Cassari teething

[moonshadows]

Cassari, my normally well-behaved baby girl, is teething. Even with two druidic parents to ease the pain, she’s been surly and fussy for close to two weeks now, and my patience is wearing thin. I finally get her napping when Broll comes back from venting his frustration outside, and his arms are very warm and gentle around me as I lean face-first into his chest. The scent of him makes me remember that giving our baby the life-energy she needed was a pleasure as well as a biological imperative, and I have just started to wonder if Broll would be open to a little stress-relieving when Cassari wakes suddenly with an ear-piercing shriek.

I sob a little into Broll’s chest.

“I’ve got her,” Illidan says, swooping the girl up and bouncing her. “I’ll take her for the rest of the night and sound-proof the room; you two go relax.”

“Thank you,” I whimper before fleeing to the bedroom, dragging Broll with me. “Massage,” I half-demand, shucking tunic and pants and flopping face-first onto the bed.

“As you wish,” he says mildly, shifting to nightsaber and expertly kneading my tense back with his broad paws.

It was a massage like this, I remember, that preluded the first time Illidan and I satisfied ourselves on each other with Elune’s insistent blessing. My loins tingle at the memory of Broll’s nightsaber penis, and I wonder if he can smell my arousal. Moments later, the paws become kneading hands.

“Why’d you change?” I demand.

The hands still. “Because I can massage your shoulders better like this?”

“I like the paws.”

“…because touching you like this makes me think about other ways I’ve touched you, and it’s easier to ignore my erection in this form,” he half-growls.

“What if I want that, and not just the massage?” I bite my lip; it shouldn’t be this hard to express my desire for a man I’ve sucked off multiple times! But then again, taking it from ‘because the baby needs it’ to ‘because I want it’ is a big step.

“I’ll go get Cassari and send Illidan to you,” he says heavily.

“No.” Fighting the surface of the bed, I roll onto my back so that his hands – which had raised to let me turn – are now hovering over my breasts. “That’s why he has the baby.”

“But…” His brows furrow. “You’re linked with him, he can feel everything you want. Isn’t it better with him?”

I pull his hands down, shivering deliciously as Broll instinctively squeezes my breasts. “Which feels better,” I ask throatily, “your hand…or mine?”

He shudders at the memories. “Yours…oh. You really want…?”

“Shift back,” I urge, pulling one leg free to caress his thigh with my calf.

A breath later, broad paws knead my breasts lightly before moving to the bed on either side of me, and Broll’s sandpaper tongue is like lightning against my nipples, making me cry out.

“You’re sure about this?” he asks, the tip of his penis maddeningly close.

“I want you.” I lick my lips. “Please, Broll.”

Slowly, slowly, he slides into me, that ridged thickness making me moan. “This,” he pants, “Is the first time since Cassari stopped breastfeeding. I thought…you just didn’t want me once you didn’t need me.”

“I want you.” The words are a pleading moan. “I want you, Broll. Oh-!”

Hearing his name uttered like that makes him thrust deeper, and feeling him move inside me robs me of speech. I spur him on with my cries, uttering his name in a high, tight gasp as my climax takes me, and he follows with a deep, roaring groan that sounds torn out of him. He shifts back and half-rolls over beside me, pulling me close against his chest, murmuring my name like a prayer. Warm and content, we drift like that for a while.

“I like you,” he rumbles softly. “As more than the mother of my child, I mean.”

“I like you,” I murmur into his chest. “I’m glad Varian tried to conscript me all those years ago. I might never have met you otherwise.”

Broll’s arms tighten around me. “He was a good man. I miss him.” He laughs softly. “I was mortified, you know. I never thought I’d ever meet you, the legendary Ellekayne, and then suddenly there you were, and Varian’d tried to order you around. Until you knocked on my door, I was convinced that I would never be anything more than a barely-acceptable fool in your eyes.”

“But you had antlers!”

“You didn’t seem very impressed by them,” he says mildly.

“I was too angry at Varian. I did a lot of thinking about them, and how much you cared about your friends. I was looking forward to seeing you again once that little job was cleared up, but I got called away and somehow our paths never crossed.”

Broll leans away slightly to peer, eyebrows raised, into my face. “You looked forward to seeing me?”

“You’re built like a bear, you take care of your friends, and you have antlers.” Shyly, I trail one fingertip down his chest. “My daughter told me once that if I ever had another child, I shouldn’t do it with her father. You’re the only one I’ve met in ten thousand years that’s made me want to have a child, and I didn’t know how to approach you. I wanted your experience, but I didn’t want to intrude while you were caring for Valeera, so I waited until there was enough of a lull that I wouldn’t be called away until the child was grown. That you were taking her death so hard, I took as a sign that my attentions would be more welcome.” I bite my lip briefly. “I…wasn’t sure you would agree to it.”

Astonished, he says, “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Fear of losing another child,” I say softly. “Or loyalty to her mother.”

A long moment later, he hugs me tightly to his chest again. “From death, comes life. Neither of them would have thanked me for continuing to dwell in the past and molder in my grief – nor would Varian and Valeera. And without you, I would have done just that.” He laughs ruefully. “Some destiny-touched man I am.”

“Destiny is a hard burden to bear.” I hug him back as best I can. “Illidan was so wounded from his that it took four thousand years for him to start to live again. True strength isn’t never needing a shoulder to lean on, it’s knowing when to lean on the shoulder offered to you, and when to be the shoulder for another.”

Broll chokes back a sob, head bent to nuzzle my hair – then jerks and starts to laugh.

“What?” I lean back, trying to see, and he lets me go – but covers his face with his hands. “What did you do?”

“I poked myself in the nose,” he chuckles. “Nearly got your little antler up my nostril.”

For a second, all I can do is gape. Then the laughter comes, which sets him off again, and for many minutes two of the greatest druids in the world are reduces to gasping, choking, crying hysterics. When it finally fades, among breathy giggles and mutters of sore muscles, I am sprawled on his chest, belly, and legs as a nightsaber, my purrs his reward as he hugs me gently.

By the time dawn comes and Illidan slides into bed with us, reporting that Cassari is sound asleep, we are pleasantly exhausted and the next several years are looking very bright indeed.