Quite pleased with how this one turned out, and it’s an introduction for a new OC. This here is Ri’lael, my Darkspear boi who’s lived in Zandalar since before the events of BFA as he trains to become a druid. He’s debuting here with a lovely Zandalari OC owned by Knightlord and known as Jah’lih. Knightlord very kindly offered to be both Ri’lael’s debut partner and become part of his story in this commission. Expect Ri’lael added to the character/cast page in due course.
Commissioned by: Knightlord
It was most unusual for a prelate and a lowly commoner to mix and befriend one another in Dazar’Alor. Such fraternizing is generally forbidden under all but a few Zandalari laws to keep the structure of the caste very much intact. However in Jah’lih and Ri’lael’s case, they enjoyed one of the few exceptions allowing them to mingle.
They were brought together by the will of the loa, specifically the loa of kings to whom Jah’lih is in service to. Rezan had given him a sign to intervene in an attack on Ri’lael, a young Darkspear far from his islands in search of acquiring greater knowledge as a budding druid. Being a Darkspear in Zulduzar was not easy, especially among the likes of the Amani in the enclaves in the lower foot of the city. The boy brought their wrath simply by being Darkspear, even though it is the right of every Troll to visit and pilgrimage to Zandalar.
Jah’lih had no intention or obligation to intervene in the affairs of commoners, even ones as cute as that Darkspear boy. It was not his place to meddle with the lower class unless it involved the upper class. Yet as he went to turn away to leave Ri’lael to his fate, the sun broke through the clouds and cast a strong shadow through the trees onto the wall above the commotion. The shadow was spectacularly shaped in the form of Rezan, standing between the boy and attackers in a stance of protection in the Darkspear’s favor. Jah’lih was not one to question such things and immediately took it as a sign from Rezan to intervene and save the boy.
Saved by the prelate, Ri’lael found himself with a new guardian and a neckbrace given to him by Jah’lih to mark him as under the protection of the prelate. What neither of them had counted on was a guardianship turning to friendship and then to a secret romance.
Ri’lael was cute and wildly different from most other trolls. He was ambitious and smart, he had managed to travel to Zandalar by himself and even found his loa by himself. He was both surprising and interesting to Jah’lih the more he learned about him and spent time with him. He brought out a tender side of Jah’lih that the Zandalari didn’t fully realize he had until he met Ri’lael. He cared for him.
Even with Ri’lael’s protected status, he was still forbidden from being romantically tied to someone of higher standing. A prelate was generally expected to take a partner who was priest or priestess, not a commoner from the lower enclaves. Both of them knew this and respected it, though they would enjoy each other’s company and friendship all the same knowing that one day it would have to end mutually. Their lustful pleasures were only able to happen in private and they could not publicly display their affections for one another.
Two years have passed since Ri’lael and Jah’lih crossed paths seemingly by the will of the loa. Ri’lael continues to learn and complete his druid trials in service to his own loa, Gonk the Lord of the Hunt. He has much to learn and a ways to go but he’s heartened by his mighty guardian who still loyally defends and supports him. Their friendship and lust for one another has only grown stronger with the passage of time.
Today a trial for his loa took Ri’lael far up into the jungle hills above the city to train at a shrine to Gonk. He asked Jah’lih along to help keep him safe in what can prove to be a perilous journey with all manner of dangers lurking in the thick tree line of the hills. The prelate was happy to see his boy to safety.
When the trial was completed, they realized just how far from the city they were and how very much alone they were together this far into the jungle. It stirred them both deeply to be this far into the wild with naught but the wilderness to bear witness to their deeds. It didn’t take long for Jah’lih to have his boy’s loincloth tugged up at the back and to bury his cock deeply in little Darkspear. So deeply in fact that it would bulge that delicate tummy of his with each deep reach.
Their sex was rough, wild and unrelenting. They could go for hours if they wanted to. Yet all throughout and when it was all done, they would cuddle, kiss and caress as lovers. The prelate could easily spend countless hours pounding his boy’s ass full of his mojo. Yet there was no doubt in Jah’lih’s mind that he could spend even longer holding his boy’s head to his chest as he slept peacefully or holding his hand as he guided him through the dense jungle.
The golden neckbrace was more than just a sign to others that he was protected, it carried Jah’lih’s mark upon it. This was his boy and may Bwonsamdi have mercy on whoever would seek to do him harm.