This was a story I wasn't really planning to write, but after finding myself without access to the internet or my main computer, I figured I might as well start something. Had no idea what to write so I picked a classic pairing, orcs and elves, and wrote the majority of this in a few days. Was trying to knock it out quickly so that may or may not reflect in the writing quality, but hopefully everyone can enjoy it.
I will probably use this story to tell most of my orc x elf stuff with a different girl per chapter; so if anyone has requests or ideas for future chapters, such as scenarios or how they want one of the girls to look, I am open to them. Just email me or comment here.
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The port of Silvermoon was bright and pleasant. A cool sea breeze tickled the city and great white clouds rolled by like tumbleweeds. But for all of their trouble, the sky was still clear and the sun, who the Sin'dorei were so attached to, ruled high in the sky, casting gentle rays upon the realm of elves.
...And Brek, who did not find the sun to be quite so gentle.
Still, it was, admittedly, less intense than it was back home in Durotar. He set the shipment crate he was carrying down and wiped his brow with the back of his hand. Loading, unloading, and preparing ships for six hours wasn't easy, but it was simple work and he liked simple. He moved to the next crate and transferred it onto a pallet that was operated by a magic infused golem of Sin'dorei design. Its crystallized core glowed and then it rumbled before picking up the pallet and hauling it away.
Strange machines, but they helped take some of the load off his shoulders.
The dock itself was of a fine stone that almost seemed like marble. It struck out into the sea nearly a furlong in length and it housed ships of elven, goblin, orcish, undead and even human origin, though the dock workers were mostly orcs and elves, with a sprinkle of trolls, tauren, goblins and humans. There was also an undead orc who had the strength of three live ones, but Brek didn't much like to think about him. Made him think about his own mortality, that one did.
He lifted another crate, and a high pitched sound that was vaguely annoying touched his ears. He ignored it, and then ignored it a second time when he heard it again. The third time was the charm, and the noise registered as words in his ears.
"What are you lifting?" the voice chirped.
He glanced at the source of the noise. A blood elf stood to his right, her face bright, pale and curious, with cheeks that were slightly rounded. Her hair was a little longer than shoulder length, shiny, and brown as a healthy oak tree. He ignored her and continued working for a short time, lifting and unlifting, glancing at her in the interim. He had never seen her before, but she was admittedly a small and pretty thing, dressed in a white wool shirt two sizes too small and short shorts that were blood red in color. For some reason he didn't trust her, it looked as if she wanted something from him. Finally, he remembered her question.
"Boxes."
"Hmm..." The elf leaned as far to the side as her lissome body would allow, her head similarly tilted. She didn't seem to mind his vague answer.
"You live near here?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"The Lean Green?"
"Yeah."
The Lean Green Resort was a hostel near the port. It was primarily stocked with foreigners--orcs mostly, as they made up the majority of foreign workmen at the dock--hence the nickname. Its real name was The Seaside Willow, but no one called it that.
"Do you like it there? I mean, is it nice?" She was closer now, casting a thin shade over him when he bent down to pick up something.
"Yeah." And then, so she didn't think he was simple-minded, "Hell of a lot nicer than anything in Orgrimmar."
She seemed to ponder this, and for a moment she stared through him, contemplating something. What that something was, he wouldn't, and couldn't guess. Elves were odd and he didn't understand them, didn't try either.
"Can I live with you?"
He stopped. "Excuse me?"
"I said, 'can I live with you?' "
Odd.
"Why would you want to do that?"
"My brother kicked me out."
"Why?" If her own brother kicked her out then she was most likely trouble. Then again, maybe he shouldn't be presumptuous. Such a thing was morally unjust... or so he had been told, anyways.
"He's shacking up with some greenskin slut. I told him that I don't like her and he kicked me out." She was expressionless as she said this, but then a victorious smile graced her pretty features. "It's ok though, I burned her clothes." To emphasize this, she extended her hand palm up and a ball of orange fire burst forth. She tossed it into the nearby water with a fizzle.
Brek took note of this just in case he ever had to kick her out. Still, her bold antics amused and even impressed him. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Lynalei. Or Lyn, if you prefer." Lynalei shrugged, and her white cloth shirt caught on her nipples. She was not wearing a bra, and the sea breeze seemed to have erected them.
To his surprise, he found himself wanting to say yes.
"All right. You can live with me for a little while."
And why not? What was the worst that could happen? He just hoped his nonchalant attitude didn't bite him in the ass later.
"Really?!"
"Really," he said, and lifted another box. The foreman was eyeing him angrily--more angrily than usual. He carried it to a pallet and set it down.
"That's awesome. You're pretty swell for an orc. Usually I just get weird looks from you guys."
"I get those too."
"Huh. No kidding?" Lynalei stared at him as he continued to work. "Can I get the key to your apartment? I'll let you in when you get back."
He contemplated this for a moment, his large black eyebrows furrowed, and then reached into his pocket and proffered her the key. There wasn't anything worth stealing anyways, and if she stole his key or wouldn't open the door for him, he could always get the innkeeper to supply him with a replacement. He told her this and she laughed, though she didn't say why. He suspected it was because she never imagined he would have anything worth stealing, anyways. Maybe because he was an orc. Or maybe because he was a dock worker. Or maybe it was both reasons. He didn't really care.
She pocketed the key and looked at him, thumbs in the pockets of her little red shorts, her flat navel uncovered by her small shirt. Much like the box he was lifting--which was likely double her weight--her spirits seemed to have risen, and her green eyes appeared brighter than before.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Brek."
"Nice to meet you, Brek."
Lyn held out one of her little hands and he took it. It was the hand she had used to summon fire, and it was still hot. Unsure of whether to shake or kiss it, he opted to do both. She raised one of her lance-like eyebrows but didn't comment on it. He suddenly felt like an idiot, but quickly shrugged it off.
"I'm gonna go back to your--our--apartment now." She turned, took one step, then re-turned. "Oh. Try to clean up before you come home, okay? You smell like an orc."
Brek watched the strange elf as she walked away, hauling a large travel bag in each hand. He hadn't noticed earlier, but the little brunette had quite the large posterior. Impressive, really. It was a nice distraction from the boxes.
When her butt had disappeared into the crowd of workers, shoppers and shoplifters, he frowned and returned to work, finding that he did, in fact, smell like an orc.
Perhaps he would clean up.
