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Elunara: Mission Specialist Ch. 01

By: Thatawfulwowporno



"I've finished with the stables."

"Thanks, now brush down the horses."

"Of course." 

"Heya, Jim. How's Thunder?"

"Elunara is over there, brushing him down now."

Ben licked his lips. "The hot little Night Elf?"

Jim rolled his eyes. "The same." He shook his head. "She's a pain in the ass, but she does good work. The horses love her."

"Pain in the ass?"

"Shameless flirt." Jim snorted. He went back to cleaning the hoof of the horse he was tending. 

Ben sauntered on over. "Hi." He winked.

Brushing the horse, she eyed the man. Licking her lips, she smiled. "I don't suppose I could con you into an art sitting."

He blinked. "Uh, what?"

Her grin went feral. "I like the look of you. Perhaps I could show you my... skills."

This was not the track he was expecting. "You know, that sounds REAL fun, but..." He scratched the back of his head.

"Oh, I forgot to mention... you'd be naked." She never stopped in her tending of the horse. 

Blinking repeatedly, a grin crept across his face. "Is THAT how it is?" 

"Sweetie, I like two things, drawing, and dicks. Care to fulfill both?"

His eyes went wide. "How about after you're off work?"

"I'm done about six." Without another look, she returned to the needs of the horses. 

After work, she followed him home. She did not touch him, merely looked around. 

"I see you forgot your paper." He licked his lips.

"I always have paper." She smiled. "I just prefer to draw... after."

Closing the door, he eyed her ass. "That makes sense to-"

Without warning, she grabbed him by the back of the neck and assaulted his mouth. He barely had time to think before she released him. "You're yummy." She purred. 

"You don't waste time!" He gasped.

"Fast is the only speed I know, sugar cake." 

He chuckled and ran his hands down her ass. "Is that so?" 

"You're wearing entirely too much." She yanked his shirt open. "Oh, I definitely like this." She ran her tongue across his chest. 

"Dear Gods." He groaned as he grabbed her shoulders. 

She worked her way down and tugged his pants to the ground. "Mm, yes. Beautiful." She slipped her mouth over the tip. 

He groaned and buried his fingers in her hair. "Baby..."

Quickly, she worked her way over his dick, taking him in completely, before moving her way up and down rapidly. When he finished, she ran her tongue up and down him. "Fascinating." She purred. 

"Holy damn, that's..." 

She shoved him back against the bed and climbed on top of him. "Don't worry, sugar britches, I plan on making use of you all night." With a groan, she slipped down over his dick.

Later, she penciled a few runes on the floor and summoned her pack of papers. She sat next to him in the bed and began to work. He watched her draw with complete fascination.

His fingers twirled in her hair. "That's pretty cool to watch, Baby."

"Hm." 

The next day, she shoveled out the wasted hay from the stalls. 

Ben fidgeted and made his way over. "Hello, beautiful." He presented her with a bouquet of flowers.

She blinked. "Oh, hello..."

"You can call me Benjamin." He murmured, as he twirled a lock of her hair. 

"Ben, right. Um, I... don't exactly have anywhere to put those flowers." She shrugged and went back to work.

"Do you... not have a place to stay?"

"I stay where I want." She ignored him and shifted over to the next stall.

"You can stay with me." 

"I guess I wouldn't mind adding detail to my work."

He chuckled. "Yes, that."

"Ben, unless you're after your horse, get out of my stalls."

Ben jolted. "Sorry Jim." He shifted and leaned over to Elunara. 

She ignored his attempt to kiss her, and went for the hay bales.

"Do you need help?"

Elunara rolled her eyes. "I've got it, thanks." She dodged his kiss again. 

"BEN!"

"Sorry!" He jolted. "I'm out, I'm out." 

"Elunara!"

"Yes, Jim." She sighed.

"Did you do it AGAIN?" 

Spreading the fresh hay, she sighed again. "I don't know WHY they think that I give a damn just because I fuck them. A whore is a whore, gods fuck it all."

"No, YOU fuck it all." Jim snorted. 

"You have me there." Elunara shrugged. 

He sighed and ran a hand over his hair. "You don't HAVE to be a whore, you know."

"Actually, yes I do. It's the only thing worth doing." 

"There's plenty worth doing." He shook his head. "You're amazing with these horses..."

"I'm going to stop you. I help you with the horses, because being around animals gives me a greater calm than being around people. I need to have sex with men because it gives me an energy boost that I cannot explain."

Jim sighed. "I've always wondered what happened in your past that makes you like you are."

"Not a thing." She refilled the feed buckets. 

He shook his head. "Your habits must kill your mother."

Elunara growled. "NEVER MENTION MY MOTHER!"

With a jolt, he stepped back. 

"My mother's opinions of my habits don't mean jack fucking shit to me." 

"I'm sorry... I had no idea it was such a sore subject."

"You know what makes me the way I am?" She tossed the scoop back in the bin. "I have no emotions. They're completely broken."

"That's... strange."

"I guess." She shrugged and ran her hand on a horse's nose. "I don't feel hate, or love, or anything really. I might have a heightened emotion for a short period, like rage, but I can't sustain it. Not for any length of time. I have sex with men because it's the only way I have discovered to derive pleasure. I am a tactile person, and that's what I'm left with. I can't love these men; I can barely remember which ones I've fucked." She sighed. "I draw so that I can remember. I have to have a record of what I've done and how I've done it, and what I have experienced. I NEED that."

He blinked. "That's a horrible life."

"How would I know?" She shrugged. "Spending time with the animals is the only other way I have found that gets me what I need, and even then it's... minimal." 

"You should try out for the SI:7."

"The... what?"

"It's the Alliance spy network out of Stormwind. They would send you out into the world. I bet you'll find something there." 

She considered. "How?"

"I haven't tried for it myself, but my friend Mathias Shaw runs it. You need to apply and prove yourself. I'd give it a go."

Licking her lips, she considered. "Where is it?"

Leaning against the wall, Elunara waited and listened. 

"Gods, those gnolls are such a complete and utter menace!"

"I know! I've killed so damned many of them, but they breed and breed."

"You'd figure a creature that was dumb as shit wouldn't be so difficult to eradicate."

"I know, the other day I killed one that was humping a tree stump."

"A TREE STUMP?"

"When I killed it, it just kind of hung there, its dick still stuck in the thing. Was horribly hilarious." 

"Ewwww!"

As the two men walked past Elunara, she grinned. 

"Hey! Uh... Eric, was it?" 

The beefy farmer turned around. "Yeah, Elunara?"

"I need you to hit me."

"Bwuah?"

"Just do it."

"Listen, Sweetheart... I know I was mad at you... but I wasn't ever THAT mad."

"I don't give a damn, just HIT me!" She bounced.

"No."

She hauled off and kicked him in the nuts.

"YOU BITCH!" 

"Awwww, did that HURT?" She asked in a baby voice. "Pussy!" She snarled. 

With a growl, he dove on her.

Later, she stared at herself in the mirror and winced. Ok, maybe she had over done it. Whatever. She began to shred her clothes. Once she was out in Elwynn, she found her targets. Thinking better of it, she yanked her pants off completely and tossed the shreds in a pattern, and then lay down. Slicking her fingers through her soft folds, she got herself good and lathered. When then gnolls got close, she flopped down on the ground and adjusted herself. 

[The following is translated from gnoll speak.]

"What's this?" The first gnoll poked the creature with his spear. 

"I don't know. I've never seen such a creature before."

The first leaned down and sniffed. "Whatever it is, it's female."

"Is it?" The other mimicked the first. "Ooo, it is." He continued to poke at the creature.

Elunara had to struggle to not laugh. That stupid spear tickled. She had no idea what they were saying, but if she just kept her ears open, maybe she could learn... She grit her teeth and bit down the urge to flinch. One of the creatures had stuck its tongue in her crotch. 

The first giggled wildly. "It tastes good. Try."

The second slipped its tongue into the slick hole. "I like this." He growled. Shifting the creature's leg out of the way, he buried his tongue in, over and over again. 

"My turn!" The first shoved the second. 

She suddenly wished that all men had such useful tongues. 

The two giggled. "Let's take it back." The first gnoll licked his lips.

"Yeah, let's show the others!" Grabbing her by the arms, they began to drag her through the zone. 

Well, this was working out quite well. Peeking, she noticed they weren't looking at her. Watching the path they were taking, she began to realize exactly why no one had found the fountain of the little bastards. As they approached a small camp, she closed her eyes and resumed her ruse of being unconscious. 

"What is this?" A gnoll asked.

"Found it. Now it's ours." One of the gnolls giggled. 

"What if it wakes up?"

"Eh, she's helpless."

"She?"

"Yeah, much female."

"That so?" He licked his lips. 

"Tasty, try it." 

She rather lost count at how many of the little bastards had a taste, before one of the beasts decided to shove its dick in her. The others began to hiss and fight, and she was starting to pick up bits of their language. 

"That was OURS!" One of the gnolls shoved the others. 

"Yeah! You can't just DO that!" The second one said. 

"I'm leader of THIS camp; I can have what I want!"

"We brought to share, not for you to take!" 

"I want it!" He shoved the others. 

"NONE OF YOU GET IT!" A newcomer bellowed. 

She barely cracked her eye and saw a larger gnoll. Closing her eyes, she waited until the new gnoll grabbed her by the wrist and hauled her out. 

"That was ours." Pouted the first. 

She was dragged to a different encampment high in the hills. The new one sniffed her all over. He began to lick her crotch, before sliding his tongue in completely. With a giggle, he got into it. As far as weird ideas went, this one was working out quite in her favor. She was unsurprised when he shoved his dick into her and began to hump. If she could have gotten by with rolling her eyes, she would have. A gnoll had a gift of a tongue and no IDEA how to use its dick properly.

When night fell, and her captor passed out, she popped up. Quickly, she began to search through the camps. She found every scrap of paper and form of writing she could get her hands on, then scribbled some runes in the dirt. Sending her haul through, she went back to the captor and repositioned herself. 

Over the next couple of days, she spent the day as a toy for the gnolls, and the night tearing through their camp. When she was satisfied she couldn't find anything else of use, she summoned her dagger and cut her way through. She had a fondness for the little tonguing bastards, but a job was a job. She skipped all the way home. 

Once she was cleaned up, she headed to the SI:7. 

"I want to speak to Mathias Shaw."

The man shook his head. "You don't just speak to him. What's your deal?"

"I have some important information about the gnoll issue, but due to the sensitive nature, I have to deliver it directly to him."

He narrowed his eyes. "Hold on."

She stepped into his office and put the package on his desk.

Mathias blinked and began to sort through. "What is this?"

"The top pages are gnoll communication, as crude as it may be. The second set is my translation notes."

"How did you come by this?" 

Keeping herself calm and composed, she detailed the work she had achieved. 

He stared at her in complete shock. "You... GAVE yourself to them?"

She snorted. "All men, of all species, have their weaknesses." 

"This is quite impressive, and you understand their language?"

"Once I had the basics." She shrugged. 

"Well, the reward is yours."

"I didn't do it for the reward."

He hesitated. "No?"

"I want in. I think I can put my unique skill set to work for the SI:7." 

Tapping his fingers together, he nodded. "I think we can find a place for you. Keep the reward, as your first payment for a completed commission."

Elunara: Mission Specialist Ch. 03



Cairne Bloodhoof cracked his neck as he listened to yet another request from one of his people. He considered their words. "I agree with this. You should handle it as you see fit."

"Thank you, wise one." The man turned and left. 

A strange sound pricked his ears, as his strong nose picked up an odd scent. Patiently, he tracked the mysterious visitor as he went about his day. He knew, without a doubt, that if this intruder meant harm, they would have struck any time. Still, they bided their time. He paused in his duties, as he could have sworn he heard a piece of paper. Scratching noises confirmed his belief... his intruder was taking notes of some sort. 

Perhaps they were waiting for him to sleep. The ignorant one would soon be surprised. He tapped his hoof on the floor in annoyance as he debated how best to handle the situation. Lightning quick, he shot his hand out and grabbed where he felt the intruder sat. She yelped as he grabbed her by the shirt and hauled her up. To the floor clattered a notebook and pencil. 

"What are you doing?" 

He almost dropped her when she spoke in his language. "Please forgive me, I was just drawing." She said. 

"I know your kind. You are a Night Elf."

"Please..." She did not struggle in his grasp. "Just look at my notebook." 

With a frown, he scooped up the notebook and stared down an image of himself. Blinking, he looked back at her. "What?"

"I... I have a goal in life, to draw everyone I can. If you flip through my notebook, you can see I've already convinced Vol'jin and Thrall to sit for me. I admit I'm a little terrified of trying to draw Sylvanas, but I just might have to do it." She rubbed a hand over his arm. "If you sit me down, I will stay right where you put me. I promise. I only wish to draw." 

He eyed her with suspicion. "Why should I trust you?"

"Because you hold in your hand, the one thing I value the most."

"Your life?" He snorted.

"My notebook. My life is meaningless without my drawings." Which was the most honest she could be, even with herself. 

After blinking at her for a moment, he gently sat her down. When she sat down and picked up her pencil, he turned his attention to her notebook. Flipping through, he could feel the heat rising to his face. "This is... graphic."

She shrugged. "How can I truly know my subject, if I do not see all of him?" She smiled up at him. "All I wish... is to draw. You may bind my feet, you may bind my hands. All I ask... is that I have enough wiggle to use this hand to draw you." She held up her hand. "When I have what I want, I'll leave you be." 

He considered her words as he flipped through the book. "I see no reason to bind you." He passed the book back.

"Thank you very much." She stood and bowed. Getting comfortable on the soft furs, she smiled at him again. "I hope to do you justice." 

Later that night, he blinked at her. "Are you finished?"

She held up her book. "I have done my preliminary sketches." Wiggling, she frowned. "I don't suppose I could have a few days to refine my sketches?"

"But, where would you sleep?"

After a look around, she pointed to the far corner. "There is just fine for me."

"But, that's just bare floor."

"I have dealt with worse to get my sketches." 

He tugged a fur off of the pile and put it in the corner. "That will do better." 

She blinked at it for a moment. "Thank you, you're very kind." She smiled up at him, before curling up on the fur. 

Once again, the heat rose to his face. He tugged a blanket off of a stack, before placing it on the sleeping Night Elf. After watching her for a moment, he went to his own bed.

Curious, she ran her fingers over the edge of the blanket. The kindness was completely unexpected, but certainly not rejected. 

"Sir, forgive me for questioning... but is it advisable to have a Night Elf as a pet?"

Cairne shook his head. "She is not a pet, she is... a guest."

"Isn't that a little...?"

"Odd?" He snorted. "Very." He looked back at the creature currently feverishly drawing in her sketchbook. "I trust her for now." 

By midday, his curiosity got the better of him. "May I see what you have... er... I never got your name, little one."

"Elunara." She held her book up. 

Peering through, he considered. "These are very impressive."

"I like to get my base work down and then add in the fine details." She smiled at him. "Perhaps I can get some... intimate ones?"

The heat went straight to his face. "Perhaps we can discuss that another time."

She shrugged. "As long as you're willing to consider my request." 

He was greatly relieved that other creatures could not tell when a tauren blushed. Over the next several days, she sat quietly beside him and worked in her book. Occasionally, she would ask him to turn, or lift his arm. 

It was on the sixth day that she finally acted. Sitting her book and pencil down, she stood up and held up her hands. "May I touch you?"

"What?" He blinked.

"Please?" She whispered. 

"I... I will allow it." 

Gentle, she laid her hands on his arm and rubbed up and down. "You're very soft." Her words were quiet and loaded with meaning. "You're also amazingly kind and wise. Such an interesting person you are." She brushed a hand across his chest. 

"Stop." Was his pained reply.

"Stop what?" Her hand travelled up his neck and to his cheek. "You're a fascinating subject." She continued. "I've watched you, I've studied you... and never have I seen such a contradiction. Soft, and gentle, yet... hard and well muscled. Your body is a power house and your heart..."

"Please stop." He whimpered. His hand grasped hers. 

"Stop what?" She repeated. "How can I stop... if I don't know what I'm doing?"

His mouth crushed to hers, and when she gasped, he pressed his advantage, slipping his large tongue in her mouth and just savoring the flavor of her. Her hands slid up his muzzle and back to his neck. His hand crushed into her hair, as the other slid down her tiny body. 

"Ancestors guide me." He groaned, as he licked her neck. 

She pressed herself up against him and gasped. "The ancestors have nothing to do with it." 

Pulling himself free of her, he shook his head. "Forgive me. That was..."

Licking her lips, her grin was near feral. "Why stop now?" She whispered.

"This cannot be." He waved a hand. "This will not work." 

Her walk was near a saunter as she made her way back to him. Gently, she put her hands on his chest. "But... one night wouldn't hurt." She whispered. "Just to sate the fire."

His hands found her hips. "Just... one night." He breathed. 

"But first..." She slipped out of his grasp and began to circle him. She began digging her fingers under his gear, poking and prodding, as she darted in and out of his grasp. He blinked at her in confusion, until at last; his entire war harness fell off in one piece. He blinked down and put his hands over his crotch. She lightly smacked his hands. "I think we're past that." Running her hands on his bare chest, she sighed. "Very soft. I wonder..." Tugging her own shirt off, she pressed up against him. "Oh, I like this." She whispered, rubbing her breasts in his soft fur.

With a groan, he wrapped his arms around her. "You are so confusing." He whispered. "I find myself unable to care." He licked her bare shoulder. 

"I wouldn't worry too much, for we have tonight." She pressed her mouth to his, pleased when he responded in kind. 

"If only tonight." He murmured. 

"Mm, I feel you down there." She stooped down. "You are absolutely huge." She marveled. Reaching for her book, she began to sketch him while he watched her with curiosity. She cupped his balls and rubbed her thumb across them. "Eve these are soft and fuzzy." She murmured. Intrigued, she rubbed her cheek against them and he shivered. "Oh, you can get bigger." She purred, as she ran her hand across his large pink dick. 

He clung to a table as she worked her hands back and forth. She sketched with one hand and handled him with the other. She licked the length of him. 

"Save me." He whimpered. When she slipped her mouth over the tip, he almost lost it. His fingers buried into her hair as she began to work. 

She tried her best but couldn't get too far down. She was going to spend quite a bit of time practicing that one. When she felt that tell tale sign of his dick pumping and twitching, she backed up and watched him explode to the air. Fascinated, she scooped some into her hand and played with it, making notes in her book. She tasted it. 

He tugged her up and went for her mouth again, his arms trapping her to his body, his sticky dick pressing against her exposed belly. Once again, he licked her neck, finding that spot that drove her mad. When she writhed and arched against him, his hands shoved at her pants. He tongue ran flat against a breast, finding a hardened nipple for him to suck on. Her pants on the floor, he slipped his long tongue between her legs. 

Gasping, her fingers dug into his hair, as he flicked his tongue across her slit, over and over again. When she shifted her leg to his shoulder, he plunged. Wide eyed, she stared at the ceiling, as his massive tongue plunged her depths over and over again. She shivered and arched, as the force of her orgasm ripped through her and she almost fell. 

Catching her, he laid her down against the soft furs of his bed. He continued his assault on the center of her, licking up her warm juices. She let ago again, before he finished. He curled up beside her and slipped his large finger into her. 

"You're so tiny, I'm afraid I won't fit." He licked her neck. 

"Then let me control it." Pushing him over on his back, she stood over him. Holding on to his massive dick, she slid him across her dripping opening a few times, before she pressed down. He grabbed her hips with a groan as she made her way down. Desperate to take him all in, she shoved herself harder, cursing her lack of training for size. When she finally met furry flesh with her own, she gasped. "Oh wow." She rubbed her belly. "I think I shifted a few things." 

"Do I hurt you?" The concern in his voice hurt something in her chest. 

"No, I rather like the feel of this, actually. I wonder..." She tried to pull up. Frowning, she tried to push up. "I... I think I'm stuck." 

Blinking, he put his hands on her hips and tried to lift her. "Uh..."

"Well, damn." She tried to get leverage with her feet. "I'm stuck!" She leaned sideways and tried to claw at the floor. 

"Wait! Stop! That hurts!" He winced. 

"I'm sorry!" She straightened up. "This is... Well, I don't know what this is." She tried yet again. "I want my sketchbook." She turned this way and that. "Gods, it's all the way over there."

"I'm not sure what to do." He tugged at her hips again. 

"You're going to have to... well, finish or deflate or something. You're too big." She put her hands over her face. "This is kind of embarrassing." She muttered. 

Shaking with laughter, he tugged her forward. "I guess we're stuck in this together." 

Giggling, she rubbed her face in his fuzzy chest. "Yeah we are." With a sigh she kissed his chin. "Guess I should have practiced with another tauren before I attempted this foolish endeavor." 

He blinked down. "What?"

She sighed. "I knew I wanted to... give you a try... but I had no idea how big you'd be. I guess if I'd worked on stretching it out a little..." 

"Hm." 

"Sorry, I can feel you deflate over that." She raked her fingers through her hair. "I just had to go for the pretty first." She grumbled. Laughing, she sat up. "Oops, made you harder." 

"You confuse me greatly."

"I apologize; I'm often confusing to myself." 

Cairne put his arms behind his head. "Well, I guess we're stuck here for a bit." 

"That we are."

"Tell me about yourself. Not just the art."

Leaning forward, she put her elbows on his chest. "Not much to tell really..." 

They talked for awhile. In the morning, she found herself curled up on his chest, finally freed. Not really caring, she dozed back off. Feeling his fingers on her cheek, she woke up again. "Morning."

"Morning." He kissed the top of her head. 

"I have to leave, you know."

"Yeah..." 

"I might be able to eek out one more night. I never got the drawings I really wanted."

He grinned. "Tonight."

That night, he lay back on his bed, while she sat beside him, working. 

"Pity you are what you are."

She shrugged. "Have been all my life."

He ran his fingers on her cheek. "I wish I could have you."

Licking her lips, she grinned. "We can have each other plenty, but I'll just have to stretch out a bit more before I can try THAT idea again." 

"Do come back."

"I will... eventually." She winked. 

Fifteen years later.

Elunara sat at the table, working on her sketchbook, wishing Mathias had a damned assignment for her. A runner came in, and headed up to the office. She watched with interest. When her name was called she privately cheered. 

"Elunara..."

"What's the assignment?"

"No assignment, sit down."

She fiddled with her pencil. "What's the complaint?" She sighed. 

"No complaint." Mathias said quietly. "Cairne Bloodhoof is dead."

She snapped her pencil. "What?" She whispered. "But... I never..." 

She sat on the hill and drew the scene before her. Not once, in her entire life, had she cried at a funeral. She decided that there was a first time for everything.



Elunara: Mission Specialist Ch. 04



Elunara stood at attention in Mathias' office. 

He flipped through her latest report. "I often feel bad for the target." Shaking his head, he sighed. "Elunara, your work is often miraculous and your ruse is, quite frankly, disturbing. That being said, I find that it's time I move you up in our ranks, and assign you your first handler."

"My... what?"

Mathias nodded and the door opened. A man walked in and leaned against the wall. 

Elunara eyed him with suspicion. "I work best alone." She turned back to Mathias. "Sir. He would just be a hindrance." 

"This is Gerald, and he will be your spotter. It is common, when our top agents go out in the field, to have one stay behind, and close, in order to best direct the field operative. If the mission should go wrong, he can report back. Once he learns your code, you should be able to-"

"MY CODE?" She cleared her throat. "Sir."

"Once he learns your code, Whore, you will be able to work more in tune with each other." 

"Sir, have I not proven myself over and over? Why do this now?"

"This is a promotion, Whore." 

"How do I get demoted?" She growled. "Sir."

"You will be held off of missions until I am satisfied the two of you can work in perfect synchronicity. If you cannot, another will be found. You are not going out again until I am certain of the pairing."

Elunara struggled to keep her twitching to a minimum. "I fail to see the point of this." 

"The point will be made clear on its own. Meanwhile, Gerald has read your file extensively. Should I deem it necessary, I will give you his. At this time, I do not find it prudent. Am I understood?"

"Of course, sir."

With a growl, Elunara made her way to a table and flopped down, chin in hand. 

"You're going to have to get used to it." He flopped down opposite of her and leaned back, his arms behind his head. 

"This is stupid." She snarled. 

He shrugged.

Tapping her fingers, she considered her next move. "Wanna fuck?"

"Ugh, no."

"Fine." She returned to tapping her fingers.

"Want to play a round of cards?" He dropped a pack on the table. 

"No." 

He snorted. "You probably have nothing to bet with." 

"You'd be right about that." Her foot began to twitch. 

"I'd just mop the floor with you anyhow." He goaded.

She jabbed a finger in his direction. "Listen here, you. I don't play cards. I hate them. End of story. I asked you if you wanted to fuck, you said no. I accepted your answer and left you alone. Honor MY wishes and leave ME the fuck alone. I don't take an unwilling partner and you shouldn't try for one."

In complete shock, he blinked at her. "Touchy." 

Her eyebrows shot up. "Want to fight about it?"

Holding up his hands, he shook his head. "No. No, I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry. I just didn't expect..."

"Didn't expect the whore to have standards? Well, I do. I have a lot of standards. Deal with it." 

He began to shuffle his deck. "So, why do you do it?"

"Huh?"

"Fuck... everything."

"Because I need to." She shrugged. "I crave it like a smoker craves a cigarette." 

"Wild." He began dealing out cards to himself in various patterns. 

"How are you doing that?" She cocked her head to the side. 

"You have sex, I have cards. Just something I can't help." Over and over, he laid them out in various patterns, before reshuffling and trying again. 

"That's... kind of fascinating." 

He fanned out the cards and laid them down. "Pick one."

Holding her hand over the cards, she eyed him.

"No hinky stuff, just cards."

Flipping it, she eyed the card. 

"Ace of clubs."

"Cute." She sat the card aside and pulled another. 

"Three of hearts."

She sat it aside and grabbed another. 

"Four of diamonds."

"How are you doing that?"

He looked around and made sure they were alone in their corner. "I feel them. My mind instantly recognizes and understands exactly where a card is in the deck at any and all times. I can't tell you how, I just know. I could run my finger over this whole spread and tell you every single card, exactly where it is. You can hand me a fresh, unopened deck and I'll do the same thing to it." 

"Fascinating." She cocked her head and licked her lips. At once, she gave him his height, weight, length of his dick and size of his balls. He openly stared at her. "I'll get you're a measuring tape and weight scale if you want."

Slowly, he shook his head. "How...?" He croaked. 

"Same as you, I suspect. It's just something my brain tells me. I can measure things. Hilariously, I can give you your height in number of lined up penises. It's just something I can do."

"Are you an engineer?"

"A what?"

"Oh, man. You should take up engineering. They do shit like that all the time." He pointed. "It might also help in the field." 

She tapped her fingers. "Really?"

"They're always inventing some crazy shit or another. With the information YOU bring back, I bet schematics of weapons and machines would THRILL the SI:7." 

"Hmmmm..." 

"Want to get a beer?"

"I've been known to have one from time to time." She licked her lips.

"I betcha we could find a drunk guy willing to let you drag him home."

"Or some drunken idiots stupid enough to play you at cards." She snorted. 

"Sold." They both said at once, as they high fived each other. 

Later, near midnight, they hung on to each other as they made their way through the city. 

"I should feel guilty fleecing those shits, but GODS they were annoying." Gerald snorted. 

"How much you bag?"

"Hundred and fifty. Where'd the red head go?"

"I fucked him behind the bar."

"Geez! No limit to what you'll do."

"Pfft, I said I had standards, not limits." She shook her head. "Hey, can I crash in your floor? I don't actually have a place to stay." 

"Sure, it's cool. I got this one room deal. Just... hands off my dick."

"Pfft. You said no already." 

Gerald rubbed his head. Since when did he drink enough to have a hangover? His hand felt on the bed. Jolting back, he stared at the Night Elf currently sleeping under his covers. He shoved at her. "Hey! What the hell?"

She grumbled and rubbed her head. "Ugh, that's why I don't drink."

"EXCUSE ME!"

Blinking up, she held her head. "Gods, don't fucking yell."

"Why are you in my bed?"

"Oh, calm down." She sat up and stretched. "We're still dressed, genius. Even I don't redress people. You were being all chivalrous and refused to just let me crash in the floor. Which I would have been FINE with, thank you. After I promised to sleep in the bed like a good girl, you passed the fuck out." 

"Oh." He blushed, but she didn't see it. 

"Got anything to eat in this place?" She sniffled and scrubbed her face. "The dumbshits I usually go home with like to make me breakfast in bed." Digging around in the cabinets, she considered. "Not that I'm asking you to, that would be stupid."

"You just make yourself at home, don't you?"

She shrugged. "I'll replace what I take. Not like I ever use the funds I make off of missions."

"You don't?"

"I buy clothes and props. Nothing else in the world I care about. I get fed by those I fuck, and presents people shove on me; I pawn and bank the cash." She took a bite of some half stale bread. 

"That's kind of a sad life."

"Why does everyone keep telling me this?" She gave him a strange look.

"Don't... you find it sad?"

"Sweetie, I don't exactly have "emotions". I'm a tactile creature. I nether love, nor hate. I live for the next fuck, and eat when people feed me."

"That's kind of crappy... no offense. It's just hard to understand."

"Most of the time I don't understand it and my mother certainly NEVER did." She snorted. 

"Who is your mother?" 

"None of your fucking business. I shouldn't have said anything." 

"Hm." He tapped his fingers on his leg. "I don't think I'll ever understand you." He finally sighed. 

Jerking a shoulder, she sighed. "No one will. That's why I function best alone, because some of the shit I do..." She licked her lips. "You've read my work... what do YOU think happens to me... when I'm being bait?"

"It..." He sighed. "Well, it probably hurts, it's kind of terrifying... and maybe you bury all that, just so you can write the report."

"Wrong, wrong and wrong. When I'm getting my brains fucked out by a target, I am the happiest I'll ever be. I cannot experience happiness like a normal person, because my ability to have emotions is broken. I LIVE to feel when that bastard slips his dick into me. I'm certain you'd see in my reports where I've had seven or eight men take me one right after the other, take all my holes, fill them, I don't care. It's everything I can do to maintain whatever role I've given them. I want to moan and groan and beg for just one more dick, just one more of them in me, I don't care, pick a hole, just FUCK ME." 

She wiped her mouth. "Hell, I'm drooling just thinking about it. Repeat all they want, fuck me until they can't get hard any more. If I could I walk around with a dick in my ass and a dick in my pussy, I'd be thrilled. It's like the most spectacular drug in the world. The bigger the dick. The happier I am."

Gerald was rubbing his hand over his mouth until he thought his mouth would wipe clean off. His own erection was a major problem at the moment. "I can't..." He croaked. 

"You don't want me, and quite frankly, I'm good. Who DOES want a pussy as dirty as mine? These little whores running around the city couldn't have possibly fucked as many men as I have, COMBINED." She sighed and stood up. "Damn it, I got myself started. Excuse me; I have to go find a few pansy ass twits to fuck." 

When the door slammed, Gerald let out a shuddering breath. He had his own whore to find and fuck. 

While he waited for her at the table, he began to play with his card deck. Eventually, she came in and flopped down in front of him. "So, how many did you bang?"

"Only three. My other options were too busy." She sighed. 

He shook his head. "You're crazy."

Watching him for a time, she considered. "Hey, want to fleece some assholes?"

Stopping, he eyed her. "How?"

She sat down at the table, and smiled at him. The man eyed her and went back to his card game. After a winning hand, she clapped and giggled. 

"What's your game, honey?"

"Oh!" She blushed and put her knuckle to her chin. "Well, you see... I was wondering if you could help me."

"What is it, sweetheart?"

She giggled and blushed at the affection. "Well, you see... I messed up. I messed up big time." She wiggled in her seat. "You see that man over there?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, he was harassing me... and thinking I was smart... I told him that if he really wanted to... um, well..." She scooted up to his ear. "Have sex." She jerked back and giggled nervously. "Well, that he'd have to beat me at cards." Fiddling her fingers and sighing, she hazarded a glance back. "But, I think he's weird and kind of creepy. I've been sitting here watching you, and you seem to be pretty good at the game..." She blushed and ducked her head. "Maybe you could win me back?" The hope poured into her voice. "I certainly like the look of you better. I would..." She leaned close to his ear again. "Be VERY grateful." She breathed. 

A little while later, she walked into the next bar, snapping her fingers and wiggling her butt. 

"I take it that went well."

"He was delicious. Who else you got?" 

Seven bars, twelve men, and a shit load of gold later, Gerald and Elunara leaned against each other giggling. 

"You gotta be tired by now." Gerald snorted. 

"Mm, one more hit, come on. I'm not nearly drunk enough to quit now."

"Fuck, me either."

She giggle snorted. "You said I couldn't fuck you."

He shoved at her. "I hold to it, I don't care how tight that ass is."

An hour later, the pair of them were leaning against each other, giggling like morons, as Mathias stood there glaring at them. "I told you two to get along, I didn't say fleece and fuck half of Stormwind!"

"Ut oh," Elunara giggled. "Daddy's angry."

"We're so boned." Gerald snorted, before they both started giggling again. 

"Nahhhhh, he won't bone me... I wouldn't trust him if he did!" Elunara jerked her finger in the air. 

"So what you think he's packin'?" 

"A solid niner... maybe even nine and three quarters." She cackled at her own strange joke.

Mathias smacked a hand to his face. "Dear Gods. How much did you manage to bilk your victims for?"

"Aw, do I hafta?" Gerald snorted. "I don't wanna pay it back."

"Those louts deserved the fleecing, I say!"

"Damned right." 

"NOW!" Mathias growled. 

"A thousand gold." Gerald giggled. 

"You..." He blinked.

"One thousand, one hundred, and ninety five gold!" Elunara pointed. "I keep count." She tapped her head. 

Mathias sat back on his desk and blinked. 

"Nobody scams like the whore!" Gerald declared. 

Elunara snorted. "Nobody scents blood like the shark!" She giggled wildly. 

"She does sing like a fallen angel though." Gerald snorted. 

"GAH! Don't tell him that!" She shook her head. "He'll mak-" She fell over sideways. 

"Whore?" Gerald lightly kicked her with his foot. He giggled. "Down for the count!" He jabbed his finger in the air, before following her.

Mathias buried his face in his hands. 

In the morning, they both groaned and grabbed their heads. "Why are we...?" Gerald froze. 

Elunara sighed. "And THAT, my dear, is why I don't go past five fucking drinks."

"How many DID you both have?" 

She blinked up at Mathias. "I know I had like... twelve? I lost track of Gerald's drinking when I went to fuck a target." 

"Hm." Mathias leaned against his threaded fingers. "Gerald, you will be giving your winnings to the coffers."

"Aw, man." Gerald winced.

"Elunara I have a special punishment for you."

"Ugh, please tell me I don't have to remain celibate for any length of time."

"No, but an impromptu concert in the mess hall would be just the thing." 

She buried her face in her hands "FUCK! I take it back, I'll be celibate for a month, I swear it."

"However, after which, from the reports I have been given, the two of you work quite well together. I see the benefit in keeping this team together. You're back on commission, immediately after your little concert."

Elunara trudged down to the mess hall and eyed all of the agents sitting down to eat. She glared at Mathias, and at his nod, she threw her head back and began to sing. Even if it was a punishment, she always got into her singing, and would just deal with the embarrassment afterwards. 

Mathias blinked, and the rest of the room just stared. "Is she... glowing?"

"It's faint, but yeah. The first couple of times, I thought it was just weird lighting. Then the glitter..."

Elunara concluded her song and turned to Mathias. "Am I sufficiently punished, or should I do another song?"

"Uh, no, you're free to go." 

She fled without dignity.



Elunara: Mission Specialist Ch. 05



"What's the mission?" 

Elunara shook her head. "I'm stuck in city, babysitting."

"Oof. What of me?"

"Go fleece somebody." She snorted. 

After the delegation left, King Wrynn rubbed his neck and sighed. He felt like he'd rather be a pit fighter than deal with these obnoxious politics. Making his way to his room, he rolled his shoulder. A loud thump had him jolting and turning around. 

The Night Elf woman rose up, bloody dagger in hand. "Are you injured?"

He dropped his stance and blinked. "No?"

Dismissing him, the night elf stooped back down and began to rifle through the body. He started down at her victim. She pocketed a few items, before turning the body over. She tugged a notebook out of her pocket and began to sketch.

"Please explain yourself."

"This bitch here tried to kill you. You're welcome." Once she was satisfied, she tucked the book back in her pocket. "I'll deal with it." 

He continued to stand there blinking at her, as she hauled the body up onto her shoulder and walked off as if she carried a pillow. Curious, he followed her through the castle and outside. 

She dumped the body in front of the guards. "Assassin, deal with it."

"Uh, sure, Elunara." 

Nodding, she turned and jolted. "Oh. Well, this is convenient." 

"Convenient?" His eyebrow shot up. 

Marching past him, she flipped her hair. "I have to check your room for traps."

"Uh, why?"

"Because it has come to the attention of the SI:7, that someone wants you dead. Possibly multiple people. I've been assigned to keep you alive." Over her shoulder, she eyed him and licked her lips. "Not as painful as I expected." She shrugged and headed on. 

"I don't think..."

She held her hand up. "You have an issue with me, you ask Mathias about it. Now if you'll excuse me, this will only take a few minutes." She closed the door in his face.

He blinked at the door with shock. After a moment, she stepped out. "Sweet dreams, hot stuff." 

Somehow, she disappeared in front of his face. 

The next day, she appeared in the main area. "Sleep well?" 

Eyeing her, he sighed. "Fine, thank you."

"Cool." She leapt and grabbed the rafter, pulling herself up.

He stared up at her. "That's... an interesting place to be."

"I'll stay out of your way, do my job, and have a nice little view. She scooted back and got comfortable. Pulling out her sketchbook, she began to work. 

After another round of meetings and paperwork, Varian sighed and rubbed his neck. 

"You know, I'm amazing at back massages." 

Varian looked up. 

"If you want one, of course."

"I'm fine, thank you."

"Your choice." She shrugged.

When he started to walk out, she dropped down, following behind him. "Why are you following me?"

"Because I have to." She tucked her book away. 

"Hm."

"You really carry too much tension in your neck. If you're not having headaches, I'd be amazed." 

"Are you a healer now?"

"I just know bodies." She shrugged.

"What is your name?"

"Name's Elunara, code name "The Whore". Nice to meet you." 

He stopped and stared at her. "The Whore?"

"Before you ask, I chose it." 

"Why?"

"Cause I'm honest."

He blinked at her. "Alright." Shaking his head, he continued on his path. They stopped at the door of Mathias' office. 

"Well, that's the safest place you can be, I'll wait out here." She leaned against the wall. 

Varian stepped into Mathias' office and frowned. 

"Ah, I suspect you've met your tail." 

"What is going on?"

"It's come to my attention that your life is in danger. I've assigned my best agent to keep you safe until we can locate the mastermind." 

"Which is a woman called "the whore"?" He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. 

"I assure you, Elunara is our best. She's difficult to manage and impossible to control, but she does exemplary work. I would trust no other." 

"I see..."

"I have to admit, she can be a bit off putting, but she has a strict code of honor, regardless of how skewed it is. If she presses you for sex, and you tell her no, that's all she requires. She won't ask again." 

"You're... familiar with this practice?"

"She has never actually propositioned me. However, many of our agents can attest to this mentality. To be perfectly honest, no one really knows anything about her from before she came to Stormwind. However, she has pledged herself to the Alliance, and has done excellent work for us for the past fifteen years. I trust her judgment and her opinions are never off." Mathias stood up and sighed. "I should tell you that, while her attention span can be somewhat lacking, I've gotten used to her "requirements". She's the best person for the job, because I gave her a fairly attractive male to keep alive."

Varian blinked. "Do what?"

"Elunara is addicted to sex. It actually does something to her brain if she goes any length of time without it. As a result, one of the easiest ways to keep her in check; is to assign her out in some way that can satisfy that need. I am by no means telling you to have sex with her, but do not be surprised to find your guards in compromising positions." Mathias sighed. "Interestingly enough, men who have had sex with her, tend to become obsessed. As far as I am aware, she does her best to discourage this behavior, but it has led to some very awkward positions. And I don't mean sexually. I'd advise you to keep your hands off of her."

When he finally walked out of Mathias' office, she fell in step behind him. "I assume he gave you "the lecture"." She wiggled her fingers. 

"The lecture?"

"The ol' "Don't fuck Elunara because she'll turn you into a simpering heap of worshipful stupid" speech."

Varian eyed her. "He MAY have mentioned it." 

"He's not wrong." She snorted. 

"ELUNARA!" 

She winced. "Shit." 

A man ran up and grabbed her hands. "Oh, it's so GOOD to see you again!"

"Yeah, uh..." She snapped her fingers.

"Joel."

"Yeah, good ol' Joey. It's been like... five years?"

"Too long." He breathed. 

"Yeah... didn't you get married?"

"She'll be gone in an instant, if only you'll give me the words." 

She flicked her wrist and cut him across the face with her dagger. "Listen here, Joey, my dear... You're going to go home, apologize to you wife for being a total fucking cunt, and then you're going to buy her something shiny. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

He held his face and gawked at her. 

"NOW!" 

Still holding his bleeding face, the man turned and ran. 

"That... was interesting." 

She dismissed her dagger. "Men are goddamned idiots." Glancing at him, she snorted. "Please, when your brain is in your pants, I'm fairly certain you'll turn into a fool as well." She started to walk off, but halted. "Shit, I have a job." Crossing her arms, she seethed. 

He chuckled and continued walking. "I take it this sort of thing happens a lot?"

"Part of the reason I like jobs where I can kill them after I'm done with them." 

"Hm." 

Once they were back in the main keep, she jumped back into the rafters and pulled out her sketchbook. 

A little while later, he sighed and rubbed his neck.

"You really should do something about that." She slid off the rafter. "I'll gladly help you."

He eyed her with suspicion. "I bet you will."

She rolled her eyes. "I can give you a simple neck rub and maintain your dignity. Just sit and let me work."

"Fine." He sat down. 

She ran her hands over his neck and shoulders, before slipping them under the edge of the armor. Soon, he was groaning under her attentions. "Good lord, you're a mess. Have you ever had this done?" She worked him out. 

"You're excellent at that."

"If you'd give me a chance, I'd attack your back. I bet you got some nasty knots in the rest of you."

"Stick to the neck, thank you." 

"Sure, sure." Releasing him, she held up her hands. "How's that doing ya?" 

Shifting and rolling his shoulders, he grinned. "That's impressive." 

"Cool." She jumped back up into the rafters and tugged out her sketchbook.

He eyed her for a moment, before going back to his work. 

After the last delegate left for the day, he shifted his papers around with a frown. Curiosity tugged at him and he looked up. Following her hand, he blinked. "Are you... masturbating?" 

"Cut me a break, I haven't had a dick in like six hours." 

Blinking, he calculated. "While I was meeting with Mathias?"

"Yes." She tugged her hand out of her pants. "After you go to bed, I'll attack me a guard. I've been eyeing a couple of candidates." She licked her lips. 

"I..." He just stared. "I have no idea how to take that."

"Not your job." She shrugged. Sliding off the rafter, she landed at his feet. "Unless you're volunteering." She eyed him.

"I am not."

She shrugged. "Suit yourself. I'll do the night checks, and then you can go on to bed. Think about that back rub." She winked. "I'll turn you to mush and it'll be fabulous." 

He found himself lying in bed, just thinking about her. She spent her nights finding all of the little and interesting secrets about the castle. Finding several hidden passages, she began to mark them out in her sketchbook. Once she was satisfied, she snuck back into his room and sat in the window, just watching. Gods, he was beautiful. She'd give anything to slip her mouth over that dick. 

The following day, she sat in her usual spot while he worked. She was glad to notice his movements weren't as stiff or pained as they had been. It was fairly late when he was finally alone, just piddling with paperwork. 

She dropped down. "Want to go get a beer?"

"Huh?"

"A beer? There's a bar nearby. You can toss on a cloak, nobody will bother you, and we'll make a thing of it." 

"Hm... why?"

"Because I want a drink, and I have to babysit you." She snorted. "Come on, it'll be fun."

"Sure." 

He followed her out in a hooded cloak and wondered why in hell he felt compelled to do this. 

She shoved the bar door open. "The WHORE is IN!" She cried, as she sauntered through. The patrons cheered at her. Wiggling her butt, she made her way to the bar. "Sonny! Two beers. My silent buddy here wants a drink. 

"Anything for you, Lu." He passed em over. 

"Thank ye, kindly." She kissed him on the cheek. Whistling, she sat down next to Varian and passed him the mug. 

"Come on, Lu! Sing!" The barkeep called. 

"Aw, no. Not tonight." She laughed and shook her head. "I just wanted a drink for my parched throat." 

"Sing! Sing! Sing!" The bar began to chant. 

"Oh, fine!" She turned red and brushed her hair back. "Any requests?" 

They began to yell suggestions at her, and finally she giggled, hopped up and sat on the bar. Immediately, she threw her head back and began to sing a saucy tune. All around her seemed to be entranced by her song. Varian marveled at the strange glow. Soon, she had sung four different songs, before flopping back down next to him. 

"Do that often?" He murmured.

She shrugged. "Meh." She chugged the beer. "Now I really am thirsty." 

A man flopped down in the chair opposite them. "I'm fucking sick of you." He growled. 

"Oh, Sam." She sighed. "It couldn't be helped."

"I don't want to hear your fucking lies, you worthless shit!" 

"Sam! Stop harassing Elunara!"

"Its fine, Sonny. He has every right to be angry with me." 

Sam reached out and yanked Elunara's shirt. "Meet me outside!" He growled, before turning and leaving.

"Just stay in here." She whispered to Varian. "I'll be right back." She followed after Sam. 

Varian waited until she was out of earshot, before following behind her. He followed the pair behind the building, and leaned against the wall, unseen. 

"Alright, Sam. What have you got this time?"

"SHUT UP!" He growled. Grabbing the front of her shirt, he shook her. "You stupid bitch, you took my wife from me and all you had to say was "SORRY"?"

"Sam, there were other issues. It wasn't-"

He cracked her across the face. 

Varian started to step forward, but Elunara merely sighed. "Please, Sam. Take your anger out on me. It was I, and I alone who shoved that blade into her chest."

"YOU LEFT ME ALL ALONE!" He shook her again. "Both of them." He knelt down and wept. "NOW YOU'VE TAKEN BOTH OF THEM!" 

"Both...?" Elunara grabbed Sam's arms. "What happened to Kallie?"

"She won't speak to me!" He wept. "She... She..." He punched Elunara in the face. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" 

Elunara continued to stand there as Sam punched her over and over again. When he was near exhausted with it, he crumpled to his knees. 

"Oh, Sam..." She sighed. 

"YOUR FAULT!" He pulled a knife and went after Elunara. She dodged him repeatedly. "THE TWILIGHT WILL FINISH THE JOB FOR ME!" He cried, as he plunged the dagger into his own chest. 

"Sam, NO!" She knelt down and rolled the man over. "Oh, Sam." She sighed and began to search through his clothes. Locating the object she suspected, she sighed. "Just had to follow her, didn't you?"

"Follow her?" Varian stepped out of the shadows. 

"Like I expected a king to follow instructions." She snorted. "Sam here; was married to a lady named Veronica. Veronica was a twilight cultist. I had been tracking her movements for months, trying to find the opening in her story. Then one day, she decided to sacrifice her own daughter. I was... late, but Kallie was stronger than her mother expected. Kallie killed her own mother in order to survive. I took the blame so that no one knew." 

"That's amazing."

"Meh. Well, I've already busted protocol to hell, want to help me bust it some more?"

"By...?"

"I have to search Sam's house. That last little bit about the twilight means that he's a cultist now too." She sighed. 

"Then let's go." 

Leading the way, she made it down to the little one room apartment Sam had restricted himself to. Varian watched with interest as she meticulously took the place apart and managed to make it look untouched when she finished. Her mission complete, she jerked her head. They made their way to SI:7 headquarters. She led the way to a records room and she began to systematically go through them. Pulling the desired file, she flipped it open and compared notes. 

"Fuck." She hissed. 

"What?"

"It's the Twilight Hammer who has a hit on your head." She shoved him the file. "Translation notes."

"I trust your judgment at this point." 

Nodding, she tucked the file away. 

"Excuse me!"

Elunara spun around. "Shit."

"Yes. "Shit." Why do you have a stranger in our records room?" Mathias crossed his arms. 

Varian tugged the hood back. "No stranger than you." 

Mathias' eyebrows shot up. "Elunara... the amount of trouble you are in, may ACTUALLY be a record for you." 

She raked her fingers through her hair. "Yeah, I get that, but I got my first new lead on our assassin." She handed over the papers and objects she had found.

"Well, damn." Mathias flipped through. "That being said, you're going BACK on probation, instead of outright suspension." 

"Am I ever off?" She snorted. "Sir." She hastily added.

"While this is being dealt with, you are off assignment, pending-"

"Actually..." Varian interrupted. "I rather prefer her to stay right where she is."

Elunara blinked.

Mathias smacked his forehead. "Elunara, can you keep your hands off of ANYONE?"

"But... I didn't!" 

"She actually didn't." Varian shook his head. "I've found her company rather enjoyable. This is the first interesting thing I've had happen to me in months." He chuckled. "I see why you find her so valuable. So, please, let's not be hasty." 

"Hey, he's the king and all... sir." Elunara jerked her thumb.

Mathias just sighed. "Fine." 

Elunara ran her fingers through her hair. "Thanks for saving my ass." 

"Well, he did tell me you were a pain in the ass."

"I'm sure he put it more eloquently than that." 

"He did." Varian nodded. 

"You know, I could still give you that back rub." 

He grinned. "Well, I think I'll take you up on that." 

"Sweet." Winking, she licked her lips. "Get down to your pants and lay on your belly. If you want a real go at it, you can always get completely naked." She shrugged. 

She waited outside of his door until he called her in. Slipping into the door, she grinned at his naked body. "Well, then." Climbing on his back, she ran her hands on his back. "Be prepared to pass out." She worked on him for a couple of hours, digging her way through knots as he groaned. 

"You're obscenely good at that." 

"I've been studying male anatomy for over twenty years. My entire existence revolves around men and what I can do to their bodies. I've studied muscle structure, and how to work with it. I'm a pleasure creature." She sat up on her knees. "There ya go. You should sleep a lot easier now." 

He turned over under her. "Not quite." Licking her lips, she looked down at his erection. "Ooo, it's as pretty as I thought."

"Pretty?"

She shifted and slid down him. "Oh, yes." She ran her tongue up the length of him. He groaned and buried his fingers in her hair. "Tasty too." Working her way around, she licked him. Soon she slipped her lips over the tip. Up and down she went, taking in the full of him with sucking movements.

"Gods!" Shuddering, he let go in her mouth. 

Discretely, she emptied her mouth off the side, before returning to lick him.

Chuckling, he threaded his fingers in her hair. "How about you come up here?"

She crawled up the length of his body, stopping to drag her tongue across his chest. "Mm, you're delicious all over." 

He shoved her over. "My turn to see if the same is true of you." She giggled as he slowly tugged her shirt up, sliding his mouth up her belly. Tugging the shirt up, he freed her breasts, before kissing his way around them. He kissed a nipple before sucking gently on it. Pleased at her writhing, he continued to torment her nipples with his tongue and mouth. He wrapped the shirt around her wrists and moved his hands down her body.

Gently, he tugged the pants down, slowly exposing those soft hairs. He kissed his way down, skipping over her center, in favor of her hips. In the crease of her leg, he licked, and teased, before making his way down her leg. He shoved it up, spreading her legs out, as he ran his mouth across to the ankle. She shivered and arched her back, gasping, she began to shake. 

Chuckling, he kissed her foot. "Someone already finished."

"Oh, Gods, don't stop." She whimpered. 

"I had no intention." He went forward and licked her flat, causing her to jolt. Slipping his fingers in, he spread her out, licking the inside of those soft folds. She writhed and wiggled under his attentions, her hands still trapped in the shirt. Chuckling, he shifted upwards and buried himself in those slick folds. Rocking his hips, he took possession of her mouth, his hands roaming her body, as she arched and shook against him. 

Afterwards, she lay beside him and scribbled in her sketchbook.

"Ok, I have to ask, what the deal with the book?" He ran his hand over her back.

"My secondary, less known, compulsion is the desire to draw and write." Grinning at him, she kissed his nose. "Even if it IS in code, no you can't see." 

"You're rather affectionate."

"Do not confuse it with true affection and especially not love. I'm not really capable of either emotion." 

"Hm." He traced her hip with his fingers. "Do you know why I decided to have sex with you?"

"Not really."

"Because you'd rather take punishment from an irate husband, than let a child take the blame."

She jerked a shoulder. "The kid was just trying to live. There was no sense in letting her be further traumatized." 

"Mathias told me that you think your emotions are broken. I think they're just buried somewhere." 

"You're not the first to have that theory." She sighed and closed her book. "I've been spending time with people, trying to understand how they "feel". The end result; is I actually try very hard to protect people's feelings. I'm not very good at it, because I'm selfish to the core. Even before..." She shook herself and turned on her side. "Listen, you should know that I was banished from Darnassus."




Elunara: Mission Specialist Ch. 05



"Banished?" He blinked. "What in the WORLD could upset Tyrande so much that she'd banish someone?"

"I'm not going to tell you." She shook her head. "But the truth of the matter is, that the main reason I was banished, was because I wasn't sorry for what I did. I still feel that I did nothing wrong. I didn't understand the emotions that would require me to feel like I should be blamed."

"That's... unfortunate."

"Never mention my name to her. EVER. Not unless you want an international incident that results in a war." Elunara snorted.

"I'm a little freaked out now."

She shrugged. "Just don't." Running her hand over his chest, she smiled. "Besides, I have pledged myself for the good of the Alliance, no matter what that means. I am no threat to that. Which is why I warn you against mentioning me or... whatever this is."  

"What IS this?" He whispered.

She shrugged. "As long as you don't come at me with professions of love and marriage." Cocking her head to side she frowned at him. "Why DON'T you get a wife?"

"Because I'm still in love with mine." He said quietly.

"Understandable." She popped her book back open. 

"Why don't you?"

"First being, I'm incapable of love. Second being, if I COULD find the emotion of love, what man would be mine, and still let me have all the dicks I'm willing to take at any given moment?" She shrugged. "I also think that your problem is holding to an ideal. I think the reason you didn't flat out tell me no, when that's the one word that would have stopped me, is because the idea intrigued you. You didn't know the KIND of person I was, but sex without bounds? Without a commitment, without a clinger... that was a fascinating thing to consider. You gave in, because my standard lined up with yours. No one else will be able to do that, so long as you're stuck in that mindset."

"You certainly know how to cut through the bullshit to the heart of the matter." He chuckled. "But I think you're wrong."

"About?"

"I think you're capable of love, just not on any level us mere mortals can find. You do something out of compassion; you maintain something out of devotion. Those are elements of love. In fact, friendship is love itself."

"Friendship?" She furrowed her brow. "I don't have them."

"I think you do. At the very least... I think we could consider this a form of friendship."

"I'll accept that if it pleases you." She shrugged. "Though, I hope it involves us occasionally fucking each other's brains out. I rather enjoy that part." She grinned.

Laughing, he twirled her hair. "That's acceptable."

"You don't have to directly ask either. Just stuff your hand down my pants and I'll figure it out." She winked at him. 

He slid his fingers between her legs. When she shifted her leg up, he buried his fingers in her. "Like this?"

"Exactly." She groaned. 

A few days later, she made her way into the Keep. "Howdy."

He grinned at her and leaned his hip against the table. "Hello."

"Well, they busted the assassins. Mathias says you can have your life back, and I've been reassigned."

With a sigh, he frowned at her. "Why am I disappointed?"

Reaching up, she flicked her fingers under his chin. "Later, lover."



Elunara: Mission Specialist Ch. 06



She woke up chained to a rock. Blinking at her bonds, she realized she was in a really stupid position. Rolling her eyes, she turned her head. Behind her, several cultists were discussing a book. 

"I hope you're not expecting a VIRGIN sacrifice!"

They froze. "Why not?" Asked one.

"Honey, I haven't been a virgin in twenty years!"

"Stop with your lies!"

"Seriously, you moron. I'm a Night Elf, I'm in my forties. Hell, it's been longer than twenty years, and probably only a week since my last dick." She snorted. "And why the hell did you chain me like this? I'm supposed to be on my back, facing the heavens!"

"See, I TOLD you that you read the diagram wrong!" One of them hissed. 

"What do YOU know of our sacred rights?"

She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Because I'm a high priestess, you dumbfuck!"

"Prove it!"

"Page twelve, paragraph three, fourth row, CLEARLY states that you must have, and I quote... "A virginal sacrifice, a being of such pure chastity, that their presence may be known throughout the land. Our Goddess of pain and desire wishes to be the only one to taint such a creature." End quote." 

The three men looked down at the book, before scrambling to unlock her from the rock. 

Yanking the book out of their clutches, she flipped to the appropriate page. "Godess, you're all fucking idiots. You didn't even draw the casting circle correctly" She pulled a piece of chalk out of one of the men's hand, and began to systematically draw on the ground. She was completely naked, and all of them stared at her ass. "You must use precise, clear strokes. If you don't do it right, nothing will happen."

"Forgive us priestess." 

"Well, we'll do this right." She flipped through the book. "Now, everyone must be positioned like so..." She considered. "First we must deal with our virgins. You DO realize that, by "virgin" it means male or female, right?"

"What? But, we thought..."

She snorted and snapped the book closed. "Every one of you, who remains a virgin, could be considered a sacrifice. Two things would happen, either she denies you as a servant and the summoning doesn't complete... or the summoning goes through and she rips through all of you like so much fodder."

"What should we do?" Stammered one.

"Ugh, you're all so helpless!" She tossed up her hands. "Fine, I will help you YET again. Those of you that remain virgins, may fuck me until you come. That will fix you."

They looked around and muttered at each other. "All of us?" Asked one.

"If you are all virgins, then yes." She leaned back on the rock and propped her leg up. "Well, line up, get to it. If you're not sure if you qualify, give it a go anyway." 

Far in the distance, a figure in a tree smacked his forehead.

"Come on, don't be shy." She slicked her fingers through her wet folds. "I have already given my body to our goddess, and now I offer it to you."

Nervously, they shifted back and forth, mumbling to each other. 

"You there!" She jabbed her finger at the man. "You are the leader, and you should go first." 

"Me?" He squeaked. Clearing his throat he walked over. "But, priestess, this is most unusual."

"No it's not." She snorted. "Orgies happen all the time in rights. In fact..." She flipped through the pages. "Right here." In the book, she pointed to a diagram. "See?"

The man took the book and blinked down. "Uh, well... we didn't get that far in the book..." 

Smacking her palm to her forehead, she sighed. "By the Goddess! Are you ALL so completely useless?"

"I said we should have read the whole thing first." One of the others hunched his shoulders. 

"Alright, hike the robes and start stroking those dicks; we have an orgy to prepare."

"But..."

She yanked his robe up and wrapped her hand around his dick. "As much as you protest, honeybunch, you sure are turned on by this." Shoving him around into position, she stooped down and wrapped her mouth around the tip of his dick. With precise and controlled movement, she drove him mad with her mouth and fingers. He shook with the force of it, as she moved out of the way. As he blinked down, she grinned up at him. "That's party number one."

The man scrambled back from her, and the second stood up. "I offer my body." He breathed.

"I just thought you might." She winked. Sliding back on the rock, she propped her hands behind her, and spread her legs wide. "Enter me. In the name of our Goddess." 

He stepped forward, running his hands on her legs. "In... the name..." He tugged his robes up, freeing his hardened dick from the confines. "Of the Goddess." He shoved himself into her with a groan."

"Now that's the ticket." She laid her head back and groaned. "Give it to me." She growled. 

Thrusting back and forth, he pumped in and out of those tight folds and thought he'd found the heaven he'd searched after. 

"GIVE TO ME!" She called. "I can handle more than this! For the GODDESS, I COMMAND YOU!" 

The second man pulled himself free and fell back on his ass. Another stepped up and took his place. Soon, the rest of the cultists circled her. She reached out, and tugged up robes, taking a pair of dicks in her hands. With expert moves, she jacked the pair off, letting them explode over her prone body. When another filled her, he stepped back. Leaning over, she slipped her mouth over another cultist.

"Never would I have..." The next stepped forward. "None would have me."

"I need not your confessions; I need to purify your body with my own! Give to me!"

They continued on, in a frenzied orgy of dicks and movements. When she could not take another into her, she took them into her hands, and played with them using her mouth. 

"GIVE YOURSELF TO THE GODDESS!" She called, when the last of them finished his job and moved back into the crowd, she stood and straddled the giant rock. "ACCEPT THIS OFFERING OF MY BODY AND THEIRS!"

When the crowd of men held their arms up and stared at the sky, she swiftly ran through the lot, slitting throats as she went. They all collapsed together. With a snort, she dug through their affects and was gone in an instant.

"You just can't help yourself can you?" Her contact snorted.

"A girl's got to eat." She tossed the book into his hands.



Elunara: Mission Specialist Ch. 07



"Listen, Honey, Stranglethorn Vale is no place for a sweet little night elf like you."

Elunara sighed. "Look, I'm on commission from the SI:7, here are my orders." She held up the paper. "All I'm really asking; is for you to get me to my drop off point."

"Aw, let her, Robert." Another man snorted. 

Robert rubbed his neck. "We just don't have the man power to protect her." He put his hands on his hips.

"I don't need protecting." Elunara shook her head. "I have orders, and I intend to follow them to the letter. Either you let me on yours or I'll go on someone else's." 

"Fine!" He yanked the sheet out of her hand and skimmed it. "But you stay in the center of the wagon and you stay quiet. I won't have your whining drawing attention to us." 

Rolling her eyes, Elunara climbed into the back of the wagon. 

A few days into their trip, one of the men leaned over to Robert. "Sir, I know... I know what you said, but... she's starting to freak me out, and I'm not the only one. She just sits there, never speaking, barely blinking. It's... weird."

Robert sighed. "I'll speak to her."

He made his way over to where she was sitting, quietly drawing on that sketchpad of hers. "Elunara?"

"Hm?" She didn't so much as flinch. 

"I didn't mean for you to stop existing." 

She blinked up at him. "Huh?"

"Well, it's just... when I told you to stay quiet..." He fiddled with his hat. "I didn't mean for you to shut down on us. You can... communicate." 

"Oh." She shrugged. "I didn't want to be a bother."

"Well, I..." He blinked down at her sketchpad. "Is that what you've been doing this whole time?"

She went back at her sketchpad. "It's all I ever do." She shrugged. "My assignment is to chart the area with my work."

"I... I can see how important that is." He breathed. He sat down next to her. "Show me more."

She gave him a cat smile. "Oh, I'll show you plenty." 

Sitting up front, she catalogued the scene as they worked their way through. When the cart broke an axle, she helped get it fixed. When one of the horses came up lame, she helped nurse it. 

Robert leaned up against her. "We should keep you around." He wiggled his eyebrows. 

Giggling, she pushed him away. 

The other men noticed the exchange and rolled their eyes. 

"Looks like Robert finally found his match." Said one. 

"Five gold says he proposes by the end of our run." Said another. 

When they stopped for the night, he made his bed next to hers. She rolled her eyes at the arm around her waist. 

She awoke to rough hands yanking her up. The entire caravan was hauled away. As she looked around, she grinned, her targets had found her. Her months of studying the troll languages in Durotar was about to pay off.

"We found seven men and one woman." The trolls stopped in the center of a ruin. 

The largest troll turned from his position at a giant slab. "A weak haul." He began to examine the prisoners. His attentions turned on the female night elf. He tugged at her ears. "Fascinating creature." He turned her face back and forth. 

"LEAVE HER ALONE!" 

He turned his attention to the men. "Hm." He sniffed. His attention went back to the night elf creature and gave her deep sniff. He laughed. "Do ya smell that, mon?" 

The troll holding on to Elunara sniffed. He began to laugh. "That I do." 

"Yes, she'll be perfect. Prep her!" He gestured. "Then, prep the men." He growled. 

She was stripped naked, scrubbed down, and adorned with jewelry of bone and teeth. Around her waist, she was given a belt of tusks. They chained her face down to a slopped alter that put her ass in the air. The men from the caravan were forced to kneel in front of her alter. She sat up, her arms bound behind her. 

"Elunara!" Robert tried to stand, tears in his eyes, but one of the trolls knocked him back down. 

"Execute them."

At once, most of the men had their throats slit; their blood splatters stained one end of the altar. One of the trolls grabbed Robert by the hair. "Elunara..." He whimpered. She gave a small wince as his blood splashed her face. 

"Curious..." The lead troll grabbed her face. "There is something there..." He began to laugh. "Or should I say... a lack of something there. Was he your lover?" He cocked his head to the side. "You understand me."

She began to sniffle. 

"Oh, stop." He rolled his eyes. "You care less than I do." He shoved her face. "Since you understand me, mon, I'll do you the honor of telling you what I plan to do with you." He laughed. Shoving her head down against the altar, he shoved his finger into her slick hole. After a couple of pumps, he put the hand to his mouth and sucked her off of his finger. "You're delightfully wet. But I smelled that on you. You see, this is a very special altar. To empower it, we cover it in the various body fluids that can be produced. Blood is very powerful, but the female juices..." He shoved his dick into her. "Those are the most potent." He continued to hold her small body down as he worked in and out of her. "For every man that fucks you, we get more powerful. And we'll continue to fuck you until you become a broken shell and the magic begins to wane. Then we'll slit your throat and find a new hole." 

The other trolls began to laugh. 

The leader released himself, before moving around to the front, and yanking her up to his face. "Most don't last very long... but you..." He licked the side of her face. "You are already broken, but... not in that way." She shivered as the next troll shoved himself into her. "You enjoy it." He whispered. "I see it in your eyes. As hard as you are, I can see it in the back of your eyes... I wonder how many we can stuff into you before you stop enjoying it." He shoved her face against the altar. "Bind her down." 

A pair came around and tied her wrists to the ground, immobilizing her to the altar. 

"Fill her up and perform the ritual." He pat her on the head. "Perhaps you'll survive long enough to birth us an abomination and we can sacrifice it on the altar while you watch." 

Her usual ruse gone, she decided to enjoy herself. All in all, it wasn't the most unpleasant of positions, and she briefly wondered if there was a way to make furniture at the same angle. It then occurred to her that she'd actually need a residence to put the thing. She itched for her sketchbook, but knew she was going to have to wait until the idiots fell asleep. 

She was unsure as to what was more absurd, the reason they were currently filling her up with their goo, or the fact that some of the trolls were taking efforts to make sure she got some enjoyment out of it. She was already up to her tenth orgasm, and decided it would make a fascinating record to see how many she could eek out in a day. Damn, she wanted her sketchpad.

Night fell and the bonfires were lit. They began dancing around her, while one of the trolls shoved their fingers in and out, all over again. The altar was tilted, and she could feel the sticky liquid running out of her. The lead troll came up to her again and jerked her face up. He searched her eyes. 

Grinning, he leaned forward. "Oh, yes, we'll keep you for a looong time."

"Are you going to fuck my mouth, or are you just limiting it to my pussy?" She asked, in his language. 

He jerked back and blinked. "What?"

"Usually, you rape types like to shove my mouth over your cock. So, am I going to get to taste some troll dick today, or do I have to wait on some willing specimens?"

After a moment, he began to laugh. "You're... completely crazy." 

"Not the first time I've heard it." She licked her lips. "How about it?"

"So you can steal my mojo? Not a chance, you filthy creature." 

"How about you release me and I show you how filthy I can get." She gave him a feral smile.

He released her and stepped back. "You..." He shook himself. "YOU will make a worthy sacrifice when we're done with you!" 

"Look, you keep the steady stream of dicks in my pussy, and I'll keep lying here like a good little sacrifice." 

"Enough with your trickery!"

"What's with the fear, sugar?" She did her best to cock her head to the side. "I'm the one tied up... you're the big bad troll leader." 

He shoved her head against the altar. "That's RIGHT! You foul little bitch!" He snapped his fingers, and the other trolls stopped dancing and knelt before the altar, holding their hands in the air. The leader pulled out a troll fetish. They began to chat and call; and he shoved the end of it into her wet center. She watched the ritual with some fascination. 

Something went wrong, and she knew not what. They cowered backwards and began to shriek. The leader called out and began to laugh. He yanked the fetish out and licked the base of it. Soon, they all began to laugh, as he plunged it in and out of her repeatedly, letting each troll have a lick at it. Finally, he shoved it back into her, and left it. 

They began to chant and praise, before gathering as a war party and disappearing. She sat there watching the mess in baffled amazement. When she was certain they were all gone, she untied herself and got to work. 

In the morning, she awoke to a dick being shoved into her. "I don't know what's special about you, little bitch." She rolled her eyes at the leader of the trolls fucking her. "But..." He leaned forward and licked his way up her back. "You give good juju to my trolls. We took down an entire camp of those obnoxious ogres."

"Well, good for you." She snorted. "If you wish to keep me in good working order, food would be useful."

"Hm. You have a point." He licked her back again. "Perhaps when I finally sacrifice you, I'll keep these folds of yours and have them made into pants, so I can always have them against my dick."

"If that would please you." She shrugged. 

"You are terrifyingly calm." He muttered. "Maybe I'll spare you... make you my pet."

"Not going to happen." She snorted.

"Want to bet?" He growled.

"Want to know how many have tried?" Before he could blink, she was free of her bonds, flipped around and holding her dagger to his throat. "I'm way scarier than you are, sugar, and I've had just about enough of this ruse."

He awoke later, groaning. Trying to put his hand to his head, he found himself trapped. Wildly, he looked around. 

"Aw, you're awake. How nice." 

He jerked his head and stared at her.

"Fun little role reversal huh?" She ran her fingers across his chest and belly. "Don't bother screaming, they're all dead already." She trailed her fingers across his dick. "A bit disconcerting being trapped at someone else's mercy, huh?"

"What do you want?"

"First? To draw you." She held up her sketchpad. "Then, to study you. I don't get my hands on many trolls. Then... to entertain myself with you." She grinned. "Meanwhile, you and I are going to have a little chat." Using both hands, she rubbed back and forth on his dick. "You be a good boy, and it'll go a little something like this..." She licked the length of him and he groaned. "But, lie to me..." She bent the stiffened dick in half. Smiling at his screech, she patted his belly. "You get the idea."

"YES! YES! Oh, please YES!"

"Yes, MISTRESS, thank you very much." 

"Yes, Mistress." He whimpered.

"Good boy!" She ran her fingers up the length of him. "You know, troll dicks are quite lengthy. Fascinating shape too." 

"Could..." He gasped. "Could you..."

"You aren't asking me for any favors, are you?" She cocked her eyebrow.

"Could you have escaped...?"

"From the beginning? Yes."

"You... sacrificed them." He panted. 

"Them?" She cocked her head to the side. "OH! The humans. Unfortunate. I was merely using them for transportation. Shame about... uh... Roger? No, uh, ROBERT! Yeah, that guy. Bummer. He was kind of nice." She shook her head and added more detail to her sketchpad. "I was going to ditch them off later the next day and offer myself up. I had no idea they'd get caught." 

"Offer?"

"I do this a lot, sugar." She turned his dick this way and that, lifted his balls and gave them an inspection. "Usually, I go for the innocent rapee, but this time I got a bit off my game. You're the first to recognize the deadness." She tapped his belly with her pencil. "I'm impressed. Too bad you're a filth pile." She licked the tip of his dick, before sliding her mouth over. She tugged back. "Hm, not a bad taste... the little early stuff is ok..." She ran her thumb across the wetness that seeped out of him. "Not bad at all." 

"You! You're crazy!"

"Again, not the first time I've heard that." She lifted his balls and inspected his ass. "Fascinating." Taking one of her rounded tools, she pushed it in. She recorded his scream in her book. "Gods, why are men such pussies about that?" She snorted. "You have a wider hole, and yet I can take em better." She wiggled the rod. "About average reaction." She dislodged it and cleaned it off. 

"What is WRONG with you?"

"Asks the idiot who wanted to get me knocked up to sacrifice the baby. Even I'm not THAT psychotic." She rolled her eyes and continued to work on her book. She shifted the skin of his dick and made notations. "So, my new play toy... let's talk." 

She worked him for hours, and just as the sun began to set, he was a whimpering, shivering mass. 

"Aw, you've been a good boy." She patted his dick. Pulling her hand away, she giggled at the sticky mess in her palm. She licked it. "Delicious."

"You've... You've stolen... my mojo." He whimpered.

"But you've done so well!" She smiled at him and brushed her fingers over his cheek. "Would you like released?" Her grin went feral. "Like I promised?"

"Please... mistress." He panted.

She raked her dagger across his throat. "See? A quick release, just as I promised." She smiled at his corpse. Digging out her tools and a fresh book, she dissected the corpse for her special details.



Elunara: Mission Specialist Ch. 08



"You know, this place has some seriously shitty protection." 

Varian jerked up and looked to the rafters. "Elunara!"

"Howdy, sugar sauce." She dropped down. 

"It's been awhile." He leaned against the table and grinned.

"Five freaking years." She laughed. "I'm starting to suspect that Mathias purposely assigns me away from Stormwind."

Varian scratched his cheek. "Might have something to do with me putting in a personal request."

"Now you've done it." She snorted. "There's another sneaky plot, so I got called in." 

"I won't lie; I think I might be pleased."

Rolling her eyes, she leapt back onto the rafter. "Men." She popped out her sketchbook. From her viewpoint in the rafters, she watched all. At the end of the night, she dropped down. "You know I have to check before I can let you in." 

Stepping up to her, he slid his hands down the back of her pants. "You said this was all it took." 

Laughing, she pushed him back. "Let me secure the room first." When she opened the door again, she grinned at him. "Well? Get to it."

He pushed the door closed and slid his hands under her shirt and caressed her breasts. "There have been times, over the years; that I get a near desperate craving for you, and I've never been able to find you. It's quite frustrating, actually." 

"Mm, take it up with Mathias." 

He tugged her shirt up and over her head, before licking between her breasts. "Yeah, like I'm going to admit to that." His fingers found her nipples and tugged. "There's one fantasy, that's been driving me half mad." 

"You know I'll fulfill anything you can throw at me." 

"Mm, good." He turned her around and pushed her face forward on the bed. 

"Oo, I like this. Going to spank me while you're at it?" She grinned. 

"I just might." He slipped both of his hands down her pants, cupping her ass and squeezing. Slowly, he tugged her pants down, taking time to kiss her ass cheeks, before working down to her legs. Spreading her open with his thumbs, he licked the inside. She shivered and groaned. Standing up, he tugged himself free of his pants, slipped in and began to work his way in and out of her gloriously slick folds. "Gods, how are you so tight?"

Gasping, she clung to the bed. "I work out." 

He smacked her ass and had her jolting. "That's for disappearing for five damned years." He growled. 

"Gods, give it to me." She panted. 

As he pounded himself in and out, he smacked her ass again. "That's for worming your way into my brain." His fingers dug into her ass as he filled her. 

"Mm, Varian, someone went aggressive."

"Geez, I'm sorry." He rubbed her ass. 

"What part of "give it to me" did you miss?" She winked. 

Dislodging himself, he began to undress.

She curled up on the bed and just watched him. "You know, I've never come across a man with a body quite like yours."

He grinned. "Really?"

"Mm, you are quite stacked. Tasty too, but who's counting?" She winked. "Been looking forward to getting my hands on you again." 

"So what have you been up to?" He climbed in bed and tugged her on top of him.

"What else? Fucking anything willing to get hard for me." Sliding back on him, she bucked her hips up, before sliding down with a groan. "I want a copy of your dick. It would be my greatest treasure."

He chuckled and grabbed her hips. "Only if I can get a copy of your pussy." 

"I guess some things were meant to be one of a kind." She groaned, as she began to buck her hips up and down. Together, they worked her over until she collapsed on top of him. 

Putting her arms on his chest, she grinned. "You're just pretty."

"Ugh, my reputation."

Chuckling, she pressed her lips to his. 

"You know, I'm going to regret asking..."

"Hm?"

"But what's the most you've ever had in a day?"

"Individual men? Or repeated fucks?"

"Individual."

"Twenty three."

He choked. "What? How? How is that even...?"

"My usual scam, is that I leave myself in the position of being captured, and presenting myself as a tempting target for abuse. So, they drag me back to their camps, and let anyone have a go that wants to. Usually, this goes on for hours, before they give up and dump me off. When they're done with me for the day, I pop up and raid their camp. The biggest camp that's ever been at me was twenty three. And that's only the ones that participated."

"Oh Gods, I'm so sorry." 

"Why are you apologizing?" She cocked her head to the side. "I'm the one who came up with it. I actually quite enjoy it."

"You..."

"Addicted to sex, remember?" Shrugging, she twirled her finger on his chest. "One of these days I hope to break the record." 

"I feel nauseous." 

"You asked. I guess my compulsive honesty can be an issue." 

"I'm more concerned about the people that would DO such a thing to a person."

"Don't worry; I slit all of their throats when I've gotten all I need."

"I imagine you would." He said quietly.

"Oh, don't be like that. It never bothers me. I rather enjoy it. What does bother me; is the thought that they might come across an innocent person and do it to them; or even how many they might have done before me. No one is like me. I know that much." 

He rubbed his hands on her back. "It just seems awful."

"That's what everyone keeps telling me." She kissed his chest. "I'm sorry I ruined your night." 

With a sigh, he closed his eyes. "I just keep imagining you in pain."

"What you SHOULD be imagining, is how much I enjoy having my holes filled, repeatedly, at any given moment."

"That's... vivid." Rubbing her ass, he considered. He licked his lips and grinned. "How about I show you how it's supposed to be done?"

"Oh, I'm always up for instruction." She winked. 

The next day, he wondered why it brought him a small measure of happiness; that she was once again sitting up in the rafters while he worked. He was dealing with a particularly irate man, when she began to softly sing. Everyone paused and looked at up at her. Her voice rose and she swayed her head, getting into the soft and beautiful music. Concluding her mystical song, she returned to drawing as if nothing happened. 

"What was THAT?" The man whispered. 

"I have no idea." Varian blinked. Shaking his head, he turned to the man. "You were saying?" 

"I... don't actually remember." The man shook his head and walked away.

After the man had left, Varian turned to her. "What WAS that?"

"Years ago, I found my singing can calm most beasts and some men. You were having a time with that little weasel, so I figured I'd give it a go." 

"Thank you." 

She shrugged. 

Later that night, she dropped down beside him. "That little brown haired chick desperately wants your title."

"Who? Oh, uh... Misty?" He stretched. "What makes you say that?"

"Because she's certainly not after your dick." Elunara shook her head. "She ALWAYS referred to you as "King Wrynn" with all of her emphasis on "king". "Often, she didn't bother to use Wrynn, and she never once tried to call you Varian. On top of that, she spent less time checking you out and more time looking down hallways and trying to figure the lay out. One COULD claim that she was looking for your bedroom, but every time she passed a shiny surface, she checked her hair and makeup, meaning she's egotistical and vain. She doesn't give a damn about politics, or basically anyone else."

"A fascinating assessment."

"Don't tell me you like her."

"Gods no, she's an obnoxious little twit." 

"In any event, her claim of coming to support her brother was just another shit lie."

"How so?"

"Every time he got emotional over the topic, she'd roll her eyes and fiddle with her hair."

"Emotional? I heard no emotion in his argument."

"Well, I guess you're not as well trained as I am. You'd hear it in the slight hitch in his voice, the increased speed of his breathing, and the occasional, suppressed sniffle."

Varian stopped and stared. "I do believe I should hire you as a consultant."

"Sorry, Sugar. The last time I was put in charge of a diplomatic situation, they STILL call it the "Elunara Principle". And of course, remember, I got myself a "kill on sight" on my ass from Darnassus. My employment might be taken as a declaration of war." 

"Hm."

"I bet Misty goes home and primps in the mirror, calling herself "The Queen of Stormwind"." Elunara snorted. 

Varian snorted a laugh. "I bet she does." 

The next night, she slid off the rafters. "I was warned about taking you outside of the keep at night."

"Were you now?"

"Of course, I've been warned about a lot of things." 

He laughed out loud. "I bet you have. Living up to "difficult to handle and impossible to control"?"

She snorted. "Where do you think it comes from?" She jerked her head. "Come on, let's go get some drinks." 

He tossed on the cloak and followed her down the street. "Same one?"

"Nah, I got another I want to hit. They have-" She jolted as she was hit with a bucket of liquid. 

Varian jolted back and grabbed his nose. "Oh, that's sick."

"HEY!" She jerked her finger up. "YOU WORTHLESS CUNT BUCKET! TAKE THAT SHIT OUT BACK! NOT THE GODDAMNED STREET!"

"WHO THE FUCK WALKS AT MIDNIGHT?"

"It's unsanitary you fuck nugget! You keep that out of the main street, or so help me I'll come up there and slit you fucking THROAT!"

"FUCK OFF!"

"YOU WANNA TRY IT?"

The shutters slammed shut.

Elunara vividly cuss and swore, as she yanked her clothes off and tossed them to the side. Completely naked, she began to scribble runes on the ground with a chalk. Once she was satisfied, she stood in the center, took a deep breath and held up her hands to activate the runes. At once, she was surrounded with bubbling water. After a few minutes, she released and the water dropped to the ground. 

"Ah, much better."

"How... how did you DO that?"

"Stolen magic." She put her hands on her hips. With a sigh, she began to walk again.

Varian put the cloak over her shoulders. "Don't you want your stuff?"

"I don't have pockets in my clothes."

"Uh, where does the book come from?"

"I summon it. More stolen magic." She considered. "I guess I should go find more clothes. The leather shop is probably down for the night."

"What about your place?"

"Don't have one. I sleep wherever I fuck." 

"That's... a little sad."

"Why do people keep saying that?"

"Don't you have a place to rest and relax? Keep little trinkets and keepsakes?"

"I best relax by fucking someone, and I never understood the point of keeping something without a use. Everything I own is in a bank vault, or hidden in some location I can summon it from." She shrugged. "The only thing of value to me is my books." 

"Forgive me, but I feel kind of bad for you." 

"That's your deal." She shrugged. "Here we are." How she picked the lock, he didn't know, but the next thing he knew, she was inside. "Let's see... My order should be... ah hah!" She popped the top of a crate and dug out some clothes. Once she was satisfied, she left a note on top of the box. "Still want to get that drink?"

"You both amaze, and confuse me."

"I get that a lot."

In the early morning hours, he awoke to find her wrapped around him. His fingers threaded through her hair and she sighed. She mumbled something he couldn't understand. Softly, he bent down and pressed his lips to hers and she sighed and responded in kind. His fingers brushed down her neck and she shivered under his touch. Gently, he pushed her back against the pillows, and slid himself into those warms, wet folds. 

With a groan, she shifted her legs around his hips, her arms going around his neck. He moved against her, soft and deliberate, enjoying the feel of his skin against hers. They whispered unimportant words, as their bodies responded together. In and out, he slipped, her insides clamping around him, sucking at his erection, desperate to be filled. He let himself go and buried his face in her hair, inhaling her warm scent. 

"Good morning." She whispered with a grin.

"I'll say." He kissed her neck. 

She shivered. "Took you long enough to find that spot."

"This one?" He kissed her neck again.

She giggled and wiggled. "That's the one." 

"I wonder..." He licked it.

With a gasp, she shook beneath him. 

"I think I like this spot." He went for it again. 

Later, he went through his paperwork, with a little hum.

"Father, you're sounding happy today."

Varian grinned. "It's been known to happen." 

"Not really." He shook his head. 

Elunara dropped down. "I'll be back." 

"Alright." Varian smiled at her. 

"Who is that?" Anduin frowned.

"Oh, that's just Elunara. She's... well, she works for the SI:7."

"What's she doing here?"

"Her job." Varian went back to his work. 

Satisfied with her point checks, she made her way back to Varian and went back for the rafters. 

Later that night, when all was asleep, something caught her attention. Her ears pricked up and she followed the faint sound. 

Varian groaned and woke up in time to see her leave. Curious, he began to quietly follow her. 

Silently, she kept following that sound, until she came to a familiar door. With a frown, she cracked it open and slipped inside. 

Greatly concerned, he threw open his son's door. "What are you-?"

She had a man by the throat, her dagger centimeters from the man's eye. When the door was opened, she jerked back, and the man stabbed her in the chest. She buried her dagger in the man's eye hard enough to pin him to the wall. 

"Shit!" She stepped back. "I needed to question him!"

"Father?" Anduin scrambled back, the blankets held up in front of him. 

"You're injured!" He ran over to her. 

She dislodged the knife. "It's not deep. It just looks scary." With a sigh, she searched the man and retrieved a small package. "Well, with any luck, this was what we were after." 

"Father, what's going on? Why is this woman naked?"

Varian winced. "Uh, well..."

"I work better unhindered." She borrowed the cloak from the corpse. "I'll be out of your way now." She disappeared. 

The next day, he found her. "I have to thank you." Varian sighed.

"For what?"

"Saving my son's life, and saving me from an awkward conversation." 

"Eh." She shrugged. "Anyway, I'm on another assignment now."

He brushed her hair back. "Try not to make it another five years."

"I'll do my best." She winked.



Elunara: Mission Specialist Ch. 09



"Ah, Elunara, the agent I wished to see."

She eyed the soldier in the room, before turning back to Mathias. "What did I do now, sir?"

Inwardly, Mathias rolled his eyes. "Nothing. For now. We're changing how we do things here. From now on, you will be taking your orders directly from Captain Johnathan Renwa here."

"I repeat, what did I do now, sir?"

Mathias waved a hand. "There is entirely too much going on right now for me to give all of my agents personal instructions. I am dividing up my taskforce. If anything, you could consider this somewhat of a promotion, given the fact that Captain Renwa here is one of my best, and will be taking direction directly from me. I also know your other requirement, as you can see."

Elunara eyed the man. "Why do all of my promotions manage to feel like demotions?" 

"Because you're you." Mathias sighed. "Deal with it, make it your own. As you always do."

Renwa nodded. "For the good of the Alliance."

"If you say so, sir." Elunara snorted.

Captain Renwa sat behind his desk and fiddled with his paperwork. He had to admit; Elunara was efficient, if a little disturbing to work with. She never said much, wandered off on a hair, and frequently eyed him like a piece of meat. He'd read Mathias' files on the woman, but he had not been expecting that cold air. The repots from Gerald weren't much better. 

The woman in question was currently standing at attention in his office. "Elunara... perhaps we got off on the wrong foot. Mathias has expressed your rejection of changes to your routine, but I believe we could work together, rather than acting as superior and subordinate."

She rolled her eyes. "Unless you're willing to fuck me, I will continue to treat you as an arm of Mathias and no more than that. I understand the changes to the SI:7 were necessary in the long run, but that doesn't mean I have to like them."

He cleared his throat. "Fine, we'll play it your way."

"My way?" She blinked at him. 

"Elunara, I wonder about you. You have been running missions under me for a little over a month now, and I'm curious. You're ruthless, cunning, and strangely efficient. Yet, you're also a woman."

Her eyes went sharp. "Excuse me?"

He held up a hand with a chuckle. "That just makes your attitude just that much more terrifying. Men cannot compare to the brutal anger of a woman on a mission. But, here's what I wonder... do you get an emotional attachment and just bury it effectively, or are you really so depthless?"

She just blinked at him. "Depthless?"

"Are you all that we see here, or are you more? What are the layers to Elunara, the Whore?"

Cocking her hip to the side, she braced her hand. "And what does any of THAT mean?"

"You're a beautiful woman, Elunara."

She flashed a feral grin. "Now, this I understand." She held up a finger. "I have a personal rule."

"Go on."

"Work stays in this room. If you bring work into the bedroom, I leave. If you bring sex into here, I tell Mathias to get me a new commander."

"I agree to those terms." He nodded. "I'll meet you after work in the bar down the street."

"I know the one."

"Meanwhile, here's your work for today." He pushed a packet over. "Tomorrow you start out, tell Gerald."

"I'll go over it with Gerald today. Tonight..." She grinned. "Tonight is for fun."

The door slammed, and Elunara was pressed up against it. Renwa pressed his mouth to hers, dancing expertly. Her hands roamed up, and before he could react, she had his gear off and in the floor.

"Impressive." He gasped. 

"You haven't seen impressive." She went for his mouth again, enjoying the taste of him, and the expert skill of his lips against hers. Yanking off his shirt, she moved down and ran her tongue across his shoulder, before moving her mouth down his hardened chest and stomach. He gasped when she yanked down those pants and licked the length of him. 

His hands crushed into her hair. "Gods." He groaned, as she slipped her mouth over him. By time she took him in completely, he was shivering and sweating, his hands planted against the door. 

She took him down with greedy little slurps. When she felt the throbbing and twitching of his dick, she moved off, and stood back up swiftly; going for his mouth once again. His hands clung to her hair in desperation, as he came across her legs.

"Mm, you're delicious." She ran a finger over the mess and slipped it into her mouth, sucking him off.

His whole body shivered. "I see... why..." He gasped "You're so highly desired."

"I have more to show." She shoved him backwards.

In the morning, she crept out of his place, snagging her envelope on the way out.

Gerald eyed the sauntering night elf. "What canary did the cat snack on last night?" He snorted.

"Renwa."

"By damn." He laughed. 

She handed over the packet. "Did you read it?"

Gerald struck a match and held it out to the bottom of the packet. Together, they watched it burn, before headed out for their assignment.

Weeks later, Renwa whistled to himself as he flipped though his work for the day. "Enter!"

The man walked in. "Hello, son."

"Father!" Renwa smiled and gestured to the chair. "Have a seat."

"I think I'll stand today."

"As you wish."

"Coming up fast, aren't you?" The man smiled. 

"That I am."

"A man in your position needs a good woman behind him."

Renwa laughed. "I need for nothing, father."

"I'm getting old, and I'd rather like to see some grandchildren before I pass on."

Renwa stifled the urge to roll his eyes. "Then our desires do not overlap. You're not that old, father, you're barely sixty."

"I want you to consider an arrangement I made..."

"Father..." Renwa sighed. "No. Marriage isn't on my plate at this moment."

"You need a woman..."

"I have a woman that keeps my bed at night, and I'm pretty happy with the arrangement."

"Just some whore?" His father scoffed. "Pitiful."

"Actually, she prefers to be called "The Whore" last I spoke to her."

"A woman like that would not be marriage material." He snorted. "You need a calm, sweet wife, one who will keep your home, keep your children."

"I prefer someone with a little more teeth." Renwa grinned.

"A quiet, behaved woman is what you need." He insisted."A temporary hellcat is not enough!"

Renwa rubbed his forehead. "Is that all you came for? To discuss my personal life?"

"Of lack thereof." The man snorted. "Just... keep it in mind, will ya?"

"Yes, father" Renwa sighed. 

Softly, slowly, he danced his mouth with hers, even as he rocked his hips in and out, moving in that tight space. She sighed into his mouth, as her fingers threaded through his jet black hair. Her legs came up and slid across the skin of his hips; her feet brushing up and down his legs.

"Gods, you're beautiful." He murmured. She gasped as he went for that sensitive place in her neck. Shifting on his hands, he began to slam in and out of her, his balls smacking against her ass. Pulling out, he shifted again, pressing himself into the tight confines of her ass. 

She gasped and clung to the sheets, her body arching against his, as she took him in inch by slow inch. When he had to the base, he waited, enjoying the clamp and change of her, before continuing his work on that beautiful hole. His teeth racked against a hardened nipple, and he let go with her as she clamped down completely and shivered.

"Mm, I love when you do that." she purred.

He tugged free with a laugh. "A quiet wife wouldn't allow that."

"What?" Her whole body froze.

"Ugh, my annoying father and his silly wedding plans." Renwa rolled over and took Elunara with him. When she lay across his chest, he brushed her hair back and kissed her. "My father was trying to convince me that I needed to find me a quiet wife to settle down with. Complete and utter nonsense." 

She relaxed and grinned at him. "Why bother?"

"Especially when I couldn't keep you as my Mistress." He laughed.

"I am no one's mistress." She sat up and stretched. "You know, I should show you this fun trick with water..."

"Oh?" 

"Get dressed, we're going swimming." She hopped out of bed.

Days later, with his father's words on his mind, Renwa made his way into a jeweler's. He eyed the available selection.

"May I help you?"

"Yes, can I see that pink one there?"

Feeling like a complete idiot, he made his way home. He knew what Elunara was, and he knew her thoughts on marriage. It would have been quicker, and easier, to have given that gold to a random beggar. As it was, this dumb little box was going to burn a hole in his pocket.

She wouldn't be back from assignment for another week, so he had plenty of time to formulate his plan and exe- He pushed open the front door. "Hello?"

"Son." 

"Father, why did you break into my house?"

"Forgive me, but you weren't in your office."

"Lovely."

"Listen... I want you to meet her."

"Meet who, father?"

"Sabella." His father wrung his hands. "I've arranged you a marriage, if you'll have her."

"Father!"

"Please, just MEET her."

"Ugh, fine. If I do, will you drop this nonsense?"

The tension seemed to go out of his body. "Thank you. She'll be in town in two weeks."

"Two... She's not from Stormwind?"

"She's away on travel with her family." The man waved a hand. "Just meet her, and let her tell you her tale."

Renwa sighed and hid the little box in his drawer. 

With Elunara curled up under his arm, he stared at the ceiling. Tomorrow, he had to meet the woman tomorrow. The woman he actually wanted, was in his bed, and yet, a million miles from him. 

"You're a loud thinker." She mumbled.

"Sorry, my father is having me meet some woman tomorrow."

"Oh?"

"He thinks I require a quiet wife." He murmured. "I don't want a quiet wife." 

"What do you want?" 

"You."

"Cute." 

He chuckled. "It is... isn't it?"

Her hand slid down under the covers. "As well as obvious." She stroked the length of him. 

When he groaned, she slid her body over his and captured his mouth. They danced lips and tongue together in a gentle musical mating dance. He explored her mouth, savoring the flavor of her. Bucking her hips, she slid down onto his waiting erection.

The next day, he blinked at the woman who walked into the door to his office. "You must be Sabella."

"Yes." She said quietly. "Our fathers are both eager for us to meet. I know I am supposed to meet you at the inn, but I was just so curious..." 

"That's fine." He stood and smiled at her. "I just finished up work for the day. We can both walk down to the inn together."

"You're very handsome." She blushed.

Over the next few weeks, when Elunara was on assignment, he patiently spent his afternoons in the company of Sabella. He didn't dislike Sabella, he just didn't particularly enjoy her company. The main reason he kept up the contact, was his father's exuberance over the meet ups. It also eased the pain of Elunara's absences.

"Whore, your current assignment will take you deep into twilight territory. You will, as usual, have the Shark to back you up, but this is dangerous and we have no idea where this will lead." 

"You know me." She took the packet. "I love the challenge." 

He took her wrist. "Be careful." Searching her face, he sighed. "Forgive me." He released her. 

She glared at him for a moment, before turning and walking away. 

That night, she came to his door. "You broke my rule." 

"It was a slip, it won't happen again."

"You're right. It won't." She turned and walked away.

Renwa openly stared at Mathias. "She WHAT?"

"She's asked to be assigned to a new commander."

"But, why?"

Mathias raised an eyebrow. "Why, indeed."

In his office, Renwa laid his head on his desk. 

"Sir?"

With a sigh, Renwa straightened himself. "Ah, Jordan, please bring me the reports."

"Sir? Are you ok?"

"I..." He reached out. "I'm fine, give me my reports."

Later that week, he walked through Stormwind, hand in hand with Sabella. How he had wished to do the same with Elunara. Pausing over a bridge, he ran his thumb across the top of her hand. "Sabella." He stooped down and pulled out the small box. "Will you marry me?"

She gave him a benign smile. "Of course."

The next day, his father appeared in his office. "I knew you'd see it my way!"

Renwa sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I guess it was just an eventuality. "

"Cheer up, son, you're getting married, you're not attending a funeral."

"To you."

"This will be an efficient match; I just know it will be."

"If you say so." Renwa ran his fingers through his hair. "Father, were you and mother an arranged match?"

"You know we were. What a silly question."

"And you were happy enough... I guess that's why you want me to do this so badly." 

"Of course, anything to see my son happy."

Over the next few weeks, Renwa buried himself into his work and ignored all of the wedding planning his father was doing. In fact, he had banned his father and Sabella from his work place. A scant four days before the wedding, he pulled himself out of his misery.

"Sir, the..." Jordan frowned at Renwa.

"Forgive me, there's something I must do." Renwa shoved his way out of the office. 

Making his way through town, he found the building that he remembered as Sabella's house. Without waiting for an answer, he shoved the door open. What he found, were many people gathered around in a circle, covered in robes. 

"Cultists!" He gasped and pulled his sword.

One tossed his hood back. "Son! No, it's not..."

Sabella pulled a dagger and shoved into the man's chest. "GRAB HIM! We need him!" 

Renwa fought the cultists back. Jordan had followed Renwa and jumped into the fray, helping to take down the ring of people. Sabella continued to yell and cast her spells at him. Finally, he plunged his sword into her chest. 

6 years later

"I'm sending you to Draenor." Mathias tapped his fingers on the desk

"I wondered how long it would take you to send me." Elunara flashed a quick grin.

"I'm assigning you under General Renwa."

"Hm."

"If you can set aside your differences."

"I know I can." She shrugged.



Elunara: Mission Specialist Ch. 10



"Vol'jin! We found this Night Elf sitting on a hill nearby. She surrendered and speaks in our language." 

"Bring her forward."

The pair of trolls showed the night elf to the floor.

"What brings ya ta me?" He leaned back.

Grinning, she pushed a sketchbook across the floor. "I wish to draw you."

Eyeing her, he picked up the book and flipped through. His eyebrows shot up. "This is..." He eyed her. "What's your game?"

"No game." She shook her head. "I'll be straight with you. I have one desire in life, and that is to draw naked men. Who best to draw, than the heads of all factions? You can see Thrall in there, and after I leave here, I'll try to convince Cairne."

"Why should I agree to this?"

"Because you're intrigued." She grinned. "Look, I'll even show you one of my secrets." Flexing her hand, she held her dagger. She tossed it to him. He eyed the dagger with some curiosity, before she flexed her hand and held it again. "It's enchanted. It will always return to me. You could kill me now for that alone, but, I don't think you will." 

He laughed. "Ya run a risky gambit."

"That I do. You put me somewhere, and I'll sit there until I get my drawings. Then I'll disappear and you never have to see me again." 

"Hm." He flipped through the pages. "I guess your gamble paid off, because I will allow this. If only for the curiosity."

She grinned and licked her lips. "Delightful." 

With a hearty laugh, he pointed to a spot. "There."

"Of course." She bowed and moved over, taking back her sketchbook and pencil. 

He tracked her throughout the day, and true to her word, she sat and sketched. Leaning over, he peered at her book. 

"Yes?"

"Interesting." 

"I do preliminary pose sketches and I'll add detail as I have time to." 

He nodded and returned to his work.

That night, he stretched. "What should I do with you?"

"If you don't mind, I can sleep on the floor in a corner. I won't be obtrusive, but I'd like to continue my work until I have a good picture."

He considered. "Fine." He jerked his head to the side and went upstairs. He pointed. "You, there."

Nodding, she got comfortable and went back to her work. 

Leaning back in his bed, he eyed his little guest. "How late to do you intend to do that?"

She shrugged. "If you cannot sleep until I do, then I will quit for now." She tucked her stuff away and curled up in her spot. 

He tapped his fingers, before closing his eyes. 

In the morning, he found her sitting up, working in her sketchbook. "Good morning." She did not smile. 

Narrowing his eyes, he walked over. He eyed the new pose.

"Forgive me, I don't require much sleep. You were kind of cute, curled up like a baby."

He let her follow him around for several days, periodically checking her work. What he saw; impressed him. "Looks like you're set to leave soon."

"Possibly... unless you're willing to let me get you naked." She gave him a feral smile.

"Hm." 

She lowered her voice. "I'll make it worth it."

"Will you now?"

"There's a secondary thing I enjoy... and only men can give it to me." She grinned with her teeth showing. 

"I'll consider it."

"That's all I can ask." 

That night, she followed him up to his room. He eyed her. "I'll get naked if you get naked first."

She snorted. "Is THAT all?" Yanking her shirt off, she tossed it to her corner. "I'm happier when I'm naked." She pushed her pants off. "Satisfied?"

He followed afterwards. "There." 

"However you're comfortable." She eyed him. "Can I move this basin thing?" She pointed. 

"Sure." 

She picked it up and sat it to the side. Blinking, she stared at him. "Warchief." 

"What?"

"You will be... Warchief." Violently, she shook her head. "WHAT is in that thing?" She pointed. 

Standing up, he grabbed her face in his fingers. "What makes you say that?"

"Because it gave me an instant headache."

"No, the other thing."

"Uh... I moved it because it was in my way."

"You have no idea what you said when you breathed it?"

"I said something?"

He held her head over the basin. Her eyes rolled up into her head. She began to speak in elvish and he couldn't understand a word she said. Softly, her body began to glow. When he released her, she grabbed the edges of the basin and continued to speak. "Trust the alliance of the sea, when the tyrant takes over the fortress of the red." 

"What?" 

"Trust her." A voice whispered from nowhere. "Give her what she wants." 

He looked around. The Night Elf collapsed to the floor. The whispers grew stronger, more obscure, yet more insistent. Lifting her head, he frowned. She was completely gone. "Why would I be Warchief?"

"Your people will be freed, they will stand strong again."

He blinked. She was still completely out, but her mouth was moving. 

"The Goddess decrees it. The sea witch must be slain."

"What?" He brushed her hair out of her face.

"Give yourself to her." The whispers began again. "Receive her blessing. Free them." 

"Spirits save me." He whispered. "I will do as you bid." He smacked her face.

Jolting upright, she blinked at him with eyes that didn't see. "I crave them." She whispered. "I need men, bring me them, I must have their power." She hissed. 

"I will give you myself." He replied. 

"The strongest one. This pleases me." Reaching up, she grabbed his dick. "I need it!" She froze and blinked. Staring up at him, she coughed. "Uh... I'm lost."

"The spirits guide me... and they tell me I should let you have what you want." 

"In that case." She released him and stood up. "We should do this right..." Careful to avoid the smoke, she shifted the basin again. "Lie down please."

"Like this?" He lay on the bed.

Meticulously, she because to pose and arrange him. When she was satisfied, she began to draw. Occasionally, she would shift him again. After many poses and sketches, she sat down her sketchbook and made her way over to him. 

"Now for my favorite part." She purred. Making her way over, she brushed her hand up his dick. "Nice and hard."

"The spirits, they be loud and insistent. Have ya way, mon; and then leave me be."

"Don't be like that." She continued to stroke him gently, her hand working up and down. "I refuse to take an unwilling partner."

"I never said I be unwilling." 

"Your words say one thing, your attitude another." Bending down, she licked the length of him. "You do not like to be commanded, you like to be the one to command." She grinned up at him. "How about I let you take me? Show me what you want, command me to do your bidding. It is the same either way for me."

"That be so?"

"It is. Your nosy spirits should not argue against that."

"Then suck it, show me what you do."

"As you wish." She slipped her lips over the tip, sucking gently on it. Up and down her hand caressed, as she increased the length she took. He groaned and grabbed her hair, pushing her ever further. Sucking in little slurps she took the length of him down, before he was deep into her throat. Pulling back, she began to move. Over and over, she pumped her mouth down his massive dick. 

"Now, fuck it."

Moving off of him, she licked her lips. "At once." Standing up, she moved over him. He grabbed her hips and shoved her down on top of his dick. She gasped at the size of him, but soon bucked her hips up and down. His fingers dug into her skin. "Use me." She whispered. "Make me yours."

"You won't be mine." He growled. "You are nothing to me."

"Never." She breathed. "I am your toy. Fuck me and be done with me."

One of his hands shot out and grabbed her by the shoulder. He tugged her down and bit her shoulder. The other continued to cling to her hip as he bucked upwards into her. 

"Yes! Give it to me!"

Shoving her over, he buried himself in and out, slamming her against the bed. His hips pumped and scooped, filling her with a growl. Arching against him, she let herself be driven into that final finish.

He rolled off of her and stared at the ceiling. "The spirits are quiet once more."

"The spirits are none of my concern." She sat up and reached for her pencils.

He grabbed her arm. "You will be felled by an orc of iron."

"What the hell does THAT mean?"

"I have no idea. The spirits..."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." She tugged over her sketchbook and sat up. 

"What are you doing now?"

"I like to sketch the after." She winked. "If you want a few more go's..."

"You will be gone by sunrise."

"As you wish." She nodded her head.



Elunara: Mission Specialist Ch. 11



A lone night elf sat on the edge of the rock, careful to not move. It had taken her quite a bit of time to map the entirety of the city, and even longer to locate it's Warchief. Her spot was perfect. She watched him for days on end. Tonight, she'd make her final move. Already knowing his language, she worked on her sketches. She left her last few pages in her sketchbook for just him. Waiting was half of the fun.

This one was the disciplined sort, and she knew his schedule by heart. When he went into his hut and closed the flap, she already knew how long it took him to fall asleep. Slowly, carefully, she made her way down and snuck, still stealthed, into his tent. Finding her corner, she waited. When his breathing was even and his body lax, she went to work, prepping the room.

Opening his eyes, he awoke to the stars. Sitting up quickly, he looked around at the endless skies around him. The only thing near him was the soft straw bed he lay on. His eyes fell on the small orc woman sitting in front of him. "Who are you? And, where am I?"

"I am whoever you want me to be." She smiled. "We are in that place between twilight and the spirits."

"What?"

"You ask the spirits for guidance, and they send you to me. I am not to tell you, but for you to decide." 

"Decide?"

"Perhaps to understand, you need only ask the right questions." 

"I know not how to lead my people." He confessed. "I wish for the spirits to teach me."

"It is a wise leader that knows when to ask for assistance, it is a poor leader that waits to be told what to do."

Sighing, he rubbed his hand across his chest. "So... no."

She spread her hands out. 

"Then give me guidance. Show me what you can."

"The spirits hear you, but it is the elements that will save you." 

"What does that mean?"

She hesitated. "This is their decree."

"That makes no sense." 

Shrugging, she leaned forward. "I do not believe I am here for just that."

"What?"

"The spirits sent an avatar; however, my shape is controlled by you. Why else do I look this way?"

His face went hot. "That makes no sense either."

"Somehow, I don't think this is my final form." She shivered and shimmered as she put her hands in the dirt. The illusion began the change shape. 

"A night elf that can speak my language." He breathed. "I know of you."

"That you do." She whispered. "But it is more than that. You know of me, you crave to meet me." Her smile went feral. "You want me."

"Why would I?"

"Why indeed?" Walking forward on all fours, her body slinked like a cat. "You want me." She whispered, her mouth a hair's breath from his. "I'm easy."

"You're terrifying." He whispered. "You tore my men apart; you left my best man as a former shell of himself." With an involuntary shiver, he leaned further back. 

Putting a hand on his chest, she shoved him back. "You want me, I know this. You crave me. You could have me you know."

"I... No. No, never."

"I would be neither mate, nor slave to you." As he lay back on the bed, she was completely over him. "A night elf, a taboo, a secret desire. Take me, Go'el, take me. Not as a mate, not as a lover. Take me as a man who has needs he never meets."

"You tempt me, evil spirit." He growled.

"The spirits sent me, not as a temptation of the flesh, but as a relief from the pain. From this loneliness you inflict upon yourself."

"What?"

"They will send you a wife, they will send you children, but that is time away. For now, have me in their place."

"They will?"

"Your deepest wish will be yours... eventually."

He shoved her over. "You do not lie?"

"Why would I?"

With a growl, he took possession of her mouth. "If I do this, my prayers will be answered?"

"The most beautiful and fiercest she wolf you have ever met. She will guide you."

"Then I take you."

The illusion on her body dispelled and she was naked to him in a flash. "Fill me." 

He started to remove his pants, but realized that he was naked as well. Dismissing the strangeness as part of the dream, he buried himself into her waiting wetness, scooping and shifting his hips. In and out he worked, while her legs came up and around his hips. After a few moments, he let go. 

She tossed a powder in his face and knocked him out. "Damn, I had high hopes for you." She sighed. 

In the morning, Thrall awoke with a groan. That dream was weird and unsettling. Spotting the sheet of paper, he snatched it up. 

"My name is Elunara. May your wishes be fulfilled." Was all that it said.