Chapter 35

There was no rest for the wicked, and the grind never stopped. Teleporting with Syra back home, Varrus forsook sleep, and went straight to grinding the Master level Mana Stones once he tucked her in bed. 

Handing out the mana enriched crystals like they were candy on Halloween had seriously dipped into his stock. Furthermore, he now had to supply a constant stream to pay his House, and keep the population in line. 

It had been a few days since he arrived in Warcraft, and amongst the skills he was actively developing, his perk tree was looking like: 

Conjuration: 69

Restoration: 100

Destruction: 100

Alteration: 100

Speech: 59

One Handed: 34

Enchanting: 100

The other day, he was level 72. Now, he was 128, almost double what he was before! 

After repeatedly going legendary with his Destruction perk tree when he burnt down all the Trolls with his Wall of Flames spell, the exp flowed like a river. A river of fire, and a sea of ashes to be exact. 

Which was pretty insane considering it was only one day's worth of combat. Blasting Kith'ix alone added something like 10 levels. That big bug bastard had a godly defense, and greatly helped Varrus farm in exp. 

However, the ten thousand Trolls acted as trash mobs, and granted a net gain greater than any one boss. After all, the way Skyrim leveling worked was that to increase in a level, you had to increase a skill. 

Skills however, went up based on use, not how strong the spell was, or how strong the enemy slain was. In most traditional games, exp was gained just by killing an enemy. However, for Varrus, if he one shotted 10,000 Trolls, he would get just as much exp as if he one shotted 10,000 Dragons. 

With those level ups naturally came stats. 

He had been feeling pretty decent on the Toughness of his skin that Health granted, and his base Mana was in a healthy state, especially with the enchantments boosting his Mana/Spell Power. 

That left Stamina as the odd man out. 

While fooling around with enchants, Varrus noticed that the Strength, and Agility stat on enchanted gear influenced his Skyrim UI Stamina bar. 

He theorized then, that if he placed points into Stamina as he leveled, the reverse would be true. He would gain an unseen boost in those two stats should he level Stamina. 

As a mage and glass cannon, Varrus was hesitant to place points into anything but Mana then Health, however, he noticed that his reaction time was a little slower than he would like it to be. 

When he was sparring with Lor'Themar, the elder Elf was 100% faster than Varrus, and he knew that any opponents who excelled in melee fighting would want to close the distance with him ASAP. In fact, he speculated that if he was just a little bit faster, he could have reacted to the assassin's magic arrow, and possibly Blinked out of the way in time. Furthermore, agility increased the speed at which he could unleash spells, so it wasn't like leveling Stamina was completely contrary to his all-in mage plan. 

He knew that there would be times-like during the fight with the lynx Loa-that melee fights were almost mandatory. 

Perhaps he would find himself in an enclosed space, like a castle or cave, where Blink was severely limited/hindered. Or fight in a locale where magic was prohibited by some ritual/curse. If the mages of Dalaran could create prison cells restricting the use of magic, then there certainly would be other beings or natural locations in the world that did the same. 

Besides, with an increase in Strength/Stamina, he could surprise both friend and foe alike. 

He could imagine choke slamming a Worgen running full tilt at him, or up-ending a Felguard with a flying knee. 

A potential assassin may make another attempt, only for Varrus to catch their arrow mid-flight, and surprise them. Of course, this was all wishful thinking, as he'd have to dump everything he had into Stamina for a long, looong time before he could dodge bullets like Neo from the Matrix. 

Varrus shook his head, chuckling to himself as he imagined the faces of some shocked Dwarves as all their bullets whizzed past him. 

The other big draw for increased Stamina of course, would be that he could keep up with his wife. Whether it be in bed or the battlefield, what man would say no to more power, and a faster reload time? 

Stamina would never be his focus or main stat, but between his comfortable state of Health and Mana, it just made the most sense. 

As such, he had dumped 56 levels worth of stats into Stamina. 

His new base stats were:

Mana: 600

Health: 388 (initially 420, but reduced -10%)

Stamina: 600

In some respects, he was the ultimate cannon fodder collapser. Huge AOE spells that covered sea, land and air. Oh yeah, he was an absolute monster on the battlefield. 

Then when he needed to take on enemy champions, he could simply pair up with his wife. When he fought together with her, they formed the ultimate team. He had confidence that Syra could slay just about any threat 1v1. Fighting together with her in a 2v1 scenario, Varrus doubted there were many Heroes who could stop them. 

With him by her side, he could restrict any foe's movements from the back row, and Syra could go in close for the throat. 

Glass Cannon + Unstoppable Juggernaut. 

It was a match made in heaven. 

Now with a little more speed and strength, he had the confidence to level up Sneak and other physically demanding skills. 

It was probably more intelligent to keep all inning on Mana, but he was a prideful man. How could he go around knowing his wife could out lift him? Varrus chuckled to himself as he recalled his first time witnessing her fight. 

The way Syra could cleave through hundreds of Undead like it was effortless was a magical sight. It was embarrassing to say out loud, but in his private thoughts, she reminded him of the Heroes of old. In a way, she was his Hero. 

'What am I even thinking?' Varrus shook his head, and chuckled to himself.

"You look happy." Syra walked up from behind, and embraced Varrus. 

"I was thinking of you." Varrus quickly replied to cover up his lack of situational awareness. 

As he was sitting in a lotus position for the last few hours farming Mana Stones, and totally spaced out looking at his interface, he didn't even notice her as he felt her breasts gently caress his head. 

Leaning his head up, Varrus felt the back of his head in her grasp. Leaning down, she kissed him on the lips.

Trading a little tongue, Varrus reached back, and meatily gripped an ass cheek. 

Syra moaned into his mouth, then pulled back to nibble on hus ear. 

Varrus shivered uncontrollably. Whatever it was about these Elf ears, he was unaccustomed to the high level of sensitivity they had compared to Human ears, and he could help but grow hard. 

Syra pressed a finger on Varrus' lips, and winked at him. 

"Later, my love. For now, I must train. Seeing you so hard at work, I cannot let myself slack. If our children are to survive, I must be strong for them." Syra grinned down at Varrus, then kissed him one more time before pulling away. 

Varrus sighed, but nodded his head in understanding. Having a hardworking wife was equally as inspiring. If she could push her body to the physical limit every day, then restore it with Holy magic, then repeat the process several more times, then who was he to complain about his own grind? 

Of course, watching Syra do a summersault into a handstand was pretty damn sexy. The way she glided around the room was like watching a cat at play. 

Out of her combat gear, Syra was wearing a nondescript gray training outfit. Tight pants similar to yoga pants were skin tight, and showed off all her curves, while her chest piece exposed all of her stomach and lower back. 

Watching a small bead of sweat trail down her chest as she exercised, Varrus had to close his eyes and think of boring old things to keep himself from getting hard. 

"Whoo." Varrus swiftly exhaled, then stood up. 

He put these points into Stamina-greatly boosting both Agility and Strength-it was time to practice his control. 

As an Elf, he was a natural athlete, he could do this! 

Taking another deep breath, Varrus did a few squats to warm up, then gathered the courage to attempt a backflip. 

"Woa-oh!" Varrus stumbled, and felt Syra holding on to him with his face looking at the ground. 

Syra curled an eyebrow at Varrus, and lightly laughed into his legs. Flipping him around like a driver turning their wheel 180 degrees, Syra set him down on his feet, and gave him an appraising look. 

She was less than a couple inches away from him, and she began squeezing him on the arm, the leg, and even the buttox. 

Varrus began to stiffen up, and when he reached to squeeze her arm, she slapped his hand away with an annoyed look, and kept feeling him up like it was nothing. 

Varrus scratched the back of his head at the silence. He loved that Syra was naturally quiet, because he enjoyed silence too, but sometimes it was a little eery. 

"You're firmer than you were last night." Syra softly spoke, and nodded her head like she had made a great discovery. 

"Well, that is the truth." Varrus chuckled, looking down at the expanding tent pole in his trousers. 

Syra flashed him a smile, lept back 5 feet in a second, then tossed a book at Varrus' face. 

Varrus barely had enough time to react, and swatted the book out of the way right before it would collide with his chin. 

"What the hell are you doi-" Varrus bit out before more and more objects were thrown at him. 

He stopped talking as all his focus was required to dodge, or deflect every item in the palatial sized room. 

"O-oi!" Varrus said nervously as Syra went to the piano. 

"Hmm, you're right." Syra said, mid swing with the piano, then let it down. 

Varrus wiped away a bead of sweat with the back of his hand, only to drop to his back when a pillow collided with his head. 

Coming up from the ground, feathers covered his hair, and Syra was struggling to hold back her laughter. 

His wife had her lower lip tucked into her mouth, and her shoulders were trembling as she kept looking down at Varrus, then looking away. 

"Oh it's on!" Varrus shouted furiously, and returned fire with a pillow of his own. 

Syra dodge rolled forward, caught the pillow mid-flight, then tossed it back at him harder, and closer than before. 

Taking the pillow to the chest, Varrus felt the wind knocked out of him, and found himself flat on his ass once more.

He was about to get up again when he felt a plump pair of ass cheeks set themselves down on his shoulders. 

Smooth, almond colored legs dangled down his chest, and toned thighs rested between the side of his head. 

Varrus was about to say something when he felt the bottom of Syra's foot snake its way into his trousers, and rub against the head of his cock. 

While he was in this position, Syra was gently running her hands along his hair, ears, and temples. 

"My man is so fast, so strong, so cute." Syra cooed in his ear. 

"Mmmn." Varrus gasped, as he watched her play with his cock. 

Her feet worked in tandem to rub, flick, and press his penis in all his erogenous zones. 

All the while, one of her hands was busy at work in her panties. Varrus felt her juices seep through, and coat the back of his neck. Her scent sent his penis twitching, and drove his mind mad with desire. 

Syra leaned over, and a long line of drool spilled down onto Varrus' cock. 

Varrus shivered from the mixture of warm saliva, and smoothness of her foot. 

"Syra, I'm close." Varrus panted. 

Syra's hand picked up speed, along with her feet in response. 

Her soft moans began to grow louder and louder, setting him over the edge. 

"Ah." Varrus softly gasped, releasing hot white sperm over Syra's feet. 

"Mn!" Syra gasped at the same time, and orgasmed in her panties. 

Varrus felt his hair roughly pulled back, and a hot wet kiss was planted on his lips.

Syra grinned at him, and scooped up the sperms on her foot, then lingered herself with it, gently moaning at the same time. 

Varrus felt his penis twitch at the sight, and couldn't hold himself back anymore. 

He pressed both her hands down above her forehead with one hand, then tore away her elastic-like yoga pants around her vagina, and entered her in the missionary position. 

Syra wrapped her legs around his thighs to pull him in closer, and was practically begging him to kiss the way her eyes bore holes into his soul. 

Varrus clunked his forehead against hers, and passionately explored her mouth with his tongue. 

Breathing heavily into one another, Varrus began to thrust gently, eliciting soft moans from Syra. 

Varrus let go of her wrists, and held hands with her as he began to pick up speed. 

The sound of squelching, and rapid breaths were all Varrus focused on to keep the pleasure going. 

"Varrus!" Syra screamed, pulling his head down tightly into her breasts. 

Varrus doubled his speed as her orgasm covered his dick, warming and lubing up her vagina more than ever before. 

Pulling his head up, Varrus looked down at his wife's orgasm face, and felt himself grow even bigger inside her. 

Cupping her chin, Varrus leaned down for a kiss, and breathed her in. 

He then drank in her sweat covered form, and thrust himself as deep as he could go. 

Wave after wave of pleasure exploded outward as he orgasmed inside. 

Flopping to his back, Varrus felt a hand rub on the head of his cock. Feeling himself stiffen, he was already beginning to appreciate the Stamina stat. And what better way to control his newfound strength than to push his body to the limit? 

Grinning down at Syra, Varrus pulled her up, and looking at her matching grin, knew he had found his soul mate. 

"I love you Syra." Varrus said, slowly kissing her from the base of the neck, and up to the lips. 

"You are mine Varrus." Syra growled into his lips, then pressed him down to ride him cowgirl. 

Varrus grinned as he watched her eagerly bounce up and down on his cock. She roughly gripped at his shoulders as he began to match her tempo, and they thrust into one another in some kind of unspoken competition to out pleasure one another. 

Oh yeah, Stamina training ftw, baby! 

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