Will watched as Khalia and Drake walked out of the inn. He admired Khalia's ass and long shapely legs. "Drake sure is one lucky devil with that one," he thought. As his old friend and the night elf rode away on Drake's felsteed, Will heard something out in the courtyard. He shrugged off the women clinging to him and went to investigate. He saw a petite priestess surrounded by four large taurens laughing. She had short blond hair that flipped up. She was wearing a turquoise bra with gold stitching. The gold stitching then went down her stomach and attached to a golden belt that held up a makeshift skirt of the same turquoise color.
One of the taurens had her rooted in place, another trying to lift up her dress with his staff; the others were alternately trying to cut the ties to her top. They had managed to cut one of the straps exposing one of her perky breasts. The girl was yelling curses at the taurens and casting spells on them as she could. It was obvious that she was no match for the four surrounding her.
"She is a feisty little thing, I'll give her that," Will thought. Despite his shoulder injury, Will charged into the midst of the fight. They were obviously inexperienced and Will was easily able to take them down. When the final tauren hit the ground, Will turned to face the priestess he had just rescued. It was about that time that everything went black and he passed out from blood loss from the injury that had been torn open in the fight.
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I watched as my rescuer sank to the ground. I rushed to his side and ensured that he was still in the land of the living. I motioned to one of the goblin guards and he arranged a litter. The short brawny goblins rolled him none-too-gently onto a stretcher and carried him to a quiet corner of the inn. The women, who had attended him before, ran to his side, but one glance from me sent them scampering away.
I went to talk to Vizzie, the short female goblin who ran the inn. "I am going to need a place where I can tend to his injuries."
"Let me see what I can arrange for you," Vizzie said and scurried out of the inn. She came back a few moments later followed by four of the city guards and two other female goblins. One of the females was carrying a white fur coat.
"You're not well dressed for the weather here," she said and handed me the coat made of yeti fur. It wasn't until I was wrapped in the voluminous coat that I realized how cold I really was. My robes of the shifting sands were certainly more suited to the warm sandy climate of Silithus. I had come to Winterspring in search of the ever elusive black lotus herb.
The other female goblin motioned for me to follow her. The four guards grabbed one of the beds that lined the walls and carried it behind us. Lunnix, as I later learned was the goblin's name, stepped out of the way so the guards could bring the small bed into her hut. Despite the bed being only big enough for one person, it completely filled the small hut, leaving only enough room to for a small stool at the head of the bed. The guards carefully carried the man into the hut and deposited him on the bed and went back to their duties.
I closed the door behind them and turned to survey my new patient. The wound on his shoulder had stopped bleeding at least. "I wonder if he has any other injuries," I thought as I stepped toward the side of the bed, "I'd better check." His chest was bare and had a small patch of dark curly hairs. I noted that his chest was littered with scars. At least two of them looked like they should have been fatal wounds. My eyes traveled down his flat stomach and followed the trail of hairs that abruptly ended at his belt.
With a deep breath, I began the arduous task of removing the remainder of his plate armor. I had never removed armor such as this before. His sword was heavy. The craftsmanship was remarkable. The hilt was long enough to accommodate two hands much larger than mine. There was a large yellow diamond glimmering where the hilt joined the blade. The blade itself was curved with a vicious looking notch cut out of it.
Once I had the large weapon out of the way, I puzzled over how to remove the remainder of the armor. It appeared that the leg plates were attached to his belt and also buckled together on the inside of his legs. First I unfastened the leg armor from where it attached to the belt. I flushed as I began unbuckling the inner buckles on his upper thighs, very conscious that my hands were only inches away from his manhood. After the remaining buckles were unfastened, I removed the leather lined plate leg guards only to reveal the thin linen pants he wore beneath the heavier armor. His boots were the same thick leather with a thin plate layer on the outside. Finally I was able to remove the heavy boots after a few minutes of tugging.
I stood back and surveyed the unconscious man clothed only in linen pants. "Now how am I going to get his pants off," I pondered. I held up my hands and the prone man levitated a foot off the bed. I untied them at the waist and then pulled them easily off. I looked up and lost my concentration when I realized the man was completely naked and very well hung. A gasp escaped as the man dropped to the bed. I cursed myself when he moaned. But luck was with me, he was still unconscious.
I began to examine the prone man for injuries. My soft fingers lightly brushed along his injured shoulder. The wound was red and inflamed. With the gentlest of touches, I gently probed the injury. It was hot to the touch. With a quick flick of my wrists I abolished the infection ravaging his body. When I felt it again, the wound was no longer feverish. It would leave another scar on his otherwise perfect physique, but the injury won't bother him again. I set about finishing my examination. In this war torn land, priests were no longer revered as the keepers of the light. "We have become little more than physicians. A step above the crude healing that Doctor Gustaf VanHowzen teaches in Theramore," I thought bitterly.
My thoughts had apparently carried through my probing hands because my patient stirred fitfully. I inwardly tensed, but he did not wake up. I rolled him over carefully on the narrow bed. He had a tattoo across his shoulders that had the words Courage, Valor, Loyalty and in the middle of his back the crest of Stormwind. This man whom I had assumed was nothing more than a mercenary for hire was in fact one of the elite Stormwind guards. In this tumultuous time, a very select few of the Stormwind guards had been sent out to scour the land for signs of the great dragon Onyxia. Lady Prestor's betrayal was deeply felt. Only Marshal Windsor had realized that she was indeed the dragon Onyxia. Onyxia then fled to her cave. Her guards killed Marshal Windsor and plunged the already bleak times into a great blackness. One of Stormwind's greatest heroes had fallen.
I pulled my attention back to the task at hand. My gently probing hands wandered down from his broad shoulders to his trim waist. Moving with a mind of their own, my hands gave his firm ass a little squeeze before moving on to his muscled thighs and calves. Satisfied that he had no other injuries on his perfectly toned body, I turned him over again. My ministrations had a very pronounced effect on him. His large cock was very hard and pointing at me. It was taunting me. It was almost just begging me to taste it. I looked down at my patient's face, but he still appeared to be asleep. "What harm could one little taste do? He would never have to know," I reasoned with myself.
By no means am I unfamiliar with the male body or the pleasures of men, but this cock was quite different from my prior experiences. It was much larger. Had it been lying on his stomach, it would have easily touched his belly button. Not only was it long, it was quite wide as well. Much like the hilt of his sword, it could easily accommodate three of my hands to cover the length. But one hand surrounded only a little more than half the circumference.
With one hand holding on to it, my thumb pressed lightly against the vein traveling up the underside, I licked up along the few inches from where my thumb rested to the tip of his cock. I repeated the motion and this time I was rewarded with a drop of precum. I repeated this move several more times and with each stroke I was rewarded with a tasty bit of the clear liquid. In fact, I was enjoying myself so much, that I forgot that I was trying not to wake up my patient. I finally sucked his dick into my mouth, up to where my hand was resting. As my mouth moved up, my hand moved up to the tip and as my hand moved down toward the base of his shaft, my mouth moved down. Each time my hand and mouth moved toward the tip I was rewarded with more precum.
