Lupa
04-29-2006, 12:51 PM
One thing Lupa knew for certain was that the goblins of Booty Bay threw a good party. Folk on both sides of the Sundering Seas were still talking about the last one and the many ripples that had their start from that night.
With inter guild politics at an all-time high, and almost incessant incursions into the deep south of Silithus or the foggy, reeking fens of the Plaguelands, Lupa needed this respite. Remembering the heat of the last party, Lupa decided on a lightweight halter and short mageweave pants to wear. Besides, privately Lupa enjoyed the way it revealed her figure.
The Inn was already well crowded when Lupa arrived slightly late. A quick glance revealed Mortica, Grisch, Karkarov, and others from the Nether Council. They were well into drinking and dancing already, and Lupa was called out to join them almost immediately. She also saw familiar Alliance faces. There on the steps was that young Elf Huntress Lupa had met last party, Kurohane. With a slight feeling of disappointment Lupa noted she had come without her love interest, Alucian. It was with a hint of amusement that Lupa recalled Kurahane's stern expressions directed Lupa's way last party, mainly due to the harmless flirting Lupa was tossing Alucian's way.
There were some new faces though, ones Lupa had not seen before. In particular a lone, handsome Night Elf was sitting by himself at a corner table. Something about his posture, the movement of his hands, tilt of his head drew Lupa's attention and held it. He was not the tallest Night Elf Lupa had seen, but he exuded a quality that made him appear larger than his physical self, something of an aura. His hair was a rich violet hue, tied up in a topknot. Skin tinted a dusky lavender shade, bright elvish eyes glowing in a hypnotic way. Fine, chiseled face framed in a neatly trimmed beard of the same hue as his hair. Lupa noticed his left ear appeared to have the tip nicked off, so that is was slightly shorter than the right.
A voice from behind stirred Lupa out of her study of the elf. “Well met Lupa,” rumbled a voice Lupa had not heard in some time. Turning to face the speaker Lupa found herself looking into the smiling face of Brakogar! It had been a long while since anyone had seen or heard from the former Frostwolf Brotherhood leader. “Brak! How be you? This is indeed a pleasant surprise!” exclaimed Lupa, then she embraced the orc in a tight hug.
The evening marched along, with drinking, dancing, the occasional scuffle between factions, clans races; all of which were promptly dispersed by the Booty Bay bruisers. Lupa was enjoying the dancing, but whenever her motions on the dance floor brought her close to the far side of the bar, she would stretch her neck to catch a glimpse of the mysterious night elf. He had no moved from his table, was still alone and looked to Lupa to be in a sad, melancholy mood.
She finished off a promised dance with Grisch then decided to take a risk and join the elf at the table. Lupa approached and made her way to the right hand of the table pulled out the chair and took a seat. The elf raised his head to gather her in his sight. Lupa smiled at him and raised her mug to toast. After a moment considering her, the night elf flashed Lupa a dazzling smile and raised his mug also. At the smile Lupa felt a quiver deep inside her, something she had not felt before, at least not as intense as this. At first she did not recognize the feeling, but as she sat there exchanging smiles and gestures with the handsome elf she had to admit that she was feeling the stirrings of lust.
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The sensation both excited Lupa, and scared her. She had never been with a man before, and frankly didn’t really know what to do or how to act. Long years in the field, alone on the hunt with only her worg as companion didn’t leave Lupa with much in the way of social skills, especially of the romantic nature. In a way she was relieved at the language barrier that made conversation with the night elf difficult if not impossible. Lupa was sure she would have made a fool of herself in nervousness had she been expected to talk with the elf.
Someone, maybe Grisch, came up with the idea for everyone to take a swim in the Booty Bay harbor. While Lupa, being an experienced sailor, knew that harbors were not the cleanest of waters, she had drunken enough grog by that time to jump at the suggestion. Rising from the table she followed the large group outside to take a dip. Pausing at the door of the Inn, Lupa turned to flash a smile at the night elf, and was pleased to note he had watched her go and looked as if he was rising to follow. He moved with the dangerous grace of a panther.
Diving into the harbor Lupa shook the water from her damp hair and looked to the boardwalk to see if he had come outside. Indeed there he stood, at the edge of the boardwalk, gazing down into the waters where Lupa swam along with her friends. She felt his gaze taking her in as she lithely twisted and turned in the brilliant blue harbor. She felt her blood getting hot, and a tingling began in her loins. Taking a deep breath Lupa made a decision. She had been alone for too long, not knowing the comfort of a warm body next to hers. She had passed by the doors of others in the night and heard their moans of pleasure, not ever having felt that for herself. Her life meant she could die and return to the Gods at any time. If she did so now it would be without ever having loved, or been loved in return.
“No more,” thought Lupa. “I will not deny myself that part of life any longer”. Gathering her courage, Lupa climbed out of the water, made her way along the boardwalk towards the elf, and stopped in front of him. His look gathered her all in; leaving no doubt that he was pleased with what he saw. Lupa saw the stirrings of physical arousal in him. She winked slyly at him and motioned for him to follow. The two made their way to the far south of the Booty Bay boardwalks, and then plunged into the sea. They swam for a bit along the south coast until a small, isolated island appeared before them.
As they made their way up onto the sand, Lupa playfully splashed water at her companion. He reacted in mock alarm and tacked her into the sand. Playful wrestling soon subsided into slow, pleasurable caresses. Pulling away, Lupa started removing her halter and eased out of her shorts. The elf did the same. Lupa noted his left side and knee showed the signs of recently healed wounds. Indeed, from her hunter’s instincts recognized he was favoring the left leg still.
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Slowly he approached Lupa and gathered her up in his arms. His breath was warm and spicy on her neck as he started caressing the small of her back. Their lips met, and the kiss was sweeter than anything Lupa had experienced. They eased themselves onto the hot sand, exploring each other in ever more wonderful ways. Lupa traced the lines of his muscles down his arms and back, pausing to touch the wound in his side. She had a momentary feeling of panic as she felt him pause on the scars along her back where the Corsairs had so brutally whipped her months ago. But that melted away as his hands drifted lower and lower, reaching that tingling place.
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Lupa began to moan softly in response. He laid her down in the sand and she opened herself to him. There was a momentary sting of pain as the vault was breached, then a warm flow building inside her. It builder and builder as their movements intensified. Soon Lupa felt a rush of pleasure as the waves of sensation reached their crescendo. She let out a shout and bit her tusks deep into the elf’s shoulder. He didn’t flinch, but resumed his motions, building to a new height. Twice more Lupa reached her peak until at last he collapsed in an explosion of warmth inside her.
The two lay for a time side my side in the sand, relishing the peace.
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As Lupa lay there, her thoughts started drifting into a haze of color and light. The vision slowly coalesced into a scene of mountains and a deep valley. Lupa recognized the place, Alterac.
There was a battle raging below. Lupa found herself on an outcrop, raining arrows down on a squad of Alliance troops trying to gain the heights. Suddenly, she felt the whoosh of air behind her. Instinctively ducking and throwing herself nimbly to the right, Lupa turned to see her lover standing there, with wicked looking blades drawn. With a look of rage and determination he threw himself onto her, blades flashing. Lupa quickly dropped here bow to take up her spear in defense. Too late, the blades of the rogue sank into her side and chest. Mist swirled, and the scene shifted. It was the sands of Silithus. Lupa was stalking someone. Tempest at her side issued a growl; he had the scent! There, in front somewhere. Lupa sent up a flare, which swiftly revealed her hidden quarry. There a short distance away was her lover. Discovered, he made to run towards her, only to fall prey to the freeze trap Lupa had set out earlier. Calmly, Lupa raised bow to cheek, took careful aim, and let fly a wicked Thorium tipped arrow at the helpless trapped elf.
With a start Lupa woke up. It was still evening; her companion rose at her movement and looked down at her with a questioning glance. Lupa jumped to her feet and quickly gathered together her clothes. He looked at her with a confused expression. Lupa paused, sighed at him and gently placed her hand on his cheek. “One thing I learned from my Mother, Yayo. When Legba sends you visions, they may be of what WILL come to pass, or simply some of what might come to pass. In either case, you best be takin heed. He will not send it again.”
The elf looked even more confused, but Lupa sensed he seemed to understand somewhat of the situation. Slowly he gathered up his clothes, and the two swam together in silence back to Booty Bay.
Later that evening, after parting exchanges were made, Lupa was sitting with Mortica. “Mortica, how does one tell the difference between love, and lust. Is there a difference? Can one lead to another?”
Mortica looked at Lupa and sighed; “I once knew the answer to that, but it was so long ago. I’m not sure myself anymore.” In a lower voice Mortica went on,” I ask myself that same question each time I look upon him.”
“Him? Of whom do you speak?” asked Lupa. Mortica sighed. “Karkarov, of course. But I fear he doesn’t know how I feel. He has always just been polite and formal with me. I do not know how to reach him. To get him to notice me.”
Lupa considered it for a bit. It came as a surprise to her the notion that the Forsaken might still have enough of their previous lives intact to be able to love still. But then, love (or lust) had as much to do with the spirit as the flesh. Of this Lupa was certain.
It was only at that moment that Lupa realized she did not even know her lover’s name!
With inter guild politics at an all-time high, and almost incessant incursions into the deep south of Silithus or the foggy, reeking fens of the Plaguelands, Lupa needed this respite. Remembering the heat of the last party, Lupa decided on a lightweight halter and short mageweave pants to wear. Besides, privately Lupa enjoyed the way it revealed her figure.
The Inn was already well crowded when Lupa arrived slightly late. A quick glance revealed Mortica, Grisch, Karkarov, and others from the Nether Council. They were well into drinking and dancing already, and Lupa was called out to join them almost immediately. She also saw familiar Alliance faces. There on the steps was that young Elf Huntress Lupa had met last party, Kurohane. With a slight feeling of disappointment Lupa noted she had come without her love interest, Alucian. It was with a hint of amusement that Lupa recalled Kurahane's stern expressions directed Lupa's way last party, mainly due to the harmless flirting Lupa was tossing Alucian's way.
There were some new faces though, ones Lupa had not seen before. In particular a lone, handsome Night Elf was sitting by himself at a corner table. Something about his posture, the movement of his hands, tilt of his head drew Lupa's attention and held it. He was not the tallest Night Elf Lupa had seen, but he exuded a quality that made him appear larger than his physical self, something of an aura. His hair was a rich violet hue, tied up in a topknot. Skin tinted a dusky lavender shade, bright elvish eyes glowing in a hypnotic way. Fine, chiseled face framed in a neatly trimmed beard of the same hue as his hair. Lupa noticed his left ear appeared to have the tip nicked off, so that is was slightly shorter than the right.
A voice from behind stirred Lupa out of her study of the elf. “Well met Lupa,” rumbled a voice Lupa had not heard in some time. Turning to face the speaker Lupa found herself looking into the smiling face of Brakogar! It had been a long while since anyone had seen or heard from the former Frostwolf Brotherhood leader. “Brak! How be you? This is indeed a pleasant surprise!” exclaimed Lupa, then she embraced the orc in a tight hug.
The evening marched along, with drinking, dancing, the occasional scuffle between factions, clans races; all of which were promptly dispersed by the Booty Bay bruisers. Lupa was enjoying the dancing, but whenever her motions on the dance floor brought her close to the far side of the bar, she would stretch her neck to catch a glimpse of the mysterious night elf. He had no moved from his table, was still alone and looked to Lupa to be in a sad, melancholy mood.
She finished off a promised dance with Grisch then decided to take a risk and join the elf at the table. Lupa approached and made her way to the right hand of the table pulled out the chair and took a seat. The elf raised his head to gather her in his sight. Lupa smiled at him and raised her mug to toast. After a moment considering her, the night elf flashed Lupa a dazzling smile and raised his mug also. At the smile Lupa felt a quiver deep inside her, something she had not felt before, at least not as intense as this. At first she did not recognize the feeling, but as she sat there exchanging smiles and gestures with the handsome elf she had to admit that she was feeling the stirrings of lust.
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The sensation both excited Lupa, and scared her. She had never been with a man before, and frankly didn’t really know what to do or how to act. Long years in the field, alone on the hunt with only her worg as companion didn’t leave Lupa with much in the way of social skills, especially of the romantic nature. In a way she was relieved at the language barrier that made conversation with the night elf difficult if not impossible. Lupa was sure she would have made a fool of herself in nervousness had she been expected to talk with the elf.
Someone, maybe Grisch, came up with the idea for everyone to take a swim in the Booty Bay harbor. While Lupa, being an experienced sailor, knew that harbors were not the cleanest of waters, she had drunken enough grog by that time to jump at the suggestion. Rising from the table she followed the large group outside to take a dip. Pausing at the door of the Inn, Lupa turned to flash a smile at the night elf, and was pleased to note he had watched her go and looked as if he was rising to follow. He moved with the dangerous grace of a panther.
Diving into the harbor Lupa shook the water from her damp hair and looked to the boardwalk to see if he had come outside. Indeed there he stood, at the edge of the boardwalk, gazing down into the waters where Lupa swam along with her friends. She felt his gaze taking her in as she lithely twisted and turned in the brilliant blue harbor. She felt her blood getting hot, and a tingling began in her loins. Taking a deep breath Lupa made a decision. She had been alone for too long, not knowing the comfort of a warm body next to hers. She had passed by the doors of others in the night and heard their moans of pleasure, not ever having felt that for herself. Her life meant she could die and return to the Gods at any time. If she did so now it would be without ever having loved, or been loved in return.
“No more,” thought Lupa. “I will not deny myself that part of life any longer”. Gathering her courage, Lupa climbed out of the water, made her way along the boardwalk towards the elf, and stopped in front of him. His look gathered her all in; leaving no doubt that he was pleased with what he saw. Lupa saw the stirrings of physical arousal in him. She winked slyly at him and motioned for him to follow. The two made their way to the far south of the Booty Bay boardwalks, and then plunged into the sea. They swam for a bit along the south coast until a small, isolated island appeared before them.
As they made their way up onto the sand, Lupa playfully splashed water at her companion. He reacted in mock alarm and tacked her into the sand. Playful wrestling soon subsided into slow, pleasurable caresses. Pulling away, Lupa started removing her halter and eased out of her shorts. The elf did the same. Lupa noted his left side and knee showed the signs of recently healed wounds. Indeed, from her hunter’s instincts recognized he was favoring the left leg still.
http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/toxctii/bbsd2.jpg
Slowly he approached Lupa and gathered her up in his arms. His breath was warm and spicy on her neck as he started caressing the small of her back. Their lips met, and the kiss was sweeter than anything Lupa had experienced. They eased themselves onto the hot sand, exploring each other in ever more wonderful ways. Lupa traced the lines of his muscles down his arms and back, pausing to touch the wound in his side. She had a momentary feeling of panic as she felt him pause on the scars along her back where the Corsairs had so brutally whipped her months ago. But that melted away as his hands drifted lower and lower, reaching that tingling place.
http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/toxctii/bbsd3.jpg
Lupa began to moan softly in response. He laid her down in the sand and she opened herself to him. There was a momentary sting of pain as the vault was breached, then a warm flow building inside her. It builder and builder as their movements intensified. Soon Lupa felt a rush of pleasure as the waves of sensation reached their crescendo. She let out a shout and bit her tusks deep into the elf’s shoulder. He didn’t flinch, but resumed his motions, building to a new height. Twice more Lupa reached her peak until at last he collapsed in an explosion of warmth inside her.
The two lay for a time side my side in the sand, relishing the peace.
http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/toxctii/bbsd4.jpg
As Lupa lay there, her thoughts started drifting into a haze of color and light. The vision slowly coalesced into a scene of mountains and a deep valley. Lupa recognized the place, Alterac.
There was a battle raging below. Lupa found herself on an outcrop, raining arrows down on a squad of Alliance troops trying to gain the heights. Suddenly, she felt the whoosh of air behind her. Instinctively ducking and throwing herself nimbly to the right, Lupa turned to see her lover standing there, with wicked looking blades drawn. With a look of rage and determination he threw himself onto her, blades flashing. Lupa quickly dropped here bow to take up her spear in defense. Too late, the blades of the rogue sank into her side and chest. Mist swirled, and the scene shifted. It was the sands of Silithus. Lupa was stalking someone. Tempest at her side issued a growl; he had the scent! There, in front somewhere. Lupa sent up a flare, which swiftly revealed her hidden quarry. There a short distance away was her lover. Discovered, he made to run towards her, only to fall prey to the freeze trap Lupa had set out earlier. Calmly, Lupa raised bow to cheek, took careful aim, and let fly a wicked Thorium tipped arrow at the helpless trapped elf.
With a start Lupa woke up. It was still evening; her companion rose at her movement and looked down at her with a questioning glance. Lupa jumped to her feet and quickly gathered together her clothes. He looked at her with a confused expression. Lupa paused, sighed at him and gently placed her hand on his cheek. “One thing I learned from my Mother, Yayo. When Legba sends you visions, they may be of what WILL come to pass, or simply some of what might come to pass. In either case, you best be takin heed. He will not send it again.”
The elf looked even more confused, but Lupa sensed he seemed to understand somewhat of the situation. Slowly he gathered up his clothes, and the two swam together in silence back to Booty Bay.
Later that evening, after parting exchanges were made, Lupa was sitting with Mortica. “Mortica, how does one tell the difference between love, and lust. Is there a difference? Can one lead to another?”
Mortica looked at Lupa and sighed; “I once knew the answer to that, but it was so long ago. I’m not sure myself anymore.” In a lower voice Mortica went on,” I ask myself that same question each time I look upon him.”
“Him? Of whom do you speak?” asked Lupa. Mortica sighed. “Karkarov, of course. But I fear he doesn’t know how I feel. He has always just been polite and formal with me. I do not know how to reach him. To get him to notice me.”
Lupa considered it for a bit. It came as a surprise to her the notion that the Forsaken might still have enough of their previous lives intact to be able to love still. But then, love (or lust) had as much to do with the spirit as the flesh. Of this Lupa was certain.
It was only at that moment that Lupa realized she did not even know her lover’s name!