The Tender
#1 of Freywinn's Fantasy
This is a World of Warcraft based story and although the characters are from WoW I have adapted them and switched up the storyline some. I don't claim them as originally my characters or any of that legal nonsense. But anyway, I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do. Comments are loved, advice is required, and encouragement is needed!
Chapter 1 The Tender
The Blood Elf paced back and forth muttering. His orange hair was drawn back into a ponytail which flicked back and forth with each pass forward and back down the short crystalline bridge to his small lab. He had epaulets of bright green leaves that shimmered in the bluish glow of the crystal lamplight. They seemed even brighter in contrast to his hair and stood out as the most defining feature about him. He wore a tiara with a green gemstone in the middle of it, possibly as a means of recognition amongst the underlings of the lab, or simply to keep his bangs out his face during his work. Either way it flawlessly matched his attire. He wore bracers that were laced together along his wrists, most likely made from the same metallic material his tiara was made from. His chest piece was green on his chest, probably some sort of exotic dragon scale, but as it tapered down to his waist it was interwoven with what appeared to be grey feathers to form the flowing part of the robes.
His eyes glimmered green as they darted about, his pacing became more panicked. "Surely, he should have arrived by now... What could be keeping him?" He muttered angrily. "If I don't get his lab results soon, Kael'thas will have both our heads..."
"No need to get your ponytail in a knot." A voice interrupted from the shadows. Stepping out of the dusky corner of Freywinn's lab the blue skinned Satyr approached cautiously, eying the Blood Elf with disdain.
"You kept me waiting long enough... I hate it when... your kind, just appears from the shadows like that." Freywinn remarked.
The Satyr's hooves clopped painfully off the crystal flooring of the lab. He had a pale blue skin tone adorned with exotic lime green fur coating his shoulders, forearms, and from the waist below. Vicious long horns protruded from his skull and clawed skyward. A scraggily beard countered the horns desperate reach by drooping tiredly with gravity. Claws adorned each of his monstrous hands and accentuated the beast hidden inside the barely humanoid body. His chest was muscled and bare, it pushed outward with each ragged breath of the Satyr.
"Thorngrin what are the results? Can it be done? And for pity's sake could you please clothe yourself! This isn't some whorehouse operation we are running here..." Freywinn was beyond agitation by his lateness and perhaps a bit jealous of the toned physique of the Satyr's body.
"See something you like?" Thorngrin flirted daringly, flashing a toothy snarl of a grin.
"No... just something I don't! Now what are the results?" He countered.
"Fine then... The purity of this entire vessel is diluting our chances of interconnecting the fel energies with the plant life. The Naaru have resided here for far too long and their benevolence has lingered in their absence." The Satyr flicked his tail flirtatiously at the Blood Elf as he passed him by.
"This is terrible! What are we going to tell him?!" Freywinn was far too distraught to react to Thorngrin's advance at him.
"What do you mean we? This is your coffin not mine. I'm not running the Botanica."
"You belligerent ingrate, you won't help me with this after all I've done for you? Don't forget it is by my hand you are even still breathing!" Freywinn shouted angrily.
Thorngrin spun in place to look at the Blood Elf. As if thinking over the past and failing to recall Thorngrin simply shrugged at him and continued walking away. This in turn made Freywinn furious. "You won't be sneaking into my bed anytime soon!" He growled angrily. This made the Satyr freeze. Freywinn smirked at the knowledge of Thorngrin's biggest weakness. In a cloud of smoke Thorngrin disappeared and reappeared in front of Freywinn, not even a foot away.
"Perhaps," the Satyr bargained, "There is a way I can help you. I know of a special reagent that might be able to counterbalance the holy aura of this place... But..." Thorngrin trailed one of his clawed fingers down the Blood Elf's chest. "This knowledge will come with a price."
As he continued moving his finger steadily downward Freywinn spoke up, "Oh I think I know how to appease you."
Thorngrin grasped at the Blood Elf's groin and responded, "You won't have time to pay me in full now. But when you get back from your trip..." The Satyr massaged at Freywinn through the feathers, "We will have plenty of time to negotiate the terms."
"That's true. Kael'thas will be needing those results by the end of the week! Where is this reagent?!" The Blood Elf squirmed with anxiety in the clawed hold of the Satyr. Thorngrin released his grip on Freywinn's crotch and without a word walked down the crystal bridge to the Blood Elf's lab table. Pushing a few worthless plant specimens off the Satyr sat himself on it, his two cloven legs hanging limply to the ground. Not hanging so limply however was the pulsing dick protruding from the furry green bush of the Satyr's groin.
"Coax it out of me, we've some time to kill," the Satyr seduced.
Sighing the Blood Elf complied. Approaching Thorngrin he received a brief encouraging kiss and then was hastily encouraged to his knees with a push. The Blood Elf knew all too well how to treat the Satyr. They had spent a few rare nights of oral sex under the crystal glow of lamplight. This was no one's first. Freywinn took the entire length of Thorngrin's rod into his mouth and buried his face into the hairy forest of his groin. Inhaling deeply he reveled in the musky scent that enticed him to begin his fastidious pleasuring. Lapping his tongue around the swollen dick he made certain to have drenched the entire length of it in his spit.
The Satyr grinned with thorns as he was pleasured. It had been a few weeks since the two of them had last slept together and the Satyr had been lusting for the warmth of the Blood Elf's lips ever since. It was often at night he would wake in terror to find his penis viciously unsatisfied and would recall back to the first touch of Freywinn's tongue to his meat. The tender uncertainty and innocence that had so quickly evaporated into a beast that needed to be sated. He grunted bestially as Freywinn began to pass his lips over the tip of his penis repeatedly only to draw them back just as suddenly.
Freywinn was certain that Thorngrin was close, judging by the ragged breathing and erratic pulse he could feel throbbing in his dick. He was ready for the warm spill of sticky lust liquid, the possible uncontrollable beastly thrusting the Satyr could beat into him, the grip on the back of his head forcing him down even more. None of these things happened though. Instead he was pushed off the Satyr's penis.
"What's wrong? You were about to..." He was cut off as the Satyr lifted him to his feet and embraced him in an odd hug.
"You have been a good friend to me... and I have been nothing more than a domineering sex addict. You don't deserve this type of cruelty. And although it pains me to say this I must... I'm leaving." The Blood Elf could hear what seemed to be a sniffle from Thorngrin.
"Is... is it something I did?" Freywinn questioned, now released from the touching embrace. He then caught a glimpse of a tear trailing off into the depths of the Satyr's beard.
"No... It's something you are. You are too good a person to be treated this way. Even my twisted heart can feel this. I'm not meant to be with someone as caring and selfless as you. You ask for nothing and I in return demand sexual pleasuring. A Satyr does not deserve this good a treatment. We are the scum of the universe and being with you is in fact killing me more and more each day." There was a pause. The two of them just looked at each other, deeper than they ever had before. And then in understood silence Freywinn embraced Thorngrin in another hug.
"Where will you go? What if I want to see you?" Freywinn worried.
"Don't! Don't want to see me. And don't even think of me. I'm going to be among my own kind. Spending so much time away from them has left me feeling... wishy-washy. I'm meant to be a snarling demonic agent of darkness. A trickster in all I do. Don't worry about me. I will make my own way. Worry about yourself. You have a week to thwart the light of this vessel. Eldre'Thalas is where you can find the Felvine, the corrupted fruit of fertility. It is in the possession of a Satyr of whom I have had dealings with in the past. Tell him The Tender sent you. I wish I could be more help to you. But in these final words I wish not a longing glance, or sad reply. Concentrate on your task and goodbye." With his conclusion Thorngrin waved a clawed hand past Freywinn's face and in a fiery tornado had teleported him away.
Thorngrin sat there. Depressed. Alone. He had done the right thing by both of them though. He glanced down to his hard on and sighed. He wasn't depressed for long as he began to fist rapidly at his member. He was already feeling his natural wicked sense returning to him. Once satisfied with the mess he left in remembrance of him, he disappeared in smoke to go back and rejoin his sect...