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Thomas cursed, wiping the sweat from his brow. Really, what had he gotten himself into? He could be comfortable right now. Well, relatively comfortable. He could be in his Master’s tower. Studying and practicing, as he had done these last years. But no. Instead, he was a continent away from the kingdom of Stormwind.

Thomas looked up at the sound of a twig snapping somewhere in the distance. He strained his eyes but could see little through the thick brush. He grunted with annoyance at the constant twilight gloom afforded to him by the ever present canopy of massive, ancient trees that filled this land.

He wanted to rest, but he could ill afford it. The beasts hunting him were sure to catch up to him eventually. And so, with barely any of his mana recovered, Thomas pulled himself up and continued pacing through the seemingly endless forests.

How was it those blasted savages kept tracking him? He had employed every clever trick he had learned and even some he had come up with himself. He had obfuscated his tracks, produced false trails, even conjured illusory distractions. And yet, every time he thought he had finally gotten away, his pursuers caught up to him again.

His cloak caught on a thick, thorny vine and he cursed as he pulled it free, producing more holes and tears. Soon the thing would be more holes and tears than it was a proper cloak. It wasn’t for the first time that he was thankful he had at least left behind his robes for this adventure of his and had opted for a less ostentatious tunic instead.

Once again, as he trudged along, Thomas daydreamed about his Master’s tower. He ought to be there, reading. Studying the secrets of the arcane. Not being hunted in the forest like some animal. He was loath to admit that his Master may have been correct. That his skills were yet woefully lacking.

He had argued that studying books could not prepare a mage of the caliber he aimed to be for the dangers of the real world. One had to go out and make the kinds of experiences that forged a harder, more clever and more resourceful man. Still, perhaps it had not been wise to choose Kalimdor as the destination for his adventure. Surely, there were plenty of exciting places closer to home?

He shook his head. It was a moot point. He was not in the Eastern Kingdoms. Nowhere near to Elwynn Forest. He was lost in the vast forests of Ashenvale. A land inhabited and owned by the night elves, who were allied with the people of Stormwind. But if this was a land owned by the night elves, why were there blasted orcs hunting him?

Thomas whirled, throwing up a shield of mana as his senses warned him of the impending attack. It caught an arrow, deflecting it to the side. It took him a moment, straining his eyes, before he spotted the huntress. The orcish savage seemed to smirk at him as she notched another missile.

Thomas cursed. He was low on mana. So low that even deflecting this one arrow had been a noticeable drain. He began readying a fireball, hoping to finally put an end to this persistent danger, but then he paused.

Where are the others? He wondered.

He was reasonably certain he had managed to kill two of them. But certainly not all of them. And with their blasted endurance and toughness, even the orcs he had merely injured were able to keep up with him once they regained his trail.

Why had the huntress shown herself so readily? Was that a soft rustling in the bushes to his side? Thomas whirled around. An orcish warrior emerged, a cruel looking axe raised and ready to strike. As bulging with muscle as the warrior was, Thomas didn’t want to test the durability of his mana shield against him.

He blasted the orc with fire, making him stumble back and leaving his broad, muscled chest smoldering. The orc roared in indignation as he caught himself. Thomas cursed.

I’m low on mana, he thought. He had previously killed one of the orcish warriors with a fireblast just like this one. Only he had been able to bring forth a great deal more damage then.

More orcs appeared. Thomas counted four. But he had lost track of the huntress. He swallowed and wiped away the sweat on his brow. He hadn’t had the misfortune of meeting orcs before this. There were those who thought them little more than mindless, violent savages. But he had to admit that this was not the case.

They certainly looked like savages. Unrefined and bulging with muscle as they were. They seemed to exude an air of raw violence. But the way they had hunted him, constantly driving him on, exhausting him. The way they waited now for him to make his move.

No, these were not mindless savages. They had him surrounded and exhausted. Thomas had hoped to come across night elf sentinels. Perhaps some settlement. He had been too brash. Too keen for adventure. He had been ill prepared. And being hunted through the brush had left him disoriented and unsure of his bearing.

But, exhausted as he was, scared as he was and no matter how seemingly hopeless the situation was, Thomas had no intention of lying down. He was going to be a mage of great renown one day. This was no place to die.

He decided on a feint, readying a fireball, but pouring very little mana into it. The orcs roared and charged. Thomas stopped casting and released a nova of frost all around him, freezing the orcs’ feet in place, if only for a moment. One of them swung a hatchet at him and the protective shell of his mana shield burst. The blade cut through his tunic and, as he grimaced at the pain shooting through him, Thomas hoped ardently that it did no major damage. He had no time to inspect himself in any case.

He blinked forward, disappearing from the circle of orcs temporarily held in place and appearing on the opposite end of the small clearing where the ambush had taken place. He almost thought he had gotten away and that he would be able to run some more before they caught up with him again.

That hope, small as it had been, was dashed when he cried out with pain. It felt like he had been struck in the back of the thigh. He stumbled forward a few more steps, then twisted his torso to stare at the arrow protruding from the back of his thigh.

RIght, he thought. The huntress.

Hazily, he realized the danger as he threw up another mana shield, only for it to be immediately shattered. The arrow was only partially deflected, taking him in the back of the shoulder, though with much less force compared to the first one.

Still, it was enough. His leg wouldn’t carry him anymore and he dropped to the ground with a pained grunt.

A shame, he thought. The warriors were still busy freeing themselves of his little trick. He might have actually gotten away. For a time at least.

The huntress finally made a full appearance, striding out of the brush, heavy bow in hand. The female orc was not quite as musclebound as her male companions. But she was tall and muscular nonetheless.

“Any chance for a parley?” He asked without much hope. A bit of black humour at the end.

“Lok-tar,” the huntress said, looking down at him and seeming quite satisfied with herself.

Thomas had no idea what it meant. He hissed as he tried to maneuver himself into a more dignified position. He was thwarted when the huntress put a foot on his thigh and pressed it against the ground, making the arrow still lodged in it move painfully in the wound. Thomas cried out and almost didn’t notice the knife the huntress had pulled. Was this really it?

Then, with startling quickness, everything changed. There was a feral roar. But not the orcish kind. Deeper, more beastial, more dangerous. And from the moment the roar sounded, only half a heartbeat passed before a massive cat with sleek black fur pounced on the huntress.

“Mok-thorin-ka!” One of the orcs shouted as the huntress was savaged by the cat. A panther, if Thomas wasn’t entirely mistaken.

He didn’t know why this wild animal would come to his aid, but he would not question his good fortune either. And if the beast wanted to eat him after? Well, he would have to deal with that if it came to it.

With effort, he righted himself, ready to throw whatever was left of his mana at the remaining orcish warriors. Strangely though, they seemed to be under attack by the forest itself. Thick thorny vines, just like the ones that had left his cloak in tatters, seemed to be assaulting them, wrapping around their legs and up and up. Keeping them from moving.

Thomas had heard and read plenty about how these lands belonged to the night elves and had even read stories of how the land itself would rise up to come to their defense. He hadn’t thought it would be quite so literal. And, well, he wasn’t exactly a night elf, was he?

One of the orcs was chopping at the vines with his hatchet and had almost freed himself. Thomas blasted him with fire, making him stumble and fall and letting the vines once more wrap him up more tightly.

Another one of the orcs yelled in anger and pain as another massive panther appeared behind it and ripped out its throat. The display was enough for Thomas to turn and look at the fight between the huntress and the other big cat. But, to his surprise, he only spied the huntress, lying still on the ground with deep wounds leaking blood to the forest floor. The cat was nowhere to be seen.

Except… the second cat appeared to be the first. He wasn’t sure how such a big animal could move stealthily enough to evade not only his notice, but also that of the orcs. Especially after making such a spectacular kill of the huntress. Then again, they were all somewhat distracted.

There wasn’t much left to do for him as the panther made short work of the orcs. They struggled to fight back with the vines still impeding them. Thomas let himself drop to his side. He felt cold. And somewhat numb. He thought about readying some spell to sling at the panther as it finally finished off the last orc. But what spell could he still muster that would make a difference? And… it felt strangely rude to attack the beast after it just savaged the ones who had made the last few days such a displeasure.

The beast turned and slowly padded towards him. Blood stained its maw and its vicious looking claws. Still, it was a beautiful animal. In a brutal sort of way. Its fur appeared unmarred and sleek. It looked quite soft. But the cat itself was huge and muscled. It looked at him through eyes that seemed to show a strange intelligence.

“I hope I taste good,” he mumbled with final resignation as his eyes fluttered.

It was weird. The animal had been so vicious with the orcs. And yet it just stared at him. Like it was considering what to do. Was it polite enough to let him die before eating him?

He would have laughed, if only he weren’t so damned tired.

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When Thomas awoke, he was genuinely confused. His body felt sluggish and tired and it took his mind a moment of teetering between consciousness and unconsciousness before he fully came awake. He jerked upright. Or tried to, anyway.

He groaned as pain shot through him, arching from his shoulder through his back and all the way up into his skull. All that was not mentioning his side, which felt like it was on fire. Thomas abandoned the attempt at righting himself, squinting his bleary eyes instead and scrutinizing his surroundings.

It was dark. And yet he was reasonably certain that these were not the Shadowlands. No, it was merely night or perhaps late evening that made the perpetual twilight of Ashenvale even more dark. He was surrounded by the sounds of the forest. He could not see any trace of the orcs. Nor could he see any trace of the great cat that had come to his defense.

Confusion continuing to mount, he gingerly reached for the back of his shoulder, where the second arrow had struck him. Contorting himself was painful and he growled softly to suppress the pain. His fingers probed at the wound. Someone had plucked the arrow from him and seemed to have treated his wound. It was evidently not gone, but neither was it gaping open and bleeding. He repeated the same testing with his thigh and found it in similar condition. Though his thigh felt much worse than his shoulder did. Lastly, there was a seemingly deep cut in his side. But that too seemed unnaturally scabbed over and didn’t seem in immediate danger of resulting in his expedited expiration.

Who had helped him? And where were they? What had happened to the cat? And what…?

“It is taking you a long time to notice me, mage,” a female voice said quietly from somewhere to his side and above him.

Thomas jumped with surprise, then groaned as pain arced through him once more. He stared at the place the voice had come from, but the speaker was obscured by the dark. But Thomas’ mana reserves had been replenished by his rest. Far from fully recovered, but replenished still. Under his breath, he muttered a quick incantation he was very familiar with. A spell of night sight.

He wasn’t entirely surprised when he spied a night elf woman sitting on a branch a few meters above the ground. It seemed like the most probable candidate to have come to his aid in this place. Her dress was reminiscent of the sentinels, the military of the night elves. Only she showed a fair bit more skin than most he had seen.

By the way one of her legs dangled in the air, he could see that she didn’t wear boots and the leather pants she wore only reached to about her knees. He met her eyes, which glowed gently in the dark of night, making him wonder how he had not noticed her before.

She had the long, long ears he had come to associated with her kind as well as the strange eyebrows. Her skin appeared to be blue-ish purple, though he wasn’t sure if that wasn’t caused by his spell of night sight. Her hair, in contrast to her skin, appeared as a silvery white.

The elf held his eyes without apparent concern or urgency, seeming to search them for a clue. What manner of clue, he was not sure.

“Hello?” He asked. “I….” He coughed, his throat feeling rough. “Do I have you to thank for my survival?”

“That remains to be seen, mage,” the night elf said.

With great effort, Thomas forced himself to rise to his feet. This situation was not as clear cut as a savior having come to his rescue.

As he struggled to his feet, the night elf swung her other leg off the branch and dropped to the ground, startling Thomas. Night elves were tall. He had come to recognize this ever since he had arrived by ship in Darkshore. Thomas himself was a tall man. Tall and well built. Many people didn’t assume him to be a mage when they saw him for the first time without his staff and robes. It had sometimes been an advantage in the past.

Thomas was a tall man and yet most night elves were taller than he was. This one however towered head and shoulder above him. She wore a loose fitted shirt embossed with a coat of arms displaying a glaive in front of two crossed arrows with a shield behind them. It showed off her strong arms, just as her strong thighs and calves were put on clear display by her short pants.

The elf wore a tight expression on her lips, looking down at him struggling to stand through the pain and enervation. The strange markings around her eyes only reinforced the firm hardness in her expression.

“What do you mean?” He asked. If he wasn’t entirely mistaken, the coat of arms embossed on her shirt was that of the Sentinel Army. That would make her part of the alliance, no?

She tilted her head slightly. “I have yet to determine your disposition, mage,” she said.

She said it so… disdainfully. He remembered the warnings of his master. Of the prohibitions on arcane magic. Supposedly, he should be fine, though putting his art on display in night elf settlements, especially without need, was something he had been counselled against.

Still, the way she scrutinized him, the way she said the word ‘mage’, made him not so sure.

“I’m a traveler,” he said. “I hail from the kingdom of Stormwind. A staunch ally of your people.”

“What makes you think I am with the Alliance?” The night elf wondered.

“Well, you are…,” he said, trailing off. “Well, this is Ashenvale, right? It is home to your people and your people are part of the Alliance, are they not?”

She tilted her head and pursed her lips. “You did not attack me,” she said, ignoring his words. “Why? I saw the fear in your eyes. You were done, yet you could still have struck.”

He blinked, not understanding. His thigh throbbed, even though he put no weight on that leg. His shoulder ached. His side pained him. With a sigh, he dropped against the tree of the trunk she had sat in.

Why would I attack her? He was puzzled. I’ve only just woken up. Except…

He thought back to the last thing he remembered before waking. The great cat staring him down, but not attacking. His brain, accustomed to seeking out connections, came up with the likely answer.

“You’re a druid,” he guessed.

“Of course,” the elf said. She hadn’t moved when he had let himself slide back to the ground.

Druids, he thought, recalling what he had learned about them. night elves have outlawed the use of arcane magic, yet the priestesses of Elune practice a kind of magic. Them and the druids. They are closely aligned with nature and draw their power from it.

He looked up at her. It was hard to believe that this woman, tall as she was, was the same as the massive cat that had savaged those orcs. Then again, he had seen plenty of feats of polymorphing. Even if his own skill with that particular art was not as he might have wished, he was reasonably certain that this wasn’t quite the same. But it was probably close enough, right? Still, the cat had appeared so savage. At least at first. The elf by contrast seemed very calm and collected. If very stern.

“So,” he wondered. “I have you to thank for saving me? For treating my wounds?”

The elf raised an eyebrow, a motion made quite impressive by their size. “I am the reason you yet draw breath, mage,” she said. “Whether or not I saved you is yet to be determined.”

He blinked at that and tried to move himself into a more ready position. But it was really no use. He was so sore and his body ached.

“You don’t much like humans?” He guessed.

Again, the night elf raised an eyebrow. “Your kind is often lacking in patience and respect for nature, yet the kaldorei’s alliance with them has greatly benefited both. Personally, I prefer to judge the merits of people by their own actions, rather than their kind.”

“Then you don’t much like mages?” He guessed.

“No,” the night elf confirmed.

“Why not?” He wondered.

“Why would I?” She asked. “Your kind’s recklessness is, I suppose, a natural consequence of your short lifespans. Yet my people know the consequences of recklessly pursuing powers you do not fully understand.”

Thomas frowned. “Arcane magic is not so very different from the magic you practice as a druid, is it?” He asked. “The source of the power may be different, but I don’t see the issue.”

She frowned at that. “My power is drawn from my connection to nature. I borrow its essence. The power of our priestesses comes from our goddess Elune. Your power is innately volatile, unstable and dangerous. Order magic may not be as vile as Disorder magic, but its practitioners too often wreak devastation all the same.”

Thomas did not agree with that assessment. Yet somehow he felt like this was more than an idle discussion. Not a hard conclusion to draw, given the circumstances. “It is true that arcane magic may cause great damage,” he argued. “Yet the same might be said for any great force in the universe. Would you truly argue that priestly magic or your own druidic powers could not be used for destructive purposes?”

“No matter how learned or knowledgeable, no matter how wise, how powerful or puissant, your kind always has one more sliver of power to chase, mage. Always one more bit of knowledge or another secret.”

Thomas prepared to argue, then he paused. “I will not apologize for what I am,” he said. “But I respect your wariness and thank you for your aid. Might I ask your name?”

The night elf cocked her head, then the briefest flash of a smile played across her lips before they turned to a frown once more. She looked down on him and he looked up at her. Silence stretched for a moment. But Thomas was well accustomed to stretching silences. He waited until she broke the silent stand-off.

“Tyalu,” she said finally. “Tyalu Moonrun.”

He nodded. “My pleasure, Tyalu. I am Thomas. Thomas Mason.”

Again, a moment of silence began to stretch before Tyalu finally broke it. “Very well, mage,” she said. “Tell me what you were doing leading a band of warsong orcs through Ashenvale.”

His eyes briefly darted to the coat of arms embossed on her shirt. He figured there really was no need to be anything but honest.

“I did not exactly lead them around,” he said. “As you no doubt noticed, they were not exactly my friends.”

“Then how did they come to be ‘not your friends’?” Tyalu asked.

He shrugged and hissed as the motion agitated his shoulder. “I was travelling the land,” he said. “Just exploring. In search of adventure, I suppose.”

“And adventure found you?” Tyalu asked.

He smiled, somewhat embarrassed. “Well, yes,” he admitted. He was somewhat chagrined with the fact. “I was traversing the land,” he elaborated. “When I came across some unusual activity.”

“The Warsong orcs?” Tyalu asked and he nodded.

“There were a few dozen of them, I believe,” he elaborated. “A hundred maybe? They were busy building a camp or a fort of sorts. Fairly primitive. Palisades and such.”

“I find that unlikely,” Tyalu said, though her frown had deepened and didn’t appear to be directed at him.

“Well I… also found it unusual,” he said. “I thought to myself that I ought to investigate. I thought maybe I could gather more information and bring that back to your people, as surely you did not invite those orcs to live in your lands? I didn’t think they would be able to spot me… Well, they didn’t. Not on the way in. But I let down my guard after I made some distance, which is when…”

“Your trail was caught by that scouting band,” Tyalu finished. Her frown was deeper still. “I find it hard to believe that the Warsong would try to establish an outpost this far to the west. Where and when did you come across this supposed outpost?”

He scratched the back of his head, feeling a certain embarrassment well up within him. “Well, you see… It was about three or four days ago? I’m not quite sure where though… my uhh…. navigation skills seem to be somewhat lacking….”

Tyalu frowned again and this time it was most definitely directed at him. “If you are telling the truth…” she slowly mused. “Then this is a very serious matter. If you are not and are somehow conspiring with the orcs against my people, it is no less serious a matter.”

“I assure you, I am not…”

“Don’t speak, mage,” she said, cutting him off. She seemed to think it over some more. “If you are telling the truth, I cannot allow the orcs to be informed of the fact they have been unmasked. You will lead me back to this outpost.”

He blinked, two questions coming to mind. “How are they going to know?” He wondered. “Either they already suspect, because their scouting band did not return or they don’t, right? And… how exactly am I going to lead you anywhere? I am not exactly in my best shape.”

“The female orc lived,” Tyalu said. “She feigned a mortal injury convincingly enough. By the time I finished the others, she had fled. I had to make a choice between preserving you for questioning or chasing after her.”

“Well… thank you for choosing me,” he said earnestly. Tyalu nodded in acceptance of his thanks. Perhaps she was a little less wary of him now?

“As for you…” She frowned. “I will admit that restoration is not where my talents lie. It will take me some time to heal you fully. In the meantime, I shall carry you.”

“Carry…?” He began to ask, but stopped as Tyalu changed.

It was a rather fascinating sight. To see something like this achieved without the use of arcane magic. Tyalu did not shapeshift into the great cat he had seen before. What he found himself face to face with instead was a bear. A damn huge bear.

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“Are you sure this is strictly necessary?” Thomas asked as Tyalu looked at him expectantly.

He was quite sore all over. The kind of sore a man might get when he rides a horse for too long for the first time. Except he had ridden the back of a bear. Well, not so much ridden. Carried while holding on for dear life seemed the more apt description.

“I told you before,” Tyalu replied coolly. “Restoration is not where my talents lie. My talents lie in communion with nature and the arts of feral combat.”

“Alright,” he said.

He unfastened the pitiful remains of his cloak, then pulled himself free of his tunic. He winced with pain as he did, the wound in his side and especially that in his shoulder was making it a rather miserable experience.

“The pants,” Tyalu said coolly.

“I don’t see why you could not simply…”

“The pants as well,” Tyalu repeated and Thomas acquiesced.

He pulled his pants down to his ankles. He didn’t see why she couldn’t just use the hole she had torn in them to get at the arrow wound before. But then again, if it would help with the pain, he would acquiesce.

“Lie on your belly,” Tyalu instructed further.

WIth a pained sigh, Thomas did as she instructed, lying on his belly and feeling the grass that populated this rare clearing in Ashenvale’s endless treetops. Tyalu knelt beside him, her hands sliding along the back of his thigh, making him tense unconsciously. Which, in turn, made the wound ache more.

“Hold still,” she instructed and he did his best to comply.

As her hands slid over the wound, he groaned. First from pain and then from relief. He felt her strange druidic magic flow into him. It lessened the pain and the tension he had developed from trying to spare any effort from his leg.

While the pain from his other wounds still gnawed at him, his thigh reached a comfortable numbness. Well, not quite numbness, but it was the best way he could describe it. Tyalu’s hands withdrew and he yelped in surprise when, turning to his other wounds, she sat fully astride him. The way a man might sit on his mount. Except that her saddle was his behind.

“What are you…?” He demanded, but was cut off once more.

“This is the last time I will tell you, mage,” Tyalu said. “Restoration is not my forte. Closer contact with your body makes it easier to channel nature’s essence into you.”

Thomas wasn’t sure what to think. He wouldn’t normally mind having a beautiful woman sit on him. Though he would surely prefer to be facing upwards. And, in truth, Tyalu was very beautiful. A tall, powerful warrior woman. Though one might say a mage ought not to be infatuated with the idea of a woman who could easily overpower him, at least physically.

No, the problem wasn’t having a beautiful night elf sitting on him. The problem was the overall situation. He didn’t want to imagine how Tyalu might react if she suspected that the way she was rendering aid to him was a somewhat arousing scenario for him.

Her hands ranged over his back and he felt more of her magic being channeled into him. He winced when she touched the scabbed over cut in his side and groaned when her hands went over his wounded shoulder. But, just like his thigh, her touch also brought relief. When he felt her finish, she left her hands resting on his lower back as he kept laying on the ground.

“Are you… are you done?” He wondered.

“Yes,” Tyalu said. Her voice sounded different. Though he could not place the tone.

“Is there a… particular reason you are still sitting on me?” He wondered.

“Are you complaining, mage?” She asked coolly. “As I recall, I have carried you on my back for most of the day.”

He couldn’t argue with that. Though that had been for the express purpose of travel. This? Well, he wasn’t sure what this was. Maybe she was exhausted after carrying him most of the day and now healing him? Or perhaps carrying a human on her back was an indignity she now repaid by sitting on him?

Whatever it was, Tyalu didn’t tell him. She merely remained for a few more minutes before silently standing up. Thomas tried to push himself up, but found that his shoulder wouldn’t carry his weight. WIth a groan, he rolled over on his side.

“I thought you healed me,” he complained.

“I will not repeat myself any further,” Tyalu said coolly. Yet, in the descending light of dusk, he saw that she wasn’t frowning at least. In fact, her expression seemed quite content. What was that about? Looking down at him, she elaborated. “I suspect I will require three or four more sessions like these before you are fully healed.”

“Oh, he said, slightly deflated. “I see.”

---

“It appears you were telling the truth, mage,” Tyalu said quietly, making her way back to where she’d left him.

Thomas was still not fully healed, but he was well enough to hobble around at least.

“You were still doubting that?” He asked.

“Of course,” Tyalu answered, brow raised.

“But now you are convinced that I am not an enemy?”

“I would not go that far,” she replied, though the tone and wry smirk on her lips took the sting out of her words. “But I am satisfied that you told me the truth.”

He nodded, feeling a certain sense of vindication. That in spite of the fact he had known all along he was telling the truth.

“What now?” He asked.

Tyalu pursed her lips and seemed to consider him. “Given that you have told me the truth, I suppose you are free to go…,” she said slowly. “Though….”

“Though?” He asked.

“Two things,” Tyalu said. “I will be heading to Astranaar to make my report about this intrusion of the Warsong Clan to the Sentinels. If you were an upstanding member of the Alliance, I suppose you would wish to make a report yourself?”

“I…. Well, if you think that would be of benefit…,” he said uncertainly. “What is the second thing?”

“Your tracks,” she said. “For the most part, they were startlingly easy to follow. I fear you would undoubtedly find yourself pursued once more.”

He had not really thought about that. But it was true. They had caught his trail before. And he almost died as a result. He did no necessary care to repeat the experience. He wasn’t fully healed yet either.

“You are saying it would be in my interest and yours if I were to accompany you to this… Astranaar?” He ventured.

“If you say so,” Tyalu said.

“I suppose I accept,” Thomas replied.

She nodded and without saying a further word, she shifted once more into the form of the enormous bear that had carried him through this forest the last two days. As he hobbled over to her, still feeling an instinctual sort of wariness for her fearsome appearance, he couldn’t help but wonder how the orcs could possibly miss the tracks of a bear this big. Surely, those were easy enough to follow as well? At least if you knew what you were looking for. Then again, they might believe them to be the tracks of an actual wild animal.

Whatever the case was, it would be reassuring to not be alone should he happen across another band of these damned orcs.

He laid his hand against her pelt of rough, thick fur. Nothing like the sleek coat she had had in her cat form. In spite of how thick it was, he felt the muscle shift underneath. Without a doubt, she was fearsomely strong in this shape. And enduring. If she could carry him for half a day straight without seeming overly bothered by it. Tyalu let out an impatient grunt. Which, in her current form, was quite the threatening sound.

He braced himself as she lowered herself slightly. Then he swung his leg up, putting his weight on his wounded thigh with a grunt and pulling himself up with his healthy arm.

“I’m ready,” he said.

Without pausing further, Tyalu raised herself up and began trotting through the bush. Though not quite the same direction they’d come from.

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Thomas squinted up at the sky as Tyalu’s trotting came to a halt. Before them, there was a small, tranquil looking lake. Courtesy of said lake, the canopy of the trees was broken and he could actually catch a glimpse of the sun. It still stood quite high in the sky. It seemed a little early to stop for the day.

Nonetheless, he slipped off her back and she began to transform back into her tall night elf form.

“Why did we stop?” He wondered. “Is it time for another… healing session?”

He tried to keep his tone neutral. He was quite looking forward to it. It felt strangely intimate. The day before, she had laid herself down across his back and he had felt her breasts push against him through her loosely fitted shirt just as distinctly as he had felt the soothing magic she was channeling into him.

Though her expression remained neutral, Thomas thought he could see the hint of a smirk in her softly glowing eyes.

“Not yet, human,” she said and turned her head towards the tranquil waters of the lake instead. “We have been travelling for a few days now and I yearn for a bath.”

“Oh,” he said and despite himself, he felt the hint of a blush creep onto his face as he imagined her naked. Not that she was likely to show that to him. “I suppose I will step aside then and…”

“Why?” She wondered.

“Why?” He sputtered. He turned his face away as she began to pull at the strips of cloth fastening her shirt. He had just thought about seeing her naked. And now she was undressing? He was not exactly prepared for that. “You are a woman and I am a man,” he said, not looking at her.

“Strange,” Tyalu said. “I was under the impression that your eyes lingered on me, human.”

“I… what?” He continued to sputter. He turned to look at her and froze when he saw her holding her shirt in her hands. Her torso was fully exposed. Her purple-blue-ish skin on full display. His eyes briefly focused on all the details. Her shoulders, her collar bones, her breasts, her stomach. Then, realizing he was staring, he averted his eyes once more.

He couldn’t see it anymore, but he could hear her working on her pants as well.

“You humans are strange,” Tyalu said. “You spend your whole lives trying to distance yourselves from nature. And you are often so strangely prude when it comes to your bodies.”

“I…uh…,” he muttered, trying very hard not to look. “Well, it’s just… not usually done, I suppose.”

“Well, human,” she said and he could hear her stepping closer. “The reason I suggested you stay is that you yourself ought to bathe. Your aroma is becoming quite… distinct.”

“You wish me to join you in…,” Thomas trailed off.

He had been too taken aback by the fact Tyalu seemed to be inviting him to bathe with her that he had turned his head to look at her. It was true that her demeanour towards him had softened somewhat in the days they had been travelling together. But he still would have never expected such an invitation.

That line of reasoning went out of the window though when he saw her standing only a handful of steps away from him. Her torso was just as naked as it had been, but now, so was her lower half. He might have expected to see a bush matching the color of her hair or none at all. He had secretly wondered about that.

What he had not expected to see was that, between her legs, was not a vagina. Neither hidden behind hair or not. It was a cock. A large one. And a thick one.

His mouth fell open and he couldn’t help but stare at it. The color was the same blue-ish violet as her skin. Perhaps a little darker. It hung heavy, kind of plump and meaty. His eyes registered a thick vein on its side softly pulsing in rhythm with her heart.

His eyes darted up at hers as she took a step closer to him. She had an eyebrow raised as, almost without his say so, his eyes were drawn back downwards. He had heard of such things. Not first hand accounts. But rumours and tavern stories. He hadn’t exactly given them much credit.

He finally realized that his mouth was still open and he closed it, swallowing as Tyalu took yet another step towards him.

“What is the matter, human?” Tyalu asked.

“Well, I… uhh… did not expect,” he stammered, taking a step back as she took yet another step towards him.

“Never seen one before?” She asked, smirking. “I am reasonably convinced you have one of your own. Though not as big as mine, I would expect?”

Inexorably, his eyes were drawn downwards again and he mentally compared. Thomas was a big man and, by his reckoning, his manhood was perfectly normal in size. Maybe a bit bigger than average even. But… it certainly wasn’t as big as Tyalu’s.

“Do you… show this to everyone?” He found himself asking dumbly as she took yet another step and he took a step backwards.

“No,” she said simply and stepped closer yet.

He tried to take yet another step back, but his thigh, quivering, failed to hold him. He fell back on his ass as Tyalu took yet another step forward. Barely half a meter still separated them.

His eyes were still caught on it. He thought he could see it bobbing gently every time the vein on the side pulsed. Had it gotten bigger? Thicker? Stiffer?

He could smell it as she took yet another step closer. So close, he could have leaned forward slightly and his lips would have touched it. It smelled like… It was hard to put a word to it. Kind of wild and musky and… his head swam with it. His eyes were still glued to it. It was pretty. Kind of. He felt a temptation to just…

“Well?” Tyalu asked, turning to the side and holding a hand out for him.

“Well?” He asked dumbly, eyes still on her cock, now in side profile.

“You should bathe, human,” she said, smirking as he finally wrestled his eyes away from it to look up at her.

He softly shook his head free of her strangely intoxicating smell and grabbed the offered hand to let himself be pulled back up to his feet.

Was I really just about to…? He wondered.

After she pulled him back to his feet, Tyalu turned and walked towards the shore of the small lake. His eyes followed her, hips shaking softly with her tread. She really was beautiful. Strong and tall and beautiful.

Was she… interested in him? An hour ago he would have said no. Her disapproval of his vocation… his art… was apparent. Yet she had warmed up to him a little. Maybe he was reading too much into things?

Tyalu was a druid. Druids were all about being in tune with nature, right? Maybe undressing really wasn’t anything of significance to her? In a way, being naked was something very natural, right? Not in polite human society, but… These were not human lands, right?

Yes. That had to be it. Tyalu simply acted more according to her nature now that she was more convinced that he was, in fact, an upstanding member of the Alliance and not an enemy.

He laughed softly, relieved that he had untangled this misunderstanding before it could lead to awkwardness. It would have been embarrassing to read too much into the situation. Then, what was he to do? Back home, it would not have done for a man and a woman as superficially familiar with one another to bathe together. But, this was not back home.

He supposed, given that he was in the land of the night elves, he ought to conform, right? Hesitantly, he worked himself out of his torn clothing and followed Tyalu into the water.

---

The water had been very pleasant. He had still felt a little awkward initially, but that had quickly gone away. Feeling nearly weightless had been a blessing on his almost healed injuries. And, in all fairness, it had felt good to clean himself. Tyalu had been right. He had begun to cultivate an aroma. Strange that she had not. Not that he really had noticed anyway. Although, her cock had had quite the aroma. Though not an unpleasant one.

He had watched her, out of the corner of his eyes, as she let herself float on the surface of the calm water. Her white hair spread out behind her like a curtain. And, to his embarrassment, his eyes had also lingered on the thick shaft between her legs.

It was a good thing he had been in the water, else the swelling of his own shaft would have been hard to hide. She might still have noticed, if not for the fact that she seemed to put him out of her mind entirely after she had convinced him to join her.

When they had spent enough time in the water to adequately clean themselves and some more time to merely enjoy the water, Tyalu had insisted that he wash his clothing. After all, if he was beginning to cultivate an aroma, then said aroma had to have permeated his clothing as well.

He had been hesitant. Not keen on walking about naked. But she had insisted and he had acquiesced. Now his torn tunic and his pants, the tattered remains of his cloak and most of his other clothing hung over a branch, slowly drying in the receding daylight.

Thomas sat with his back against the massive roots of one of the ancient trees, knees angled against his chest and arms wrapped around them to somewhat hide his modesty. Hide his modesty and the stubbornly remaining half erection that was elicited by the fact that Tyalu seemed not to share his compunctions.

Her own clothing hung beside his and she remained as naked as she had been when she convinced him to bathe. His eyes kept following her. Lingering on her. There was no way she was oblivious to his interest, though she did not comment on it. And yet, if he didn’t know better, he might have thought that she could easily have moved about in a way that wouldn’t have put her impressive… asset so prominently in his view.

Perhaps it was simply amusing to her? What had his Master said? Most night elves looked at humans with a mixture of cautious respect, but also aloof superiority. He found that easy to believe. Maybe his surprise and unexpected fascination was merely serving her amusement.

“Lie down, human,” Tyalu said, forcing him out of his contemplation.

She was coming closer to him, her cock swinging hypnotically with every step.

“What?” He asked.

She raised an eyebrow. “Lie on your belly, human,” she said. “Unless you feel that your wounds are fully healed and not in need of further aid?”

“Oh,” he said, shaking the inappropriate thoughts out of his head.

“Our clothing is still…”

“We’ll leave them to dry for longer,” Tyalu said. “We do not require clothing for this.”

He swallowed, eyes unconsciously drifting downwards. Was she suggesting she would… No. Surely, she wouldn’t sit on him like she usually did. Not when they were unclothed. Right?

Hesitantly, he acquiesced to her demand. He did his best to hide the stiffness between his legs, though he feared it only made it all the more obvious in the process. When he laid down, his own cock, still stiffening, pressed against the ground.

Tyalu knelt beside him as she usually did, grabbing his thigh, massaging it and soon channeling her natural energies to make him all numb and tingly at once. She seemed to spend longer though, her hands ranging wider, even brushing his bare behind. For some reason, he wanted her to grab it, squeeze it. Instead, he squeezed his eyes shut, reminding himself of the conclusion he had come to earlier. There was no way Tyalu was interested in him.

He expected her to stay kneeling beside him as her hands ranged higher, towards the deep cut in his side and to his shoulder. But, as maybe he should have expected, Tyalu seemed unconcerned with her nudity.

His breath caught when he felt the soft skin and taut flesh of her behind sitting on his. But that was not the only thing he felt. He felt her… testicles. They sat on his lower back. The sensation was so surreal, he barely registered the way her hands roamed over his back, squeezing and cupping and massaging until they finally settled on the wound in his side.

No, his mind was occupied with the way Tyalu shifted slightly stop him. How he felt her balls drag along with her movements. He hadn’t paid much attention to them earlier. His eyes had been too preoccupied with her shaft. But they felt big and heavy. And hairless.

“Yes,” Tyalu said softly and for an insane moment, he thought she agreed with his assessment that her balls were big and heavy. “The healing is taking very well,” she said and he let out an unconscious exhale as his own imagination continued to run wild. “I believe it will be good as new soon.”

“That’s good,” he managed to mutter.

Her probing hands roamed higher, towards his shoulder and she hummed softly. Then she began to shift again. Thomas stopped breathing as she leaned forward. He felt her cock press against his lower back and then, as her legs stretched out behind her, he felt it press between his cheeks. Not in a penetrative way. It just squeezed in there between their bodies. Why did he want her to press into him in a penetrative way?

As she laid fully down atop him, her naked breasts pushing against his back, Thomas was still not breathing.

“What is the matter, human?” Tyalu asked. “I am not too heavy for you, am I? To cease breathing is not conducive to your healing.”

Thomas exhaled as Tyalu began working his shoulder. But, once again, he was unable to focus on that sensation. He was far too caught up in how every slight shift of her body made Tyalu’s cock slide slightly between his cheeks. He almost ground himself against her. How awkward would that have been?

He was so caught up in this most unexpected fantasy of his that he almost believed her cock had grown harder and bigger between his cheeks. But, of course, that was nonsense. As proven by the fact that, when Tyalu finished with his shoulder, she stood up as she usually did. Still, in his state of confused arousal, her cock looked to be a little stiffer when she turned away from him.

He remained lying on the ground, waiting for his own cock to soften enough to not embarrass him.

---

The next day, Thomas tried to somewhat reassert himself by saying that he might continue their trek on his own two feet. His thigh wasn’t fully healed yet. Still, he felt it might be better for him to depend less on Tyalu. Perhaps his strange growing infatuation was fueled by his dependence on her. After all, he had a certain weakness for strong women who…

He shook the thought from his head. In the end, Tyalu had flatly refused him. Citing his lack of speed, she had insisted that he once more travel atop her back, as he had done the last few days.

And so, once again, he was clinging on to the enormous bear Tyalu shifted into as she trotted through Ashenvale’s woods, heading steadily towards this town called Astranaar. It was a regional capital of sorts, if he was not entirely mistaken. He was looking forward to seeing it. He hadn’t ventured into any major population centers thus far, except for his initial arrival on the continent. And calling Auberdine a major population center was a bit of a stretch. He hoped he wouldn’t make an ass of himself. Surely, if he stared at all night elf women the way he did at Tyalu, someone was bound to take offense.

“How much further is it?” He found himself asking.

Tyalu, of course, could not exactly answer in her current form. She let out something caught between a growl and a grunt as she continued to trot through the underbrush. Thomas sighed. He wasn’t sure exactly how big Ashenvale was, where exactly they were, nor where this Astranaar place was. But surely, it could not be that much longer?

But did he even want them to arrive so soon? Surely, after they had made their reports, they would part ways? Perhaps the authorities would keep him for a time? Perhaps they would keep them both? A tingle went up his spine as, unbidden, the memory of the previous day replayed in his mind. Tyalu lying atop him, rod pressing between his cheeks.

He felt himself blush and squeezed his eyes shut hard enough to be painful. Hard enough to force thoughts of a naked Tyalu out of his mind. He was only rewarded with a modicum of success. It was for that reason that he was caught entirely off guard when Tyalu let out a roar.

Not like the grunt from before when he had stupidly asked her a question, though he knew she could not answer. No, this was a loud and angry and feral roar. WIth a shake of her body, he was thrown off her back, skidding painfully over a root as Tyalu charged off.

It was only when he heard roars and cries and shouting answer Tyalu’s roar that his mind fully snapped out of its confused stupor and he realized there was real danger.

He sprang up, cursing as his thigh quivered with the effort. He threw up a mana shield around him, scanning his surroundings. He could hear Tyalu rampaging through the underbrush, though he could not see her right now. But a sound he had grown all too familiar with over the days before he had first met the night elf let him know who they were fighting without laying eyes on them.

Orcs.

Reinforcing his mana shield, Thomas dashed towards the origin of the sounds indicating a furious melee. Though dash might be a strong word. He was better, but he was not well. Still, his leg carried him.

He rounded a massive tree and saw Tyalu surrounded by five of the muscular green warriors. She had three shafts of black feathered arrows protruding from her flank and blood stained her rough fur. It pained him to see that, though it clearly was not enough to put her down.

She angrily swiped at one of the orcs, then turned and attempted to maul another. But they were well coordinated. Covering each other and striking at the great bear.

Thomas found himself grimacing with anger and he quickly readied a series of spells. First, a quick polymorph disabled the first of the orc warriors by briefly transforming it into a pig. Then, a bolt of frost struck another in the back, filling him with deadly cold and slowing down his movements. Finally, Thomas aimed a fire blast straight at the final warrior whose back was turned to him. He was just beginning to turn towards him when the violent blast took off half his head in a horrible shower of gore.

Whether Tyalu had awaited his intervention or not, she made good use of it. Her giant paws gripped the pig and she ripped into it with her maw. The attack dispelled the ephemeral spell, but that was of little assurance for the warrior, who did not rise again.

Tyalu turned, ignoring the temporarily slowed orc and attacked the remaining two instead. Figuring she was trusting him to finish the job, Thomas channeled a fireball that would leave little more than a smoldering ruin of the female orc he had slowed.

His concentration was broken when an arrow was harmlessly deflected off of his mana shield from the side. He cursed and threw the ineffectually weak fireball at the orc he had intended to kill. Said orc, her skin blackened, roared a challenge at him and charged.

Mentally leafing through his bag of tricks, Thomas quickly settled on the first thing that came to mind when it came to repelling such a charging attacker. He threw a cone of ice cold wind at the charging warrior, who was no doubt getting tired of the rapid changes in temperature he was throwing at her. While his attacker was disoriented, he blinked forward, appearing once more behind her and ready to finish her off before she could get her bearings.

Before he could, two more arrows crashed into his mana shield, draining his mana and forcing him to abandon offense to reinforce his defenses once more. His eyes searched for the archer, but he could not catch a glimpse of them.

Frustrated he turned once more to the warrior who was looking more angry than ever, roaring something at him that was no doubt filled with expletives. He prepared yet another spell to finish her off, but found his shield under assault again, forcing him to reinforce his defenses once more.

Now he was getting annoyed. He was not the mage with depleted mana reserved they had hunted for days. He was well rested. Thomas decided on a little gamble. As the warrior charged him once more, he released a burst of arcane energy all around him, strong enough to rattle the trees. The warrior was thrown from her feet and he readied another spell.

This time, as arrows assaulted his shield, he ignored them. Instead, he blasted the warrior with explosive energy, finally finishing her off just as his shield broke and the arrow that did the job clipped his side, making him yowl with surprised pain.

He whirled around to where the arrows had come from, but his eyes could once more see no trace of his attacker. He probed at his side and his hand came back slick with blood.

He cursed. And he had just barely been about to be all healed up. He considered what to do. He could try and do something on a larger scale. It was not something he was very practiced with. But he could surely set the archer’s cover aflame. Wood, which burned well, was in good supply after all.

But he paused. Surely, Tyalu would not at all approve of that. Speaking of Tyalu. Where was she? The sounds of battle had quieted some time ago, though he had not consciously realized this at the time. Was she well?

Surely, if she had been brought low, the other orcs would have joined their comrade in finishing him off?

He shivered as he realized how eerily quiet the forest was. It was unnerving. He looked down again at the fresh wound cut into him. It didn’t seem too serious, though his already ruined tunic was quickly gathering another impressive blood stain.

He looked up again, willing his eyes to pierce the thick underbrush surrounding him. But this was not a matter a simple spell of night sight could fix. If there was a spell of seeing through foliage, he had not learned it.

Why was the archer not attacking him anymore? Perhaps they had run out of arrows? Or perhaps Tyalu was now stalking the stalker? He remembered how she had moved as a great cat. Incredibly fast and stealthily. Surely the archer would not be keen to give away their position?

The tension was almost too much for him as time stretched on one heartbeat at a time. Then, though he had anticipated the moment, he was still surprised when the sounds of sudden, vicious violence once more sounded through the trees.

He hurried towards the sound. Yet, by the time he made it there, it was already over. He found Tyalu sitting astride a female orc, the one he presumed to be the archer. The one who, on closer inspection, was the same huntress that had been hounding him for days before Tyalu had come to his rescue.

The orc seemed to grimace in pain and had her face averted as Tyalu held a crude knife up to her throat and said something in their crude sounding language. Only belatedly did Thomas notice the arrow shafts jutting from Tyalu’s side, blood slowly drenching her shirt.

The whole scene was strewn with blood. A testament to the violence of the short clash between the two.

The orc grunted something and Tyalu’s frown deepened. Somehow, as the elf shook her head, there was something unsettling about the look in her eyes and those strange markings around them. Without further words, she sank the knife into the orc’s throat. The huntress convulsed violently, then quickly grew weaker until she laid still.

WIth a shake of the head, Tyalu stood, revealing the gruesome wounds her claws had left in the orc’s abdomen.

Thomas was about to ask what the orc had said, when he realized there was something far more urgent.

“Are you well?” He asked, taking a hesitant step towards her.

“I will be well,” Tyalu said, though he could hear the undertone of pain carrying in her voice.

“Those arrows,” he said. “We should…”

Tyalu clicked her tongue and cut the cloth of her shirt with the crude knife she still held. “They struck me in my bear form,” she said. “My hide is very tough in that form. They have not penetrated too deeply.” She tugged softly on one of the arrows and grimaced with pain.

“I don’t think you should…” Thomas began, but was interrupted once more.

“Cut them loose,” Tyalu demanded, holding the crude knife out to him.

“I don’t think I am qualified to do that,” he said wide eyed.

Tyalu grunted with annoyance and held the knife out more insistently. “I can heal myself after they are removed. Just don’t cut deeper than you need to.”

Protest still on the tip of his tongue, he took the knife she more or less forced into his hand. The blade was cut from obsidian and it seemed to be very, very sharp. The huntress’ blood still clung to it. He wiped it on his own tunic as Tyalu lowered herself to the ground, laying on her side, arrows pointing upwards. Or downwards, as it was.

Thomas squatted down beside her, but quickly realized that his thigh did not all appreciate that kind of posture. With a grimace, he sat down beside her instead. Feeling very uncomfortable with the task, he followed Tyalu’s instruction nonetheless, helping her remove the blackened shafts, careful not to do any more damage than he had to. Strangely enough, the whole thing seemed to be more difficult for him than it was for her.

With a groan of mingled pain and relief from Tyalu, Thomas finally pulled the final shaft free, careful that the arrowhead that was only loosely attached did not stay behind.

Tyalu’s hand quickly probed the area and he saw a soft green light emanating from it that caused her flesh to quickly knit itself back together. He could feel the flow of the mana and yet he couldn’t decipher it.

It did seem, however, that it was much more powerful than what she had done for him. Was healing herself perhaps easier than healing another?

Whatever the case, when Tyalu withdrew her hand, her skin was as unblemished and beautiful as it had been, though it was still stained with her own blood.

“Thank you, human,” Tyalu said softly.

“You are welcome,” he said.

Tyalu sat up and considered him through hard eyes, though the expression quickly softened. “I suppose I should apologize to you, human. My treatment of you has perhaps not well reflected the fact that you appear to be a quite capable adult man.”

Taken aback by the sudden change of direction, he was silent for a moment. He hadn’t actually regarded her treatment of him as all that bad. Sure, she could have been nicer. Especially in the beginning. But there were aspects he kind of enjoyed. Aspects he quite enjoyed, actually.

“I do not believe you have treated me that badly,” he said slowly.

She tilted her head, the hint of a smirk coming onto her lips. “So you do not object to my treatment of you?”

“I uh……” Oh, why was he thinking of her nudity again? This was hardly an appropriate setting. “What did she say?” He asked instead, nodding to the dead huntress.

Tyalu’s expression changed, returning to a tight frown. “She urged me to torture her,” she said. “And vowed not to tell me anything.” He looked at her and she shook her head. “Torture is not my way, human. Taking her with us would have been… an inconvenience. Besides, I doubt the Sentinels will have too much issue sweeping their outpost away. It’s too far from the barrens to be properly reinforced. And I expect they will interrogate the survivors to discover their purpose. It is not large or strong enough to serve as the bridgehead of a true invasion force in any case.”

He nodded. “Why would it have been inconvenient?” He wondered.

“Hmmm,” Tyalu hummed. “You will see.”

Unsure what to think of that, Thomas still nodded once more.

“Let us be away,” Tyalu finally added, turning away from the scene.

---

Thomas had some questions. He wasn’t quite sure how to ask them. They had stopped for the day and he was sitting down, his back leaning against the trunk of one of the ubiquitous trees of this land.

He had to admit that he did not really understand Tyalu. She did not appear to like him very much. Or perhaps she did not respect him. But at the same time she could be quite nice and almost warm. He wasn’t sure why she went through the effort of hauling him all throughout the land. Not that he wasn’t grateful. Making his way back to civilization in his condition at the time would have been a tall order. But surely, especially after confirming his claims about the outpost, Tyalu would have been best served to quickly make the journey and alert her people?

He sighed. Who could have known that night elves were so strange? His interactions with them before had seemed quite normal. Admittedly, those had been very superficial.

“You seem lost in thought human.”

Thomas looked up to see that Tyalu had made her way up to him without him noticing at all. His eyes flicked to her bloodied shirt, where he’d cut it loose to free her of those arrows. In the darkening twilight, he could not see well, but he knew that the skin underneath was as unblemished as it had ever been.

“I am unsure,” he admitted finally.

Tyalu stepped closer and as she did, Thomas felt the beating of his heart accelerate.

“What are you unsure about?” She asked.

“Well… if it was easy to put into words, I don’t believe I would be so unsure.”

She came even closer and crouched down, bringing herself nearly to eye level with him. He still had to tilt his head up to look into those softly glowing eyes.

“Say it,” she said.

Thomas wrestled with himself. He didn’t really want to confess to the confused attraction he felt towards her. Nor that he could not figure out whether she liked or disliked him. Or… well… that he really couldn’t figure her out at all. But Tyalu was looking at him very expectantly. It didn’t seem like she would let him not answer.

He was startled when he felt her palms touch the sides of his face and the tips of her fingers began to play with his ears.

“Is it so difficult to say that you wish to mate with me?” She asked and Thomas' breath caught, eyes going wide.

He felt blood rush into his ears and Tyalu squeezed them between her fingers, making him jump. He saw the tip of her tongue come out between her lips, wetting them and disappearing once more.

“What?” He finally stammered.

Tyalu raised an eyebrow. “Am I to understand that all those longing gazes were not that? That the way you stared at my cock did not signal a plea to be bred? Am I to understand that wide open mouth as an invitation?”

Thomas yanked his mouth shut. Then opened it again to speak, only to not know what to say.

Tyalu sighed softly. “You are quite dense, human,” she said lightly. “Did you truly believe I needed to lie on your back or sit on your ass to heal you? Was my literally placing my cock between your cheeks not a clear enough invitation?”

He blinked. “But… I am a human. And you are…”

“You are human and I am of the kaldorei,” Tyalu said, still playing with his ears as she cupped his face in her palms. “I see no issue with that. There is nothing more natural in the world than the urge to breed. You elicit that urge in me and when I presented you with my means to do just that, your… compatible interest seemed evident.”

“But… you… I thought you disliked me. You suspected me… And I am a mage? I thought you hated…”

“Hate is the wrong word,” Tyalu said firmly. “Your… vocation is a regrettable stain on your character, but one that can perhaps be rectified or… firmly controlled.”

He swallowed and Tyalu laughed pleasantly. No mage ought to feel excitement at the thought of another discrediting his art. And yet…

Tyalu bit her lip, then leaned in closer, their faces so close their noses could almost touch. Thomas’ breath caught and he felt her warm breath on his face as she spoke once more.

“It is not my way to take by violence the things I desire,” she said. “And since you are too dense to read my invitations, I will say it straight. I wish to breed you, human. Do you consent?”

His heart was beating rapidly. In this moment there was no doubt that that was indeed something he wanted. He wanted to taste her breath in his mouth, to smell once again what he smelled when she stood nudely before him.

“I do,” he said and felt his heart beat quicker yet.

Tyalu smirked. She squeezed his ears one final time, then she stood. Thomas’ eyes snapped to her crotch right away. He could see the outline of it through her pants and wondered how he had ever not noticed it before. Tyalu reached down and softly applied pressure to the back of his head until his lips and his nose were pressed against it, bulging her pants.

He breathed in eagerly, wanting to smell her again. Yet he was disappointed that her pants did not let much of her smell escape. Nonetheless he eagerly pressed himself against her. Damn, but he really wanted her to take him. Him. A man. He desired to be used by this woman with something extra.

Tyalu pulled his head back with gentle force and stepped away from him. She turned her back to him and he watched with bated breath as she began to undo her shirt.

“Many of my kin view yours as more trouble than you are worth,” Tyalu said. “They are correct in many ways. You are short lived and often irresponsible. Reckless and foolhardy. But you are also often earnest and honorable. And you, in particular, are very comely.”

She threw her shirt to the side and her long hair fell in cascades over her firm back. She looked back at him, smirking.

“I have felt a certain interest in your kind ever since human and orc and kaldorei fought side by side in the battle of Mount Hyjal.”

“You were there?” Thomas asked, momentarily distracted from the fact that the beautiful elf was undoing her pants.

“I was,” she said.

“If you fought side by side with humans and with orcs, how come you can view one as a friend, but not the other?” He found himself asking.

She paused and seemed to think on her answer for a moment. “There are many commonalities between humans and orcs,” she finally said. “They are no more evil than humans or any other of the mortal races are. They are misguided in many ways, just like your people are. I do not hate them. But it is easier to be friends with a people that are not defiling your homeland in their misguidedness. My animosity for them is born of necessity. A necessity born of their incursion into our lands.”

He nodded, though she could not see that as she was facing away from him again. He heard her sigh and her hands began working on unfastening her pants once more. He bit his lip when she bent to pull them down to her ankles and then removed them, throwing them on top of her shirt.

Her ass was firm and well rounded. Her thighs were strong and Thomas wondered how they might feel wrapping around his head.

“Enough of that,” Tyalu then said, finally turning.

Thoughts of her ass or her thighs went out the window and once more Thomas only had eyes for what she had between her legs. The large, meaty rod that he found strangely beautiful. It didn’t hang heavily this time. It stood firmly, even larger now than he remembered.

Tyalu took a step towards him and it bobbed up and down. Without meaning to, Thomas licked his lips. He had to change his posture, raising himself higher to make it point straight at his face. She was, after all, very, very tall.

“Kiss the tip,” Tyalu instructed.

He briefly looked up at her and saw that her lips were parted and she was softly biting her tongue. Then he quickly looked down again. Saliva collected in his mouth and he puckered his lips, placing them on the slightly wetted tip.

His tongue pressed forward and the tip of it brushed against that wetness, tasting it, as his lips parted to admit her into his mouth.

“No,” Tyalu said firmly, pulling back her hips. “I said kiss the tip, not swallow it.”

Thomas didn’t understand. All it was, was his lips and the tip of his tongue touching it. There was nothing particularly special about the sensation, was there? Then why was he so disappointed that his lips were parted from her cock?

He looked up at her and she laughed softly. “I like those eyes, human,” she said and reached out, scratching across his scalp. Then she reached further back, pushing him forward. Not to sink her shaft past his lips, but to press his face against her crotch.

WIth her rod pressing against his left cheek and his lips against her sack, his nose was pressed deeply into the base of her shaft. He closed his eyes and greedily inhaled, savoring that wild mix of earthy nature and musky sex.

His tongue pressed through his lips and he began to lick her sack, savoring her sweat. He heard her moan softly and it only made him want to do more. The more she enjoyed this, the more, perhaps, he would get to enjoy this.

He licked her clean until there was little more of her taste to savor, he played with her round testicles and the sounds of her soft moans was music to his ears.

Thomas had always wanted to be used by women stronger than him. His fantasies had never involved sacks and cocks. But now? He couldn’t picture this scene without. Or maybe he didn’t want to.

He heard Tyalu laugh and felt disappointment when she softly pulled on his hair to get him off of her. He opened his eyes and saw his saliva glistening, dripping off her balls. Saw the clear pre oozing out of the slit at the tip of her beautiful cock.

As if it was the most natural thing in the world, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Then he looked up at her, practically begging.

Tyalu smiled and he knew that his begging would be rewarded. She reached down and grabbed her shaft. Then she smacked it against his tongue. Droplets of her pre splattered onto his tongue, sweet and salty and all he wanted was more. And Tyalu did offer more. With one meaty thwack another another, she continued to tenderize his tongue until she finally let her rod rest against it.

He wanted to close his lips around it, suck on it. But the look in her eyes forbade him. He was panting needily. Tyalu made him hold this position for an interminable minute. Then she slowly edged her hips forward. Her cock slid over his tongue and slowly pressed into his mouth.

“Suck it, human,” Tyalu whispered throatily as she pressed it in further.

Thomas closed his lips around it, savoring the mingling of her flavour on his tongue and the sensation of her thick, meaty rod stretching his lips. He moaned and his cock, which had been rockhard for some time, throbbed in his pants.

“About to finish from simply having a taste?” Tyalu asked softly, rocking her hips back and forth. “Even I am impressed with how discerning my eyes were with you.”

She rocked forward a little more and he felt the tip press into the back of his throat. He sputtered and Tyalu pulled back. Her hand appeared atop his head, scratching softly as she rocked forward once more, again eliciting the same response from him.

“You have a narrow throat. Is this truly the first time you are submitting in such a fashion?”

Thomas opened his eyes, small tears beading in their corners and looked up at her. She looked a little hazy.

“Oh, when you look at me like that….” Tyalu mused, pulling back her hips and slowly dragging her cock out of his mouth. Thomas enjoyed the sensation of it sliding over his tongue and through his lips, though he regretted the sudden emptiness of his mouth. He stared at it, coated in his saliva, and opened his mouth again, stretching out his tongue and inviting her back in.

Tyalu laughed. “Your eagerness is commendable,” she commented, thwacking the side of his face rather than sinking herself back into his mouth. She turned and Thomas stared at her firm ass. He wondered if she desired him to use his tongue there instead. “Undress, human. And lie on your belly.”

Thomas felt a fluttering in his belly and quickly, eagerly unclothed himself. As he laid on the ground, he might have reminisced how weird it was that this felt normal. To lie naked on the ground in the forest.

He didn’t have time for such thoughts though. Tyalu stepped over him, one foot on either side of him, then lowered herself. He felt her cock press against his cheeks and he clenched involuntarily. She shifted slightly and it pressed up against his own balls as she settled atop him. He felt her breasts press against his back and felt her hot breath on the back of his head as she slowly began to grind her hips against him.

His breath hitched when she leaned forward and she bit his ear. He shuddered and moaned. He never had thought of ears as a part of his body good for anything but hearing. But the way Tyalu bit and nibbled on his ear? The way her lips teased it? It made a shudder run down his spine.

“So wonderfully submissive,” Tyalu whispered in his ear. “Your people are so refreshingly honest with your desires. You would not believe the song and dance some of my people would require before agreeing to lie beneath me.”

He felt her lips withdraw and instead felt the tip of her tongue trace the contours of his ears.

“Please,” he mewled.

“Please?” She asked teasingly.

Thomas ground his ass against her, begging her to take him. He just wanted her to take him. Fuck him. Make him submit. Lay claim to him. To his ass. The way she teased him only heightened that need. He felt saliva drip from her tongue, sliding along his ear.

He pressed back against her, but her cock wasn’t angled right. All he accomplished was dragging it through his cleft, effectively increasing his own neediness.

“Please fuck me already,” he begged.

He yowled softly as her teeth closed around his ear, tighter than before. Then she released it.

“You should be grateful,” she whispered. “I am not fond of long stretching sessions beforehand. Nor, even as needy as you are, would you enjoy it if I simply jammed my length deep into you without any preparation. Luckily, I am not shy to use my gifts to make this easier for both of us. This is, after all, perfectly natural.”

Finally she raised her hips. WIth one hand, she spread his cheeks apart and Thomas quickly felt the object of his perverse desires poke into him.

“Ahhhhhhhh ahhh ahhhhh,” he mewled as Tyalu’s hips pushed downwards.

He felt the by now familiar flow of her mana, the way she channeled it. He thought he felt the remaining tightness in his shoulder and his thigh and his side evaporate. And though it felt like her cock should be too big for him, she inexorably pushed it deeper without causing him much in the way of discomfort.

Which was not to say that it didn’t leave an impression. Thomas shivered and moaned. He felt strangely full and fulfilled all at once as Tyalu’s inexorable push slowly devolved into a series of very deliberate and shallow thrusts of her hips.

He quivered as she hit something deep inside him that made all the muscles in his body tense up and he heard Tyalu take in breath with a loud hiss.

“Ahhhh,” she moaned into his ears. “Do that again.”

“What?” He found himself asking dumbly.

“Squeeze my cock,” she clarified. “You are wonderfully tight, human. A credit to your people, truly.”

Unsure whether having a tight ass really qualified one to be called a credit to humanity, he followed her demands all the same. He squeezed, tight as he could and found himself moaning as much as Tyalu did. Somehow, tightening around her only served to make her feel even bigger. Like she stretched him even more.

He quivered even more when he felt her lips begin to caress his ears once more. He wondered if the ears held some special significance for night elves. Or perhaps they were just more sensitive than those of a human? Not that her efforts were not affecting him.

Finally, he felt her pelvis fully press against his cheek as she bottomed out inside him.

“Well?” She prompted, interrupting her caressing of his ear. “How does it feel?”

“Amazing,” he muttered breathlessly.

“You want me to start moving?” She asked. He paused, but only for a moment. If her just being inside him felt this weirdly fulfilling, how might it feel if she started moving in earnest? He felt her squeezing her cock, making it jump inside of him. “Well?” She demanded. “Beg for it!”

He closed his eyes, suppressing another shiver running through his body as she made her cock jump again. Then he turned his head as far as he could, allowing him to barely look at her from the corners of his eyes.

“Please,” he begged. “Please!”

“Please?” She asked with a smirk.

“Fuck me. Make me yours!” He begged.

Tyalu didn’t answer. Not with words. Instead, she raised her hips and let them fall upon him, first dragging her cock out of him most of the way and then letting the weight of her falling hips push it back inside of him.

His toes curled. “Again,” he begged.

She did. Her hips rose and her hips fell. Her lips returned to his ears. Caressing and teasing as her hips worked their very non-arcane magic on him.

Thomas was quickly turning into an insensate mess. He thought he might be drooling. He wasn’t sure. His entire world was slowly being reduced to the sensations Tyalu inflicted about him. Her thick, meaty, heavy, hard, huge, powerful, beautiful cock repeatedly plunged into him. A meaty smacking sound followed every descent as their bodies collided, her hips and thighs smacking against his ass and the back of his thighs.

He felt that. That and her lips and her tongue still caressing his ear. The hot breath coming from Tyalu’s mouth as her own passions seemed to rise only added to the charm of her oral caress.

Thomas found himself pushing back against her. Trying to meet her descending hips. Showing his eagerness to submit. His eagerness to please her. To accept her invasion and conquest of his body. Tyalu said nothing about that. Yet he felt she appreciated his efforts all the same.

“Is this what you were hoping for when you came to the lands of the kaldorei?” Tyalu asked. “Did you wish for someone to come along to make you face your true desires?”

Thomas would never have guessed when he decided to undertake this adventure to Kalimdor, that he would end up having such wild, passionate sex out in the wilderness. Or, perhaps, a part of him might have hoped for such things. But surely, him being the one getting plowed had not been on his mind. Not until the day Tyalu had shown herself to him in the nude.

It felt raw somehow. Animalistic in spite of the evident control Tyalu displayed over herself and over him. He was the one without control. The one completely at the mercy of the night elf mounting him and his own desire to be mounted by her.

“How do you like nature’s cock, human?” Tyalu asked throatily. Her breath was becoming more labored, her thrusts more forceful and erratic, her throbbing more evident.

He might have quipped about how ‘nature’s cock’ sounded just a little cheesy. If he hadn’t been so busy getting the wits fucked out of him by said cock.

No, what mental capacity remained in him was too preoccupied with marveling at her strength, her size, the fact that this beautiful elf was fucking him. With the lewd sounds their bodies produced and with the increasingly evident signs that this ‘breeding session’ was close to reaching its climax.

Tyalu’s movements continued to slowly grow more erratic, her breathing ever more labored, her caressing of his ear more distracted. Thomas wanted it. He had to have it.

“Give it to me,” he begged.

Tyalu growled. Not angrily or anything of the sort. It was more animalistic than that. A last few more times she pulled back her hips further, slammed herself into him harder. Then, finally, she thrust deep and kept squeezing forward though they were already connected as deeply as they feasibly could. She raised up her body, her thighs squeezing his hips to keep him in place. As if he would try to run.

Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, further keeping him in place as her cock began to lurch deep inside him. He could feel it spreading inside him further with every spray of her seed her cock shot inside of him.

Tyalu kept moaning sweetly as she bred him like she’d promised, dumping the bounty of her large balls straight into his hole. Then, with the warmth of her deposit still lingering and slowly spreading distinctly in his guts, she let out a long breath and let herself sink forward until she was splayed out over him. Her cock inside him still lurched occasionally, but he felt that she was done. At least for now.

“Thank you,” he muttered happily.

“Hmmm?” She wondered.

“Thank you,” he repeated and he felt a weak laugh roll through her.

He felt her lips graze his ear again, but not with the same intensity as before. “Perhaps I should be thanking you, human,” she said softly.

“For what?” He asked and she laughed again.

“Well…,” she mused. “For submitting to me…” She placed a kiss on his ear. “For being quite polite…” She placed another kiss on his ear. “For your enthusiasm…” She placed yet another kiss on his ear. “And, of course, for being quite a lay…” She bit his ear, making him tense. She hissed softly as he squeezed her slowly softening cock in the process.

“Mhhhhh,” she moaned softly, then she began to raise her hips, slowly letting herself slip out of him. Even that felt good, though she left a sad feeling of emptiness when she finally pulled herself all the way out. “Roll over,” she directed as she rose and he did.

He looked up at her, standing over him. Her cock slowly dripped what remained of her seed onto him, now once again hanging heavily between her legs. She glistened with a soft sheen of sweat. Somehow, she looked even more beautiful than before. But, perhaps, that had something to do with the way she had just made sure he would likely never quite be satisfied with a woman that was not like her ever again.

He saw her raise an eyebrow. “When did you finish?” She asked. He blinked, confused, then looked down on his own body. It seemed unmistakable. His stomach was sticky with a mixture of his own cum and some of the debris on the ground. Looking over, he could see more of that evidence where he had lain before rolling over.

He hadn’t even noticed his own climax. His cheeks turned red at the realization. Had he truly been so enraptured with the she was plowing him that he hadn’t noticed his own cock spurting his load? His thoughts were seemingly painted across his face, because Tyalu smiled. “You didn’t even notice?” She asked. “That’s good. I like that.”

---

Thomas walked slightly bowlegged. It probably wasn’t that noticeable. But he felt as if he must look ridiculous. At least he walked on his feet once again.

The discomfort of his wounds had entirely disappeared. He had his theories. The more likely possibility was that, for some reason, Tyalu had simply chosen not to fully heal him prior to the previous night. Whether that was because she had not trusted him enough or because, for some reason, it pleased her for him to be dependent on her.

The other possibility seemed a little more far-fetched. She had said that restoration magic was not her strong suit. She had also previously claimed that the reason she had sat on him previously was that closer contact made it easier to channel her magic into him.

After seeing her heal the wounds left by the arrows he had cut out of her, he was not really convinced that she actually struggled with restoration magic, though he could not discount the possibility that healing oneself was a different matter than healing another. He had less than little experience with the healing magics priests performed and was truly out of his depth when it came to druidic magic.

But, if she had told the truth and closer contact was beneficial… Well… They had gotten very close during their encounter the previous night.

Thomas felt his cheek flush when he thought back to it. Thought back to the way Tyalu had taken him from behind. How her larger body had pressed down on him. How her hips had hammered away at him tirelessly. How… amazing it had felt. He felt himself stiffen at the mere memory and the tightening in his pants was making his gait even more awkward.

His eyes sought out his night elf companion walking in front of him. They caught briefly on her hips swaying softly from side to side and the pleasant shape of her ass. Tyalu hadn’t said a word about their encounter at all. She had merely informed him they would be reaching Astranaar today. And, given they now walked upon a real road, he could believe that they were nearing civilization.

“Say, Tyalu,” he started.

“What is it, human?” Tyalu asked without turning back to him. Her tone was as measured and reserved and slightly distant as it had been for most of the time they had spent together.

“I was wondering,” he said. “And I hope it’s not rude.”

“What is it, human?” Tyalu repeated.

“Well… Are you… special? I mean, are other night elf women… like you?”

The elf paused, then turned to him. There was an amused sparkle in her softly glowing eyes. “One taste and you are thinking about where to get more?” She wondered.

“Well, no…” he said.

She considered him for a moment, then shrugged. “Not every kaldorei woman has what I have,” she said. “It is neither common nor very uncommon.”

He swallowed. “Well… I had heard some… stories. But I hadn’t actually believed them. It was just… tavern tales.”

She nodded. “You humans can be a little particular about things that are different among other peoples compared to your own kind. The kaldorei are hardly the only people where women like me exist.”

“No?” He wondered.

“It also occurs among Trolls,” she said. “The same would be true for naga or the quel’dorei. I have heard that among orcs too, women like me exist.”

He nodded, absorbing that information. He’d never actually seen a troll. Nor a quel’dorei. If he wasn’t entirely mistaken, those were high elves.

“Now come,” Tyalu said, turning to continue their trek. “Astranaar is not far now.”

“Actually,” he said and she paused, turning to regard him once more. “I would much rather… if you were to give me another taste!”

He said the last part very fast, before he could change his mind. He could feel the heat rushing to his cheeks and to his ears. Tyalu chuckled and turned, continuing to walk without answering his confession. Though, as he followed her, he thought that there was just a little more sway to her hips than before.

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Astranaar was a peaceful and fairly quiet place. Night elves, it seemed to Thomas, were not a loud people. Though, according to Tyalu, a few thousand of them lived in this town. It was supposedly ancient, preceding human civilization entirely.

Part of him found that hard to believe. Perhaps because it was hard for him to conceptualize a time before human civilization existed. Not for the first time, he wondered just how old Tyalu might be.

Astranaar was located on an island in the middle of a large lake, with bridges crossing over at a narrow point to allow access without the use of a boat or swimming. The architecture reminded him greatly of Auberdine, where he had first arrived in Kalimdor. Though Auberdine had been smaller.

Like Auberdine, wood was the prevailing building material used. Thomas wondered at how disdainfully Tyalu spoke of the orcs cutting down trees for the sake of lumber. Surely, the night elves also had to cut down trees to build their homes from wood?

As they passed through the town, the eyes of the elven residents often followed them. Perhaps they didn’t see human visitors that often? Or was it perhaps Tyalu who attracted the attention of the townsfolk? Or maybe it was the fact that a night elf and a human traveled together?

The night elves were a part of the Alliance, of course. But unlike the dwarves or the gnomes, they were farther apart from the humans of Stormwind. Conversely, it only seemed reasonable that the other Alliance races would seem more distant to them from their perspective, right?

Whatever was the case, the looks that followed Tyalu and Thomas were not hostile. Merely reserved and sometimes perhaps a little curious. Thomas focused once again on the structures that made up Astranaar.

While wood was certainly the prevailing building material, stone was also used for columns and, sometimes, seeming to serve as the foundation of houses. He noticed that many of the houses appeared strangely open. He noted that some houses seemingly had entire walls missing. While he was sure that would make for an amazing view out over the lake, it would also leave residents with limited privacy, no?

Tyalu led him to a particularly large building right on the edge of the lake. It stood slightly elevated on a foundation of stone and, like many other buildings, seemed strangely open. An artfully curved wooden arch, supported by columns of stone marked the entrance. Though there were some armored night elves standing guard, no one impeded them as they strolled in.

The inside of the building was open as well. It was a single room roughly in the shape of a cross with night elves milling about, talking, or working on something around tables. The back of the building was missing a wall, providing a view of the lake. Tyalu led him straight through to a night elf whose dress didn’t make her stand out from any of the others in the house.

She stood with her back towards him, hands resting behind her back as she looked out over the lake. She had a large wolf lying on the floor by one side and an even larger white cat with black stripes lying on the other.

“Raene,” Tyalu spoke in greeting.

The other elf, evidently named Raene, slowly turned and greeted Tyalu with a nod. “I have been wondering when you would arrive,” she said. Then her gaze turned towards Thomas. “And this is the man your message spoke of?”

“Message?” Thomas wondered, confused.

“Of course,” Tyalu said. “Did you believe I would take my time gallivanting about while an important message needed to be delivered?”

“I… well. It makes sense when you say it like that.”

“I had a bird deliver a message,” Tyalu explained, then turned her gaze back to the other elf.

“And we received that message,” Raene said with a slight nod. “A detachment of Sentinels is already on the move. We owe you thanks for this discovery, Tyalu.”

“I merely confirmed what was reported to me,” Tyalu said modestly. “He is the one who made the discovery.” She turned to him and pointed at the other elf. “This is Raene Wolfrunner, renowned huntress and Sentinel ruler of Astranaar.” Then she turned her gaze to Raene and pointed to him. Then she paused.

“You never asked for his name, didn’t you?” Raena asked.

Had she asked his name? She had simply referred to him by mage after they’d met. After a while, she had taken to simply referring to him as human. Thomas had assumed this to be some quirk of night elf society. Or perhaps an idiosyncrasy of Tyalu’s. Surely, he hadn’t failed to tell her his name? Had she perhaps forgotten it?

A moment of silence had begun to spread and Thomas decided to speak up before things could become truly awkward.

“I am Thomas Mason,” he said. “I hail from the kingdom of Stormwind and was exploring your lands when I happened upon a camp of orcs out in the forest.”

“Yes,” Raene said with a nod, still looking at Tyalu, who still hadn’t said anything. Finally, Raene sighed softly and focused her attention on him. Thomas noted that the two animals too were looking at him. “We owe you our thanks then, Thomas Mason of Stormwind. It will be good to root out this incursion of the Warsong before they can fully grasp hold.”

He nodded and again a moment of silence began to spread. Raene seemed to wait for something and once more she looked at Tyalu.

“Well, Tyalu? About the other matter?”

“Yes,” Tyalu said, looking him over. “While travelling with the human… with Thomas, I have reasonably ascertained that he is no secret Horde collaborator. And while he is, regrettably, a user of arcane magic, I believe that he has acted in good faith and restraint while in our lands. I have seen him… abuse Order only during our first encounter, when under attack by orcs and on another occasion when we both came under attack by another band and he came to my aid.”

Raene nodded seriously, regarding him. Thomas licked his lips nervously. “I… uh. My master told me to exercise caution when using the arts in your land. I didn’t realize it was quite that… serious.”

“Among the kaldorei,” Raene explained. “The use of Order, or Disorder for that matter, is strictly prohibited. You likely know these as arcane and fel magic. While we recognize that we cannot enforce such prohibitions among the other members of the Alliance, the abuse of these powers by other races within our lands is still looked at very… disfavorably.”

Thomas nodded. “I gathered there was more friction than I realized initially.”

Raene nodded, looking at Tyalu and then back at him. “Given that Tyalu has attested you solely abused Order in self defense and defense of another, I am prepared to overlook this. For now. Both of you stay in Astranaar for a day or two to recuperate from your travels.”

Her words had a certain sound of finality. “Goodbye, Raene,” Tyalu said and turned without much further fanfare and Thomas quickly said his own parting words before turning to follow Tyalu.

“Did I just avoid execution or something?” He asked with a half laugh.

“No,” Tyalu said. “If I had assessed you as recklessly abusing Order, you would have been exiled and banned from returning to our lands. If I had found you to be a danger to my people, I would have killed you long before we reached Astranaar.”

The declaration was somewhat stunning. But, in truth, it was not entirely surprising. Not given Tyalu’s initial disdain at his being a mage. And saying that she would have killed an enemy of her people? It wasn’t exactly unreasonable either. Still, having those kinds of words directed at him was a little unsettling.

“Worry not,” Tyalu said, seeming to read his thoughts. “The only way I presently intend to slay you is with my cock.”

The statement came so unexpectedly, it took a moment to register. Then Thomas felt the blood rushing to his cheeks and his ears burned with heat. Tyalu smirked.

---

Thomas looked out over the tranquil lake. Really, night elf architecture left him confused. Who built an inn and left all the rooms openly accessible by leaving out an entire wall? It didn’t make any sense to him.

And it made him nervous. Considering Tyalu’s earlier declaration and his own confession when they were still on their way to Astranaar. It seemed quite clear that they would have more relations tonight.

His stomach knotted with mingled anticipation and nervousness. He could barely wait. But Tyalu had led him to this inn and then told him to relax and wait for her as she had something to take care of first.

He found it difficult to relax. Though the tranquil atmosphere surely invited him to relax, anticipation of what Tyalu would soon do with him and the fact that the locale would let anyone who happened by on the lake get a good look at it left him feeling restless. At least they had an actual room with a door.

On the middle floor of the building, there had been beds entirely out in the open where anyone wanting to come to the upper floor would pass them by.

He paced up and down the room, occasionally looking out over the lake to try and help him calm his nerves. At least they would have a bed this time. And a large and sturdy looking one at that.

Other than the bed, the room only had a small dresser, a table and two chairs. All made from wood, of course.

He sighed and sat on the bed. If only Tyalu could just come back. He was sure his nervousness would soon go out the window once she returned and they… got started.

But Tyalu took her sweet time. At least an hour passed before the door opened and Thomas turned to see the tall night elf enter. She sat a small pack on the floor and picked a bottle and a cup out of it.

“Are you trying to ply me with wine?” He asked, swallowing down his nervousness and trying to be a little teasing himself for once.

Tyalu raised an eyebrow. “I was not under the impression that such would be necessary.”

His mouth stayed open and for a moment, he didn’t have a reply. He could of course have quipped back somehow. But… Well… It might be too obvious a lie. “You brought only one cup,” he noted instead.

“So I did,” she said with a wry smirk.

She sat the cup and the bottle down on the small wooden dresser, then sighed and sat on the bed. While her softly glowing eyes kept his own hostage, she patted the spot beside her.

He bit his lip, feeling the eagerness and anticipation that had left him restless rise up even higher in his chest. “Are you taking me to bed?” He asked.

“I’m going to fuck you into it, I think,” she corrected. “Now, undress and show me.”

‘Show you what?’ He might have asked. But what was the point? He knew what she wanted from him and she knew that he knew. How exactly? He wasn’t sure. Maybe he really was just that easy to read.

He slipped out of his clothes, feeling strangely exposed. They were, of course, far less exposed than they had been out in the forest. And yet, this was a town. There were others about. Others who could notice, see, hear and all those other things.

Heart fluttering, he climbed onto the bed. But he did not sit beside her. His cheeks flushed with mingled embarrassment and excitement as he went on all fours, arched his back and leaned forward, leaning on his forehead. He reached back and spread his cheek apart.

“Hmmm,” Tyalu mused with a chuckle. “Is this how human males typically try to attract a mate?”

Thomas flushed a little brighter. “No,” he admitted. “But perhaps that is how I attract a powerful kaldorei druid?”

He was startled slightly when one of her palms slapped his ass. “That assumption is reasonable,” she laughed softly, pleasantly.

He pulled his hands back and used them to steady himself instead as Tyalu turned and began groping him. It was peculiar. To be so exposed and to enjoy that. To be touched in ways he would have ordinarily wanted to touch a woman. To have this view out on the lake that surrounded the town while he was getting touched like that.

He moaned softly as he felt her strong finger grip and grope him and even pushed back against her. He felt simultaneously dirty and happy with how he acted. He tensed when he felt Tyalu’s soft lips grace one of his cheeks, then yipped softly when he felt her teeth. Then her palm slapped his ass once more, making a satisfying sound and leaving his cheek stinging.

Tyalu smacked her lips, then he felt the bed shift and he knew she had stood up. He was filled with anticipation. He didn’t look. He wanted to be surprised by the moment she took him again. And yet his anticipation dragged on and on until he could not help himself from sneaking a peak.

Tyalu stood a few steps away from the bed, leaning against the dresser and watching him. She had unclothed herself, presenting herself in all her fierce beauty. His eyes flicked up and down, between her amused expression, her exposed breasts and already erect rod. She had the cup in her hand and was taking a sip as he turned around fully.

“Come,” she said invitingly.

He didn’t complain about how she left him waiting. About how she had watched him present himself. He complied. He stood and walked to her. It hit home once again how much taller she was than he was. He could comfortably rest his head against her breasts. She reached out, her index finger pressing on his chin to tilt his face up. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his. He parted his lips for her and a trickle of sweet tasting liquor, mingled with her saliva passed into his mouth.

He felt utterly in her power. And he liked it. She reached around him, squeezed him, groped him. He pressed forward, feeling her hard cock poke his stomach. He reached around her, squeezing her firm, muscular ass. Tyalu pulled back and their lips parted. A small trickle of the liquor she had fed him trailed from his lips and from hers. His eyes followed the trickle as it reached her chin, flowed down her neck and past her breasts. He closed in and licked it up.

“Mhhhh,” Tyalu moaned softly as his lips and his teeth began to caress her breasts.

He tensed when he felt her reach around and insert a finger into him, but quickly found himself wanting more. He continued his ministrations and she inserted another finger. By the time he switched to her other breast, she had stuck three fingers into him and was slowly working them in and out of him.

He pulled back, feeling a little lightheaded. “I thought you didn’t much like lengthy stretching beforehand?” He wondered.

She chuckled and pressed her fingers deeper into him, forcing him to clench around her. “How could I not?” She asked. “When you are being so polite and submissive? You see, I quite enjoy making my partners feel good.”

“It feels good,” he said. It wasn’t quite like being mounted by her magnificent cock, but her fingers still made him feel good.

“But not as good as the real thing?” She guessed.

“No,” he admitted and found himself blushing again. Somehow, he felt as though he was getting drunk. That despite the fact he had barely had a mouthful of the strangely intoxicating liquor.

He leaned against her, enjoyed the way her arms wrapped around him, the way her cock poked into him. He felt good. Safe. Sound. Happy. And incredibly aroused.

“Please,” he said.

“Hmmm?” She hummed.

“Give it to me,” he said.

“Are you that much in heat?” She asked. It seemed a rhetorical question, for she immediately provided the answer. She breathed in deep through her nose. “Of course you are. I can smell your neediness, Thomas. I can sense your realization that the pleasures someone like me can give are far preferable for someone like you than the pleasures a human woman could hope to grant.”

“Yes,” he said. He felt the truth in her words. Felt increasingly consumed by a desire for her to use him again like she had in the forest. He didn’t even care anymore how exposed this room was. How easily his submission could be spied on. “Please,” he whispered.

Tyalu leaned down and her lips pressed against his forehead. “Very well,” she said. “But… I think we can stoke your anticipation just a little more, can’t we?”

He pulled back, confused at how he could possibly become even more in need of her. Already his body was constantly tensing and untensing. Her eyes were a promise and as she pushed past him, back towards the bed, his heart fluttered again.

“Lie down,” she instructed. “On your back.”

He did and, without having to be told so, he spread his legs. Tyalu climbed onto the bed after him. Her tongue snaked out between her lips, wetting them. She looked down on him and smirked.

He felt her slap her cock against his. Again and again and never taking her eyes off his. Somehow, even this made him feel more needy.

“Nature’s cock shows its supremacy,” Tyalu laughed.

“Yes,” he agreed for some reason.

She slapped it down one last time, and let it rest there. It felt hot and heavy against his own cock. Thomas knew he wasn’t small. But somehow, he felt like he was. He sighed happily when her hands reached down and grabbed both of their cocks, pressing them together and then rubbing them against each other.

He tore his eyes away from hers and looked down at what she was doing. He gulped. She really was big. Big and beautiful and powerful. His heart hammered and he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Slow, please,” he muttered.

“Why?” Tyalu asked nonchalantly and kept rubbing their cocks together.

He felt the heat well up hotter in him and his body tensed as it prepared to fling his load. Right on the edge, Tyalu’s hand halted its movements. Thomas quaked and shuddered as the impending orgasm was denied right at the cusp.

He looked up at her, feeling a strange sense of betrayal. The elf shrugged. “You asked me to go slow,” she smirked.

She released their cocks and slapped hers against his a few more times and then moved forward across his body. He felt the slickness of her leaking tip as her cock bounced up and down against his belly, against his chest, against his chin. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, but Tyalu did not pause there.

She continued forward, then turned around and sat squarely on his face. He could see up her back, the cascades of white hair and he tasted her on his tongue.

“Lick me!” Tyalu ordered.

He did. He licked all around her hole, then pressed the tip of his tongue against it. Tyalu moaned softly and began grinding herself against his face. Thomas stiffened his tongue further and by her pressing downwards and him forcing his tongue up, it slipped past her tight ring.

Thomas reached up and wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her harder down towards him as his tongue eagerly worked to please her. At the same time, he could feel the telltale movements and sounds that indicated her own hand at work on her cock.

“Good human,,” Tyalu praised breathlessly.

His breath was getting short and yet he paid it no heed. He was too focused on punching his tongue up into her, to tease those pleasant sounds from her mouth and to urge her more firmly to swivel her hips across his face.

“Mhhhhhh,” she moaned as she paused her movement, settling her weight fully on his face. “Mouth open!” She ordered as she suddenly rose, breaking his grip on her and turned around.

Her hand worked up and down her long shaft, the tip glistened wetly. Hungrily, Thomas opened his mouth and presented his tongue, eager for her to plunge it into his mouth. Instead, she kept rubbing it up and down until it came. Her seed came surging out in quick spurts, spraying onto his tongue and into his mouth.

Some of it sprayed onto his cheeks, his nose and even his eyes and he had to close them. Her taste filled him. It was more salty than the little bit of her pre he had tasted before. More… powerful, somehow.

Tyalu was breathing hard and he felt her slick tip lower itself and pressing against his tongue. He rolled his tongue all around it and felt it still pulse and throb as the last drops of her seed left her and entered his mouth.

Tyalu lowered her hips further, her cock sinking deeper into his mouth. Though she halted her descent before pressing into his throat and just left it there, sighing happily.

“You like my taste?” She asked.

He could not really answer. Not with his lips wrapped around that thick, tasty, beautiful cock. Instead he hummed his agreement. He had swallowed most of her cum, but some of it still lingered, as did the taste.

“Phew,” she finally said and raised herself up, slipping most of herself out of him and leaving only her tip stretching his lips. “That was a good start,” she said. “But don’t think I am done.”

He licked over her tip, letting her know he was certainly happy she was not done just yet. Her cock finally plopped free of his mouth and she ran a finger over his cheeks and his chin, then stuck it into his mouth, making him lick it clean.

Then she stood, hopped off the bed and walked over to the dresser to pour another cup of the liquor. She drained it quickly while he kept lying on the bed, merely turning on his side to keep watching her.

When she had drained the cup, she grabbed the bottle and took both back to the bed. She poured again and held the cup out to him. He accepted it carefully, taking a sniff. It smelled clean, strong and almost flowery.

“Cenarion Spirits,” Tyalu answered unprompted.

He took a sip. It was indeed strong and yet it did not taste harsh. It certainly tasted more strongly without being mixed with Tyalu’s saliva.

“Drain it,” Tyalu instructed.

He looked at her. Even a small mouthful had made him feel a little lightheaded. A full cup? He looked into her eyes, then he drained the cup, having to clear his throat after.

She smirked and took the cup from him. She filled it and then drained it again before setting the bottle and cup down on the ground beside the bed.

“It’s good,” he said, feeling it go to his head. “But strong.” Was his voice getting slurred?

“Yes,” she agreed. “Now… sit in my lap.”

He nodded eagerly and raised himself up. “Do you want me to face you or…?” He wondered.

“Away from me,” she instructed and as he stood, she stroked her cock. It was quickly growing back to hardness. He felt his ass clench involuntarily with anticipation of finally feeling her inside him again.

His back facing her, he lowered himself into her lap, letting her take care of aiming her spear towards its target. One of her hands gripped his hip, guiding him down while her other hand aimed her straight upwards at him.

He moaned when he felt it push against him and then slip inside him. It felt a little more rough than it had the day before. But the size, the way it spread him open, invaded him deeply... His eyes squeezed shut and he let out a moan that would have been embarrassing in any other circumstance. But now he only cared about how good Tyalu made him feel and letting her know how much he liked feeling her invading his insides.

Her hands clutched his stomach as gravity was now doing the bulk of the work, his own body’s weight impaling him further and further on her rigid meat. He felt her breath hotly in his neck and the back of his head. Then he felt her teeth on his ears.

“You know,” she whispered as she slowly began to rock her hips. Not enough to send his body flying up and down. But enough to make her cock move pleasantly inside him. “I have a bad habit,” she confessed as one of her hands gripped his still sensitive cock.

“What habit?” He asked. Twitching as she began to touch him.

She didn’t answer right away, grinding her hips left and right and up and down instead. Her tongue played with his ear. “I have this bad habit,” she repeated. “Like the lion, I am wont to become territorial.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, breathing hard as the fulfilling feeling of fullness, of blissful invasion and submission, strobed through his mind.

“I mean,” she said, biting his ear again as her breath washed hotly over it. “That I have made you my mate and have no intention of letting you go anytime soon.”

Her words, at once wonderful and threatening, made a shudder run across his spine. “Your mate?” He prompted. “Like a lover?”

“Hmmm,” she hummed, switching sides and biting his other ear as she continued to work her cock in and out of him. “I mean that I have a tendency to become very territorial, Thomas. It is only natural to be territorial of the partner you are mating with, is it not? Yet, you will not be able to birth my young for me. I cannot say how long this urge… this… ‘rut’… may last.”

“You mean you will keep me here?” He asked. The prospect excited him. And at the same time, it also frightened him a little.

“Here?” She chuckled. “Hardly. I am not made for towns and cities. A day or two is fine, but nature calls me, beckons my return.”

“You would force me?” He asked.

She halted her movements and though the words they exchanged were serious, Thomas could not help but lament the absence of her movement.

Tyalu clicked her tongue. Then her hands gripped his upper thighs and she lifted him up, letting him fall back down onto her rod, then repeated the motion.

“Do you want me to force you?” She asked, breath once again hot in his ear and her teeth returned. “Do you want me to hold you down as I force myself inside you? As I breed you? As I fill you with my seed? As I turn you into an insensate piece of meat good for nothing but receiving kaldorei cock?”

Her hips began to slam upwards on every one of his descents, their flesh slapping together lewdly. His moans were growing louder and he could barely speak. His head fell back to rest on her shoulder, lacking the strength to even hold itself upright.

Then, suddenly, there was a final slap and Tyalu stopped lifting him and slamming him back down upon her. His breathing was labored, the sudden lack of intense stimulation replaced with the simple feeling of that thick cock stretching him open.

“Well?” She asked, tongue licking along his neck.

“No,” he said.

“No?” She wondered, almost sounding surprised.

“I don’t want you to force me,” he said. “But…” He bit his lip.

“But…?” She prompted and he tensed when she bit his neck.

He swallowed. “I want you to do all those things to me,” he said. “So you aren’t forcing me.”

“Hah,” she laughed, a brief, delighted sound.

“I was planning on continuing my journey,” he elaborated.

“And where are you going?” She wondered.

He shrugged. “Ashenvale was the initial goal,” he said. “But there is much to see on this continent. And if I am not mistaken, you know much of it?”

“Are you asking if I am old or are you asking if I am well traveled?” She asked.

Thomas still had no earthly idea how old Tyalu might be. He knew that until not that long ago, night elves had been essentially ageless. She might well be very, very old. “I assume both,” he ventured. Surely, in a society where people could grow ancient, old age did not carry nearly the same negative connotation as it did for humans?

“You assume right,” Tyalu said and he jumped when he felt her cock flex deep inside him. “I am far, far, far older than you are, Thomas. Does that frighten you? Bother you?”

He shook his head. Perhaps he struggled to see how one far, far, far older than he was would be interested in him. But he didn’t really care. For all he knew, her enamourment started and ended with physical attraction. With the natural urge to breed. Even if their coupling was not exactly promising in terms of results.

“No,” he said. “I like it.”

And that was true. Somehow, the fact she was much older and more experienced than he was only underscored her strength and power and beauty and only made him want her more. Made him want her to want him.

“Because you are a submissive little human,” Tyalu said and again flexed her cock deep inside him. “And for the record. I enjoy that.”

His heart fluttered at the declaration. Had any man or human woman, for that matter, referred to him as a submissive little human, he would have been offended. Greatly even perhaps. Yet, when Tyalu said it, it made his heart race a little faster.

“Now,” she said and lifted him up so high that her cock flopped out of him with a pop. “If you are going to be such a good, submissive little human for me, I feel obliged to try just a little harder.”

She swung him around, back onto the bed. Somehow, her strength seemed startling even in spite of her impressive stature. Perhaps that too was a symptom of her druidic magic?

It was funny how, even in the midst of getting ravished, Thomas could not help but wonder about such things. Perhaps he was not entirely a failure of a mage.

Tyalu turned and regarded him hungrily. Her breasts rose and fell with each deep breath she took and as she crawled atop him, he could briefly see her long cock swaying back and forth entrancingly between her legs. Almost on instinct, he spread his.

“It feels natural, doesn’t it?” She asked, lying atop him, face so very close to his. “To spread your legs for me?”

“Yes,” he confirmed.

She stuck out her tongue, a dollop of her saliva sliding across it and he opened his mouth. He watched it slowly slide down until it dropped into his mouth. Tyalu smirked and breathed a kiss onto his cheek.

Then she reached down, lifting his ass up slightly as she repositioned herself. “Lift your legs higher,” she instructed.

As he did, she raised herself a little, grabbed his thighs and bent his legs up further. Then she rested her weight against them until his knees slowly bent down further towards his head. He felt himself clench and unclench as she reached back down and he felt the tip of her cock once more poking his hole.

“Close your eyes,” she commanded. “Focus only on the sensation of me mating you.”

His eyes squeezed closed just as she pressed forward. She leaned further over him, his knees now fully resting on either side of his head as she pulled back her hips and slammed herself back in.

Thomas moaned on the first thrust, whimpered on the fifth and, as she picked up speed and force, he was howling with overwhelmed pleasure by the time the twelfth thrust battered her rockhard meat deep inside him.

He had felt like her declaration of turning him into an insensate piece of meat good only for receiving cock had been a gross exaggeration. And yet, as her hips came crashing down on him, force amplified by their posture, it felt less like an exaggeration.

Tyalu’s body was taught as a drawn bow, muscles standing out clearly as she had him bent in half and mating him like an animal in heat. If his mind had been a little more coherent at that moment, he might have marveled at how, despite the force and fierceness of her movements, her cock never once even threatened to slip out of him.

Dumbly, he watched the veins in her neck stand out with the effort of turning him into even more of a cockdrunk, submissive little human. And, hard as it was to think while he was getting pounded like there was no tomorrow, he loved every second of it.

At some point, as Tyalu seemed intent to pound every thought not related to her dominance over him out of his head, he had sprayed his load over his own belly without noticing. He even thought there was a slight green-ish glow about the elf.

Then, fucked almost to insensateness, Thomas was startled to find himself suddenly empty of her big, thick cock. As disappointing as that was, his eyes fixed on Tyalu quickly standing up on the bed. His legs, no longer forced into bending upwards by Tyalu, uncurled and he laid straight, breathing hard, staring up at the goddess towering over him.

Her thighs bulged, her arms bulged, her abs stood out starkly. The veins and ligaments in her neck stood out and she herself stood slightly bent back. Most magnificently, her cock stood thick and long and meaty and hard and, most importantly, throbbing intensely.

As his faculties partly returned to him, Thomas knew what was coming. And, like some pagan worshipper at a holy fountain, he awaited his anointment.

Tyalu did not need to touch her cock. It continued to throb and gently bob with every beat of her heart and then the first dribbles of her cum came out, dripping down onto his own cock and balls. Then it jumped, spraying a thick spray of her essence over his belly and chest. The next spray flew even further, hitting his chest, his neck, his chin, his face and even the pillow and sheets he lay on.

It took eight thick spurts for her orgasm to die down, though smaller spurts continued until merely a small dribble continued to fall down onto his own cock.

Tyalu stood a little straighter, her muscle no longer bulging quite so much and she looked down at him. “Now I have truly marked you as mine,” she proclaimed as the last dribbles of cum fell onto his body. “My smell will show all who would seek to fuck you that you are solely mine to fuck.”

Thomas wondered if he might be in love. And Tyalu seemed to like the way he looked up at her. Covered in her cum, cockdrunk and in awe of her.

“Turn on your belly,” she directed. “I am far from done with you.”

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

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He felt sore to the core. And yet, being cuddled up to Tyalu made him forget all about that. The tall night elf’s body was firm and strong, yet her skin was soft, as were the breasts his face was held against.

For all her fierceness, endurance and sheer sexual power, Tyalu sure had a talent for making him feel nice in such a softer way as well.

“You don’t need to pretend to still be asleep to enjoy being held by me,” Tyalu said.

So she had noticed. He pulled back. Or rather, he tried. The hand that had held his face against her breasts didn’t move. In fact, it pressed him against her just a little tighter. Thomas had no complaint about that. He relaxed.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked.

“It is not the same as being out in the forest,” Tyalu said. “But I can’t complain. I have a pretty, submissive little human to warm the bed after all.”

He snorted. Why did it feel good to be called small and submissive? “I am sore to the core,” he said. “But I don’t mind.”

“You don’t?” She prompted and he thought he could hear the smirk in her voice.

“I can’t complain,” he said. “I have a tall, powerful night elf who fucked me for half the night.”

“Huh,” she chuckled. “Cheeky, aren’t you?”

“Perhaps,” he permitted, then he became more serious. “Are we really going? Or was that just… stirring the mood.”

“Stirring the mood?” She asked with a soft laugh. “I don’t believe I had to do anything to stir the mood. You were so desperate for my cock, you would have done anything already if it meant I gave you a good rutting.”

“That… isn’t entirely wrong,” he admitted and she laughed again. “So?” He prompted.

The hand still pressing him against her breasts began to stroke across his hair. “I was sincere, Thomas,” Tyalu then said. “I am territorial. But I will not force you into being my mate in a more lasting capacity.”

“And yet I plan to journey anyway,” he said. “I wouldn’t mind the company.”

“Nor would you mind lying beneath me as I act out my breeding urges?” Tyalu asked.

He felt the heat well up in his cheeks. But there really was no denying it. “I would love that,” he admitted.

“I know. But it’s important that you say it. To be true to such natural desires is a good thing.”

“So we will travel together?” He asked.

“Yes,” Tyalu agreed. “There is much I can show you. And, perhaps I will make you see the error of your ways.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed. She may have made him see the pleasures of submission to her, but he doubted making him see the wrongs of arcane magic would be quite so easy a task. But, if it meant she would… do the things she had done to him the last two days? Well, he was not opposed to letting her try.

“Well then,” Tyalu said. “Seeing as how we were directed to stay in Astranaar for a day or two… Would you like to stir the beast within so that I might once again soothe my raging need on your submissive little body?”

He swallowed. He really was sore to the core. And they had not even had breakfast. But then again…

His hand went out, traced over her firm stomach and travelled further down. Was it just his imagination, or did her skin grow hotter the closer his hand came to it? When his fingertips brushed it and he wrapped his fingers around it, he marveled once again at the sheer size and meaty weight of it.

“Yes,” he agreed as he gripped it a little more firmly and began to move his hand up and down. “That sounds good.”