Gaaron (01) - Surena Caledon

Surena Caledon

Gaaron carefully made his way from the camp of his employer, the Defias bandit chief Dead-Tooth Jack, near the Ridgepoint Tower in southeastern Elwynn Forest towards the Brackwell Pumpkin Patch. Having been taken over by the Defias leader of the Elywnn Forest, a man named Morgan the Collector, it served as a go-between for Defias operators and high command of the Brotherhood in Moonbrook. The main house was used by Morgan the Collector and his lieutenants and once a month Dead-Tooth Jack sent the Defias share of his ill-gotten gains to Morgan the Collector, who would in turn send tribute to his higher-up located in the subterranean Deadmines. 

The journey was not without its dangers; the amphibious murlocs inhabited the shores where the stream that ran south from Stone Cairn Lake to the river Nazferiti which separated the Elwynn from Duskwood were alert and vicious. Too far near the road which connected Westfall to Goldshire, Eastvale, and eventually Redridge, and you could end up hanging from a tree limb by Stormwind guardsmen. 

And of course, there was always the hungry bear population, who did not appreciate having the humans and murlocs poach what the bears regarded as their fish.

Gaaron had joined the Defias Brotherhood once he had reached a certain age, where acting as a bouncer for the brothels in Goldshire had ill-prepared him for any other career besides an outlaw. As members of the Defias Brotherhood were frequent patrons of the Goldshire courtesans, Gaaron had no difficulties in joining them. 

Gaaron also knew better than to draw attention to himself; it was not beyond the Defias bravos to slit Gaaron's throat and seize his courier package for their own. As a rule, there was no honor amongst thieves, and the Defias were adept at betrayal. Disposing of his body was a simple matter of leaving his corpse in the stream, and the murlocs would make short work of his remains. 

Fortunately for Gaaron, he was almost invisible in his green leather armor, which matched the greenery of the Elywynn Forest very well in the dusk of twilight. Morgan the Collector had both sentries and roving patrols, but Gaaron found his way to the back of the farmhouse base. He carefully took a quick glance through the side window, which was mostly covered in foliage.

The room was large, with a stone fireplace opposite the door. A desk was pushed against the wall, and Gaaron knew that the locked drawers contained records and ledgers, albeit enciphered. Morgan the Collector did not appear to be in the room, just Morgan's second-in-command, a large muscular enforcer named Erlan Drudgemoor, who was clad in tight-fitting midnight-black leather armor; typical of the leathers worn by the Defias Brotherhood elite in Westfall. Leaning against the desk was the Collector's mage, Surena Caledon. According to rumor, Surena had been recruited from a coven of warlocks, who operated in secret, by Drudgemoor. Morgan the Collector had wasted no time in making use of her arcane abilities, nor her beauty, taking her as his lover. 

"Erlan, Morgan will be gone for at least a couple of days... why don't we make the most of it?" she said, her voice low and husky. The brunette wore a black full-length skirt, covered in silver runes and symbols. Her blouse was low cut from her shoulders to just above where the shirt tucked into a dark gray belt, and her apple-sized breasts set high and firm, were barely concealed by the blue trim. "Don't you remember how you promised once we'd gotten away from Darkbinder, that we'd be together?"

"I remember," said Drudgemoor in a low voice. "He wanted you in his bed, and you went willingly," he accused.

"I had no choice!" Surena said, her voice redolent with pleading. "If I'd gone with you openly... how long do you think you'd have lasted? He'd have sent you on the most dangerous jobs, far away from me. I went to his bed, but he is not who I dream about at night..." Her voice dropped back onto a husky purr. "Whose hands do you think I dream of, touching me?" As she spoke, she leaned further back, arching her chest out. Her hands came up to her breasts, touching them through the minimal coverage of her blouse. "Whose fingers do you think I dream of touching me?" Matching her motions to her words, she took a breast in either hand and began gently squeezing her orbs.

Erlan was captivated by her actions. "I can almost feel the drool about to fall," Gaaron thought contemptuously. Gaaron had been born in a Goldshire brothel, and been raised not by his birth mother, whoever that might have been, but by an ever-changing cadre of "aunties". Sex had never been a mystery but rather a medium of commerce, and while the women had been pliant and enthusiastic about the attentions of their customers, Gaaron had heard what they truly thought of the patrons; how pathetically easy they were to control, to please, and how eager their egos were to hear the baseless flattery. 

Not that Gaaron didn't enjoy the show; but that was what it almost always was - a show. An enchantment designed with a goal in mind, whether a golden bejeweled bauble or a simple gold band. Gaaron had a lifetime of experiencing the 'magic' of romance, and how at best it was a mutual delusion, and usually a cynical, insincere exploitation.

"How I've dreamed about your fingers pulling my nipples," she said, pulling the blouse back until it was a mere framing for her breasts. She grabbed her nipples between thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting. "Do you like my breasts, Erlan? Would you like to make my nipples stand up like this so that they are ready for your lips?" She moaned in pleasure. "Is your cock hard, darling?" she asked.

Drudgemoor nodded. "Yes," he croaked hoarsely.

"Show me," she asked, continuing to play with her breasts.

Erlan dropped his hands to his leather codpiece, a shaped piece of thick leather reinforced by metal, and undid the lacing that held it in place. It hit the wooden floor with a dull thud. Erlan then unlaced his small clothes and fished out his erection. 

"Yes... now stroke it for me. Make it ache with need, darling," she said.

Erlan obediently stroked his cock with a circle formed by his first three fingers and his thumb.

Gaaron watched as a sultry silence, punctuated only by Surena's moans, fell across the room.

Gaaron had almost decided to work his way around to the front door and knock when Surena spoke again. 

"Seeing your cock so swollen and purple makes me think of other things... other things I want, other things I crave...: she crooned. She raised herself until she was sitting on the edge of the desk, rather than leaning against it. Ever so slowly she raised her skirt, gathering it above her hips, revealing the dark blue mageweave panties she wore. "I am so wet, so ready," she said. She ran her fingers over her mound, pressing the soft material into the sensitive flesh. As she touched herself through her panties, the wetness darkened the gusset of the panties, turning the color almost black.

"Come closer," she commanded.

Erlan moved closer, standing between her spread thighs. 

Erlan watched as her hand dipped underneath her panties, and both Erlan and Gaaron watched the motion of her fingers underneath the material.

"Such a good boy... you deserve a reward, I think," Surena said. She removed her fingers from her panties, redolent with her scent. Gaaron could see the wetness glisten in the light.

"Do you like my smell?" she asked, wiping one of her fingers on his upper lip. Erlan growled his arousal at her.

She smirked. "It's nothing, compared to the taste." She placed the other fingers of her hand into his mouth. Erlan sucked on her fingers enthusiastically, running his tongue over every square inch of skin, giving her fingers a thorough cleaning.

While doing this, Surena used her other hand to remove her panties entirely. When they dangled around her ankle, he reached over with her other hand and grabbed his hair. Leaning back, she guided his mouth to her aroused, swollen cunt. "It tastes better fresh from the source," opined Surena. Elan moaned his agreement.

"Darling, come to me tonight. Morgan won't be back for days, my stallion. It is long past time for you to take me, to let me feel every inch of you inside me. Tonight, come and reclaim me - put your seed in my belly, Erlan. Make me yours! Mark me with your scent, with your seed."

Erlan came up for breath just long enough to groan a fervent "Yes!"

Gaaron had seen enough. Quietly, he made his way to the front and pounded his fist on the door. "Morgan!" he called out, concealing that he was unaware that Morgan was not in residence. He smirked as he made out the sound of Erlan hastily lacing himself back into his codpiece; by the time the door opened, Surena looked as she had before the lustful encounter.

"I've brought Morgan's cut from Dead-Tooth Jack; I will need a receipt," Gaaron said. Surena opened the desk drawer and prepared Gaaron's receipt. 

"Smells like a brothel in here," commented Gaaron. Erlan glared at him but Surena just laughed. "Jealous?" she asked.

"Who wouldn't be?" Gaaron replied with a smile. 

"Nothing happened here!" claimed Erlan.

"If you say so. Not any of my business," shrugged Gaaron.

"Erlan, go check the sentries and ask them why Gaaron was able to approach without being challenged," requested Surena.

Erlan left to obey, and Surena stood next to Gaaron. "Nothing. Happened," she said pressing something into Gaaron's hand.

"Absolutely nothing" confirmed Gaaron; Surena's machinations were indeed none of Gaaron's business. 

He left, heading back to Dead-Tooth Jack's camp, smirking. Surena had made the mistake of thinking that Gaaron was like most men, led around by his cock, and giving him her wet panties was a gambit to entice his silence and loyalty. 

Instead, she had given him the incriminating evidence he might use if Gaaron needed proof of Surena's infidelity, although he suspected that her plotting would conclude sooner rather than later. These kinds of games of power and control always did, and it was never a happy ending at that.