Nymiri stared out the window of her small home. A soft spring rain was falling and the night elf was getting lost in the sound of the drops hitting the window pane and the way the they wormed their way down it. Her fingers combed through her long navy blue hair, showing her mild frustration. The rain was letting up, promising a nice, cool evening. The tall elf took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. The sound held a hint of annoyance. It did not matter that the night was cool and still,  she would toss and turn for hour before sleep would come and then the dreams would start.<br/><br/>The dreams were always about -her- and they were always as vivid as they were lewd. She still did not really understand what had happened and had it not been for the marks left on her skin the next morning she would have surely thought the encounter nothing more than a very surreal dream. The memory pushed its way to the front of her mind even though she tried to think of something, anything else. It was funny how innocently it seemed initially. It was Dalaran, and a blood elf had asked to buy her a drink. Looking back maybe the drink had been drugged because even though the conversation was pleasant there was an ever growing sense if impending doom. She could recall the anxiety and even just the memory made her breath quicken.<br/><br/>The raven haired blood elf had seen her unease and the way her eyes were constantly darting around at the smallest noise and had politely offered to go up to her room and get away from the noise. The offer seemed less polite in retrospect but at the time she was glad for any reason to get away from all the people. She felt foolish now for not realizing something was wrong. A reassuring back rub while they sat talking sitting on the bed's edge quickly led to her being stripped and her hands being bound with her own underwear. Nymiri shook her head, why had she not stopped the blood elf. Something in that fel-green gaze had made her feel like obedience was the only course of action and so she had obeyed.<br/><br/>Words could not express how good those first touched had felt. Light and gentle they had explored and teased every inch until Nymiri was writhing in need. She had begged and begged until she thought she would lose her voice and possibly her mind. The fact that the other woman had never disrobed made her naked thrashing desperation even more shameful. Then, as if someone had pulled a lever, her wish was granted. Never in the Night Elf's many years had she felt something as perfect as that first orgasm. It was like basking in the Light's pure radiance. But it did not stop. There was no chance to come back down and catch her breath before the Elf's action took her over the edge again. And again.<br/><br/>She had pleaded between harsh cries for the pleasure to cease, for a rest, for any form of mercy the elf would give. She remembered her tears and the way her body tensed until it felt as though the muscles would rip free of the bones. Most of all the priestess remembered the smile on the Elf's face, savouring her suffering, as she simply kept her incredibly agile fingers toying between the night Elf's own.<br/><br/>She could not remember whether she had passed out from the overstimulation or simply been left too delirious to process her surrounds but regardless when she came back to her senses some hours later the woman was gone and all of Nymiri's clothing was neatly folded on the chair. Only the soaked sheets, the raw skin of her wrists, and the throbbing ache between her legs showed that the event had actually transpired.<br/><br/>She had tried to stay away and avoided where they had met but she felt a pull to go back and try as she might, it was irresistible. After a few nights of drinking alone the woman had come again. There had been no pretence this time and that fel-green gaze again demanded obedience. This time the other woman had stripped and joined in the intimacy. Images flashed through Nymiri's mind if their bodies entwined, of the Elf's teeth on the sensitive nub of her nipple with just enough force to draw out a cry, and of so many other wondrous, lewd and frightening things.<br/><br/>The Night Elf priestess shook herself from her memories, almost shocked to find herself back in her home. She blinked a few times, long lashes sweeping down as her vision found focus again. The rain had stopped and the sun had set. Apparently she had been lost in her memories for longer than she had thought and she nervously touched the choker that cling to her neck. It had been a gift and for some reason when Nymiri had fled back home to Darnassus  she had not had the heart to throw it away. She had simply left Dalaran, hoping that some distance would help clear her mind. So far it had only met with limited success.<br/><br/>With a weary sigh, Nymiri stood and walked toward the bed, pulling her gown up over her head as she walked.   Dropping it onto a chair she crawled into bed. All the nights of tossing and turning seemed to have taken their toll on her thought and he fell asleep almost immediately. Her dreams were vivid and filled with the gorgeous elf that she still did not know the name of even after two intimate encounters. Memory and fantasy blurred and she was wrapped in the Elf's embrace again surrendering to those intense fel-green eyes again.<br/><br/>Something stirred in the back of her mind and the dream faded. Instinct screamed at her and her eyes opened. The elf was right there, the glowing eyes only a foot away. Nymiri blinked slowly and her eyes focused. Her expression was a rather adorable mix of confusion, disbelief and a little lust and the tall Elf's slender hand lifted to lightly to touch the blood Elf's cheek. Feeling the flesh there, undeniably real, had the priestess scrambling backward across the bed. "What are you doing here? You.... You can't be here!" She hissed, staring wide-eyed at the other woman. "This is not real. I must still be dreaming. It's the only explanation." She mumbled, mostly to herself while never taking her gaze of of the woman across the bed from her. Her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe and calm herself from the surprise all the while shaking her head. "I was not w-waiting for you! Y-you are not real." She said again, her conviction faltering when her own gaze met the Blood Elf's hungry stare.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>