3 posts tagged “night elf”
[world of warcraft] [f/f] [lesbian] [human] [night elf] [druid] [rogue] [awww] [kissing] [sex nao]
Oraibi looked back into her eyes and, in response, leaned in and softly kiss her friend's lips. Ani did not pull away, and after a moment's hesitation returned the kiss, still laying atop her.
Anipuma wore simple clothes; a light, tribal skirt and low blouse for traveling. In contrast, Oraibi wore the airy purple and white robes that marked her as a valued visitor to Dalaran -- but not a true citizen of the magiocracy, for she was unskilled in the arcane arts. As the kiss grew longer, Oraibi's fingers explored the clasps of Ani's clothes, and Anipuma slowly undid Oraibi's robes.
"I...I've never b-been with another girl," murmured Ani, lips warm against Oraibi's full, dark lips.
"It's a good thing I have, then!" said Oraibi, with a playful grin. "You're lucky to have a friend like me!"
"Y-yes, I am..." she said, undoing Oraibi's bodice and pressing long, slender pink fingers against the dark flesh of the human woman's chest. "Like this?"
"Ooh," said Oraibi. "Well, let's think of it this way, we're both girls and have similar parts, right? So what do you like to do, when you're alone, to make yourself feel good?"
Anipuma smiled shyly. "Go out on a t-tree, and t-touch... well... you know!"
Oraibi giggled, while removing Anipuma's top, tossing it aside on the wine-dampened carpet beside the couch, baring the Kaldorei's perky breasts. "I bet the trees like that. Careful, some druids may be watching!"
Ani flushed lavender, dark color entering her cheeks. "One t-time I really surprised an Ancient..."
The raven-haired human laughed at the image. "Oh, Ani!" she said with a smile, and cupped the elf's breasts gently with her hands, thumbs rolling over the soft skin of her chest.
"Mmmm," said the druid, closing her eyes. She moved her hands down the curves of her human friend; breasts and waist and hips, more curvaceous than her own lanky young elven shape, so very different and feminine. It felt unusual to the elf, but not wrong. Not at all wrong.
"My pretty Do'rah Adore." Oraibi brought one hand down Ani's bare back, squeezed her rump; the elf gave a cute little squeak and brought her hands up from the outside of Oraibi's thighs to brush the dark hair from her face.
"I'm not t-too heavy, am I?" she asked.
The human woman smiled and shook her head. "Nope." Her fingers explored down between their two bodies, parting the soft patch of blue hair she found. "Ani, you haven't been with a girl, but you -have- ... been with someone else before, right?"
Eyes closed, murring happily, Ani nodded her head. "Mm, y-yes, Taran Ic--" Her eyes opened and she looked away, blushing. "I mean, I'm n-not a virgin."
Oraibi grinned and winked. "Psst, a secret for you -- neither am I."
"I kn-know..." said Anipuma, not quite getting the jest, but smiling at her friend anyway.
The Stormwind barrister smiled back. "Now, let's see what you like, my dearest friend..." And two of her fingers dove forward, pressing against the wet warmth of Anipuma's sex.
The druid gave a little gasp and a soft moan. "...th-that!"
(More to come. I haven't written pr0n in ages! Bear with me.)
[world of warcraft] [f/f] [lesbian] [human] [night elf] [druid] [rogue] [awww] [purple tigers] [no sex yet]
"So really when you think about it, the Defias are the good guys, and the nobles of Stormwind -- because they refused to pay the stoneworkers guild for rebuilding the city -- are the bad guys!" Oraibi paused to sip her wine, and looked out over the bright Northrend dawn lighting up the Dalaran landscape below.
"N-no," said her best friend quietly. Oraibi had first met the reserved and shy Anipuma, a Kaldorei druid, in the city under discussion; a native of Stormwind, Oraibi had mistaken the night elf in her hunting form for some hunter's lost nightsaber. The years had brought them close, but even so, the human rogue was prone to speaking without thinking.
"Well, the Stormwind royal justice court bought it at least twice," said Oraibi, smiling with pride in her legal wrangling. "I have to keep up my reputation as the Alliance's most unorthodox defense barrister somehow, you know!"
Anipuma narrowed her eyes at her friend; her long eyebrows drooped beside her youthful face. "You d-defended those ... bad people?" she asked softly.
"They're not all that bad," answered Oraibi, her gaze momentarily distracted by a rider on a red drake flying past. Her barristry career afforded her many perks, even here in the city of mages; one was a rented tower suite with a great balcony for entertaining visiting friends.
"Yes, they are," responded the night elf, slowly and measuredly, no sign of her characteristic stutter in her voice. "They're killers ... and monsters."
Oraibi laughed it off. "They're well-meaning incompetents who got caught up with zeal for a good cause! I mean, how can you take them seriously?" She grabbed a red napkin off the table set between her couch and Ani's, and held it up to her face. Her voice was as low as she could manage. "'The Brotherhood will not tolerate your ac--'"
In a blur of speed, Oraibi found herself sprawled back on her Quel'dorei-style couch; a large, angry feline creature atop her with claws at her throat; the table between them knocked over and the half-full glasses of Dalaran wine spilled into the plush carpet. A barrister by trade and a swashbuckler by avocation, Oraibi was fast -- but not fast enough to fend off her enraged friend.
The feral druid's words were between a hiss and a growl, forced out through a leonine mouth not meant for speaking in Common. "If you...finissssh that sssentence...I will have yourrrr thrrrroat..." snarled Ani, claws pressing against the human woman's neck.
"Ani--" gasped Oraibi. "What are you...oh, by the Light! I'm so sorry!" The words tumbled from her mouth as the dark purplish-blue tiger atop her caught the edge of the napkin with one sharp saber-tooth and tore it away from the other woman.
The druid bared her teeth and the claws of her left paw dug into the human woman's shoulder, almost drawing blood. "Monssssterrrrrsssss!" she roared again, shouting in her friend's face, jaws ready to rip and tear.
Oraibi squirmed and struggled, trying to escape, pinned by the weight of the shapeshifted druid atop her. "Ani! Ani! It's me, Oraibi!"
Anipuma turned her head to the side -- not considering the words as much as lining up her sharp incisors to rip at a throat -- and then paused as the words sunk in. Her glowing, golden eyes went from fiery rage to comprehension to wide-open horror. She gave a gasp and pulled her head back; her fur faded into her pinkish skin, her fangs retracted, her claws changed to hands. "Oraibi, I'm s-so sorry!" she cried, burying her head against the other woman's shoulder.
Oraibi winced a little; the tall, slender elven woman weighed less than her 'saber form, but that shoulder was sore from being clawed. "It's okay, Ani, it's okay," said the rogue, holding the night elf against her chest; the human's large breasts made passable pillows when needed. "I forgot. They ...did things to you, didn't they?"
Anipuma just nodded her head and cried quietly as Oraibi held her and stroked her long, dark blue hair.
"I should have remembered," said Oraibi. "I'm so sorry, Ani." Her friend had been captured by the Defias Brotherhood as a very young druid, held in her nightsaber form, and taunted by them. Ever since, the night elf had hunted them as her prey.
"I'm not mad about th-them," said Anipuma. "I'm m-mad that I lost control... I could have hurt y-you! Badly! I didn't know I'd get so angry..."
"Shh, shh, it's okay," said Oraibi, and nuzzled her friend's long ear and kissed the tip. "We both had wine, we both were just reacting, not thinking."
"I know..." she said, slipping her arms around the human's back, pulling close, face buried against the purple and white fabric that barely covered Oraibi's justifiably renowned cleavage.
Oraibi stroked her fingers down Anipuma's spine gently. "I love you, Do'rah Adore," she said softly, using the nickname she'd given her best friend once she'd learned enough Darnassian to say "purple tiger."
Ani lifted her head to look into Oraibi's violet eyes, her own blue eyes shining. "I love y-you, I do, i-it's true," she said.
(next time: they start to make out! mmm!)
