DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT own trolls, paladins, or druids. They belong to the gods of Blizzard. I DO however own the female paladin character in this story SHE IS MINE! The hot hunk of troll druid belongs to Tiki-sama!

WARNING!: This story contains graphic sexual content! Turn back now if you are too young or offended by this sort of thing, don't read M rated stories in the first place if you don't like the nasty!

Brat's rambling spot: Hopefully I did better this time lol, was super lazy about this...oh well most of you only like me for the Yaoi anyway.

Tahlib sat over a small campfire cooking up some breakfast for himself, and his lovely female guest. He had sat quietly for a few moments in the morning watching her sleep, observing the way her delicate face shifted as she was dreaming. Her small hands had sat curled into his blue-green mane throughout the night, the druid had been reluctant to remove them until his stomach growled sharply at him. Normally he would not have bothered to cook the meat so thoroughly, but well he was a gentleman knowing the paladin sleeping in his tent was not used to such a raw diet.

"She is a pretty leetle ting', ah'm lucky " He thought watching the pinky flesh of the rabbit turn a darker color as it bathed in the flames of the campfire. It could have been anyone, who stumbled upon him injured against that tree. He doubted they would have been as caring, or compassionate as his paladin.

He was more than grateful to the redhead for all she had done for him. If he could communicate with her, he would tell her so many wonderful things, he decided. He would praise her, kiss her small hands and tell her how strangely beautiful he found her. He would never stop thanking her for giving him the gift of life.

Taking this detour may not have been for the best in the long run, but Tahlib was glad that he had decided to lollygag a little nonetheless. Even if he might get in a little bit of trouble for being late in completing his mission.

He wasn't an important druid by any means, not that he wasn't a talented one. The Troll had been offered acceptance into the Cenarion circle, but he had turned them down. He couldn't stand the idea of being stuck in one place, doing nothing but studying and practicing his art only being sent out to do the will of someone else.

Tahlib lived to walk his own path, this had always been true of the druid since his childhood. He had been born at the same time as his sister, twins were a rarity among his people and they had seen it as a sure sign that the two were touched by the Loa. They expected great things of them both.

Strangely, both twins talents had lain in nature, and both had ended up walking the path of the druid. Though they took separate routes, his sister being far better with magic and healing, while he preferred the feral forms for their fighting skills and keen senses. They looked incredibly different for twins too he had always thought, while his hair was a bright vivid blue-green common among his tribe, his sister had been born with a mane of snow white, his features were sharp and feral, hers soft and mystical.

When they had come of age they had given each other their adult names.

She named him Tahlib "The seeker" and he had named her Rishii "The sage" The tattoo that ran down his neck and chest was half of a matching set, the other belonging to Rishii. Two bodies that shared the same soul, two halves of the same tree.

His lips curled into a smile as he thought of her, and how jealous she would be if she found he had spent time with a Human.

Rishii had always been fascinated by the races of the Alliance, she had taken up the offer from the Cenarion circle joining their ranks and studying hard, making it all the way to a higher up position in no time. All to be neutral enough to travel human lands, to observe their cultures, study their inhabitants. Rishii always had been the twin with all the patience, the bookworm who loved to study.

He on the other hand had ended up staying in their home village, spending his days smoking from his pipe laying in his hammock. Occasionally he would leave the village to fish or find herbs, any time outside his home he usually spent with his best friend, Kuroji. The village had always considered the two a disastrous duo, ever since they had been younglings, Kuroji was like the brother he never had. Admittedly their reputation had been well earned the shaman got them into sticky situations more often than not, but it made life a little more interesting, Sen'jin was incredibly boring after all.

Tahlib had left Sen'jin on the Circle's order, to find his sister and inform her that she was to begin training as a diplomat. They had told him in all faith, they knew that he was the only one who could do it, that they wouldn't have bothered to ask him but if anyone could find Rishii it would be her twin. He couldn't deny that he had jumped at the chance to leave, he had longed to see trees again for so long! To find more exotic herbs, feel cooler air, and something between his toes but stone, or sand!

It made sense that she was being given such a position, and he was sure she would be thrilled. Rishii was fluent not only in Orcish and their native Zandali, but the languages of the elves and humans too. Speaking of his sister...he needed to feed his companion, possibly persuade her for another round of wild passionate love making, and sadly part from her.

Rishii would be furious if she found out he had been late delivering the news because he had been to busy nearly getting himself killed, and bedding a Human woman. He cracked a wicked grin, Kuroji on the other hand would be begging him for the gory details.

The strong scent of cooking meat woke Daliiah from her slumber, she rolled over to find that her larger male companion had already stirred. The fur of the blankets she lay amidst smelled heavily of him. Earthy like the forest and herbs a spicy, musky undertone to it all.

Her head felt heavier than it had yesterday, running her hands through her long cherry hair she came upon the thick braid infused with leather cord. The feathers adorning the hairpiece tickled her fingers, as she traced them over it admiring the craftsmanship. It had been made by a leather-worker, like herself a skilled one at that.

Sighing the paladin closed her eyes letting her hand fall, and snuggling her body back into the blankets. Tahlib certainly was an interesting Troll, he had been so gentle with her even fighting is natural instincts until she provoked him. Daliiah couldn't lie that it had thrilled her the pain had only made the pleasure she felt that much more intense.

She could feel herself flush, her body growing warm and her loins growing moist as she recalled the previous nights events. The redheads hand had a mind of its own as it traced the gentle curves of her body to settle between her legs, she gasped feeling how wet and ready she already was. Daliiah couldn't help herself, Tahlib was nowhere to be found after all. Sliding her small fingers over her dripping slit, her breath growing shaky and small moans escaping her lips as she found the hardened nub of her clitoris brushing her fingertips over it teasingly.

The young paladin wished she could communicate with the druid. She would love to tell him how amazing he had felt inside of her, to whisper provocative things in his ears in the hope of feeling him again. Daliiah was ashamed of how dirty her mind proved to be at times.

The healer's pace quickened, when she remembered the feeling of the Troll's long tongue so deep inside of her swirling and curling in all the right ways. The roughness of his calloused fingers on her clit, driving her so close to the point of insanity, that big cock splitting her in two while those sharp teeth had pierced her neck...Tahlib needed to come back!

She couldn't stop! Fingertips brushing her sweet spot in an almost frenzied pace, in a desperate attempt for release. It was so close! She was just teetering on the edge, about to go insane!

Oh light, she wanted the Troll's thick, pulsing manhood inside of her again filling her so very wonderfully, almost splitting her in half! She wanted those claws sinking into her hips making her bleed while the druid pounded her pussy, giving into his primal urges letting himself go wild!

She should have been ashamed of herself...having such impure thoughts...about a Troll no less! The paladin was almost frightened at how little any of it bothered her. She would have done anything just to feel him again, for one more exotic taste of those lips.

Tahlib thrilled her, fascinated her the Troll druid had been more loving and tentative to her needs than any man she had ever been with. The thought of that feral look in his eyes as he had taken her was enough to make the paladin tremble with anticipation. She had never before been possessed so completely by a lover, her thoughts were interrupted as she heard her companion moving outside of the tent. What a gentleman! It seemed he had even decided to make them breakfast.

A wicked thought crossed the paladin's mind then, a grin blooming on her full lips she rolled onto her stomach her fingers still hard at work rubbing her clitoris vigorously. Letting the fur blankets fall from her hips she pushed her knees upwards, her plump round bottom raised high off of the bed, she wanted to make sure Tahlib had a nice view when he returned. She wasn't going to give him the chance to refuse her, she had never wanted a man so badly in her life!

Tahlib held the hot pan of meat carefully pushing back the thick leather flap of the tent, a small smirk on his lips as he mused over the ways he could persuade his female companion to let him take her one last time before they parted ways.

The scene he came upon almost made him drop the hot pan right there, Daliiah gazing over her shoulder lustfully at him her supple ass raised off of the bed of furs she lay on, her fingers stroking the length of her pussy at a frenzied pace. Her full lips parted as heavenly sounds spilled forth from them, Tahlib set the pan aside at a safe distance, the paladin watching his every movement flipping onto her back, and beckoning him to her.

Dropping to his knees he moved to her, she held up a hand to stop him only inches from where she sat her breathing already unsteady as she crawled the small distance to him, pulling herself into his lap. Tahlib couldn't say he was displeased as his paladin roughly grabbed his tusks, pulling him into a passionate kiss and grinding her hips against his growing erection. He could feel her warm juices starting to seep into the leather of his pants, growling into the kiss his hands found their way to her supple hips, digging his sharp nails into her skin.

The druid was far from disappointed with the reaction he got, the paladin in his lap moaning against his lips, her tiny hands tangling in his long hair and pulling it roughly. When her hands loosened their grip they slid tantalizingly over his shoulders, down his broad muscled chest. The rest of her body sliding backwards as her hands laid a gentle trail to their goal, settling on the waist of his pants. He watched with awe as she made quick work of unlacing his leathers and exposing his growing erection, her small hands already going to work stroking him slowly.

The druid's manhood twitched as Daliiah looked up at him, blushing fervidly as she licked her lips shyly taking the head of his cock into her mouth.

The sight was enough to drive him mad, her mouth was so hot...wet, and so small just the tip of his cock was enough to fill it. Tahlib snapped away from his fantasy when he noticed his paladin shifting, bringing her breast to cradle the length of his manhood that would not fit between her lips. Soon a familiar warmth began to fill his body, making his skin tingle and crawl. He loved this kinky little woman! Getting high off the light like it was an exotic drug! Though he had to admit it was unlike anything he had ever felt before, a pure euphoria that seemed to fill him in waves.

Daliiah moaned around him, rolling her nipples between her fingers gently, watching every little hint of pleasure that crossed her lovers face. He was irresistible, even though the paladin knew she was playing with fire, she couldn't help but feel like she had all the control. Her mere touch could calm his feral rage, put his inner beast to rest and call it out again at her whim.

She pushed the thought to the back of her mind, almost ashamed of her sadistic nature. All those years she spent training as a healer assisting the inquisitors really had twisted her mind..

Tahlib was starting to grow impatient, there was no denying that he was enjoying his lovers ministrations but the smell of her feminine musk filling the air was starting to drive him crazy. Tangling his fingers in her dark cherry hair, Tahlib gently pulled Daliiah from him running his free hand over her voluptuous breasts, and pulling her into a kiss. Her hands found their way to his tusks gripping them tightly as she nipped and licked his lips, the druid's wandering hand finding its way to down until fingertips brushed against her flushed clitoris. The redhead moaned into their kiss, spreading her legs to let him push his thick finger fully inside of her, her knees shaking as a second finger joined the first thrusting into her at a steady pace.

This was the challenging part for Tahlib, he had to keep his cool, this needed to be done so he wouldn't hurt her. The way she was moving her hips against his fingers wasn't making matters any easier, the druid took a deep breath growling his frustration softly, and focusing on preparing his lover.

Oh light she was already so wet and sensitive! Did Tahlib really have to torture her with his fingers? It felt amazing sure, but she wanted something much larger! Dropping her hands to his chest Daliiah slowly pushed herself away from the troll, positioning herself in front of him on all fours, her supple ass pressed against his erection.

Tahlib was shocked by his lovers display of submission presenting herself like this she was practically begging him to ravage her like an animal. His hands shaking he brought them to her hips digging clawed fingernails into her delicate skin, growling. His actions earning him a heavenly chorus of moans ,he loved it when she sang so sweetly for him and so he told her so.

Running his pierced tongue along her tiny ear he whispered it to her, his thick manhood slipping between her spread legs running over the length of her pussy, and becoming slick with her juices.

The druid purred softly she felt so good, and he wasn't even inside of her yet!

Laying small kisses on her neck Tahlib positioned himself, the head of his manhood pressing against her gliding into her small pussy with ease. His lips curling back against her neck as he buried himself completely inside of her, his control gone in that moment. Sharp teeth tearing into her flesh, licking the wounds lovingly as he rutted her hard, that intoxicating pure power she emitted flooding his senses. He felt high his body overly sensitive, every movement of her hips as she thrust back against him making fire coil at the base of his spine. He knew she was close when her moans began to grow louder, releasing her neck the druid licked the blood from his lips dropping his hands to her legs, pulling them up off of the bed of furs and hooking them over his hips, thrusting into her mercilessly. The paladin gasped as Tahlib suddenly changed his pace and angle, her gasp becoming a shrill moan as he pounded into her brushing that special spot inside of her with every movement. Tahlib snarled growling audibly feeling the already tight muscles around him clench suddenly, the paladin beneath him holding her breath with one final rough motion of his hips he sent her into oblivion.

"Dat's right cum fo' me angel" he growled, his movements becoming desperate.

She began to moan things in her language, that soft voice full of pleasure the druid caught his name uttered amidst words he couldn't understand. Soon it was all that passed her lips save desperate moans, her pussy still clenching and twitching around him.

It was then that he felt it overcome him, sweeping him into a sweet euphoria unlike he had ever experienced before fire burning throughout his body, his toes the tips of his ears...everything pulsing with pleasure as he spilled himself inside of her.

"Tahlib!" she cried out, as she came again feeling his hot seed fill her.

The druids hips didn't stop until those tight muscles milked him for all he was worth, and his vision returned to normal.

Slipping out of her reluctantly he pulled her into his lap, wrapping her in a possessive embrace rubbing his tusks affectionately against her shoulder he whispered.

"I nevah want ya' to leave me angel"

She whispered sweet words back to him running her tiny hands through his mutton chops, looking at him with those kind pure eyes. It had to have been fate, the loa that brought her to him. There was no way he was so lucky that alone in the middle of a forest a human healer kind enough to save his life would just happen to come by, this was a sign.

Holding her in his arms; Tahlib decided he would finish his quest to find his sister he would join the Cenarion circle, learn to speak her language, and he would find her again.

He held her awhile longer before they ate their breakfast, parting ways with a few affectionate touches and a kiss.

A kiss that to Tahlib was a promise. It was time to straighten up and stop being lazy, Kuroji would just have to deal with it. He had fallen in love with a human.