The Love of a Draenei Woman Pt. 001

The Love of a Draenei Woman

A Draenei Goddess Claims A Man As Her Mate

I've been thinking about writing this tale ever since I first saw a picture/drawing of a beautiful naked Draenei woman. Yes, it truly belongs with Sci-Fi & Fantasy. I'm planning to have a part two. However, if readers of Literotica think more than two parts are wanted, it may evolve into a long series.

Please enjoy the fantasies of an old man.

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PART 01

It was just another day.

My mind wandered as I grunted during my bench presses at the gym.

'Damn! I do this every day, and it seems like I'm always getting stronger, although not bulkier. I don't want a bodybuilder size, just a little more definition.'

Jim already had a nice size. Being 6'2", his shoulders were somewhat broad, with a little bigger than normal-sized arms, pecs, traps, and lats. His stomach was flat, although he never could get a defined six-pack to develop. He could withstand a stomach blow in his boxing training more than any man in the gym. His body just would not display any definition in his stomach area. He ate only good food, jogged, swam, and worked out with weights every day, although no bulkiness ever. His bench presses were up to almost three hundred pounds, so he always just brushed it off as family genetics not being able to increase his bulk.

After weight training, he ran his regular three miles, showered, and swam laps in the Olympic-sized pool for another hour. He had grown accustomed to this regular early morning routine over the years.

Afterward, showering, shaving, and dressing for work, he went to the office. While he was getting a cup of black coffee, the head administrative assistant came around the corner with a woman in tow. The admin./assist. named Pristine introduced the woman as Alora. The tiny girl held out her hand, saying.

"Alora Sapphira Dearswag, To be precise."

Grasping her hand, he felt something that he couldn't comprehend. The touch of her skin against his was mesmerizing, to say the least. His only thoughts were.

'Her hand is so soft, I just can't only shake it.'

Jim bent down and gently kissed the top of her hand, saying. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Jim."

This was no ordinary woman. She was tiny, about 5' tall, with the most alluring features any woman could ever wish for. Her hair was the most sensual color of dark caramel blonde that flowed down her shoulders way past her elbows. It was very wavy, almost ring-curled. She had heavenly bright grey eyes that seemed to be able to pierce into your soul. Her skin tone was a little dark, not olive or brown. It was like a Caucasian complexion had darkened as if seeing her in a dimly lit room.

Those high cheekbones and little dimple of a nose gave her the appearance of royalty. The lips I was staring at were not overly big, although they were definitely saying (I want to be kissed!)

From the top of her head down to her tiny little feet, it was as if God had said (No Other Woman Will Be This Gorgeous.)

She wore a lovely dark green woman's business suit dress as I glanced down. Her figure was still the envy of any woman, having that tiny wasp-like waist and full hips. The mid-length skirt of her suit showed the most beautiful legs of any woman on Earth, with those tiny little feet and those fully open four-inch heels giving the appearance of tiptoeing when she walked. Standing next to her, I felt a little odd. Being 6'2", I was fourteen inches taller than her. By height, it looked like a child standing next to me, although looking at her, she was nothing but all-woman.

My mind went off, thinking of the lines of that movie.

'She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like a pair of wings. She made broken look beautiful and strong look invincible. -- Joker for Harley Quinn'

Never in my life had a woman ever affected me this way. It was as if staring into those glowing grey eyes, our souls barely touching just to say hello.

Pristine balked at me, kissing her hand, saying.

"Jim! You know that's not allowed! Alora, I apologize for his crude behavior; it had better not happen again."

Giving me a stern glare.

Alora's cheeks turned a little bright red as she replied.

"Pristine, you don't understand. In the olden days, this was nothing more than a gentle complement to a lady. You have no idea how much I wish all men were as confident and charming as Jim is."

With that, Pristine blushed a little, continuing.

"Anyway, Jim, Alora will be working with you and the boys as one of our new management consultants. You need to show her the ropes and help her get acquainted with everyone."

Jim responded that he could do that. After Pristine walked away, Jim offered.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?"

She replied.

"I prefer tea if you have any."

Jim smiled, saying.

"Here, there are several to choose from. I'm not surprised with your European accent."

She blushed a little, choosing an English Earl Grey tea and fixing it with some cream and a couple of sugars. They went around the office, and Jim introduced her to everyone while explaining their main routines and workloads. Her bright eyes absorbed everything, and her questions were spot-on for every subject. Jim was indeed taken aback by her knowledge and understanding of everything. With her acute responses and queries, you would have thought she should have been in her late fifties and not her early twenties.

Again - This Was No Ordinary Woman.

At lunch, Jim, Alora, and a couple of other consultants were eating. Jim noticed her very bloody red rare steak, thinking.

'Most women won't eat meat almost raw; this girl is indeed intriguing; I wonder if she is spoken for or single?'

Back at the office, Jim asked.

"I hope you don't get offended, (Alora Sapphira Dearswag). I've never heard either of your names ever before. I must say that I find them very stimulating as they roll off the tongue."

She blushed a little, almost whispering.

"Thank You! Kind Sir."

We went to the supply room, gathering the everyday things a new employee needed at their desk. Her cubical was behind mine in our rather large work area. The cubical walls were six feet high, giving each employee a little private space, if you could call it that. I could turn around and peer into her workspace; she could do the same to mine. Things kind of tapered off for the rest of the day, with us parting around quitting time.

That evening, I had a difficult time trying to get any sleep. Things of the day kept flowing through my mind. Alora Sapphira Dearswag, Damn! What a lovely name. The images of her figure, her blushing, that smile, those eyes and lips. Needless to say, I only got about two hours of sleep that night. Tossing and turning all night, I just couldn't get her image out of my mind. I wondered.

'How is it possible for any woman to be so beautiful? Were we destined to meet?'

The following morning at work, we were given an assignment in Washington State requiring travel. I made some reservations for flights and hotels, then sent the info to Alora and Buddy, who would accompany us. I also sent her several links for information about the client and how we could help.

At lunch that day, we went to a sushi place. Again, she surprised me by ordering two large platters of sashimi, wolfing down the raw fish like it was candy. This girl truly loved meat of any kind.

We met at the airport early the following morning and boarded the plane. The flight was a bit long, and we arrived at the client's sight just after lunch. This was only supposed to be a kind of meet-and-greet starting point for the project, although Alora proved to be a powerhouse from the get-go. Her knowledge of the client's present operations was superior to anything I could offer during this brief encounter.

With her business sophistication along with her infamous beauty, she had them eating out of her hand in minutes. It wasn't long before she looked over at me, gently hiding her face with her hand smiling and giving me a cute as hell wink. Needless to say, the kickoff meeting was the best I had ever attended.

Later that evening at dinner, Buddy, my work cohort who came with us, marveled and boasted about how well she did that day. Alora looked over at us as she openly devoured her very rare bloody veal steak, smirking.

"You two have no idea what I'm truly capable of. One day, I may show you, but not now."

Then, before we could utter a word, she continued.

"Would the two of you like to join me in the pool after dinner? I just love a good swim before bedtime."

I quickly answered back. "Sure, I swim every day." Buddy only said no; he didn't bring any swim trunks. We sat there for about an hour after dinner, downing cocktails. This tiny little woman constantly amazed me with her professionalism, her eating habits, and now drinking like a seasoned sailor. She was doubling two drinks to our every one, on each order. After her eighth drink, she rose, saying.

"Okay, now that dinner has settled, let's go for a swim." It was like she had not been drinking at all, no slur, no wobble, cold-stone sober. I was doing okay; Buddy had a slight wobble in his step. In the elevator, all three of us were on different floors. Buddy was on the third floor, Alora was on the seventh floor, and I was on the tenth and private floor for platinum-level members only. I was the first to make it down to the pool floor, jumping in and doing laps. The pool room was empty.

Then, the world went Bye-Bye.

In walked Alora. Now, seeing her for the first time without a business suit, I almost choked on a mouthful of water. Her dark, caramel-blonde hair flowing around her shoulders was inspiring, to say the least. What took my breath away was everything about her. Her body was the most ravishing I had ever seen. If you could picture a genuinely perfect body on a woman, that would be what I was gawking at. She was wearing a tiny micro bikini that was colored the exact same as her skin tone, openly giving the impression she was nude.

The extremely tiny top barely covered her areolas of each breast. Her hard nipples were fighting to poke through her top.

The bottom had even less covering, clearly showing a nice dark caramel-blonde landing strip and very protruding camel-toe mons to die for. She sat the bag she was carrying down and turned to spread out a towel on a chair, and again, I gasped. A complete string-like thong and a full gorgeous round ass were staring back at me. She smiled at me, going over to the diving board. Her dive was divine, hardly making a ripple in the water. She surfaced next to me, asking.

"Do I meet your approval?"

Like a young boy on a first date, I was spellbound. All I could do was nod yes. She took off, starting laps with the grace of a mermaid in the water. The water made almost no movement as this tiny little serpent glided through with effortless ease. I had difficulty keeping up with her. Even swimming every day, I could not match her strokes. After about the third lap, she went under the water. I stopped looking around for her. Then she pounced onto my back, dragging me down under the water. We wrestled in the water like children, splashing and taunting each other. After a minute or two, she wound up facing me with her legs locked around me, saying.

"You're a hell of a lot stronger than you look."

By this time, she had her arms around my neck as well. Blushing a little, I walked over to the pool's edge, grabbed her around her tiny waist, and sat her up on the pool's edge like she weighed nothing. That brought out another gasp from her lips saying.

"Damn! You are strong!"

I jumped out of the pool, looking down. Alora's hair was now in tight ring curls, being wet, giving her the appearance of an absolute angel. I stood there, showing her what she was going off about, asking.

"Your turn now. Do you approve?"

She stood, looking at me like I was some kind of raw steak for her to devour. Stepping close, she ran her hand across my belly. Looking up, she said.

"It's like solid rock."

I chuckled, adding.

"If you only knew. In boxing, no man has ever been able to double me over with a stomach punch."

She responded, snickering like this was the funniest thing she had ever heard.

"I'll take that challenge."

Putting my hands behind my back, I told her.

"Just don't hurt yourself."

Tensing up my stomach muscles, she drew back and let one fly. Never had any man ever hit me so hard; it almost made me double over. It was all I could do, taking my next breath. That tiny little girl looked up at me astonished, saying.

"Strong! Tough as hell! And handsome! Best choice of my life so far!"

Alora sauntered over to the chairs, that gorgeous plump bare ass giggling as she walked. She sat down, and patted the chair beside her. I walked over and sat down. She dug into the bag she had brought, pulled out a couple of beers, and handed me one. Then, she opened up with what shocked me to the core.

"Jim, I've been searching for you for quite a while now. Since finding out where you worked, getting a job there was easy."

She reached over, and we clinked bottles, and then she continued.

"Whether you like what has happened or not, We belong together, always and forever."

Shocked as hell, I thought.

'Never have I ever had a woman come on to me this strong or say anything like this before. What the hell is she talking about?'

Reaching over and gently grasping my hand, she melted my heart with that smile and gleam in her eyes.

"After tonight, we'll know if we're soulmates."

The warmth in her eyes and that smile drove the entire world out of my head. Alora chugged the last of her beer, rose, and said, pulling me by the hand.

"Come on, Stud. I want to show you the real me."

We grabbed our stuff and headed to the elevator. Getting to the tenth floor, walking down to my room, I opened the door, motioning Alora in. Going inside, she squealed with it sounding like wind chimes at the king-sized bed. She jumped up on the bed and turned, facing me with her arms out. As I walked over to the bed, now she was a couple inches taller than me standing on the bed. Alora wrapped her arms around me, and our kiss lit up the night sky, with electricity and fireworks going off in both of our minds. She held me tight as we came up for air, whispering in my ear.

"Damn! I knew you were the one."

Jumping down off the bed, she pushed me to sit down. Like a dumb child, I sat there as she shimmied out of her tiny bikini. Then saying.

"I pray that you can accept me in my true form."

Alora started gently stroking all over her naked body. Then things started changing, including her hair color, her skin, her body, and everything else.

After she had changed into her Draenei womanly form, it was as if my soul had left my body. Her beauty transformed into something so breathtakingly gorgeous I'm not sure I could put it into words.

It started with those incredible eight-inch dark-curved horns sprouting from her upper forehead. This in itself made her the sexist thing ever. Alora's ears became about four inches long, pointed, elfin-like, a steel-blue color gently flaring from her head. The center of her forehead showed a golden rune that glowed brighter than her eyes did.

The Sclera (white sides of her eyes) were the most beautiful whiteish-light blue ever. Her irises glowed brightly with an unworldly greyish bright blue color that looked like blue neon lights in the dark room. Her skin was a mesmerizing light steel blue color that appeared so soft and lovely that I was having difficulty remembering to breathe.

That glorious smile on her lips said it all; she knew deep in her heart that she had me, seeing her true form like this. Her hair was still the same style, although now it was almost white, being such a deep platinum blonde color. Her lips were now a bit fuller and had a very slight reddish-purple glow to them. Some of this same coloring was across her upper cheeks, almost like a permanent blush on her face. They were almost the same lovely color as her taunt little areolas and huge long nipples that looked like they could cut diamonds being so hard. Her breasts were full, but not overly huge, just big enough that you could lift one with your hand and marvel at its firmness and weight.

Alora's ears, upper arms, wrists, thighs, and goat-like lower calves were adorned with what appeared to be solid gold jewelry.

Her tiny ribbed belly and waist were truly hypnotic with that adorable little innie belly button. As my eyes moved down, those lovely V-shaped lower belly muscles were to die for. Her garden of lust had a small tuft of hair above it, the same light platinum blonde color as on her head. The gap between her upper thighs showed off the most adorable little steel blue mons that, as they met, seemed to glow a little with the same dark reddish-purple color as her areolas and nipples did as they met.

Looking down her legs had me actually quivering with desire. From her hips to her humanlike knees were the loveliest things ever. Below her knees, her lower legs appeared goat-like with backward bending little short knees not much bigger than a human foot and a little dark hoof on each instead of an actual foot. Again, amazingly, the tops of her little hoofs were adorned with beautiful little tufts of that platinum-blonde hair.

Seeing my mouth hanging open like a complete idiot, she smiled from ear to ear, knowing her true form had indeed captured my heart and soul forever. She twirled around on those little hoofs, and I gasped again, seeing the most erotic tail just at the top of the crease of her ass cheeks. It was about four feet long and thickly tapered from the base to the tip, the base being much thicker than the size of her wrist. It was adorned with the same type of gold jewelry. As she turned around, smiling, she said.

"This is the true me. You will be the only human that ever sees me like this. Do I please you?"

With no words in my mind or in my throat, all I could do was hold out my open arms for her and smile. With the grace of a swan, this tiny little Draenei Princess sauntered over to me. The sounds of her little hoofs clicking on the hardwood floor made my heart passionately shiver. In my wildest dreams, I could never imagine a creature as gorgeous as this. As she drew close to me while sitting on the bed, we were almost the same height now.

She gently wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning in and kissing me with everything she had. My brain went off again, feeling not one but two tongues in my mouth. She pulled back and smiled, displaying her long split tongue, wiggling both sides independently. Astonished, I just had to ask.

"Alora, you're beautiful. What are you? Where did you come from? Why Me?"

The smile on her face drove me to silence. She looked down, seeing the bulge in my swim trunks, saying.

"Not now, later. We must mate to be as one. I've waited for this for many years."

Alora pushed me onto my back as she crawled up onto the bed. With an unearthly fire, our kiss dissolved the entire world. Cradling my head in both hands as she drove that split tongue into my mouth was unbelievable. Her passion was unlike any woman I had ever been with. Pulling back to look me in the eyes, she said.

"I will admit, this is my first time. When we Draenei mate, it is for life. I knew someday I would find you. This feels more perfect than anything I have ever felt before."

Driving that tongue deep into my mouth again, she squealed a little. She whispered, kissing around my face and tickling my ear with her split tongue.

"Take me to heaven; I've waited my whole life for you."

With that, I wrapped my arms around the softest, most sensual body ever. Rolling her over with me on top. Pulling back, I had to stare down at this tiny little goddess. Then, looking deep into her actually glowing little blue-grey eyes, I said.