The next morning she was gone with nary a word. To say they were both embarrassed would be an understatement. She was Aldor, he was Scryers. These sort of things just didn’t happen! She made her way out of the room, with but a glance in the direction of Khesed. Khesed could barely keep his eyes open, due to the headache he was experiencing. Be could barely get the cleansing prayer together in his mind; and when he was better…she was gone.
He didn’t even know her name!
To think, just a few years ago he would have been one of the Blood Knights hunting down the Draenei refugees that crash landed on Azeroth.
Khesed just shook his head as he left The World’s End Tavern.
On the way to the Scryer’s Tower, he ran into Krum. Krum was a giant of an orc; as one would imagine an orc warrior to be. But, he was also Khesed’s friend. Alongside of him was another of his comrade in arms, Xexell. She was one of the Blood Elves, as well as one of the Scryer’s mages, and regularly enjoyed harassing the young Lieutenant.
“Hey Krum,” Xexell said loudly as Khesed approached.
“Yes, Xexell,” he replied with a gleam in his eye.
Xexell, very loudly so everyone could hear said, “Don’t we have some regulation regarding bestiality and our officers? I thought only humans and gnomes enjoyed a nightly plate of spacegoat!”
Xexell and Krum literally fell into each other’s arms laughing as Khesed approached with his face turning a bright red.
“Don’t you have something better to be doing right now? We do have orders you know.” Khesed sounded terse, but a small smile began to creep into the edges of his frown.
“Come on you two, we need to get our things and head to the flight path. We leave for Blade’s Edge in two hours, which means the Commander wants to see us in one.”
Krum and Xexell fell in behind Khesed, laughing and making crude comments about having spacegoat tail for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
All Khesed could do was shake his head.
Krum and Xexell may have believed it was a disapproving shake of his head, but in actuality Khesed was trying to clear his thinking. He hated to admit it, but he couldn’t get the Draenei clothie out of his head. While much of it was lost in the fog of alcohol; he still remembered quite a bit.
He wasn’t that drunk.
Damned, if he hadn’t become smitten with the Aldor maiden.
He couldn’t seem to get her out of his head. Her smile was brilliant in his mind. Her eyes were all enveloping.
Her body… He began to turn red all over again, remembering every bump and curve. He had ran his fingers lightly over every part of her as they slowly made love. He could still see her, still taste her, still smell her.
What was happening to him?!
Shaking his head, he muttered to himself, “Dumb bastard.”