Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2006 12:03:10 +0000 From: Dante Cole Subject: Here it Begins Chapter 1 Heres the usual disclaimer. Elements of this story are taken from the popular computer game World of Warcraft, created by the company Blizzard. I make it clear that I in no way infringe upon the game in any way nor make any revenue of off these stories, they are the creation of both in and out game situations experienced by both me and my friends. As a warning this story contains elements of a sexual nature, specifically acts of a lesbian or heterosexual nature. Should you be sensitive or underage to view these topics then you should read no further. Compliments and Constructive criticism are always welcome, my address is dantecole@googlemail.com. I hope you enjoy the story. ******** Slowly the night crept over Stormwind. As the shadows lengthened the merchants and businessmen of the day retired, leaving the streets to those who worked at night. One of those workers, a street walker, with long ruffled red hair, pale skin and a drab peasants dress, was guiding one of her clients into a dark alleyway, completely unaware that another night worker was following them also. As Kyra skulked over the rooftop above the alleyway, following the poor whore and the fat nobleman, she slid out one of her exquisitely crafted daggers, enchanted to give a soft green glow at her desire, thinking better however she slid it back into its sheath and followed them along the rooftops, now was not the time. She watched silently, safe in the shadows, as the hooker knelt down in front of the nobleman and slowly undid his breeches. Squatting now beside a chimney stack Kyra could see them clearly in the light of the alleyways lanterns. The noble was middle aged, slightly overweight and had the bearing of a toff. His dulled green silk breeches and matching tunic hinted at a rich tailor's ware. His face was rounded and rosy cheeked as he clearly enjoyed the hookers work, also he wore a bright green flop hat, with a ridiculously large yellow feather in it, the latest fashion Kyra supposed. The whore on the other hand was a bit more becoming. Above average in height, with slightly pale skin, she had the most strikingly red hair which framed her surprisingly beautiful face, and her eyes. Her eyes, Kyra could not take hers off them, they were the most startlingly green, and she was sure they sparkled. However the eyes were not her only admirable features, though quite tall and lithe she had a firm ass, and rather petite breasts underneath that rather dirty peasants dress, stained with mud. Totally unaware of their audience the pair continued with the trade. As the pro unclasped the man's belt, and slid down his breeches the noble grinned greedily, his cheeks reddening. His grinned widened even more as she went to work on his rather small package. She slid her lips over his cock, slowly sucking in his entire, not considerable length. Rhythmically moving back and forth she pleasured the man with her mouth, her tongue caressing his organ as she worked. As she quickened her pace the noble laid his hands on her head for balance and groaned in pleasure, eyes shut. Kyra still watched from the shadows, she had since crept down the roof and was now on the wall opposite the pair. There she hung, upside down, her feet pressed into the corners of a boarded up window, and her body weight entirely on her hands pressed against the sides of a structure bracket. She watched the pair intently; fighting her own growing arousal, there would be a time for that later. She nearly dismounted the wall as the noble stretched back his head and closed his eyes, groaning. But she held back, now was not the time. Instead she slowly slid into the shadows at the bottom of the wall, making not a sound, not that it mattered, the squealing that that pig of a noble was doing. And squealing he was, so much so it almost upset the pro, however she recovered her pace and indeed quickened it, working her mouth now feverously on his cock. After only a few seconds she was rewarded with a jet of semen as the nobleman burst his load into her mouth, he came explosively but not for long, and staggered back. The whore however gulped down his come, and licked her lips, she was now aroused, the heat of desire slowly entering her loins, she thought for a second of `aiding' her client further to please her own need, but quickly cast it aside, the man could barely stand after a mere blowjob, and not even her number one job either, he wouldn't be much else use. Slowly she rose and walked over to the panting, rosy checked noble, saying, "Im so glad you enjoyed it sir, now perhaps my fee?" Grinning depravedly, he stood up and reached into his tunic. Taking a small bag, stuffed full of coin apparently, he took out a single silver piece and tossed it to the whore, saying, "There you go darlin, you was worth it" Still smiling as she watched the noble, she was about to speak before she saw something looming behind him and shrieked in alarm as it jumped out of the shadows. Now was the time. Deftly Kyra pulled out her dagger in her right hand and slid up behind the fat man, still with his breeches down. Quickly, as the girl screamed, she slid the dagger up and over his shoulder and under his third chin, to where his throat should be. "Don't move", she whispered. Now as the thief entered the alleyway light the whore could see her fully now. She was thin and short, with dark skin and an athletic build. She was clad in tight black buckskin pants that showed the impressive curve of her ass and a leather vest, laced up to contain her substantial cleavage. Her face was small and delicate, with a pointed chin and a small but shapely mouth. She had a small button nose and bright blue eyes that stood out in her rather dark attire. Long, jet black hair hung over the left side of her face, spilling down over her shoulders and down her back. She wore a battered old leather belt festooned with various pockets and pouches. Tied to the belt on her hips was two small knife scabbards, in one rested a finely crafted blade, its twin in her right hand, pressed against her clients jugular. The hooker moaned in fear, and stood there terrified. The noble nearly fainted; a quick prick with the blade at his throat brought him quickly back. "Uh uh" Kyra whispered in his ear, "This is no time for a nap." "Wha... Wha.. What do ya want?" asked the petrified noble, "Oh you know, fulfillment, fame, glory, kids and a nice house on the Southshore beach, but right now I'll settle on that little bag your holding." She answered. Trembling the fat man slowly dropped the bag of coin into her waiting left hand, it jingled with all the gold in it. That was what Kyra had been waiting for. It was no use just mugging someone these days, the locals were getting too smart, hiding their money pouches well. It would take far too long to search every place they could be, so she had to work like this now, waiting till they exposed their cash. "Thank you kind sir, now thank the good lady, and carry on with your life" whispered Kyra as she lifted the blade from his throat, as she did this she melted into the shadows. The noble spun around looking about, but could not see her at all. He turned around to see the wench running for the street, probably terrified she'd be mugged too. Suddenly realizing his situation he legged it for the street, hurriedly pulling up his breeches and calling, "Guards! Guards!" As the robbed man ran into the night, Kyra skulked across the rooftops, back to the Gilded Rose Inn, her current home. She took her time, weaving back and forth, making sure to throw off any pursuit. She felt no shame in what she did, she was a thief, a rogue and good at it. There were that she knew of that could best her in the arts of infiltration, espionage and theft. No not ashamed, proud. Eventually she dropped down onto the roof of the inn, slid across the slates and through her opened window. Standing she closed it behind her and lit a lamp, illuminating the small loft room. It was very small, big enough only to hold the doorway, a chest of drawers, a large double bed with patched sheets, and the window. She walked over to the bed and unhooked her equipment belt, and took out the monies bag, only now did she observe her winnings. Slowly she undid the pouch and spilled the coins out onto the bed, she grinned as the shiny ones reflected the light. Mother load, there had to be at least fifty gold in there, in assorted gold and silver pieces. "Wow much more than a lowly pro earns in one night" said a voice over by the door. `Dammit', she had let herself be distracted by the shine again. Quickly she leapt up and drew her daggers, only to breathe a sigh of relax as she noticed the red haired street walker from the alley, her partner. "Dammit Melissa you scared me there" she said as the red head closed the door behind her and entered the room. "Hehe" Melissa chuckled, "Im sorry I couldn't resist, you were so mesmerized by that gold. Well looks like your plan worked" "Yes, now how about you come over here and we celebrate" said Kyra with a wicked grin. Melissa quickly crossed the room and closed her arms around her lover, drawing her in for a kiss. "Mmmm" moaned Kyra, "That was better than the gold" she said as she held her hands up to Melissa's head and ran her fingers through her hair. For several minutes they stood there, in each others arms, kissing and groping. As Melissa's hands slid down Kyra's back to grip her nicely rounded ass, the pair drew back slowly. Green eyes met blue, and with a slight nod to the gold covered bed, the pair withdrew, and started to disrobe. As Kyra stepped back, she moved her hands to her laced up vest and slowly undid the strings. Within second she pulled the jerkin off her shoulders, her large, dark breasts bobbing free in the air, her black nipples hardening in the cold air. Melissa meanwhile had undone the straps of her simple peasant's garb, which now slid off her lithe frame, leaving her in a simple bra and panties. Quickly she unclasped the bra and pulled it off her exposing her own smaller and more petite breasts. She started to pull down her panties, but then with a grin realised that Kyra loved to do that herself. Instead she turned and made for the bed, facing away from Kyra but shaking her hips seductively as she did. Still unbuttoning her trousers Kyra stopped as she was mesmerized by Melissa's swaying ass. Without looking back Melissa slid onto the bed, lying on her back on-top of the money pile she lifted up handfuls of the gold and silver, letting it spill over her and onto her body, enticing Kyra forward. Kyra, staring at the alluring sight, almost jumped her then and there; however she controlled herself and finally undid her buckskin pants. Sliding the trousers down her luxurious thighs she revealed a very thin and sleek black thong. Stepping out of the clothes pile she stalked towards her pray. Kneeling onto the bed, she leant down onto all fours, so that her large breasts hung free. Slowly she moved forward, on hands and knees, her breasts jiggling. Lust filled eyes glared at the red head as she moved on top of her, gently lowering herself onto the young girl, squeezing the gold between them. As their breasts met and squished together, roving hands grasping at pale or dark skin, the pair met in a long and deep kiss. As Melissa's hands once again slid down Kyra's back to grasp her buttocks, Kyra's right hand moved down from her face and along her side. Slowly she trailed her fingers across her girlfriend's chest and down to her pants. Tentatively she eased her hand under the cloth and down to cup her sex, the pair never breaking their kiss. Resting her hand at the top of Melissa's crotch she eased aside her thick red bush, already soaked with her arousal. Ever so slowly she parted the girl's lips and eased two of her fingers cautiously inside. The kissing deepened as Kyra penetrated Melissa, her own arousal already dampening her black thong. But Kyra, a veteran of these activities knew to take her time, and slowed even more as her fingers moved inside Melissa. Moans started to escape the kiss, more so as Kyra circled her finger and thumb around Melissa's clit. Stroking it gently with her thumb she eased her fingers deeper into her pussy. Her moans increased. Now Kyra started to pump her fingers in and out of her pussy. She started slowly again to increase the tension and it took all her willpower to keep it that way. Melissa however had not nearly as good self control as Kyra, and gasped as she broke the kiss, moaning, "Oh yes, God, it feels so good, Mmmmmm" Melissa groaned through her teeth. In response to the grind she started to rhythmically move her hips up and down on the bed and pile of coins, spilling some off her chest as she did so. As Melissa broke the kiss, Kyra moved down her neck, kissing her gently as she whispered in her ear, "I want to feel you come... come all over my hand" as she moved down and started licking her chin, and increasing her pace with her fingers, even adding another one into the tight pussy. "Ohhhh!" was Melissa's only reply, With her hand inside her now, with a rapid pace, all modesty abandoned, Kyra could feel that Melissa was close to organism. `Well who am I to stop her?' thought Kyra to herself, as she dropped Melissa's clit, and pushed all four of her fingers into her pussy at a hurried pace. The result was nearly instantaneous, Melissa's pussy walls tightened as, with a loud shriek of pleasure from her, she gushed forth in orgasm, soaking Kyra's hand and her panties. Writhing about on the bed in pleasure, she cried out, "Oh GOD, OH GOD! Yessssssss!", Despite her squirming Kyra stayed with her, clinging on as she bucked with each flow of ecstasy that pulsed through her, spilling coins left and right. Slowly, as she came down from her dizzying high, Kyra eased her hand out of Melissa's crotch and gripped her hip as she leaned into the panting red-head, kissing her gently saying, "Not bad huh? now how about my turn?" Smiling at her girlfriend, Melissa opened her mouth to reply, but never got the chance. At that exact moment the door to the little loft room burst off its hinges and in rushed three large bulky men, clad in the plate armour of the Stormwind city watch, under the colours of the royal guard, shattering the girls comfortable paradise. In quick precise moves they charged, one grabbing Melissa as his partner hit her over the head with a club, knocking her unconscious, quickly ripping out a black bag to cover her head. Kyra meanwhile was quicker than her lover, springing into action she leapt off the bed, her still bared breasts jiggling. She lunged for the floor and her pair of exquisite daggers, but was no match for the Guardsman, who skipped past her and in a skilful move kicked her knives away and swung his club at her head, knocking her cleanly out with one blow. In short order the guards tied the two girls and covered their heads with the black woollen bags. The two holding the girls then left, leaving the third to gather all their equipment and possessions in a large brown sack before he too left. Exiting the Inn quickly the trio entered the now vacant trade street and into a waiting carriage, which soon sped off into the night with their captives. ******* Several hours later Kyra awoke in a daze. She was naked, save for her thong, and her hands were tied behind her back. The black bag over her head was gone. Slowly she rose from the ground, looking around she saw she was in a grimy dungeon cell, with big slabs of stone, poorly maintained with lichen growing on them. The cell was windowless, and as far as she could see contained only three features, one was the large, hardy build wooden door, undoubtedly too strong to force. The second was Melissa, sitting upright beside her, looking scared, she herself was only in her panties, her hands behind her back and with a large bruise on her temple. It was at that point that Kyra realised that her head was nearly splitting with pain and this distracted her from the third individual in the cell. However she was soon alerted by a voice on the other side of the cell saying, "Ahh Miss Kyrana Carter, so good of you to join us" to be continued...