The Love of a Draenei Woman
A Draenei Goddess Claims A Man As Her Mate
I've been thinking about writing this tale ever since I first saw a picture/drawing of a beautiful naked Draenei woman. Yes, it truly belongs with Sci-Fi & Fantasy. I'm planning to have a part two. However, if readers of Literotica think more than two parts are wanted, it may evolve into a long series.
Please enjoy the fantasies of an old man.
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PART 01
It was just another day.
My mind wandered as I grunted during my bench presses at the gym.
'Damn! I do this every day, and it seems like I'm always getting stronger, although not bulkier. I don't want a bodybuilder size, just a little more definition.'
Jim already had a nice size. Being 6'2", his shoulders were somewhat broad, with a little bigger than normal-sized arms, pecs, traps, and lats. His stomach was flat, although he never could get a defined six-pack to develop. He could withstand a stomach blow in his boxing training more than any man in the gym. His body just would not display any definition in his stomach area. He ate only good food, jogged, swam, and worked out with weights every day, although no bulkiness ever. His bench presses were up to almost three hundred pounds, so he always just brushed it off as family genetics not being able to increase his bulk.
After weight training, he ran his regular three miles, showered, and swam laps in the Olympic-sized pool for another hour. He had grown accustomed to this regular early morning routine over the years.
Afterward, showering, shaving, and dressing for work, he went to the office. While he was getting a cup of black coffee, the head administrative assistant came around the corner with a woman in tow. The admin./assist. named Pristine introduced the woman as Alora. The tiny girl held out her hand, saying.
"Alora Sapphira Dearswag, To be precise."
Grasping her hand, he felt something that he couldn't comprehend. The touch of her skin against his was mesmerizing, to say the least. His only thoughts were.
'Her hand is so soft, I just can't only shake it.'
Jim bent down and gently kissed the top of her hand, saying. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Jim."
This was no ordinary woman. She was tiny, about 5' tall, with the most alluring features any woman could ever wish for. Her hair was the most sensual color of dark caramel blonde that flowed down her shoulders way past her elbows. It was very wavy, almost ring-curled. She had heavenly bright grey eyes that seemed to be able to pierce into your soul. Her skin tone was a little dark, not olive or brown. It was like a Caucasian complexion had darkened as if seeing her in a dimly lit room.
Those high cheekbones and little dimple of a nose gave her the appearance of royalty. The lips I was staring at were not overly big, although they were definitely saying (I want to be kissed!)
From the top of her head down to her tiny little feet, it was as if God had said (No Other Woman Will Be This Gorgeous.)
She wore a lovely dark green woman's business suit dress as I glanced down. Her figure was still the envy of any woman, having that tiny wasp-like waist and full hips. The mid-length skirt of her suit showed the most beautiful legs of any woman on Earth, with those tiny little feet and those fully open four-inch heels giving the appearance of tiptoeing when she walked. Standing next to her, I felt a little odd. Being 6'2", I was fourteen inches taller than her. By height, it looked like a child standing next to me, although looking at her, she was nothing but all-woman.
My mind went off, thinking of the lines of that movie.
'She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like a pair of wings. She made broken look beautiful and strong look invincible. -- Joker for Harley Quinn'
Never in my life had a woman ever affected me this way. It was as if staring into those glowing grey eyes, our souls barely touching just to say hello.
Pristine balked at me, kissing her hand, saying.
"Jim! You know that's not allowed! Alora, I apologize for his crude behavior; it had better not happen again."
Giving me a stern glare.
Alora's cheeks turned a little bright red as she replied.
"Pristine, you don't understand. In the olden days, this was nothing more than a gentle complement to a lady. You have no idea how much I wish all men were as confident and charming as Jim is."
With that, Pristine blushed a little, continuing.
"Anyway, Jim, Alora will be working with you and the boys as one of our new management consultants. You need to show her the ropes and help her get acquainted with everyone."
Jim responded that he could do that. After Pristine walked away, Jim offered.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?"
She replied.
"I prefer tea if you have any."
Jim smiled, saying.
"Here, there are several to choose from. I'm not surprised with your European accent."
She blushed a little, choosing an English Earl Grey tea and fixing it with some cream and a couple of sugars. They went around the office, and Jim introduced her to everyone while explaining their main routines and workloads. Her bright eyes absorbed everything, and her questions were spot-on for every subject. Jim was indeed taken aback by her knowledge and understanding of everything. With her acute responses and queries, you would have thought she should have been in her late fifties and not her early twenties.
Again - This Was No Ordinary Woman.
At lunch, Jim, Alora, and a couple of other consultants were eating. Jim noticed her very bloody red rare steak, thinking.
'Most women won't eat meat almost raw; this girl is indeed intriguing; I wonder if she is spoken for or single?'
Back at the office, Jim asked.
"I hope you don't get offended, (Alora Sapphira Dearswag). I've never heard either of your names ever before. I must say that I find them very stimulating as they roll off the tongue."
She blushed a little, almost whispering.
"Thank You! Kind Sir."
We went to the supply room, gathering the everyday things a new employee needed at their desk. Her cubical was behind mine in our rather large work area. The cubical walls were six feet high, giving each employee a little private space, if you could call it that. I could turn around and peer into her workspace; she could do the same to mine. Things kind of tapered off for the rest of the day, with us parting around quitting time.
That evening, I had a difficult time trying to get any sleep. Things of the day kept flowing through my mind. Alora Sapphira Dearswag, Damn! What a lovely name. The images of her figure, her blushing, that smile, those eyes and lips. Needless to say, I only got about two hours of sleep that night. Tossing and turning all night, I just couldn't get her image out of my mind. I wondered.
'How is it possible for any woman to be so beautiful? Were we destined to meet?'
The following morning at work, we were given an assignment in Washington State requiring travel. I made some reservations for flights and hotels, then sent the info to Alora and Buddy, who would accompany us. I also sent her several links for information about the client and how we could help.
At lunch that day, we went to a sushi place. Again, she surprised me by ordering two large platters of sashimi, wolfing down the raw fish like it was candy. This girl truly loved meat of any kind.
We met at the airport early the following morning and boarded the plane. The flight was a bit long, and we arrived at the client's sight just after lunch. This was only supposed to be a kind of meet-and-greet starting point for the project, although Alora proved to be a powerhouse from the get-go. Her knowledge of the client's present operations was superior to anything I could offer during this brief encounter.
With her business sophistication along with her infamous beauty, she had them eating out of her hand in minutes. It wasn't long before she looked over at me, gently hiding her face with her hand smiling and giving me a cute as hell wink. Needless to say, the kickoff meeting was the best I had ever attended.
Later that evening at dinner, Buddy, my work cohort who came with us, marveled and boasted about how well she did that day. Alora looked over at us as she openly devoured her very rare bloody veal steak, smirking.
"You two have no idea what I'm truly capable of. One day, I may show you, but not now."
Then, before we could utter a word, she continued.
"Would the two of you like to join me in the pool after dinner? I just love a good swim before bedtime."
I quickly answered back. "Sure, I swim every day." Buddy only said no; he didn't bring any swim trunks. We sat there for about an hour after dinner, downing cocktails. This tiny little woman constantly amazed me with her professionalism, her eating habits, and now drinking like a seasoned sailor. She was doubling two drinks to our every one, on each order. After her eighth drink, she rose, saying.