Azerothian Dream Ch 03

(Original publication: 11/17/2021

Editorial changes, updates, and few minor changes: 2/24/25)

Chapter 3- Ticket to Ride

1 year and 9 months after my arrival in Azeroth. 3 months after leaving Thorium Point to find Pinkerpie-

Overseer Oilfist was fit to be tied when I returned with five women in tow and no caravan. However, Pinkerpie was my savior. She marched up and waved her fist just below his nose as she growled, "You listen here old greasy hands, this man just cleared out a nasty gang of bandits, kidnappers, and rapists from your lands! He even rescued one of your people!"

He looked at her testily, but as she went on, his eyes opened wide with surprise as he looked from her to me and asked, "Is this true? Did these bandits do these things to one of our daughters?"

"Yes, sir, they did," I replied as I waved for Ebonae to come forward.

Once she approached she threw back the hood of her cloak, stood to her full four foot height, and declared, "Ma name be Ebonae Rubyheart. Ma parents were of nae status, but that did nae keep the bandits from raiding our home or killing 'em all the same. I was their only daughter and just recently came o' age. Now, I be defiled. If it were nae for this hero, there is nae doubt that I would have been defiled until I was nocht more 'an a hollow vessel just as ye can see the human woman is."

"Ebonae Rubyheart," Oilfist mumbled as he tried to remember if he knew her family. When he was unable to recall he looked up, "Nae matter ye status, ye'r of Dark Iron blood. If ye wish it, I will find a home of yer own or a family to take ye in."

Ebonae shook her head and moved until she was standing half behind me as she replied, "The only one I wish to stay with is him."

"Lass, he do be a married man," Oilfist retorted in a patient tone, "I do nae think ye will find it an amicable place to live if Birdette thinks ye'r trying to steal her husband."

"I nae said I desired to be his lover," Ebonae retorted with a shake of her head, "If I do be to be put into a stranger's home, then I choose him. After all, he was the only one there to rescue ma when nae one knew I existed."

"Fine fine," He relented as he shook his head in dismay, "I will talk to Birdette and explain that I am putting ye under her care."

Then looking up at me he growled, "I do be sure I do nae need to warn ye, if this lass somehow comes down with a case of being pregnant, I will nae kill ye, Birdette will!"

"Actually, greasy hands," Pinkerpie interrupted, "If Ebonae or I get pregnant this next month it has nothing to do with Hruthgar here at all. I wasn't exaggerating when I said that those bandits were rapists as you can see plainly by looking at Jane, Pohcar, and Coonli."

"How many bandits were there," Oilfist asked as he regarded each woman carefully.

"Ten," Pohcar answered.

"Yes, and Hruthgar killed all of them single-handedly," Coonli testified.

Oilfist looked surprised as he looked back at me with newfound respect and said, "Really?"

Agnes approached and looked over Jane. She used two fingers to open her eyelids wider, and then used a finger to see if Jane would track it to no avail. Looking over to Oilfist she reported, "This lass's mind do be broken just as Ebonae said. She do nae be but an empty vessel now."

"What should we do with the lass," Oilfist asked.

"There be nocht we can do for her," Agnes answered, "She can nae fly in her current state of mind, or pregnancy. If Pinkerpie's caravan were here, I would say to send the lass to her people, but nae to be so."

"Well, my caravan is currently stranded," Pinkerpie said with a shake of her head, "The first thing those bastards did was take my animals butchered one, and sold the rest! I will have to travel to Dun Morogh or Loch Modan to buy livestock before I can get my caravan up and moving again."

"I see," Overseer Oilfist mumbled.

There would be other traders. He knew this, but Thorium Point relied on imports of foodstuffs and textiles they couldn't produce. Their main export was iron, gems, armor, and weapons. With Pinkerpie's caravan waylaid, they would have to ration foodstuffs and the more commonly used products bought from traders and transported in bulk.

"If I pay ye now for the goods we ordered, how soon can ye leave and return with livestock to get yer caravan underway?" Oilfist asked.

Pinkerpie looked down and thought the question over while tapping a finger on her overly plump lips. When she looked up she answered, "First, I will need to be able to fly to Thelsamar, Kharanos, or Ironforge. If I can procure all the animals I need at any of those locations then I will also need to hire new employees to help with the animals and to drive the wagons. If I can procure everything I need in Thelsamar it will take from twelve weeks. If I must go to Kharanos or Ironforge it will take six months before I return with my caravan. However, if I must travel to Booty Bay then it could take a year or more."

"Then, do I have yer permission to send ma men to yer caravan and recover our wares in the meantime," Oilfist requested.

Pinkerpie nodded her concent, but then added, "I don't see why not. However, you should send Pohcar, Coonli, or Ebonae with your men. There are spoils from the bandit camp that are theirs. We split the bandit booty between the four women as reparations for the kidnapping and rape and murdering of family and friends."

"Agreed," Oilfist replied with a hand held out to shake, "And I will purchase their wares as well. I will even give the lassies a fair market price too!"

"I knew there was a reason I liked you, greasy hands," Pinkerpie chuckled as she took his hand and shook it.

----(!)----

With the report and negotiations concluded, Oilfist handed over a bag of gold and silver to me for my work after which he led Pinkerpie and the others to the inn. Tossing four coins to the innkeeper, one Thadlan Ironhearth, Oilfist commanded, "Put these ladies in rooms. They will be staying with us for a while!"

Seeing that Pinkerpie and the others were being cared for, I left the inn and made my way down the street to a small house that served as my and Birdette's home. Throwing the door open I called out, "Honey, I'm home!"

I heard a startled yelp come from the bedroom and then Birdette came rushing out and threw her arms around my waist and hugged me and she cried, "What took ye so long!"

I kissed her as hard as I could and squeezed her as tight as I could before I withdrew just enough to say, "I stayed in the mountains so as not to confront any of your kin."

Birdette was listening, but while I was gazing into her eyes she glanced behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Ebonae silhouette the door just as Birdette asked, "Honey, who is this?"

"This is Ebonae," I answered as I set Birdette down and took her hand, "Ebonae, this is my wife, Birdette."

"It do be nice to meet ye, Birdette," Ebonae greeted.

Birdette didn't know how to respond, so I pulled her toward the dinner table and motioned for Ebonae to follow. Once I had both women sitting down I asked Ebonae to tell Birdette what happened to her. Once Ebonae started her tale I went to see my little girl.

I found Amberdine swaddled in her bassinet and sleeping. I was instantly wonder-struck. I stared at her for a long time as memories of what I saw at the bandit camp haunted me. The one thing I had to do with my life in this world was keep my girls safe. With a sigh I caressed Amberdine's cheek and then returned to the common room. I found Birdette weeping. Motherhood had softened her in some ways and hardened her in others. She was too callused by sharp realities of life in Blackrock Mountain to cry openly, but she was still empathetic toward Ebonae like a mother would be. No doubt she saw our little Amberdine in Ebonae and the thought of our daughter going through what Ebonae had incensed her. When Birdette saw me, she came to me and hugged me tight as she said, "I understand. Of course, she can live here with us. For as long as she needs to. I will make a bed for her in Amberdine's room!"

I nodded. She gave me a loving smile and a kiss then pulled away and rushed off to the nursery to prepare a place for Ebonae.

----(!)----

Later that evening, as Ebonae and Birdette worked together to make dinner there was a knock on the door. Both women looked over at me, and I nodded. Grabbing a pistol, I walked to the door and opened it just a crack, and asked, "Who is it this late in the evening?"

"Is that how you greet your master," Asked an all too familiar voice.

Swinging the door open with a chuckle, Birdette gave me a curious look as Pinkerpie walked into our home followed by Coleson.

"What the hell is that?" Birdette shrieked which immediately woke up Amberdine who was sleeping again.

"I am calling him a Darkflame Lion," Pinkerpie chuckled as Ebonae went to tend to Amberdine with a skin of milk, "He is your husband's pet. Despite never having received training in the art of taming beasts. Especially, exotic beasts such as this one!"

"Exotic?" I parroted.

"Yes, precisely," Pinkerpie chortled triumphantly, "Coleson is a rare animal born closely connected to the earth and fire elements. In a way, he is an elemental beast, and as such more intelligent than most other animals who operate solely on instinct."

Chuckling as she shook her head and patted my thigh, Pinkerpie carried on, "The fact that you tamed him, Hruthgar, is frankly nothing short of amazing!"

"It's because he wanted a companion as much as I needed one," I said.

"Mmm, that actually makes sense," Pinkerpie agreed with a nod before turning and crossing the room to sit near Birdette in the kitchen as she continued, "Actually, I am here to ask for your permission, Birdette, to take Hruthgar with me when I leave."

"Why should ma husband go with ye?" Birdette asked as she stopped preparing the food and turned her full attention to Pinkerpie.

"Simply put, Hruthgar is a hunter with no formal training," Pinkerpie explained, "I can help him with this since I too was a hunter. He has exceptional potential, otherwise I wouldn't bother."

"Ye want him to go with ye and become a hunter," Birdette said while shaking her head, "However, all I desire is for Hruthgar to be a good father and husband."

"Admirable and completely normal," Pinkerpie admitted with a nod before going on, "But, Birdette, have you ever left this barren wasteland of a valley? Have you heard what is happening across Azeroth? A spaceship with supposedly friendly Eradar has fallen from the heavens. The High Elves after years of self-imposed exile now call themselves the Blood Elves and have joined the Horde. The Dark Portal to the south is open. There are undead roaming across the Eastern Kingdoms and Demons everywhere else. In this world, there are two types of people, the victors and the victims. If you keep Hruthgar here you may be fine. The tides of war may pass by you, or they just might drown you in hellfire. By training Hruthgar all I'm doing is giving you a fighting chance. That's all."

Birdette looked from Pinkerpie to me, and then back to the very attractive goblin apprehensively before answering, "Just-- Please, do nae let anything happen to him."

"You have my word I will do everything in my power to bring Hruthgar right back to you," Pinkerpie promised.

"Fine, you win," Birdette said as she stood up and threw herself into my arms.

Pinkerpie gave me a rueful smirk before getting up and leaving to return to the Ironhearth Inn.

----(!)----

Birdette lay on my chest. She was breathing hard and sweaty from her exertions to satisfy her desires. She propped herself up on her elbows so that her smoldering, elementally-enchanted, fiery-tipped, ebony hair fell down her body and hung all around my face as she purred, "Do ye be missin' ma?"

Gazing as intensely into her fiery eyes as she was into mine, I replied, "Every minute of every day!"

She kissed me more fiercely than she ever had before. When she finally pulled away, she whispered, "Ye better take advantage o' ma now because when ye return I do be big and round!"

I gasped and pulled her in for a crushing hug, I flipped her over and began thrusting my hips as my dick slammed inside her. Her hair was fanned out across our pillows. She closed her eyes. Her mouth was partly open and she breathed slowly as she reveled in the feeling of me making love to her.

I watched her breasts bounce, jiggle, and wobble as I hammered her smooth sex. As I went on and on railing her pussy, her mouth opened wider and wider until she was moaning loudly. I smashed everything I am deep inside her depths and exploded my cum as deep inside her womb as I could. Once I was finished and breathing hard from my exertions, I asked just for confirmation, "So, this means you're--?"

"It does," She giggled.

"Then, that means we're gonna be--" I gasped.

"Proud parents of two," She finished in a purr.

We hugged, kissed, and made love for most of the rest of the night.

----(!)----

Sharp knocking on the door the next morning heralded Pinkerpie's arrival. Ebonae opened the door for me to step out into the morning light. Birdette followed with Amberdine on her hip, and Coleson trailing behind them. He trotted up to me and I gave him a good scratch.

Standing outside our small stone home, I reached out with my senses and instincts and connected with Coleson on a primal level. Filling my mind with an image and all my feelings and desires, I sent it to him. I got the feeling that he understood as I approached Ebonae. To her surprise, I wrapped her up in a hug before whispering, "You will never have to fear for your life again. Stay with us for as long as you like and, until my return, Coleson is under your care. Take care of him. Make sure he can go out and hunt. And, take care of my girls."

"Thank you," She answered as she returned my hug with a squeeze of her own, "I will die before I let anything happen to Birdette or Amberdine, and I will care for Coleson like he is my own beast."

"Thank you, Ebonae," I said just as I gave her a final squeeze and withdrew.

Turning to Birdette, who was giving me a curious look, I took her hand and we walked together hand-in-hand. Accompanied by Pinkerpie we approached Lanie Reed, the Alliance's dwarven gryphon master stationed at Thorium Point. I had spoken with Lanie on several occasions, many of which were over a pint of beer in the tavern. She was a notorious flirt, but she also knew I was married to Birdette. She often offered to take me on a personal gryphon ride and let me join the mile-high club, which I actually understood, but for the life of me couldn't figure out how it was done when riding on a gryphon's back. Saying as much got a hearty laugh in response and a challenge that if I ever felt "up" for it, she would show me how it was done.

This morning Lanie looked grim as I waved to her as we approached, "Good morning, Lanie!"

"Good morning, Hruthgar," She replied curtly, "What can I do for ye today?"

"Actually, it's what you can do for me," Pinkerpie said in her quick goblin accent.

"Ye?" Lanie laughed in surprise, "A goblin? I'm sorry, but these are Alliance gryphons and only members of the Alliance may procure travel."

"Here," Pinkerpie said as she pulled out a medallion and handed it over to Lanie, "I'm an authorized trader and member of the Steamweedle Cartel. We are recognized as neutral by both the Alliance and the Horde."

"And a ripe reputation ye goblin lot have too," Lanie snorted as she looked the medallion over and handed it back, "Ye'd sell ye'r own mothers for a gold coin! How much would state secrets or troop movements sell for I wonder? Sorry, but I still won't sell ye a ticket to ride my gryphons."

"Oh, come on, Lanie," I objected as I gestured to Pinkerpie, "You know full well that she is a victim of highwaymen! She isn't some undercover agent for the Horde..."

"I truly am sorry, Hruthgar," Lanie said as she shook her head, "Ye know I would do it for ye if I could, but these are the rules. If I sent ye both the gryphon coming back would be carrying my replacement."

"Is there any way to bypass this rule," Birdette asked as she bounced Amber on her hip.

"There is," Lanie answered with a nod, "But ye ain't gonna like it."

"Okay, well," Lanie sighed as she shook her head, "As you know, Hruthgar is human so he is automatically recognized as a citizen of the Alliance. Right now, I couldn't even let you fly on our gryphons Birdette, not without a Certificate of Marriage signed and sealed by Overseer Oilfist. The same applies to Missus Glimmergem as well."

"Well, that ain't goin' to happen," Birdette declared with a shake of her head as she pulled me away, "Let's go speak to Grisha. Maybe the Horde will be more amenable to sense."

Grisha watched us as we walked over to where the Horde's wyvern riders were set up.

"Let me do the talking," Pinkerpie mumbled under her breath so that only we could hear. As we approached Pinkerpie took the lead as she called out, "Good morning Grisha, how are you this fine day?"

Grisha gave Pinkerpie a flat stare, and then she looked up at me before acknowledging Birdette and Ebonae. Once she returned her gaze to Pinkerpie she grumbled, "What do you want little goblin?"

"I would like to book passage, for myself and my employee, to the nearest Horde town that sells beasts capable of pulling my wagons," Pinkerpie answered.

"Not going to happen," Grisha said with a shake of her head and crossed her arms.

"But I'm a member of the Steamwheedle Cartel," Pinkerpie objected.

"Don't matter," Grisha replied, "Come back when the Cartel pledges its allegiance to the Horde. Until then, no!"

Pinkerpie shook her head in dismay and Grisha uncrossed her arms and softened her tone as she added, "Look, I'm doing you a favor in thanks for what you did for Pohcar. If I sold you a ride to any Horde city or town, your -- employee -- would be detained at the least, arrested at the most as a hostile noncombatant or worse a spy. From there he may be killed, sold as a slave, or sent to the mines. He might be sent to fight in the gladiatorial games, experimented on by the Forsaken, or I hear there are some blood elf and orc women that relish buying and grooming human men to their -- carnal desires. Those are the nice ones, the shivarra and succubi like to take them and break them in, as they call it."

Both Birdette and Ebonae's expressions spoke loudly to the disgust they felt at Grisha's testimony. Shaking her head, Birdette pulled me around with a growled, "Come on, let's talk over our options."

Ebonae harrumphed loudly as she followed with Pinkerpie and Coleson at her side. Once we were inside the tavern and seated at a table Pinkerpie asked, "So, what are we going to do? Flying out was integral to our returning quickly. Having to hike out of here will double all of my estimates!"

"There is nothing to be done for it," Birdette answered with a shake of her head, "As I see it all that remains is for ye to walk."

"Well," Pinkerpie purred as she looked from me to Birdette before continuing, "Couldn't we have old greasy hands forge us a marriage certificate?"

Birdette looked up in sharp jealousy as Pinkerpie waved her hands, "It would be a forgery, woman -- I promise! Trust me, I've had more male attention lately than I've wanted!"

Birdette's eyebrows raised and her jealousy disappeared. She even looked apologetic as she said, "Of course, my apologies. Ebonae told me what happened to her. I didn't realize that the same was happening to ye as well."

"Yes," Pinkerpie said as she nodded, "This month will be very stressful until we find out whether we are going to be pregnant or not. Honestly, I don't need any more men in the mix until I know whether I will be living with the horror of the last couple of weeks for the rest of my life or not."