A Night Elf’s Spoil

Davak and Sasha huddled closely together, the road dark and wet. Their travels had been hard so far, a dozen leagues or more. They'd stuck to side roads, hiding when they heard traffic. It added more time but neither cared, time was on their side. It was distance that brought them trouble.

But the rain had started this morning and not let up. By nightfall both were freezing and silent. The inn was little more than a shack with rooms attached, but there was fire inside and that was enough to entice them both, despite Davak being a night elf and therefore unwelcome topside.

Before entering Sasha tied Davaks hands in front of him. She held the length of rope that sprouted from the knots. She looked up into his eyes, apologizing. He lifted his tied hands and ran a finger down her face.

"Don't. I know I am free with you."

"Its not fair," She said, eyes full of malice.

"Which is why we travel. Tonight I will be your spoil." His eyes glittered and Sasha thought maybe he was finding humor in the grim situation. Which was funny in its own right, Davak was not a man of humor.

She pursed her lips and tugged on the rope. "Spoil indeed. What can I get for a night elf who constantly disobeys me?"

His lips twitched and she thought he was smiling now. The night was just getting weirder.

"Come on then, I'm freezing", she said with resignation.

It had been only a few years since the great war between top and bottom dwellers stopped with a flimsy peace offering. It had been long and nasty. Both sides fought with a ferocity not seen in the lands in a long time. No one could remember how it started, they'd been fighting so long. But a truce came into being. Both realms would stay in their respective places - any straying would be dealt with swift justice. So far Sasha and Davake gotten through the still torn land okay, staying on side roads and only the most disreputable of inns.

Sasha led Davak into the tavern, hoods over their heads, and muddy boots breaking into the conversation that had been at a low volume when they opened the door. Several sets of eyes went to them. Sasha first felt them on her, a woman, especially a beautiful one even if she didn't try at it, was rare. A night elf though was unheard of, at least in this part of the continent. They were from more temperate climates and the ice and snow would be upon this area in as little as two months.

There wasn't a voice, aloud or whisper to be heard, but the eyes followed their every step. Sasha stood upright though, giving a tug on the rope though Davak was only a few steps behind her.

The barman was a short man, though wide and muscular. He held a rag in his hand and drummed his fingers on the wood in an accelerating tempo.

"I require a room," she said, not asking.

An eyebrow went up and trailed over her shoulder, into the face of the night elf. "Just the one?"

"Do you have one?"

"Aye, I do. Not for him though."

It was Sashas turn to lift a brow. "He will not make a mess, I assure you."

The barman shook his head. "I let a night elf stay and I'll be known for being a traitor."

Sasha shook her head. She took four coins from her pouch. "This is more than the room is worth I'm assuming. Now you're just greedy and not a traitor at all." The coins made a loud clatter on the shiny wooden bartop.

The man looked down at them, then chuckled, he jowls shaking.

"Fine, have a seat by the fire. I will bring you stew."

Sasha sat at her table in the Windy Noon, her clothes soaked to the bone and freezing. Despite a seat by the fire and a blanket slung across her shoulders she was shaking uncontrollably. Davak nodded his head to her bowl.

"Eat," he said simply, his accent from the underdark still prevalent even after a century topside.

"I'm too cold to eat."

"It will warm you." He sat lightly, pulling back his hood. His green eyes belied his mixed heritage though he looked like a typical dark elf. They were drawing looks that he ignored.

Sasha wiped her face, then picked up the spoon. "Can't we just go to our room?"

"In time, now eat." He chewed his stew, his eyes boring into hers, urging her on.

"Fine." She took a bite, discovered it was actually tasty, then took another. They enjoyed their bowls until a set of footsteps interrupted the peaceful moment. They looked up in tandem, a set of brown eyes and a set of green eyes making their way up to the source of the feet.

A huge giant of a man stood too close, his hands on his hips. He wore the red band of the Marauders, a group known for drunken fights and low thievery. The smell coming off of him was that of grain alcohol. Sasha cast a side glance at Davak and saw his nostrils flare. She looked back quickly, sizing the man up.

"We're not here to offend anyone."

"His kind killed my kin. I'll not see one of them housed under the same roof."

Sasha felt her face warm. "He did not kill your kin, and I've paid my coin for a room, not a fight."

The mans eyes bore into her face, then he smiled. It was not friendly. "I don't need to hear anything from a whore." Then he turned to Davak. "Stand up elf, and fight me like a man."

Sasha stood up instead, Davak having not moved even an eyebrow.

"He's my bounty, and I have orders to deliver him unspoiled. Go back to your seat before I lose my sense of patience."

He chuckled and then grabbed her arms in a hard grip. Her eyes went black instead of their usual light brown and he lost his laugh prematurely. He recovered quickly, running his thumbs across her skin.

"Or maybe you can convince me to let him off easy?"

"Maybe you can sit your ugly ass down before you get hurt."

The man flicked his eyes to Davak. "Let him fight me, I'll even give him the first punch."

Sasha had had enough. She was cold and only had half a bowl before this idiot interrupted them. She lifted her arms easily, then quickly grabbed at his wrists, twisting them upwards at the same time as she kicked out his left knee. He fell to the floor, his hands up as if in prayer.

"Your room is ready miss." The voice was firm. Sasha looked up and the barman held up a key. He had stepped out from behind the bar.

Sasha nodded and let go of the wrists of the giant.

"About time." She looked down at the man who now held his knee. "Do you concede? Or do I break the other knee?"

His groan was enough of an answer.

She worked the knots on Davaks wrists in their room. He was the picture of stillness though his eyes watched her face with a hunger.

"There, you can do the rest yourself. I need to change." She pulled off layers, throwing them over the sparse furniture. Soon she was in nothing but her undershorts and top. Davak threw the ropes on the table next to the fireplace. His hand whipped out and grabbed her arm where the giant had, his black skin showing up starkly against her milk white.

"Never have I wanted to kill a man so much as I did just now." He pulled her towards him, putting his fingers in her hair. Her breasts heaved against his chest. Never had he been so close. But as quickly as he'd done it, he let her go.

"I'm sorry Sasha, I did not mean to be so upfront."

Sasha saw the worry on his face. He'd always been so careful wtih her, not even brushing hands. But they'd seen each other naked before. Travelling together they did not get as much privacy as they'd like. What made tonight so different?

He turned, taking off his layers as well, hanging them up. Soon he was naked and he turned to her. Sasha couldn't help but flick her eyes down to his member. She'd seen it before, of course, just as he'd seen her. But it was different now with the tension in the air of his out of character behavior.

"Maybe you don't like to see your mistress treated badly?" She grinned and took a step towards him, bringing him to just out of arms reach.

"No mistress," Davak said, his mouth twitching a little, "I do not." He closed the gap and ran his fingers lightly against the now bruising skin of her arms.

Sasha lifted a shaking hand, stroking his cheek. "Would you have killed him for me?"

"Aye, I would have." His eyes glittered.

"Then why didn't you?" She asked with a smile not entirely hidden by her closed lips.

"Because I wanted to fuck you first, and had I killed him they would have arrested me right then and there. I'll kill him in the morning." His words were even and measured, not betraying his arousal. She could feel it against her now, it was the only hot part of his cold body. He ran his hands up her arms and took the straps of her top in his fingers, pulling them down.

"Thats not how you take it off" She said shakily.

"I wasn't trying to." He rubbed her shoulders gently and she let out of soft sigh, relaxing.

He pulled her against his body, rubbing his cock into her center. His height was the same as hers, the night elves being somewhat shorter in stature. They were perfectly matched. His lips caressed hers, very lightly.

He leaned his face forward, licking along her collar bone, causing gooseflesh to raise.

"You know, all I'd have to do is yell out and they'd come," Sasha whispered with a laugh.

"Mmm, but you won't. And even if you did, I would kill them all and then ravage you through the night. Or we could skip the killing." He nibbled at her shoulder then stood straight.

"Take it off." It wasn't a question.

Sasha pulled the top over her head, throwing it sideways. Her nipples stood hard and erect. Davak raised a hand and cupped a breast, bringing it to his mouth. He sucked languidly, rolling the nipple around his tongue. She gasped and, tugging on her undershorts hurriedly, threw herself against him.

"Whats gotten into you tonight? Never have I've seen you so... bothered." Her voice was low, husky.

"Bothered? Hmm.." He took her other breast in his mouth, giving it the same treatment as its sister. "It is the blood moon. It hangs low in the sky. Or did you forget?"

"Please," was all she moaned, the shorts now as forgotten as the top.

"What would you have me do, princess?" Adding the last bit so silently she almost didn't hear it. However they'd been companions for over a decade, he knew her secret, and would every so often call her the title she'd be born with.

"Take me Davak, put yourself inside of me," She said, pulling him closer still. His cock was nudged up against her mound, slick with arousal from them both.

"I think I can manage," he said with a slight smile and picked her up swiftly, taking her under the knees and setting her on the bed. He began at her mouth, giving into the desire he'd been feeling since they'd begun to warm up tonight, the desire that was always there for her but especially tonight. His tongue searched her mouth, his teeth giving her lips the lightest of bites. She gasped at the nibbling as he ran his hands through her hair, pulling it ever so slightly while moving his other hand down to where their bodies would meet.

He found himself ready, of that was no surprise. She was hot and almost liquid. When his fingers ran along her labia he almost lost it. His eyelids fluttered, she must have seen him for she giggled.

"Something down there you'd like to share with me?"

"I will share my seed with you if you behave," he said, aiming and rubbing his tip along her cave. He could see where his blackness went into her soft pink hole and once again felt that he could end it all here. His balls were full and hard, ready to shoot his load into her waiting womb. He pushed it with one shove and both exhaled noisily.

Davak held flush against her, relishing the hot glove that surrounded his cock.. When he opened his eyes he became ensnared by her readiness. He pulled out, enough to cause her to whimper just a bit and then slammed home again. He did this over and over, his muscular buttcocks flexing as he filled his woman.

His woman. Never since leaving the underdark all those centuries ago did he think he'd find someone. But he had, and now he filled her for his pleasure and hers. She was crying out so low only his elvish hearing could pick it up. They knew of the stigma, though both knew they weren't fooling anyone, travelling and staying together as they did. Even tying him up only appeased ruffians looking for a fight.

He grasped a breast and pinched her nipple, then took the whole piece of soft flesh in his mouth, still pumping at her. She flexed, pulling her calves behind his knees and bringing him closer. Her lower body was on fire now, flexing around his cock that was working itself in and out of her body.

"Davak, my love, please..." she cried, and he sped up. He released her breast and went to her mouth again, sucking on her lips. She could feel something in her feet catching fire, the place that always felt the bliss first. The back of her legs were now electrified and the sensation moved up. It ran circles around her core, and when she contracted around his member she cried out.

Davak, however, was not finished. He grabbed her legs and threw them on his shoulders, never missing a beat. He could feel the rush of liquid coming from her pussy and relished in the fact he'd caused it. Over and over again he bruised her with the force of a lifetime of celibacy. He wanted to erase it, make up for it, and so he kept on. It was only when she'd cum again did he feel it himself. He felt himself grow larger, his balls tensing up. He let her legs fall and drew himself up to her face once again. Cheek by cheek they shared gasps and moans. He licked her before whispering in her ear again.

"Princess", and he came. It was boiling and huge, his hands gripped her waist with a vice like grip while he pumped his fertile seed into her womb. She cried again and he felt her contract around him one last time. When they'd come down from their high he went to his side, his charcoal hand on her fishwhite belly, twirling in circles.

She glanced at him, breathing hard and still tipsy on his ministrations. Of course he'd told her about his celibacy, but hadn't thought much about it.

Her eyes closed, her fingers playing with one of his pointy ears.

"Sleep now my love," and she felt a kiss on her temple. For now she was safe and sleep came quick.