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Author's Notes: Hey tents! I realize it's been a sec since I posted a story. I wish I had some really good reason, but it's just been good old-fashioned writer's block. That said, got a thing done, got more on the way, and I'm hoping you guys dig this piece!

[flirting] [fu/fu] [kissing/groping] [frotting] [oral]

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The Legerdemain Lounge.‭ ‬A magic-rich tavern in a magic-rich city.‭ ‬It seemed there was a scandal around every corner in Dalaran,‭ ‬some secret to be uncovered,‭ ‬some minor treasure or small-time mission.‭ ‬A city‭ ‬--‭ ‬and an inn‭ ‬--‭ ‬where one could spend weeks and not find every little oddity.‭ ‬Among Dalaran’s other curiosities was the fact that it remained neutral,‭ ‬open to members of both the Alliance and the Horde,‭ ‬with the Kirin Tor keeping the peace even when the squabbling factions didn’t exactly play nice.

This openness led to curious occurrences; gnomes arguing over schematics with goblins,‭ ‬tauren comparing hoof structures with the draenei,‭ ‬dwarves getting into drinking contests with trolls.‭ ‬Other races had bad blood that was more difficult to reconcile,‭ ‬with the forsaken largely unwanted wherever they went,‭ ‬and the split factions of the pandaren sharing a bittersweet longing for their other half,‭ ‬divided over ideological grounds.‭ ‬None,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬got along so poorly as the elves‭ ‬--‭ ‬no two groups of elves in particular,‭ ‬but‭ ‬every race of elves with every other‭ ‬race of elves.‭ ‬The nightborne hated the kaldorei,‭ ‬the void elves were traitors to their sin’dorei cousins,‭ ‬and of course,‭ ‬in the middle of it all,‭ ‬was the bitterest feud of the lot:‭ ‬the night elves and the blood elves.‭ ‬Surely,‭ ‬adding even more fuel to the fire beneath that bubbling cauldron of enmity would lead to nothing but disaster....

But Areesia Sunfeather had never been one for doing things by the book.‭ ‬The Lounge was often sufficiently magic-infused to sate the blood elf’s static hunger for mana,‭ ‬but even a moth can become dissatisfied with a candle when a lantern is lit.‭ ‬That lantern,‭ ‬in this instance,‭ ‬was the entrance of a kaldorei woman into the lounge‭ ‬--‭ ‬frightfully tall,‭ ‬as her people tended to be,‭ ‬lean muscle underlying tattooed curves barely hidden by her dark,‭ ‬inscribed harness.‭ ‬It took only an instant to realize that the woman was more than she seemed,‭ ‬as even without the short,‭ ‬slender horns and glowing green eyes‭ (‬partially hidden by tightly-fit goggles as they were‭)‬,‭ ‬the heady reek of fel magic that swirled around her with every step marked her for what she was.‭ ‬Illidari.

Shaggy,‭ ‬midnight-colored hair and a long,‭ ‬tattered black skirt rounded out the newcomer’s appearance,‭ ‬her rose-colored skin perhaps a shade more pale than her kind would consider healthy,‭ ‬but that was often how it was with the Illidari,‭ ‬was it not‭? ‬These demon hunters were often as much a threat to themselves and those around them as they were the creatures they stalked,‭ ‬but right now it wasn’t the danger occupying Areesia’s mind,‭ ‬but that dark beauty.‭ ‬The warlock was not short of her own looks,‭ ‬of course,‭ ‬with a sinuous ponytail of bright crimson clashing against her milky skin,‭ ‬Areesia provided more of a demure,‭ ‬classical aesthetic that belied her dark profession and unchecked urges,‭ ‬both for magic,‭ ‬and...‭ ‬whatever else the elf so happened to desire.

‭“‬So the Illidari‭ ‬do take breaks,‭” ‬Areesia called out from her seat in the corner,‭ ‬raising a glass of wine in a mock-toast and offering a ruby-lipped smirk.‭ “‬What’s the occasion,‭ ‬demon hunter‭?”

The kaldorei arched a long brow,‭ ‬regarding the other elf for a moment as she slowly made her way into the tavern,‭ ‬as if shocked that she was even being addressed.‭ “‬Everyone has to rest sometime,‭ ‬no‭?” ‬she returned the smirk with a grim one of her own,‭ ‬the somewhat darker gesture counterbalanced by the marvel that an Illidari could smile at all.‭ “‬The Legion may not sleep,‭ ‬but we all need a drink once in a while.‭ ‬Bold of you to say anything,‭ ‬sin’dorei.‭”

Though their languages differed considerably from centuries of fractal development,‭ ‬Areesia found she could understand the woman with little difficulty‭ ‬--‭ ‬a strange accent,‭ ‬perhaps,‭ ‬and a bit of an odd turn of phrase now and again,‭ ‬but the two languages were similar enough that they didn’t seem to provide a meaningful barrier.‭ “‬Illidari or not,‭ ‬it’s difficult not to take notice of such a beauty,‭” ‬the blood elf responded,‭ ‬taking a sip from her glass...‭ ‬though she found it no longer wine she thirsted for.‭ ‬Waves of dark,‭ ‬decadent magic‭ ‬dripped from the demon hunter,‭ ‬an after-effect of the foul rituals their kind steeped themselves in,‭ ‬leaving them more monster than elf...‭ ‬more in the warlock’s wheelhouse.‭ ‬Areesia could almost smell the magic on her,‭ ‬a cordial of spicy wickedness not unlike the fel perfume of a succubus.‭ ‬Intoxicating.‭ “‬Areesia Sunfeather,‭” ‬she continued,‭ ‬offering a brief introduction in the face of the kaldorei’s trepidatious leer.

‭“‬Cuergo’s Gold,‭ ‬neat,‭” ‬the night elf nodded to the dark-skinned human woman behind the bar,‭ ‬pushing a handful of gold coins over to her,‭ ‬before turning her eerie,‭ ‬dark-lensed attention back onto the blood elf.‭ “‬Zy’lia...‭ ‬Zy’lia Starfallen.‭” ‬She paused,‭ ‬running her tongue along her extended front canines and getting a better look at the other woman.‭ ‬She was undeniably attractive,‭ ‬clad in cyan-threaded black robes that more closely resembled a dress than something one might wear into battle,‭ ‬a sharp contrast to Zy’lia’s scant,‭ ‬tattered leathers,‭ ‬which still presented their own allure...‭ ‬if more of a dark,‭ ‬rustic kind.

‭“‬So what’s an Illidari doing in a place like this anyway‭? ‬I figured they’d have private demon hunter bars,‭ ‬or something,‭” ‬Areesia continued the conversation while the other elf waited for her drink,‭ ‬not letting attention break.‭ ‬If she’d come this far in getting the battle-weary kaldorei to take notice,‭ ‬she wasn’t letting go so quickly.

‭“‬You try catching a buzz in a room full of long-imprisoned demonic elves.‭ ‬It’s all‭ ‘‬vengeance‭’ ‬this and‭ ‘‬torment‭’ ‬that,‭ ‬hard to relax,‭” ‬Zy’lia shot over a small,‭ ‬fanged grin,‭ ‬distracted only briefly by receiving her drink.‭ ‬A moment to contemplate her options,‭ ‬and the night elf hesitantly made her way over to the warlock’s table,‭ ‬sitting across from her with an expression of quizzical suspicion.‭ “‬Over here you just have the chance of running into unusually friendly sin’dorei in black robes.‭ ‬Not usually a comforting sign,‭ ‬yet somehow I find myself in the mood to take some risks.‭”

“Looker like yourself,‭ ‬you must not find unusual friendliness to be too rare,‭ ‬am I right‭?” ‬Areesia sipped from her drink again,‭ ‬though her eyes were what was really doing the drinking‭ ‬--‭ ‬scanning up and down the other elf,‭ ‬digesting every tight curve and the sweet aroma of all that dark magic.‭ “‬What is rare is an opportunity to spend much time with one of your kind,‭ ‬always sticking to yourself...‭ ‬maybe you’ll allow me a chance to indulge a bit of my curiosity.‭”

“As long as what you have in mind isn’t just questions,‭” ‬Zy’lia verbally parried,‭ ‬deflecting the suggestive comment with one even more direct,‭ ‬the feral smirk on her fanged mouth showing that she was not only content to play this game,‭ ‬but intended to win it.‭ “‬Though I’ve never known a mage who knew the right time to stop...‭ ‬or a warlock,‭ ‬for that matter.‭”

“Maybe all those warlocks just hadn’t been given the right reason‭; ‬or perhaps the temptation to get...‭ ‬invasive...‭ ‬was stronger than you gave it credit for,‭” ‬Areesia licked her lips subtly,‭ ‬her own green gaze flicking over to the tavern’s staircase,‭ ‬where not so far away her rented room awaited this conversation’s most favorable outcome.‭ ‬Looking back to the night elf,‭ ‬she extended one dark-nailed fingertip slowly,‭ ‬lightly caressing from Zy’lia’s lower lip,‭ ‬down to her chin,‭ ‬letting the single digit wander boldly down the other woman’s throat before hesitating halfway down.‭ “‬I have a room upstairs,‭ ‬if you’d like to facilitate that indulgence,‭ ‬and perhaps try a little...‭ ‬experimentation of your own,‭” ‬she whispered,‭ ‬gently biting her own lower lip.

Of course,‭ ‬one did not live thousands of years and fail to understand an invitation.‭ ‬Zy’lia tilted her head back slightly,‭ ‬reaching for her drink and pouring it back in a single long shot,‭ ‬allowing Areesia’s fingertip to travel down her throat and between her breasts,‭ ‬her touch still teasingly feather-light.‭ ‬It had been too long since the huntress had enjoyed a proper random soirée,‭ ‬and while this blood elf was not one of the Illidari‭ ‬herself,‭ ‬her kind was common enough among the ranks of the demon hunters that she qualified more as pleasantly exotic than threatening‭ ‬--‭ ‬the Disciples of Stormrage had far more bitter enmities than those proposed by any mortal.‭ “‬I hope you know what you’re getting into,‭ ‬sin’dorei.‭”

“I hope I don’t.‭”

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Moments later saw Areesia lifted and pressed hard into the wall of her own room,‭ ‬dark lips crushed against hers.‭ ‬With the rush of heat and anxious lust from Zy’lia so too did the reek of fel magic rise to an intoxicating perfume,‭ ‬flooding the smaller elf’s senses.‭ ‬With the Illidari’s powerful hands holding her up under her armpits,‭ ‬her legs dangled,‭ ‬her slender form weightless as she was smothered in the elf’s long,‭ ‬intense kiss.‭ ‬Her tongue darted outward,‭ ‬flicking,‭ ‬rolling along the other,‭ ‬invading Zy’lia’s mouth in a saccharine counterstrike.‭ ‬She found her breath stolen,‭ ‬both by the Illidari’s lips and by the heady eldritch musk she gave off,‭ ‬like being waterboarded in magic.

The warlock’s hands moved to the other woman’s hips,‭ ‬holding on tight for a moment,‭ ‬then wandering,‭ ‬one keeping herself steady while the other reached down beneath the kaldorei’s tattered skirt and upward,‭ ‬grasping onto the swollen indigo length that was so competently tenting the beaten black leather.‭ ‬Long and impressively thick,‭ ‬the thing was larger and harder than that of the succubi Areesia would occasionally summon to satisfy her needs,‭ ‬the night elf’s cock pulsating hungrily in her hand,‭ ‬responding to every eager touch,‭ ‬stroke,‭ ‬squeeze.‭ “‬Mmnnnph...‭ ‬you’re so‭ ‬big...‭” ‬she breathed against the demon hunter’s lips,‭ ‬a little moan escaping her as Zy’lia tilted down to kiss her throat,‭ ‬letting her canines scrape sweetly against her pale,‭ ‬tender flesh.

‭“‬Like a blood elf would know what a big cock looks like,‭” ‬Zy’lia grinned,‭ ‬letting out a predatory purr as she eased the other woman down from the wall,‭ ‬turning and pushing her down onto the deep azure sheets of the bed,‭ ‬pursuing her,‭ ‬mounting her.‭ ‬Strong fingers formed a fist in the fabric of Areesia’s robe before tugging it away,‭ ‬the enchanted cloth failing to rip but the fastenings coming nonetheless undone by the sharp yank,‭ ‬letting the garment be tossed aside.‭ ‬Revealed was so much more pale skin,‭ ‬the warlock’s curves a bit more petite than her more athletic counterpart,‭ ‬but leaving her soft and grabbable in all the right places‭ ‬--‭ ‬her perky tits bouncing free,‭ ‬dark violet panties straining around the swollen rod beneath them.‭ “‬Let’s get these off and take a look,‭ ‬shall we‭?”

“Mrrmn,‭ ‬be my guest,‭ ‬Illidari...‭” ‬Areesia let out a quiet moan as her words were stolen once again by another long kiss,‭ ‬the kaldorei unfastening her own top and letting it slip away,‭ ‬revealing more of the jagged,‭ ‬wine-red tattoos that crawled along her chest,‭ ‬shoulders,‭ ‬and back,‭ ‬flanking the outer curves of her breast like a piece of naughty nightwear that couldn’t come off.‭ ‬Both nipples were pierced with black metal bars,‭ ‬matching another through her navel and staggered throughout the edges of her long,‭ ‬pointed ears,‭ ‬but as the demon hunter tore away her long skirt,‭ ‬Areesia’s attention was focused very much in only one place‭ ‬--‭ ‬the massive,‭ ‬throbbing girlcock she had yet to fully cherish,‭ ‬and the full,‭ ‬smooth balls below that.

Next to be yanked away were Areesia’s own panties,‭ ‬tugged down around her ankles before being squirmed out of by the redhead,‭ ‬exposing her backside in the process and earning herself a quick spank of appreciation.‭ ‬Rolling onto her back once more,‭ ‬the warlock bit her lower lip and spread her legs,‭ ‬showing off her pulsing erection‭ ‬--‭ ‬smaller than Zy’lia’s proportionate to their distinct height difference,‭ ‬but in no way modest,‭ ‬a smooth,‭ ‬streamlined girlcock more than capable of anything that might be asked of it.‭ ‬The kaldorei,‭ ‬however,‭ ‬seemed most immediately concerned with making that size difference as illuminated as possible.

Pulling forward into a full mount once again,‭ ‬Zy’lia sat up and showed off that fanged grin as she aligned the impressive length of her shaft with the blood elf’s,‭ ‬wrapping nimble fingers around both warm,‭ ‬slick columns and giving them a gentle squeeze against each other,‭ ‬hips rocking forward to saw the length of her gloom-colored member along the other girl’s.‭ “‬You know what they say,‭” ‬the Illidari purred,‭ “‬the girl with the bigger cock always gets to top first,‭ ‬and I’d say the winner’s more than obvious.‭” ‬She bit back a giggle as she stroked her hand up along the pair again,‭ ‬daring the sin’dorei to refute what was clear‭ ‬--‭ ‬Zy’lia’s dick was a head and change longer than the bar of girlmeat it was pinned to,‭ ‬and noticeably thicker as well.

‭“‬But the first to top has to be the first to give head,‭” ‬Areesia smirked,‭ ‬caressing her fingers gently along the other woman’s side,‭ ‬grasping her hip and pushing up into the bound union of their two members,‭ ‬still clasped tightly together in Zy’lia’s hand.

‭“‬Fine by me,‭” ‬the night elf relented,‭ ‬leaning down to plant another long kiss on the warlock’s lips,‭ ‬breasts mashing against one another as she pinned Areesia to the bed,‭ ‬finally letting her hand slip away from their cocks and easing her way downward‭ ‬--‭ ‬a kiss along the sin’dorei’s throat,‭ ‬then on one of her breasts,‭ ‬before teasing one beaded nipple with an affectionate lick and bite.‭ ‬Pausing there,‭ ‬she let her lips tighten around the firm bud,‭ ‬suckling it as her hands massaged down the other woman’s figure,‭ ‬groping her free breast while the other hand dipped between those smooth thighs.‭ ‬Taking firm hold of Areesia’s dick,‭ ‬she gave it a soft squeeze and rub,‭ ‬twirling her tongue around the redhead’s nipple before finally easing off the bed completely.‭ ‬Settling to her knees on the floor,‭ ‬her hands moved to Areesia’s ankles to yank her forward,‭ ‬bringing her pelvis to the edge of the mattress to bring face-to-face with the blood elf’s stiff,‭ ‬wobbling girldick.

With no hesitation,‭ ‬Zy’lia dragged her tongue upwards along the other elf’s member,‭ ‬going from base to tip in one long,‭ ‬smooth motion before wrapping her dark lips around the head,‭ ‬letting her saliva coat the aching shaft as she enveloped it with her mouth.‭ ‬Her hands caressed up along Areesia’s outer thighs,‭ ‬to her hips,‭ ‬taking firm hold of them as she bobbed down onto the warlock’s cock.‭ ‬She didn’t take it all the way at first,‭ ‬giving herself a moment to warm up before finally letting the tip prod the back of her throat,‭ ‬then slide past her long-banished gag reflex.

‭“‬Ahhhnn...‭ ‬oh‭ ‬fuck,‭ ‬I knew I had a good feeling about you,‭” ‬Areesia laid her head back,‭ ‬her soft breathing growing louder and hotter,‭ ‬back arching as she felt the Illidari’s tongue flick and swerve across the contours of her girlhood,‭ ‬teasing,‭ ‬pleasuring,‭ ‬exciting.‭ “‬Ffhh...‭ ‬h-hahhhHhh...‭” ‬she moaned out,‭ ‬bringing one hand to her own breast and groping it roughly,‭ ‬the other reaching down to clasp tightly around one of those short horns,‭ ‬keeping the night elf firmly in place.‭ ‬Her hips shifted upward,‭ ‬pushing deeper into Zy’lia’s mouth,‭ ‬trembling with delight.‭ ‬A flush of embarrassment stained her pale cheeks a darker shade of pink as she realized how far away from an orgasm she genuinely‭ ‬wasn’t--‭ ‬all the flirting,‭ ‬teasing,‭ ‬kissing,‭ ‬rubbing,‭ ‬had her so riled up that now that her cock was actually in the night elf’s mouth,‭ ‬she didn’t know how much longer she’d make it before she exploded.‭ ‬Not that such a setback would keep her down for long,‭ ‬but the erotic faux pas would be,‭ ‬at the least,‭ ‬an aesthetic one.

‭“‬Mmmnnh...‭ ‬mmlllph...‭” ‬Zy’lia groaned lustfully,‭ ‬bobbing down deeply once more before sliding up,‭ ‬tongue twirling around the sin’dorei’s tip before diving back down again.‭ ‬She could taste the growing desperation,‭ ‬feel the throbbing of Areesia’s cock against her lips and tongue.‭ ‬If the blood elves were truly as eager to get a nut off as the stereotypes suggested,‭ ‬she was gonna break this little warlock in half when the time came to actually fuck her.‭ ‬Still,‭ ‬she was enjoying her role here for the moment,‭ ‬awaiting an imminent treat as the redhead began to rut her hips upward more wildly.‭ ‬Thrust after thrust brought that smooth,‭ ‬sticky girldick back down the Illidari’s throat,‭ ‬stealing her breath and giving her a slow-building head-rush of excitement,‭ ‬a little reward for her--

‭“‬NnAAahh...‭ ‬f-FUCK‭!‬” the blood elf cried out,‭ ‬hands balling into fists in the dark blue bedsheets as spasms of ecstasy quaked throughout her naked figure,‭ ‬several long spurts of creamy whiteness blasting against the back of the night elf’s throat,‭ ‬leaving a thick,‭ ‬sticky coating that took several swallows to properly purge.‭ “‬Hahh...‭ ‬b-by the Sunwell,‭ ‬fuck....‭”

It was a moment before the huntress drew away,‭ ‬gracing the warlock’s rod with another long,‭ ‬playful lick before showing off her open,‭ ‬fanged mouth,‭ ‬exposing that not a single drop remained.‭ “‬Yummy...‭ ‬seems like the sin’dorei cum as quickly as they say.‭”

“Only the first time,‭” ‬Areesia panted,‭ ‬shooting back a pleasure-drunk grin.

‭“‬We’ll see about that.‭”

[ To Be Continued... ]