moonshadows | Zul'vii gets frisky

Zul’vii lay contentedly, sprawled down the length of Illidan’s body, her head resting on his massive chest while his heavy arms held her loosely. He may have been asleep, he may not have been; she couldn’t tell with him. The purple crystal he’d given her pressed against her chest, absorbing demonic energy before it could reach her. It had only been two days, but already she felt her magic returning. She felt…almost normal. She also felt the hard length of his erection pressed against her inner thigh, and it made her heart flutter. It was one thing for him to declare that he cared about her, even cater to her every whim while she was recovering. It was quite another to be able to get a rise like this out of him, and the implications nearly took her breath away.

“Illidan?”

The green glow of his eyes appeared behind the black cloth covering them. “Hmm?”

Instead of answering, Zul’vii pressed down with the leg trapping his member, rubbing slightly. The big half-demon’s breath hitched, but he made no other response. Again she rubbed, feeling the hard thickness twitch beneath her thigh. Illidan swallowed a groan. She rubbed a third time, and his arms tightened around her in a way that meant ‘stop’.

“Curse you, woman. Stop taunting me.” There was no heat in his growl, no bite – just calm, and the slightest hint of annoyance.

A little annoyed herself, Zul’vii propped herself up so that she could stare down into his face from a superior height. “I’m not taunting, you decrepit old fossil! I’m offering.”

Now she got a reaction – if not the one she’d wanted. Illidan scowled, simultaneously sitting up and pushing her off of him. “No. You are still recovering. I will leave you to your rest, since it is clear you will not get any with me here.”

The double meaning ignited her temper. Before he could move to stand up, she reached out and grabbed his shaft through the cloth of his pants. Illidan froze, cock pulsing under her fingers. Zul’vii pressed her advantage, firmly sliding her hand up his captive shaft while the other dove to loosen his drawstring. Breathing raggedly, Illidan lay back down. A tug, and his erection shouldered its way free of the confining cloth. It was bigger than she’d expected, darkly purple and soft to the touch. The Lord of Outland moaned, hands clenched into fists.

Now that she had the advantage, Zul’vii wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. She wrapped both hands around Illidan’s member, causing his hips to buck involuntarily. Taking this hint, she tugged up and pushed down, eliciting a broken-off ‘ah!’ as the outer skin slid up over the head and back down. She pumped him a few more times before pausing.

“I…don’t know exactly what I’m doing,” she admitted.

“Whelp,” he growled, then gasped. “You’re doing just fine.”

Zul’vii resumed the motion, enjoying the way Illidan was helpless beneath her hands. She’d heard enough talk amongst the blood elves to know the rough mechanics of where babies came from, but she didn’t think her nether regions could accommodate something that large. Perhaps, though…

Illidan’s back arched and he bit back another groan as warm wetness enveloped the head of his penis. His restraint, already at its limits, trembled. “Zul’vii,” he panted. “I’m…I’m…” The swirl of her tongue undid him and all rational thought ceased as he shot his load, neither knowing or caring where it went. A low, groaning sigh escaped him as the tension bled out, leaving him feeling like jelly.

Some time later, he became aware that he had been put to rights and that his troll was contentedly draped on him again. With a bit of effort, he forced his arms around her.

“Obnoxious whelp,” he murmured fondly. “I could have taken care of it on my own.”

“You take care of me,” she retorted smugly, “I take care of you.”

Not caring to expend the effort required to argue that, he hugged her tighter and let himself drift on the pleasant sea of afterglow.

Zul’vii lay snuggled contentedly against Illidan, her back against his broad chest, listening to Ember scurry away and down the hall.

“Illidan?”

His arms tightened around her. “Hmm?”

She licked her lips. “Why haven’t you been…” she pressed her bottom against his groin, “…since that one time?”

“I take care of it elsewhere.”

“Why?”

Silence; Zul’vii wished she could see his face.

“Ember likes to bite anything that fits into her mouth, remember?”

Well, now she felt foolish. “What…what do you think about when you do?”

Silence again. Just when she thought he’d gone back to sleep, he whispered, breath warm against her ear.

“Your mouth.”