not a boyfriend, husband, or lover and yet for some reason Oranio's pleasure was so much more important to me then my own and was the first and only thing on my mind. So, I ducked lower in between his thighs to engorge his large testes one at a time, then back up the shaft. I think he knew I was new at this, but I really wanted to work for his approval, and the challenge was making me hotter. When he implanted his seed inside me it changed my eye's blue so there was something about his secreting nectar that made me completely shameless and cock-crazy, a fact I was realizing. Maybe it was me or maybe it was him or maybe it was how we felt about each other but there was definitely something aphrodisiac about it. I gingerly extended my tongue and gave the crown a lick. "It's sweet." My mouth watered.

I grasped it with both hands and took it as deep as I could go. It was thicker than my lips could handle when I got midway down, and in my lack of experience, I grazed the tip with my teeth when he started thrusting his hips forward.

He withdrew from me, but I held on with my hands looking up at him, then down at the quivering, dribbling tip, writhing in my hand. "I'm sorry…" I said as I lapped at his slit, "I didn't mean to 'arm you…" I engorged the whole thing trying to make it go as deep as possible. My eyes watered as I swallowed the overpowered pulsating shaft, but my sheer devotion allowed me to stomach every inch. 'Peach-flavored' I thought as the thick phallus squeezed past my jaw and down the delicate confines of my throat, but something about it made my temperature rise as I was swallowing the whole thing, like the biological mechanism for the male reproductive organ was made to ensnare willing lovers completely. Tasting him was delicious, putting me on my knees to let Oranio pump down into my stomach, and gave me an enticing feeling that made my face want to come closer. I looked up and saw my prize, his beautiful face consumed in ecstasy. I withdrew it with tears running down my face but with a sense of pride I could pleasure him this way as well, "Let me 'eal you." I put one more suckling kiss on the eye of his crown.

He grabbed me by my wrist before I could cast, "No, I don't want you to go blind again. I want you to see and feel everything." In spite of that dangerous stunt, I sensed that that was still an act of curious servitude. He desired to mate with his queen in another splendiferous way, but his draining stamina, some level of anxiety, and that scraping pain on his tail might have made his passion billow.

I laughed, "Zat was so trilling zough. I didn't want it to stop." I claimed gazing weakly upward at my audaciously naughty lover, as my passions stood unfulfilled.

"Would you rather have us both fall again?"

I shyly looked up at him and I was in one of those situations where you don't know what to say but when you recall and try to put yourself in that situation again you think to yourself, 'Wow, if I would have dropped that line during that time, I would have seemed so clever'. What I wanted to say was "Aren't we both already?" and gave him a big fat lickery kiss on his honey honey lips.

But I just shook my head no, turned around, then with my legs extended and my lower body spread in an A, I parted my cheeks with both hands for another forced entry, feeling my hole pucker and dilate wider than I ever felt it. My rear pointed upward directly as I begged to be taken again. "Don't tease me anymore, okay?" I whispered meekly, somewhat on the verge of tears of desperation. I tried to lift myself on my tippy toes to Oranio's height, shaking my hips side to side in offering to give him full access and control. "S'il te plait…" I whispered again in a begging tone, turning my head to look up into his eyes. I bit my lip and took shallow breaths in and out of my nose, while massaging my starfish, sliding my finger in and out, activating my sensitive spot. "In here…" I said as I presented myself as if I were a feast to be devoured.

I wish I could be a little more assertive in these intimate situations, but it wouldn't be the truth, and at the end of the day, that just is not who I am. When I was trying to seduce him when we started, it didn't go as I initially planned, not that that was a bad thing, but my life in nobility, my escape from endangered servitude, and glorious days in the field of battle until Icecrown Citadel. I never thought such falsely sinful acts where I would receive so much pleasure from serving someone else. Of course, within the war factions, I would feign disgust at the prospect of even touching a Draenei.

I allowed Oranio some respite as he guided his member near my dirty, gaping, pleasure sleeve. However, this feeling of gapping wider than I've ever felt was new and I liked how silky and stimulating this new hole was to touch. My fingers explored deeply and easily inward into this fleshy cave and the tingling sensation caused me to wiggle my buttocks at him enticingly.

He positioned me and held me in that tight familiar grip like when I told him to fertilize me before, but this time he was doing it from behind.

I was half expecting him to slide back into my birthing canals just to spite me, and I was also wondering if my mating dance was tempting him to make sure I was properly impregnated, but I clearly and desperately wanted this too. I wanted him to effortlessly plow my gaping pit, I wanted him to shove it hard and deep inside my colon, I wanted more and more of him inside me to quell this animalistic lust... his thick, throbbing, stiff cock digging into the back of my hip, awaiting its inevitable delving into my deepest places. He saw this and most likely heard it in my voice and my trembling breathing as well. He removed my hand I was fingering myself with. As I gasped for the air arched over, my heart filled with perverse joy... he was going to take me again.

He spread my hole with his thumbs, inspecting the damage he did. This teasing was making it already twitch and cramp, knowing that his big, rigid thing was going to accept it again... and when I felt him blow on it, I let out a little high-pitched yelp.

"I love hearing you beg for it," He said, and I felt his finger against the entrance, making me gasp as it slid inside roughly. He started to finger me... and I drooled into the pavement.

I knew he wanted to stick his big cock inside and mess me up... but he was teasing me instead... I never spoke the word directly, but I was about to beg in crying tears for him, because even as my hips shook, he only plugged my hole with his thick finger. I moaned, clenching around him.

"Shameless display, elf," He said, slipping a second finger inside... and stretching me apart, making me groan. He was opening me up, and I was going cross-eyed. I wanted it so badly.

He continued to prod me with his fingers until I felt like I was going to lose my mind. I needed that big, blue, throbbing member and I was already close to peaking...

"Mmm... if you agree to be my woman, to carry as many children as I want, I'll make sure these holes never go hungry again," He says, pulling his fingers out suddenly.

I felt like he had been reading my mind throughout the whole day, but it still felt like a shock, "Eh?!" I screamed, feeling mistreated. He pulled me up, his chest against my back, and I tilted my head back to look at him. "O-okay! I'll be your wo-" I started to say, but he kissed me full on the mouth to shut me up.

"Mmmm..." He moans, pulling his lips away. "I want you to be my exclusive matron mother... but, of course, we Draenei have laws about that. I'd have to keep you a secret and... you'd have to..." He said, putting his finger under my chin, "...be my slave."

I still don't know a lot about Draenei culture, but I knew more than most outside of their kin, maybe that was the closest thing to a marriage proposal they could have. They did have titles, but no Draenei has a surname.

I shook my head. I couldn't do that, in my own culture; that position was only reserved for black haired elves, I had treated them like less than nothing when I was a child. He clapped his hand on my rear and smiled.

"Hmph. I guess we're done." He said, and then pushed me to the ground on my knees, onto the pavement. He seemed to be content with that as he was reaching for his clothes, leaving me there to stew with my decision.

I hesitated for a moment... but my lips formed the words. "Wait, I'll do it... I'll be your slave..." I lowered my head in shame and submission.

He brought my head up to look at him. "Then you're never going to have a period again while I'm alive… Are you sure?"

I nodded my head happily and excitedly.

He took me by my arm and brought me up, so I was arched again. I knew it was finally coming... He pressed it against my hole, lining it up, and I would have given anything for him to buck his hips forward and make me his woman, his slave, or whatever.

As soon as I felt the pressure building, and then the sudden overwhelming presence of him in my defenseless rectum, I screamed in pleasure, his hand on the back of my head, rear arched into him, his member about to be in my guts. He reared back and fed his phallic scimitar into my hungering waste hole with a satisfying squelch, it speared through me as deep as it could go. I broke into a dizzying moan as I felt the air vacate my lungs as he pushed back up my stomach, my ravenous hunger for him quelled, and went right back into satisfying tingling consumption as the rut continued unabated.

He grinded it against my lower organs just to remind me that it was a privilege and punishment, for my self-appointed title as 'breeding slave" and then I suddenly feel his balls slap against me, and my brain processes that he pulled it out all the way to the tip, and then slammed it back in.

There is something so existentially thrilling about being penetrated there, there was no resistance that time to his breeding rod that raced in me. It felt incredible, without a hint of pain to disturb the rush of pleasure. But understand I was kind of chubby back then so I wouldn't suggest doing it the way Oranio did it to me if you're around 45 kilos. Go slow and use lots of lube. Olive oil is pretty good but don't use it for vaginal use, it can make your cycle more painful if you don't clean it all out. Coconut oil is hard to make but totally worth the effort, it smells great, moisturizes your skin making it look shiny and healthy, protects you from sunburn, and makes oral so much more tastier and Troll's usually have it or at least have coconuts to make your own. You just find a brown coconut, break it into a bowl, so you don't lose any milk. Then scrap out all the coconut meat and mix it with the milk, heat and break down. Cover that with a wet piece of paper so it seals and set it in a cool place overnight. Then what will surface will have a pasty and oily texture and apply to the skin and keep the rest for later use and… You can also add orange essence, pineapple, and jasmine flower for more fragrance. You can also use chamomile and poppy flowers for sore muscles, but I always use coconut as a base to add other ingredients. Wow, I really lost track of what I was thinking about and it's good advice, but now I'm debating if I should cross out this paragraph. No, it's fine, let's just get back on topic.

With his renewed vigor, he fit smoothly into my anus, as I groaned under his pounding. His brutal thrust and strong body rocked my body back and forth and had me instinctually buckling into a submissive position where I was holding myself against the rounded wall, enticing him to plunge deep so that the sound of our sloping genitals and animalistic moans filled the hall.

He grabbed me by my face to shut me up, and I felt conquered back and front. However, each thrust drew a fresh muffled cry from my lips polluting the quiet halls with the sounds of passion. My panting quickly matching with the tugs and pulls of Oranio's organ as it dug deep into my innards. All around me soft sounds echoed with less energy, but I was still surrounded by the sounds of our organs meeting organically, with my own seductive muffled moans. So, I contented myself with the fact that anyone that was in the Underbelly floor was going to hear what was going on. Maybe I could use the excuse that I stubbed my toe while Oranio was churning butter and not someone in the throes of continuous passion with the sounds spurts, gushes, groans and grunts that usually attended two lovers.

He rutted me powerfully, dominating my body and melting my mind with sharp spikes of pleasure. I met his thrust with ecstatic pumps of my hips so that our bodies slapped, filling the tunnel with the sound of colliding flesh. Sensing his need, I lifted my rear, arching myself forward so that my lover could better probe my inner depth, but he had to keep one hand on my mouth to keep my screaming from echoing off the walls there. Also, his hand was on my face which quelled my screams, so I don't think I could have said anything even if I wanted to, not that I would have. I was worried if my blughole was ever going to go back to the way it was. Suddenly, he took his hand off my mouth, and gripped both sides of my rear.

I put both hands around my mouth as I felt the electricity travel up my pelvis that made my spine weak.

"No." He said, referring to my hands over my mouth. "Breathe. Don't forget to breathe."

I looked back somewhat questionably and felt one hand come off my rear. I saw the motion of his hand coming back fast, it startled me, and I breathed in a panic as before I was struck.

The first blow made me rock forward and cry out, my head swimming with the heat of his touch. My body started slightly at the blow, and he steaded me with the hand he struck me and squeezed me again. The loud crack made contact with my ears. The spank had stung, but it wasn't what made me whimper. It was the feeling of his gripping hand moving from pain to pleasure in a few split seconds, moving his hand erotically against my skin; soothing the firing nerves, stroking the red mark he left behind. I managed to look back at him to mouth out the words. "...'urts."

He grabbed me from my face while I was on all fours like a kidnapper might hold a hostage and brought my ear close to his face, "Can you indulge me for a few minutes?"

I gripped his neck and shivered, delighted by my lover's impatience and nodded my head, yes. "Uh hm." I squeaked meekishly. Complying with his demands as I worked the hard phallus that was in my bowels making rotational grinds against him. I didn't actually mean to say it and he pushed me back down on all fours, resigning me to my role as sexual subordinate. He pumped his slimy, plunging appendage back into me, still spanking me hard, stinging smacks right on my exposed cheeks, leaving me red and stinging, unbidden tears glided down my cheeks carrying away some of my makeup with them. Just a reminder of my place that I was a bad girl, and I needed Oranio to feel how sorry I was.

This time I felt a rush, a familiar burning sensation raised in my bowels up to my chest. He rutted me, he punished me, he filled my gaping hole over and over until my arms and body were sore from bucking and squeezing my thighs as this monster kept on pounding, keeping my resistance at bay with brutal efficiency. Last time was love making. This was something else. High pitch giggles arose from my throat as I bucked back into him only to be wrenched away as he plunged into my gaping hole. Then all became gasps, groans, and ecstatic moans of total submission. Maybe he had always been attracted to blood elves; he just couldn't be with one until now. Maybe he was trying to send a firm message, disciplining me for not giving into his first initial demands to join him in the Alliance, wanting to punish me for being a filthy little Horde and he was expressing his overflowing emotions by pounding me senselessly. But when I think about it now, as I'm writing this, I don't think it was out of hate, but out of instinct. It was an excess of love, of possessiveness, born out of frustration and longing. Or maybe he did all these things on impulse, and this is just me being perverted, but any reservations I had vanished into mist as the invading orgasm tore my senses away. In-between my legs, clear juices were slowly dripping from my unsatisfied crotch, splattering the bricks below. My eyes rolled in the back of my head, my tongue lolled out, and I panted like a dog before and after every smack and whimpered during every impact. As he started rutting me roughly, pounding in deep with his pulsing manhood, rendering me even more helpless as his brutal thrust rocked my body back and forth as I was tenderized both inside and out. I gritted my teeth trying to hold in the sinking sensitive feeling that was building in my loins, my brain being confused and aroused by all the strange feelings happening to me all at once, I knew what was about to happen, it happened by the water where we first made love, but it was so much more intense stimulation for me, and it was happening faster than I expected. I bit my lip trying to fight the unbidden orgasm, embarrassed, my lower body contract involuntarily in his grasp, as I spurted salvoes of clear liquid on the floor from my genitalia. Pleasure rang through my skull like church bells, but I felt such shame like I had pissed myself in public, my face felt beetroot red. I dove forward away from him. I rolled forward into a ball holding onto my sides covering my breast and face with my hands, "No, don't look at me please." I pleaded, feeling that my dignity had taken the sloppiest beating, too stunned by our cataclysmic coitus.

Oranio looked at me, he watched me slightly amused, as I laid curled on my side, my entire body continued to shake, squirt, and tremble with oversensitivity, ignoring any levels of my shame.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't 'old it in. I didn't know zat was going to 'appen. Zat never 'appened before." Which was true. I knew that I had orgasms before, but I'm not sure this happened by the water as well. However, I was extremely shocked, surprised, and embarrassed that it happened like that. I had bruised the old bean a few times (masturbated) myself before then and brought myself to orgasm a few times in the dead of night in the confines of a bedroom when I could afford it. However, it took a bit more or less than an hour to get to that point and even a sudden sound of curious footsteps, rustling of bushes, or the chatter of strangers and wildlife outside my room would unmotivate me from the task. So, there was a huge difference between doing it yourself and, well, coitus. With the right lover or in some cases the right tools it could happen in five minutes or less, so it was an extremely different medium. I've had some men that A: didn't know what they were doing and sometimes that was good, great, or painful. Usually when it's the guy's first time I will get this kind of medium. B: Expect me to do all the work, like I'm supposed to impress them, which is never good. Or C: laid on top of me asking me if I was okay if I moaned a little, asking me if they could do things like change position, or wanting to be guided through the act like a lost sheep and completely destroying my ascent into orgasm. When you're a pirate that has just pillaged another ship or port, every surviving man or boy is usually a nervous wreck, too afraid to make-love well. Which some of my pirate sisters did like that because of the level of power and control they had over a mate, but there are only so many things a man CAN do when there is a loaded flintlock pistol pointed at their head. I don't want to be anyone's mother during the act, and I don't want a partner that feels like an endangered servant. I want to be someone's bad, bad little girl, that needs to be punished.

Cotius is supposed to be a break away from the bonds of civility and a complete liberation of desires exploding inside you. A man should pry into you like a worm into soil so I can feel that sense of driving purpose as he digs hungrily into my womb, when they ravages your insides igniting that all-consuming wave of ecstasy that anesthesia's your entire body, and a euphoric satisfaction when your tenderized quivering fleshly insides are filled instantly to the brim as your privates engorges the hot sticky cum inside you. The right kind of man can bring out the wild screaming animal in you were all levels of shame and embarrassment seem like a distant memory, like an out of body experience. Like a gazelle about to be eaten by a lion. The gazelle's eyes dilate, body goes stiff, and I imagine their mind goes to an involuntary delirium of pleasure because they're about to be someone's dinner. I imagine a woman's body needs to do the same thing because pregnancy puts you into a very compromising place for months on end where you can't defend yourself and labor and birth are painful and life threatening.

So, I felt myself completely fall into Oranio's sexual domination and I wanted to completely submit to his powerful desires for me. I felt I was in a similar place to the gazelle. Pheromones do more than just change behavior, but transform pain into pleasure, and all that anal attention into heavenly bliss. Even as I lost myself to ecstasy, the concept of being his trifling whore, his toy, not even a mortal being, just an object, an exclusive possession used to release his kinky desire, gave me a thrill unlike any other… I'd like to think he felt that way about me. But I don't know, maybe there's something wrong with me and I'm just a messed-up individual. I am venting a lot of sexual frustrations right now at the moment I'm writing this… And… What was I talking about again?

Oh right. I told him to stop.

"Can we stop please?" I asked, still shaking, "I'm still new to this." And I was. I remember my body convulsing uncontrollably, my body still caught in the throes of that unyielding climax, and if I realized how rare of an occurrence it was, to have a lover that takes me like this, but at the same time treats me so sweetly…

He laughed slightly and nodded his head, "Of course, I was a little too rough with you, but you don't have to be embarrassed."

I looked down at him still hard, shook my head slightly, and looked up at his face, "I'm sorry I couldn't-"

"It's fine. We have plenty of time."

I looked away and shook my head, "But the doctor said you have to…"

He put his forehead on mine, "It's fine. We both know that you're already pregnant." He interrupted and touched the side of my face.

"Why do you go into my rectum like that?" I asked in a whisper.

"Did you not like it?" He asked, concerned.

I laughed slightly, "I did, but can you give me a warning next time?"

He shook his head while it was touching mine and smiled, "No." He said with a steady glare, his eyes a serene oasis.

I don't know why the blatant disregard of my consent made my resolve snap like a dry twig under his foot. I felt satisfied, filled, humiliated, used and abused, and yet it made me laugh giddily, and made my body hot and wet with arousal. I don't know why but it did, I knew and also didn't know what surprises were around the corner, what plans he had in store for me, as he knew I couldn't say no to him, and I was clay in his hands. "I'm going to lose my voice if you keep making me moan so loud." I whispered.

He smiled and shrugged one of his shoulders. I guess any communication between us that wasn't unintelligible animalistic moaning and grunting would have taken away from our passion and pleasure. He put a hot passionate kiss deep into my mouth, and I wanted so badly to start again. *sigh* But he wanted to talk about his feelings, which at the time I thought was sweet. He told me that what he felt for me was difficult and he couldn't explain what he was feeling but he would try too soon.

He understood unselfishly and I hugged him one more time naked and tenderly, and me sensing the beating of his pulsing heart. I held him around his head and held me from my back and tummy rubbing me for a few minutes. I bathed in my afterglow, savoring his warmth and delicious mahogany scent that came from our exertion of a good long session of me having my plumbing cleared out. I started to fall asleep as I leaned into his chest, because of his strong tail he seemed to be able to rest in this arched back position comfortably and I looked down as his still pulsing wonderfully dexterous manhood staring up at me like a hard single eyed snake monster. I flicked it teasingly with my index finger and laughed when it pulsed dramatically and accidentally thought out loud, "You're such a bad boy, but I love you." I whispered to the monster.

"What?" Oranio asked, seeming shocked.

Guilt reeked through my body, feeling like I might have ruined something beautiful, "Nothing. Maybe we should put our clothes back on, someone might come." I claimed.

He nodded and prodded his fingers massaging my womb from outside, the fire in my loins grew intense again. I looked into his eyes trying to send him the message that I wanted more than anything to feel our bodies intertwined again, that I wanted that moment to last forever, and even if that meant remaining under his servitude for the rest of my life as his wife, slave, or what he wanted. He leaned in and gave me a loving kiss on my belly. I felt… Stupid. We put on our clothes again.

I vaguely remembered his advances when he was taking my virginity, how I was objecting physically and verbally for him to stop, but he still kept going, and I liked that. How he surprised me with that quick insert into my anal cavity, and I liked that too. However, minutes from that moment he stopped midway for my sake, when oversensitivity and shame became too great for me to bear, and I also really liked that. So, I felt I could trust him to guide me through those experiences like a strict teacher. Also, he had been instructing me for a long time. I was used to doing what he said for the sake of practice, except for that last day. So, I don't think Oranio would have always been this savage monster that took without giving. I'm sure there would have been times where he would have been gentle with me, to ensure my pleasure above his. I'm not sure, but I wanted to try, but I trusted him with this, with my body at least, but I really thought it was too good to be true, that there had to be something…

I asked him questions like what his first time was like, if he had any interracial relationships, and he was less shy this time. He had actually lost his virginity in a more ritualistic fashion. Ten volunteer women agreed to fornicate with the men that had reached maturity, like receiving a last meal before you die, he was sent out to Tempest Keep to clear out some demons. The chances of survival were low, but he survived, and the lady(a Draenei) he laid with did have a child, but he was the first, but not the last one to bed her that night and he had taken part in several "birthing rituals" on the Exodar where he literally had to wait in line for the other virgins or high ranking men to finish fornicating, while they were traveling through space. When he was a virgin, he and a few other virgin boys and men got first pick of the ten volunteer women. However, there were other times when he wanted intercourse and he needed to wait behind 10 to 50 men before he got a turn. Waiting there for hours, listening to the men and women do their sacred duty was uncomfortable and humiliating for everyone. For the most part he felt ashamed before, during, and even after his "duties" were over.

I asked him if I was as good as the birthing matrons from the Exodar and he said, "Oh my Light. You are so much better; with them it was like we were performing a civic duty to fornicate. Everything with you feels so instinctual, like you belong to me, and I won't share you with anyone."

I hugged him tightly when I heard that, "I do, I belong to you."

"What we have will never leave my memories." He told me.

Obviously, I felt the same way, since I'm writing about it now.

However, I had to face the harsh reality that I hadn't come there to see him or to learn this part of myself, that was beautiful and new. I went there to write reports for the Horde, and I had to do it right in front of him. I kept writing and crumpling up paper, I would start writing and looking over at him and I couldn't, I ripped out another page aggressively.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"I can't do zis anymore." I complained.

He shrugged slightly, seeming deeply upset, "I told you you don't need to be embarrassed. We'll get a bed eventually."

I laughed, "I didn't mean zat, mon cheri." I sighed, "I mean zase reports."

"Oh… " He sighed in relief. He shrugged slightly, "Because, what I said earlier…"

I smiled and shook my head, "It's fine… You don't have to explain yourself."

"But you have to." Oranio said concerned.

I threw the paper and pen I was using on the ground. "I KNOOOOOOW!"

"Perfectia?" He stood up startled at my outburst.

I shook my head looking downward, "I told you not to call me that…"

It did feel good though. "Listen, they're just patrol times, what's the worst thing that could happen?" He stated.

And there it was… The bad thing I was looking for, the reason I couldn't trust him. I shook my head at him, disgustedly, walking toward him, " 'Ow…" He backed away from me and looked away, "You went zoo my reports?" I demanded.

"I…" he mumbled as he held up his hands in defense.

I pushed him out of the opening holding on to his leather tunic just like he was before. " 'OW MANY MORE PEOPLE KNOW!" I demanded.

"Perfectia please." He pleaded, "I'm so sorry, please don't drop me. I was afraid of what they would do if they caught you."

I couldn't look him in the face, I looked at the drop that could have killed him the first time we were in the same situation, "I trusted you. I would 'ave risked my life for you, I let you… " I felt another tear fall down my face.

"That was the most beautiful night I've ever had." He explained, "I would have wanted to spend more of…"

I couldn't look him in the eyes and looked down at that drop, "No, you used me… and not in a good way… and you lied and betrayed me."

"You know that's not true... I was trying to protect you." He looked into my eyes, and I looked back into his, seeming to forget the situation we were in, "Please... I want-"

I shook my head at him, "Don't look at me like zat!"

"Perfectia I…" He wanted to say it, I knew that he wanted to say it then, and I would have said it back.

But I shook him as he was on the edge, "Shut up, I never want to see you again. We were…" I pulled him back in, "Go 'ome Draenei, back to your Alliance. I'm going to tell zem zat my cover was blown, and ze mission 'as failed." I ran away back to the Sunreavers and I heard him call my name as I ran.

Just like I said I told the Sunweavers that my cover was blown, but they said I needed to stay put for at least one more night before they could send their reports and reassign me. But I left out how they were found and made up a lie that I was careless, and they were missing.

I went back to my assignment for one more night, one more patrol and I'd go back to my old life. Back to the running, riding, flying, and fighting I usually did as an adventurer. I had only been in Pandaria for a little over a week, but the Pandarens had brought some pretty exotic food into Orgrimmar and there I was, stuck in Dalaran for the past ten months, starving to keep my eyes blue. I was looking forward to gorging myself and leaving this cross-faction love affair on the other side of the planet. One more day, I thought and… Well, I thought, and I thought "Perfectia, you need him, you're pregnant. What do you think will happen when you give birth to a blue skinned half breed?"

New plans, new thoughts, I did need to leave Dalaran, but there had to be some way to get in contact with Oranio. I regretted being so emotionally impulsive. So, I rehearsed what I should say to him, say I was sorry, say we need a change in scenery, there might be a baby coming and… "I love you." I remember saying it out loud and thinking why it was so hard for us to say. "I love you, Oranio." We would be in for a hard life, both factions might have rejected us being together. it wouldn't be like the life he said we would have in his home planet, or even how I imagined it, but possible, together. Maybe we would have found a refugee camp or maybe we would have always been running but… But we would have been together, so whatever resentment I felt for him for lying the way he did or taking me in such a way, I wanted to be with him. Also, let's admit it, his words and actions still have left something completely imprinted on me, when it was new and I could still feel his shape where he hollowed me out, I couldn't stop my insides from cramping, twitching, and soaking like I needed his intercourse to make feel whole again. Almost like a fever it would begin to cramp and tense involuntarily, as if a cry for help. When I wasn't thinking about him, it relaxed, although to this day flashes of blue, a whiff of the scent of the woods, mentions of phallic things, or rigids would similarly cause me to squeeze tight, remembering the harsh and unrelenting mating we had, so…the double entendres always made me remember… the love I suppose? I know it's not the same. I wouldn't have admitted it at the time but my loss of my outlet of lust left a feeling of despair that I could only compare to a gambler losing everything they have. As I was pondering on how I could get it all back. I knew then, and also know now that there hasn't been another like him.

The guard shift break where one replaces another usually takes about a half an hour and that's when I saw Garrosh Hellscream come out from the Darnassus portal. A group of Draenei were waiting for him with shields in the front row and guns in the back row. A large number of trolls and orcs were holding a giant bell as it was pulled through the portal. "Hmph," Garrosh grunted, "My spy reported that this place would be fairly deserted, but it seems you were expecting us."

"Leave her out of this!" I heard Oranio, "We knew you'd be coming, but this doesn't have to end in bloodshed."

I walked where I heard them coming from and saw Garrosh shoot a disgusted glance at me. I drew both of my blades quietly from behind the Draenei phalanx without any of them noticing I was there. Garrosh looked at me again, I nodded my head at him, and he gave me a smirk. "I will listen to your proposition for now." He spoke.

"Take that bell back to Darnassus and we promise you safe passage back to Orgrimmar. Or we cut you down here." One of the other Draenei ordered.

Garrosh rolled his eyes and smiled, "Interesting, but I think I have a better proposition, I am not completely without mercy. You leave and let me go about my business, else, I cut each of you open like the pigs you are!" he shouted.

I heard all the Draenei laugh, but Oranio stood up from the phalanx and put down his gun, "I can't do this anymore." He said.

The other Draenei's looked at him, "You're just going to turn your back on your brothers?" One of them said,

Oranio looked at all his comrades and gestured at everyone there, "This has to end somewhere." He turned away from his comrades and faced me. A smile came across his face as he saw me. Even with blades at the ready, his gaze gave me a shocking feeling of bliss. I dropped them both, seeming to be ready to embrace him.

"Coward!" I heard Garrosh scream, and that moment seemed to go by in slow motion, Garrosh threw Gorehowl, his crude ax at Oranio's back, and I saw that face turn from blissful to painful realization.

I ran toward him and caught him, "Perfectia." He whispered.

I held him in my arms tightly, "No please," I looked into his eyes, "I am so sorry. I didn't mean zat I didn't want to see you, I forgive you, I trust you... I 'eal you, just 'old on." I kissed him on the top of his head.

"I love you." He finally said it in a whisper, and I said it back, but he fell limb, and he passed away in my arms and I don't know if he heard it.

I called out his name and shook him, "Stay with me." I pleaded, but he was gone. I felt deaf as pain and despair consumed my heart. I screamed and cried, and prayed to any gods that would listen. But there was no one.

I saw Garrosh and his men breaking through the phalanx, but my gaze narrowed on him. I let Oranio fall on the ground, and I stood up. I pulled Gorehowl from his back and I felt a spark go through me, but it wasn't a spark. It was a bolt of lightning that cracked and echoed through the halls. It stopped everyone from fighting, and they looked at me. My aura had changed to something strong and radiating as I held Gorehowl at the other end, like I held so many two-handed swords. The heavy ax dragged on the floor as I stepped forward, and another bolt of holy lightning went through me as I felt the change of the ax. It felt light...

"The Ashbringer… " Garrosh said as he smiled maniacally, "…Interesting. Well, I wanted to see what this thing could do. So, I might as well use it." Garrosh took a club off the wooden part of the Bell and banged it.

It let out a gong and black aura, a smoke that when Garrosh's men breathed it in they were choking on the floor, but he breathed it in deeply. His skin turned black, his eyes let out a silver glow, and the same glow came out of his mouth. An aura came out of him, and a beast-like figure formed around his body, he fell on all fours. Muscles on his back grew and screaming, I rushed him with the Ashbringer trailing behind me. He moved like a four-legged beast, he came at me with his clawed hands low, but I was able to flip over his body. His momentum made him drag on the floor, but he clawed at the ground and came for another attack. I placed the Ashbringer on the ground and used its aura to blast holy fire in every direction knocking him backwards. I blasted him with holy fire as he crawled around on the floor on all fours. I used the Light to summon fire and holy lightning. He dodged around it in this beast form, jumping from wall to wall. He let out a roar as he got close enough to pounce. I was able to use his momentum by putting the Ashbringer over my head and slamming him into a nearby wall cracking it. Garrosh let out another beast-like roar, as he moved his head around savagely flinging bits of black drool at his sides. This time he came with a sideways slash, I blocked it, but I staggered from the hit. He spun around for another slash scratching into my back, but I was able to block his third attack with my sword and able to side flip over from under his fourth. He came downward with another slash sticking his claws in the ground. With his other hand, he put his hand around my neck, and threw me up in the air. As I came down, he caught me and slammed my head into the ground.

Like an animal he tried to bite into my face but couldn't get the leverage to sink his jaws into me. He lifted me up again and slashed into me in mid-air slamming me onto a wall. I dropped the Ashbringer and it changed back into Gorehowl. He readied another pounce, but a strong fireball came at his side knocking him backwards. He fell on his back to his normal self again. He sat up and looked at his hands and arms, surprised that he was in full control of his body again, "I think you used that bell for a little too long Garrosh." A familiar voice said. It was Aethas Sunreaver the leader of the Sunreavers who I usually reported to, "She reported that her cover was blown, and you thought it would be a good time to infiltrate?" He asked.

He picked up Gorehowl and he put it behind himself, "Hmph, I needed to make a move or everything we worked for would have been for nothing." Garrosh explained and looked down on me, "Besides, I think there was more to it than you think." He looked down at me, "Get up…"

Garrosh picked me up by my neck and punched the blunt end of Gorehowl into my gut. My eyes and mouth went wide as I screamed out with pain, "What are you doing?!" Aethas Sunreaver demanded.

"Garrosh no, please." I pleaded in broken Orcish, as I tried to hold myself up from where he was holding me by my neck like a ragdoll, "I might be carrying, I might be preg-"

You know that feeling the gazelle has that I just mentioned a few pages ago? Where gazelle's eyes dilate, body goes stiff, and an involuntary delirium of pleasure? Well, that doesn't happen to someone that's pregnant. I don't know if Gorehowl's non ax side was meant to impale and pull guts out when it hit, but I remember those six spikes entering my flesh and hip bones and shattering like glass when he pulled it out sideways. I remember seeing that blood spill on the floor, screaming in excruciating pain, and knowing in that split second everything I loved and everything I could ever love was gone. That piece of Oranio that I should have protected was just a stain on the floor. With all the joys I experienced with him, I would spend the rest of my long elven life sterile, and any sexual experience from that point on would be excruciating. He knew what I was about to say, and I felt blood come down my legs like I was being dipped in blood. I felt deep bruising, numbness in my whole lower body, and fractures in my pelvis bone. "No! Why?!" I screamed.

"I'm punishing traitors!" He looked at Aethas, "Do you have a problem with that?!"

I looked over at Aethas, he looked at me disturbed by what he was seeing, but he slowly put his head down, and shook his head, no.

"Good." Garrosh looked back at me, "You disgust me."

"Just finish it," I retorted with tears in my eyes.

He nodded, he flipped his ax and brought the sharp part to my throat, at that point I just wanted the clean death and lifted my head expecting it, but an arrow went through his wrist, and he dropped Gorehowl on the ground. "What are you doing here, you damned monster."

Another familiar voice demanded. He took more arrows out of his back and looked at who shot them, holding me like a rag doll in his grip. It was Vereesa Windrunner and two of her High Elf rangers were with her. "Vereesa, so good to see you again, I will give your best regards to your sister." Garrosh said sarcastically.

Vereesa pointed at me, "What did you do with that High Elf? Answer quickly or the next one goes right in your eye." She readied another volley.

Garrosh threw me on the ground, "This is not one of your High Elf Rangers, she was a spy working for me, but she set up a little ambush for me and my men. Maybe you can save me the trouble by putting her out of her misery."

Vereesa gestured to her ranger, and he came closer to me, "There's a lot of blood Vereesa, I don't think she's going to make it, but she's Sin'dorei alright." He spoke.

"Then bring her here quickly." Vereesa ordered.

"You will do no such thing!" Garrosh screamed as he slammed his foot onto the ground and the ranger moved back, "This b—- betrayed me and I can still kill every one of you."

"And who's going to help you move that, Bell? If she dies the Alliance will soon bring their best and brightest, and even you won't be able to kill them all." Vereesa argued. "So, bring her to me right NOW!"

Garrosh looked down at me and picked me up as gently as he could, I was still writhing in pain as the broken hips' bones were cutting into my muscles, "It would have been a mercy to kill you, but you deserved this." He whispered before he handed me to one of her rangers. "Take her." And he crossed his arms, "One-hour Vereesa, if she's alive for one hour, you fulfill your end of the bargain, and help me move the bell."

Vereesa narrowed her vision up to him, "And if she dies before that?"

He looked away and shook his head, "Then she died quicker than she deserved, you keep the bell, and try to kill me. Either way I win."

She nodded, confirming the deal.

They took me to the Silver Covenant and put me on a bed. A priest healer came to me as I laid there in the bed and began to cast healing magic on me, but the mending of bones didn't take place like they usually do. I felt a snapping pitch in the groin area followed by an almost electric pain going through my entire body. I remember shaking uncontrollably and the last words I heard before I lost consciousness were, "She is going into shock, this isn't going to work. She needs surgery."

I survived the hour, obviously. As it turned out they had to break my pelvis bones again and add more bone matter to me, but fecal and urinary incontinence and dyspareunia would continue to be an ongoing problem. Dr. Olisarra performed my surgery, but she was also the one I said that I might be pregnant. I spent a lot of that time sedated, and things were explained to me about what needed to be done as far as ensuring my survival, with the only words I was able to conjure back was, "My baby?"

And that response back being, "We're trying, Perfectia, if we don't remove it, it will kill you."

Eye phasing in and out barely able to see, "I don't mind."

The whole process took about five or six months until I regained full consciousness without pain medicine or slow healing spells. It took almost a year after that of regular visits to the Sunwell to where I could walk around without crutches. I still came by Hero's Inn to talk to some of my friends that I had made there. Few of them were biased and resentful, but the bartender Isarami Fairwind explained things to people, and they usually apologized.

Love: I can only call it that. In Thalassian we have several names for it: filer le parfait amour, avoir un cœur d'artichaut, Trouver la perle rare. None of these really translate very well into Common, they have a savage generalization that I thought did a disservice to the feeling. But I guess the reason might be to stem it more in mystery. The love I had stemmed from desire, for a wish to be thrown off course by an unknowing force. But my love for Oranio didn't really exist beyond that great feeling. 'Compassion' is a loan word from Thalassian but makes the feeling more godlike, but love is just something so terribly fragile. Also incredibly savage, like an animal that has been living in a world that it wasn't born in, then it encounters one of its own kind and it realizes it's been searching in the wrong place. I know it was far-fetched, but at that moment I thought I could take revenge on Garrosh. After all that pain and suffering I knew I had to keep that weak savage animal in a cage.

Isirami Fairwind was an uninhibited woman who always invited inquiry, she had a smile that showed the world that she loved what she did, and her attitude told you not to waste her time. She greatly valued her privacy but there was a softness and approachability to her that I really liked, she had this fierce blue eye hungry stare that I thought was amazing. You know that look someone gives when they are about to kiss you? It's kind of tired, kind of open-mouthed, kind of predatory, but also inviting? That kind of look that probed you and made you feel hunted and studied so much it gave you chills. That was her default. The shine of her well tempered, short, golden wheat colored hair that flattered her delicate face and the air of the makeup she wore. Despite all her polish and sleek, fashionable clothing, delicious fragrant aura she has she didn't come off as hard or brittle. She was… is, a combination of boldness, freshness, and feminine presentability that was unexpected, unusual, and at least to me… very appealing and sometimes made me extremely envious… Because I knew she could have any man she wanted.

My first approach when I first showed up to Dalaran was that she was a very busy woman. She wore a mostly purple outfit with golden trim and white dress shirt that seemed to command attention, but a completely exposed abdomen that showed off her soft pale light skin.

I was too proud when I became injured walking around on crutches and I usually didn't want to be helped. There was a level of delusion in my mind, I thought or at least I told people that I would be back on my feet and adventuring in no time. At least three months, I'll be walking, in six months I'll be lightly sparring, in a year I should be able to kill wildlife again. I was diluted, I wasn't aware of how hard the process would be, and a year went by. I realized I could barely move, I had been through trauma before, but I always came back from it stronger. It wasn't happening, it was something you don't just recover from, it was pain, tragedy, and injury that you don't come back from stronger, that's when the depression and real hopelessness came. I thought I would be back to my life but I wasn't. I think that was the hardest part, that my life would be crutches and painkillers. I remember complaining about the cold and heat, how I had to fight to keep my armor and weapons upgraded and repaired, and keep myself fed and sheltered. I forgot what a blessing that was, to just wake up, put your clothes on, and have all these choices. I can only say, don't take it for granted, because one mistake and your whole life can change.

The alcohol she gave me did help with the pain, emotionally and physically, but there was also pain-relieving medicine that made everything numb, blank, and euphoric. A few times I fell asleep at the bar, and I would wake up in my room. I usually took just under what was a lethal amount just so I wouldn't have any pain at all, physical or emotional, but I was tempted to take more than that. When I checked into my room at Hero Welcome. I fell asleep and woke up to an empty bottle of pain pills and more pills were just out of reach. I was in too much pain to even grab my crutches. I had to wear this diaper thing that was supposed to keep my hips together and I had to let this healing come 'naturally', if I tried to use my own healing magic on it, Dr Olisarra said the mending bone wouldn't graft right like they did before, and I would end up pitching nerves or even a main artery. I did try though; the light magic I was able to command just didn't flow and I knew it was for a number of reasons.

I woke up in that room in pain that got more excruciating if I tried to move. Also, I had soiled myself while I was asleep and was extremely embarrassed to the point, I felt I really didn't want to call for help. The clock turned and the pain got a little worse with each passing hour and also a sense of dread that someone would eventually come in. Knocks on the doors to check out, then the next hour came, and Isarami unlocked the door with a broom and cleaning supplies. She looked at me somewhat disturbed, "It's past check out." She stated questionably.

I looked at her and nodded while I was stuck on the bed, "Can you hand me my pain meds? Once they take effect, I'll grab my crutches and be out of your hair." But that wasn't true. This whole process took me a few hours to do on my own even with meds.

She approached me, looked at me and saw and probably smelled what I did to the bed sheets.

"I'M FINE!" I shouted as she came closer. "Just hand me that bag and I'll get it myself."

She looked around and saw the bag, handed it to me, and I snatched it away. "Why didn't you call for help earlier?" She asked.

"I'm asking for help now so you can leave now." I continued looking through my bag. When I found my medicine, she was already there holding out a glass of water. I took it gently and said thank you. Once I swallowed the pills, I laid back down and rocked side to side to wait for the meds to take effect, "What time is it?" I asked.

"It's 1 pm." She answered, but was still cleaning areas of the room I was in.

I sighed, "I missed my appointment... Maybe you should go clean the other rooms, I should be out of here by then and I'll be able to pay for the next night as well."

She shrugged slightly, "This was the only door that was locked. I already cleaned the rooms of the people that checked out. "

I rolled myself side to side trying to use momentum to pick myself up. I was thriving in pain, but I was trying to hide it. I managed to put myself on my side and made myself sit up.

Isarami ran toward me, "No. no, no- "She chanted as she came toward me with her hands out.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I yelled with tears that started to form in my eyes, "Can't you see how disgusting I am?" I put my head down, "I said, just leave me alone."

She just stood there, "I think you should lay back down. I'll clean you up if you made a mess."

I shook my head no, and reached for my crutches, "I didn't-" but I felt a pitching pain in my hip, and I slipped, but Isarami caught me. When I was in her arms, I struggled to get away from her. "Let go of me."

"No, stop fighting me!" I could hear her start crying, "Please stop, just for today, don't be the paladin. You can take off the armor. It's okay. Let it go. Just for today. You can fall apart. I'll help you get through this."

And so she did.

It was strange that she cut me off from drinking so early at times and also rationed my pain pills so I wouldn't run out. She was always willing to talk to me even when things were busy. Also came with me to the clinic to help with my physical therapy.

I was lonely, isolating myself in my depression, I questioned the meaning of all this life, and when I met Oranio as a spy I realized I just needed someone to talk to. I needed to know that I wasn't alone in all this pain, but it hurt because I couldn't tell him who I really was. I could tell him about Silvermoon and my mother, and how I thought it was unfair that no High Elves could join the campaign against the Lich King. He had been through so much himself; his whole planet was destroyed when he was a child, but he didn't focus on revenge like I had for so many years.

Oranio said it was a good thing that I didn't go, that I wouldn't be as sweet as I am now, I could have died, and he'd never get to meet me. I think that's why I fell in love with him, a Draenei. I didn't want him to leave. I did, but I didn't, and it was so confusing and then he died the night after we made love. Little bit more than 24 hours.

The Silver Covenant gave me an elixir to keep my eyes blue. Kept me on bedrest from the time Garrosh almost disemboweled me with Gorehowl, but I needed to go back to the Sunwell to recover. With Isirami, but in those in between I took arcane energy like a blood elf, meaning from whatever source I could find it from, weapons, mana users, or magical creatures. My eyes changed green again, but she let me into Hero's Welcome and let me share her bed all the same.

I would like to say that she was one of my best friends and I loved her, but I know she wanted more. I guess what floods my mind when I think about her is guilt. I don't think you (I do mean 'you' as the reader) can fully grasp what it feels like to be treated like a baby and be conscious enough to appreciate it. To wipe you, clean you, sing to you, feed you, and cheer you on as you try to learn to walk again, every step. She gave me so much and I couldn't give her back what she gave me in return. She did so much for me, a range of motion exercises, some resistance with the stretchy bands, my disgusting bedtime problem, and suggested a more 'forbidden' kind of therapy. Ever since my injury, dyspareunia had been an ongoing problem, and I couldn't even touch myself, and I was scared it was going to last forever. She had two large, locked treasure chests filled with… what looked like weapons, but not any kind that I've ever encountered before. I wasn't sure what they were all for at first glance but some of them made my throat tighten as I looked at their length, but deep down I knew exactly what they were for. She had or still has, these interconnecting belts with a blunt, smooth, obsidian colored object affixed to it. She coated it with this milky scented vial, "This is going to fix you right up." She would say as she approached me with it while I was on all fours. I held my breath, parting my quivering legs as the artificial rubbery trespasser wiggled its way into my privates. I remember gritting my teeth, feeling my innards and muscles stretch to accommodate its tremendous girth, through my birthing canal until the imitational phallus just kissed my cervix. Most of the time it felt slightly painful and somewhat uncomfortable, like poking your finger against the points of a fork. Tolerable but not particularly arousing. I could feel the way she navigated through my internal tubing. However, this wasn't just a simple in and out pushing motion tool, the tool flicked and bent inside me, traveling in erratic bends until it flicked side to side to stimulate my womb, leaving me a screaming, shaking, sweat soaked mess. The meek body that Isirami has isn't particularly arousing to my eyes, but I admired her experience… her talent. Her dedication to my pleasure. The way she could angle it just so. I tried to pretend it was something else… anything else. But there hasn't been anything like that.

She had more tools and techniques at her disposal, some smaller, some bigger, and we progressed, and I was eventually taking something… 'sizable' that was strapped onto her until I felt the leather against my rear. I know I might come off as rough around the edges because of my time as a soldier but during times of extreme intimacy I feel this feeling of guilt, shyness, and inhibition. When we knew we hit a medium, some type of instinctive impulse went through her, and she would start ignoring all my incoherent moaning and babbling… and I loved it. The way that tool angled back and pulled. The sensation built from my thighs into my lower stomach. It built into a wild crashing peak that tore through my body and I was left in a weak, limp, shaking frame. I laid back, too tired to move and too exhausted to complain and whatever happened after that, I was helpless to stop her. That's when she forced her pelvis into my face without remorse. I remember her grinding against my nose and lips and struggling to breathe. She would press her hips down and it was like being smothered by a big fleshy pillow. Dark, hot, and both her crevices were drilled by my tongue, and I would feel humiliated if I didn't feel so asphyxiated. The oversensitivity of my lips from being drunk from afterglow had me suckling, licking, and tasting her… and she was so delicious, like, silken tofu, deeper, sometimes lusciously sweet or a more sulfuric taste depending on where we were in our cycles, but always buttery, creamy and extremely addicting. She would pull off my face for moments and wiggled herself on top of me and I remember fussing like a baby being removed for the breast but letting me catch my breath in big gasp before her perky bottom engulfed me once again. But there were times where I was struggling, pinned, and deprived of air as I couldn't dislodge her. "You like my taste, Melfina?" She would say as she forced her rear on me, "…If you want to breathe, you have to obey."

I licked her smaller hole while she grinded it against my face and that would cause her to ease up. I remember her insides squeezing and tightening around my tongue as I even put the barest of inches into her. I don't know if she had even been with a man before but when I put my fingers inside her, much of it felt narrow and unexplored and I never used the tool she used on me… Not that I or she wanted me to. But I think there was a subconscious instinct in her to fornicate like she might do with a man, because when she would start reaching climax, she would bounce on my face as I diligently kept my tongue sticking out and it was like someone punching me in the face with two boxing gloves, until I felt her peak as well. Even then, the only thing I could do was keep digging my tongue into her to get her to relieve tension faster. It was rarely over once.

Wow, I really wrote that down, I hope no one finds this book until after I'm dead. However, I'm Horde, so no one really cares about those kinds of things. Alliance though, if you wanted to lick a little fluffy you have to do it in the back of your alcoholic neighbor shed where no one could see you. But I guess she liked the thrill of it because she hardly made advances on me while we were both in Horde territory. So, as I'm looking around and seeing some of the women, I'm getting a little flustered… But no, that's not me. I'm not like that, Isirami Fairwind was special, but a one time thing. However, I am getting hungry so maybe I'll take a break.

Okay, I'm back. So, it was mainly a lot of kissing and stimuli, and I didn't even know you could do all of those things with a woman, but she did tell me that if anyone found out about what she was doing, what we were doing, she would have been put in jail or a mental hospital.

If I was high enough from pain killers, alcohol, recreational drugs, or a combination of all three for pain, I could remember the world slowing. My speech slurred and my breath came in ragged gasps, and I don't remember the foolish things I said while on anesthesia. When she would simulate me with her tongue the sensation grew so excessive that I began to convulse and shudder. She would often keep a hand over my mouth so I could bite down if it hurt too badly or scream into a pillow if I was on all fours, but she often shushed me if I was making too much noise. Often, I felt as though trapped in a time dilated world where all my sensation grew magnified. As wave after wave of orgiastic pleasure ripped through my body, I realized that she wasn't as charitable and empathetic as I thought she was. But more of a devious misanthrope, forceful, if need be, because I wasn't completely into her, and she wasn't allowed to be the type of woman she wanted to be. However, the fox takes a lot more sheep than wolves I suppose.

For a long time, I told myself that this was the road to recovery, but I'll admit that it felt good most of the time. There was this funny feeling of anticipation whenever I would see her or when we were in a room alone together. I admittedly told her that I liked men but then she would just start touching me, breathing on me, and kissing me. That's when she would check to see how wet I was, I was usually dripping, she would then push me onto the bed and start taking off my clothes from my body, peeling me as if I were a ripe fruit. Her hands and arms were always used to hold me in place forcefully, but her lips were used to caress and fire off my nerves in my stomach, thighs, chest, under arm, neck, ears, before finally coating my inner thighs with her tingling salvia. She would have my loins tingling, coursing with pleasure from activating every single other pleasure zone before she slithered her silky, long, snake-like tongue through the soft folds of my wet gash and she would make me have doubts about my resolve. Every part of me told me to fight this feeling, not to let her give me another embarrassing shameful climax the way she did. That this was just for medical purposes, because even with my hands I couldn't touch those injured areas without being overstimulated with pain. Better yet to bring myself to orgasm but she always could, sometimes in a few minutes and sometimes in a few seconds and once again I felt myself becoming addicted to another kind of forbidden love and the comfortable sensations of gentle climaxes. There was a time where I thought I might actually be in love with her, because it was the first time we… made love.

One day I was sitting at the bar with her on the other side while she was tending to a few other patrons. She was kind of dancing or vibing to music in that confident kind of way where she was kind of smiling at everybody, and me sometimes… to show me that she noticed me noticing her as we started drinking. I usually always wanted something hard (I didn't get my nickname for nothing you know) but she was a sipper, and it was more for her to loosen up. She always appeared to be fun and flirty with everyone and some people were even envious of me because I had just started sleeping in Isarami's bed. I was telling people that there was nothing going on, because there wasn't, and she was only cleaning up after me at the time. Then Jaina Proudmoore ruined the vibe and stopped the music as she walked around looking and eventually noticed that I was there and said, "What is that 'thing' doing here?" She said angrily, referring to me.

Isrami tried to work her charm, "What are you drinking? Newcomers get one on the house. Are you here for a special occasion?"

"I asked you a question, wench." Isrami hated that term.

She breathed in, seeming to try to keep her anger under control and patrons were starting to leave, "That 'thing' is a member of the Silver Covenant."

She laughed slightly, "I trust you know what I did during the Purge, or do I need to remind you?"

Isrami sighed, "I guess I'll start cleaning now since you scared away my customers." Isrami grabbed a broom and walked toward her, "She wasn't conscious during the Purge, but I saw what you did. We've been trying to avoid places you roam, so what are you doing here now? You don't normally come here."

"Well, I heard that there was one here, I had to see it for myself." She looked over at me, "That thing doesn't belong here."

"She can't walk." She said angrily.

"That sounds like a Horde problem. I'm sure Garrosh's shamans should be able to tend to it." He was the acting warchief at the time.

Isarami shook her head, "Garrosh was the one who crippled her."

She laughed again, "Well I guess that's a whole lot of 'that things' problem. I'm in charge of the Kirin Tor, Dalaran is my city, and what I say-"

Her speech was cut short as someone had to stop her from pulling a hidden blade out of her broomstick. Another Silver Covenant guard had to stop her from bringing it down into Jaina's collar bone.

"Isarami, drop it." The guard ordered as he held onto her arm.

Jaina had started charging a frost bolt spell, but I could tell that that knife would have sunk in her flesh if that guard wasn't there, "Jaina don't… If you have a problem, you can take it up with Vereesa Windrunner."

She stopped her frostbolt spell, and looked at Isarami who was still holding the hidden knife. She dropped it and it fell on the floor. Jaina looked over at me and narrowed her vision to me. Staring at me like a predator that had just lost her meal, I saw her nose twitch and she showed her clenched teeth at me.

My mouth went dry, I felt the blood leave my face, and I felt my face start sweating profusely. I saw her eyes go from blue to glowing silver. I swallowed hard and I felt myself shaking.

I saw her look at the guardsman and look at Isarami, "If you cross me, ever. I'll kill you where you stand. So, I wouldn't leave this place if I were you." She said to Isarami and walked away from Hero's Welcome.

I saw both of them give a sigh of relief and I called out to her.

"How did you know about the knife?." She asked the guardsmen.

"I grabbed that broom before to clean a mess I made and found it accidentally. So I assumed." He explained.

I held my arms out as she came closer. I eventually grabbed her and hugged her as hard as I could, "Don't ever do something like that again!" I said I cried.

She hugged me back, "I told you I was going to help you to get through this."

"I was so scared; I couldn't protect you." I still couldn't let her go.

She pulled herself away from me and looked in my eyes, "You want to go upstairs?" She asked.

I soaked my lips, looked into her steel blue eyes, nodded to her and bit my lip slightly. "Please, I… " I looked over at the guardsmen that just saved our lives. He blushed slightly and walked away awkwardly as he realized that we needed some privacy. "I need your… treatment." I said coquettishly.

Isirami was delighted, she grinded, brushed, and soaked her lower lip, while seeming to want to kiss in front of everyone. Before this time, therapy was only suggested but her subtle motherly touches had me desperately wanting her even when we were in public. But she told one of her assistants to close up the bar and we started our new therapy from that point. With a newfound physical attraction, opium that was fresh to my system, and the spirits I was drinking at the bar, our guards were dropped completely, and the two of us finally could bask in each other's bodies like lifelong lovers. With her hands and face she slid between my feverish lips, up and down my taut belly, then lurched through the soft, sweat-glossed valley of my breast and started her eager magic into the velvety insides of my womanhood. With a hand on my face, I fought for air as the first one came quicker than it's ever came before and I soaked her hair, face, and ivory petal colored breast with a layer of love fluids. In this state I could barely move, and my lungs were burning from the lack of oxygen created by my continuing orgasms. I think we were both worried I might be overdosing; it did slow my synapses so that each climax felt as though it lasted for minutes. She would check my heart rate and my breathing, and I would whisper in her ear, "More."

For some indiscernible reason, she kept me at the edge of consciousness, taking much pleasure each time I came. Wiggling her skillful tongue into every arena of my pelvis, from my clitoris to the tiny hole of my perineum. When my quivering, throbbing womanhood drooled, leaked, or squirted I could feel the heat in her face, and her heart pounding through her tongue as she held it there, my orgasms arrived one after another like a rolling tide. I would never say it out loud, but that was what I wanted. All the gold in the world wouldn't amount to the satisfaction I felt at those moments. Even in those days of weakness and injury, she gave me what I desired. The feelings sent me reeling into another peak, one that made my body tense for minutes. When that last one was over, I had to remind myself to breathe but it was already too late. Once the last spasm rippled over me, I collapsed on my back, my toes curled, and my mind went completely blank... I entered into a convulsion of such pleasure that my vision turned momentarily white as the blood rushed back to my head and for a moment, I forgot where I was, who I was, or what I was. Everything just felt connected, and I allowed myself to free fall into a verdant world of pleasure as each and every orifice vibrated. In her embrace I listened to her heartbeat and heavy breathing after her wild exertion, content to be resting in her arms. I was completely speechless. My eyes blinked once, twice and it was nobody's home.

However, the drugs began to wane, and the next morning, pain, withdrawal, and guilt set in. I was still in a lot of pain as she tried to touch me, my lower body ached, my abdomen felt numb, and I couldn't lift my rear up, better yet return any favors. When she woke, she held my hands in hers, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

I shook my head, with my eyes adjusting to the light, "No, it was wonderful. But I might need the wheelchair for the rest of the day."

"No, whatever you need I'll do it, whatever you want I'll bring. Just please don't leave my room today." She came close to my ear, "Or ever…" She whispered. I couldn't disobey her... not at that time. I nodded, pressing my face against her chest. I smiled and continued to nod, feeling her motherly touch toying with my mind, making me want her even more. She left me laying on her bed, she called me a cutie before she left, and my heart filled with warmth, but also despair like someone pulled a battery from my blissfulness… When I was alone I thought, "What did she do to me?"

We knew that last night was counterproductive, but when she came back we mostly just kissed, held each other, which still left me hot and wanting, but like a stern mother she told me away from that activity which made me more than a little frustrated. I looked at her and bit my lips, trying to make her all too aware that I wanted more, but she made do with her promise not just that day, but all the days I needed her.

I nodded, smiled while holding her hands, and kissed them, "Okay."

But one day Veressa Windrunner came by Hero's Welcome and met me there at the bar. It was somewhat busy, and she tapped me on the shoulder. "Hi… Ah, Perfectia I think your name was?" She asked.

Isirami had been on edge and had been extremely protective of me and I really hated seeing her like that. I mean she still danced, shined, brought attention to herself, but her spirits and energy were not as high as they used to be, she was like a goddess most of the time, that seemed to deserve every abundance and all the gold in the world. "It's Melfina." Isirami cut in from behind the bar from the other side of me.

Veressa looked at Isirami angry and somewhat confused. I shook my head at Isirami and looked at Veressa, "Can I help you?" I asked.

Veressa looked around at the somewhat crowded bar and seemed confused that with all the other patrons in this area being members of the Alliance, I was the only member of the Horde. I wasn't trying to hide what I was anymore. She shook her head and shrugged slightly confused, "It's just, remembering you from before and... Well, your eyes are green now. I'm sure you heard about the Purge."

"We hid her during that whole ordeal..." Isarami said aggressively, Veressa wasn't the first person that had shown me some levels of prejudice, "No thanks to you."

"If she wants me to leave, I'll leave. I don't want to cause any more trouble." I said toward Isarami.

"No, no, I didn't come here to kick you out. But that's part of the reason I'm here. Jaina Proudmoore saw you and was upset."

I nodded, "I remember. She referred to me as 'that thing' and your men told her to take it up with you."

She laughed slightly, "Yes, so why are you still here?"

I looked at her somewhat confused, "Do you want me to leave?"

Isarami shook her head at me and put her finger in front of me, "The place is called 'Hero's Welcome' so she is not going anywhere if she wants to stay. The Horde had to abandon Sunreaver's Sanctuary, her doctor works here, and I'm helping with her physical therapy."

Veressa looked downward, "Can I speak to her privately?"

I nodded, "Isarami, can you help me? I'm still having problems with stairs."

Veressa looked at me somewhat confused as I grabbed my crutches and moved away from the bar. "I don't understand. I sent you to a healer after-"

"It didn't work..." Isarami snapped at her as she helped me up the stairs, "She needed surgery." She held me as I leaned against her, "Come on Melfina." She said to me,

She held me the rest of the way to Veressa's room and Isarami gently sat me in a chair.

"Can I speak to her alone?" She asked Isirami.

Isarami looked down at me and I nodded. "If you need anything just holler. I'll come running." She said to me and touched my nose. She knew what her gentle touches did to me and smiled as it tickled. She walked toward Veressa close enough to whisper, "If you hurt her..."

Veressa shook her head and held up her hands in defense.

She looked back at me and smiled, and I smiled back.

Once she closed the door Veressa put her hand on the back of her head, "She seems to have taken a liking to you."

I looked away as I remembered back, "I started getting wasted here and I eventually couldn't get out of one the beds. So, we talk now instead of getting drunk. We're sharing a bed now and she helps change my clothes and cleans up after me."

"Are you two, together?"

I shook my head, no in panic, "No, no, she acts as my nurse for Dr. Olissara." I was in denial, and I think I explained this kind of affair was illegal. I looked away and laughed slightly, "Isirami said there were certain procedures I could do so that I can make love again and that's all it is. I'm trying to concentrate on getting myself mobile."

"Well, I guess other people here have taken a liking to you..." She laughed and shrugged, "But you were a spy."

I nodded, "I know." I licked my lips and sighed, "Was there something you wanted? I said I would leave if you wanted me to leave." I put my hand on the back of my neck and thought back, "I think I might be able to convince Isirami to come to Silvermoon, but I don't really want her to be like me. They might ask her to start taking in fel magic to turn her eyes green." I looked at her suspiciously, "I don't mean to sound selfish, but it will be hard to find someone in the Horde that will be as helpful as her."

She nodded, "Yes, and the state of things now I think the Horde will be concentrating on trying to rebuild. I'm sure you heard about Garrosh's arrest?"

I nodded, "Yes, I heard. It's been the reason the bar has been so jumpy. I'm just a little surprised that he's not dead."

"If I was there, he would be." She stated factually.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head at that statement.

She noticed my gesture of disbelief, "What were you thinking about taking him on by yourself?" She asked.

I laughed at that statement, "Was there something you wanted?" I asked again, avoiding her question.

She nodded, "I need you to promise me that you won't say anything at Garrosh's trial." She got straight to the point, "Also, Aethas Sunreaver wishes to give you his most humblest apologies."

I looked away and shook my head, "You think I'm going to rat you out?"

She shrugged, "Thanks to Isirami everyone in the Silver Covenant knows what really happened when Garrosh came here with that bell and based on the way she describes it, I think she was there."

"She was but she was hiding."

"But what you don't know is that Aethas Sunreaver agreed to take the blame, after... Well, you saw what he did. He told me to tell Jaina that the Silver Covenant had no involvement, if there was any blame to be had, it should be on the Sunreavers."

I remembered when he left me to die and the idea of him actually doing something that selfless made me laugh slightly, "You expect me to believe that a coward like that-"

She shook her head and interrupted me, "He saved your life, remember? We both did, but he knows exactly how cowardly he acted. What he let Garrosh do to you. I know what I said that time, but it was his men that actually helped him move the bell. He told me to lie to Jaina and I did." She looked downward and shook her head, "Now I know exactly what happens when people lie to Jaina Proudmoore." She looked away resentfully, "The things I had to do these past few months. The encampments, the starving overworked blood elves quickly turning to Wretched. What happened here doesn't even compare to the corpse piles I've seen, even children." She started crying, "And I had to do it, because I knew if she found out, my people would be replacing them." She breathed and tried to regain some composure, "She's a monster, but I think she's focusing on the trial. So, I'm going to try to get our people out of there." She nodded slightly to explain her plan, "I know you and Isirami have been taking trips to the Sunwell lately, so I need you to convey a message to Lor'themar Theron. Tell him that I've had a change of heart, and I will be trying to release as many blood elves as I can and by request, he should release his members of the Kirin Tor."

I shrugged slightly, "Why don't I just tell him the truth about what really happened?"

She laughed slightly, "Well if he believes you over Aethas I think you know that he will use that bit of information for his own personal gain. He's tried so many times already to weasel his way back to the Alliance. And let's say he believes you and somehow Jaina believes him. Well... "

"You know even when Jaina's hairstyle changed, she still seemed kind. But when I woke up from my coma, I could see that she walks around here like a school yard bully. I don't know what her problem is, but she doesn't know what it feels like to lose EVERYTHING!" I looked down, and I felt sorry for her, but not just for the reasons you might have heard of, because even to this day I still can't hear someone mention her name without bringing up The Bombing of Theramore Isle and all the tragedies, and traumas she went through. But the fact that she didn't know how precarious life was, and not aware of how quickly it can be taken away, or how precious it was to just be alive, and to just see the sky. Her suffering felt self inflicted, and for whatever reason she felt she needed to scapegoat her pain to anyone that didn't agree with her self victimhood worldview. Shrugged slightly, "Do you like living in fear like this? Here?"

She looked around herself, "No, I don't, but I think you care about us. My people, even without my knowing, have taken a liking to you, and I don't think you want to put us on the chopping block. I just want to hear you say that you won't say anything."

I nodded and thought that the Silver Covenant had in fact helped me quite a bit with the passing of Oranio and with my therapy, "I don't care much for Jaina but if she found out what had really happened, I would be in as much trouble as you." I looked down and remembered the last time I saw Jaina, "Isirami has been able to protect me from members of the Alliance, but Jaina seemed more than insistent that she didn't want me here."

She looked away angrily, "I'll talk to her. She owes me a favor anyway."

I nodded slightly relieved, "Um, one more thing, I want to be at Garrosh's trial for what he did to me. What he did to Oranio."

She nodded slightly confused, "Right... I'm sorry, you were there when he died, did he have any last words?"

I shook my head, my heart ached, and my eyes burned as I recalled the thought, "I love you." I remembered, looking up at her, tears starting to fill my eyes. I touched my stomach with both of my hands, "I miscarried our child."

Vereesa gave me a look of shock of realization, she shook her head at me, her face filled with despair, "Oh, you poor child." voice distorted with tears of sympathy. She hugged me while I cried on her shoulder for an hour.

I recovered a bit to the point I could travel a little and we eventually saw what Garrosh did to Theramore. I made a vow that I would protect the innocent, right injustice, or help the weak. Summoning the Ashbringer came so much easier after that, even in a wheelchair. It still comes when my life is in danger, I think by some intervention of Alexandros wanting to protect me, and I know that's a good thing.

I couldn't go through with the Siege of Orgrimmar for the reasons; one, I hadn't completely recovered from my injuries; two, after what I heard about Jaina did during the Purge I didn't want to devote any of my thoughts or actions to vengeance, anger, or despair.

Isarami was with me at Garrosh's trial, pushing me around in a wheelchair, and it disturbed me that Jaina didn't once speak of what she did to the Sunreavers. Frankly I was more focused on what was being said about Garrosh since he killed my lover, Oranio.

We did pass by Jaina a few times during the trial. She didn't say anything to us directly, she just looked at us both somewhat sympathetically. I kept looking up at Isarami touching her hand whispering, "Don't, please, don't."

And she would whisper back, "She's not going to do anything."

I wanted Garrosh to burn for what he did to me, what he had done to so many people, but after listening to Bane I realized he was right. Garrosh had to be given the opportunity to change, a real chance to let the guilt set in, and realize that he had hurt so many people in his blind rage.

Well eventually I was able to walk again without Isarami and without crutches but if she found a place where we were alone, someplace dark or secluded, she would try to rush herself into me and that was not only painful sometimes but extremely uncomfortable. I had to tell her to stop and even had to force her at times. I sometimes forgot that I was a lot stronger than her. After all the physical therapy sessions, it left the cheeks on my rear plumper and my hips dramatically wider compared to my waistline. When I would see her naked, I would find bruises where I grabbed her or pushed her away. I would blame it on her for not stopping when I told her to, but I still felt guilty for hurting her like that.

One day she led me to the place where I gave my virginity to Oranio and she started trying to take my clothes off.

I tried to stop her as gently as I could, "Stop!" I ordered.

She laughed slightly confused, "Come on, you told me about this place. You can scream as loud as you want."

"That is not what this place is for." I looked downward and shook my head, "I don't think I need you to do that anymore. It hasn't hurt the past few times we did that."

She stopped trying to touch me and shrugged her shoulders, "You have always called it 'that'. Why don't you just say what it is?"

I breathed in and shrugged, "Therapy?" I looked at her.

"S–, Melfina. We've been making love these past few months." She paused, "I know it's been helping you recover but you must know how I feel about you, right?"

I did know, but I hoped that it would never come to this. I was angry because I knew what she wanted to say, "You can't replace him, Isirami." I shook my head and shrugged one shoulder, "I still love him."

"He's dead, Melfina. You weren't at his funeral, have you even visited his gravestone?"

I looked in her eyes, "You know I'm not allowed to go to the Exodar."

She shook her head, "You haven't even tried." She paused, seeming to be disgusted, "You are the most selfish person I've ever met. You know, I really thought that maybe you were forgetting about him, I mean you were just using him, weren't you?"

I was angered by that statement, I felt like what I had told her before about me and Oranio was being used against me, "I don't love you, Isirami!" I yelled "…and I always think about him when…" I sighed, "…when we make love, but maybe you should seek some help."

She laughed sinisterly, "It seems the Alliance values rubbed off on you. You love me… You've said it before."

I rolled my eyes, "Was I high on anesthesia, drunk, opium?"

"I've been a bartender since Dalaran has been floating in the air. People have confessed a lot of deep emotional damage to me, things they don't mean to say, but they are usually telling me the truth. I thought I would bring you here cold sober, we would make love, and I'd tell you, I love you too." She shook her head, "But you selfishly want to keep living in denial because you're afraid of the shame of what everyone else thinks."

I crossed my arms, "Are you sure you're not talking about yourself? I never knew about your preferences until I was sleeping in your bed and neither does anyone else. Have you tried being with a man, it's not bad. Maybe we could invite someone to our bed."

"DON'T MELFINA! You have no idea how disgusted I am with penetration. With everything. I'm over 200 years old and I've always been like this. I am so tired of getting guilted for being attracted to whom I desired and disgusted with whom I should be desiring. You know, I thought maybe because you were so young, and you didn't grow up in High Elf society that maybe you weren't too indoctrinated."

"I'm sorry." I spoke.

"I don't want your sympathy."

I looked downward and back at her, "No, I mean about what I said earlier. Saying that you needed help. I do love you, but not in the way you want me to. I never wanted to hurt you like this."

She looked away, seeming to be disgusted, "You've been refusing me more and more as you got better. Now that you don't need me, you're just going to throw me away. After I helped you so much."

"I know." I walked forward and hugged her, "I want us to still be friends."

I felt her shake her head, "But I love you so much."

I rested my head on hers, "I know."

She laughed slightly, "You know?" She looked at me slightly confused, "Let go of me."

I didn't let go, "Isarami… You know I can't-"

"I SAID LET GO OF ME PERFECTIA!" She screamed and she kneed me in the groin.

I fell on my knees and grabbed myself and I felt the sharp pains in my hip's bones again. "Serves you right." I heard her say and started to walk away.

"ISARAMI! HELP ME! I CAN'T MOVE MY LEG'S!" I screamed as loud as I could.

"Oh no." I heard her say to me, "No, no, no, I'm so sorry Melfina."

This hurt a lot worse than when I got hit with Gorehowl. The sheer impact of the ax caused me to go numb, but this felt like getting stabbed with a bunch of needles in my insides. She tried to move me, but she wasn't strong enough, also it hurt even worse when she tried to lift up my legs.

"Don't worry, I'll go get help." So, she left me and half an hour later a group of flying griffins showed up and carried me back to Dalaran and took me to my doctor. They cut off my pants with a knife and she touched parts of my hips. "It's not as bad as before. You can cast a healing spell on her." She said,

I was a little nervous as the Night Elf druid's hands started to glow green and she focused her energy on me. But I felt the sense of relief I hadn't felt in a really long time since my adventuring days in Northrend. When I would get struck with a near death blow to my body or head and then be right back on my feet ready to dish it back because of a good, dependable, healer. I realized that it had been close to four years since the fall of the Lich King, since I really went back out there and adventured like I used to, and I really wanted to get back out there.

Dr Olisarra did a few tests on my hips and legs to check flexibility and strength but when she applied a strong amount of pressure it still hurt. I was trying to stop myself from screaming, but eventually my voice escaped. She sighed, "That's what I thought."

"What's wrong?" I asked concerningly.

"Well, the good news is we can discharge you, you should be able to walk, run, and function normally." She paused and looked away.

"There's bad news?"

She nodded, "The bad news is that your hips bones have too many microfractures and are too big for your body. Your body can't make the muscles or body fat to protect you if you take a hit. It is possible we can fix your hips again but if you have an accident out there by yourself or with a party, well, you'll be putting their lives and yours at risk."

I laughed slightly, "All because of one or two strikes with an axe?"

She looked at me strangely, "You do know you were pregnant for a little while, right?"

I only nodded, yes, but it was the first time I've heard about it.

She sighed as she seemed to be remembering back, "Velen had to make a hard decision to save your life or the child's and we concluded that even if you were in perfect health, it would have been extremely difficult for you to birth a Draenei half-breed. I remembered seeing you four months in and it looked like it was getting too big for you. So, it wasn't just the strike from Gorehowl, the child you were carrying was slowly killing you, making it impossible for your hip bones to mend. We did what we had to and from there we had to start reconstructive surgery and we were not prepared to put bones back together, while trying to preserve reproductive organs, and digestive tract tissue." She looked away and scratched the back of her neck, "There were other complications, fever-" …That was the only thing I understood, but there was a long list of medical jargon that sounded bad, and then she said… "I was uncertain that you were going to survive, but you got through it, in spite of all the mistakes I made and…" She laughed slightly, "You must have known that you couldn't go back to the life of a soldier, didn't you?"

I rolled my eyes at the statement, "I've been like this for almost two years now, because you and Velen couldn't do the job right? Wasn't Anduin Wrynn's body smashed to pieces and he was up and running without even so much as a cane. You're telling me you can't fix me?" I scoff, "I had a feeling I might be pregnant, but I didn't know for sure, and the only thing I could respond to was that you save my child."

"I TIRED!" She screamed at me angrily, "Velen did what he could, but let's face it, he didn't care about you." He sighed, "He cared about Anduin though and he made sure I didn't make any mistakes with him, he trained and retrained me in everything so I wouldn't make the same mistakes I made with you." She looked away and remembered back, "I've hated you so much everytime you come in here for more pills, physical therapy, or the inflammation caused by that stupid witch that was trying to hollow you out." She looked at me and I had to look away, "Your relationships are your business, for so long I've been too stupid to do anything. When you were brought to me nearly ripped in half, I was terrified, I didn't know what to do but wait for Velen. All I knew how to do was stop the bleeding and keep you sedated. I didn't know what to do, and I didn't know what would happen if I tried and failed. And I failed… Every time I see you, I just keep getting reminded over and over that I failed." She had tears in her eyes, "I hate you so much. "

I hugged her while she cried and I nodded, "I'm sorry Cadence… I know you've been doing your best." I kissed the top of her head, "Just do what you can and whatever it is, I trust you. If you want to make my lower body look like a Mechanostrider I'd be okay with that."

She laughed. "I don't think I would have to go that far… Velen gave me books from Argus, but their technology doesn't exist here, but I found similar books in Karazhan and learned how to use magic to bridge the gap in place of technological advances."

I held her still, "Okay."

"I will fix you; I'll make it my life's work if I have to." She shook her head and sighed, "We would have to smash your pelvic bones again to reform them, and it would be risky, there are main arteries, and… " She paused, leaned away from me, looked at me strangely, and she laughed slightly.

"What's so funny?" I was asking a few times, but it took a solid five minutes or ten of deep thought before I got a response from her.

"I just had an idea." She finally said when she came out of her trance. She looked away and smiled, "What if we didn't break and reform your bones, but we added. We could inject your glutes with protein and put your body fat into your buttocks. That would protect you from damaging your major arteries. You would have to exercise quite a bit and you might look a little odd. "

I looked side to side at both of my legs, "I've always been told before that my hips were wide for an elf."

She shook her head panicky, and her eyes opened wide, "No, this is going to be huge. You're going to look freakishly big when you're done with the procedure and even after you recover you might look strange for the rest of your life."

I nodded eagerly, "But I'll be able to fight again."

She nodded, "Yeah, there was a procedure that I had to do on Anduin, and I think with some modifications… I think I'm just going to trust my creative instinct."

I smiled and nodded, "That sounds good."

So, instead of going under the knife, I went into another experimental procedure. Isirami apologized a hundred times as I was in the hospital bed, and I was fed more high sugar and high fat contained food than I've ever eaten. While it was painful for the first few weeks, not being able to sit down, I was able to use my own magic to help with the pain and it seemed like the extra body mass absorbed healing magic a lot better than before. When I walked things in my rear felt tight and jig-gly, I found myself bumping into things, moving sideways through doors, and running differently as I could feel that my hip ratio was now a lot wider than my shoulder width. My hands didn't hang on their side like they usually did, they rested right on my hips or stayed at rib level. Then there were those embarrassing clap noises I could notice if I wasn't wearing tight polyester underpants. I remember when I used to laugh at busty women that held their breasts when they ran or tape them in a certain way to keep them from moving around, but Dr Olisarra was more than happy to give me any materials I needed to help me in combat or do any touch ups so that I at least looked more naturally attractive. Me and her went to several troll spas where they pushed fat up and down, electroshocked my stomach and legs. I guess we both had a phobia that my fat mass in my rear would fall out of place like a bag of watery soup, but the trolls reassured us while I did look a little different, this type of treatment was done on other troll women that had rough birth deliveries. So, I would be running in no time. I think I liked this treatment the most and I would suggest it to any of my friends, it mostly felt great except for some minor tickling and squeezing pain. I was always covered in thick olive oil for most of my time and no dreadlocks or bones in my nose. Dr Olisarra seemed very impressed with the troll's treatment and seemed heavily invested in learning their methods. She shook hands with almost every natal nurse and doctor, seemed to be exchanging notes, and told them it was an honor seeing them all work. "I want you to look beautiful, Perfectia." She said when I was finally out, "If you went outside and you looked like a freak of nature it would ruin my reputation."

So, if I had any problems with comfortability or cosmetology, she would take out body fat or inject some things that looked more natural or just use the massaging techniques she learned at the troll spa clinic. But a lot of times during check-ins I would feel like a sculpted piece of stone as she walked around touching my body looking intensely. I guess she was just admiring her own work, but that was extremely embarrassing sometimes. But I felt better, and even stronger, most of the time, but I regained some of the weight I had when I was obese but I looked completely different (115 kg). Muscle is heavier than fat Dr. Olisarra would tell me.

Sometimes she would show me pictures of skeletons, muscles, and organs, excitedly pointing and using all kinds of strange medical terms, and I would just nod my head and smile and she would then ask, "This will make you so much stronger, can I do it?"

I would just smile, shrug, and say, "Sure."

She would look at me confused, "It will be painful, and you could die... Are you sure you heard everything?"

"I trust you." I claimed.

I think… I need to look and copy my medical records because I still don't understand anything she wrote or when she said it to me beforehand, but she did shave my head at one point. Which made my relationship with Isirami a little more obvious that I had taken the dominant role. Okay, let's plagiarize my best friend's medical writing. (The parts in parentheses are my own input on the subjects)

An intravenous drip is inserted into the subject's arm, and a general anesthetic is administered to ease the subject into a state of unconsciousness. Once the subject had been sedated, she was transported to the Exodar where the surgical procedures were performed.

During the occipital capillary reversal, I cut out a small space in the skull, exposing the brain. I then performed a procedure to rearrange the capillaries in the occipital lobe of the left cerebral hemisphere of the brain. This redistribution of blood vessels boosts the flow of blood beneath the rods and cones of the subject's retina. Once the surgery was complete, the piece of the subject's skull that was removed in order to access the occipital lobe is repaired, and the subject's head is bandaged.

(Holy cow dung did I really agree to brain surgery? You would think I would be smarter. Okay back to her writing.)

When the catalytic thyroid implant insertion surgery is performed on the thyroid gland, where an incision was made to the left thyroid gland large enough for the implant to knit; once done, the incision is closed up. The growth hormone is released and progressively works its way through the body, stimulating the regeneration of damaged skeletons and dramatic growth of muscle tissue.

As this takes place, muscular enhancement injections are administered throughout the subject's body to aid the previous procedure. The serum that I designed is a complex protein that is injected intramuscularly that targets the intracellular molecular machinery to help increase muscle strength and endurance. Increasing the density of the connective tissues and fibers making tkconnecting tendons stronger and decreasing lactate recovery time. In order for muscles to graft on the damaged skeleton and micro fractured pelvic bones I needed to override the gdf-8 protein 'Growth differentiation factor-8'. I need the serum to contain a chemical called pholestain. A protein that acts on the muscle cells and that inhibits myostatin, a protein that keeps muscles from developing past a certain size. This will let the subject's muscle grow past the augmented bone in the damaged pelvis and protect her in future combat encounters. However, all the subjects' muscles will grow significantly larger and more powerful than a normal elf. Exhibiting an enlargement of the muscle fibers to a level that might be considered "unattractive". Further cosmetic surgery might be needed depending on the subject's needs. Will be discussed when the need arrives. These procedures are for the subject's capability to perform feats of strength and endurance better than a ten-millennium year old demon hunter or the warchief of the Horde that injured her in the first place. The subject will be able to recover from fatigue significantly faster than even the fittest of Azeroth's warlords. No animal test subjects have survived these procedures and I have shown the subject other failed animal tests on horses, gorillas, and one human test subject that was facing execution. All dying from cardiac arrest (pain). The subject has a high degree of "trust" in me and believes she has a high enough pain tolerance and religious faith to survive any procedure. On a personal note: the subject is my best friend, and I can't let her die without giving her a fighting chance. On another personal note: I want her to be able to fight all the people that wronged her. However, these two procedures are only a prologue to other augmentation procedures as the subject's body begins to alter as a result of the previous procedure. If the subject survives the changes, the final part of the augmentation will be performed.

The next procedure the subject had to be conscious as to the demands of the troll shaman I employed. The subject's nerves, while extremely good at transmitting chemical messages, still have physical limitations due to the extra body mass. Which means that the signals have a limit to how fast they can travel from the brain to the muscle. The average nerve conduction velocity for elves is 100 to 140 meters per second depending on age. However, the subject was 60 to 80 possible due to psychological issues, fel mana dependence, mana deprivation, or drug use, brain and muscle processing was delayed when I tested the subject. Ergo this procedure must be implemented. The dendrites of the nerve cell are extensions of the nerve cells that propagate the electrical chemical signals from the neighboring cells to the cell nucleus. They are infused with a nanoparticulate superconducting material that carries these electrochemical signals significantly faster than the dendrite on its own. The superconducting material is then aligned into a fixed ultrafine fiber within the dendrite via resonant electromagnetic fields. Once these connections have been made the remaining dendrite protoplasmic material is sculpted back, reducing the overall mass of organic material in favor of the superconducting fibers, but preserving the nerve cell nucleus axons and myelin sheaths. This is made highly evident by the void between the spinal column and the skeletal spine as this error would normally be filled to capacity with the spinal column. This augmentation is performed in the entirety of the central and peripheral nervous system with the exception of the brain. On top of this augmentation a genetic and molecular level alteration is made to the oligodendrocytes and schwann cells within the nervous system. This promotes the growth of myelin sheaths over the nerves and superconducting fibers thereby insulating the neural signals and speeding up their propagation still further. The result is an estimated nerve conduction velocity increase. After alterational bio-electrical nerve transduction the subject's nerve conduction velocity increased to 240 to 360, the subject also developed a quick wit. On a personal note: I generally tolerated the subject out of guilt and duty, but I generally enjoy her company and sense of humor. However, there's still one more procedure.

(I didn't understand a word of that, while she was talking about it, when she was injecting my spine with serum, and talking to the trolls that were shocking my spine over and over again to the point I felt like my spine was on fire. The quick wit might have come from a self discovery that I had been turned into a bit of a masochist during this treatment, I orgasmed several times while being shocked and injected with the muscle stimulants. Dr. Olisara was telling the shaman that it's normal to have muscle engorgement and orgasm when the muscles grow so rapidly, like going through puberty again.

I don't think I'll ever understand that mumbo jumbo she just wrote or when she was saying it before. But I'm glad she generally enjoys my company.)

In my first attempts to preserve the fetus my subject carried; Velen showed me a bone grafting technique called carbide ceramic ossification. Without my knowledge he removed the growing fetus that would have clogged the subject's lilac arteries that I closed up when the subject was first injured. However, due to my inexperience in these procedures the subject developed osteomyelitis (swelling of the bone) and the subject needed to be put into an induced coma to correct the defects. After several surgeries on the iliac fossa the subject was able to regain some mobility with crutches and painkillers. However, in my procedures on the Prince of Stormwind Anduin Wrynn I restored his entire skeleton with these techniques, and I learned that because Anduin Wrynn was still in adolescence, Velen had given him a catalytic thyroid implant that sped up his skeletal growth and recovery. As in pre and near post pubescent adolescence skeletal growth spirits would have caused irreparable bone pulverization or osteomyelitis. The subject has already survived three high risk surgeries that could have killed her or given her permanent physical defects. My confidence and burning curiosity of how much pain the subject can withstand is pushing me to try a new untested experiment. A highly skilled enchanter enhances ocean reefs that are usually subject to weapons and armor. "Enchanted Coral Ossification" I'm calling it, is performed last due to the aforementioned complications with post-grafting bone growth. This comprises exposing the skeletal structure, removing a small layer of surface bone (no more than 3% of the bone's volume), and then bonding the shapened reef to the shell is applied to the surface bone material. This bonding is achieved through alchemical means to encourage natural bone integration and a tendency of the body to reattach the bone and coral if somehow separated. Once completed, the natural bonding of the skeleton to the enchanted coral continues to enhance the subject as it would armor and weapons, reinforcing the skeleton and giving it extremely high hardness and fracture toughness due to the enchantments. While other stabilizing and therapeutic procedures are performed.

(That I remember and it was excruciating regardless of how masochistic I thought I was, even with anesthesia it felt like my skin and bones were literally on fire. I remember waking up after that, screaming, "Put me back under! Knock me out please!" As it felt like all my bones were radiated.

And Dr Olisarra touching my face from on top of me saying, "If we give you any more anesthesia you'll die. Just focus on the Light, it will heal you, remember?"

If there wasn't so much healing magic to regulate my nerve fibers, I think I would have literally died from shock. But it also took a lot of breathing, motherly talking with Olisarra, and faith to push me through that whole day of pain. She stayed with me, just talking, we talked about Oranio, we talked about how this would be the last time I'll suffer, and she told me I was her best friend. She read Twilight aloud, sang, anything to take my mind off reality. Through eight waking hours of excruciating pain, I realized the power of faith and the importance of focusing on the positive aspects of life, through love, humor, and companionship. I survived as each full body pain convulsion as they came in like ocean waves threatening and tempting me to go under the numbing submission of death. And I just refused to accept it, as peaceful as it seemed. What kept me alive was love, her love, the Light's love.

And back to her writing.)

Once the augmentation procedures are finished, the subject begins a long recovery process. Smaller amounts of protein complex are continued to be injected intramuscularly to increase tissue density and decrease lactase recovery time. However, as I remember how coral effects swell lines of ocean waves, waves are created by massive open ocean swells and specific underwater topography that causes the ocean to morph into breaking waves and as an unexpected result the coral seems to have enhanced the subject's blood flow, nerve signals, and immune system. I'm glad I followed my intuition and added the coral to all 20 major bones excluding the skull and jaw. However, the healing process still takes anywhere from weeks to months, depending upon the subject's rate of recovery. Every day the subject will perform stretches, isometric exercises, selected weight training, light sparring drills, and consume five high-protein meals. After each meal, the subject must report to the medical clinic to receive a series of vitamins and enchanted injections depending on the subject vitals.

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I remember that one time I woke up on the Exodar but when I came back, I was back in Dalaran in her clinic. Most of the cosmetic work was done in Karazhan and I stayed mostly conscious through most of the procedures. When I walked outside the clinic, I felt somewhat ashamed by the people passing by as they looked at me and laughed. Dr Olisarra said not to worry about that, "You look absolutely stunning, they're just jealous. Also, you can probably kick their -."

I was stronger. A lot stronger than I ever thought I could be, to a point where my body was faster than my reflexes and I would break things like cups and dishes from the slightest touch. I would fall over sometimes, exaggerated movements if I was caught off guard, difficulty grabbing and holding things. I usually had throbbing muscles where I needed ice baths, days of constant headaches a week and a few days after my cycle, and aching bones to the point I needed to constantly heal myself to remain functional.

But on a better note I almost completely forgot what the term "too heavy" means. Maces became my go to weapon on Draenor and if I was wearing steel gloves I could tire through rock while mining fairly easily. My skin hasn't or hadn't gotten any denser, so I still feel pressure and pain if something cuts or bruises it, but most of the side effects went away or I just got used to it.

So, I'm not saying I could beat Garrosh Hellscream in an arm-wrestling match, but I think I could have killed him if I was the way I am now. Then again, I would never have gone through that whole process if I wasn't so thoroughly defeated and Dr. Olisarra would have never pushed herself to study these procedures. She would have just contented herself to teach people basic First Aid. But I have arm wrestled Varok Saurfang on a few occasions and I can usually beat him the first time, but never the second to fifth time. The old orc seems to have the technique down where I can't beat him with just brute strength and sometimes even in those first rounds, he has a way of tiring me out to not get a single win.

So Isarami really liked how I looked, I was odd shaped, but I was extremely muscular too. We had been together so long that she knew all my weak points that made me reach that point in a few minutes. However, it was harder for her to reach my O-ring with her tongue, but I tried to help her, but it was a lot more weak and shallow then what it was before and obviously I couldn't sit on her face. So, I usually had to lay on my back most of the time. But even at the peak of ecstasy, when she said, "I love you so much." I couldn't say it back.

I would either awkwardly stay silent, say thank you, or I would start working on her. With the new added strength, I could completely dominate her to my will, but when I would pin her down in the same way she used to do to me. I couldn't help but feel this sick sinking feeling in my stomach when I had her pinned down and terrified. I was ashamed and guilty when I saw that look of dread in her face. I think, now I realize, while rereading the past few pages I just wrote, is why things didn't work out between us. I just like being on the receiving end of dominance like with Oranio and even Isirami at some point and I've always loved the way it took me to almost out worldly levels of euphoria, but to do it myself just feels wrong.

Isirami Fairwind is special to me, and I never thought I could be seduced by a woman, and I don't think 'seduced' would be the right word. It was just everything I needed when I needed it. I knew eventually I was going to have to go home, and I knew she couldn't come.

One morning she had some new clothes for me and was going to start helping me put them on like she had before. To her surprise I was able to put my own pants on and I didn't need crutches, which she thought I would need. I walked to my bank vault and put on my plate armor again and grabbed a two-handed longsword. "Where are you going?" She asked and looked at me up and down, "You reshaped your armor?"

I nodded, "I'm going to the Caverns of Time. I need to meet an old friend I haven't seen in a long time. He's been taking over my paladin duties since I started spying." I explained.

"Protecto. Your pet dragon." She answered correctly.

"He's not my pet, he's just… We work together." I tried to reassure her as it seemed like she was getting jealous.

"So, so you're going back to the Horde." She stated factually.

I only smiled and nodded.

"Can I come with you?" She asked.

I sighed, looked down, and shook my head, no, "Well I thought if I just ignored you you would go away eventually."

"That's not funny and what about your injury?" She asked. "Why? When did you start thinking everything was so funny Melfina? What happened to you was tragic."

"I know." I shrugged slightly, "The doctor said I can start healing myself from now on. Because of the procedures I'm a lot more resilient and do you remember my friend Vorioia?"

She nodded, "Yes, the undead that could only speak one-word sentences."

I laughed slightly, "Well as it turns out she can speak again in Draenor, and the grunts are complaining that she won't shut up and she needs someone else to talk to. So, she wants me to come by her garrison and do paperwork, nothing serious."

"But we're going to be enemies if you go back to the Horde. Melfina, please…" She was making a scene and she looked around cautiously. "Please… "She whispered, "They did so many cruel things to you, why would you want to go back?"

I looked away and shook my head, "That's not my real name, it's Perfectia, and you told me once that I could take the armor off, were you scared that I would eventually put it back on?" I asked.

She looked at me slightly confused, "You weren't like this before."

"I've never been like this, so I'm choosing not to be bitter or miserable. You knew me as a spy that had just come out of a deep depression and a cripple whose lover just died. Isarami, these have been some very low points in my short life, and I don't want to stay like that. I need to be where I can help people, where I know people can count on me." I started to leave her.

"You weren't using me!" She yelled as my back was turned. I turned around and faced her, "I'm sorry for guilt tripping you all this time." She came closer so she could whisper, "I know you feel guilty being with me because I love you and you don't love me."

"I do love you, but I don't think we can give each other what we want. " Not whispering.

Isirami sighed, "Dr Olisarra told me to stop… doing those things to you… But I couldn't."

I shrugged, "It's fine. I don't want you to stop either… "

"Why don't you just stay with me then? …I'll make sure you never go hungry again." She looked at me as she adjusted what Oranio said to me when I agreed to be his slave, "...You won't be able to conceive another child, but we could have something close to that, but you'll never have what you're looking for from a man."

I nodded, "I know, I didn't get this procedure done because I wanted to have children. I got it done so I could fight, and the Alliance don't trust High Elves enough to let them in, especially lesbian ones. So maybe rethink about the side you're fighting for."

She shrugged slightly, "Just don't forget about me, okay?"

I smiled, nodded, and walked toward her and grabbed her face with one hand.

She fought me and tried to push me away, "No, not here, not here." She said,

But I grabbed her again and kissed her on the mouth, "Never. I'll see you later." I said finally.

So, closing statement, it's been four years since that time and there have been lasting damages like digestive inconvenience, which I've already written about. The dyspareunia, I was able to get through that with a lot of therapy. I have been able to make love and self-pleasure myself since I started working in the garrison in Draenor, but the pirate's life made me realize that I can't conceive. Also, even though I might get an itch from time to time, meaningless sexual encounters had a tendency to make me feel malnourished and empty, like trying to live off of sweets and ice cream. I have been with another draenei while seaborne and it was nothing like being with Oranio. I've had five miscarriages and every fetus that has dropped out of me and was thrown into the ocean has felt like a tragedy. So, if you were wondering why I would romanticize so much about having a beautiful successful pregnancy, or why I would write 20 plus pages about one or two sexual encounters. It is because that was the only one I had, and probably ever will. Scaring or Asherman Syndrome, but when I gave myself to Oranio everything worked how it was supposed to work and it wasn't a painful struggle like it is now.

I've been miserable since Oranio died and recovery, physically, has been a journey, that I feel I have gotten stronger from that journey. Psychologically though, I thought random sexual encounters would make me feel better like an ointment on a burn, but they've actually made me feel nauseous, and I'm a little bit disgusted with myself. I don't remember feeling attracted to anyone, men, women, or anything in between. Not like Oranio and not like Isirami Fairwind. None of them, not pirates or captives, made a strong impression on me that I would even remember their names. Also, I don't feel any better about letting Oranio die, so many things I could have done or said that would have prevented him from being brought into that portal room in Dalaran. So, I walked away from the pirate's life, but there are times where I miss it.

I've been writing for more than 24 hours but I haven't written in this book for a year, and I think it's… Holy cow dung 54 pages? I need to get some sleep. Editing is going to be so much fun.