20 years after the opening of the Dark Portal
The Third War
Pyrewood village, Stillpine Forest
Pyrewood was a strange place. The buildings looked Gilnean but none of the people who lived there spoke the language. A large keep loomed in the hill above which looked very similar to some forts Will had seen back home but nobody spoke of it. What mattered most though was that the thick wooden palisades had kept the undead out and the good people of Pyrewood had managed to create a sanctuary in a forest filled of death.
The taste of water down beer was the best thing Will had ever tasted. His blueys nearly teared of exhausted joy.
He was seated with Tamara and Hadgar at a table in the local inn. A few more Gilnean soldiers and even some Alliance had to made their home there for the being. Kindly spending what little coin they had on food and drink.
"Thank the Light, we got some luck on our side..." Will said.
"For now." Tamara flourished her hand as a small goblet appeared before her on the table. She took it and drank a big gulp of it." We should still move east."
"Further way from Gilneas..." Will sighed sadly.
The dwarf looked at him with a paternal worry." Lad, to go back there is ta face closed gates and waitin' fer death. If yer come east with us, regroup...we can make plans accordingly."
"Go east where? I have never stepped a foot outside of Gilneas all my life. I know nothing from the outside world aside from some books and my father's stories."
Tamara drank from his goblet." Your father?"
"He was a soldier in the Second War, fought the Horde before coming back home with tall tales of Orcs and trolls and dragons and dwarves riding gryphons."
"Bah, Wildhammers nonsense. What's a big ol' bird annae twat that throws a hammer at people ta guns an' explosives?" Hadgar muttered in his beard.
"I wouldn't say no to some gryphon riders right about now..." Tamara said. Hadgar grunted as he took a swig from his ale. He the muttered again in dwarven, clearly the taste was not up to snuff.
"Regardless." Tamara continued." We need to rest now while we can. Repair our equipment and wait for your Lieutenant to come out of his meeting with the town elders. Besides it's dark soon in a few hours, might as well make ourselves at home."
Will reluctantly agreed. His sister was looked after by his uncle and Willa could take care of herself. He smirked a bit to himself, this gave him a chance to look for a ring to marry her with, like he promised. He had time on his side, it's not like he had a child and wife waiting for him.
One month ago...
The sound of Gilneas' eternal downpour woke Will up from his sleep. The pitter patter of rain on the roof tiles above were not noisy per se but did aid in slowly waking him. It always rained in Gilneas.
He was in a warm, cosy bed in the second story of the inn of Duskhaven, and he had company with him. He slowly turned his head to the sleeping form of the woman next time. Her red hair normally set frazzled, her kind smile persisting even in sleep. And of course, beneath the blanket they both shared, she was as naked as he was. She was his first love, the first woman he ever bedded. The woman he always came back to.
He could not help himself but gently stray her cheek. She gave a large inhalation of air as she slowly came to as well.
"Cuddle, please..." she said, her eyes still closed. Will smiled and held her in his arms, holding her close. He loved the scent of heir hair, the faint traces of their love making still hung on. He kissed the back of her head.
"You're moving out today..." she said. Not a question. A statement.
"I am..." he replied with remorse." This afternoon..."
"Mhmm...when will you be back?" she asked sleepily.
"Soon..." he lied.
She unwrangled from him and turned around, the blanket gave way and showed him her beauty. Her jade like green eyes smiled the same sad smile her luscious lips did. Her redhair cascaded down her neck to her breasts. The most beautiful breasts he ever seen. Large but not to much, her nipples a healthy reddish pink. She moved in closer and placed her lips on his, their tongues meeting in a sensual slow dance. Will returned the kiss, his arms going around her slimmer body and pulling her close. He could already feel his joust stiffening. He began kissing lower, to her neck. A soft sigh erupted from her lips, her green eyes closed again." Will..."
His hand moved down to her curvaceous hip, pulling her closer still. His kisses trailed down to her right breast. His tongue lapped her nipple up like a child eating ice cream. Her breathing came more rapid now. He felt her hand reaching downward. From his chest to his stomach....to his manhood. She gave a chuckle as she felt it.
"Always at the ready..." she laughed.
"Mhm..." Will agreed as he kept suckling on her teat. His free hand went to her other breast and began kneading it, his thumb running over her nipple. Rolling it round and round...each spin more exciting than the last. His hand left her hip and travelled downward, down her thigh...and between her legs. She purred as his fingers found their way inward. His thumb rubbed her pearl as the other did to her nipple, his tongue still well and truly entranced on her other breast.
Her gasp came fast as he let go off her nipple with his mouth with an audible POP.
"Light...take me, Will." she didn't give him a chance to reply as she guided his joust to her entrance. It felt wet already, anticipating his arrival. He did not make her wait. Like a Lordearon knight he lunged in, a loud gasp came from his lover.
"Will...!" she grunted.
"Willa..." he kissed her hungrily as he laid on top of her, furthering his entry. He began slowly; each thrust met with a return from Willa's hips. They meshed faster, and faster...and faster! He felt the blanket fell of them as the bed began to move, each thud hitting the wall of the room, creaking with every moment. Willa's gasps and shouts barely went over them as the movements became even faster. Already he could feel his arrival coming, the need to release his seed came near. He held it back for as long as he could.
Willa enveloped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, her cries in his ear.
An amalgamation of his name with adorations to the Light. Or his cock. Or both. Her own arrival was coming soon as well. The bed slammed against the wall like a battering ram, the creaks and moans barely held within the small second story room in the inn.
"Will, Will...WILL!" She held on for dear life as she cried out her orgasm. Will grunted as he felt his own release rush into her, their essences having become one again once more. He let the bliss linger, his manhood fully entranced inside her. Her breathing had started to slow, her fingers began going through his hair. For a moment he thought she would be mad for having come inside her but then remembered he was sleeping with Willa, not Marie. Willa didn't mind. He was surprised he hadn't knocked her up yet. Two years, still no baby.
