This was originally published on April 8th, 2020. I didn't want to edit anything, so this is exactly how it was at the time of publishing. Not bad for my first story, but I've definitely learned a lot since then.
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Going for a good mix of romance and explicit-interaction between a blood elf and a Draenei (my favorites)! Don't expect much from me because I've never done anything like this before. Please make any suggestions you have and correct me if I get anything wrong. Enjoy! I probably won't continue this sadly.
Wooden splinters and torn planks dotted the coast of the Bloodmyst Isle. Tidewater slowly ebbed from the shore, revealing what little scraps remained of the golden-trimmed, red-bathed Sin'dorei merchant ship, the Belore'Aranal. Saltwater slowly trickled down the face of a pale elf; her exquisite emerald-jade eyes lay barely closed.
As the piercing crimson sunlight refracted through her luscious eyelashes, the poorly clothed elf crept to her senses and clambered to her sand coated feet. Rags she once called her apparel lay half torn and strewn across the ground. Her - now frizzled - blonde hair laid brambled and twisted past shoulder-length, covered in sand and sea flora. With a hoarse cough, Elaina spat out the salty seawater that coated her esophagus. The beach she had washed up on held no other signs of life except for a few motionless bodies of fellow Sin'dorei sailors.
"Anar'alah belore..." the young elf muttered to herself in Thalassian. On an unfamiliar island deep within Alliance territory, she wagered her options. Elaina would either be captured by the local Draenei and interrogated or would be slaughtered by the naga who stalked nearby, prowling for survivors. Before she could concentrate on the void in her stomach, a curved metal blade cracked through the air, narrowly missing her head. Standing before her was exactly what she feared; a slimy, scaled, murderous naga from the depths. Elaina panicked as she scrambled for a small blade that laid partially buried beside her. Whilst retreating inland towards the tree line, she jabbed and slashed through the air wildly in a burst of adrenaline.
Without warning, her legs caved in and her slim frame collapsed beside a tree, letting the dagger she wielded to clatter to the ground. The silhouette of a bloodthirsty naga slithered toward her; her demise creeping up ever so slowly. 'So this is how I die,' Elaina thought anxiously. At the touch of the sharp metal scimitar against the elf's exposed neck, she winced.
"Any final remarks, filthy warmblood?" The naga spat.
"K-kim'jael..." Elaina squeaked back pathetically in an attempt to sound tough. Laughing maniacally, the naga snarled,
"You'd make a fine pet... a good slave for the Bloodcurs-"
Suddenly, the scaled creature was blasted back by an incredible force. From the impact of an unknown object, Elaina was nearly blinded for a second by beams of pure light. Her slender, all-hearing elven ears rang with the sound of vibrating metal. Emerging from the other side of the trees was the most handsome Draenei she'd ever seen. His silver-golden armor plates shone with radiating holy light.
The paladin's features were stunning; his chiseled jawline complimented his gaunt, tender cheeks. White-cyan illuminated the Draenei's angular almond eyes. Even if she was on the brink of death, Elaina still managed to become entranced by the blue-skinned paladin's graceful motions. Her heart began to thud erratically. Swearing beneath her breath, the young elf's ears reddened and peaked higher than ever before.
A few seconds had passed and the naga was now another lifeless bloodied corpse on the beach. The muscular Draenei slowly encroached Elaina, towering over her. In a sheer panic, her hands and arms shot up, attempting to shield her from any incoming strike. Moments teetered by like grains of sand in an hourglass. After reopening her eyes, she saw the Draenei peering down on her feeble frame.
"Please! Don't kill me! I-I have nothing!" She shouted in the common language.
"Calm down, young elf. I'm not going to harm you." His voice was rich like the growl of a predatory beast, yet smooth like a calm, seaside, ocean breeze. Elaina felt her heart pound harder. He spoke again in a softer, more nonchalant tone,
"I did just save your life after all."
"I, uh, y-yeah. You did. Um, t-thank you..."
Her thoughts swirled as her dimpled pale cheeks blossomed into a peach-red that stretched the width of her narrow face. She stared at him in awe. Thick, large tendrils draped down from his angular jaw and onto his broad shoulders. Jagged head ridges - that tapered up into two small horns - smoothly transitioned down into his sharp nose. Her eyes finally drifted to his pointed chin, which added to his perfect lips; perfect for kissing. This beautiful man, Elaina dreamt. A pad of brown silky hair sat atop his head, bouncing up into a loose ponytail and falling to his neck.
Elaina tried to get up, but her legs screamed back. The Draenei extended his hand with a subtle nod, lightly comforting the elf. Once again, her legs - covered in grime, scratches, and blood - denied her from getting up.
"What is your name, blood elf?"
"I-it's, uhm, e-Elaina...ss-Silversong." stammered the girl, sheepishly forcing a thankful smile.
"Well Elaina, would you mind if I assisted you?"
"N-no, I-I don't mind... I-um, can y-" Elaina groaned loudly as sharp pains shot up her legs. Suddenly, the Draenei used his large comforting hands to lift her up into his muscular arms. Elaina felt her chest thud and jump; she had to be dreaming. Painstakingly, the elf gave a wry, fleeting grin before slowly succumbing to the creeping desire for comforting and rejuvenating slumber.
Coming to her senses, Elaina felt herself wrapped in warm, exquisite blankets; comparable to the ones used by the blood elves of Quel'Thalas. Silk graced the elf's soft, exposed cheek. Leaning up in bed, she noticed that the swelling pains in her legs diminished and the wounds had vanished. The room was dark and cool, yet alien. It had a distinct look, holding many similarities to Draenei structures she'd seen before.
She no longer wore the tattered sailor garb like previously, but now an oversized white cloth shirt and grey legwear made for a male; the pants - with a massive gaping tail hole fit for only a Draenei - exposed her lower undergarment. Elaina's body had been delicately washed, allowing her golden-blonde Sin'dorei hair to flow - now that it was clean and silky-soft; a feeling she hadn't felt in months. The thought of that distracting Draenei bathing her and seeing her under-bits made her heart flutter and flip. Knocking came from the other side of the room's door. Instinctively, Elaina replied in Thalassian,
"Andu ni- I-I mean, come in."
The door creaked open inch by inch, minimalizing the light coming from the hallway outside. Floorboards creaked under the hefty Draenei's hooves. But now that the paladin's plate armor was off, she could see through his thin, light common attire - similar to what Elaina was now wearing. Through his shirt, she could see his sharp, sexy pectoral muscles. Elaina flushed with red, daring not to look further down to his abdomen. In his gentle, gifted hands was a bowl of stew that was lightly steaming.
"Elaina, you've been asleep all day," he handed her the bowl that was hot to the touch, "Eat up; you're malnourished. May the Light give you strength." Elaina glanced at his glimmering facial features once more. He chuckled, "Sorry I couldn't find better clothes on such short notice."
"Thank you, thank you! I could never repay you!"
"Please, my name is Tanis."
"Thank you, Tanis." He looked down with a solemn sense to his face.
"You were the only survivor of your ship. I received many bewildered looks when I carried you all the way from your wreck to here - my little home on the Azuremyst Isle."
Elaina felt slightly distraught, digging into the stew in an attempt to distract her from the thought of her dead crewmates. Tanis rested his hand upon her shoulder, which she stroked calmly.
"Vendel'o eranu..." Elaina mumbled. After a long, detailed conversation about each other, she set the now-empty bowl on the table beside the cushioned bed and looked back at Tanis. Thoughts spurred her desires as the pair of glowing eyes met like magnets; Tanis let his faint pupils snake across Elaina's features as she had done with him. Thudding in her chest became sporadic and unbearable.
With a swift motion, Elaina reached around and placed one hand on the back of his head and the other on his lower back. She inched herself closer to him until their noses touched.
"I- I could never repay you. Ama noral'arkhana." She huffed breathlessly, noting the fact that her inner thighs began to drip with passion. Slowly, Elaina pushed her lips to his. Tanis tensed his muscles at the sudden approaches, but relaxed after realizing what was happening. He sunk his lips deeper against hers. Without words, Tanis slowly undid Elaina's top - which was exactly what she had planned. Aching for his touch in the most taboo regions of her body, she slid her free hand against his chest, feeling each individual bump and groove of his torso muscles.
"Make me beg for you, Tanis. Bestow your blessing upon me." Elaina urged. Her arousal began to build with each passing second. Now that she only wore undergarments, she began to undo the Draenei's clothes. He smirked before clamping his hands to her hips and beginning the second round of kisses. Creaking rang out from the bed's frame as Tanis climbed into a more suitable position.
"I've never found blood elves so alluring before."
"And I've never found Draenei to be so seductive before. All be honest, I'm quite fond of you, and not just because you saved my ass."
