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A Day in Church
Petric trod into the Cathedral of Light during moonless midnight. The sun had been down for a good six hours at least, and the large centre of worship in Stormwind was utterly silent. Candles flickered fitfully, several dozen of the thick waxen stems placed along walls, chandeliers and in metallic candle holders. Only a few people were there, scattered among the columns and benches.
Most of those were priests or priestesses.
He saw one of the men lighting a candle, then leaving through one of the many doors. Only two female acolytes were left, a young woman with red hair and face speckled with freckles -- quite pretty, really.
The second one was not actually human, but Draenei.
He had gotten used to the strange aliens. Despite that he could remember clearly a time when even the sight of a dwarf or gnome had been unusual, the azure-skinned humanoids seemed to have integrated into Stormwind perfectly.
No one even raised a brow at them any more.
Well, not unless they saw them performing one of their more...outlandish festivals or ways of behaviour.
The woman -- the creature -- came over to his side, leaning over to re-light one of the flickering candles.
„Greetings. Welcome, and be at peace."
He nodded in response. Their accent was still peculiar, but not unpleasant. Looking up, he blinked.
Petric doubted very much that clothing from the clergy was made to expose as much as that. The woman's cleavage clearly showed, some of the brilliant-blue skin lighter then other parts of her body.
The Draenei noticed his lingering gaze and offered a small grin, showing a row of white teeth.
„I am Seriva. Go ahead and enjoy the magnificent view of the....Cathedral."
She sat down next to him, kneeling beside him in a way which offered him a clear view down her low-cut dress.
Petric cleared his throat.
Well, that was certainly one of their outlandish ways. They had little shame. He could never decide whether he liked or disliked that quality. Part of him wanted to tell her to throw on something more...conforming. Another part....
„Thank you, milady." He replied politely.
„Oh, Seriva. Come here, you." The human woman had walked up, pulling the Draenei to her feet. „Let's go. We have tasks to be about, and not everyone is as used to your...ways as I am."
The woman, who seemed younger, sounded for all things like a mother.
„ I am sorry, milord Paladin." She recognized him from the training grounds, clearly. „She has not yet gotten...used to life here. What you can say. And what you cannot say to a stranger."
She emphasized the last words with a meaning glance at the Draenei -- Seriva? - who seemed unaffected by the admonishment.
"It's fine."
"See, Cat? It's fine! Stop being such a prig!" The blue-skinned creature pulled loose and sat down again, grinning.
"We have....Paladins too, you know. Vindicators. Strong men hunting the foul and the corrupted. Are you like that, hmm?" She pressed against him now.
Her breath smelled lightly of spices and herbs and the feel of her breasts, even through the dress, was clear. Very pleasant.
He even felt his cock rise quickly, a surprise. Usually it required far more. He was young, but no boy. Yet she was...he looked at her. Black-haired, blue-skinned, exotic and enticingly beautiful.
Sexy.
Seriva's smile widened and nostrils flared.
"Seriva! Stop teasing the man!" Cataryn attempted again to pull her to her feet but the other acolyte managed to dodge somehow, looking up at her.
"That's you, not me, Cat." She grinned at the other woman. "I don't tease, remember?"
She grasped his left hand, pulling it and cupping it around her right breast.
"Go ahead -- feel it. I don't share your human aversion to...this" She pressed closer, inhaling audibly as his hand tightened slightly.
He squeezed her a little, revelling in the feeling. It had been some time since he had last done this, yet he did not share some of his...associates feelings on this kind of amusement.
"Oh, for the lights sake! Out here?! Don't be such a Flip-skirt, Seriva!"
"Oh...shut up, Cat. You humans are...oooooh...far too....uptight!" The draenei purred, tail lashing much like a cat's as it squirmed on her floor.
Petric shot a quick glance at the freckle-faced human acolyte before continuing, squeezing the Draenei's large mound. With a quick look at her face, he put the second hand on her other breast, fondling both of them before leaning in, kissing her.
She ferociously met his lips, kissing, nipping and even biting lightly. Her tongue tasted the way she smelled, spicy and exotic. Her hands roamed his lower and upper body, seemingly without plan and more by instinct.
"Oh...yes..." she panted, leaning her head to the side. "Such honesty and...forward for a human..go on...please"
Cataryn looked furious.
"Honesty Is a virtue, isn't it?" He asked, grinning, before leaning in, kissing and licking his way along her jaw, to the base of her thin tendrils.
She twitched, rocking against his body violently, when he licked that base of one of the strands.
"Oh..indeed....aaah!"
Cataryn had pulled the Draenei to her feet, her other small hand firmly wrapped around part of his wrist.
"You should know better then this, Paladin!" She hissed, bright pink marking her cheeks. "Come here, now!"
The smaller human woman nonetheless managed to push them both ahead of them, toward the private quarters of the Draenei priestess-in-training.
