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Chapter 9: into the web
The gates of Orgrimmar loomed before them, massive and imposing, their jagged edges a testament to the city's unyielding strength. The morning sun bathed the fortress city in a fiery glow, illuminating the bustling activity within. Zatara, seated astride Nox, pulled the reins lightly, her crimson eyes scanning the chaos of the Horde's capital.
Zyld walked at her side, his armor still bearing the grime of their journey. Despite his exhaustion, he carried himself with quiet determination, his glowing green eyes taking in the sight of the city with equal parts awe and trepidation.
Zatara glanced down at him, a playful grin tugging at her lips. "Pet," she said, her voice low and teasing. "You're a mess. This ambassador might faint if you show up like this. Let's get you cleaned up first."
Zyld's cheeks reddened, and he nodded. "As you wish, Zatara."
"That's better," she replied, satisfaction in her tone. "Follow me. I know just the place—quiet, private, and perfect for us."
She guided him through the city streets, the cacophony of merchants, blacksmiths, and soldiers surrounding them. Zatara's commanding presence turned heads, but her sharp gaze kept any would-be troublemakers at bay.
The Drag offered a stark contrast to Orgrimmar's chaos. The shaded enclave was cooler, its dimly lit paths winding through a quieter marketplace. Zatara led Zyld to a modest inn, its courtyard centered around a secluded waterfall bath. The sound of cascading water filled the air, a soothing melody that masked the city's distant clamor.
After putting Nox in the stables and checking in, they dropped their gear in their room, Zatara wasted no time pulling Zyld toward the bath. "Let's get you cleaned up," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Lemon scene.
"Here we are, my pet,"Zatara whispered, her crimson eyes sparkling with mischief."A private bath, just for us."
Zyld's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight. The waterfall's misty veil added an air of mystery, making the bath an enticing haven for their impending intimacy. As they approached the pool, the cool mist caressed their skin, sending shivers down Zyld's spine. He quickly took off his clothes save for his loincloth.
Zatara, with her innate grace, already naked stepped into the pool, the water reaching her thighs. She turned to Zyld, her eyes locking with his, and beckoned him to join her."Come, my sweet Zyld. Let's wash away the dust of our journey."
Zyld, his body tingling with anticipation, hesitated for a moment, his shyness momentarily resurfacing. But as Zatara's hand extended towards him, he found himself drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He stepped into the pool, the cool water enveloping his body, and stood before her, their eyes meeting in a silent, passionate conversation.
"You're blushing again, my dear pet,"Zatara teased, her fingers gently tracing the outline of his muscular chest."But I must say, it suits you. You're a beautiful sight, all flushed and eager."
Zyld's face heated further, but he couldn't deny the pleasure he derived from her words. He felt himself growing harder as her touch lingered, her fingers dipping lower, skimming the waistband of his loincloth.
"You've been such a good pet, Zyld,"she whispered, her breath warm against his ear."So obedient and eager to please. I think you deserve a special reward."
With that, Zatara stepped closer, pressing her body against his. She took his hands in hers and guided them behind his back, gently pushing him against the rocky wall.
"Now, my pet,"she purred, her voice laced with authority,"I want you to stay just like this. Hands behind your back, and don't move. Can you do that for me?"
Zyld nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. He felt a surge of excitement at her command, a mix of nervousness and arousal coursing through his veins.
Zatara's fingers deftly unfastened his loincloth, letting them fall to the pool's edge, revealing his hardening length. She knelt before him, her eyes never leaving his, and took his throbbing cock in her hand.
"Oh, you're so eager, aren't you?"she cooed, her voice a mix of admiration and amusement."But we mustn't rush. Let me show you how a good pet is rewarded."
With slow, deliberate movements, Zatara began to stroke him, her hand gliding up and down his shaft. Her touch was firm yet gentle, sending waves of pleasure through Zyld's body. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensations, as her hand worked its magic.
"That's it, my pet,"she whispered, her breath hot against his skin."Feel how good it is to obey me. To let me take control."
Zyld's breath came in ragged gasps as Zatara's hand quickened its pace, her strokes becoming more insistent. She stood up and leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear, her breath tickling his skin.
"You're doing so well, pet,"she murmured."But I want you to hold on a little longer. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good pet and wait for my command?"
Zyld nodded, his body trembling with the effort of restraint. He wanted to thrust into her hand, to find release, but he trusted her, and the anticipation only heightened his arousal.
Zatara's strokes became more deliberate, her thumb swirling over the head of his cock, collecting the pre-cum that glistened there. She brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking them seductively, her eyes never leaving his.
"Mmm, you taste so good,"she purred, her voice husky with desire."But I want to taste more. I want to feel you inside me, but first, I want to watch you cum for me."
Zyld's eyes widened at her words, his body taut with need. He had never experienced such intense pleasure, and the thought of pleasing her in this way made his heart pound.
"Please, Zatara,"he managed to whisper, his voice hoarse with desire."I... I want to please you."
Zatara smiled, a mischievous glint in her crimson eyes."And you will, my pet. But first, I want to see you lose control. I want to watch you surrender to the pleasure I'm giving you."
With that, she increased the pace of her strokes, her hand moving in a relentless rhythm. Zyld's breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body arching as he struggled to hold on. He could feel the pressure building, a coiled spring of pleasure ready to snap.
"That's it, pet."she urged, her voice a soft, seductive command."Let go. Give in to the pleasure. Show me how good it feels."
Zyld's body trembled, his muscles clenching as he fought for control. But Zatara's skilled touch was too much, and with a strangled cry, he surrendered to the wave of ecstasy that washed over him. His hips jerked forward, his cock throbbing in her hand as he spilled his seed, the sensation overwhelming.
Zatara purred with satisfaction, her eyes never leaving his as she continued to stroke him through his climax, milking every last drop of pleasure from his body.
"Good boy,"she whispered, her voice filled with pride."You did so well, my pet. Now, let's get you cleaned up."
Zyld, his body still quivering from the aftershocks of his orgasm, looked at Zatara with a mix of awe and desire. He had never experienced such intense pleasure, and the thought of exploring more with her left him breathless.
"I... I want to please you, Zatara,"he said, his voice thick with emotion."I want to give you the same pleasure you've given me."
Zatara smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief."Oh, my dear pet, we have only just begun. There's so much more we can explore. But first, let's enjoy the water."
She guided him to the edge of the pool, where they sat side by side, their bodies still slick with water and desire. As they sat in the fading light, the sounds of the bustling Drag outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the gentle rush of the waterfall and the rhythmic pounding of their hearts. Zyld's mind raced with thoughts of what Zatara might have in store for him next, and he couldn't wait to find out.
End of lemon.
Once they returned to their room, Zatara stretched languidly on the bed, watching as Zyld sat in the chair getting his boots on "After you report to this she elf" she said, her voice carrying a casual authority, "come straight back here. I'll handle food and… other matters."
Zyld nodded. "Understood."
Before he could leave, she reached out and gripped his wrist, pulling him closer. "Zyld" she said, her tone hardening. "Don't forget who you belong to."
"I am yours, always" he replied without hesitation.
Her grin widened. "Good boy. Now go."
While Zyld made his way to the Embassy, Zatara roamed the streets of Orgrimmar with a purpose. Her sharp ears picked up snippets of conversation: rumors of the Dark Portal reopening, Thrall's departure, and whispers of war brewing in the Outlands.
Pausing at a vendor's stall, she listened intently as two orcs debated the Horde's next move. Her mind raced, already calculating how these events might impact the guild's plans.
A cloaked figure brushed past her, slipping a folded note into her hand before disappearing into the crowd. Zatara's crimson eyes narrowed as she ducked behind a nearby tent to read the message:
"Two weeks. Stranglethorn Vale. Everyone."
Her heart quickened. The Widowfang was gathering. For what purpose, she couldn't yet tell but she bet it had something to do with the Dark Portal.
By the time Zyld returned, Zatara had set a modest meal on their balcony overlooking the shaded streets of the Drag. Lanterns cast a warm glow over the table, their flickering light reflecting in her crimson eyes as she watched him approach.
He sat beside her, his expression thoughtful. "Dawnsinger told me something," he said. "The Dark Portal has reopened. The Horde is mobilizing, and mercenary guilds are already heading to the Blasted Lands"
Zatara leaned back, her sharp gaze studying him. "It's as I suspected. The winds of war are shifting."
She hesitated for a moment, then added, "Zyld, there's something you need to know. My guild… they've summoned me."
His green eyes widened with alarm. "Summoned you? Why? Did I—"
"Shh," she interrupted, pressing a finger to his lips. "You've done nothing wrong, pet. This is about the guild's plans, likely tied to the Dark Portal. But lets talk about you."
He frowned. "Me?"
"Yes," she said, her voice firm but not unkind. "I want you to join Widowfang. But before you agree, you need to understand what that means."
She explained everything—the guild's origins, their worship of Shadra, and the trials he would face if he chose to join. Her words were deliberate, her tone a careful balance of persuasion and sincerity.
"By pledging to Shadra," she said, "you'll gain her blessing. Your holy magic will no longer depend on stolen power. It will come from Shadra and you will be stronger than ever, with the strength of a goddess behind it. But this isn't a decision to take lightly, Zyld. Once you join, there's no turning back."
Zyld without hesitation stood up and dropped to his knees before her, his glowing green eyes filled with determination. "I'll do it, Zatara. I'll pledge my soul to Shadra, face any trial, do whatever it takes—so long as I can stay by your side."
Her heart swelled with pride and affection. "Good," she murmured, pulling him close and resting his head in her lap. "You're mine, my Blood Tiger. And together, we'll make you worthy of Shadra's blessing."
As the evening wore on, they planned their next steps. Zatara spoke of repairing his armor and finding him a new weapon.
"Zatara im sorry but I have no coin to repair my armor or buy a new spear," he admitted, his tone full of shame at the admission
Zatara smirked. "Shh, pet. You're mine, remember? I'll take care of everything. Tomorrow we will stop by the bank I need to get some gear out anyways."
Her crimson eyes softened as she added, "Mine, my pet, my champion."
Lemon warning.
As the night deepened, his mind still buzzing with the memories of the morning's passionate encounter. Zatara saw his red face and knew what he was thinking about. Zatara stood up, her silver hair cascading down her back and her crimson eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Zyld, my pet,"Zatara purred, her voice like silk against his skin."We left things unfinished this morning, don't you think?"
Zyld's breath caught in his throat as she was looking down at him, his eyes never leaving Zatara's captivating gaze."Please"he replied, his voice hoarse with desire. He had never thought he been one to submit to anyone, but with Zatara, he found himself craving her dominance.
Zatara's lips curved into a satisfied smile, and she ran one of her hands in his hair and then suddenly pulled his hair back."Come, my eager pet. Let's continue where we left off, shall we?"
Zataras fingers still gripping his hair, walked him like a pet as he crawled on all fours to the bed. Once at the bed without hesitation they removed all their clothing and Zyld joined her on the bed, his body tingling with anticipation. Zatara made Zyld lay down on his back and climbed on top of him. Her hands, cold and smooth, reached for the ropes she had prepared earlier, her fingers deftly tying knots around his wrists and ankles, securing him to the bedposts.
"You look so delectable all tied up, Zyld,"she whispered, her breath hot against his ear."I want to taste you, my pet."
Zyld shivered as Zatara's lips trailed down his neck, her teeth nipping gently at his sensitive skin. She slowly worked her way down his body, her hands caressing his chest and abs, sending waves of pleasure through him. When she reached his throbbing erection, she paused, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Oh, my eager little pet, you're already so hard for me,"she cooed, running her fingers along his length."But first, I want to feel that tongue of yours again."
With that, Zatara straddled Zyld's face, her wet heat hovering just above his mouth. She slowly lowered herself, her slick folds parting to reveal her glistening pussy. Zyld's mouth watered at the sight, and he eagerly licked his lips, ready to please her.
"That's it, my pet,"she encouraged, grinding her hips against his face."Lick me, taste me. Show me how much you want this."
Zyld obliged, his tongue darting out to lap at her folds, savoring her sweet, musky flavor. He moaned around her clit, the vibrations intensifying her pleasure. Zatara's one hand gripped his hair as her other hand grabbed the headboard, her back arching as she rode his face, her moans filling the room.
"Yes, Zyld, just like that,"she gasped, her hips moving in a rhythmic motion."You're so good at this, my pet. I can't get enough."
Zyld's tongue worked tirelessly, his mouth and chin glistening with her juices. He loved the way she responded to his tongue her body trembling with pleasure. Zatara's dominance fueled his desire, and he relished every moment of their erotic dance.
After what felt like an eternity of bliss, Zatara's body tensed, her moans turning into a long, drawn-out cry of ecstasy. She rode his face through her orgasm, her juices flowing freely, coating his lips and chin. Zyld reveled in the taste of her release, his own cock throbbing with need.
Zatara slowly lifted herself off his face, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction."You're incredible pet, I've never felt anything like that before."
Zyld's face was red, Zatara saw his eyes shining with adoration."I want to serve you forever Zatara."
Zatara positioned herself above his rock-hard cock, her pussy hovering over the tip."I know pet, and you will."
With a slow, deliberate motion, she impaled herself on his length, her eyes never leaving his. Zyld groaned, his eyes rolling back as her warmth enveloped him. Zatara's hands rested on his chest, her nails digging into his skin as she began to move, her hips rolling in a sensual rhythm.
"You feel so good inside me, Zyld,"she whispered, her breath hot against his neck."So big and hard. I want to feel you deep within me."
Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her silver hair framing her face in a wild mess. Zyld's eyes feasted on the sight of her, his desire for her growing with every passing moment.
"Call me Master, pet,"she demanded, her voice laced with authority."Tell me how much you want me, beg for me"
"Yes, Master,"Zyld panted, his voice raw with need."I want you so badly. Please I'm yours to command, yours to take when ever you want."
Zatara's pace quickened, her body glistening with sweat as she rode him relentlessly. Her eyes locked with his, challenging him to keep up, to match her passion. Zyld met her gaze, his own desire burning brightly, as he thrust his hips upward, meeting her every stroke.
"That's it, my pet,"she hissed, her voice hoarse.
"Oh, Zyld, I'm so close,"she whispered, her voice trembling."I want to cum with you inside me."
Zyld's body tensed, his own orgasm building to a crescendo. He felt Zatara's pussy clench around him, her muscles tightening as she neared her peak. With a final, powerful thrust, they both cried out, their bodies trembling in unison as they found release.
Zatara collapsed onto his chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"That was incredible pet"she murmured, her lips brushing his ear."I've never experienced anything like this before. You make me feel so alive."
Zyld smiled, his heart swelling with affection."I feel the same, Master. Being with you is like nothing I've ever known. I want to explore every desire, every fantasy with you."
Zatara lifted her head, her crimson eyes sparkling with mischief."Then we have much more to discover, my pet. This is just the beginning of our journey together."