The bear necessities

Valeera was full of emotions as she looked at Khan's strong back and shoulders walking in front of her. She didn't really know him that much, but he'd been nice to her. More than nice. She had never had anyone treating her like this before. And it was a feeling she cherished. They said women needed to be loved. Well, she sure as hell was a woman. And it was about damn time someone took an interest in her womanly charms. Her fans loved her, but that was different entirely. They loved her as a fighter. Khan, so far, had shown interest in her outside of the ring. This was genuine. It had to be.

He led her to some dillapidated tower. They have walked a fair distance from the training area, but they were still in the ruins, the cries from the arena still echoing in the distance. So they technically haven't escaped. But here they could be really alone.

Khan placed a huge hand on her waist and leaned closer to her. She was lost in the big orc's deep brown eyes. For a moment, their noses touched. And then Khan kissed her on the mouth. She closed her eyes. Her very first kiss. And what a kiss it was. Never mind the huge orcish canines sticking out of Khan's mouth, it was still fantastic. Passionate, is a better word for it.

Valeera could feel Khan's hand slowly sliding down from her waist to her hips and then lower. When it reached her little butt, Khan squeezed a cheek. This elicited a moan from Valeera.

Their kiss was getting wilder and wilder with the inclusion of their tongues. She had never tought kissing someone could feel that good. Then Khan's other hand slowly started moving down from her shoulder. Valeera's eyes shot open. She could feel Khan's hand moving down until it settled firmly on her left boob. She jerked out of his arms instinctively.

"Wait! I - I don't think I'm ready." she stammered, still being caught up in the last few minutes.

Khan just leaned closer to her face, "I don't think you understand." Valeera could again feel her hand creeping up her belly towards her breasts. "Khan. Doesn't. Wait." And the orc leaned in to kiss her neck.

Valeera's eyes widened in shock. She tried to push away the orc in her panic, but he was too close and too big.

"No!" she screamed as she tried to jerk away from Khan's strong grasp. "Stop!" She felt Khan searchig for the clasp of her tunic. She had to stop him. She had to.

She reached for her daggers, but... But they weren't there. Her belt. Khan had removed her belt while he was stroking her waist. She was defenseless.

"Help!" she screamed in a vain attempt to get the attention of someone, anyone. She knew they were far away, and the screams from the arena filled most of the ruins.

"Oh, I like it when they are fiesty." grinned Khan.

Valeera could see no warmness in his eyes anymore. Only raw hunger. Hunger for what she dreaded to acknowledge. In her struggle, she got her hands grasped by the orc and she couldn't use them anymore. There was only one thing she could do. She kicked. And kicked hard. With both leg.

She could immediately hear Khan's groan of pain. But more importantly, his hold on her arms weakened. She struggled herself free of the orcs strong hands as Khan fell to his knees in the dirt. Valeera could barely take a few steps into safety, she had no time to retrieve her weapons.

"I'll... gut you... for this..." Khan panted at Valeera.

Valeera knew that all she gained was time. She glanced around the ruins nervously. Which way leads back? She'd been so enamored by Khan on the way here that she had forgotten to look where they were going.

"That's enough, Khan!" echoed a deep voice through the ruins.

Valeera glanced at its direction and saw a tall, bearded fellow. His skin was pale purple, and his beard a grassy green. From his ears, Valeera immediately recognised him to be a night elf. Like hers, they were long and pointy. Night elves were native to the land of Kailmdor. But unlike her people, they had proven to be extremely violent and territorial. The true 'shoot first, ask questions later' kind of bastards. She had frequently heard orcs cursing them and their aim. This one, though, looked calm. But more importantly, he looked to be her savior.

"I have tried to warn you before." said the night elf looking at Valeera. "He is not what you think he is."

"You... should have stayed... out of this, Broll!" said the orc, getting up from the ground.

Broll? Was this night elf named like the bear from before? Or the other way around? Was he its owner?

The orc picked up his sword and lunged at the night elf. But within mere seconds the night elf disappeared is aswirl of mist and in his place stood a huge, ferocious bear. It didn't even try to dodge the attack. The sword barely grazed his thick skin.

"I am warning you. Stand down!" roared the bear.

"Never!" screamed the orc as he tried to stab the bear.

"Wrong answer." and with that, the bear stood up on hind legs and swiped the sword out of Khan's hand. Next, he mauled the befuddled orc's face once and he fell to the ground, ****. The fight was over.

The bear returned to four legs and turned back to Valeera. "I am Broll Bearmantle." And he transformed back into a night elf. "A druid. We can shapeshift."

"Well..." she was looking for the right words. "Good for you." She was fumbling with her hair. "If you expect me to thank you, you are flat out of luck." she snapped at Broll sassily. "I could have handled him." She still didn't trust this Broll guy.

"No need to thank me." he said with a reasurring smile. "I'm just glad you are OK." and with that, he turned to walk away.

Yeah, thought Valeera. Creepy guy walked in, knocked out the baddy, then walked away. Nothing suspicious about it...

"One last thing." he stopped, still facing away from Valeera. "When I called you kid before," Valeera could feel her fists clench again. "I did not mean to hurt you. It's just... after several thousand years," he paused for a moment as he looked back at Valeera, "Most everyone is a kid to me." And after a reassuring smile, the creepy bear guy walked away.

Several thousand? That was a lot of years. She was no spring chicken either, but several thousand? Well, if anything, at least the guy earned her respect. With that many years, he must have had a lot to learn. And that shapeshifting trick of his looked handy. Though it made her thinking... Could it mean that all those animals that took delight in watching her bathe or diddle herself were pervert shapeshifter as well? No. That couldn't be. At least she dearly hoped so. Regardless, she would never again let herself be watched by any animals in the future.