A World of Warcraft Erotica by Asylumchild
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction for entertainment only. World of Warcraft and all related material are copyrights of Blizzard Entertainment. Furthermore, the following story borders on mature themes such as minor bestiality. Reader discretion is advised.
The Harvest Time had come to Azeroth and the lands were filled with cooler breezes and bright colors of the changing seasons. The vast forests of the World Tree, Teldrassil, were no exception. The grasses were a lush carpet blanketing the scene of gold, reds, yellows, and browns as the many variety of mystical trees shed their leaves heralding the coming of winter. The streams flowed slower as they grew colder over the hills and cliffs preparing too for the ice that would soon follow.
Such was even the scene when the bright face of Elune rose above these magical lands. This was the chosen time of the Night Elves. Joining them in this nightly celebration of nature and beauty were the refugees from the distant lands of Gilneas, the Worgen. Guided by the Night Elves, the Worgen had found a new home and a newer hope. Some had even been trained in the sacred arts of Druidism.
Baron Wyatt sat near the stream feeling the grass and the wind. His long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he wriggled his bare toes in the dirt near the bank of a stream as the wind cooled his face. Like most nights, he sat looking at the moon and quietly thanking the goddess for her kindness at having the Night Elves rescue his people. Without them, he had no idea what would have happened. Since then, he had dedicated himself to the practice of druid magic. He found that he was more frustrated than anything trying to do the wonderful things he had seen the Night Elves do, but he thought most of his anger was due to the Curse that the refugees all suffered from.
His thoughts were interrupted as he felt the presence of something large in the shadows. He cautiously looked over his shoulder and peered into the gloom reaching prudently to his quarterstaff. As his fingers tightened on the wooden weapon, he held his breath and listened. No sound reached his ears. He did not move but listened and looked at the darkness that his eyes had not adjusted to yet. Thinking himself foolish and paranoid, he silently cursed himself for being so skittish and relaxed his guard. That's when the large cat pounced.
He cried in alarm as the animal knocked him completely off his perch and sent him flying into the cold water of the stream. Baron thrashed back up to the surface gasping in a shocked breath. Peals of musical laughter rang through the night as Baron stood in the shallow water soaked to the bone and angry as a hornet. The cat was gone and in its place was a beautiful Night Elf druid who rolled on the grass laughing uncontrollably.
Her skin was not the normal purple tone as the others of her race but instead was the pale color of the moon with dark blue hair that spilled over her shoulders and down a slender torso. Playful glowing eyes like twin stars were decorated by tribal markings and full pouting lips curved into a wide smile illuminating a heart shaped almost girlish face.
"That was n – n- not FUNNY, Illstya!" Baron growled shivering from the cold dip in the stream.
The Night Elf stifled her laughter to a few quiet giggles as she reached her hand to Baron to aid him out of the cold water. His simple robes were soaked and clung to his wet body heavily. She covered her mouth again trying to stop the flood of giggles erupting once more.
"I'm sorry," she said in a song-like voice. "I couldn't help but take advantage of that situation, my dearest Baron."
Illstya was his druid teacher and although she was older than he was by about a century, she still looked youthful and spry as a teenage Human girl. Baron couldn't be mad at her as she simply sat and smiled. She knew he couldn't stay mad at her and that made it even worse for him. He always felt like a poor novice in her presence. She was never harsh or cruel to him, but he always felt as if she were mocking him. Looking at her smiling face as she sat on the edge of the rocks dangling her delicate feet in the water, he knew it was her playful nature and charm that he had come to adore.
In the coming weeks of his training, the Night Elf and the Worgen had become close friends. They were practically inseparable. Baron could not help that he was growing closer to his shando but he could never tell her. Even if she felt the same (and it was never clear if the girl was serious about anything), he was almost completely positive that she could and would never accept him and his ... condition. There were things that even he had trouble accepting.
He tried in vain to wring the water out of his robes as he heard mirthful giggles coming from Illstya once again. Anger began to rise again in him and he glared at the Night Elf. She did not seem at all threatened by his expression and pouted her lips in a teasing fashion to him as she continued to playfully splash her feet in the stream. When she turned her attention away from him, Baron sprang into action. Illstya yelped in shock as Baron bowled into her. He had planned to only push her in but his wet robes pulled on him and he tumbled in after her.
Baron found himself once again sputtering for air splashing in the stream until he regained his balance. Illstya emerged in front of him gasping. Her hair was about her face in wet ringlets and her robes were now as soaked as his now twice soaked ones. The laughter had stopped and Baron was now looking at a furious and thoroughly soaked Night Elf woman. Her eyes glowed viciously as she stomped with a murderous look over to the shivering Worgen.
"Now, Illstya," Baron stammered holding up a hand in a feeble attempt to ward off her fury. "I didn't mean to ... I just meant to ... Don't be angry ... please ... I ..."
He tried to make an escape but found himself backing up into deeper water. When the cold water had reached his waist, he realized he had nowhere to escape. The Night Elf came on. Her body shook and Baron was not sure it was from the cold or her fury. With a primal screech, Illstya pounced on Baron sending the both of them into a torrent of splashing cold water. They splashed each other and wrestled in the waist deep stream. Illstya muttered curses in Darnassian and Common as she swung her fists half-heartedly at Baron who could only duck as best as he could and shield his face from any stray blows and splashes.
