November 21st, 2020

Malfean & Nihil - Frenemies with Benefits

Every time.

Every gods-damned-time that Malfean came to him with a job it always ended up being an ordeal. Two jobs before it was a simple survey of a new set of ruins and they were nearly overrun by Murlocs rushing to a shrine for the Naga. Another time it was supposed to be a protection detail. Watch after the eldest son of a noble family from Silvermoon and make sure he made it to a meeting in Booty Bay for family interests. That of course went to hell as the horny little shit thought he could get away with a grope on Malfean as she was trying to settle in for the night and the beating that occurred had him arrive to his meeting with two black eyes and several broken ribs. The fact they even got paid was either a small miracle or due to the fact that not paying the fuming orc woman would likely result in further ass beatings.

This time, she had brought him in on a contract that she had “happened upon” after being noticed for brawling and coming out on top in the underbelly of Dalaran. A Nightborne merchant was looking to move product and required guards for the small caravan. What should have been a simple task of watching after the transport of a fine vintage of Arcwine out of Suramar became a near constant fight against wildlife, roving packs of withered and even an attack by a barely sane group of Nightfallen rogues.

For two days they made the trek out of Suramar and finally reached the shores to where boats were waiting to transport the wine away for sale. That left them another day of travel back across Suramar to be even close to getting the full payment of their contract. As evening fell, Malfean turned to Nihil and congratulated him on being so helpful with such an easy job. That did it, for him. The anger started to rise in him and before he knew it they were yelling at one another. Soon it came to be a shoving match, and then came the blows. The pair of them rolled around the camp-site growling, grunting, and angrily having a go at one another.

At some point though, that angst gave way to something more. Even though he was so angry with her, he had to admit that there was something savage and beautiful in the way she looked over at him…or at least held her head in his direction as her sight had long ago left her. The pair found themselves kissing, a moment of lust that flushed through and lead to their armor and clothing being pulled away to roughly scatter around them.

Malfean stood as her leathers fell to the ground and turned her nude back to him, then easily lifted up one leg straight to the side and then angled it up towards the sky. A hand easily slipped out as her arm wrapped around the bend of her knee as her head turned towards where she knew he was watching. With a grin, she spoke in a husky voice, “I always knew you had a little bit of the rage of an Orc hiding in you, Kalec. Don’t you think it’s time I should have some of the steel of a Blood-Elf in me?”

Nihil sighed as he walked towards the offering of the Orc, his length already hard as it bobbed before him as he moved closer.

Every gods-damned-time.

Wonderfully drawn by the talented Pretty & Lethal