The Greatest Disgrace – Balance
#6 of The Greatest Disgrace
Alannaria sat quietly at the edge of a wooden desk, admiring the various books tucked away into the shelves of a massive library. The lighting was dim, and the sound of rain and thunder could be heard outside the stone walls. A tall woman came strolling through a door behind the desk, a small book at her side.
"General Moonblade, this is a surprise. I thought you were in the frozen depths of Northrend? She asked with calm but gentle demeanor. "Lady Proudmoore, it is an honor. I have temporarily relieved myself of command to take care of some personal affairs," the confident Night Elf replied, shifting slightly in her chair. "Officer Roberts informs me that you are looking for any information regarding flights in an out of the swamps around Theramore?" Jaina Proudmoore asked, looking through a large stack of papers on her desk. She casually brushed away a strand of blond hair from her eyes, and then quickly snapped her fingers. A sudden rush of chilled wind blew through the room as a Water Elemental appeared beside the Library of books, grabbing one and bringing it to the powerful sorceress.
"That is correct my lady. I have come in hunt of an Orc Hunter who is likely operating under the authority of the Horde. I wanted to see if there were any signs that he had left this area," The general leaned in closer to the desk, admiring a small picture frame at its front, "He likely flew in only a few nights ago via wyvern, but I do not know how he intended to leave," she continued, returning her attention to Jaina.
"Alannaria, the word from the scouts is not something I would consider good. We have word that a neutral Goblin airship left the area recently. Based off of its course, we assume that it is headed for somewhere around Silvermoon City. Why are you tracking some lone Horde hunter anyway?" Jaina said, setting aside the book and papers. "Like I said mam, this is simply a personal investigation, unrelated to my duties to the Alliance," Alannaria stirred from her seat and began to head towards the exit, "Thank you for your assistance in these matters. I will be headed out on the earliest Transport to the Eastern Kingdoms".
"Alannaria, there is something you're not telling me. Why are you chasing this hunter?" The question stopped caused the Night Elf to stop in her tracks. "I think he has my daughter my lady, and I don't know what he's done to her," a single tear rolled down her purple cheek. "By the light, Alannaria, I am so sorry. Do not worry about Transport across the seas, I will send you to Lights Hope Chapel; from there you should be within a reasonable distance of the Goblin Airship. If he has not left the Swamp, you can be assured that any horde leaving this area will be stopped before returning to the Barrens."
"Thank you my Lady," The General replied quietly.
"You helped remove an incredibly dangerous dragon from my backyard Alannaria, this is the very least that I could do for you". With that, a large flash of light seemed to engulf the General quickly transporting her to the foot of a large chapel surrounded by countless Paladins and Warriors of the Lights. Alannaria thanked Elune that she might yet be able to catch up to her daughter's captor before running to a nearby dwarf. "I need a flight to the Ghostlands yesterday," she stated. The dwarf looked at the noble general with a confused glare. "I can't be sending no Griffins into the Ghostlands, that's enemy territory!"
"Let her take a Griffin Thorin. It is the least we could do for the General of the Frozen Waste," A very tall human male, a massive sword hanging from his back stood proudly at the foot of the chapel. "Highlord Fordring, our apologies," both Alannaria and the dwarf said in unison, kneeling before the man. "Rise; there is no need to apologize. Judging by the fact that you arrived via teleportation, I am going to assume your mission is of critical importance. Go now quickly General Moonblade and know that whatever you are here to do you have the full support of the Argent Crusade," The Highlord responded. "Thank you my Lord," the Night Elf said, bowing.
With that, the shaken dwarf quickly led her to several stabled Griffins. He quietly handed her a set of reigns before pointing at a very large Griffin at the end of the stables. "Good Luck than, please bring 'er back."
Alannaria nodded quietly, strolling to the rear of the stable. In minutes she was once again the air, and headed towards the heart of Blood Elf Territory, and hopefully her daughter.
Kaylai sat quietly on a large quilted bed, her stomach a bit queasy from the constant turning of the ship. Berbi had offered to let her sleep with her and Marin overnight in hopes that whatever had attacked her would not dare attack the group. Both Marin and Salvo were outside having a conversation over the nature of the attack and the best way to find the attacker; Berbi was sitting quietly under the covers in the bed next to Kaylai, reading a goblin medical journal. The goblin had a brush in her hand and was quietly stroking the fur along the purring feline's back.
"I don't know what to tell you dear, you're being led to one of the most heavily fortified Horde Cities this side of the planet. Marin and I have talked with Salvo, and he legitimately doesn't know what the Royal Apothecary Society wants with a druid like you. Even the Horde is uncomfortable with their activities," the Goblin said, slowly petting the tense druid.
"And what if I am pregnant? What if I give birth to some horrible abomination? What do I do?" Kaylai said, fear echoing in her voice.
"I don't know dear... I don't know."
"LANDING IN 5 MINUTES!" a voice shouted over the intercom.
Marin and Salvo quickly looked at each other before both heading towards the bridge. "I thought you told them not to land until we found out who attacked my druid Marin," Salvo demanded impatiently. "I did, I have no clue what this is about," Marin replied hurrying towards the bridge.
As they entered the Bridge, they saw a Blood Elf, adorned in Rich Red clothes, chatting casually with the pilot of the vessel. "Ah Salvo, I'm glad to see you could make it, I was just discussing with the pilot here what a terrible idea it would be to continue flying in circles looking for some pointless attacker, when you have gotten your cargo safely back home," he said with glee in his tone. "Warlord... how did you... never mind. I do not wish to release the druid until I am sure that it is safe from attack," Salvo's reply echoed with confusion. "There will be no need for that Blood Guard; we are safely in Horde controlled territory. Even if by chance there was some spy on board, we will surely catch them in the haven of Silvermoon city," the cold look on the Warlords face seemed to imply that there would be no arguing this decision.
"So, where is our prisoner at anyway? I would love to see the specimen that we are going to bringing to the Society, and I know they will be overjoyed when they hear that you have returned," the lanky blood elf quickly pushed his way past Salvo and Marin heading towards the inner sanctum of the ship. Salvo followed, while Marin remained to speak with the helmsman. Salvo quickly began briefing the red robed man about the situation thus far, informing him that he had indeed caught a female druid in the Stonetalon Mountains.
"What incredible luck Blood Guard, a feline formed druid just sitting out and about in the Stonetalon Mountains? This mission must have been blessed from the very beginning. I can't wait the chance to see her, and find out if she is of the quality we are seeking for this project!" The glee in the Warlord's voice was barely contained, with an almost sickening giddiness about the whole situation. Salvo replied that he had indeed found a druid of high quality for the project and he was sure that she would fit whatever the Apothecary Society was seeking.
The two continued down the corridor, discussing various updates from the Eastern Kingdom and Kalmidor. "I have some excellent news Salvo," The warlord said drinking a small goblet of wine, "It would seem that the Alliance forces have decided to pull that frigid bitch General Moonblade off of the front lines in Northrend! We could not have asked for a more fortuitous opportunity to retake lands to the north". "About that Sir," Salvo replied, a lump forming in his throat, "I have reason to believe the druid we are returning may in fact be related to that news..."
"In what way Blood Guard?" the Warlord asked with a sort of giddy laughter. "Well sir, I have reason to believe that the Druid we are transporting is the daughter of the Northern General," Salvo's eyes drifted, dropping to the wood on the deck below. "I'm sure it's of no concern Salvo. Besides, ever since they lost their immortality, our purple cousins have been breeding like rabbits. I'm sure she won't notice if one goes missing. Speaking of breeding...."
Salvo's dark green cheeks grew noticeably pinker. "You can be assured that the mission has been fulfilled as you requested," he said. "Oh that's not really a concern of the Society at this point, in fact I'm happy to let you know that there is going to be a change in plans!" the Warlord almost skipping daintily down the corridor, "It would seem the society believes they will have more success if we breed the Alliance druid with one of their own. Luckily they've had a Night Elf druid or two in captivity. As such, you will be happy to know that the Springpaw Lynx may be returned to the Ranger Captain, as his services will no longer be required".
"A shame really sir, I had grown to quite like that Lynx," Salvo said, brushing small bits of red fur off of his tunic, "But I am sure that the Ranger Captain would very much like her companion back". "Indeed," the Warlord said, the pair finally coming to Berbi and Marin's room. The tall blood elf knocked at the door of the room "Warlord Firehand here, may I come in?"
Some rustling was heard behind the door, and the knob quickly turned, revealing the small and ever irritable Berbi behind its frame. "Ms. Berbi I presume, do you mind if I come in?" Firehand said, pushing on the frame of the door, trying to edge his way in. "Until this blimp touches solid ground, it and everything aboard are under the direct control of myself and Marin, I suggest you sit your prim and proper ass down somewhere and enjoy the scenery. Until that time, no you may not come in!" With that Berbi slammed the door in the face of the Warlord.
Firehand turned slowly to Salvo who seemed all too shocked about the exchange. "Well Blood Guard, it would seem that your traveling companions are less than enthralled about returning your property. Perhaps you should just summon it back to you. Perhaps when it comes scratching at the door, that green bitch will think to let it out," the blood elf turned away from the door, a look of disgust crossing his face. Salvo simply shook his head, accompanying the Warlord to a small couch and table nearby one of the vessel's windows.
The Goblin Airship slowly sank beneath the clouds into the heavily forested area that served as the capital of the Blood Elves. The decent continued until the ship was next to a large tower that arose from the shining silver and white city at the center of the forest. The Blood Elf Warlord rose swiftly from his seat, brushing his long flowing robe before heading towards Berbi's chamber's once again. "Ms. Berbi, I suggest your return Mr. Salvo's property to him, we have very little time," his silken boots tapped on the floor beneath.
"Listen, whatever happens Kaylai, you have to remain strong. We can't help anymore; this is entirely a matter of Horde internal affairs. If we get involved, we compromise the neutrality which has kept the Goblins safe for so long". Berbi took the large feline and gave it a hug ruffling the fur in atop Kaylai's head. "Good luck," she said, slowly opening the door.
As Kaylai looked out and saw both Salvo and this new Blood Elf menace standing outside the door, her mind began to panic, realizing that her situation was about to get a lot worse. "Luna, COME!" Salvo commanded, turning towards the corridor. The Night Elf tried desperately to resist, trying to sink her claws into the fabric of the bed, but the hunter still had her feral form subdued. "NO! NO PLEASE MS. BERBI HELP!" Kaylai cried out, tears streaming down her face. "Oh my, please tell me you have a way of making the arrogant thing shut up?" The warlord said, an irritated look crossing his face. "Luna Hush, we don't have time for this," Salvo commanded, "Sorry Warlord, I had it quiet when we boarded the ship, and it wasn't all that vocal before that point". Kaylai quickly found that she was incapable of speech yet again, left only with the isolated thoughts and her mind. Her body worked against her, slowly stepping off of the bed to accompany the Orc and his Blood Elf master.
Kaylai could only watch out of the corner of her eye as Berbi turned her head away from the druid in shame; the goblin clearly crying as Kaylai was escorted away. As Salvo, Kaylai, and the Warlord made their way off the ship Marin stopped the group. "Salvo, before you go, keep safe brother. We're going to be making our way back to Stranglethorn Vale in the south. I think Berbi is going to need some time off after all of this. Catch me in the vale if you're down there in the next couple of weeks," Marin said, shaking Salvo's hand. Salvo simply nodded before looking down and realizing that Marin had handed him a massive scroll containing billing information. "Heh, same old Marin..." Salvo remarked before disembarking.
As Salvo, Kaylai, and the Blood Elf Warlord stood at the platform holding the ship to the tower, Kaylai could hear the rush of a small creature's footsteps. It was approaching swiftly from the darker areas within the tower. Her muscles tensed, ready to pounce on whatever was approaching. "FATHER!" a cry of joy rang out from the darkness. "KARG, MY SON!" Salvo cried out swiftly rushing into the darkness intercepting whatever was approaching. Kaylai watched in disbelief as Salvo picked up a young Orc boy and began to swing him around in his arms. "Where is your mother Karg?" Salvo said, a sense of desperation in his voice. "She is still back home Salvo," The Blood Elf Warlord quickly chipped in, "The Society felt it important that you realize until this project is complete that things remain the way they are".
"That's not fair," Salvo cried out, "I was told that if I completed this mission for the Society, both my Wife and my boy would be left alone". Salvo slowly put his young son on the ground, a look of anger boiling in his eyes. "Sometimes life simply isn't fair Blood Guard. The requirements for this mission conflict with your stated views of honor. We felt it necessary that motivation be in place to assure your loyalty. Currently, you are the only thing that keeps this druid from killing itself or attempting to kill one of us. We feel that role is necessary until the end of this project. This mission is of critical importance to the Horde, I do not intend to leave it to chance".
The Warlord gathered himself, leaning in next to the small Orc boy. "Besides, we have been nothing but accommodating to the young warrior haven't we Karg?" the blood elf slowly ruffling the young Orc's hair. "Yes Warlord Firehand," the young boy squeaked, saluting the much taller blood elf. "Loyalty to the Horde at such a young age, you really don't see that often enough," Firehand said, a noted mark of happiness in his voice. Salvo simply picked up his Son again, quickly throwing him over on his back. The young lad was fascinated with the view from such a height.
"And remember Salvo, if you do choose to abandon your loyalties, I would hate to think of the repercussions. Your son has such a bright future ahead of him, it would be tragic if something were to happen," The Warlord said, slowly making his way down a set of stairs. "Yes Warlord," Salvo replied disheartened.
As the pair made their way down the stairs, Salvo noted that Red was being led slowly down the stairs below by a young Blood Elf woman, who seemed to be stroking the Lynx's fur. He looked back at the hatchway leading towards Marin's airship, noting the vessel appeared to be departing. It slowly ascended back into the clouds.
"It's a shame really we have to eliminate them all, I did quite like that Marin fellow," the Warlord chuckled.
"WHAT?" Salvo screamed rushing back towards the docking point. He watched as several balls of fire erupted from the city below, striking the airship with precision. In a matter of seconds the vessel was ripped apart and an explosion filled the cloudless orange sky. "THAT WASN'T NECESSARY!" Salvo cried out in disgust. "Salvo, did you honestly think we could allow one of the most secret projects in the Horde to be compromised by some Goblins? Besides, look at it this way, that bill he handed you has been paid!" The Warlord's laughter filled the tower and echoed into its depths. Kaylai, who had stayed at Salvo's side the entire time, could only look into the sky with horror her mouth gaping at what had happened. She could not find her voice, only left with the silence of her mind to pray for Ms. Berbi and her crew.
"Marin..." Salvo said quietly. "Come on Salvo, we don't have time to dwindle, the Society is eager to meet our new specimen!" The Warlord piped from the stairwell, slowly continuing his decent. Salvo and Kaylai could only look into the sky with terror. "What happened daddy?" the young Orc cried from his father's shoulder. "Daddy has made a terrible mistake son... a terrible mistake."
The wreckage of the Airship slowly descended into the city below, only smoke and fire seemed to remain.
A dank dungeon is about the only way to describe the Society's headquarters in Silvermoon city. Water dripped from the ceiling, and vines crawled along its stone walls. The lighting was so low that even Kaylai could barely make out the area a 30 feet ahead of her. "It's creepy down here daddy," Karg cried, walking beside his father, and holding his hand. "Couldn't you have dropped him off at a Daycare Salvo?" Firehand inquired. "Seeing as you just had my best friend executed... no," Salvo replied with a sort of righteous indignation. Kaylai's mind was still too busy racing through the images of the explosion over and over again. Part of her knew that no one could have survived what happened, but she wanted to believe that everyone made it out alive; she needed to believe that everyone was still alive.
Each time the image would flash in her head, she would try to think of ways she could have changed things, how she could have saved them. She was so distracted, she barely even noticed that they had come to a large central chamber; a rather busy undead individual seemed to be working a table. "Ah Claudius, you'll be happy to know I brought you another specimen!" the Warlord cried out with pride, "One of our finest hunters tracked down a druid in the Stonetalon mountains and has brought it back to us".
The undead slowly rose from his work, putting away several various colored flask. He turned to the group, staring directly at Kaylai. He pulled a pair of goggles away from his head revealing that he was missing an eye. He approached Kaylai slowly pulling a small device from his pocket. "Still under the influence of the magrahheadran right?" the undead alchemist questioned. "The Mag-rah what?" Salvo asked with a strong sense of confusion. "The stone we gave you Salvo," the warlord chipped in, "Of course Claudius, we wouldn't bring some wild druid into your laboratory".
"Good, will need to verify that druid fits with project specifications," Claudius said, quickly kneeling before Kaylai. Kaylai wanted to back away, only to have Salvo command her to stay. The undead creature quickly began prying at her jaws, his bony hand running along her mouth, feeling at her teeth. "Good jaw line, strong canine teeth, very good," he mumbled. The invasive procedure continued, his hand running along her snout, pulling at whiskers along the way. "Good whisker length, healthy nasal cavity," he seemed to almost whisper. His cold hands than found their way to her ears, slowly pulling at some of the finer hairs, "Definitely Night Elf, ear length not present in many living wild species". His assessment continued, as he casually rolled his hands along the fur along her back and side, causing it to stand on end. "Steady girl," Salvo said trying to soothe the druid's frayed nerves. "Fur coat seems to indicate some amount of scarring from recent battle, hair quality indicates druid is unfamiliar with feral form," The critique was more insulting than even some of her worst instructors in Moonglade, not to mention the implications of such knowledge were problematic at best. The Undead's hand continued to wonder slowly rubbing at the soft fur along her belly. He stopped as his hand hovered over one of her teats, causing Kaylai to want to reflexively vomit. As his fingers squeezed at the teat, the levels of violation that ran through Kaylai's mind flooded even Salvo's thoughts. "I don't think it's going to be getting any more pleasant," Salvo said in a hushed tone.
Both the Warlord and Claudius looked at Salvo with confusion. The undead; however, quickly began to piece together what was happening. "Hunter bond must cause mental link between Night Elf and Orc, interesting". The distraction didn't keep the cold dead fingers from running along Kaylai's fur coat for long. She could only shake nervously as his hand made its way between her back legs, slowly snaking its way up to her swollen entrance. As he slowly began to stroke at her swollen vulva, Kaylai tried desperately to gain control over her claws, something, to strike this disgusting man down. "Calm down girl, the quicker he gets this over with, the quicker you get out of this situation," Salvo said, his foot tapping impatiently.
She felt as a finger penetrated her, snaking around in her insides. It took all of Salvo's concentration to keep her from launching into an assault. The finger continued its assault sinking slowly deeper into her. "Scarring inside vaginal canal indicates breeding with feline, relative tightness indicates young age and few sexual partners. In addition, presence of semen indicates that breeding was recent," Claudius said with a dull monotone. Kaylai could not remember a time that she felt so violated. Her body was shaking as the undead continued to rub his finger along the inner walls of her passage. "Still in estrus, excellent, need to introduce father soon," Claudius said with excitement.
The undead produced a small vial from his pockets, slowly pressing it against Kaylai's swollen flower. She felt as he slowly scraped fluid from her passage into the vial. The feeling made her beyond queasy, and she began to vomit on the ground below. Both Salvo and the Warlord backed away; Claudius simply explained "Happens with sapient females, causes emotional distress, is of no concern".
As he scrapped the last of the fluids into the waiting vial, he stepped away from Kaylai, putting the vial on a rack next to several others. Salvo quickly kneeled down, trying to hold Kaylai's shaking frame against him. "Salvo what the hell are you doing?" the warlord asked impatiently. "War prisoner or not, I don't find this treatment humane," Salvo replied, "I can follow your orders to the letter, it doesn't mean that I have to like them. It also doesn't mean that I can't do things to try and make up for our misdeeds here today". The Warlord simply shook his head in disgust.
Kaylai watched as Claudius slowly made his way towards a series of small metal cages in a corner of the room. Inside of the cages Kaylai could make out several humanoid figures, but the cage that the Scientist appeared to be approaching contained something much different. Kaylai watched as another Night Elf druid was dragged from the cage, no signs of life in its body. 'That's not possible! We don't die in our feral forms... we don't. Oh Elune, what happened!' Her mind cried out, trying desperately to find signs of life in the motionless corpse. Claudius simply threw the corpse on a pile of others that Kaylai had somehow failed to notice. The sight of it caused her to vomit again, leaving her throat rough.
"How many of these druids have you gone through?" Salvo said, a tone of terror ripping through his voice. "That was our 47th; it was our 3rd night Elf Specimen. Most are Worgen or Tauren, as they were the easiest to gain access to. Research into Night Elf Specimens has proved far more fruitful," Claudius said with a tone of pleasure in his voice.
"What's gonna happen to big kitty Daddy?" Karg asked. Salvo looked into his son's eyes "I don't know little one, I honestly don't know".
Kaylai watched as Claudius returned to the cages, this time grabbing a small leash from the table. He reached into the cage, wrapping the crude rope leash around a darkened shape in one of the cages. As he opened the door, Kaylai watched as another Night Elf druid slowly walked out. Even at a distance Kaylai could tell that he was suffering from injuries.
"We should return to the city Salvo, I am sure Claudius will let us know when he is done with the druid anyway". Salvo, still holding Kaylai in his arms, looked deep into her feline eyes. 'I don't know if you can hear me Night Elf, but know this, on my honor I intend to make sure you leave this city alive. If this is what is necessary to ensure a Horde Victory, than perhaps we don't need to win,' his mind was still angry over the loss of Marin.
Kaylai simply looked away, instead turning her focus to the limping Night Elf. She managed to make out the symbol on the side of his fur coat. It seemed that he was a druid of the claw. "Yes please leave, I find that specimens tend to breed easier if they are alone. An envoy will be sent when necessary data is collected," Claudius replied, grabbing a small clipboard in one hand and holding the rope leash in the other.
He beckoned for Kaylai to follow him and the leashed druid, much like when Salvo had given orders, Kaylai felt compelled to follow. Her tail drooped as she made her way behind the two, trying to get closer to her fellow Night Elf. As she approached, his scent and bigger frame tipped her off to the fact that he was in fact a male. Kaylai's mind quickly put together what the intended plan was, but she was hoping that she might get the chance to talk with a fellow Night Elf.
"Remember Khardona, every day you fail to mate with this one, we will another prisoner," the Warlord shouted as he was leaving. The Night Elf male looked back, a massive scar running down his left eye.
The group traveled for what seemed like hours, making their way through corridor after corridor until finally they came to a large enclosure, inside of which was a stone courtyard. Claudius opened up a small metal frame that blocked the entrance, shuffling the two druids inside. As soon as the two were in the enclosure, he quickly slammed the door shut again leaving the two alone in the damp, dim, and lonely room.
The Night Elf, who Kaylai assumed was named Khardona, trotted towards the corner. His fur coat was as white as a summer snow, and his feline form was bulky with muscles from years of fighting. Kaylai slowly walked behind him, following him to his spot in the corner. He simply leaned his for head against the stone walls of the enclosure and let loose a sigh. "Hello, I'm Kaylai..." she started to say, "I'm not going to do it again, not to another innocent girl. I don't care how many humans or dwarves have to die, I'm not going to rape you," he cut her off; his voice was rough and aged. "I... look," Kaylai tried to continue, saddened that this was where the conversation was going, "I have been kept at the side of an Orc for the last 4 days. Can we just talk?"
"Talk about what? Are we going to talk about Happier Days? Are we going to talk about freedom? Let me tell you how this works. Every month they drag in some innocent victim in from the battlefield, the subject them to horrible test, and then they leave them with me. They've turned what they know about me into a weapon against my own people. So I'm sorry if I don't feel like talking anymore, I don't feel like anything more than a feral beast,"
Kaylai's head hung low, she was hoping for a real comrade, an ally. The problem was that Khardona's spirit was broken. "Khardona that man said they're going to kill prisoners if the two of us don't, uh, well..." Her voice trailed off and her ears began to droop. "Yes that's how the game works. For every night the two of us don't ravage each other like feral beast, some foolish human meets a fatal end. I'm sorry if I don't feel compelled to care. I am tired of hurting my own; I'm not going to do it anymore. They can kill me if they want, but I'm not going to be turned into a monster... I'm already enough of one. Listen Kaylai, this is death. It's not a quick death, but a terrible slow one".
Kaylai was at a loss for words. She tried to reach a paw outwards to stroke the battle scarred Khardona, but he reflexively pulled away. "Please just go away; I don't want to get to know you. It just means that when they drag you away kicking and screaming it makes it all that much harder to watch. When they drain you of your life essence so that they can go find a new specimen it's more nights pondering what kind of beautiful person they've taken from the world. I've seen countless deaths; it has become too painful for each of them to have meaning".
"Khardona, please don't make me face this alone. They've made me do horrible things; they've made me commit crimes that can never be forgiven. My innocence was taken by some clumsy beast, made only to be a sexual release for him. If my fate is at worst to be with one of my own before I die than it's far better than what has happened in these last few days. I'm scared, and I'm alone. They've taken everything from me and I don't think I can keep myself from completely shattering much longer," tears streamed down face, running along her whiskers and snout. Khardona slowly turned around; he looked at the sobbing Kaylai, and noticed a few tears of his own. He brought his muzzle against hers, rubbing it along her face. "I'm sorry Kaylai... It's just after so long, you don't want to feel emotions any more. You just want them to end it," his tongue licking the tears from her face.
Kaylai couldn't help but notice the small pink object slowly poking from Khardona's sheath. She tried to avert her eyes, but both of them seemed to be aware. "I'm sorry," he said "I just... your scent is so strong. It is incredibly difficult to ignore," he turned away bashfully tucking his tail between his legs. "It's not your fault. Being in heat is so... strange. It's not a sensation I've ever really felt before," she replied, a blush nearly showing through her fur.
The two tried to look away from each other for several moments, quickly realizing that it was accomplishing very little. "Well this is awkward," Kaylai chuckled. "Isn't it though?" Khardona replied, his ears noticeably pinker. Kaylai slowly stepped forward, nuzzling against Khardona's muscled frame. As he turned to face her, she brought her muzzle to his, letting her tongue rub against the delicate fur on his chin. The two than began rubbing against each other. Kaylai's head ran against Khardona's flank; she nipped playfully at his tail.
The two brushed against each other for several minutes, each brush of fur causing both of them to becomes more excited and playful. Kaylai couldn't help but notice Khardona's erection glistening in the dim lighting, hanging below his belly. She licked her lips, tackling her new found playmate. As she pinned him against the ground, her muzzle slowly made its way along his body. Her tongue slowly worked its way down the sensitive fur of his belly. His body went rigid as he felt her take his member into her mouth, her tongue working around its jagged spines.
He could feel as her throat began to wrap around his length. She began to work her head back and forth, her tongue gliding against his glistening member. He reached his front paws up, using them to stroke at her ears, her pace picking up each time he stroked her head. He could feel his member reaching deeper and deeper into her throat, each time she bobbed her head bringing him closer to release.
Kaylai's head swirled in the ecstasy of it all, the feeling of finally being in control. She had him pinned beneath her, she could feel his member tingling each time she wrapped her mouth around it. She had him under her control, with no real concerns about being abused. She felt safe as her claws sank into the cobble flooring, feeling him slowly petting the fur between her ears.
It wasn't just some feral beast, it was another night elf. For the first time, she was willingly engaging in the act of mating. A single tear flowed down her cheek. "Kaylai!" Khardona asked in concern. Kaylai simply took one of the paws she was using to pin him down and stroked the hair along his head. He watched as her head went down again and again, swaying with the motion of her tail.
Then, he felt a sudden release; Kaylai held his rigid form in her mouth quickly swallowing his seed. He could only shake over the ecstasy of the situation. He watched as her tongue ran over his sensitive member eliciting a mix of pain and pleasure. As she removed her head, licking her mouth, Khardona flipped himself onto all fours, and padded behind the female druid. He gave her a loving nuzzle against her backside, pushing her towards the floor. Kaylai happily complied, rolling over on to her back.
He wasted no time, slowly making his way over her frame. "Are you sure you're ok with this?" he asked. Her response was to user her front paws to place his head against her chest. Khardona didn't need to be told twice, and he quickly got to work, using his front paws to knead at the fur along her belly, the sensation causing her tongue to roll out of her mouth. He used his muzzle and quickly began lapping at one of her teats. It was as if in a total bliss. She could feel his movements against her body, like an electrical strike with each pass of his tongue.
Her paws wrapped around his ears, scratching at them playfully. She watched as he worked on each of her teats, slowly massaging her chest. Her breathing became rapid and shallow as she closed her eyes. She felt as he made his way down between her hind legs, turning his attention to her needy entrance. The first lick surprised her enough to open her eyes, and look between her legs at the white feline who was carefully and lovingly licking her swollen flower. He took great care, with each deliberate stroke sending a rush of feeling through her body.
Her fluids seemed to make the already delicate fur around her entrance wet with anticipation. She could feel as her insides became more and more inviting. As his tongue slowly made its way inside of her, rubbing along the delicate insides of her passage, she could feel herself trying to squeeze at it. He was quick though, lapping up her fluids, running his tongue along her delicate inner walls.
Her tail twitched, and he could hear as she began to purr. The sound coming from the young feline grew louder and louder, soon to be met with purring from her partner.
As he continued his licking, Kaylai slowly rolled over, arching her back so that Khardona wouldn't have to lean in so far. It didn't take long for Khardona to get the message, and within moments, she felt as his weight was on top of her. She allowed her tail to hang out of the way as he positioned himself on top of her. She could feel his furry belly rubbing against the fur on his back, making her head swim with excitement. She felt as he slowly wrapped his front paws around her chest, and his mouth wrapped around the nape of her neck.
She knew any moment that it was coming. She felt as his back legs slowly pressed against hers, and waited with growing anticipation as his throbbing member approached her. She felt as it slowly made its way past her delicate flower, penetrating deliberately. She pushed herself back into it, causing Khardona to moan in ecstasy. The purring between the two became louder as he slowly began thrusting in and out of her, causing her to pant heavily.
Her mind was filled of the thought of Khardona, of living somewhere safe, deep in Night Elf territory. For the first time, she felt as if she was somewhere safe. Even in this vile dungeon, she felt safe. Khardona continued his assault, slowly picking up the pace, his velvet balls slapping against the fur just below her entrance. He was defiantly bigger than Red had been, and it showed. "Oh god, you're tight," he managed to squeak out. "And you're big," she said in-between panting. He quickened his pace further, while she pushed herself back towards him. With a deafening roar, she felt as he released her neck and streams of seed shot into her fertile womb. She milked him, trying to squeeze every last drop of seed from him. She could fill as his cum filled her insides, making her squirm in ecstasy.
The two collapsed on the floor next to each other, exhausted from the whole ordeal. Kaylai wrapped her paws around him, bringing him as close to her as possible. She fell asleep with him in her arms purring, happy.
~[To Be Continued]~