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Hello everyone! I decided to post this up here. It's my very first story. Ever. I originally started this for Darknest, but I came here when the server went down. For this story, a pace is equal to six feet and a stone is equivalent to fourteen pounds. I added some astericks between major time shifts to help readers follow the changes.

I'm having a little trouble deciphering the upload process so any suggestions would be a help. I think I got the folders right, but now I have a few in my list that I cant delete. Anyway, please be gentle all. Comments are welcome.

Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE

Rendlethaven Mordrogon paced quickly down the wide street. He was well built for a human, at just over a pace in height and weighing in around 16 stone. Of course, when you live in the Horde-controlled village of Shady Vale, you had to be powerful, big, or quick-witted. Orcs, Trolls, Ogres, Tauren, and many, many others passed through the town coming back and forth from the lines.

Shady Vale was annexed by the Horde and converted to a military outpost to take advantage of its location. The settlement was nestled inside imposing cliff faces deep in the Stonetalon Mountains, approachable from only one or two sides. Over the years the conflict with the Alliance had moved away and left the population desperate for income. Word had spread that Shady Vale's remote location was perfect for those who required discretion or a place to flee. Now the town was a bastion of criminal and deviant activities, some practiced by the transients passing through and some by the more permanent inhabitants.

Nearly all of the races were present in Shady Vale. Races like the Blood Elves kept separate in their own portions of the village while others like the Gnomes stayed low, hid their faces, and passed through the village as quickly as they could. Goblins walked with their heads up, looking for an opportunity to make an arrangement and earn another copper. Plenty of opportunities were available in the town, at the dealer's risk. The town was rife with underhanded transactions and dirty deals, so much that the settlement was often referred to as "Shady Deal".

A small portion of beings, corrupt or otherwise, maintained permanent residence in the town. Ren was second-generation of the local population. As he hurried along, he idly noticed the street was getting dirty again. Soon, the Blood elf mages would send their slimes down every street in the town, dissolving all organic matter, including any luckless soul caught in their path. Ren stayed abreast of the scheduled cleanings to avoid the gooey creatures all together.

The street was far from empty. Various goblin stalls lined the edges of the street, each goblin hawking their wares and trying to simultaneously avoid getting pummeled by some of the nastier denizens. Others walked among the stalls or moved up and down the street. To one side, an Orc haggled with a Goblin over a new axe handle. To the other, a Troll was still raining blows on a bloody lump that looked as though it may have started out as a Gnoll.

Ren absorbed the sights and sounds of the street. In his heart the cruelties he witnessed panged him with sorrow but he kept a forceful check on his emotions. Weakness in this place would be akin to a death sentence. But look he did, unable to stop seeing the atrocities and tragedies going on around him.

He turned his head away from the latest carnage and spotted a set of eyes staring at him from beneath a stall awning. The young Gobliness was standing behind the table of the stall, off to one side, trying to avoid the wild arm swings of the older male next to her. The male Goblin was in the process of negotiating with a customer and was punctuating his argument with sweeping hand gestures. The Gobliness spotted Ren's return glance and slowly licked her lips. Like many other females of the Goblin race, she was surprisingly attractive. Cute pointed ears framed her cherubic face, accented by full lips and heavy-lidded eyes. She reached up with one hand and pulled down one side of her low-cut dress, brazenly displaying her full breast as her tongue made "come here" gestures in his direction. Ren smiled back, never breaking stride, until the older male noticed what she was doing and landed a resounding slap across the back of her head.

Ren flinched and turned away from the ensuing argument just in time to stop himself from running into a moving grey wall.

He looked up as the massive Ogre stalked straight across the street, apparently aiming for a small alley between the stalls. In one massive fist, a two handed war axe balanced over one shoulder. In the other, three chains were trapped in the Ogre's grip. The chains trailed a few paces behind and terminated at the bulky metal collars of three human females. The females were completely naked and bound at the wrists. They were struggling to maintain the same pace as the walking mountain that led them. From the various scrapes and drag marks each of the women were sporting, Ren surmised that each had fallen at least once already. If one fell, even her weight dragging behind would not even slow the Ogre, who was at least two and a half paces tall with an astonishingly muscular build.

The peculiar entourage was coming from the direction of the slaver blocks across town. The Ogre was taking the females back to his mound, where Ren knew he would slowly rape them to death and then eat them. The massive creature was employed by the Goblin cartel and would repeat this scene every week at the slaver blocks, all with females of other races. Ren turned his gaze away as the bound and gagged females trudged by. He did not want to meet their eyes. Ren had made eye contact once before and saw eyes filled with the sure knowledge of what was to happen to them. He tried to avoid such contact since.

As soon as the way was clear, Ren continued up the street at an even quicker pace. The moments he lost as he waited for the Ogre had put him behind schedule. Around a curve in the street, turn unto a slightly smaller avenue, and right up to large stone house with a familiar set of thick wooden doors. As Ren approached, the big doors exploded outward in an explosion of green flame and a large Orcish form sailed out into the street. The smoking Orc bounced twice and came to a stop propped upright against a wall on the far side of the street.

"How DARE you tell me you won't pay!" the figure standing in the shattered doorway bellowed at the top of his lungs.

"Nobody defrauds Gareth Mordrogon! I performed my part! Now you will give me what is mine!"

The robed figure pointed a manicured finger at the dazed Orc and grunted a few strange words under his breath. The Orc suddenly looked up at the wizard, eyes widening. Gareth's outstretched finger glowed at the tip and the Orc's body began to convulse. The Orc's breastplate cracked down the middle and fell to the sides. A quivery moan escaped the Orc's lips as the flesh of its chest peeled itself back and exposed the bone underneath. That too cracked down the center and the Orc screamed as the sternum wrenched itself apart. Gareth crooked his finger slightly and the Orc's heart leaped from its chest, only to stop, quivering, when the veins and arteries connected to it reached their maximum stretching point. Ren could plainly see the heart beating rapidly and violently as it hung in the air in front of the Orc. The creatures breathing sounded asthmatic as it gasped in indescribable pain.

"When I see you again, bring what you owe me!" Gareth coiled his finger the rest of the way to his palm and the Orc's heart tore itself from its grisly moorings and sailed across the street to plop wetly on the stoop. The Orc slumped over to the side, clearly dead. Gareth turned and nonchalantly regarded the building's damaged opening. As he surveyed the broken hinges, he spoke calmly to Ren without looking at him.

"Did you bring what I asked?" Ren stepped closer and handed his father the package he had brought.

"Yes, Father. Lirrak of the Apocethary sends his regards."

"Excellent...you were almost late."

"My apologies, Father, it will not happen again." Ren knew not to try to provide an excuse to his father. Years of working with fel magics had warped him into a strict disciplinarian. Gareth Mordrogon was one of the few privileged humans allowed to study with the Archmages of the Blood Elves and he was one of the most powerful. It made Ren's twenty winters on Earth an interesting span, to say the least.

"See that it doesn't...and contact the Forsaken. Tell them that when that Orc comes back, I will wish to speak to him again."

"Yes, Father." Ren turned and followed the mage into the house. The doors creaked, groaned, and slapped themselves back into the opening of the doorway, hinges and doors both regenerating to their former, unmolested state. It wasn't the first time his father had thrown someone out of the house.

"Mal'therius Agromath will be stopping by tonight. I will be in my rooms until then. Announce his arrival immediately."

"Yes, Father." Ren's heart quickened a little. Agromath had twin daughters close to Ren's age. Both of them had introduced Ren to the joys of the opposite sex two summers ago. He had not seen either since the fall of last year.

"Father, will Armiella and Jaica be joining him?"

Gareth paused and turned to his son.

"I doubt it. Jaica no longer speaks with her father since he offered Armiella to Grauzel the Defiler in exchange for the energies of Grauzel's minions."

Ren stopped short and looked at his father aghast. Being around his father, Ren knew the demon of whom he spoke. Grauzel was an enormous humanoid figure with dinner plate-sized hooves and vast, bat-like wings. The fiend had the face of a mutated horse, the horns of some crazed ram, and matted, patched fur all over its body. The most notable feature of the evil spirit was its enormous manhood, standing straight up and away from its body at all times. The thing was thicker than Ren's arm and almost as long. This, and the creature's unfulfilled desire to plunge its massive appendage into hapless females, gave it its name. Gareth turned back away and continued to walk as he spoke.

"I understand she will expect delivery of the fiend's cub any week now. Mal'therius is gaining immense power from this trade."

Ren fought to keep his voice from trembling as he asked,

"How could Mal'therius offer his own daughter?"

Gareth didn't even pause.

"Mal'therius has long been displeased with Armiella. He is convinced that her obvious physical flaws are simply the by product of her inherent flaws. She would never have been able to maintain the courage necessary to feed on a demon's energy."

At that point, both men were passing through the sitting room in which Ren's father kept some comfortable chairs and tables to entertain fellow mages when they visited. Ren sat down in one of the chairs, trying not to sigh openly in front of his father. Gareth turned to start up the steps and paused again.

"I take it from your expression that you and Armiella were close?"

Ren fought to control his emotions as he prepared a response. Any sign of emotional weakness in front of his father would likely bring Gareth's ire. The mage was a strict disciplinarian and never showed any emotion other than anger. Even then, Gareth's outbursts were thankfully short and focused. Anger was the only emotion the mage ever displayed openly. Even the tryst that produced Ren was a carefully calculated event.

"We were physical for a while." Ren dared not reveal more. His father had constant magic that allowed him to pierce any lie. If he told his father that he had not cared for Armiella, the mage would have known instantly that it was untrue.

"Hmmm, then you are better off, I think. Do not let your emotions lead you through life, Ren. Only through strict mastery of ones self can one master his surroundings. It is bad enough you do not carry the same adeptness at magic as I. I will only accept this different path you have chosen if you strive to obtain mastery of your craft." With a final glance at Ren, Gareth climbed the stairs.

"Yes, Father." Ren sat in the chair with his head in his hands. His thoughts drifted back two summers prior.

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He remembered the day he had first met the twins. Mal'therius Agromath had paid one of his frequent visits to the house to discuss arcane matters with Gareth. Ren had left the two men in the sitting room and walked into the kitchen, expecting to grab a bite. When he walked in, he nearly collided with the two young elvish forms that were already there.

Jaica and Armiella were twin girls at least a summer older than Ren. Side by side, the girls resembled each other only in the faces and ears. The rest of the features between the two were so different that, at first, one could not tell they were related, let alone twins. Jaica was short and thin, with small breasts and an athletic build, typical of the blood elves. Armiella was taller and voluptuous, with wide hips, large, full breasts, and a round, cherubic face. She was so unlike normal blood elves that Ren almost didn't recognize her elven heritage. Jaica was forward, outgoing, and very energetic. Armiella was reserved, thoughtful, and seemingly shy at first. As Ren stood and gaped, Jaica was the first to act.

"Well hello there, handsome. Armiella, have you ever seen such an attractive human?" Jaica had stepped right up to Ren and regarded him from inches away. Ren tried not to squirm as he became acutely aware of Jaica's subtle perfume.

"I am Jaica. That is my sister, Armiella. And you are... dinner?" By this time, Armiella had moved to flank Ren on the side. Her shy smile looked out of place with the mischievous gleam in her eyes. Ren's focus flicked rapidly back and forth between the two women. Jaica studied him thoughtfully for a moment more and then opened her eyes wide in realization.

"Why Armiella! I believe this yummy hunk has never been with a woman! Can it possibly be we've discovered a virgin at last? Whatever is your name?"

Ren was clearly flustered. The petite elf had instantly deduced Ren's inexperience with the opposite sex. In all of his seventeen summers, he had never even had a girlfriend. His training at the Academy and his lessons with his father had taken all of his free time.

"R-Rendlethaven. But you can call me Ren."

"Ren, eh?...How delicious!"

Jaica's hand had somehow found its way to Ren's crotch. He felt her lightly squeeze his now bulging erection through his breeches. Armiella closed the remaining inches from the side, standing on her tiptoes and whispering into Ren's ear.

"It's going to be..."

That evening introduced Ren to things of which most others only dreamed. Jaica led the way. Her personality swept Ren and her sister into trying everything that she could imagine. Ren often found himself sandwiched between the two, Jaica's firm body and Armiella's soft, supple form. Neither of the two was afraid to pleasure the other as well. Fingers and tongues worked while Ren availed himself of any open orifice he could reach. All three were brought to shuddering orgasm again and again throughout the night until the morning sun found them collapsed in a pile in Ren's bedroom. Both women left before Ren awoke some hours later.

The following six months were an intoxicating daydream as the twins continued to take their fill of Ren's charms. Both women would accompany their father every chance they could, spiriting Ren away as the mages conducted their spellcasting all through the night. Jaica would take the lead, fulfilling her fantasies and inventing new ones on the spot. Ren and Armiella seemed satisfied to be swept along, enjoying the obvious side effects and each other. After a while, Jaica's interest waned and the frequency of her visits dwindled away. Armiella, on the other hand, continued to come as often as she could manage. Ren found himself looking forward to her arrival. He would crave her soft touch and willingness to please. He would often think of the way her full, heavy breasts would feel clenched in his hands or the warm "O" of her mouth moving up and down the length of his manhood. These thoughts would strike at odd moments in the day, leaving Ren with the chore of trying to hide his obvious erection from the rest of the students at the Academy, or worse yet, his father.

As the months passed, Ren finished his training at the Academy. Of course, the Academy was not much more than a few simple buildings and combat fields where grizzled veterans taught the youth of the Horde how to try to survive the front lines. Ren, being one of only a few humans in the town, learned to fight quickly. The instructors delighted in pitting him against young Orcs, Half-Ogres, and Taurens two and three times Rens size. The teen would come home, battered and bruised, to study under the tutelage of his father for a few hours in the evening. Ren often felt he would rather take the beatings at the Academy.

As he grew closer to Armiella, Ren excelled at the Academy, graduating as a Master swordsman and earning the praise of his teachers. When Ren came home, his father gave him a curt congratulations and then informed him that his magical studies would continue until Ren learned enough to become the most effective form of combatant, the Warrior/Mage. The teen sighed and continued his lessons, bolstering himself with the fact that Armiella was still a part of his evenings. The plump elf would pleasure him on the nights she wasn't buried in her own studies. Armiella would spend hours pouring over old scrolls and tomes in her father's study, only to whisper her dreams to Ren as he moved inside her. She wanted to find a way to fill her genetic craving for magic without resorting to draining demons and she searched passionately for the answer in the old writings of her race's past. Ren was supportive, realizing that with Armiella, he could stop pretending to be hard and show his true feelings. He and Armiella would couple ferociously and then discuss the cruelties and atrocities they witnessed that day. Occasionally, they would even entertain Jaica on those nights the slim elf would want a repeat of the trios' first encounters. All together, Ren felt his life was going exceptionally well.

One evening, Ren was preparing to retire to his room for the night. He had just been elected to an assistant teaching position at the Academy. His former trainers were impressed with his abilities and originally wanted him to go to the lines. When his father interceded and reminded them that Ren was still involved in further studies, the Academy staff decided it was wiser to keep Ren closer to home. Gareth Mordrogon often had that effect.

Armiella had slipped away to Ren's room earlier and was probably waiting for him there, naked and caressing herself like as was her normal habit. Ren had delivered drinks to the two mages in the sitting room and had stopped in the kitchen to put the tray in the sink. On his way from the kitchen to his room, it was necessary to pass the sitting room door, standing slightly ajar. The mention of Armiella's name as he passed the slotted opening brought him up short. With a last glance in the direction of his room, Ren decided to listen to see if he could discern what was being discussed about Armiella. Gareth's voice was first.

"I don't understand. I thought both of your daughters were highly gifted in the arts."

"They are, but only Jaica chooses to use her gifts. Armiella is constantly in my study, reading. Now I encourage some study as part of becoming an adult Blood elf, but she does nothing else! The other elves rumor, what with her odd looks, that Armiella may be some sort of changeling. No other Blood elf has her build. If this prattle continues... I don't know..."

Ren slunk away, thankful that years of practice of not disturbing his father had gifted him with the ability to move through the house virtually undetected. He was worried about what Mal'therius had said and resolved to say something to Armiella. But when he got to his room, the voluptuous elf was completely naked on his bed, two fingers buried in her sex, and the other hand helping her to suck on a generous nipple. Ren closed the door behind him and completely forgot everything for a long time.

A few weeks later, Armiella stopped coming to the house. When Ren made discreet inquiries about her, Mal'therius would inform him that it was none of his business. This would normally cause Gareth to give him a stern, dangerous look. Ren eventually stopped asking and dwelled on the void her absence left in his heart.

After a time, Ren resolved to try to recover from losing Armiella. Last winter, Ren had entertained the indulgences of a few of the prettier female Goblins of the village. He had learned in a roundabout way that he was considered to be a skilled and talented lover as well as a fighter. One of the Gobliness' remarked to another when she thought he was out of ear shot,

"Oh aye, he's hung like a horse, too!"

Ren never developed the conceited attitude of his peers. He remained shy and courteous to females, not realizing these traits endeared him to these women. His heart never completely healed, but time worked to assuage the hurt more effectively than any tryst. Ren discovered that he was most attracted to plumper, more voluptuous females and he found himself seeking them out. His peers at the Academy would talk of their conquests and describe the women they sexed in great detail. When Ren realized his own personal tastes were contrary to what seemed popular, he learned to hide those feelings as well.

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Now, as Ren sat in the sitting room with his head in his hands, the emptiness he had felt with Armiella's absence returned anew to wash over him in waves of pain. He struggled to hold back his tears, amazed at how they dripped off the end of his nose unto the carpet. His quiet sobs continued for some time as Ren mourned Armiella alone.

Some time later, Ren steadied himself as he rose. Wiping his face with his handkerchief, he went out the front door and sat on the step. His father had charged him with delivering a message to the Forsaken when they showed to claim the body of the dead Orc and he still had to fulfill that demand. His heart was still hurting from learning of Armiella's fate but he knew he had to move on. Survival in Shady Vale was the most important thing. Ren sat on the step, under the stars, and waited.