A World of Warcraft Erotica
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The full moon rose high and fat in the beautiful night sky as Marithaniel walked quickly from the smaller chambers from the Temple of Elune deep in the heart of Darnassus. Unlike other Night Elves, Marithaniel was one of the High Born, a caste of Night Elves that long ago were deceived by the Burning Legion and unwittingly caused a great invasion and war that led to their own expulsion from Night Elf society proper. Since the Cataclysm, The High Born had returned to their homeland long ago denied them and, if not grudgingly, been accepted back into the fold (although it was still under distrust and a watchful eye).
Like most of the High Born, Marithaniel studied the formerly forbidden and largely forgotten arts of the Arcane. Arcane magic was seen as almost something unnatural by the Night Elves who, as a whole, studied more Druidic magic to be as one with Nature. By debate, the High Elves argued that Arcane as well as Shamanic and Druidic magic were all facets of Nature; however, the majority of Night Elven society was still waiting for that argument to be shown true.
Marithaniel was still young by Elven standards barely reaching her first century and a half. She only knew what she felt when she cast magic spells: wonderful and exhilarating power. The other races of the Alliance studied the arcane arts and few had even mastered the more advanced capabilities the High Born had perfected. Humans and the Worgen were ambitious and eager to learn, but they did not have the long lives of Elves to explore deeper than they could, Gnomes were mere dabblers only seeking thrilling new prospects than seriously studying, and Dwarves had just put aside their prejudices of magic to start small schools for those with the open mindedness and patience to learn the basic incantations.
Even though she was High Born, Marithaniel was still a Night Elf and was at one with nature even if she studied and practiced a different form of magic. Her dark blue and green robes swirled around her as she padded barefoot down the cobblestone trails that snaked throughout the city. The wind blew a calming breeze this particular evening and it felt good on her pale moon-white skin. Her long hair was the color of violets in the spring time and cascaded over her shoulders like a purple cloak down her back reaching to the upper most point of her bottom. Like other Night Elves, she was tall and toned in a feral but feminine way that marked the unique grace and beauty of the females of her race. Two pointed curving lines like thin fangs decorated her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She had been chosen to wear the tribal markings of the Serpent that, in the Night Elf tradition, symbolized that she was wise. Marithaniel did not know if she measured up to the teachings of the Great Serpent Spirit, but she was determined to try.
Once she quietly reached outside the inner walls, Marithaniel looked around to see if the Sentinels were patrolling nearby. No footsteps were heard and no shadows seen close by. The coast was clear. Marithaniel pulled the hood of her cloak over her head and quickly sprinted to the small moonwell that lay just outside the inner walls of Darnassus. Once she knelt beside the cool still waters, she produced a small green crystal from the folds of her robes. She smiled as she placed it in the waters and it glowed. The green glow pulsed for a few heartbeats before enveloping her in its pale illumination and, with a momentary feeling of vertigo, Marithaniel felt herself travel in a swirl of green light over time and space.
As she regained her bearings, The Night Elf opened her eyes to a small thicket deep beyond a stream. Large white oaks with slightly twisted branches reached towards the night sky under the same full moon that shone over Darnassus. The colorful leaves of yellows and reds clung stubbornly to the long white tree tops and a blanket of them covered the hills and grassy forest floor. Marithaniel took a deep breath and smelled the wonderful autumn air of the forest. She stood tall and lifted her face to the sky feeling the grass under her feet and the wind blowing her robes and hair.
The sounds of movement alerted her loud and clear to her sensitive Elven ears and Marithaniel turned to the shadow of a large tree. The beginnings of a powerful fire spell sprang to her mind, but faded as she saw a figure in a red cloak step into the moonlight. The figure stopped and regarded Marithaniel before reaching up and drawing back her hood.
Delicate hands pulled back the hood to reveal two long pointed ears piercing the sides of a mane of fire-red hair. Long pointed eyebrows extended out the sides of a heart shaped face the color of fresh cream and crowned twin almond shaped luminous eyes that glowed with a bright green. The Blood Elves were once High Elves who lost the source of their power with the invasion of the Scourge. Since then, they had been aided by the Forsaken and joined the Horde. The two elves stood motionless staring for a few heartbeats not more than a few footsteps apart.
"Tylene," Marithaniel sighed. The Elves embraced one another tightly stroking the other's hair and laughing with giggles of recognition and relief. They stood back from their embrace and looked into each other's eyes. Marithaniel ran her fingers through Tylene's flame tresses, teasing one of her long ears as the Blood Elf sighed and traced the line of her pouting pale lips. The Blood Elf then wrapped her arms around the taller Night Elf and rose up on tip toe, brushing her breasts against Marithaniel's and taking her fully in a passionate kiss that had them both moaning.
"You worried me," Tylene whispered breathing in the Night Elf's scent. "I thought you weren't coming."
Marithaniel kissed Tylene passionately leaving both of them breathless and sinking to their knees in the grass. "I will never keep you waiting if I can help it, my dear love," Marithaniel replied. "That long winded old fart, Sylianaas kept going on and on about astral physics this and time continuums that."
