A World of Warcraft Erotic story.
I got tired of reading the AWFUL WoW Erotica and decided to write one of my own. Disclaimer: World of Warcraft and all related races and places are copyright of Blizzard Entertainment. The following story is for entertainment and not meant for any copyright infringement.
*
It was not common for Symond to get a personal summon from King Varian. When the sealed paper was handed to him via messenger telling of urgent news and an even more urgent assignment to be given, Symond packed his gear and took wing on the fastest griffon available from the Flight Master from Sentinel Hill.
As he sailed above the trees of his familiar homeland, his curiosity and excitement grew. He was one of the youngest paladins in the service to the King and as such, he felt he was often underestimated. For his age, he had a firm grasp of the Light. The winds blew through his long blond hair and the mists of the altitude cooled his hairless face. His armor creaked as he shivered slightly. Metal armor on griffon back flying at the speed they were did not make a warm journey. His growing excitement warmed him as he saw the grand gates of Stormwind open up before them.
Once landed, the young paladin took no time to get his "land legs" back but summoned his holy steed as soon as he was able. With great haste, he rode swiftly to the castle taking note of the many people in the trade quarter selling or trading their wares. Several guards saluted him or simply nodded as he passed.
He dismounted and dismissed his steed as the great halls of the castle opened. The guards stood aside holding their halberds straight at their attention stance. Symond walked purposefully towards the throne room hearing voices discussing something. As he drew near, he heard the unmistakable baritone voice of King Varian.
The King was seated on his throne. His eyes were intense but calm and his long raven black hair was tied up into a sweeping ponytail. Beside him stood Jaina Proudmoore who served as not only an advisor to the king, but it was also well known that she was the Envoy of the Alliance. Rumor had it she was actually friends with the Horde Warchief, Thrall. This is not what made Symond pause, however. Four strange people stood near the throne talking with the king. Although dressed in armor and robes of various stations, they were anything but the normal type of people Symond was used to seeing.
The leader of the troop was about six feet tall with blue skin and fiercely glowing white eyes. Two horns sprouted from his forehead to curve over ridge bones in a sweeping hairline. Beneath some neatly trimmed facial hair, two tentacle appendages grew down from the sides of his chin that sported rings and jewelry. His massive torso was held up by two powerful haunches ending in slightly furred cloven hooves. A tail swept lazily behind him also decorated with rings.
Symond had heard of the Draenei ever since they joined the Alliance after their ship crashed on Azeroth. He had never actually met any of them until now. He also noticed a female among them. Her sweeping horns framed her delicate face and he shapely body was prominent under close fitting robes. She too had blue skin the color of the ocean depths as well as a slender tail and cloven hooves that extended from very shapely, if not goat-like, legs. Symond found he could not tear his gaze from the exotic Draenei until he heard King Varian address him by name.
"Ah Symond Brightmorn," King Varian said in a voice that filled the throne room with authority. Symond approached the throne as all eyes turned to regard him, including the wondrous female Draenei. He bowed low at the foot of the throne's dais.
"My King," he said with full respect. "I came as quickly as I could."
"You are a perfect example of the Light, my Young Paladin," King Varian said with pride. The Draenei all nodded in agreement and approval. "This mission you are to undertake is of the utmost importance."
Symond stood as the king beckoned him to stand. "What is my mission, Your Majesty?"
"You are to take Vallun, a Draenei priest of great renown, to our encampment in the Barrens," The king replied. "You two will provide much needed prayer and confidence in the forces there as we strive to stem the Horde from tearing more into Ashenvale."
Symond had heard of the Alliance forces heading en masse to the Barrens. He was very excited at this news. He grew even more excited as Vallun stepped forward and turned out to be the exotic Draenei female he had admired the whole time. She bowed to him in a customary greeting and he smiled. Her smile brightened her face more than he imagined and he almost didn't hear the king's next statement.
"Of course, Your Majesty," Symond replied turning his attention to the king. "We will leave immediately."
Symond found Vallun to be very intriguing. Instead of a horse, like his steed, she rode atop a large alien animal called an Ellek. It was a rather large animal, but proved to be as agile as a horse. Talking to her was rather difficult as the Ellek was twice the size of his horse and he had to shout to be heard. It wasn't until they reached Ashenvalle and found the inn that the two travelers could finally talk.
The Night Elf innkeeper apologized but there was only a single room available. It seemed that the war in the forests left many rooms full for priests and druids to work their magic and help fallen soldiers recover. Symond was a little nervous about the arrangement but hid his secret happiness at the interesting turn of events.
Vallun asked many questions about Azeroth claiming that she had not ventured very far from the Exodar. They exchanged stories and more than a few mugs of Night Elven wine (which seemed to affect the Draenei more than Symond expected).
"Ah, I fear I have drunk too much Elven spirits," Vallun remarked in her lilting accented Common. Her accent was like music to Symond's ears and, with the help of a little drunken slur, he found it to be totally irresistible.
"Forgive me, Vallun," Symond said with an embarrassment. "I must say I had never had the pleasure of meeting a Draenei before and that you are ... quite the specimen."
Vallun laughed a bright titter that Symond found even more enduring. She shifted her legs and even daintily covered her mouth. Symond found her to be strangely desirable. His eyes unconsciously looked over her. In the candle lit tavern, her skin took on a darkened sky appearance and he found that her body was completely smooth except for the very tops of her hooves. Her long black hair was brushed back with her horns curving in slender angles that were not only functional in ways, but extremely alluring. Having a tail and hocked legs made her posture very prominent as it caused her to square her shoulders, puff out her chest (and very ample breasts), and stick out her voluptuous rear to balance.
"I will admit to you that I haven't been around many Humans either," she whispered as if sharing a deep secret. She leaned forward and Symond grinned as he leaned across the table to hear her. "I must say I find your race to be very attractive if not in an alien manner."
He couldn't help but notice that she too was examining him with wandering (and interested) eyes. He was no expert on her racial features, but it seemed her eyes glowed just a little brighter. Finally her eyes locked on his and they sat staring for a few heartbeats longer before Symond spoke.
"Perhaps," he began leaning in closer to her and taking her drained mug from her hand, "we should retire to our room."
Vallun gasped and her eyes widened a little in surprise. Symond worried for a moment that he had been too forward until she stood with the grace of a gazelle and nodded towards the stairs leading to their room. Symond stood as well, drinking the last of his wine and nodding thanks to the innkeeper before following Vallun up the stairs. He took the time to lustily watch her ample hips sway as she hobbled half-drunk up the stairs.
Once the door closed solidly behind them, they stood looking into each other's eyes taking in the moment and allowing the wine to squash any uncertainties they might be having. They smiled, giggled a little like children, and blushed.
"I'm afraid I'm not sure how to start this interracial act of coupling," Vallun whispered.
"What do Draenei do in this situation?" Symond asked.
"Well," she replied running a nervous hand over one of her smooth horns. "Normally a female and male butt their horns together in a sort of mating ritual; however, seeing that Humans do not have horns, I think it would either crack your skull in the impact or render you unconscious."
"Ah yes," Symond agreed, "that would be a problem."
Vallun bit her bottom lip and coyly scraped the tip of her hoof on the floor. "And um, what do Humans do in this situation?" she asked.
In response, Symond approached her and ran his hands down her shoulders, brushing away her hair and gently pushing the fabric of her robes off. She gasped as he took her lips to his. Her lips were not human, but warm and full just the same. Symond kissed her tenderly until she seemed to relax and kiss him in return. She ran her hands along his arms feeling the strong muscles made by years of sword practice. He lowered his head and started kissing her shoulders. Vallun sighed and moaned softly letting him know that not only did Draenei kiss, but the attention her gave her beautiful blue skin was perfect. The fabric of her robe was pushed down further until it slipped off her shoulders and pooled at her hooves on the floor.
