Saturday, February 20, 2010

pt 36 To Icecrown.. *explicit*

The two figures lay entwined in the dark room. Their sweaty bodies locked in a love embrace, panting and growling at one another like animals. It has been like this for hours. Neither one of them has slept this night, instead focusing their primal passion in the act of love making.

As the intensity of their act rises, the woman begins to moan loudly. Her muscular body spasm as she grips the fur blanket of their bed tightly. Sweat runs across her pale green skin in rivulets as her man pounds violently on top of her. Suddenly, she lets out a scream and her back arches in a powerful climax. The power of the moment seems to send the entire world into a spin. Then, the pair of lovers collapse in a musky heap. Their ruddy bodies still locked in loves embrace.

Silence falls across the room as the paint of dawn begins to seep into the shuttered window.

"You are a beast. I haven't been loved like dat since before Mount Hyjal." the woman says in a lusty voice.

The hulking orc man smiles through his gleaming tusks.

"Felika, I have never met a woman such as you in all of Draenor." he says and he runs his hand lovingly across her bald head.

The pair smile at one another and exchange a passionate embrace.

"Orkimedes, eet will be dawn soon and I haf ta eat sometin and then head out to da Drag to sell my goods. Can you join me fa dinner again tonight?" Felika says with a wink and a sly smile.

The ancient shaman sighs and sits up in bed as he pulls his white hair back into a ponytail.

"I don't know what I am gonna do Felika. I need to find out what is going on and soon. The spirits of our ancestors cry out to me, but I am at a loss as to what the problem is."

Felika stands up and strides across the room. Her shapely nude body silhouetted against the trickle of dawn coming through the shutters. She picks up a cup and a pitcher, fills the cup, and takes a long drink of whatever wine was left from dinner.

"You said dat you suspect sometin is happenin to dese Gruntlins?" she says as she refills the cup, and hands it to the shaman.

"Yes, I have seen some of them in town with some suspicious injuries. However, Eitrigg thinks it is just from the rigors of being an apprentice." Orkimedes sigh and sits deep in thought for a moment. "I am thinking about going to Icecrown to figure out how these soldiers are earning the right to possess a Gruntling."

"I have been dere" Felika says as she picks up a slice of leftover meat from the table "eets de only place I can find gray dye. Anyway, eets not a nice place, you should forget about eet and stay ere wit me." she smiles lustily through her tusks as she takes a bite of the roasted boar.

"You insatiable she wolf!" Orkimedes smiles broadly back at her. "No, I have to do something. Besides, I'll only be gone for a few days at most. There will be plenty of time for trying to satisfy you when I return."

The white haired shaman stands up from the bed and grabs his red tunic. As he pulls it over his head, Felika sits down at the table and pours some more wine.

"hehe maybe eef you got a gruntling of yer own you could have him elp me out sellin trade goods on da Drag"

Orkimedes snorts at her. "I doubt that Thrall intended for these Gruntlings to be used as slave labor when he brought them out of the orphanages for the Argent Crusade."

As he picks up his bulging backpack from the corner the sultry orc woman stands up from the table and grabs him aggressively with her strong arms.

"Okay, ye can go but youd better be careful over dere. If you play yer cards right Ill make you mah husband wheen you come back." she says as she buries her face in his broad chest.

The shaman smiles and once again gently runs his hand across her shiny, bald head.

The pair hold one another for a moment before releasing their passionate embrace. Then, without saying a word or shedding a tear, he walks out of the hovel and departs into the streets of Orgrimmar.

With any luck the zeppelin to Northrend will be arriving soon.