It was dark outside as we headed towards the edge of the camp. Syndra had a tent set up on the far side of the area, a cozy space for her and a few other Draeneis, but today the others were moved inside the Exodar. We had it to ourselves. She led me in, the tent lit by a lantern hung outside. There were a couple wool blankets, thick and warm, covering the soft grass floor. I closed the flap behind us as Syndra began to undress.

“You been with a man before?” I asked, removing my armor.

She knelt down, laying one of the blankets out, “Uh, yeah! Just once though.”

“How long ago?” I asked, taking off my chain pants, “Not trying to pry, just curious.”

“Long enough...” she said, watching me intently.

I left my cloth pants on and knelt next to her, I better take this slow. Syndra untied her bra, letting me catch a glimpse of her two gorgeous melons before sliding them behind her hands in embarrassment. I took her in my arms as I gently pushed her down, my hand caressing the back of her head. She kissed me on the lips, hands wrapping around my body as I stroked her hair. Her eyes gave off a soft light as I held her close, my hand gliding up and down the side of her body. She tensed up a bit as I reached for her breast but her eyes said yes. Well, they said a lot more than that but one step at a time.

I gave her hair a slight tug and she pulled me closer, her kisses more intense and lustful. Oh, she wanted it, but I knew better than to rush through this. I slid my fingers around her breast, softly squeezing it in my grip. It was so soft yet firm and shapely. Her hips started to buck against me. Already? This chick really wanted to go for broke. I stuck topside, teasing her nipple and tracing the edge of her face with my fingers. Her tail flicked back and forth as she tried to pull me closer to her hips, her hooved legs pulling me close. I looked at her face, her eyes were closed as she gasped between our kisses. I don’t think she even knew what she was doing. What a natural.

I reached between her legs and ran my hand along her panties. They were starting to get wet so I rubbed her pussy through her underwear for a bit, sucking on her nipple as I did. She was just too tall, like Anya, I couldn’t reach her lips from down there. Syndra moaned and gasped and I was barely doing anything. Poor thing, how long was she pent up? I didn’t want her cumming before I even had a chance to get warmed up, so I pulled away.

“What is it, Jack?” she asked, sitting up on her elbows.

“How about you help me out of these,” I said, motioning towards my pants. She eagerly grabbed my waist and shuffled them off, only to pause when she saw my dick. Seven inches at full salute, it might not be amazing by Draenei standards but it got the job done. Her face was adorable, a look of curiosity and embarrassment, like she wasn’t sure what to do now.

She hesitated, crumpling my pants in her hands, “Can I… I mean, do you mind if I--"

“By all means,” I said, pulling her hand over. She sat beside me and began stroking my length, not quite sure what to do. I figured I’d let her explore a while, she probably never had the chance before. Syndra rubbed her thumb across my wet tip, getting pre all over my glans. Licking her thumb, she went back to stroking, this time all the way down to my sac. I felt my balls in her palm, being careful not to let her squeeze them too hard.

“This doesn’t hurt does it?” she asked.

“Nah, it feels amazing,” I told her, “keep going.”

She did just that, pausing every now and then to change positions. As she caressed my balls her other hand felt up my abs and chest. Syndra liked what she saw but didn’t know what to do with it. That was okay, it made my life easier, no expectations. I leaned over and took her down again, this time pulling off her now thoroughly wet panties. Underneath, a warm pussy and an adorable tuft of pubic hair. I guess that answers that question, I thought, just like elves but without the pretentious bullshit that goes along with getting them off. Goddamn elves, now that’s a way to ruin a mood.

I bent down between her legs and let my lips do the talking. Not that anything else would have done the talking… bad metaphor. But whatever, I paid her lip service, how’s that? No, still awful. I took her on a trip through the velvet underground. Yeah, that works. Every so often my tongue would hit a sweet spot, sending a shiver through her whole body, but through almost the entire thing she seemed to be at the breaking point so I couldn’t do too much. Pulling back for a bit, I worked two of my fingers inside, licking her clitoris. Her legs shuffled back and forth by my head as I listened to her muffled, desperate yelps.

I shifted back and laid my dick on her pussy, her lips wrapping around my shaft as I rocked back and forth against the outside of her vagina. Syndra grabbed her breast, panting and arching her back. Rocking with her desperate thrusts, I grabbed her hips, my dick rubbing the outside of her sensitive vulva. As I pressed my tip inside she cried out in surprise. Silent gasps escaped a pained face as her entire body shuddered under me. I felt just a little bit of her juices leak out along my cock so I kept rocking against her until her orgasm subsided.

“How was that?” I asked. She finished damn quick, I didn’t even get a chance to get started. Syndra was still panting as she looked at me, her face stained with guilt. Oh boy, here we go. She slowly closed her legs, both hands creeping between them, tail tucked firmly between her thighs. She turned her face away, burying it in the blanket. Yeah, I’d been here with a woman before; this was her first orgasm. Next would come the sobbing, I knew it.

Next came the sobbing. I just sat there, waiting for her to calm down. After a minute or so of this she muttered, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, everyone handles their first time differently,” I said.

She looked at me with those sweetheart eyes, “I just… I’m so embarrassed.”

“It’s alright.”

“You didn’t even get to…” she turned away again.

“Hey, you should have seen my first time,” I said, “Didn’t even last five minutes.”

She smiled, “Really?”

“Yeah, we all gotta start somewhere,” I said, playing with her hair. I rubbed her back for a few minutes as she settled down. Figuring this was as far as this was going that night, I grabbed my pants and started to put them on.

“Wait,” Syndra said, grabbing my hand, “You umm, don’t have to.”

“Hey, you don’t have to try to impress me,” I said.

“But you haven’t finished yet,” she said, rubbing my cock with her hand. I guess I couldn’t blame her, I felt bad about all the jobs I left unfinished. I didn’t wanna pressure her, but at the same time, if she wanted to get back in the saddle…

“Alright then,” I said, leaning in to kiss her. Syndra kissed me back but then pulled away. Turning her back to me, she raised her ass in the air, legs spread beneath her, tail raised. When I said this girl had an ass that would make an elf jealous I wasn’t just blowing smoke, this was perfection. The Light surely smiled on me this night. Hmm, now there was an idea. I ran my hands over her round, bubbly ass, bringing my tip towards her pussy. It was warm and still soaking wet; my cock slid in like a hand in a velvety warm glove. I could hear her moan as my length was gradually worked in deeper, her breaths getting sharper, more intense. This, I thought, called for special tactics.

I reached out, channeling my magic into my hand. It lit up like a pure white candle. I leaned over her body, reaching around her chest. Taking her breast firmly in my hand, I pressed it against her body, my magic innervating her skin. Every motion of my hand left her with a warm, tingling sensation. I teased her nipple as I started to thrust into her properly, her gasping becoming stained with a high pitched whine of pleasure. As my hips started to brush against her swaying body I could feel her tensing under me, was she getting ready for another one? So soon? I toyed with her soft, pretty tits, making sure she was nice and worked up.

Syndra’s moaning grew louder, I could hear her hiss between her teeth every now and then as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. I took a break from massaging her breasts to give her pussy a taste of the holy magic lovin’ but every time I did that she just about doubled over. Her arms would shake and her voice crack with every exhale coming out slightly higher. Well, I thought, this was gonna end faster than I intended, so I might as well send her off properly. I started picking up the pace, my hand massaging her pussy on the outside as I held her hips with my other. Syndra buried her face in the blanket, biting the woolen cloth. Come on girl, let it go.

I started to go deeper until my hips were smacking against her beautiful ass. Syndra’s body tensed as she let out a muffled scream. Her legs trembled and gave out, leaving her practically lying on the ground. Fortunately she was pretty tall and I still had a little leverage or else that would have been pretty damn awkward. I kept going as long as she did, her pussy pressing against my dick and me fighting to keep her going, but eventually, sweating and gasping for air, her orgasm subsided.

When I pulled out Syndra lay on the ground, heaving breaths, a look of bliss on her face. Her legs were still spread apart, ass half raised, but she didn’t seem to care. Figuring once again that we were done, I proceeded to take care of business myself. I didn’t get far with my masturbation before Syndra stopped me, pulling my hand away and pushing me on my back. She straddled me, my dick resting firmly under her gorgeous hips. She rubbed it against her pelvis, occasionally letting it slip inside her before pulling out again, the entire time sucking my kiss. I bucked against her, my throbbing cock now thoroughly ready to finish. Grabbing her ass I pressed against her hips, her grinding slicking my entire shaft.

With gritted teeth, curled toes, and likely an unbefitting expression I released my load, thick ropes of cum shooting all over her hips and stomach. Gradually she pulled away, taking a moment to taste her prize. After letting me catch my breath she leaned down and kissed me again, this time much sleepier than before. I stroked her back as she lazily tried to keep going, but in a few minutes she was passed out on top of me. Exhausted and satisfied I wasn’t far behind.

By the time I awoke it was almost midday. Wait, midday? Crap, the boat for Auberdine was going to leave soon. Slowly I pulled myself from under Syndra, waking her in the process. Still tired, she grabbed her clothing, smiling at me with a sleepy look, her hair tangled in her horns. I started putting my armor back on as she got dressed, both of us too out of it to say anything. I stood by the edge of the tent, ready to head out, but she insisted on walking me to the docks.

“Last night, Jack, I don’t know what to say,” she said, her face red… or purple rather.

“It was pretty damn good,” I replied.

“It was,” she said, wrapping her arms around me as we walked, “but was it okay for you?”

“Great, hun, especially for your first time.”

She didn’t say anything for a bit, but as we continued I could tell she was trying not to giggle.

“Alright, what is it,” I asked.

“Nothing, just… I can’t believe I made it with a paladin,” she said, her eyes both literally and figuratively lighting up, “I mean, for Draenei that’s like every girl’s dream!”

“I’m, uh, flattered,” I said. If these Draenei were joining the Alliance, you bet your ass I was gonna keep that one in my back pocket.

“I’m sorry, but it’s just so…”

“Radical?” 

Syndra smacked me in the back of the head, but she was still smiling. As we approached the docks, I found none other than Sir Pallen waiting for me with something in his hands. He saluted me, and I him.

“I have come to see you off, Sir Abrams,” he said, “and to offer you this.” He held out a helmet like what the Exodar guards wore, too small of himself but just the right size for me. It was of fine mithril and in the center was a magical purple gem. The helmet caressed both sides of my face as I put it on, instantly feeling the strength it bestowed. It was fantastic, I thought, though it could do with a mohawk like the helms they have in Stormwind.

“Thank you, Sir Pallen, this is amazing,” I said, genuinely grateful, “But why the gift?”

“I had a talk with a little troublemaker named Samara,” He clapped me on the shoulder with a smile, “May it serve you well wherever your journey takes you.”

I turned to Syndra, “What do you think?”

She fidgeted with my hair poking out from the back, “It looks dashing.”

I gave her a grin and looked at the ship. They were almost done reloading the empty crates, it was time for me to get going. I shook Sir Pallen’s hand, “I’ll be sure to pass word on as soon as I arrive.”

“Good, hopefully by the time the diplomats arrive this place will be back on its feet.”

“Syndra,” I said, standing there a little awkwardly, “It was a pleasure, really.”

She hugged me goodbye, “I hope we’ll see you again, Jack Radical.”

“I’m sure I’ll find my way back here sometime,” I said, face pressed against her chest. “Just umm… under better circumstances.”

“Ah, yes, of course.”

I pulled away, giving her one last longing glance over my shoulder as I got on the boat. The two of them waved goodbye from the dock. I waved back as the boat began to pull away. The wind howling around the metal helmet, I leaned over the railing and watched them fade into the misty air. Maybe I would be back someday, I thought. The Night Elves looked at me strangely as I stood there, gazing out over the sea, lost in thought for almost half the trip. I couldn't shake what Syndra had said the previous day. Maybe somewhere inside of me there really was a hero. Some kind of Uther the Lightbringer just waiting to shine through.

A Night Elf came up behind me, “Excuse me, it will be a couple hour before we pull in to port. What will you be having for lunch?”

Not really hearing him, I replied, “Whiskey.”

“Lunch, sir,” he said insistently.

“Oh, right,” I corrected myself, “a stout and whiskey.”

He shook his head and walked back down into the galley, only to emerge moments later with a bottle of whiskey, “We don’t have stout, human.”

“Light give me strength,” I said in disappointment, grabbing the bottle and swilling a good portion of it.

The elf gave me a look of disgust as he turned away, “Shameful humans.”

“Goddamn elves.” I leaned back over the railing, looking at my reflection in the glass bottle, checking out my new helmet as the golden liquid sloshed from side to side. The liquor hitting my brain, I started to chuckle at how goofy it looked with the rest of my plain armor. Hah, oh yeah, a real hero's garb. What is a hero anyway? I took another swig as the boat rocked hard, sending me tumbling backwards against the cabin wall. The elven deckhands looked at me like with scorn but I just raised my bottle. Hey, I thought, what ya see is what ya get. Then I puked all over the deck.