The Keep

Celebrin hated the Alliance. She didn’t know much, but she did know that. She would stroll through Teldrassil and observe the disgusting elves that were interested in no more than playing their sexual games, always dancing and fondling one another. And it was even worse in Goldshire, which seemed to be the cesspool of the alliance and where the air smelt of sex and testosterone. Celebrin hated these silly sexual games that all these alliance play.

And now, all of a sudden, there were shivers coursing through her body and all she could think about was the troll who had taken her heart along with her body.

Celebrin frowned slightly, scrubbing her black dress that had gotten soiled last night. She sat on the shore outside Auberdine with some soap in hand, her navy hair in disarray. It was late in the evening and not many elves were about. She had spent the daylight hours in Zijil’s and her’s meeting spot. He had had to leave early that morning for some order of business. His boss didn’t seem as though he would understand why Zijil would want to spend more time in Ashenvale, so Celebrin persuaded him to leave.

But she had sat, fantasizing for hours, leafing through his books, occasionally catching his scent. She wasn’t very old, but she hadn’t felt as a child for a long time, however he brought about a childlike obsession, a delicious fluttering in her stomach and parts left secret until now.

She smiled at the memories of Zijil’s touch, sitting in her ragged leatherwear that she tried so hard to avoid wearing. In fact, there were many times she ran into battle wearing nothing but her dress and boots, hating the feel of the leather so. She took off her boots to let her feet play in the water while she scrubbed. Noticing there were a few new tears in her dress at the seams she sighed, thinking of the cost to repair before quickly bursting into a large smile at the thought of how it was torn.

Indeed, he had been playing quite rough with her lately, though she didn’t mind. To see him in ecstasy was more than enough to cause her to bite on her lower lip and bear any accidental pain, and afterwards he would always kiss her wounds goodbye.

Celebrin stood, holding her wet dress in front of her as the waves lapped at her toes. She nodded, satisfied, before walking back into the upstairs of the Auberdine Inn and into the temporary room she was renting. She drew the purple drapes around her bed and hung up the dress to dry. She took off her ragged leather clothing, folded it neatly and tucking it under her bed before crawling under the silken sheets. Zijil had told her earlier that he wouldn’t be able to get away tonight, so she was alone with an over active imagination and a now familiar warmth between her legs.

She sighed lightly as she allowed her fingertips to trail her body, starting at her collarbone. She thought of the times past when her lover had caressed her with his rough hands, as her much smaller and much softer hands roamed over her body. Her cunt had already been throbbing for hours at the hope of having Zijil inside her again and she planned on trying to do something about it so that she could get some sleep tonight.

Her hands remained foreign to her body. She hadn’t actually had such sexual feelings until Zijil awakened the fire inside her. And so she allowed her hands to find her intimate areas and touch and rub and pinch in exploration. She breathed heavily in pleasure, assured that no one else was renting a room for the evening. Her fingers lingered on her already erect nipples, and she slowly grinned before bringing a finger to her mouth and lightly licking it before she brought it back to her chest.

There was a cool breeze off the ocean that rustled the dividing cloth and lapped at the wetness on her breasts. She was being very gentle with herself after the last few sessions with Zijil. Her hands found the fading bruises on her body where he had nipped and kissed just hard enough to create marks. She licked the tip of her finger again as she allowed her hands to wander lower still, over her stomach, wandering down her hips and to her upper thighs before finally giving in and touching her throbbing mound. She shivered in pleasure as she ran her middle finger lightly up and down on her clit, that had been begging for her attention.

She moaned slightly louder now, as she rubbed lower still. Her slit was sopping wet by this point, which caused her instant delight. She fantasized about Zijil and tomorrow night when he could have his way with her again, taking pleasure and pain as one. She was still inexperienced, though he seemed to enjoy her attempts at bringing him satisfaction. She rolled onto her side, squeezing her hand between her thighs as she finally let one finger penetrate herself. And then another. She sighed as she realized that her two fingers were not big enough to substitute for one of Zijil’s as she slipped another inside her slippery slit. She lightly rubbed her thumb on her clit as she slowly pushed her fingers in and slipped them back out.

She panted in delight as she rolled on her back, pounding herself faster, rubbing herself harder now. Another hand wandered to her breasts and stomach before joining with her other hand under her navy hair. She bit on her lower lip as she rubbed furiously at herself, trying to make the throbbing subside. She frowned slightly at her little fingers, realizing that they would not be able to do the job she required of them. She grabbed the metal offhand item, which she purchased earlier in Teldrassil after noticing that it was of a similar size to Zijil’s erect cock.

It was cool from the breeze and she thrust it into herself with little delay, crying out from the chill, before welcoming the thickness of the object. She thrust her hips upward, arching her back as it rammed it in and out of herself, using her other hand to stimulate her clit. Biting harder on her lower lip to stifle a scream of pleasure, she imagined Zijil atop of her, grabbing at her hungrily as he thrust in and out, kissing and nuzzling her face and neck.

The wind blew stronger now, opening her divider slightly and letting in the somewhat distant sound of laughing and drinking. She thrust up and down, letting out several moans of pleasure as she grabbed at herself, her own head drunk on the sensations before letting out a squeal that she could not hold in as her body convulsed with the ultimate pleasure.

She softly rubbed herself, gently playing with her breasts as the shivers continued to course through her body. She smiled, finally satisfied, and rolled to her side to fall asleep before hearing the sound of an obviously intoxicated man stumbling up the stairs, a females giggling following. She heard them fall to the bed before the smell of sex arose. She grunted in displeasure. “Stupid night elves and their sex obsession” she thought, before falling into dreams.