Leoric the Lightblade looked upon the violet skinned huntress before him. She was beautiful. Long, midnight blue hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, thick and soft to the touch. Her slender frame belied her strength; she was a seasoned hunter, and her arms were tightly muscled from countless years working the bow. Her full, rose colored lips were inviting Leoric onwards, and he obliged.
The human clutched her in his arms, letting his own hardened features press against hers. His own had been forged over countless battles and years of training. Now, his heavily muscled arms embraced Elderiel instead of his war hammer. Bare-chested as he was, he could feel the warmth of her press against him, and her own arms wrapped around him. Times like this made Leoric feel like a gnome compared to Eledriel - Leoric about 6'3, had to look up at Eledriel, who was at least a head taller than him, standing at 7'1. She rested her chin atop his his own head, and ran a hand through his hair. She gave the hair a light tug, and Leoric's hair came out of its ponytail and fell down to be about level with his strong jawline.
Leoric breathed in the night elf's scent, and it clouded him with the gentle smell of lavender mixed with her natural aromas. The pair had been battling their way across Hellfire Peninsula and Zangarmarsh for the past few weeks, slaying fel orcs, demons, and naga as they went. Yet no matter what, she always smelled of lavender. Leoric had grown to cherish the smell of her over the months the two had been traveling together, but once they made it to Outland, he realized he couldn't live without it. Danger around every corner heightened the paladin's senses further, and he realized that that probably attributed to how calming Eledriel's scent had become.
Leoric pulled back from the embrace, and gave the woman a kiss upon her clothed chest. He wanted to kiss her lips, but for now he would settle for a more practical target. She smiled, and her violet cheeks darkened somewhat. She brought her hands to Leoric's chest, where she ran her hands along his pecs. A long scar ran horizontally on the left side, and Elendriel's finger now traced it. Leoric could feel the tip of her hair brushing against his forearms. It tickled him a bit, and he chuckled for a moment. Eledriel looked down at him and gave a rueful smile. Their eyes locked for a moment, her glowing, silver eyes gazed upon his own blue-green orbs. In that moment, Leoric had never felt so melded with the woman he now held in his arms than he did now.
Leoric craned his neck up as far as it could go, and Eledriel leaned down to meet him. The warmth and softness of her lips always sent a spark up the man's spine. Before long, the two had their tongues in each other's mouths, dancing against each other. Eledriel let out the beginning of a moan as the two delved into their deep, passionate kiss. Eledriel finally pulled away to gasp for air, but Leoric followed her, biting at her lower lip as he leaned into her. His hands went to her lower back and her hips. He could feel her curves as he pressed her against himself once again.
Leoric moved his hands down to the back of her legs, then lifted her without effort. She wrapped her long, naked legs around his waist and allowed herself to be lifted. Leoric craved the touch of her skin against his. Looking down at the human, she grinned. After a few seconds of enjoying the view, she descended upon him once again, planting kisses along his jawline. She traced it up to his ear, where she then began to nibble on his ear lobe, causing him to gasp. He moved one hand to the huntress's rear and squeezed it hard, feeling the lump of flesh mold under his fingers. The night elf let out a slight gasp of her own, then followed it with a playful bite at the man's neck. He let out a moan as he felt her fangs dig into his neck and as her tongue danced upon his skin. The sensation was driving the man mad for her.
The paladin guided the woman to the ground, where a blanket was already spread on the rocky, red soil of Hellfire Peninsula. The couple had already been planning to camp for the night, and their undressing had lead to where they are now. The night elf was already down to just her underwear and a light, woolen shirt she wore under her chain mail. Leoric had been slower to undress, and thus was still in his cloth pants that he wore under his plate mail armor. The paladin let his gaze trail up and down the woman's form, from the tip of her elven ears, to the heels of her feet. Her slender yet battle-hardened body curled slightly as Eledriel took notice of the paladin's wandering eyes.
"I hope you still like what you see, my beloved," Eledriel teased. A smirk was etched onto her face, her eyebrows lifted in an expression that said "I caught you, but what are you going to do about it".
Leoric smiled, then cupped his hand around the woman's cheek. His thumb traced her cheekbone. He then lowered his face to the crest of her collarbone and neck, placing a kiss there before teasing her flesh with his gentle bites and a twisting tongue. Leoric heard the woman let out a low gasp, then she squirmed a bit against his touch. Her arms wrapped around the man's torso, and her fingernails dug into his upper back. A slight pain went through the paladin's nerves, but he relished it. It drove home on, and the intensity of his kisses grew. Leoric traced the woman's collarbone and bit down on her, and sucked hard on the flesh. The nails dug in deeper, and raked against his back. A blotch of darkened violet flesh formed as the man pulled away.
Leoric inspected his work, and grinned. "I left you a little gift, just so the world will know that you're mine."
Eledriel's cheeks darkened, but she smiled at the words. She leaned up and did much the same to Leoric's own shoulder, and he now felt a tightness that had been building up around his crotch. He shifted his waist in an attempt to get more comfortable, but failed. The huntress's keen eyes picked up on the motion, and she beamed a devilish grin, akin to that of a succubus about to descend upon a victim. Her hands went to the waistband of the man's pants, then started to pull at the drawstrings. Her hands fumbled with them, until finally they gave way. Leoric hadn't realized it, but he had been holding his breath while the night elf worked to undo his knot. Once she succeeded and the britches gave way, Leoric allowed his breath to release, just as his already hard cock spilled out.
Eledriel grinned, traced her fingers along the curved tip of his dick, sending lightning up his rod and through his body. He let out a slight moan, and his cock throbbed against her touch. Eledriel, now emboldened by his sounds, glided her hand up to the end of his shaft, then gripped it in a firm hold. She then began stroking her hand up and down his length. Whenever she would go back down to the tip of his dick, she tickled it with her fingers before going back to stroking him. Leoric felt himself go stiff as he held himself over her, and she continued pumping her hand along his length. His cock was throbbing harder now, and he needed more.
