A Contest of Vixens

Swan and Resari the elf paladin battle for the right to be called the hottest lover for Alvar.

An evening’s night outside the town of Ratchet were normally filled with many different sounds; For one the raptors made a rukus when they hunted, secondly the goblins were hardly quiet in their experiments, and third the nearby camp of a horde trainees had an almost earsplitting scream every night, sometimes multiple times a night. This night was no different, the loud sounds echoed through the night air, however the screams from the camp were not present. If the goblins of Ratchet had bothered to listen though they would probably welcome the lack of the sound from the camp, in which the inhabitants were all sleeping quite soundly for once.

At one of the lesser oasis in the Barrens stood three elven figures, the first was a woman of average height and build for a blood elf female, she wore a black vest that had an low cut neckline that seemed to be designed to show off her cleavage more than anything else, and a dark red skirt that hung down to her knees, her feet were clad only in black shoes. She had pale skin and short blonde hair kept up in a ponytail. Her green eyes were locked on the other woman, a night elf.

The night elf woman stood across from the blood elf woman, she was wearing a rather worn out set of leather armor with several mismatched pieces here and there. The pieces of leather do not cover all of her skin or the various scars of past battles etched onto her. The woman’s periwinkle blue skin made the look work though. Her pearly white hair hanging from her shoulders as she stood with her hands on her hips and looking across to the other woman, her silvery shimmering eyes meeting the green glow unblinkingly.

Somewhat between both of the women was a man, much taller and more buff than his race normally is. He was an alluringly handsome blood elf, his lightly tanned skin that was yet slightly pale as well covered in various clothing, a pair of black silk pants and a open red mageweave shirt. He was looking between the two women, pausing to glance at the fellow blood elf with just a small amount of worry in his gaze.

“I hope you still don’t think you can please him better than I can Swan…” Spoke the female blood elf, pointing her finger over at the night elf, Swan.

“Well it’s not like I try very hard… it just comes naturally to me, Alvar just likes my stimulations best” Swan replied, her hands moving from her hips to cross her arms under her chest, the motion causing the lithe rogue’s chest to bounce just abit, which drew the male’s gaze.

“I suppose you can make anyone like what you do better if you spend all the time drugging them…”, Resari crossed her arms as well, noticing Alvar’s gaze and making a point to thrust her chest out, one of her mounds barely avoided bursting from the top, which made him stare at her next.

Swan’s eyes rolled abit, “Well you know he ‘did’ come seek me out sometimes…” refering to a few times in which the warlock between them had sought out Swan for some reason to countinue their cat and mouse game.

Resari narrowed her eyes some while she stepped one step closer to Swan, the blood elf had a temper and Swan knew it, the rogue didn’t seem to keen on the ex-paladin’s face and took a step back just in case.”You know Swan I think I caught you sneaking around the camp tonight and not Alvar sneaking out…” Resari claimed while thinking back.

Earlier that night…

Resari was sitting inside the camp of her guild’s training grounds, seated atop Alvar’s lap as the two looked up and watched shooting stars together. Despite the pair’s distaste for the students that they were made to teach, they found a great deal of comfort and enjoying spending time together. “See, that gnome in the Ratchet bar was right about these wasn’t he Resi?” Alvar asked while tightening his arms around Resari’s slim waist to hold her closer, Resari rolled her eyes and smirked over her shoulder, “I never said he wasn’t going to be right, I only said gnomes that are staggering around a bar singing tauren folk songs aren’t the best people to trust”.

The camp itself was quiet, most of the recruits were either asleep or on leave to visit home, just how Resari and Alvar liked it. The only person who had been remotely awake for a little while was Resari’s former tent-mate Moondai, a ‘spirited’ troll shaman who Resari was quite certain could drink a dwarf under a table. But Moondai had retired back to her tent after nursing a particularly foul smelling bottle of spirits, leaving the couple to be alone.

Alvar’s right hand had trailed up to rub delicately over his lover’s belly, while his left moved to lightly massage over her thighs, causing the elven woman to sigh contently and wiggle her hips side to side some to settle back against him further. “Have I mentioned how sexy you look tonight Resi?” Alvar asked after kissing along her neck, Resari merely continued her smiling before answering, “Only ten times so far”. Resari spun around on his lap, legs wrapping around his waist while her skirt rode up from the movement, her lips pressed against his and the two engaged in a heated passionate kiss for quite a few moments.

Resari began to lightly grind herself against Alvar’s lap, the warlock’s silk pants buldging quite abit at the touch the former paladin’s panty-clad crotch. “Someone is feeling frisky tonight…” Alvar mused while he let his hands roam around Resari’s back, finally gripping her pert rear in both hands and helping her grind on his lap. “As opposed to every other night..?” She smirked while leaning her head down to lick and nip at his neck. “That’s a good point, one of the reasons why I love you” He chuckled out while looking at her, eyes glowing lustfully, “So what do you wanna do tonight… I’ll let you decide”.

Resari seemed ready to decide right away, but something caught her gaze over Alvar’s shoulder. Following her gaze Alvar turned his head to see a dark shape sneaking around their tent, opening up one of the flaps to peek inside. The mana flame lamp inside the tent illuminated the figure’s face, unmistakably a female with blue periwinkle skin. Resari groaned out quietly while she slid off Alvar, grabbing a mithril forged greatsword from the ground where she had laid it. “You can just leave her be and she’ll wander off” Alvar said while he watched his girlfriend start off towards the tent. Resari paused for a moment, looking over her shoulder “I could, but last time I did that she stole my favorite panties and put them on sale at Booty Bay.” Resari walked over to their tent, just in time to get out of ear shot of Alvar saying “Best four hundred gold I ever spent too..”.

Back to the present…

Swan’s ears drooped down some while she put on a pout, “But I was just visiting two of my best friends that’s all!”. Resari brushed a few strands of her hair back behind her ear and shook her head dismisively. “If that were the case why’d you run off screaming when I tapped your shoulder?” asked Resari while raising her eyebrow.

“Well if you saw YOU standing behind you with a sword wouldn’t you run away too!?” Swan cried out. Alvar rubbed his chin, nodding,

“She does have a point Resi…”, Resari rolled her eyes, “Which is beside the point, I know she came to bang ya and I was enjoying our evening”. Swan’s confident swagger returned while she walked over to Resi slowly, carefully watching the woman to make sure she wasn’t about to go off on the rogue.

“Well just wanted to make sure he had a fulfilling night’s fuck tonight that’s all..” Swan poked at Resari verbally.

The tactic worked like a charm, Resari’s eyes flared open, “You think your better at nailing him then me? You’re on Swan! I’ll prove I can please him better than any nightskank can”. Alvar perked up quite abit at that, having a feeling that this would end either badly for him, or very good. Swan smirked and nodded, hands returning to her hips, “Whoever can make him cum the most in two hours…”.

“No poisons allowed”

“No mana tap tricks either”

“Fine, I go first though” Swan and Resari quickly rattled off the rules while Alvar blinked some, he’d expect them to get into some steamy lesbian action that he could watch.

Resari tapped her cheek lightly while she had a thought, “So what does the winner get?”, Swan thought about it as well then clapped her hands together in front of her chest. “The winner gets Al for an entire night without sleeping, the loser has to clean up afterwards.”

Resari nodded some, “Deal” and reached out to shake Swan’s hand. Swan cautiously looked at the hand, then extended her own and squeezed the blood elf’s hand as tight as she could, Resari did the same but was much stronger than the rogue, making her wince slightly.

“You’re quite tough…for a shrimp.” Swan winced as she pulled her hand away.

Alvar could only blink in surprise while looking between the two women, “Thank the Nether for my luck”.