Daffyd Wildhammer 02 - Last Night in Ramkahen (Smut) WIP

Daffyd stepped on the balcony at the inn in Ramkahen in the desert region of Uldum, only the moisture from the Vir'naal River stopping the dry air from being a dust-laden hell. Sandstorms aside, Daffyd found the area and mysterious ruins fascinating, not the least because of the Tol'vir.

The Tol'vir were the descendants of an ancient race, created by the Titans to guard the Titan's tombs, many of which had long fallen into ruins. The Tol'vir had been created with stone skin, but an ancient curse from the Old Gods had turned the stone to flesh. When Deathwing returned, the Tol'vir found themselves pitted against the Neferset Tol'vir, who served Deathwing, who promised to restore them to their ancient stone-skinned forms.

"What sight can possibly be more appealing than the view from the bed," asked Valencia from within the inn room. Valencia Blacksong was the reason why Daffyd had come to Ramkahen; some time ago she had hired Daffyd to guide her from Gadgetstan in Tanaris to Ramkahen so she might pursue the translations of recovered scrolls that were her passion. The trip had been dangerous; there were many treasures in Uldum, and its antiquities were popular amongst the indolent wealthy with pretentions of sophistication, and the fear and adrenaline had resulted in bedsport when Daffyd had guided her successfully to the city. Valencia did have some vices that were impossible to legally obtain through normal channels, and so Daffyd made semi-regular trips to Ramkahen with a case of Silvermoon Port, and concealed stashes of Bloodthistle.

Valencia paid well, and the periodic 'bonus' of her company was added incentive. She had taken delivery of her shipment at the house in Ramkahen she rented; a small house functioned as a library and office for Valencia's scholarly pursuits, with a tiny bed stuffed into one corner. Daffyd had 'consulted' with the palace official Kazemde, a Tol'vir whose remit included finding accommodations for visiting foreigners like Daffyd. For a modest fee, Daffyd had been given the metaphorical keys (Tol'vir had no door locks) to a comfortable house whose bedchamber was rather luxurious.

Valencia

Valencia had come in the night like a sensuous specter, taking full advantage of her Ren'dorei affinity for the Void and shadow magics to appear at his front door virtually unseen. She had dressed in a a burgundy red dress that was floor-length. but had slits all the way up her thigh, showing  lots of slim, muscular leg encased in lilac silk fishnet stockings Daffyd could see that she wore a simple pair of black sandals. Her hair was a tangle of green tendrils that reminded Daffyd that Valencia was as deadly as if her hair had contained serpents; she was a mistress of the dark arcane Void magics.

Fortunately, she liked Daffyd.

She had filled his arms with her slender form and captured his mouth with a fervor that left no imagination as to how much she had missed him while he had been away. Her body molded itself to his, and her mouth nibbled at his lips teasingly. She moved her attention to his throat, her sharp, almost vampiric canines marking him with bruises; it would claim his as her own for the duration of his stay.

"Miss me much?," Daffyd asked. 

Valencia tore her mouth away from where it was devouring his shoulder. "Maybe," she said, working his way down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as she worked her way south. "I mean, why would I miss you?" she asked, rhetorically. "I mean, after all, you bring me letters and news from the outside world," she continued, stopping long enough to suck Daffyd's nipples into her mouth. He moaned, and she continued, her mouth traveling lower. "You bring me the things in life that make living in exile bearable... my wines, my cheese, and my smoke." She stopped at his waist, and undid the leather belt holding up his trousers. "And most importantly, you bring me this," she said, fishing his cock out from the confines of his soft mageweave underwear. "A nicely-sized hard phallus, the only one within a hundred miles sized for use without being split in half by a monster kitty cock; even a small Tol'vir erection would be harmful ... although I do know some of my cousins whose cunts would drool at the prospect." She laughed. "I'm not into that much pain."

"How much pain do you like? asked Daffyd, curiously. 

"None of your business!" she grinned. "What I do want, though, is a nice, long ride to remind me of why men are worth all the trouble." She stroked his hardening cockshaft gently, the way one might pet a shy stray cat, and like the cat Daffyd wanted to purr.

She licked the cockshaft, eliciting noises of pleasure. "So first... we do this!", she said, engulfing his purple engorged cock head and half his shaft into her talented mouth. "Your first load... lets get that drained," she said, running her tongue around the bulbous head, using two fingers to pump his shaft. 

"I am entirely at your disposal," Daffyd agreed. Valencia smiled. "Yes, you are... now, as I am not fond the the taste... lets send your first load straight to my belly." She took his cock deeply into her mouth and down her throat. Grabbing his hands, she guided them to her hair. 

The two of them swiftly established a rhythm, him guiding the pace with his hands in her hair. The muscles in her throat flexed and massaged his entire length. "How does she breathe?," he wondered, and then he surrendered himself to the hedonistic pleasure of a skilled fellatrix.