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“Stop right there,” Raevyn Silversong’s voice had a sharp, but humorous, tone to it as she stood in the doorway, blocking his way into the living room. A hand pressed against his chest for emphasis.
Gideon Blackburn, standing in the hallway, having just hung up his coat on the rack, looked at her bemused. “Wha- why?”
Her lingered briefly on his chest before it, with some hesitation, pulled away, then she smiled while pointing upwards. Still looking confused, the worgen’s violet eyes followed; hanging off the door frame, just above her head, was a spring of green leaves, with a cluster of red berries. As the copper coin dropped in his head, Gideon’s eyebrows arched in recognition.
He looked back at her, a hint of a smile on his muzzle. “Aha”, he simply remarked, a hint of amusement to his voice.
Raevyn’s amber eyes carried an amused twinkle to them as she looked at him, the mood echoed by the friendly, and slightly flirtatious, smile on her dark painted lips. The candles that lit up the hallway and the dining room bathed her light purple skin in a warm orange light. Her turquoise coloured hair flowed like a waterfall over the right side of head, down to her shoulders.
She folded her arms over her chest. But her smile took the edge off the implied seriousness she tried to convey. “You know the rules.”
The red knitted sweater dress she wore left her shoulders bare before it plunged downwards to reveal a decent amount of cleavage. The holiday themed design was garish, but Gideon thought that she wore it well. The dress showed off the former Sentinel turned martial artists’ athletic figure without overdoing it. Her long, muscular legs were clad in black tights, and the outfit was rounded off by a red silk choker and a pair of Winter Veil tree earrings.
Gideon chuckled, leaning closer to kiss her on the proffered cheek. The night elf was only a head shorter than him, the low heels she wore helped shorten that difference. He picked up the scent of the flowers woven into her hair, and faint traces of her perfume.
“Happy Winter Veil, Gideon,” Raevyn said warmly as he pulled away.
“Likewise Rae,” his Gilnean accented voice a low sounding rumble, a hint of weariness creeping into it as he spoke.
There was a flash of concern in her eyes. “Everything okay?”
He smiled faintly to assuage her. “Just a bit weary, that’s all. Had a busy couple of weeks. As it turns out, lots of people out there need help in finding the perfect Winter Veil gift.”
Not to mention finding gifts for all his friends at the same time, he silently added to himself.
Raevyn laughed, the sound soft and melodious. “Oh, you poor thing.”
Gideon shrugged. “The pay’s good, so I can’t complain. Well, not too much at least.”
He proceeded to give her an apologetic look as he continued. “And sorry for being late, I got held up in Ironforge for longer than expected.”
In his defence, no one had expected that the item he had recovered was cursed, and suddenly turning his employer into a chicken. Something which had then led to him, with all due haste, tracking down a mage, and then the necessary components, to undo the curse. Lady Luck had thankfully been merciful to him, for once, and those spell components had turned out to be readily available in the city itself. In the end it had turned out that it had all been an elaborate prank by the original owner, and it was all a part of a holiday tradition between the two of them. He mentally filed it as being ‘a mage thing’, and left it at that. The bonus to his payment, for his quick actions, had been unexpected, but appreciated nonetheless. But all of that was a story he could tell later during dinner.
“Well that would explain why you felt so warm, not to mention smelling faintly of smoke,” she remarked with another smile. “But, apology accepted.”
He raised a questioning eyebrow. “So may I pass? Before Branford manages to eat everything.”
“S’not my fault that everything on the table looks delicious,” said a booming male voice behind Raevyn.
The comment elicited laughter from them and other guests, the Kul Tiran’s joy for food was a well known fact amongst them. Raevyn made a show of thinking it over.
She tapped a finger against her cheek. “That depends…” she began, “Did you bring something for the table?”
Gideon nodded. “Of course.”
He picked up the large messenger bag off the floor, the clink of glassware audible from inside. “I stopped by my place to grab some bottles of Gilnean beer, and some wine too.”
“Besides,” he went on, a hint of a smile on his face, “I figured Zoe and Khara would bring more than enough dwarven beer for everyone.”
His comment elicited more laughter from her, revealing just how close to the mark he was. Looking over her shoulder he saw the Dark Iron and Bronzebeard dwarves sitting by the dinner table, already well into their drinking.
As he opened the flap on the bag he continued. “But seeing since I was in Ironforge I grabbed some other things as well, some bread, sausages and smoked meat. Everything is about as fresh as it gets.”
Raevyn made another brief show of looking over his offerings, studying the labels on the wine bottles in particular. Gideon hoped they were good enough. When it came to the finer details about wine he admitted not knowing much about it, nor was he much of a wine drinker either. But the bottles had been part of a payment for a job a while back, as a bonus. The gracious giver had insisted they were of a fine vintage, and he had no way of disputing that statement. However, since then they had simply gathered dust on a shelf.
“Oh, you even brought gifts” her eyes lit up again as she saw the wrapped packages. “Anything for me?”
“Maybe,” he replied with a mysterious smile. He had in fact brought something for her, and the others as well. Nothing grand, but something he figured they would all like.
She giggled before stepping aside with an exaggerated flourish. “Welcome to the party Gideon.”
He chuckled, leaning in to give her another quick peck on the cheek as he passed. “Thanks Rae.”
As he greeted the others he didn’t notice the way her cheeks turned a shade darker.
Branford had been right, the food had looked — and had been — delicious. Gideon tried to suppress a yawn, but failed. He had definitely eaten, and drunk, a bit too much, and sensed the encroaching food coma. But the buzz from all the beers he had drunk, Gilnean, Kul Tiran, Stormwind and dwarven alike, kept him going.
The house was quiet, the party having ended a while back and everyone heading back home. Or, in Zoe and Khara’s case, continuing their drinking elsewhere. They had even invited him to tag along with them. He had turned them down, instead choosing to stay behind to help Raevyn clean up, it had been the least he could do for arriving late. He wasn’t completely sure they hadn’t had something else in mind, going by their briefly disappointed expressions before they left.
Outside the window night had fallen on Bel’ameth, or as much night as seemed possible. Darkness never truly fell on the city, unlike Stormwind, everything was bathed in a perpetual twilight gloom. But judging by the darkness outside he figured the time must’ve been close to midnight. Also, it never seemed to snow here.
As he stepped through a doorway he reflexively glanced upwards, fully expecting to see a mistletoe hanging above him, and Raevyn waiting around the corner. He had lost count of the times he had been ambushed by her, or one of the other girls, wanting a kiss. Or to kiss him. Twice he had to wash off lipstick marks from his face to avoid the humoured looks from the others. He hadn’t been the only one having to pay the toll to pass through one of the doorways, but he had felt remarkably popular. The only one who seemed to have gotten kissed under one more than him had been Asarina, and they had all been the courtesy of her wife.
Gideon yawned again. With all the cleaning done he figured it was high time for him to make himself scarce and head back home. The notion of sleeping through most of the day, without anything to worry about, was incredibly appealing. But before that he wanted to at least say goodbye to Raevyn.
“Rae?” he called out, breaking the stillness.
Her reply came from the living room. “Over here, Gideon.”
“With all the cleaning’s done I think I’ll—” as he stepped into the living room his next words died on his tongue.
He found her by the fireplace, lounging in the large armchair, facing him. The living room was dark, the fireplace — and the lights strung up in the Winter Veil tree standing behind the chair — were the only sources of light. The popping and crackling fire bathed her body in a soft orange glow. She wore her choker, and a naughty smile on her lips. Like most night elves her figure was slim and athletic. But she had been graced with a pair of well-rounded hips that led down to supple thighs and long muscular legs. Legs he had seen her put to good use in sparring matches in the past. Her breasts were modest, fitting her slim frame, each capped with a protruding, stubby nipple.
The mischievous, dirty spark in her eyes echoed her smile. As her eyes roamed over his body, taking in his slightly dishevelled appearance, she nibbled on her lower lip. She clearly took some pleasure in the dumbstruck expression on his face as he stood in the doorway. Her legs were spread, exposing herself fully to him. Held in one hand, hanging just above her crotch, was a mistletoe.
“Well Gideon,” Raevyn said with a husky purr, that naughty smile never leaving her lips, “You know the rules.”
Silence reigned for the span of a few heartbeats, the only sound being noises from the fire as they shared a look between each other.
Gideon chuckled, the sound like a dark rumble from deep within his chest, causing her to tremble. “I think I do now.”
He stepped into the living room, feeling emboldened by the alcohol still running through him. His footsteps were silent on the uncarpeted wooden floor, in the dim light his approach made him look like an approaching predator, the outline of his body blurring into the darkness. His eyes seemed to glow as they reflected the light, an almost hungry, predatory look to them. She followed his every move as he approached, the flush on her cheeks becoming more prominent the close he came. The flush started to spread elsewhere on her body as her arousal grew stronger. He could hear her breath quickening, breasts heaving up and down as his towering shape filled her vision. The closer he came, the more he could pick up the scent of her arousal in the air. He saw her lick her lips as her eyes drank him in. He realised he was beginning to salivate heavily and swallowed. Inside of him, the beast began to stir, and he fought to reign it in.
Slowly, he sank down on his knees before her. The look on Raevyn’s face was one of expectation and eagerness. Gideon silently thanked the soft carpeting on the floor for sparing his knees for what was to come.
A tuft of turquoise hair, trimmed into a narrow triangle, decorated her mound.
He gave her a humoured look. “Very subtle.”
She said nothing, simply adjusting herself slightly in her seat to give him better access, spreading her legs wider. An idle hand doing slow circles on her shoulder with a finger as she waited. Her lower lips were dark purple in color and misted wet with arousal. The labia slightly part to reveal the pink flesh behind them.
A tremble ran through her as he leaned in closer, Raevyn cooing softly as his hot breath washed over her sex. The smell of her growing arousal flamed his own desires, and he could feel himself growing hard. She shuddered as he planted a kiss on the side of her knee, slowly working his mouth up her leg. Each kiss punctuated by a gentle scrape of his teeth against her skin, or a gentle suck that brought goosebumps to her skin. While his lips wandered closer, his arms wrapped around her thighs. Raevyn mewling as claws scraped gently over her skin, squirming and trembling as his lips continued trekking up the insides of her legs.
She draped her legs over his shoulder, only his own grip around her thighs preventing them from being clasped around his head. It was a position, he thought with a hint of amusement, that some people would’ve found very enviable. As he continued to slowly trail kisses up her legs, alternating every so often, he made sure to bathe her sex with his hot and heavy breath during every switch.
“Gideon,” Raevyn moaned, eyes closed as she leaned back in her seat, “Stop being such a damn tease.”
With its purpose served, the mistletoe had disappeared to parts unknown, her fingers lazily trailing up and over her breasts.
He chuckled. “Can’t fault me for showing some appreciation,” he emphasised his point by planting another kiss on her inner thigh, “Especially to spires like these.”
Her giggle was breathy and soft, a mirthful spark in her eyes as she looked at him. “Never took you for a leg man.”
He gave her a smile, his canine ears flicking upwards. “Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves, but who wouldn’t appreciate legs that can split open a bag with a single kick.”
Raevyn let out a pained groan. “Oh Elune, don’t remind me of that,” She buried her face in her hands as she continued, sounding exasperated, “There was so much sand, and it was everywhere too!”
“Still,” he interjected, “Very impressive.”
He gave her thigh another kiss. “But allow me to kiss and make up then.”
Raevyn laughed as she ran a hand through his dark mane, briefly scratching him behind an ear. “How nice of you.”
His response was another kiss, canines scraping against her skin and making her tremble as she settled back down in her seat.
His slow, lackadaisical kisses wandered closer towards her crotch and his first light kiss near her sex was announced with a mewling from the night elf. His lips delivered a steady barrage of light kisses on the outside of her core. Soft flesh meeting soft flesh, and Raevyn gasping whenever his cold nose brushed against her warm skin. When his broad, canine tongue slid over her slit, the expected, and yet unexpected, touch caused her flinch. A loud gasp slipped from her as he teased her clit at the same time. She tasted of a mix of sweat and arousal, with her juices having a slight tartness to it, as if he was chewing on pine needles.
Licking his lips he dove back in, mouth exploring deeper and deeper. His questing tongue seeking out more of her taste, each broad, heavy lick finding more of that intoxicating flavour. Dragging it along her wet slit, his tongue parting her folds and making her hips wiggle against him. The beast inside of him growled hungrily, and between his legs his member strained against the confines of his pants. With broad strokes he began lapping at her slit, like a dog with water. The flat of the tongue starting low and moving heavily over everything, spreading her and tasting her wetness. No longer was he teasing her with little rapid flicks, but with firm contact. Raevyn mewled and whimpered as his tongue rubbed over every fold, hollow and crevice. The night elf trembling, squirming and bucking into his snout. Everything was wet and slipper between her legs, and his tongue was long and eager. Whenever it managed to find her clit she gasped loudly, her hips pressing into his face as her body tensed up, then she collapsed back into her chair. He treated the sensitive nub with slow, sensual licks that made her purr like a cat.
The air was filled with the sounds of wet slurping, alongside a choir of pleasurable noise. Raevyn had been reduced to a moaning, quivering pile on the chair, one of her hands idly squeezing one of her breasts, while the other ran through his mane. Gideon’s tongue busy against her folds, delivering the occasional flick to her clit to keep her on her toes. The night elf face had a blissful look on it, eyes closed and lips parted slightly. When he tugged gently at her labia with his canines she inhaled sharply, body tensing up by reflex. But all the tension drained out her toes with a long, drawn-out moan, as his tongue began working her slit again. A slow gyrating motion had come to her hips, the night elf egging him towards greater and greater amounts of effort, silently begging him with her whole body to give her more.
Taking the obvious hint, he changed his angle of attack. His arms, holding onto her thighs, let go and letting them dangle over his broad shoulders. One of his hands made its way down to her slit and gingerly brushed against her labia. Raevyn gasped as his claws lightly dragged against the sensitive area. With care he spread her lower lips open with a pair of fingers, her pink centre practically gushing with arousal. He lashed at her core with his tongue, savouring the taste of her juices. The sudden rapid licks set her off, Gideon feeling her fingers clutching and dragging through his shaggy mane. Gentle, but insistent, tugs urging him onwards. She wasn’t trying to pull him closer towards her, but the closer she hovered near the precipice, the more insistent she was becoming.
His other hand was calling into action, it travelling downwards over her taut stomach, the worgen feeling the muscles underneath as she panted heavily. Slowly, he walked his fingers over her body, Raevyn moaning as she felt his claws prick at her like needle points. He dragged a pair of fingers through her pubic hair, before they arrived at their destination to start massaging the top of her mound. The motion is a soft pushing of skin, allowing her to get used to the sensation. But as the fingers reached the top of her slit, they gently peeled back the fleshy hood, fully exposing the little nub of pleasure to the open air.
A tremble ran through when his tongue pushed inside of her passage, her hips squirming as she pushed them against his snout. His soft tongue plunged deeply inside of her to taste her. When he broke away, his muzzle glistened wetly with her juices. Raevyn’s long ears drooped as she leant back against the chair, her eyes were closed and her breathing was shallow but steady. He took a moment to exhale a gust of hot breath over the exposed clit, feeling her shiver and let out a soft mewl. Applying light pressure, he licked it with one broad stroke.
Her reaction was instant as her eyes shot open. “Yes!” she hissed between clenched teeth as her hips bucked. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
The grip on his mane tightened, the night elf pressing her sex against his muzzle. Taking the hint for what it was, he attacked her clit more forcefully, rapidly running his tongue over the sensitive nub. The flat of his tongue dragged over her folds as he resumed feasting on her slit, before ending with a flourishing flick of her clit. Her juices flooded his taste buds, the taste driving him on as he lapped at her sex like an insatiable beast. The night elf’s hips writhed and gyrated against his muzzle, to the point that he found it hard to maintain his onslaught on her clit with how much it moved. Long strings of moans, gasps and whimpers flowed from her lips as his tongue played havoc on her slit.
Then, as if his oral assault reached its peak, things happened quickly. The unrelenting tongue, the constant stimulation, and the foreplay, finally sent her over the edge.
Raevyn announced her climax with an audible gasp as her eyes clamped shut.
“Oh Elune yes! I’m cumming!”
Her mouth formed into a o as she pushed against the backrest, her back arching and pushing out her breasts. Her thighs clamped around his head, encasing him in a warm darkness and pushed him closer to her. Her fingers clutched and clawed at his fur as her body twitched and bucked. One of her heels thumped rapidly against his back. He kept his mouth busy for as long as he could, trying to prolong the sensation she was feeling, lapping the juices gushing from her sex as her hips bucked against him. Whenever his tongue managed to push inside he could feel her walls contract around it. But the pressure of her muscular thighs soon became too much for even him to do anything, beyond trying to avoid getting choked out.
Then, as the peak of her climax subsided, the tension ran out of her like a waterfall. Raevyn sagging back into the chair again as her limbs turned limp as a wet Pandarian noodle. Her legs released their grip around his head as they slid off his shoulders. With one last kiss against her folds, eliciting a soft whimper from her, he pulled back. He wiped his muzzle with the back of his hand, her taste lingering in his mouth.
There was a goofy, blissed out expression on her face as she was half-sprawled on the chair, loose strands of hair sticking to her glistening skin. Her shallow, rapid breathing slowly began to stabilise. A dull ache had settled in his jaw, his tongue feeling woolen. His swollen member pressed against the confines of his pants, forcing him to shift his legs. He threw another log into the dying fire, the warmth beginning to chase away the chill creeping in from the corners. On the chair, Raevyn began to stir back into life.
“Tyrande’s tits,” she said, still half out of it and her voice slightly slurred, “So you do know how to use that big tongue of yours for more than just talking.”
The remark elicited laughter from him. The night elf sat up with a groan, stretching herself in a very catlike manner. She made a bigger show of it when she caught him staring.
“I should—” he began, but Raevyn cut him off by grabbing him by the shirt collar and pulling him in for an intense kiss, her tongue exploring the inside of his mouth.
There was a naughty smile on her lips when they pulled apart, her eyes sparkling with mischievous energy. One of her eyebrows rose as she spoke, a purr to her voice.
“You should what?”
He blinked once, looking dumbstruck. His brain taking a moment to get its wits back, the fact she was scratching him underneath his chin and behind an ear didn’t help him much.
“Return the favour,” he simply replied.
His return kiss pushed her back into the chair, his tongue licking hungrily at her lips and teeth. Raevyn moaned into him, and once the initial surprise settled, she responded. Her hands roamed over his shirt clad chest. When he pushed his tongue into her mouth, licking at the roof, she moaned even deeper. Their tongues wrestled, as much as they were capable of all things considered, before they broke away. Both breathing heavily, it was Gideon who seized the initiative by dragging his tongue slowly over her cheek, the night elf tasting a mix of sweat, soap and forest. When his cold, moist nose nuzzled against her ear she gasped sharply. As he let loose tiny puffs of air as she sniffed her, goosebumps rippled over her arms and legs, Raevyn moaning softly. Her scent was a multilayered thing of flowers, perfume, forest, food, smoke and arousal. Gideon felt the beast inside of him growling again, the thing clearly hungry in more ways than one. Pushing those darker sensations aside, his mouth began to wander, Raevyn letting out a loud squeal, trembling slightly underneath him, as he dragged his canines over the nape of her neck. With kisses and nibbles he showered her upper body with adoration, his large bulk leaving her unable to do anything than to moan and squirm in her seat. Her hands busied themselves with roaming over his chest and back.
Feeling warm, he sat back on his haunches. Raevyn purred with delight as he pulled his shirt over his head, discarding it to the side. His bare chest was broad and muscular, covered by a coat of light grey fur that contrasted with the black elsewhere.
He closed in on her again, giving her another wet lick on her cheek before he began trailing kisses down her chest. Bringing his muzzle towards her breasts, he lapped at them, feeling the heaviness of their weight. Raevyn mewling softly when his tongue circled around her nipples, gasping sharply when he lightly traced them with his fangs. Her sounds of pleasure rose in volume and pitch when he tugged gently at a nipple with his teeth. One of his hands playing with the other, fingers slowly circling the areola, or sometimes, tugging and flicking at it. He continued for a while, swapping sides at random, and leaving her panting and moaning.
Satisfied with his work, her nipples standing out on her heaving chests like miniature guard towers, his mouth continued moving downwards over her taut stomach. Gideon felt the muscles move underneath the skin as she panted for breath. But he stopped short of going down on her for a second time, and instead reversed his course and trailed his kisses upwards. But with the flat of a thumb idli teased her erect clit, soft mewls and moans flowing from her lips.
“I feel the need to ask,” he said while kissing her softly on her neck and shoulders, his voice a low rumble. “Should we continue this here, or move to your bedroom?”
She giggled briefly. “Always the gentleman.”
“Well, not always,” he replied wryly, and — as if to emphasize his point —dragged his canines over her shoulder, causing her to inhale sharply.
She gave him a playful slap on the top of his head. “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
“Where that is doesn’t matter,” she continued. “After that lovely bit of tongue work you did I’d let you fuck me on the Terrance of the Moon if you had asked.”
He laughed. “I’ll remember that for another time then.”
He pulled away from her, smiling. “But it wouldn’t be the first time something like that has happened,” he quickly remarked.
Raevyn let out a surprised gasp as she looked at him. “Gideon!”
The worgen shrugged. “Well, to be fair, it was in the Cathedral of Light that time, and technically it was in a side room, not the main hall. Not that it made things less risky.”
One of Raevyn’s eyebrows arched upwards as she regarded him, smiling curiously “Oh?”
“She was the shy and quiet type, until she got worked up. Let’s just leave it at that.”
Raevyn’s laughter was warm and soft. “My, my, my,” she remarked after calming down, “You’re certainly full of surprises.”
With a hand on his head she firmly guided his mouth back down to her breasts. “Now get back at it.”
“Yes ma’am,” he replied, his voice slightly muffled.
A flick of his tongue against a nipple set off a drawn out moan, further moans eliciting from her as he dragged claws over her stomach, dark marks left in their wake. Her whole body bucked as a finger teased her clit. A ragged moan slipping from her lips as he toyed with all of her sensitive areas as the finale; teeth rasping against her neck and ears, fingers playing with her clit or with her nipples.
Leaving her panting from the teasing onslaught he pulled away, standing on his knees before her. Raevyn eyeing his crotch and the very obvious bulge on his pants.
“Care to do the honours?” he asked with a grin.
She nibbled her lower lip briefly, a hand doing slow circles on her shoulder as she just looked for a few moments.
“Mmm,” she moaned breathily, “Don’t mind if I do.”
Slender, calloused fingers undid the belt clasp with a jingle of metal. Raevyn gasped when her fingers brushed over the bulge, and the monster lurking underneath, Gideon groaning from the sudden touch. The buttons threatened to come undone by themselves as her trembling fingers worked them, as if the thing yearned to be free. With the shackles undone, he yanked down his pants and underwear in one swift motion. Raevyn gasped loudly as she stared wide-eyed as his member sprung free.
It was coloured a vivid shade of crimson, a lightning pattern of thin dark veins running up its length up to the tapered, spade shaped head. A thick, and steadily swelling, knot located right above the base. Its root hidden underneath a tuft of thick dark fur, something akin to pubic hair. Underneath the prominent shaft hung a pair of hairless, leathery skinned testicles of modest size. The member possessed a respectable size to it, as thick as the night elf’s closed fist and possessing a shallow curve to it, like a sausage. Even in its half-erect state it was about the length of her forearm.
Raevyn whimpered weakly when the shaft came to rest against her mound, she watched enraptured as it continued to appear to swell in her presence. When he felt her pubic hair tickle the underside of his sensitive shaft Gideon groaned, his hips twitching involuntarily. The worgen loomed over the night elf, his hands on the armrests as he leaned in close to kiss her. Raevyn moaned as his tongue pushed inside her mouth to play with hers briefly, even if the action was perhaps a bit one sided. When he pulled away, a brief string of saliva connected them before it tore itself apart.
She glanced down between her legs, to the thing that throbbed against her mound, and shuddered. Then she gave him a bashful nod, signalling that she was ready. The anticipation, not to mention the desire, was obvious on her face. As he pulled back his hips, her eyes darted downwards, not wanting to miss one second of what was to happen. They gasped from the intimate touch, the hair tickling the shaft and its heavy presence on her body. Gideon repositioned, a hand guiding the shaft towards her glistening wet slit.
They shared a long moan as the tapered tip brushed against her lower lips. Raevyn followed it up with a sharp gasp as he dragged the head up and down her sex briefly, then she let out a long sibilant hiss as the head parted her lower lip and pushed inside. A growl coming from inside Gideon’s chest as he felt the velvety friction of her insides wrap around his shaft, her walls gripping around the shaft. The beast inside of him urged him on, wanting him to claim her roughly and ruthlessly. With a snarl he pushed the feelings aside, this was neither the time, nor place for a ferocious rutting like that. As he slowly pushed the shaft inside of her, she let out a staccato of whimpers and moans, her face scrunched up in delight.
His hips began to move, setting a slow pace to let her get used to his size. As the shaft sank deeper and deeper into her velvet passage she moaned and whimpered, her legs wrapping around his midriff as she silently encouraged him. Slowly he increased the pace of his motions, Raevyn’s eyes alternating between lustfully looking into his, or eyeing their steadily more intimate connection. Her moans rose in volume as he gently rubbed her clit with a finger, her hips bucking in response. The night elf writhed on the chair from the two pronged assault on her sex, rough, calloused fingers rubbing her clit as his girthy member slowly slid back and forth. Each of his steady thrusts pushing the shaft deeper inside her snug passage. Clawed fingers dragged over her mound and through her pubic hair. Underneath her the chair rocked gently as he drove forwards, her juices coating the shaft as a white frothy film. He could feel her shudder whenever the top of her knot pressed up against her opening for a brief few moments before pulling back. She threw her head back and moaned loudly as the shaft brushed by one of her sensitive spots, or all of them at the same time judging by her reaction. When he felt her passage contract around his shaft he grunted, putting some more force into his thrusts to push deeper into the snug passage.
As he kept up that steady, ceaseless rhythm, he pushed her legs up against her body. Raevyn squealing loudly when he dragged his tongue up the inside of one of them. Still trying to ignore those swelling bestial urges within him, instead taking great enjoyment in maximising her pleasure. Sometimes, he’d increase the pace of his thrusts, briefly dipping into the darker side and make her mewl as he almost fucked her into the seat, but then he would just as suddenly slow down again. His fingers would play with her clit, causing her whole body to quiver and writhe underneath him. But for the most part his thrusts weren’t frantic, nor forceful, but instead they were relentless. A steady back and forth motion that teased all of her sensitive spots with each motion. He moved like a wolf pursuing his prey over an open steppe, steadfast and tenaciously. Never giving her a chance to relax. A litany of moans, gasps and whimpers flowed from Raevyn’s parted lips, between those were breathy encouragement spoken in both Common and Darnassian. Her hands cupped her gently swaying breasts, teasing her nipples between her fingers. Whenever her eyes were open they flitted between him, or down between her legs. Gideon own noises were subdued; a mix of groans and grunts, especially whenever her velvet walls gripped around his shaft.
Raevyn moaned when he hilted inside of her, the top of the knot spreading her lips as he threatened to push inside. The only thing necessary was a simple push with his hips and they would be together carnally. But instead he simply lingered there, feeling as her body quivered, her hips bucking as he played with her clit with a thumb.
“Ah fuck,” she moaned, “What did I say about being such a tease?”
He made a noise, something that sounded like a mix between a chuckle and a growl that made her shiver. “Never heard you say stop.”
He pulled back his hips, Raevyn moaning and gasping as his slow pace set off every sensitive spot simultaneously. She let out a disappointed noise when it pulled out, the shaft slick with her juices. Her eyes followed its every motion as it wobbled in the air. He teased her slit with the tip once more, rubbing the head against her lips and causing her to quiver. A moan bubbling up from her throat when he with a thrust of his hips penetrated her again, the shaft sinking deep inside of her slick passage, her toes curling briefly in response. He resumed that steady rhythm from before, the night elfs body rocking back and forth on the chair, a hand squeezing a breast. She squealed loudly when he played with the nipple. The hand slid upwards, over her collarbone to cup her chin. She shuddered as his claws scratched gently on her throat.
When he wrapped his hand around her throat, she moaned, the look in her eyes was lusty, as if she encouraged him on. So he obliged her. A tremble ran through her whole body as he applied gentle, but firm pressure to his grip. Goosebumps rippled over her skin as his claws pressed against her skin, not enough to draw blood, but enough for her to feel them. He kept up the same steady motions with his hips, that same relentless rhythm. He could feel her quickened pulse underneath his fingers, her chest heaving up and down as she breathed hard and fast. Whenever their pelvises made contact she moaned and whimpered, her hips moving to meet his motions. The beast inside of him growled, the noise a mixture of pleasure over her apparent weakness, and the urge to go in for the kill. He heard her breath hitch as he applied some more pressure, another tremble running through her, but then he let go of her throat, feeling he might’ve gone too far at that moment.
His hand went for her heaving breasts instead, fondling and groping them as the chair continued to creak with every thrust. The noises increased in frequency as his pace increased. Inside of him he began to feel that slowly and steady building tension in his body, the early stirrings of a climax. He could only imagine that Raevyn was building up to her second one with the slightly distant look on her face. Her arousal was in full bloom on her body, the blush having spread almost everywhere and a faint sheen of sweat glistened on her now dark purple skin. Leaning forward, he took one of her erect nipples between his teeth, hearing her moan as he tugged at it gently. His mouth moved upwards with vigorous kisses against her skin. The night elf whimpered as he dragged his canines against her neck and collarbone.
Now close to her he wrapped his muscular arms around her midriff and lifted her up, the suddenness making her gasp in surprise. It was an action that was easier said than done, considering that she was nearly as tall as him. Thankfully, she weighed far less in comparison. Her grip around his midriff with her legs strengthened, and she threw her arms over his shoulders for support, leaning in to him to shower his muzzle with smouldering hot kisses as her body bounced up and down in his arms. Her fingers dragging over his furred back. Taking a few steps back, the motions elicited moans from her, until he was standing before the fireplace, feeling the warmth radiating from the fire. Slowly, and gently, he lowered himself down, until he was sitting with her on his lap on the floor on the carpet. Raevyn smiled, the sweat making her skin glisten and her hair a tousled mess with most of the flowers gone. That wild, just slightly disheveled look, made her look even more attractive in that moment. With a hand she encouraged him to lie back.
“That look suits you,” he remarked as he looked at her.
She made a chortling sound. “What, the ‘just got fucked’ look?”
“Wouldn’t say you’re there.”
He pushed up his hips, making her gasp as the member stirred her insides, and grinned. “Yet.”
Raevyn slowly dragged her fingers over his broad chest, a naughty smile on her lips.
“In that cast I suggest dialling back on the charm, and focus on getting me there.”
“What the lady wishes, she’ll get,” he said faux-solemnly.
His hands slid up her things, briefly resting at the swell of hips before he readjusted to cradle her firm rear instead. As his claws dragged over her skin, Raevyn gasped and moaned. He raised her, further moans coming from her as the member moved inside of her. When the first thrust came, making her body rock upwards, her eyes opened wide. Whatever sound she was trying to make cut off halfways as their bodies impacted against each other with a loud thump. The motion sent ripples through her body, making her breasts bounce wildly. Not letting her recover he set a hard and fast pace, his pelvis slamming against hers. Gasps and whimpers spilled from her mouth as she was left unable to do anything but to bounce on top of him. His hands went for her breasts as they bounced up and down on her chest, kneading and massaging them roughly. The night elfs hand grabbing fistfulls of the fur on his chest as she held on. Raevyn leaned forwards, resting a hand on his chest as her hips began to roll in response to his motions. Gideon groaned as her passage contracted around his shaft.
As his brutal pace slowed down, she continued bouncing on top of him. A pair of her fingers teased her clit, which set off a cascade of moans. His hands roamed tantalizingly slowly over her athletic body, Raevyn whimpering and moaning as claws scratched against her skin. He grabbed her by the hips and without warning began to rapidly thrust into her again, Raevyn threatening to topple forwards as she was caught off guard. Her eyes closed and noises of pleasure spilled from her open mouth as every slapping impact sent ripples up her body. The room filled with the sound of bodies impacting against each other, and their groans and moans.
When his motions slowed down, her hips began to gyrate against him, as if she was goading him into fucking her into ruin. Raevyn’s fingers caressed his chest as her body moved, lustfully looking down at him while nibbling on her lower lips. Gideon’s own hand caressed her hips and rear, sometimes reaching up to play with her breasts. In contrast to his motions, the night elf kept her pace a slow and steady roll. Despite her supposed urgency, she was more than willing to savour each moment of their intimate connection. Occasionally, she teased her clit as she rolled and gyrated against him.
When he grabbed her by the throat, her body trembled, a sudden urgency leaking into the roll of her hips. She grabbed him by the wrist, as if wanting him to hold her for a while longer. Playing with her clit with her other hand. She moaned when he caressed her lips with his thumb, the night elf opening her mouth to suckle briefly on the digit while moaning to herself. Feeling cheeky, he let go of her throat. A brief look of disappointment in her eyes before he gave her a light slap on the cheek. She gasped loudly, her velvet passage contracting around his shaft. When he gave her another slap on the same cheek, she moaned even louder, a tremble running through her. Smiling luridly, Raevyn leaned towards him, her hands resting on his chest and her breasts dangling tantalizingly before his eyes. She held herself there for a while, staring down at him as her hips rolled and gyrated. Then she closed the last distance between them, his hands coming to rest on her back, as they shared a smouldering hot kiss between each other, their tongues awkwardly playing with each other.
Sitting up, she encouraged his hands to play with her body as she guided them towards her breasts. Her hard nipples poked into his palms as he roughly squeezed them, the night elf tossing her head back to moan and gasp as his large hands engulfed them. She hissed in delight as he took one of her nipples between his teeth, letting his tongue flick at it while tugging at it. Then his neck began to complain too much from the awkward position and he had to lie down again. But his hands continued to roam over her body, much to her delight. As she sat up straight, Gideon growled in appreciation as he took in her toned physique, her hips rolling gently against his pelvis. Her messy hair spilling down one side of her face like an untamed waterfall. She had a look of delight on her face, mouth slightly slack as she voiced the pleasures she was feeling. Between his legs he could feel a spring winding up tighter and tighter as he edged closer to a climax. If the night elf was close to a climax of her own, she made no real sign of it, her hips moving at the same slow but needy pace. Her hands guided him time and time again towards her heaving breasts, moaning lustfully whenever he played with them and their thick nipples.
Leaning in to kiss him again, she moaned into his mouth as his knot rubbed against her clit, hips twitching in response. That stimuli made her moan even more as their tongues tangled with each other. They pulled away, and as her hips moved Raevyn buried her face into his chest. Gideon’s hand roamed over her muscular back, feeling her body tremble as she rode closer and closer to her climax. They came to rest on her rear as the night elf felt content with laying on top of him, moaning softly as her hips moved. Occasionally he would pull her in tight, holding her in place as he thrusted hungrily into her. Her moans increased in volume and quantity whenever he did. But as suddenly as he started, he would stop and leave her panting on top of him, until she managed to collect herself.
By now the fire was slowly dying, casting long shadows in the living room. The decorative lights blinked weakly, their batteries starting to die as well. The living room was bathed in a dim gloom, which none of them paid much attention to, their senses finely tuned for the night. The two of them continuing to fuck in their fast/slow rhythm, both trying to drag out the moment and their sensations as much as possible. But even then an undercurrent of need had seeped into Raevyn’s motions, a sense of urgency and speed. The night elf’s breathing was shallow and fast as the rolling motion of her hips became a bouncing one once more. Under her breath she moaned encouragement for him to touch and fondle her, to ravish her body with his large hands. Moans spilling from her whenever his claws dragged over her skin. When his palms slapped against her ass cheeks in quick succession she almost seemed to be on the verge of climaxing right then and there as her face appeared to slack from the sensation. But in the end she seemed to rally and resume moving, noises of pleasure flowing from her lips at an endless rate. The spring inside Gideon felt close to breaking, he felt his testicles draw close to his body as his own climax lingered somewhere over the proverbial horizon. Inside his chest his heart was beating like a tauren war drum, his own breathing mirroring hers . The needs of his inner beast drowned out by the rising tidal wave that was soon to crash upon his shores.
All of a sudden Raevyn stopped, her hands on his chest as she gave him a look. In his current state it took him a few moments to realize that she had stopped moving, her hips still against his pelvis. Instead they were slightly raised, as if… It was then he saw the look on her face, the thinly veiled eagerness reflecting in her eyes as she looked down at him, the eagerness plainly visible on her face as fingers caressed his chest. He grabbed her hips, hearing how she gasped as he raised her lower body until the tip threatened to spill out from her slit. He felt her tense up from the anticipation as he looked up at her, the night elf nibbling on her lower lip as she glanced down between her legs. Not wanting to say anything, fearing that it would break the spell over the moment that was to come, but needing her to relax, he improvised.
The sharp klatch of his palm against her ass felt like it echoed in the living room as it ripped apart the tension, the moan Raevyn let out seemed to catch her off guard. But it had done what was necessary, Gideon feeling her loosen up in his arm. With both his hands on her hips, not giving her any chance to recover, he pushed her down.
Her eyes shot open wide, mouth forming into a silent O as he hilted his member inside of her in one swift motion, the knot pushing inside of her and plugging her entrance. Raevyn let out a long moan that suddenly cut short as her body tensed up. Her face contorting as her climax ripped through her like a thunderstorm, causing her eyes to roll back in their sockets as she climaxed over the shaft buried in her sex. Gideon growled as her passage clamped around his shaft like a wet and warm vice. The sensation of her velvet passage massaging around his shaft suddenly became too much for him, and with a deep growl that boiled up from inside his chest the spring finally uncoiled itself. His toes curled, eyes clamping shut as he felt something between his legs go pop. He could feel the load racing up the length of the shaft like a small marble before it exploded out the tip. As his testicles emptied themselves inside the night elf’s rippling passage he saw stars behind his eyes, each spurt making her shudder. Whenever he felt her squeeze around the shaft he groaned.
The orgasmic feedback loop between them seemed to continue for an age, until his ejaculations had turned into a weak trickle. Despite his balls being drained, his knot refused to default, keeping them locked together by the hips. Raevyn whimpered softly whenever his hips moved, a gentle thrusting motion that reminded her of the thing she had wanted so badly before. With her own body exhausted, the night elf collapsed on top of him, snuggling up to his furred body with a sight of content. In the dying light of the open fire, they had been reduced to exhausted, panting, sweaty tangle of limbs and bodies. Bound together by the pelvis, and by slowly fading sensations of pleasure, all they could do was to lie on the carpet. None of them really felt like moving much either way.
Raevyn’s voice was a low murmur as she spoke, dripping with weariness. “Happy Winter Veil Gideon.”
He threw an arm over her, before managing to mumble out a reply of his own before fatigue dragged him under. “Happy Winter Veil Rae.”