The Keep

They decided to meet in Ratchet at the inn later that night. Celebrin was running late, and just missed the boat. She fidgeted, waiting and thinking of seeing her beloved again. He was a busy troll, always on some mission or another for his employer, and she hated to keep him waiting. Right as she was contemplating swimming across the sea to Ratchet the boat arrived and she ran on board, tapping her foot.

She ran into the inn, spotting him instantly. “You’re late…” he frowned. Celebrin blushed and looked at the ground. “I’m so sorry Zijil, I just…” he cut her off, smiling. “Come, I know of a more secluded place.” She grinned happily as she bounced along behind him pleased he wasn’t all that upset.

She followed him up the hill to an emptied house. Smiling, she sat on the bed across from him. She had taken the afternoon to mend and wash her dress, though she had forgot to put it on in her haste. She was wearing something she had purchased earlier in the week – a green top, laced up the middle, black pants with red stitching that ended a few inches before her long, reddish thigh high boots. She stammered something about being sorry for not being better dressed, but Zijil just dismissed it with a wave of his hand.

Celebrin usually hated the feel of leather, but these clothes were more comfortable than even her dress, hugging her body just right. She was pleased that Zijil approved; she wanted so desperately to make him happy. She folded her legs underneath herself, as she reached over to touch Zijil’s arm. She smiled softly, trying to catch his eyes as he stared off in thought. He looked back at her and grinned. “I should ask that favour of you now.”

And Zijil had had the most disturbing favour to ask of Celebrin. She understood the mission, though she didn’t understand the motivation or cause, and she thought it better not to pester her lover with asking details. She trusted him, after all, to do the best for her.

And she couldn’t say it didn’t excite her, at the same time that it frightened her. He seemed rather insistent that she use her body to extract secrets from the alliance. She walked from the Ratchet hideaway the next morning with a slight limp to her step, cheery, though somewhat apprehensive. She caught the next ship back to Booty Bay, then flying back to the Lakeshire Inn that she was staying at for the next few days. She fell into an exhausted sleep after the evening romp with Zijil, waking just before sunset.

She stretched, changing from her sleep clothes into her battle gear, preparing to clear her mind and wait for dusk before carrying on with her mission. However, the first battle she ran into ended in her being knocked unconscious. When she came to, there was a human standing over her. “You shouldn’t have moved. I could have saved you… I think” he exclaimed. Celebrin smiled softly, tired. “Maybe would could team up, I think we’d work great together.” “Sure. I just have to kill some disgusting gnolls.” “You took the words from my mouth… disgusting.”

And so they ran into battle, taking on all the gnolls they could, helping one another and succeeding in finally collecting the bounty that was placed for the creatures. Celebrin smiled happily before she noticed that her dark haired human had disappeared from her view. Stepping on the nearby picnic table, she spotted him sitting on the dock, staring into the water. Celebrin sighed, thinking of how much easier it is for other elves to seduce men while hers was sulking at the water.

She ran over to him, taking a seat beside him. “What are we doing over here?” she asked, hoping that she was properly displaying the look of teasing that she’s seen on the faces of other elves when they were playing their games. He sighed, staring at the lake, and began talking of his past, and all the pain and hardship. Celebrin resisted the urge to roll her eyes as he droned on about his pain as she lightly rested her fingers on his upper arm. Before long, he burst into tears and clutched himself to her chest. She smiled, hoping it was all an attempt to seduce her, as she played with his hair.

But he seemed distracted. “Want to go kill things then? Take your mind off of this?” He looked up at her with wet eyes. “You don’t take offense to where my head is?” Celebrin looked down at him, again resisting the urge to roll her eyes, as she stammered a response. “Well, you’re sad.. so, it’s alright” and with that, he decided he needed to confess his deep love for the woman he had just met, before taking her hand and leading her to battle. She sighed, allowing herself to be dragged along. “Would you like a drink?” she asked, as she downed one of the many alcoholic beverages she kept handy. He told her no, but that maybe later he’ll take her some place quiet.

Celebrin’s heart leaped! Her first day on the mission, and she was going to succeed! She happily leapt into the battles, fighting off legions of orcs and murlocs and still more gnolls, all the while trying to get him to finish up and ravish her. When they defeated the last gnoll, they ran back to town. “I can’t wait to reach the 21st season!” he exclaimed happily. “Oh?” Celebrin responded, trying very hard to care. “Yes, I have this!” he said as he pulled a long, silver-threaded robe from his backpack. She smiled softly “That’s great! Now… about that quiet spot.” He looked back at her. “Oh yea, right, sure. Let’s go” Celebrin nodded “I just have to change” she explained, turning her back on the human, and returning again a moment later in her much slinkier black dress. She smiled at him as he told her the “you can change in front of me if you wanted. I don’t want to force you or anything.”

Celebrin grinned happily. Usually, she’s heard, if a guy says he wouldn’t want to force a girl, it means he has a somewhat violent side to conceal that he’s trying to fight. Considering Zijil is quite… gruff in bed, she had come to crave it. Finally, as night fell, he led her into Elwynn Forest, up a cliff, and to a small ledge. She itched, uncomfortable after the climb, in her dress which was now soiled. She again excused herself and went being the tree, changing into her supple leather outfit that properly exposed the middle of her torso. She smiled at him as she frowned up with her, again mentioning that she should have changed in front of him, and again mentioning that he wouldn’t force her.

She was happy with the hopes of it being an exciting evening. That is, until he pulled out his flute, in a very un-metaphorical sense. He began to play her a song, which nearly lulled her to sleep, as she tried to look interested in what was going on as her cunt throbbed with intent. “Oh! You’re good at that. I wander what else you’re good at,” She smiled coyly at him, running her fingertips across her collarbone. “I can juggle!” She laughed… until she realized he was serious when he tossed three balls up in the air.

Celebrin nearly lost it. All these other fucking insipid night elves with not a thing going on in their head can seduce these humans, but I can’t get mine to stop juggling! She seethed, and pouted, and knew something drastic was needed. She smiled softly, allowing her cheeks to flush. “You know, I’m embarrassed at how wet my panties are.” The human flinched at looked up, somewhat interested, finally. “Really?” She smiled, wider now, nodding. He let the juggling balls disappear. He kissed her, finally. She sighed a sigh of relief, which she was sure he took to believe was pleasure, as he fumbled with her shirt. He removed it, then looked up at her “You’re going to have to take off the pants.” She smiled, lifting her ass from the hard ground that he must have thought romantic, and pulled them off, folding them beside her. He smiled at her, finally unclasping her bra.

Suddenly, he looked up at the night sky. “Oh! I have to go!” He stood, grabbing her clothes and handing them to her. “Sorry, I just really want to hit the 21st season.” He left. Quickly. Leaving Celebrin in the cold night, wearing only her panties, holding her clothes and feeling very, very angry.