Stephen made his way up into the Keep. Under normal circumstances he would not try to find her here, but a new kind of desperation had come over him. Elunara knew that woman he had seen near Tippy's. He had gone to Tippy's hoping to see her again, but could not find her, and Tippy had been too busy to stop and ask. So, Stephen turned to Elunara for help once more.
A woman with a bruise on her face ran by in tears. He stopped and watched her go. Her raven's wing hair fluttered in the breeze. A sudden thought occurred to him. If he could find two women attractive in such a short time, then maybe Elunara had done the trick, maybe she had broken him. However, this woman seemed to have her own troubles, and he wasn't about to get involved in that. Besides, he had seen his beauty, and he wanted her. Wanted to know whatever Elunara was willing to share.
With renewed hope, he climbed that stone walkway to the Keep. Seeing Elunara sitting on the throne, his heart dropped into his stomach. No, he hadn't been cured of his lust of her. Seeing her in her position of power made him want to rip her clothes off and fuck her right there, on the throne, in front of her husband.
Clearing his throat, he made his way forward.
"Stephen." She smiled. "What brings you my way?"
Stephen ignored Varian and stepped up to the throne. "I have come to ask you about that... Katie I think her name was. I hoped to see her again."
Elunara eyed Stephen. "She's staying at Tippy's. I have commissioned her to write me a story, which she is doing quite well on. Is she the one you were telling me about?"
"Yes, I think she is."
Considering him, Elunara tapped her fingers on her knee. "Right now, I think she needs more friends. She's a little out of sorts today, so don't go bothering her. But, if you take a few days, maybe she'll be more receptive."
Stephen bowed. "Your word is law."
--
Varian watched the man go. "Isn't he in Grogek's Corps?"
"New guy. Little shaky, shaping up well."
"His body says he's in love with you, his words say otherwise."
Elunara smiled a cat smile. "Even you pick up on it?"
"Hey now, I know when a man is lusting after my wife."
"So, every man?"
"Of course."
"Speaking of lusting... how bout we shove those contracts to the floor and use that table for something a little more... constructive?"
Varian grinned. "Suddenly I remember why I married you."
"For my stunning conversational skills?"
Grabbing her hand, he led her to the office and shut the door. Locking it, he followed words with action and cleared a spot on the table. She giggled and sat in the spot. He tugged at her pants, inching them down her legs.
"You have the best legs." He rubbed his hands over her thighs.
"I do work on them."
"Among other things." Taking off her shoes, he tossed them to the side and went back to removing her pants. When she spread her legs, he ran his mouth along the inside of her thighs. Trailing kisses up and down, he was careful to pay equal attention to both legs, before sliding his fingers up and down her soft folds.
She leaned back; her hands perched on the desk. He brushed his fingers up and down while she shivered under his touch. He buried his mouth in her crotch, slipping his tongue deep inside of her. In and out he worked his tongue, sliding a finger down at the base and pushing in. He began to work his finger and his tongue in tandem, feeling around her insides causing her to moan. With one hand she grabbed his ponytail.
He moved the finger upwards, and his tongue along her taut hooded nub at the top. Using his fingers from his other hand, he pulled the hood back and licked her flat. She gasped and tugged at his hair. With a grin, he stood up and freed his finger from her inside, positioning his dick at the opening, he began to slide in. In and out he worked, moving his hips, as she bucked hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him tight against her. Grabbing her hips, he slammed in and out, his balls smacking her asshole.
She continued to cling to his ponytail, pulling his head back, exposing his throat. Going for it, she nipped and sucked, alternately biting and kissing his neck and throat. He called out with the force of his orgasm, as she began to shiver and shake.
Panting, he buried his face in her neck. "I'll never get used to you."
"Good." A wild giggle escaped her lips. "Also, I might not look at housing contracts the same way again."
"Good, then maybe you'll actually do them."
She playfully whacked his shoulder. "I'll do something alright."
--
Every day for the last week, Katie took Sunwood his basket of food from Tippy's. Every day he would teach her about one of the plants in his garden, only allowing her to work in little spurts at a time. When the food was gone and the plants tended to, they would sit in the center clearing together. She would quietly write while he would sit and watch her. Sometimes he would work on his garden, but mostly, they would just sit together. Then, when the light would start to fade, she would gather the basket and her things and head back to Tippy's inn. Ryan sometimes found her eating dinner at Tippy's and would sit and eat with her.
Happy in her routine, Katie wrote reams of paper. Sometimes she would work on a scene over and over again, and sometimes she would advance her plot. It was coming along nicely.
One morning she went down to the training yard and sat with Susan.
"How is your book coming along?" Susan smiled.
"Beautifully." Katie smiled back. "Your new flower garden painting is amazing."
"Why thank you, dear. How are you feeling today?"
"Like the world is perfect."
"How is Sunwood?" Susan winked.
Katie giggled. "He's sweet as can be. He just lets me ramble on and on about my story. He asks questions, gives suggestions. It's very nice."
No one noticed when Stephen took a break and edged over.
"How comes the garden?" Susan dipped her brush into her paints again.
"Slow. Working one plant at a time is slow, but I know why. I don't want to faint again. Like when I was on the farm. I just can't handle the heat."
"What flowers are you planting?"
Katie pulled out her board and began to scribble notes. "Basic Azeroth plants, like peacebloom and mageroyal. They tore it all out. So, it all has to be replanted. I'm learning so much."
"Good. Learning is always good." Susan nodded.
Katie looked out over the yard. "I want to find my soldier." She said wistfully.
"Oh?"
Katie blushed. "I've been writing this romance story, and it's beautiful, but I just wish I could find my own soldier. A prince is just too much upkeep, don't you think?"
Susan laughed. "Ask Elunara, she married a king."
Stephen smiled and jogged back over to Grogek's corps. With renewed vigor, he attacked the routine. He would show himself worthy of her affections.
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A couple of days later, armed with a bouquet of flowers, Stephen made his way to Tippy's inn.
"Are those for me?" Tippy smirked.
"I'm looking for Katie." Stephen blushed.
"Katie, huh?" Tippy shook her head. Ah, to be young and have all the boys chasing her again. "You'll just have to wait. She'll be along shortly."
"Where does she go? How does she spend her time?" He tried to keep the desperation out of his voice.
Tippy shrugged. "That's her business. If she wants you to know, I'm sure she'll tell you."
Katie came in with her basket and sat it on the counter. "Thank you Tippy, the food was excellent as always."
"You have a visitor." Tippy jerked her thumb.
Katie blinked at the flowers suddenly in her face. "Oh!"
"For you, my lovely lady. I didn't know which one your favorite was, so I had them make me an assortment."
"Oh, my. They certainly are beautiful." She took the bouquet and smelled them. "I'm amazed."
"I was hoping you'd accompany me to portal lake. The lights are beautiful at night."
After considering for a moment, Katie smiled. "Of course. I do love to see them. Let me put these flowers in a vase of some sort."
Tippy took the flowers from Katie. "Let me deal with it."
Stephen took Katie's hand and placed it on his arm. "This way, my beauty."
Ryan was just about to open the door when Stephen and Katie stepped out. Katie smiled at him. "We're going to portal lake. Would you like to come?"
Ryan looked back and forth between the pair. "Uh, no. I think I'll sit this one out."
Stephen smiled down at Ryan, a muscle twitching in his face. "Good man."
Katie and Stephen walked down to the clearing by portal lake. He led her over to a tree and took her hand. Kissing the back of it, he smiled down into her upturned face. "I had hoped to watch the sunset with you."
"It really is beautiful here. Especially the sunset. I guess I got involved in my writing today, I missed it completely."
"Where did you come from, beautiful angel?"
"Westfall." She shrugged. "I'm just a small girl from a small farm."
"I'm told you're writing a novel?"
"Oh yes, I'm loving my work quite a lot."
"Will you tell me about it? I'd love to learn every little thing about you."
Blushing, Katie looked towards the portals. Lost in the dreaminess of the soft glow, her voice was wistful. "It's about a young farm girl who falls in love with a soldier, but her father won't let them be. So, she runs away to the city to find him. She gets attacked, and he rescues her, but in a turn of events he is badly wounded, and she must summon a power to save him instead."
"I love it." He breathed. "You have a gift for story. I can't wait to read this."
The heat in her face intensified. "I wouldn't say that. I've just been inspired by what I see."
"Do you spend any time at the training yard?"
"Every morning."
"Do you write what you see there?"
"Oh, yes. There's so many interesting sights to see."
He smiled. "Have you found your inspiration from the soldiers? One caught your attention perhaps?"
"None in particular."
"Well, then." He winked at her. "Perhaps I can attract your attention."
"You?"
"Lovely lady, you enthrall me. It's a complicated thing, but it is amazing. I've been caught in a particular hell until I saw you that day. I hate that you were so upset over something, I wanted to take your sadness away. I wish I could tell you the truth of things. Perhaps, after we've gotten to know each other a little better, I can tell you." He lifted her hand again, this time pressing his lips to the palm of her hand.
"Oh!" Her eyes wide, she stared up at his eager face. "I don't know what to say."
"Say you'll see me again. Say you'll let things happen."
"Well, I don't see why not."
On the other end of the lake, neither person saw Sunwood sitting on the bank, watching the pair.
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