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Taelia Fordragon would rather go to her grave than admit that she was a lightweight. The Lion’s Pride Inn was full of patrons of all walks of life, and that fact was one that always drew Taelia to it when she was required to be in Stormwind. It was not an event she preferred, but usually a strong drink, good story, and the arms of someone pretty helped assuage her sour mood.
She knocked back the last shot and turned to regard the rest of the room. Sitting near the fire was a druid who had curled into herself. Opposite of her was a draenei whose tail tapped delicately against the stone hearth. Most had dressed in fairly normal clothes for a Saturday evening at one of the less reputable taverns, but one man stuck out to her. He leaned back in the corner of the inn with a hood pulled low over his eyes. Taelia scoffed to herself at the ridiculousness of his self-importance and made her decision quickly to walk straight into whatever den he thought he was lurking within.
Her steps were sure as she moved through the middle of the tavern and within moments she had found a spot on the wall across from him. She stretched her long legs out in front of her and gave him a sidelong glance.
“Can you even see your drink with that hood on?”
There was a start from the man and he turned away from her. She failed at hiding her smile at the notion that this might be a game of cat and mouse. Pursuing men and women on lonely nights was a thing that had entertained her as they had waited for the missing king’s return. When they had first met in Kul’Tiras those years ago she had felt an understanding with him about having lost a father, and it had developed into a bit of a crush if she was honest with herself. But since the events of the tearing of the veil, that connection had never been repaired. Nevertheless, the kingdom needed its king. And she hoped one day to see him resplendent in his gold and blue and so far out of her reach, no matter how physically close he might get. At least she could be content to pine rather than wondering for his safety.
She clicked her tongue. “Come now, it can’t be that bad, can it? Oh…I’m not asking for coin, if that’s what you’re worried about.” She pulled out the chair across from the man and dropped herself into it. She felt warm and good and as she draped an arm over the back of her chair she heard a sound from the man. It sounded a bit strangled, almost like a moan, and she leaned forward. “I--are you alright?” She caught the whisper of a beard and the hard set of a mouth. She reached out her scarred and calloused hand for him. “Really, take comfort here. Whatever that’s going to mean, sir. Or go home. Don’t subject yourself to whatever it is you’re uncomfort--”
His hand slid into hers. It was a decidedly average hand - it bore some wear, but at the same time had a delicacy about it that was unusual for a man of this age. They were hands that she certainly wouldn’t mind trailing up her body.
This was going well.
“You can talk to me, sir--”
“I really can’t.” His voice was gruff with a hint of sweetness in the end. It had a shaky authority to it, perhaps. “Not here, not anywhere.”
“Then we won’t talk.” Perhaps it wasn’t going so well. She continued to hold his hand for several minutes before she felt something below the table. The man’s foot had moved to touch hers. And when she rubbed the side of her boot against his, he trailed upwards and slid just a bit closer to her until his knee could rest between hers. His thumb began to press against the back of her hand in slow, delicious circles, and she watched as he pulled his lower lip between his teeth with his tongue. In the middle of the tavern she felt heat flush from her cheeks down to her core.
“Come outside,” he grunted. In an instant he pulled all contact from her but Taelia got to her feet with more eagerness that she felt, in hindsight, was decent. As they rounded the corner past the alley of the Lion’s Pride they spotted a few couples who had sought more voyeuristic stages with their paramours. They took the western road toward Westfall and were just outside town when they came to one of the abandoned houses that trailed out of town. Taelia’s pulse ticked higher - this man could certainly have nefarious intentions, but something about the set of his shoulders and the truthful fact that she could likely kick his teeth in if needed maintained her general calm.
He wasted no time. The moment they were tucked away from the road his mouth was on hers, hot and needy and demanding. He tasted of the desert and fear, and a little of the wine he had been drinking at the tavern. His hands were precise as they trailed down the rise in her hip and across to feel her between her legs through the fabric.
“What the fuck were you looking for tonight?” He breathed against her skin. He delivered the curse with a vigorous but unpracticed tone, and Taelia paused and pulled away from him. His mouth was slick with their kisses but his hood had still remained in place.
“A name I can call you, for one.” She wasn’t going to ask for his real name - he didn’t seem the kind to give it. But even that earned her a sneer and another round with his exquisite lips and tongue. “Brat,” She panted.
He took her by the shirt and swung her around. The man slammed her against the wall with more force than she anticipated and a soft grunt escaped her. He paused for just a moment as he reached up to stroke the back of her head - it was the place that had hit hardest - and then he was on her again, the whole length of him pinning her to the wall. She traced up the sculpted planes and valleys of his back and when she raised her thigh to rub between his legs he cried out and thrust his hips against hers. “More,” he panted. “A brat? You can do better than that.”
There was something familiar about the rasp in his voice and the taunting, and that in and of itself was concerning. She tried to avoid doing repeats, but no one had been quite so forceful with her. No one had been so evasive, either.
“You’re such a needy rake,” she sighed. He pulled her head back by the hair, gripping the base of her neck as to not truly hurt her, and with his other hand he shoved her shirt up to expose her breasts. His tongue flattened against one puckered nipple until he sucked hard on it. Taelia reached between them to give his straining cock a firm squeeze and again his hips shoved forward between them. He was spectacularly thick and she could tell a decent length as well, and she hadn’t much more patience before she started working on the laces of her trousers. She wriggled out of them and kicked them to the side and the man’s hand was instantly trailing through her bare slit.
“Of course,” he panted. “How could I not be if you’re so wet for me?” He set a punishing pace as his fingers danced around her clit and finally pressed inside. Oh, but it was not enough, even as he earned her orgasm. “So that’s what that sounds like…” There was no time to reply before his cock - something she hadn’t even noticed he’d freed, slipped inside of her. But he only got a handful of thrusts in before he latched his mouth to her shoulder and spilled inside of her. His facial hair scraped against her skin as he moved to kiss her again. He remained lodged within her, thrusting a few more times until his softening cock slipped out of her. “Same time next week?”
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Taelia’s last seven days were spent wondering about the man that had left her quivering in an abandoned shack. He had had the decency to walk her back to the inn and even offered to pay for a room for her for the night, but as she thought about him - the smell of wool and warmth that radiated off him, the way his fingers found their prizes with unpracticed but sincere effort, she wondered what had felt so special about the encounter. She had had many people who had rolled her to such a high before, but this…
He wore the same hood that night, and she had already prepared to take him up to a room. They wasted little time in preamble before she grabbed his hand and dragged him upstairs. But when she closed and locked the door behind them he stood at the side of the bed, not facing her. He looked toward the window and the curve of his nose was clear in the warmly lit room. It slipped down toward the set of his thin lips, and then the shape of his jaw -
“Oh,” she said out loud. There was little he could do to hide from her now. Royal blue eyes peered at her from below the hood, and there was a beard. The hair was darker, but she knew this man. Her blood ran cold - she had fucked this man. He had finished inside of her and while she took precautions, nothing was perfect. “Anduin.”
He pulled back his hood. His hair had been cut short, so short that it felt nearly hacked off by some pocket knife. All of Shaw’s men, Thrall, Jaina, Velen, Genn, everyone had been looking for him. And here he was, in a room she paid for, stumbled upon and desperate for sex that didn’t mean anything but now meant so much.
“I was selfish,” he stated, and of course she knew the voice. How stupid she had been to not know the voice. “And I wanted to just be a man in a tavern. But then I saw you, and you sought me out like I meant something even though I don’t think you quite recognized me, and I knew that if I got any closer to Stormwind’s ramparts I’d lose myself. If I saw that spire on the cathedral I’d never come back. I have been trying to go home, Tae, but every time I try I see those walls and think that they’re meant to keep people like me out.”
Taelia was speechless. Her king turned to face her but all she saw was someone who had been so desperate not to be found. He had endured so much, and it had broken him, and while he tried to pick up the pieces she felt there was no speech of encouragement she could make that might help.
“If you were someone else I think that my question would be unforgivably rude.” He barely blinked as she spoke and she nearly didn’t voice her question. She hesitated, looking down at herself and the body-clinging, incredible outfit that she wore just for him - a stranger at the time, now a man she never dreamed of having. And she wouldn’t truly have him. He needed someone proper. Someone who could bring him an heir for a throne he didn’t want but had to sit on. They had both had their share of duty. She rolled her shoulders - perhaps imagined that his eyes flicked down to her form and the blue went dark with desire - and asked, “Do you want me to care about that?”
There was a moment where she thought that Anduin was going to do something drastic. He went so terribly still. He simply stared at her with unreadable eyes. They reminded her of shallow water glittering over the shoals at home, holding tight whatever secrets lingered underneath in the sand and silt, but willing to show them if you just waited for the tide to go out.
“No.”
Like he had the week before, Anduin took purposeful steps across the room toward her. His mouth was on hers before she could react, and his hands fisted in her hair as he roughly kissed her. Taelia felt a surge of triumph as she gripped the back of his neck. He was terribly hard in his trousers until she barely loosened his laces and wrenched him free. “C-can I tell you something?” She gripped him tightly and perhaps now was not the best time but as she pulled off his mouth and nipped at his jaw and swiped away the precum that wept from his slit and grunted something that sounded like a yes. “I always wanted you.”
He gripped her wrist to still her from her stroking but she didn’t miss the throb that had come from her words. “Always?” He echoed. There was a hint of vulnerability in his tone that sent a flutter to her belly. Their tongues brushed against each other as she peeled off the top layer of his clothing. A hint of bronzed skin was bared to her and she gave it the worship it was due. He thrust firmly into her hand for a moment before a soft whimper escaped him and he pulled away. He grabbed her and dragged her to the bed and he was so much more aggressive now that she let out a small squeak. “I--I don’t want to hurt you, Taelia. That’s not what I--fuck.” Another curse, but this time it felt real. “I don’t want you to care about what’s going on in my head. I don’t want you to care about duty, but please don’t--I’m not using you. I just--I just--” He had stripped her to the waist and was working on her boots and how he got her naked so quickly must have been something he had learned in his time away. “If I can’t have peace at least I can have you, and I’ve always thought you’re so gorgeous, and I’ve always wanted to bury my face in your breasts, and I thought that was a bad thing for a king to want but you’re letting me be just a man.” He nipped at the pouch between her belly button and her mound and as he kissed to soothe it he trailed his fingers down around her clit and toward her opening. “But I’m not as scared of some things as I used to be.”
His tongue against her sensitive flesh sent sparks through her with such ferocity that she gripped his hair to pull him as flush against her sex as possible. He took his time with her and as his lazy mouth drew her closer to her climax he sucked as his fingers curled inside of her and she felt herself clench hard enough that Anduin began to thrust his fingers in and out without mercy. They were thick - the hands of a healer, she knew - and if this was the last time they would enjoy each other like this she might be happy. “Please,” she begged. “I want you--I want to taste you.”
He worked her down from her climax and when she crawled up to him he was so achingly hard she wondered if he might last very long with her mouth around him. To have the king on his back for her like this, to have him at the mercy of whatever pleasure she wrought, sent a surge of power through her that caused another flutter in her core as she licked up the backside of his cock. He was thicker than she remembered but undaunted she slipped her mouth over him and worked her way down until he was buried at the hilt, entirely filling her mouth and throat. She hummed against him and he slammed his hips forward with enough force to make her gag and the way that his fingers ruined her hair as he shoved her down on him made her nearly giggle with glee. She stroked down his thigh, down to his calf on the bad leg and he twitched in her mouth at her sensitive touches. He was close already, and to her dismay after a few minutes of pumping her lips against his stiffness he shot deep into her throat.
“We need to work on your stamina, Your Majesty.” She crawled up to his chest to nestle there as he softened between her legs. She lay entirely on top of him and he laughed as he kissed her ruined mouth.
“Apologies, I’ve been a bit busy.”
She wouldn’t think about it, and she didn’t let him think about it either. Soon she rocked her hips against his until he was hard again, and she slipped him into her. Taelia rolled back on her heels and rocked back and forth against him as she rode him. Anduin’s hands rested on her hips and gave her just enough leverage to sit up and give him a bit of a show. The feeling of him cumming inside of her the last week was taboo, but she felt that he would want this. Despite her teasing moniker there was a part of her that thought that if she could be just a trusted person he could come to at night, perhaps whatever truly ailed him might work itself out. It was the connection, after all, even if he wouldn’t speak of it. Light knew he seemed to very much want this as well.
She tweaked her nipples as her release grew and as it came to a head she fell forward to brace her hands next to his head. She slammed her hips down until the wet slapping sound of their joining filled the room and she cried out at the sheer eroticism of it. Anduin, for his part, leaned up and took one of her nipples in his mouth as she hastened her release and quivered around his throbbing cock. She slowly continued to move, eager to feel that aching hardness that split her in two, but cradled his head as he sucked on her breast. When she thought she might break again he pulled off of her, denying her this, and kissed her again.
“I liked it against the wall,” He breathed. “I liked it outside where we might get caught. There’s a window that I could show you off in…”
“The next time you have your hood on, then.” She started to move a bit quicker, eager to come yet again, but he grabbed her hips and shoved her down so that, while fuller than ever and so close, she could not get the friction she needed to get there.
“Greedy,” he dragged his teeth against her shoulder. “I’ve spent some time learning of sin, and greed is one of them.” He squeezed her ass until she winced, and then a cooling sensation came over her behind. It was an unnatural coolness, and she hopped off of him immediately.
“Was that--?”
“It’s alright, just to numb the skin.” The gentleness in his eyes was soothing, and she scooted back toward his chest. “It also helps keep anything…unfortunate happening with the result of this.” He got on his knees and returned to lavashing her breasts and his fingers slipped down to play with her sodden sex. “I want to see, though, if you’re up for it, what it looks like when you’re on all fours.”
Taelia rolled over, boneless from the attention she had gotten, and drew her knees under her. She did as she was told and stretched out so he had a full view of the long line of her spine all the way down to her full bottom. She knew how wet she was and he made another whimpering sound as he simply pressed the head of his cock against the folds of her pussy. “Rock back onto me,” he commanded. And she did, pressing back until he filled her, and the sob that escaped her mouth was enough to get him to move. He offered a few long, slow strokes, but she could nearly hear him wrest for control but as she moved with him he gave up. He grabbed her hips and this side of him in and of itself sent her quivering. Anduin fucked down into her, panting and moaning as her tightness clenched around him, and she buried her head in the pillows to keep from shaking the room with her cries of delicious pleasure. The pitch of his panting increased as her mind blanked around his cock and he came so hard that his arms shook as he held onto her and he collapsed on top of her, branding her with his mouth as he spilled himself deep within. She felt his cum drip out of her from around his cock that was still inside, and eventually when he pulled out of her he drew her in close on the bed that they’d ruined.
“Would you be in the city tomorrow?”
“A week to a day, Anduin? It can’t be that good…”
He laughed, and it was a sound she had known she missed. She just didn’t realize how much. “It might be a bit harder to get away with it. I…as much as I have these fears I must go, Taelia. There is something going on that I can’t run from anymore.”
Of course he couldn’t tell her what it was, but she hummed. “I can be around. Not in any place nice, though. The Dwarven District or Old Town, if you need to sneak around.”
“Into the den of SI:7? I don’t think so. I’m…I’m sure I’ll find you.” He kissed the top of her head and then rolled out of bed. He began to pull his clothes on. “I should get another room, hm?”
She sat up, still feeling him dripping out of her. “For appearances,” She replied. “But--well, I don’t know how much more I can atone for my sins.” Her grin was playful and again he chuckled. There was something lighter now about him. Perhaps it was the relief of being known, and seeing him for the man that he could have been. For this moment, they could pretend that she was not the daughter of a dead man and he was the High King.
“Thank you for not trying to convince me of anything,” he finally stated at last when the room had gone quiet. “After everything…it’s good to just have a friend.”
He left her alone then and she heard his footfalls on the stairs. And she wished that when he came back up he would come to her room, to hold her tight and fuck away the twinge of heartbreak at his words. But he didn’t, and she got ready for bed, still Taelia Fordragon and not anything more or less.